#and being able to wake up w them to do things like help min style his hair in the morning and make breakfast together while ryan sleeps

[jeongyunhoed]

A year after the events of Past-Present-Future, Lee Mirae, Choi San, and Jeong Yunho receive a mysterious envelope containing photos and notes about the deaths of several individuals. The deeper they go into the case, they find that the entertainment industry hides a very dark secret. 

Group: ATEEZ Pairing: Yunho/OC Genres: It’s a little bit of: adventure, romance, mystery, crime, fantasy, action. Things to note: It also features mentions of other idols/artists: Junhong (Zelo), Dean, Chanyeol, etc. Superpowers AU if it wasn’t obvious as well. 

T/W: Themes of death, violence, demons, cults, blood, use of weapons and/or firearms, use of drugs (both recreational and medical), implied/referenced assault, implied/referenced suicide

A/N: The main conflict is a reimagining of an actual long-running theory. This is also a remaking of a previous fic I wrote before on Ao3 that will now be under the new super powers au. (if you know, you know). This work is pure fiction and does not bear a direct reflection of the idols in the story. Please let me know if you would like to be included in the tag list. 

Masterlist

One

Lee Mirae and Choi San were seated at the dining table, huddling over the steaming pot of noodles in front of them. Even with the heater on, the freezing winter winds seeped through the windows that night. The television was on, the evening news reporting anything that happened during the day. Aside from the reports of finances and petty crimes, there was the sudden update in the case involving a nightclub owned by a celebrity. 

“You know, the more the police let people like that get away with what they’re doing, the more I’m convinced that it’s all about the money,” San muttered in between bites. 

“When hasn’t it been? Times are hard,” Mirae replied, glancing at the television every now and then while they ate. 

It had already been a year since the events at Kang Tower, where she faced off with the family that played a big part in turning her into what she was. A year since remembering everything about her past, a year since putting it all behind her once and for all while reuniting with the man she loved, Jeong Yunho, who also turned out to be a mutant, an immortal mutant that could teleport in the dark. 

Mirae was a mutant, as was San, who was her half-brother. Both of them essentially had the same abilities, only Mirae’s was much stronger and she was referred to as an omega-level mutant. The two of them had the ability to manipulate energy and were capable of turning objects into explosive projectiles. San only channeled his through his harpoon gun while Mirae did it with lighter objects like playing cards. Although she never played card games much, she knew how to throw it. Both of them were also highly skilled at hand to hand combat, both unarmed and armed, and had an extraordinary healing factor that made them almost-immortal. 

However, that was only a few of Mirae’s capabilities. Her abilities also presented her with one unusual power set, that was being able to trap souls. This manifested when her eyes would turn black and was likely a result from using her powers to the fullest extent. Her powers also resulted in her being able to generate static, that not only made her able to neutralize touch-based powers, but it also gave her a strong psychic shield, making her mind unreadable to psychics. Yunho was an exception as he was what her old colleague Ino called, her soulmate, and would always be connected to her. 

San on the other hand, ran away from home when his mutant powers first manifested. He witnessed Mirae get taken away and interned in the sanitarium when he was younger. Years before reuniting with her, he worked as a mercenary, a highly-paid assassin. San had since put that life behind him when they met again and decided to work at the store after the event at Kang Tower.  

“It shouldn’t be hard for those celebrities that get arrested for those kinds of things. They could do whatever they want and get away with it. They’ve got some balls to be that cocky,” San pointed out. 

“You talk like you don’t have billions stashed in your clothes.” 

“Those are my life savings, I kept 1,000 won every day since I started school,” San argued. 

“And how much of those billions were your cuts from old jobs?” She raised a brow. 

San wrinkled his nose at the comment and went back to eating. Mirae reached over to ruffle his hair, amused at his reaction. “Where’s Yunho?” He suddenly asked. 

“He’s closing the store for tonight. He lost the rock-paper-scissors game with the other employees, so he’s closing,” Mirae replied, pausing to drink water. “Money’s the root of all evil, isn’t it?” She heard more updates on the incident in the nightclub. 

He noticed the way she said it. “You think there’s something more to it? Government cover-ups?” He was curious. 

“There’s always something like that, isn’t it? When a government official messes up, what does the media do? Rather than cover it, they release an entertainment industry-related scoop or scandal, whatever it is,” Mirae explained. “How much of those celebrity relationships were revealed just when executives or high-level government officials were being charged for crimes? Hyuk told me a lot of those were publicity stunts too,” She added. 

San looked intrigued at his sister’s explanation. He wasn’t one for being interested in the private lives of celebrities but even he knew a publicity stunt of a relationship when he saw one. “Eat the rich, kill the parasites,” He managed to say, chuckling. 

“Depends on who the parasites are,” Mirae pointed out. 

They heard a rustling coming from the hall and Yunho appeared. “Honey, I’m home, and good evening to you too Sannie,” He said, sitting down at the table to help himself to a bowl of noodles. 

Jeong Yunho was also a mutant, an immortal mutant who had the ability to teleport. However, his teleportation abilities were very limited as he could only do so in the dark or at night. His powers manifested when he was killed during a mission in Morocco, when he died in Mirae’s arms only to wake up shortly after they had gone and made a long journey back to Korea. Yunho was also interned in the same sanitarium as Mirae, trained with the same fighting abilities and seemed to be the only one who could match up to her with an added advantage of his height. 

“We were just watching the news, another update on that case with the club,” Mirae tilted her head towards the television. The news shifted into a commercial that featured an idol group. Mirae noticed that the group looked familiar, until she saw the face of Lee Midam, her best friend and producer Kwon Hyuk’s cousin. Both Hyuk and Midam were mutants that had psychic abilities. Hyuk was a powerful, omega-level telekinetic that had some telepathic ability, while Midam was a telepath of what could be the worst kind - he could project a person’s worst fears and desires and saw how they may die if they were to die in the near future. “Oh, I see those boys are doing very well. Hyuk told me they’re all overseas now for a concert or something.” 

Yunho sat up upon remembering something. “Oh yeah, I saw this envelope for you, placed on your desk in the back room,” He took out a long, thin, piece of paper and slid it across the table towards her. 

Mirae put her spoon down to tear the envelope open. Out fell several small photos of men and women, including one of a police officer. All the photos looked years old based on how their hair was styled. Another photo was a wedding photo. Behind each of the photos had names and some information. The wedding photo was of Na Youngji and Ji Myungsoo, and it struck her as familiar. Myungsoo was one of the biggest basketball players in the country. Youngji, his wife, was among the top actresses. She paused as she read what else was written. 

Na Youngji - Committed suicide by hanging in 2008 - murder covered up as suicide. 

Ji Myungsoo - Committed suicide by hanging in 2013 - murder covered up as suicide. 

No wonder they were familiar, she thought, and Yunho heard it as he peered over from his seat, as did San, both of whom looked at the wedding photo. Mirae looked at the other photo. It was of Min Junghwa, who played one of the mean girls in a very popular drama. She looked through the rest of the photos, realizing why they were so familiar. 

Min Junghwa - Committed suicide in 2009 - forcibly hanged, murder covered up as suicide.

 Na Jongsuk - Committed suicide in 2010 - murder covered up as suicide - brother of Youngji, carried her portrait during funeral possession. 

Oh Jinho - Committed suicide by hanging - murder covered up as suicide - carried Junghwa’s photo during the funeral, accused of drug possession. 

Mirae stopped at the photo of a police officer and turned it over to look at what was written behind. 

Officer Kim Yujin - apparent suicide in 2015 -  murder covered up as suicide. 

Yunho and San peered through the rest of the photos she slid to the center of the table, careful not to let any soup from the ramen noodles spill on each one. Mirae took out a few pieces of paper that were also included in the envelope. It was a chart linking all the deaths together, including what was currently on the news. The actresses in the photo were all under the same company, and at the very center of it all was one name. 

Madame Seo

“Who sent this to you?” San asked. 

“There’s no name, not even inside,” Mirae shrugged. “What could this mean?” 

“I think you know what it means,” San was trying to contain his excitement at the realization. 

“It’s been a while since we did something like this,” Yunho eyed her. “Whoever sent this to you must have known what you did before, with the cult? And the Seoul attack?” He said. 

“And probably the Kang mob too,” San added. 

Mirae looked into the envelope. There was another folded piece of paper and a business card of a luxury fashion brand called Montague. Unfolding the paper, she saw it was a list of five people, all of whom were prominent CEOs, one of which was a CEO of an entertainment agency, Yang Ent. 

“All of these men, Junghwa was supposed to sue before she died. All the victims were found with piercings on their necks and wrists,” was written next to the list of names. 

She handed the note over to the males. San and Yunho gaped at the note. “Now I’m even more convinced we have to solve this,” San nodded. “But where do we even start?” 

“We could start with these five guys, but then there’s this too,” Mirae held up the business card and stopped when she saw another note at the back. “I’m thinking we start at this place first, it’s Madame Seo’s fashion brand. Maybe this is a front or something.” 

“Maybe,” Yunho nodded. “I don’t think we have a lot of time, but whoever’s doing the killing probably believes they’re vampires or something because why would the victims have holes in their necks and wrists?” He read the descriptions again. 

“Serial killers do tend to have certain preferences,” Mirae pointed out. “It’s one of the things I had to read in university,” She mumbled. 

“You know, since you’re taking that up in university, this could make for field work,” San said, making the two of them stare at him. “What? I’m just saying, you won’t only solve a long-running problem in the entertainment business, but you’d also have some firsthand experience.” 

“So do you, and especially you” She eyed him and then Yunho. Mirae sighed. “Well, I guess we could check this out. Whoever brought this to our attention will probably be glad we’re saying yes to solving this.” 

San cheered in his seat and went back to eating, only to sit back and cringe. “Oh, my noodles have gone soggy.” 

~ 

Mirae was staring at the notes behind the photos and the charts and the list later that night at her study desk by her bed. Her laptop was open and she needed to finish her dissertation. Yunho turned the television in the bedroom off and turned to face her. “You should probably come over here and rest, you’ve had a long day, we’ve had a long day,” He said, rolling over to her side. 

“I will, you get some sleep,” She said, eyeing him with a small smile on her face. 

“I won’t unless you do,” He said. “Also, you forget I can read your mind, I really won’t be able to sleep unless you relax.” 

“Since when has that stopped you?” She teased. 

Yunho sat up. “Since I started being able to read your mind, which was almost right away when you remembered who I was,” A fond smile crept up on his face. 

“You really have to remind me?” Mirae grinned. 

“Mhmm, because it’s how you know we’re stuck together for life” Yunho was beaming. “In a way, you could say, we’ll always have some kind of connection no matter what happens.” 

“We do, yeah,” She nodded. Mirae closed her laptop and kept the photos and the pieces of paper laid out on her desk. “You’re excited about doing something like this again, aren’t you?” She got up and climbed into bed, Yunho rolling back to his side with an arm outstretched to hold her. 

“Yeah, it’s been a while, I’m starting to miss beating bad guys up and I’m getting tired of having to play bouncer whenever Hyuk’s group’s fansigns are at the store,” He teased.

“Are you still sure you want to work at the store? You could work somewhere else-” She was cut off when he kissed her quiet. 

“I’ve been away from you for so long, it took years for us to be together again, I don’t want to be away from you anymore,” Yunho rested his forehead on hers. 

“I don’t know, I guess I was thinking you never got to do what you’ve always wanted to do, you know?” She said. “Not that I know what you’ve always wanted to be when you grow up, but, don’t you have dreams to do something you’ve always wanted to do?” 

“My father wanted me to be a dentist, I think,” Yunho tried to remember. “But I didn’t want it, I rebelled, but he thought that me not wanting to do what he wanted me to do was enough to intern me.” 

Mirae frowned and ran her fingers through his hair. “He was that strict, wasn’t he?” 

“Very,” Yunho chuckled. “He wanted things his way, not even my mother could argue, not even my brother, and he was the favorite. But no, my father always wanted things to be done his way. You can imagine how suffocating that was.” 

“I can,” She hummed in response. “My birth parents were the same way, they liked my sister more than me. If not my sister, they also liked San more than me. When my powers manifested, well, they called the sanitarium. My father ordered them to put me through electroshock therapy, and the rest is history.” 

“We’re really not that different after all,” Yunho smiled, nodding knowingly of the tale. 

“No, I guess not.” 

“Now, you’re a lot more tired than I am, you should sleep, we’ve got some snooping to do tomorrow,” Yunho kissed her cheek. 

“I guess you’re right,” Mirae watched him close his eyes. “It’s always going to be you and me.” 

“You’re reading my mind now, aren’t you?” 

“Somehow I don’t have to, I can tell when you’re so assured,” She was grinning. 

~ 

The three of them spent the entire morning piecing everything that was in the envelope together. It went to the extent that both Mirae and San drew up a diagram on a piece of paper noting each connection everyone had to Madame Seo to Yunho’s amusement. It made him see how they were related to each other. “There wasn’t any name on the envelope either,” He said, peering over at the piece of paper that contained the notes and the photos. “Whoever sent this also seems certain we’ll solve this and get this Madame Seo arrested with the proper evidence to do it.” 

“That, or wants her dead, after everything she’s done,” Mirae said. “She was the reason why Ji Myungsoo divorced Na Youngji. He left Youngji for her, and then they divorced eventually.” 

“Oh, and these actresses aren’t the only victims apparently,” San looked over at what he wrote. “They all came from one entertainment agency, and a few singers were also victims of this whole scheme. You won’t even believe where they all came from,” He reached over for his phone and showed them what he found. 

“Kang Entertainment,” Mirae and Yunho read. “...That better not be what I think it is.” 

“Yeah, I can’t even believe that guy. Is every Kang company in this country under the Kang Organization?” San was unable to hide the annoyance in his tone. 

“Well he is one of the richest guys, it wouldn’t be surprising if Kang Entertainment was a subsidiary business for the Kang Organization,” Mirae shrugged. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he practically owns nearly the whole capital either.” 

“He’s got a lot of answering to do then,” Yunho pursed his lips. “And then I thought he was really coming around, he gets involved in this mess.” 

“Well, when we first met him, it wasn’t in the best of situations either. We found out he killed the CEO of Park Enterprises,” Mirae recalled. “Did the dirty work of the CEO’s daughter. She’s in maximum security now.” 

“I remember that well,” A small smile crept up on San’s face. “We just found each other again when someone called you,” He turned to his sister. “It was something out of a murder mystery story.” 

“Oh yeah, I remember that. One of the first times I saw you, but you didn’t see me then,” Yunho eyed her. 

“So, I think we can cover more ground if we split up today,” She suggested. “There’s Kang Entertainment, Montague, and… Yeosang. San, you can pass as a model, you should probably check out the store. Yunho, you’re the only one who can get through to Yeosang without really fearing death so you should pay him a visit. I’ll go to Kang Entertainment.” 

“As long as we interrogate those five men in the list together,” San pointed out. “We’re surprisingly efficient now.” 

“We’ve always been, and it’s a lot easier with you two anyway,” She chuckled. “We meet at Viva Polo tonight for dinner and to talk about what we’ve found out for today. Let’s hope we get answers.” 

The doorbell suddenly rang, making them look at the hall. “Who could that be?” San strode over to the monitor to see who it was. “Oh it’s Junhong, and Mirae, I think you know who else is standing outside,” He gestured to the screen. 

Yunho and Mirae approached the monitor and upon seeing who else was with Junhong, they exchanged looks. “Hongjoong?!” He was stunned. 

“I know. Well, I guess we may as well let them inside. Ino oppa’s probably foreseen or seen this happening, whichever one it was,” She rushed to the door when the doorbell rang again. Yunho and San crept by the hall, peeking over. “Coming!” 

As soon as Mirae opened the door, Junhong was smiling, while Hongjoong looked a little reluctant but certain of his resolve in being here. “Ino hyung told us to come here, said you needed help, he saw this situation,” The taller of the two said upon taking his shoes off. 

“It’s been a while, Hongjoong,” She said to the shorter one of the two. His hair was now dyed a very light brown and his fashion sense was now a stark contrast to the all-black garb and the sanitarium uniforms from the past. 

“Yeah, a year since we last met,” He replied with a small smile, following her and Junhong down the hall, where he quickly greeted Yunho and San. “Yunho, it’s been a while too. I’m...glad you’re not dead after all.” 

“And I probably won’t die anymore either,” Yunho replied. 

“What kind of help did Ino oppa say you two would bring…?” Mirae asked this time. 

“I’m glad you asked. Well, for starters, Hongjoong is your reinforcement. Apparently, the Kang family did more than just give your old colleagues some improvements, in fact it was an understatement as I’ve observed over the last six months,” Junhong said. 

“What do you mean? Like they gave him powers or something?” San tilted his head in confusion. 

“Yes and no. You see, the chips in the brains were one thing that I took out, and the audio trigger Ino hyung took out. Hongjoong’s now incredibly impervious to pain, practically built like a zombie, or a wall, whatever you prefer,” Junhong explained. “He still knows what you know in terms of combat though, one more person that could match up to you,” He eyed her. “But aside from that, he’s also gotten so much faster.” 

“Wait a minute, I stabbed you with your blade thing back in Sky Sushi, does that mean you heal too?” Mirae raised a brow. 

“Kind of yeah, just not the way you heal,” Hongjoong tugged on his shirt a little to reveal the scar of the stab wound on his chest. San and Yunho cringed. 

“Well, if it helps, at least you fight well? You won’t have a lot of scars to worry about either way,” She assured him. 

“Which also leads me to the other things,” Junhong opened the black bag he was holding. “I was tinkering in my lab again, and I thought I’d bring some things you should try out while you’re out snooping on whoever this Madame Seo is,” He handed her a roll of what looked like small, black poker chips. 

“What’s this?” 

“Hongjoong told me about some of the gadgets you all once had back in those missions of yours, and I was so intrigued that I built my own. I guess you know how to use them?” 

Mirae glanced at Hongjoong, whose face was expressionless, as if also intrigued by what the taller had built. Yunho nodded, remembering what he meant. “Oh, these. When I whistle these explode,” She looked down at the chips again, feeling the cool, marble-like texture of each one under her fingertips. 

 “Bingo,” Junhong grinned. “Here are more communicators. The ones I had you test before went through some improvements. I’ll be a call away if you need anything. Last but not the least, here,” He brought out a small wooden box and handed it over to Yunho. 

Yunho opened the box, revealing a set of test tubes and a few bottles of some solution. “A chemistry set?” 

“More or less, for sudden findings, you never know what needs to be collected,” Junhong shrugged. “It was Ino hyung’s idea to give you that,” He added right away. 

“I’m not surprised one bit,” Mirae shook her head. “But to make sure, we’ll go ahead and bring the samples to you anyway.” 

“That might probably be the best idea,” Junhong nodded, feeling assured by her words. “So, what were you three planning to do today again?” 

“We were thinking of splitting up in our investigation today. San will be going to Madame Seo’s fashion label, Yunho will be paying Yeosang a visit to ask him what he knows, and I will be going to Kang Entertainment. All the actresses that were killed came from that one company, which might have been owned by Yeosang’s company too,” Mirae explained. 

“We’ll interrogate the five guys in that list Min Junghwa left before she died together,” Yunho finished. “Hopefully tonight but we can’t be sure.” 

“Well, you will cover more ground in one day that way,” Junhong nodded. 

“Hongjoong, you might want to go with San to the fashion label, but we’ll explain on the way to where we need to go,” Mirae suggested. 

“Got it.” 

“Everyone armed and ready?” Mirae glanced at the two other males. 

San lifted his coat to reveal his harpoon fitted into a holster and the extra blades and the ropes carefully inserted in other parts of the belt. Yunho did the same, revealing the holsters in his jeans that had his trusty sai. To their surprise, Hongjoong lifted up the sleeves of his jacket, revealing the blades that were activated by the fingerless gloves he was wearing. Junhong beamed with pride at his invention being brandished. 

“So, I guess this means we’re on,” Mirae said.

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[adelinemarie]

Love That Blossoms (A Kainora FanFic)

Chapter 1: (five years ago)

It was the night of Varrick’s and zhu li’s wedding. Everyone was enjoying themselves at the celebration, dancing and talking with one another.

Jinora, along with her friend opal were dancing with each other, laughing, and singing. But being interrupted by the sudden quince of thirst. She made her way to the refreshment table to grab something to drink.

When she approaches the table she was shocked to see that all the drinks were gone except an unopened bottle sitting close to the edge of the white cloth table.

Curious on what it could be she approaches the strange bottle turning the bottle to read the label. “Cactus juice?” Jinora said, questioning herself. She was questioning whether she wants to drink a strange beverage.

Still thinking about it, she is startled by a hand touching her shoulder. She quickly turned around meeting the green eyes of kai. 

Who she started dating a few years ago.

“Hey,” she said, trying to hide the blush from her quick startlement. 

“Whatcha got there,” Kai asked, trying to see what she was hiding behind her back.

“oh..umm... I’m not sure it's the only thing I could find” she replied, pulling the bottle out from behind her.

“We can share it if you like, I’m quite thirsty myself,” Kai said, grabbing the bottle from her hand and observing the glass bottle.

“Umm, sure okay” replied jinora, still quite a little unsure.

Grabbing her hand, Kai grabs her to an open table to sit at.

“So how are we going to open it,” jinora asked, looking at the bottle with the metal clasp over the rim of it. “Like this,” Kai said gently, taking the bottle from her hand and hitting it against the table, causing the lid to pop off and fall to the floor.

“Here,” Kai said, handing it back to Jinora to take a sip.

Jinora took the bottle and slowly put it to her lips taking a small sip, and then slowly swallowing.

“Surprisingly, it tastes pretty sweet,” she said, handing it back to kai who also took a sip from the bottle. With more confidence than jinora.

Handing the bottle back to her, He casually wrapped his arm around her. And out of instinct, she leaned into him resting her head on his chest listening to his heartbeat and watching her other friends and family enjoy themself. 

20 mins later

After passing the bottle on and off from each other they finally finished the still unknown beverage and were just resting in each other's arms. Enjoying each other’s presents, talking about their own individual journeys they had with being apart from each other during kuvira's attacks.

“ and...and then I was covered in all this green goo, it was so disgusting!” Jinora said laughing so hard, barely able to fully get the sentence out and with Kai who also was laughing along. Although it really wasn’t a funny story they just couldn’t help it.

Continuing on with their conversation. Jinora glances over at kai, seeing how happy he gets makes her all jittery. But she quickly realizes a problem.

She didn’t know if something was wrong or if her mind was just playing tricks on her but she was kinda starting to see double.

“Hey, is everything okay,” Kai asked, grabbing her hand and looking in her eyes.

He immediately knew there was a problem, recognizing her ‘thinking’ face anywhere. That usually resolved in something that was wrong. 

“I don’t know my vision just seems a bit blurry...it probably nothing”. 

“Maybe you are just tired. It is past midnight and the celebration doesn’t end till a few more hours. How about we just head back to the temple and go to bed.” kai offered with concern in his eyes.

“Yeah, I guess that’s a good idea,”. As she attempted to stand up she immediately fell out of balance and pushed into kai who was able to pick her up before she fell to the floor.

“Whoa, hey are you sure you're okay?”

He asked, noting that something was wrong, “im..a, im..a,... Just a little dizzy” she replied blushing at the little incident that left her weak in his gasp.

“Here,” he said, picking her up in bridal style, “so you don’t have to walk”. 

 She blushed as he gently picked her up cradling her in his arms. She rests her head to the crook of his neck breathing in his scent and leaving behind a quick small kiss under his jaw before closing her eyes. 

Kai looks down at the petite girl in his arms. Admiring all her perfections and flaws. He felt her rest her head on his shoulder and leave a light kiss on his jaw sending chills up his spine.

‘How did I get so lucky’ he taught

They walked out of the building and were greeted by lefty who growled and nudged his owner.

“Hey buddy,” he said, greeting his furry companion, and then air bending himself up into the saddle and placing jinora as gently as he could against the thick rough material. 

When they approached the temple, Kai did his best to land as gracefully as possible. To not wake the already sleeping jinora.

And had to agree with her, he was so tired, that he too started to feel a little dizzy.

He made his way to her. brushing his fingers against her cheek in order to try to wake her up.

He watched her eyes flutter open exposing her beautiful hazel brown eyes that looked up at him.

“Are we here?” she asked in a light whispered voice, trying to sit up. “ Yeah,” he said, giving her a small grin.

“Are you okay to walk on your own, I’m a little tired?” he asked, offering her a hand to stand up.

“I think so,” she replied, taking the hand in front of her and standing up.

As she was pulled up. Her hands were now rested on his chest, to help easy the balance.

She looked up at him. Realizing how close they were, she began to feel his breath against her lips, sending butterflies down to her stomach.

He stood a couple of inches taller than her now and his chest and arms had become more masculine.

But his bright green eyes and thick messy curly brown hair stayed the same. It was her favorite part about him.

“Umm..i..umm” she stuttered, pulling away from him. But soon regretting it after they were apart.

“I.. umm.. Sorry... I c...can walk you to your room...if you like” he also stuttered out, flushed on how close they were to kissing. Of course, he and Jinora kissed but it was always on the cheek or head, never the lips.

And it wasn’t like neither of them ever wanted to. they were just both too shy to really push it.

“ Yeah okay,” she replied quickly to the question.

Turning around to try to avoid eye contact over the awkward situation that just occurred.

She really did wish that they had kissed, she dreamt about it since they started dating but just couldn’t find the right moment nor the confidence to do it. 

Afraid it would turn out awkward if he just did not want to.

 Kai was thinking the same thing, he always wanted to kiss the girl of his dreams but he was afraid she never wanted to especially after she pushed away. Though it didn’t stop his curiosity, that always wondered if her lips were as soft as they looked or if they tasted sweet like lychee juice, that she at least drank every day.    

 But on the whole walk to her room, they stayed in complete silence. 

It wasn’t till they were at her bedroom door when jinora turned around and did the one thing she expected herself to do.

It was like her body too over ignoring her mind and thoughts. She quickly turned around and slammed her lips against his.

She was utterly shocked by her action but continued to go along with it.

Kai, on the other hand, was shocked by the quick rough action of jinora, who he always saw as patient and gentle.

And as much as he wanted to continue he used all his strength to pull away, opening his eyes and looking into her.

When Jinora feels his lips leave hers, she opens her eyes and sees him looking at her with pure confusion.

“I...im so sorry,” she said, trying her best to hold back the tears that were already begging to fall down her fair-skinned face.

She turned around quickly trying to open up her door to go inside but was pulled back by Kai who grabbed her by her waist and slammed his lips against her causing her to jump at first but then sinking into his holding.

Her hands ended up making their way from his chest to neck and up to his hair that she gasped. Deepening the kiss and getting a small moan out of him.

The sound was like magic to her, it made her want more...more of him.

He felt her hand make its way up to his hair grasping it and pulling him closer to deepen to kiss.

It sent chills up his whole body, it was craving something, it was craving her.

His hands reached down and grasped her thighs, lifting her up and opening the door.

With a little help from airbending, he closed the door and rested her against it. Still holding her legs, that will for sure leave a bruise.

Jinora gasped as she felt her back hit the cold door behind her. With this reaction, she parted her lips allowing kai to slip his tongue in and explore her mouth.

 They both knew that they should probably stop before it went too far but they couldn’t. All aware of what was going on between them.

It felt right but wrong all at the same time.

It felt like they were in some type of trance, preventing them from breaking apart from one and another.

The next morning

Jinora woke up as she sensed the lighting hitting her face from the window. She groaned, at the thought of getting up and slowly sat up. She opened her eyes, imminently  being hit with a huge headache. 

“Oh man,” she said, rubbing her temple and closing her eyes. Trying to easy the pain away

“What time is it? And why does my head hurt?” she heard a weak voice say beside her. She quickly turned around, brown eyes meeting green and faces turning red.

Jinora looked away from his face and at his shirtless chest, and out of quick reaction she peeped under the sheets to look down at her own naked body.

“Fuck!” she yelled. Covering up herself with the sheet and grabbing her clothes on the floor.

“Oh..shit” kai said, also getting up and gathering his scattered clothes.

“Did..w...we really have….” “sex.” Jinora said, finishing up his sentence. “Yup” she replied. 

“Jinora… i'm so sorry. I don't even know how this happened. I just remember kissing you not,.. Well, you know...having sex. What even happened last night?”

Kai rushed out, still unsure on how to process everything that just happened.

Jinora turned to face her lover, and realized it's just as hard for him as it was for her but she also spotted the look of sadness within him .

She took his hand and guided him to sit down on the bed.

“ Hey,” she said gently, guiding his face to look at her.

“Look, we did something...” she began pausing for a second “ but i'm glad it was with you kai. There is no one I trust more than you, and you know that. I love you kai, and nothing will change that.” she stated, looking deep into his bright green eyes, admiring how bright they looked when the sun hit them.

“I love you too jinora” he replied looking in her eyes, and how they sparkled with flecks of gold. “How did i get so lucky”

She gently placed a kiss on his already bruised swollen lips.

“Now you should probably head back to the dormitory and freshen up before my father catches you”

She laughed ruffling up his already messy hair. “I'll see you at breakfast okay”

“Okay”

And with that he left.

Once she heard the door close she removed the thin sheet covering her body and made her way to her bathroom groaning at the soreness she felt.  

She took a look at herself in the mirror and traced over the hickies that made their way up from her thighs all the way to her neck.

“Oh kai” she whispered to herself, feeling her cheeks heat up. Before stepping into the tub to take a long warm soak.

As Kai stepped out of Jinora's room, he took one deep breath before quietly running off. Careful not to wake anyone with the creaking of the floor boards, though the worst thing that could happen will be him running into tenzin. Since it wouldn't be a surprise the man will be up and running this early in the morning.

After making it back to the dormitories. Kai sat at the edge of his bed trying to remember back to the night, he wanted to remember. It was supposed to be a special night, a night with his love jinora, and he wanted it to be so much better. Even though they should have waited for when they were older. Kai hoped he hadn't put a set back in their relationship. After giving up and groaning in frustration he stood up and started taking off his shirt, heading to the showers. He was about to step in but the reflection in his mirror stopped him. He eyed the purplish marks along his chest and neck, and the slight scratches on his right shoulder blade. “Oh, jinora.” he said quietly to himself before steppin into the showers. blushing at the last memory he had of her.

After getting ready and finishing their morning chores that usually consisted of kai feeding the bision and jinora helping her mother ‘pema’ with breakfast. “Are you doing alright jinora?” Pema asked, eyeing her daughter's closed off behavior. “Yeah, sorry. I'm just tired” she replied thankful for her suit and short bob hid her neck and rest of her body. Or her mother would definitely be asking questions. She continued serving the plate and placing them on the platter to be passed out. Kai on the other hand just walked finished up, and was heading to the dining room. Taking a seat at the table and waiting to be served. A few minutes later everyone was seated on the table eating. Tension grew high for jinora and kai, when tenzin was seated between them. So they eat quickly, keeping out of conversations around them. Every now and then looking up, giving each other a small smile or nod.

After a very awkward 1 hour breakfast. Everyone started to leave one by one and soon it was just him, jinora, tenzin, and kora. “So….” kora started hoping to end the awkward silence. “ How is your relationship going with kai?”  struck by the sudden question,kai choked on his water and Jinora dropped her chopstick. But to make matters worse her father was now watching her, waiting for a response. And after what felt like hours but really was minutes, Jinora replied with a simple “great,”. “Well, i am glad to hear that. But I do need to talk to the two of you.” Tenzin responded by getting up and heading to his office. Kai gave Jinora a scared look but only to see that she too had the same look. Both of them stood up and reached for each other's hands to hold, ‘did he know?’ they thought.

They quietly walked into his office where he was already seated. “You wanted to talk to us, daddy?” she asked, trying to sugar coat whatever was about to happen. “Yes,I have a mission for each of you”. They quickly let out the breath they were holding in, sighing in relief. “But yall will not be together”. Their smiling faces dropped. “Jinora, your mission is very important. You are the only one who can do this.” he paused. “ I will be sending you to the spirit world, to study for 5 years.” 

Jinora was freaking out internally , ‘five years!’ she taught ‘FIVE WHOLE YEARS’ of not seeing anyone. Not her mother, brothers, sisters, father, friends, not kai. She wanted to cry at the thought, but she was a spiritual/airbending master. She could not let her earthly connections ruin her job.

“Yes father,” she replied, showing no emotion whatsoever, but then quickly turned around and running out. 

Kai was getting ready to follow her but was stopped by tenzin, “let her go,” he replied, still looking down at the papers on his desk. ‘Let her go?’ he thought. ‘I can't let her go,she's everything to me, i...i love her.’

Kai's attention was brought back to tenzin as he continued on.

“ Now kai, after kuvira a lot of cities are in help or rebuilding as well as keeping peace. So I'll be sending you to the earth kingdom capital Of Ba Sing Se”

“Yes sir, may I ask how long I will be stationed there,” he asked, still hurt. 

“ five years as well’

“Okay, thank you,” he replied, leaving tenzin's office. Now all he had to do was find jinora. It wasn't very hard, as he knew she would be under the cherry blossom tree. A safe place both he and jinora would often go to talk and just hang out.

He watched the small petite frame of a body lay against the trunk of the tree, shivering on what he supposed was her crying. 

“Hey” he called out quietly walking closer to her.

She picked up her head that was covered by her hands to reveal a tear stained face.

“Kai!” she yelled getting up and jumping in his arms. Wrapping her legs around his torso and placing her face to his neck. “ i don't want to leave you,” she murmured. “I love you,kai”

Though has heard it multiple times, whenever she said it it was like music to his ears. The way she says make his cheeks blush and get goose bumps all over his body.

He wrapped his arms around her body squeezing her tight.

“I love you too jinora, and I promise when we see each other again. We can come right back to this spot, have a picnic and we can tell each other all about my journeys.”

“Okay,” she replied, pulling away from his grasp to look at him.

Then placing her hand, cupping his face and using her thumb to brush away the single tear that was trancling down his right cheek.

“We will see each other again soon, i love you and i will never stop loving you.”

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SHE'S MY NOONA

Chapter 24

Min ah walked home as her father's words kept ringing in her ears. She could not believe after all the days she's been there and now she was at least happy her appa was going to take it from her which she was not ready to let go.

Meanwhile

Bts had arrive back at the company and Jungkook kept asking and looking for Min ah till then manager Park arrived with the two girls. Jungkook couldn't wait any longer than rash to know what happened " what happened is everything sorted?" Jin and Jimin asked in unison " it's sorted everything was sorted thanks to one kind officer who understood our situation." Manager explained what happened " it was her fault, she slapped me." "Where is she Min ah?" Jungkook suddenly asked Mr Park " ah she went back home, she had some emergency mianhaeyo I have to go...I'm very busy." He cried as he left " yah Mr Park.." Jennie cried stopping Mr Park who was about to leave.

" Perhaps Mr Park you didnt know that your niece is going out with one of your stars." " yah Jennie stop it what are you even talking about Mr Park does not have a niece." "arasso if you don't believe me why don't you ask her who her uncle is?" She glared looking at manager Park who just stood there " I bet she didn't tell you alot of things." She smirked evily at Jungkook and left.

" why would Min ah hit you without any reason she's not that kind of person." Taehyung glared at her as she rudely returned " she's the one who messed up with us she's a lier trying to flirt with each of you in order to get famous." Jennie cried Jungkook was so furious he didn't believe what she was saying.

" relationship?...so you are dating Min ah?" Manager Park seriously stared at Jungkook who was among the boys. The boys knew they were caught they tried to defend him but Jungkook repeated himself " ne I'm dating her and I'm her boyfriend and is it true of what Jennie said?" Jungkook spoke hurtful not caring if his manager was mad at him. He couldn't help but smile in disbelief after seeing his reaction that said it all. " I need to go..." Jungkook hurriedly left as Tae and Jimin followed but couldn't catch up with him.

Meanwhile

On the other side Cha Eun woo has been trying so hard to move on even ignoring Min ah's calls or her appa. He was trying to settle down with his family and Yoona's family in a fancy restaurant eating and talking about their engagement plans. He was happy he was moving on with someone else but part of him felt missing. " the two really look good together." " yeah, didn't I mention he was my first crush during middle school and we dated at first, right Eun woo?" Yoona firmly grabbed her hand which were arm in arm.

Eun woo just smiled and noded thinking of Min ah " ne I was really crazy for her." The two families both laughed as they cheered. Just then his phone rang, it was Min ah's appa it had rang like three times and it was getting annoying " who is it?" Yoona looked at him " it's no one.." " aniyo your son must be embarass to pick up let him pick up cause it's annoying." Yoona's appa jokingly laughed as Eun woo left to pick up the call.

" he must be really busy, enough to get like five times a call." " yeah that's my son." His appa cried.

"Anyeosseo ahjussi mianhaeyo but I'm really busy." He said " Ooh mianhaeyo Eun woo I know you are a busy man now but can you get Min ah's number?" Her appa cried , he was suprised he has not been able to reach her for a long time and he wasn't planning to and now Min ah's father was asking him for her " I too haven't contacted her for a long time." " mwo?, why I thought you two were friends or did you two fight?" Her appa worried but Eun woo just didn't want to talk about it. " mianhaeyo but did you know she got into trouble and now she's not picking up, I'm so worried."

The man decided to hang up leaving the guy with mixed feelings ' should I go look for her what if she's with that jerk...aniyo I'm her best friend and I should look for her.' He kept thinking " Eun woo dear are you okay?" He realized he was so far away after getting a call. By this he stood, bowed and asked to leave " mianhaeyo but there was a situation that i need to take care of." He bowed as the father wished he could stay but had to send him away. " arasso if it's important you can leave."

Yoona was curious and didn t believe what he was saying making it as an excuse " lets leave together?" Yoona politely asked but Eun woo and their parents refused which was very good for Eun woo.

In a restaurant

Min ah was drunk and had passed out, one of the waiters was trying to wake her but she was too heavy and weak to stand she kept muttering Jungkook's name as if he was her superhero. " my kookie, I can't leave you." Just then Eun woo appeared since he knew where to find her in her favourite spot. " Min ah! ×3 wake up" min ah heard her friend " Ooh Eun woo...I knew you'd come..bogoshipeo....I'm suprised you aren't mad at me." she said before really blanking out.

Meanwhile

Jungkook spent most of his time in dance practice not realizing that Min ah had called him more than usual andhe didn't believe what he heard, he was not angry because Min ah's uncle turned out to be their manager and that everything what Jennie said some of it turned out to be true instead he was mad and angry of himself not knowing much of his girlfriend Min ah.

He couldn't help but dance as his hyungs just watched him dance fiercely " guys Jungkook is dancing again, shoulder we do something." Jimin worried " aniyo, let him be don't you know he does this when he's angry ." " but he's stressing himself, he may faint." Jimin still continued but Jin stopped him. Everyone now had a different look on Min ah, the bts members had doubts on Min ah since she was manager Park's niece.

"Everyone as you know the truth is now out about Jungkook's relationship." "I knew it, she was a threat, she must have planned this from beginning." Suga said coldly and no one had to doubt him " yah Suga what are you saying, don't tell me you believed Jennie." Jimin cried " even if we didn't, the truth was remain the same, I don't trust her anymore." " Suga is right, since the day she came our music life changed, Jungkook changed most of us like Taehyung you also changed Right?" Namjoon faced Tae who was in deep thoughts, he stared at Jungkook first then Jimin " I think it's best if...she leaves." Tae cried as Jimin mouthed him angrily "Jimin we have no option."

" yah Jungkook, i know you are listening and you are mad about it but I think it's best for her, it's not that we hate her but it's to protect her." Jungkook could only smirk " protect? Or your just trying to push her away? To save your fame." He mumbled to himself " mwo! Yah why don't you speak loud enough so we can hear, do you even know Min ah doesn't deserve someone like you." Tae angrily cried when Jungkook burst in anger and grabbed his collar as the guys tried to stop them but he just lightly punched him and left.

Meanwhile

Min ah was peacefully asleep on Eun woo's bed, he couldn't resist the calling of her beauty because he knew her too well but he kept wondering why she was so drunk.

He really loved her and some part of him didn't want to loose her closeness since he felt warmth around her just then her phone rang only to sadly find it was Jungkook calling her.

He was angry wherever he heard or saw his name mostly and now it appeared infront of his love's front screen with hearts on it hence he decided to pick up.

Few minutes later

Jungkook had already arrived at Eun's front mansion and he didn't like the idea of Min ah being at Eun's place. " Where is she?" " yah, where are your manners? Can't you even greet?" Eun woo just chuckled at the young maknae who was standing infront of him both tall and glaring at eachother like the night at the hospital where they first met.

" you really look old enough for someone like you." " I didn't come chitchat but take Min ah." Jungkook coldly replied making Eun woo smirk " well she's in my room peacefully asleep unless you wanna wake her?" " yes I'll wake her since she sleeps in the wrong room." Jungkook began climbing heading to Eun woo's room.

" wrong room?, what about you? I think you are wrong for her." Jungkook stoped after hearing what Eun woo was saying and he didn't like it since he heard it twice " i'll let it easliy go since you might be right but you aren't the one to judge, it's only Min ah who can say those words....so lets not bother one another." Jungkook said as he lift Min ah and carried her bridal style.

He then dropped with her and headed to his car as Eun followed behind " you know what you win but she's my friend my childhood friend whom I've been with for a long time, so if you are gonna be dating her protect her please." Eun woo cried painfully " you dont have to tell me since i know my responsibilities if you wanted me to tell her, why can't you just talk to her yourself and i know it's hard cause I've been there." Jungkook finally spoke gently before entering the car.

Leaving Eun woo who felt sad still standing there. When Yoona arrived and found him, she looked disappointed since she knew what happened but instead of scoring him she hugged and confronted him. "It's okay, I'm here." She whispered as Eun knew that he had to let go.

Meanwhile

Jungkook drove Min ah home who was still soundly asleep which made it fun for Jungkook to watch. Her beauty was mesmerising as she slept knowing he couldn't afford to loose her even he felt mad at her and sorry for her he couldn't do anything to her because he didn't want to believe all the evil lies Jennie told him.

In Min ah's apartment

Jungkook lay and tucked Min ah to bed. He smiled to himself after he was done, he was always happy since she appeared into his life and thinking of leaving her was a burden in his heart. He leaned closer and gave a peck on her forehead before he left. It was about time he stood to leave when Min ah hurriedly grabbed his arm to stop him.

" don't leave...please " She was awake and looked at him with unresisting adorable eyes which made kook just smile and lost in worries " arasso." He sat beside her but Min ah wanted more than that " mmm cuddle me." Min ah raised her hands wide where Jungkook hugged back swallowing her whole small body against his as they just lay there on bed feeling each others warmth as kook just smiled.

" mianhaeyo, I bet you heard or you must have been worried actually I didn't want to keep secrets from you..." " So it's true...that our love and all these where all your plans inorder you can gain popularity." Jungkook said hurtful " andwe that's not it, I never planned this...I'm just happy that your all I have you believe in me right?" She looked at him with tearly eyes.

"If I wouldn't trust you would i have been here?" He rubbed off her tears as Min ah "kumaoh." She cried. The two couple lay there for a long time laughing and chuckling. "Mianhaeyo if i made your hyungs hate you." "Yah it's not your fault, is it our fault we fell inlove." Jungkook smiled at her but he was still curious why would her appa come " mmm Min ah is there anything else I need to know?" Jungkook asked waiting for a reply but Min ah thought for a long time. " there's no." She smiled at him knowing it was pointless telling him since she was going to give up on her dream to be with him " all I want now is to be with you." She hugged tight.

'Why aren't you telling me all about yourself, I feel insecure when I know you aren't telling me anything.' Jungkook thought as he sigh heavily. "Why are you still not telling me everything?" "Min ah don't you trust me?" He stared at her pleadingly as Min ah lowered her face with shame but Jungkook managed to lift her chin up " mianhaeyo, the reason I can't tell you everything is that I'm scared to hurt you." She cried " then don't tell me if you are not ready I'll listen to you...still Why didn t you say Mr Park was your uncle?" "Well..it was his idea, mianhaeyo." Min ah managed to smile and chuckled as Jungkook complained.

"What about your career......Mr park already told me that you wished to become a model and everyone likes you it suits you because you are very pretty ." Jungkook congratulated " I was so disappointed I couldn't congratulate you." Jungkook continued speaking as Min ah was just..." Mr Park how much did he tell you?" Min ah suspiciously asked.

" well, Mr Park kows that we are going out." " mwo!! Yah! Why did you tell him!?" " it was Jennie mianhaeyo." " Are we going to be Okay?" Min ah stared at kook who was also smiling at her " well be okay i know that...but lets just keep it low since only Mr Park, the boys and Jennie know that."

" I don't know about Jennie.....She may do anything." Min ah got worried and complained like a child which was cute for kook. Just then with his manly hands he took Min ah's soft feminine hans and intertwine their fingers. " if she does that then I'll still be their for you to protect you." He smiled as Min ah's heart begun to be heavy with tearly eyes as kook lean in and kissed her. "Sarangaeo." " Nado sarangaeo." She replied.

"Should i leave? I think you are sober now." Jungkook stood about to leave when "andwe don't go...sleep with me." Min ah blurt making Jungkook cough out of unexpected. "Uhm...Min ah think of your statement ...properly." "Yah!, it's not what you are thinking your such a pervert,just holding hands.."

[min-hyun]

[NEWS] "Always the Same Heart" NU'EST W, From the Last Unit Promotions to Hwang Minhyun (Q&A)

26 November 2018

NU'EST W has returned

NU'EST W's new album 'WAKE,N' media showcase took place at the Blue Square IMarket hall in Yongsan, Seoul in the afternoon of November 26.

In NU'EST W's new album after 5 months 'WAKE,N', there are two meanings, "Waking up from sleep" and "emotions awakening." Title song 'HELP ME' and b-side track 'L.I.E' portray the reality I am in now breaking, and the members' solo songs portray the awakened emotions.

Title song 'HELP ME', which contains the message 'I am desperately waiting for you and finally I ask you for help', is a fusion pop R&B song that member Baekho wrote the lyrics for and composed. NU'EST W's new album 'WAKE,N' will be released at 6PM on November 26.

Next are questions and answers by NU'EST W.

Q: Did you sleep well?

Ren: I didn't sleep well. I woke up at 2AM and couldn't sleep well since then.

Q: Thoughts on the comeback?

JR: Every time we put out an album we are nervous and excited. This time we were excited and we also anticipated whether the fans would like it. We will work hard in our promotions and want show a good side of ourselves.

Baekho: It's like this for every album, but we are working hard to show ourselves working diligently. I think that it is also a satisfying album to our members. It's the first place we showed the album so we are nervous and excited. It would be great if you could give it a lot of love.

Q: How have you been [since last time]?

JR: We were doing individual activities and also preparing for the December concert. We also really diligently prepared for this album.

Aron: In order to show a more improved side, we did a lot of vocal practice and to increase our strength, we exercised diligently.

Q: The title of the new album is 'WAKE,N.' What meaning does it have?

Baekho: It has two meanings, "waking up from sleep" and the "awakening of emotions." We wanted to show the meaning "Waking up from Sleep" in the title song 'HELP ME' and track 'L.I.E' that we sang together, and in our solo songs we wanted to show each members' awakening emotions.

Q: What kind of song is title song 'HELP ME'?

Baekho: Just as it says, it's a song that shouts, 'help me.'* It's a song with the genre of fusion pop R&B. In our opinion, we chose it thinking, ‘it seems like it’s the first time showing this kind of image.’ Please look over it nicely.

(*t/n: He explained the English title in Korean)

Q: The killing part of 'HELP ME' is?

Ren: This song's lyrics are unique. We used 'hah-oh letters.'* In that sense, I think my part in the intro may be the killing part.

Baekho: When writing the lyrics, I thought whether there was a particular way/style of expression, and after thinking I thought of how the expression of 'hah-oh' would be and wrote those lyrics.

(*t/n: I believe this refers to ending verbs with 'hah-oh' which is a type of honorific)

Q: Who is the member who took on this concept the best?

JR: This time all the members changed their hair colors and showed a new side to them. I think all the members match and took on this concept well.

Ren: It seemed like while NU'EST W promoted our hairstyles didn't have much change, so this time we wanted to put effort into our hair. We challenged colors we hadn't done before.

Aron: I haven't dyed my hair much as we've promoted. I wondered how it would be if I showed a different image this time and dyed my hair to a bright color.

Q: As you prepared for the album, the part you paid careful attention to the most is?

JR: When we made the album, the part we paid attention to is if we are communicating well to the listeners when we are singing this song. That part and the lyrics are what we were very mindful of.

Q: Could you introduce your solo songs?

Aron: It's a song called 'WIFI'. It's an Urban R&B song. It’s a song about the joy of feeling happy getting closer to you, like WIFI having a closer signal if the distance gets closer.

JR: It's called 'I HATE YOU.' It contains indispensable wounds that can happen between people. It's a song that slightly expresses anger.

Ren: It's a song called 'Me, to You.' I tried to melt the reality, sadness, and loneliness that were realized after becoming an adult in the lyrics. It contains a message that I would want fans to tell me.

Baekho: It's a song called 'FEELS.' It tells of my feelings about you bubbling up, it would be great if the enjoyment coming from that were a little clearer. I expressed feeling good.

Q: Please also introduce the b-side track.

Baekho: The track 'L.I.E' is a song that expresses, 'Even without you, I can eat well and stay healthy,' but after says 'It's all a lie. Without you, I can't do anything.'

Q: Could you share an episode from when you were preparing the album?

Aron: As we were filming the music video, there was a scene where we use a trampoline. Personally, I was scared so I couldn't jump high even though I had to. Oppositely, Baekho jumped so well and went up high easily that on the music video site he got the nickname 'ho-ddug-gi'*.

(*t/n: mehddugi means grasshopper and 'ho' is from Baekho's name)

Baekho: In the process of working what left a deep impression on me was, although everyone worked hard, when we were working on Ren's song, Ren really passionately participated in the work. That side left a deep impression on me.

Ren: I kept calling. I frequently shared my opinions of 'How should we change this part' and 'It would be nice if this part were like that' to Baekho and producer Bumzu.

Baekho: From the album, it's the song we worked on until the very end.

Q: If you could express the meaning of this album in one word?

JR: It would be great if it could be an album that gives comfort. We wish that when listening to this song, this song can be a comfort to all the people who love us.

Q: Is there a special reason why you decided on using poetry for the album concept this time?

Baekho: We discussed it together with the company. We thought a lot about how it would be if we added poems in the album.  We thought a lot about if including them would be good or bad. After thinking about it consistently, we decided it would be good to add in the poems after thinking about what would best express the album, and what would be the easiest way for people viewing to understand.

Q: What are your thoughts on this being the last album you show as NU'EST W? There must have been some feelings of burden.

JR:  It's always the same thoughts when putting out an album. There's anticipation and nervousness, we're thankful to LOVEs who love us and make it so we can release an album. We are just happy that we can do this together. There's also some pressure with every album. That pressure seems to come to us with enjoyment and happiness. We are also very happy when we are working.

Q: There's seems to a lot of affection for fans because you're a group that came to stand on the stage again thanks to the fans. What are fans to you?

Ren: They become light to us in the darkness. When we say darkness, it could have been dark but they've become a light to us. I feel grateful that we can stand on stage and have activities because of them.

JR: Thanks to LOVEs we can stand on the stage. We think about LOVEs holding onto our hands and so we immersed ourselves in this album in order to not to let go of LOVEs' hands.

Q: Hwang Minhyun is returning, anything about the activities in the future?

JR: We haven't had discussion about that, so I am not able to tell you anything about it. We were immersed in this album, so we have not been in a situation to discuss it yet. I'm sorry.

Q: There are 3 unit albums that have come out, and there were many things that changed internally and externally. How was that reflected in the album?

Baekho: Compared to the past, things have gotten a lot better for us. There are many opportunities open to us that weren't before. Compared to our experience there are many things we hadn't done, and in a short period of time we have been able to do a lot. We really tried to express those emotions in this album as well.

JR: In this album, we really wanted to show you a more improved image. It was the same for the solo songs and so we practiced even harder.

Q: There are a lot of singers making a comeback in November, aren't you worried?

JR: More than the music rankings, we want to convey our sincerity to our fans. Because of that there is no pressure. On the contrary, it's an honor to promote together with many people. We want to learn a lot from being together with them.

Q: What's a goal you want to reach through this album?

JR: Our biggest goal is to healthily, without anyone getting hurt, safely complete promotions.

Q: Do you have a 1st place promise?

Ren: I'm thinking about how it would be if we cosplay in a more outrageous way that our last promise.

Q: Plans for future promotions?

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[equalitae]

L i k e  I   W o u l d (III)

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Angst, lots of swearing (lol)

Song to suggest: Hold Me – Eric Nam

Synopsis: I was doomed from the very moment I met him.

It was a mistake that I didn’t regret, but that I profoundly wanted to undo in the deepest part of my heart. I tried my best to untangle myself out of that mess, but he was right.

No one knew me like he did. No one would love me like him.

Word count:  6,4K

Part 1 -  Part 2 - Part 3

A/N: Well, hello! Welcome, finally, to the last part of LIW!  Before you start reading, i want to profoundly apologize for taking so long in posting it, but i had a writter’s block and i hadn’t been feeling like posting yet  :(

Even so, i fought it and came up with this! I’m really sad to finish it, but excited for you to read it!

  I hope you enjoy a lot and if you do feel free to give it some love!!   Requests are open! Just remember to read the r u l e s before requesting! See you soon! 

equalitae, x.

My room began to feel like a prison for more time than what I could count.

The curtains remained closed and the bare rays of sun that trespassed them were the only source of light that crossed into the loneliness of it. The dishes piled up in the sink, dirty and untouched, probably already reuniting bad smell and bugs. The clothes scattered around the room, also unwashed and forgotten, and I was already running out of shirts to wear.

My day had become a routine that consisted in waking up, eating breakfast, showering, doing homework and finally crying myself to sleep. The winter break was almost finishing, and I wasn’t sure if I would be able to leave the safety of my place to the public eye. I was running out of food and clothes, but I still didn’t feel with energy enough to do the chores and become a whole once again. I was crushed, converted into dust that was being flown away by the wind in a blink of an eye. My ego, hopes and feelings were a complete mess. I felt used and thrown away, but I still thought about the tattooed artist.

My thoughts still revolved around him even when I hadn’t heard from him in quite some time. The days after our last encounter consisted mostly in him constantly visiting my room, relentlessly knocking to my door and begging for my absolution. I spent all those hours sitting on my door frame, quietly sobbing and wondering why things like this happened to me. I felt weak, and every second that passed carved deep into my flesh, causing me an incessant desire to open that door and forgive him.

I wanted to feel him close to me and the way his body heat caused my skin to bristle. I wanted to feel his soft lips, making my heart go nuts and my head cloud. I needed to know he thought about me just by the way his soft eyes stared when he thought I wasn’t looking, even though I could feel his burning gaze on my skin. I wanted to smell like him once I left his place, covered in his essence and presence. His sole existence caused thousands of reactions in me that I couldn’t explain but needed to turn off unless I wanted to leave with my heart more crushed than before.

Byun Baekhyun was a pleasure that felt so good but hurt so bad.

After a few tries, his knocks stopped. The lonely shadow in the door frame wasn’t there and his begs weren’t heard for the longest time. I started to miss his presence, but I knew that if I came back to him, I would be giving up on my pride and what made me myself. He was the one who decided to play with me, he was the one who decided that lying was his best shot; and I was the fool that believed all his words completely unaware that sweet lies were part of his vocabulary.

And now, lying still on the floor covered by clothes, I was looking at ceiling with a million questions and scenarios crawling into my brain like ants looking for sugar. I was unaware of how much time had passed until I barely heard the door being unlocked and set of keys clashing against each other with the movement. I remained still, knowing who was inside my place and not even bothering to check if he had a knife with him.

“What the fuck, Y/N?!”, was all he said. I could feel his anger from meters away with his usually resting eyes burning holes in my body like lasers.

I opened and eye to peek at his shocked expression, before closing it again calmly. He didn’t more nor said anything for the longest time before he walked closer to me with harsh steps. Once he stopped, I opened my mouth to salute him, but I was suddenly being pulled up by an unknown force that carried me in a bridal style, -much to my surprise. I opened my eyes widely and started to protest, but he stepped into the bathroom and threw me into the cubicle, opening the shower in a blink. The cold water hit me instantly, waking me up from my conscious dream, and I quickly snapped my head to him.

“Do Kyungsoo!” I shouted, mad. My pajama was now wet, and it was sticking to me like a second skin. I felt uncomfortable, but I was wide awake now and knew that I had to confront him. Soo stepped back and crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow unbothered as he inspected my appearance.

“Do me a favor and wash yourself up. You smell like death.”

“Hey-”, I protested again, but he raised a finger to stop me.

“Once you are done, we are going to talk.” He closed the door behind me, leaving me by myself freezing under the cold water but aware that if I didn’t hurry, he will come in and drag me out of the bathroom. I sighed loudly and started to strip out of the now ruined outfit I was wearing.

When I had showered, I dried myself up and covered my body with a pink robe, walking silently into my room to find a prepared outfit over my now done bed. I closed the door behind me, and started to dress up with the black skirt and grey sweater he had put together for me. Once I had even put my knee-length socks on and had my hair combed, I left my room with soft steps. The sunlight was covering my whole living room, and I could see the mess I had made over the last few days. Kyungsoo was in the kitchen sink, taking care of the last remaining of unwashed dishes, mumbling something to himself.

I picked up the clothes scattered in the room, not saying a word but aware that he knew I was there. After a few minutes, everything was on the laundry bag and now I could see the khaki carpet under my feet. He reunited the forgotten boxes of fast food I used and threw them into the trashcan with a disgusted expression in his soft features. I felt ashamed, but I helped him with the cleaning; and when we were done after an hour, he looked at me with a disappointed look in his eyes. He pointed to the sofa, asking me silently to take a seat and started talking of what was actually happening. Then, he took my small hand in between his much larger ones and I suddenly felt naked under his burning gaze full of concern and care.

“I’m sorry.” He stated. “I hadn’t take care of you in the last few months and I ignored what was happening without noticing it would hurt you this much.”

I began to shake my head. “You don’t need to be sorry. I was playing with fire, I knew that, but I still got burned.” My voice was really low, mostly caused by my lack of energy, and I with a loud sigh, my head hung low. “I am drained, both mentally and physically. I had given everything I got to him, trying to fit in my head why he would have had done this to me and which were his reasons to approach to me the way he did the first time we met.  I thought he was genuinely interested in me and this could be the relationship I had being waiting for so long.” A low chuckle left my lips, “Just see how everything ended up.”

“He is my friend, Y/N.” Kyungsoo ran a hand threw his, now shaved, head. “Baekhyun has being a friend of mine for the longest time and I didn’t think he would do something like this to you.”

“What about her?”

“Min, you say?” I nodded my head, biting my lip. “She is just someone we saw every few reunions. She met Baekhyun in high school and stayed with him after that. She was sticky, following him and dragging him with her everywhere. They were just kids, so we tried to understand their weird accord.” With a frown, he pouted. “Why don’t you tell me what happened between you two, so I can understand?”

And so, I did. I told Kyungsoo about how I had met him in the elevator, how he had rose my pulse in a mere second and how I was weaken on my knees just with his slow smirk. I told him how our relationship had become closer after the first time his skin touched mine and my mind clouded with dreams. I told him how I had slowly fallen for a red-haired angel that owned every part of me without even asking for it, making me part of him from the very first moment we crossed paths. I was attached to him and breaking our bond felt like I was ripping my heart out of my chest and like I was throwing it on the bare floor with ease. My time with him had being enough to make me naïve and unaware of what was behind that marble-carved sculpture Baekhyun was.

Kyungsoo stayed in silence, nodding every few times to let me know he was listening carefully. He didn’t change his expression throughout the whole story and his caresses on my hand never stopped, only becoming more frequent by the time my voice started to shake. I was losing my composure, falling apart as I remembered the memories that I had saved in the darkest part of my brain, imprinted on me like a tattoo. My body begun to heat up, just as my eyes started to tickle and fill with water. I was angry. Angry at myself for being so stupid. Angry at him for playing with me and then throwing me away like a chewed toy. And angry with the universe for doing this in my face with a big “Told you so” after sending so many mixed signals.

Being the golden boy of the campus had its benefits, but I already understood why. He was a dark angel that crashed just in front of me, showing himself to the world as an incomprehensible and mysterious artist that caught everyone’s eye just by passing by. He had a trap and I had fallen deep into it with no opportunity to liberate myself, doomed to stay in his claws for as much as he wanted me to. The silent cries became louder and the vibrating sound inside my ears was cutting me open, leaving me with nothing else than broken porcelain and dust for me to repair. And I wasn’t sure if I would be able to…

 And that is how, going back to the start, I left the history class once it was over.

Seeing Baekhyun holding some else’s hand and telling her how beautiful she was made my heart reduce like raisin and my chest hurt like a whole bitch. He seemed better now, happier; since the winter break was over, and he apparently had cut all his strings with the past that haunted him. Me, myself, had been dating a guy for some time, and even when it wasn’t anything serious, I still didn’t feel prepared enough.

Once that Kyungsoo had left my apartment the day after he found the mess I was, he had somehow fixed me up, showing me how I was still the same girl I had always been. I felt secure and ready to go out and face all of those who knew that our relationship was over, but once I stepped inside our first class together after weeks of not knowing where he was or what had been of him, all my walls fell showing the little girl that was broken and still trying to glue all the pieces together. Once I saw how he had changed me and how I had “changed” him, the air left my lungs faster than what it took me to fill them up. The safe façade I was portraying wasn’t more than that, a façade. Good enough to convince everyone else around me, but not enough to convince me that I was okay and finally ready to let all those memories go.  

And so, I was immerse in my thoughts that I stood still in front of a tree, admiring at the branches like they were the most precious creation on earth. There were no birds standing on them, meaning the cold was too much for them to even come outside on a clouded day. The soil beneath my feet was wet, covering my shoes on mud and a few strands of grass that I didn’t bother to clean. It was drizzling, a few sprinkles of water falling over me and making the humidity of my hair to turn into a frizz mess. I didn’t care, though, as I raised my face to the sky, so a few droplets of cold water could fall over my face, luckily waking me up from this mess with a special someone by my side on a cold morning. It didn’t, of course, but it was good enough to make my shoulders fall a little and the air return safely to my inner self.

The low steps behind me weren’t heard, neither were noticed the hands that held my waist after that, making me almost fell into the ground out of the surprise. The warmness of a body covered me up as a familiar face entered in my visual field, calming the rapid heart beating I was currently having. The softness of his glowing features was there, as his bright and big smile took my attention for a second. His dark eyes were shining, as he inspected my face like it was unknown for him. His soft hands held me without an effort, as if it was a natural action for him to hold me like this, making my body warm up. I sniffed a little, catching a mild scent of his cologne, recognizing it instantly as I placed my tiny hands on his broad chest.

The pompous material of his long coat tingled in my fingers, as I imaginary-drew slowly on the dark-colored lapels of it. A black turtle neck sweater raised from underneath it, causing a sophisticated look on his muscular figure. I ran my eyes from the tips of my fingers, through his long neck to his pointed chin, his rosy lips, buttoned nose and, finally, his shiny dark eyes. They were behind a pair of golden specs that I clearly knew he didn’t need but used to decorate his already pretty face. Strands of his silky black hair hung right over his eyes, barely touching his shaped eyebrows.

I saw him shifting his feet over the soil, pulling me closer to him as his soft lips touched my skin in graceful kiss on my forehead. I smiled content, holding his coat even harder than before, feeling the small movements, his chest did as he took long breaths of air.

“Where have you been, Y/N?”, his sweet voice said, catching my attention. I blinked, fully aware now, as I enjoyed his presence in front of me.

“I just finished my history class,” I responded, trying to avoid the sour tone in me as I remembered a certain red-haired. “What about you, Xiumin? Are you done now?”

He nodded happily, reminding me of a puppy. “I just finished my last English class, thankfully. I’m free for the rest of the day.”

I smiled knowingly, winking at him as I placed my now warm hands on his nape, playing with the short hairs that were in there. “Does it mean you’re all mine for the day? Hmm?” Xiumin chuckled under his breath, catching the tip of his tongue under his white teeth with amusement. I admired the way his shaped eyes almost disappeared as he smiled, remarking more of his rounded cheeks and true happiness while doing so. I close-smiled too, feeling strangely calmed too.

“It depends on what you have planned to do.”

“Is that a challenge?” His nose almost touched mine, as he got closer to my, probably blushed, face. I raised an eyebrow playfully, following his little game.

Xiumin shrugged, nonchalantly. “Maybe…” As he finished his sentence, his humid lips touched mine in a kiss, as his warmth engulfed me up completely. I kissed him back, almost standing in my tip-toes to reach his lips, but contently accepting the sudden show of affection the black-haired boy was giving me. He sighed happily, pulling me even closer, if that was possible, as if he wanted to merge with me once and for all. I had met him less than a month ago, mostly because Soo obliged me to, but I had enjoyed the time together. We both just had ended difficult “relationships” and weren’t looking for a “serious thing” right now, as if we were just playing around and enjoying what the future might bring for us.

I suddenly felt a strange sensation in the back of my head, so I pulled away from him for a bit, enough for me to catch my breath, and turned my head to see what was happening. I didn’t see anyone, though, since almost everyone was inside to keep their warmth, and Xiumin and I were the dumb enough to stand outside in the cold. The tips of his fingers touched mine, reaching for my hand to hold his, while his pink lips left a soft kiss in my jawline. I directed my eyes to the floor we stepped on, as his body pulled me beside him to the food trucks near the university. He told me about his day and I listened to it carefully, pushing the image of Baekhyun holding someone else out of my mind. The conversations with Xiumin always flowed easily, as if we had everything to talk about but at the same time nothing to share with each other. I knew something was off, something was missing, but I did my best to not follow those thoughts and just force myself to think about someone else other than him.

Xiumin had made his way into my life in an easy way. We both had met when we were too broken to even think properly, and had put each other’s pieces together for long enough that we shared time together often even if we didn’t have anything to do. It felt comfortable, easy to do, and I appreciated that after the constant roller coaster being with Baekhyun was. I liked the steadiness of it, keeping it simple and familiar to the point it felt like a constant thing. He seemed to enjoy it too, looking healthier and better than the first time I had met him, and I felt content I could help someone as good as him beside me.

He was in the middle of telling me a story, when my phone suddenly buzzed with a call of an unknown number. I frowned a bit, as he eyed my phone with a curious expression, as he sipped a gulp of his lemonade. I stood up, holding my finger up in a sign to ask him to wait, and walked far enough to listen to whoever was on the phone.

“Hello?”, I mumbled to the speaker. Someone on the other side of the phone inhaled with force, and coughed a bit. I bit the tip of my tongue, in order to distract myself, as I waited for the other person to finally identify.

“I can’t believe you replaced me already.”

A breath stuck in the back of my throat as I heard him inhale air again. The tips of my fingers started to tickle once again, and I almost dropped my phone

“Baekhyun?”, I mumbled, incredulous.

“Was it easy?”, he responded, avoiding my question even when I knew the answer. I frowned with confusion.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I felt frustrated, angry again with him. I wasn’t a toy for him to play whenever he wanted to, and knowing he was just looking for me because he felt threatened with his position as the one who broke my heart. I had seen him earlier with her, and now he seemed to have seen me with Xiumin, talking to me for the first time in a long time.

“You clearly know about what, Y/N”, he chuckled dryly with no humor at all. I clenched my fists in an unconscious manner, almost hearing my head clicking with several thoughts and ideas related about how bad I wanted to hurt him. About how badly I wanted him to know how much it hurt and how broken you felt once you were left by someone you trusted with every bone in your body.

“What do you want?”

“There are thousands of things I want, sweetheart”, he joked around, playing with my patience. “One billion won, for example.”

“Don’t we all…”, I rolled my eyes. “Stop fucking up with me and just tell me what you want.”

“You.”

I froze in place, opening my eyes as wide as I could. I felt my hands starting to tremble, feeling unsure of how to react. “W-what?”

He sighed with defeat. “I want you, Y/N.” Baekhyun stopped for a moment. “I wanted you before and still want you now. I haven’t stopped wanting you.”

He sounded so done, so… sick. His usually cheerful voice was soft, almost as if he was whispering every single word with a strange sensation of calmness and tiredness unusual in him. It almost made my heart clench. Almost. But I knew that it all was playing pretend and he was just pulling a show for me to fall all over my heels for him once again; believing all the crap that left his mouth, following him as if he was the legendary pied piper the old stories tended to tell.

“Stop it, Baekhyun.”, I barked. “Fucking stop and let me alone. Just get out of my life and live yours as however the hell you might want to.” I was sure I was almost red out of anger. How dared him to give himself the right to annoy me again after it took me so long to get over what he had done to me. I wanted to shout, kick and destroy everything I had in sight, clearly furious at myself for letting him have such a control over me not minding the past.

“You know I can’t, Y/N.” His voice suddenly felt too close, and I had to stop myself from turning around and placing my tired body against the wall. I was drained of whatever emotion I could ever hold on my body, feeling almost empty and ready to shut down. I sighed loudly, sensing a tight knot forming in the middle of my chest, crushing my lungs with ease. I needed to get rid of him, completely forgetting he once existed and made part of my short amount of life. He hadn’t been with me long enough but had managed to destroy me in such little pieces, not even the strongest glue in this world would be able to keep them back together.

“Baekhyun…”, I murmured again, eyes as tight closed as how they let me. The grip on my phone left my fingers almost numb.

The harsh breathing on the phone stopped, as he hung the phone as quickly as possible. I stood there, defeated and breathless, with half of my phone still clinging to the tip of my ear and the other hand hanging motionless from the edge of my blouse. I could see Xiumin still sitting on the table, eating his sandwich distractedly as he read something on his textbook and wrote on his notebook. My own plate of food was right in front of him, untouched and getting cold, but I couldn’t pull myself to go sit and eat it with him. I didn’t feel right anymore, and all I wanted was to go back home and sleep. I pushed myself off the wall and started to walk, before a hand placed itself over my shoulder, stopping any intention I had of going back with the dark-haired boy.

I followed the fingers that pressed the flesh on my shoulder, crashing with a familiar set of tattoos drawn over the skin. The long-sleeved shirt he was wearing was something I had given him a few weeks after we started this chaos. It was a stripped black and red shirt, mostly common but that somehow managed to fit as if it was made just for him. His red hair seemed like if he hadn’t combed it before coming here, and the lilac ovals under his eyes attracted my attention like a beacon. His usual rosy-plump lips were dry and ripped, as if he had bitten them too many times to even consider it healthy. His dark eyes stared at me with an expressionless face, and I could feel my skin burning there where he touched it.

“Come with me”, he ordered. His light tone was covered by a serious sound that came right from the back of his throat. His hand moved from my shoulder and closed itself around my wrist, pulling me a little bit closer to the heat of his body. I couldn’t find what to say, not when I could finally smell his cologne after weeks and feel his warmth after missing it so much it almost cut me open. The muscles in his jaw twitched as he observed me silently, asking in a silent request if I would follow him even when he knew I was badly hurt. My wrist slipped from his touch and I closed my hands in fists both at each side of my body, so I wouldn’t be able to unconsciously pull them up and finally feel the softness of his skin that I have been craving so much to touch.

“Leave me alone, I already asked once.” I responded instead.

He sighed exasperated and ran his fingers through his hair, as if he wanted to tear them out. His eyes closed with force as he spitted his next words one by one.

“Go back there and tell him you need to leave, and come with me.”

I chuckled with no humor at all. I couldn’t believe his words –no, I couldn’t believe him. And even so, I stared at him directly in the eye, looking for answers of questions I hadn’t even formulated yet. Looking for reasons to stay, to listen what he had to say, and just follow what he told me to do. I knew I was reckless and stupid, following him like a dog with the tail in between my legs, but it had been so long, and I just wanted to finish all the hell he put me through, so I would be able to continue with my life as I wanted to. If I left him behind, I would be able to start over where I had left it before his red hair, tattoos and meaningless words craved so deep into my flesh I was almost afraid I could never get completely rid of him.

I walked back to the table, fully aware his burning gaze was still lingering on my back, and placed myself in the empty booth left. Xiumin looked up, instantly smiling in my direction with warmth and a tiny sparkle in behind his dark eyes. I smiled back, crossing my fingers together as I prepared myself to tell him an excuse to leave and follow a certain devil that kept getting in my way. His hand placed itself in the table, caressing my knuckles softly, searching something in my eyes.

“Is everything alright?”, he wondered. “You look a little bit pale.”

I nodded carefully, smiling to reassure him as I took his hand in between mine. “I just had to take that call. Soo just called me, he needed a hand back at home. It’s okay if I leave you here and end the date for the day? I will pay you back, I promise.” As I expected, he smiled widely and nodded cheerfully, not minding if I had to leave him.

“It’s totally fine! I understand.” His soft lips placed themselves on the top of my fingers as a slight kiss. “Send Kyungsoo a hug for me.”

I stood up, and surrounded the table ready to give him a warm hug. He stood up too and engulfed me in between his arms, kissing the top of my head with fondness and ran his fingers over my back, sending small tickles to my spine. As we pulled apart, he nodded in my direction, and waved before sitting back in the table and continuing what he was doing earlier. I let a breath I didn’t know I was containing leave my lungs, stepping outside the small place and spotting Baekhyun right beside the door with a lollypop lazily hanging from his lips. His eyes were closed, and his head was pulled back, both of his hands in his back pockets. I cleared my throat, catching his attention before walking beside him to wherever he wanted to go.

He stopped in one of the design classes, opening the door with a small key that was hidden in his wallet, and left the door open for me to go inside. I inspected the whole class, ignoring his presence, as I visualized the last clothing designs the students were doing. There were some delicate drawings, followed by colors and explosions of imagination and creativity. Drafts were thrown and pasted everywhere, unintentionally decorating the class with their presence and as a form of inspiration for those who didn’t know what to do with those minds of theirs.

“That was pathetic”, he murmured out of the blue. I blinked repeatedly, confused while I concentrated myself back to him.

“What do you mean?”

Baekhyun chuckled, “You and him. It’s pathetic.” He sat himself in the main desk, staring at me with a smirk drawn over his features and both of hands behind him to support his body. I put my hands in my hips, frowning profoundly.

“I don’t see what none of that has to do with you”, I growled. “What I do or not do with someone is my problem, not yours.”

“Of course, it is my problem, sweetheart.” He chuckled. “Specially if it affects me directly.” He jumped back on his feet, walking slowly in my direction, like a lion following his prey with caution, scared it would run away.

“It affects me directly because he is involving himself with you.” Baekhyun’s nose suddenly touched my cheek, running till it caressed the core of my ear. “It affects me directly because he is the one who gets to be with you and he isn’t me.” I opened my eyes widely, and I stared at him with a serious expression. I was beyond pissed.

“What did you want me to do?” I shouted as I pushed his chest with as much force as I could. He barely seemed to notice, not even moving a bit. His face was scrunched, and I knew he was trying really hard to not scream at me. The veins in his neck were pulsing and both of his hands were fists pressed against his sides.

“Did you expect me to wait?” I continued. “You left me, Baekhyun! You never looked back and threw yourself to those girls like candy!”

“I left you because you asked me to!” He shouted back, losing the little sanity he had left. “I was the one all heartbroken when you kept living your life! I needed to distract myself!”

“Dist-distract yourself? Baekhyun, please! You and I both know that it wasn’t just a distraction!”

“Of course, it was! I had to get rid of your smell, rid of your kisses, rid of you!” By now, he was breathing so heavily that I could see his chest move in rapid ways. “I had to find a way to get rid of all of you, so I decided to find someone to replace you.”

“Seems like you did a pretty good job. Your flavor of the month is ten times better than what I ever was to you”

He looked away. “She is not you, Y/N. She wasn’t, isn’t and will never be you.”

“That’s what you said when I found out you were cheating on her with me. When I found you calling her, her memories, and when I found her fighting for you. Aren’t you ashamed Baekhyun? You played with the both us like toys.”

“That’s not true. I wasn’t happy with her. Not as how I was with you. I need you more than I need the air I breathe, Y/N. Don’t you fucking get that?”

His arm extended, taking my hand into his. I looked at him in the eye, searching for answers, something that made me think differently, but I found nothing else than dark holes looking away.

“I-I’m happy, Baekhyun. He makes me happier than you ever did”, slipped from my lips. It was a lie, a sweet lie that not even I believed, I barely knew the guy but Baekhyun didn’t know that, but I had to get away. I had to kick him out of my life, because if I kept him in it, I would’ve end up destroyed. His face hardened as he pressed his lips in a thin line, and his jaw tightened as well.

With a quick move, he took me by the wrists, twirling them with his fingers, barely applying any pressure on my skin. His large delicate fingers caused me a tickle that traveled through my arm, paralyzing me for a light moment. He towered over me, looking me right in the eye without saying a word.

He pulled his grip, dragging me towards him, and searching my eyes with his. I tensed my jaw, unsure of what to do and reluctant to his touch. It wasn’t that I didn’t want it, God knew I did. My body begged for his touch, his attentions and his caresses; but I couldn’t fall like this. I had to be strong and avoid looking weak in front of him.

His eyes softened almost immediately, when my eyes finally crashed with his and he brought his mouth near my hair, his soft lips brushing my ear. I breathed heavily and closed my eyes. Baekhyun knew what he was doing, and he used it against me. This was a fight I was going to lose sooner or later.

“You can lie to me as much as you want, Y/N”, he said softly, assuring that I couldn’t move. “Fuck. You can lie to yourself as much as you want, too. You can believe all the nonsense leaving your lips.”

I shook my head, not knowing what to do. What was he doing?

“You can tell me that you love him more than how you ever loved me”, he continued. “But they’re not more than empty words. We both know that at the end of the day, I’m the one you look for.”

A thread of brown hair appeared in my thoughts, but it was rapidly appeased by a sense of heat running in my arm. Baekhyun’s breath felt even closer and his body positioned behind mine, making my back crash against his hard chest. I felt my knees weaken, but I refused to show it. His fingers trailed to my collarbone, where they softly pulled from the fabric, uncovering my skin.

“He doesn’t know where’s your soft spot is.” Baekhyun whispered again, kissing a path from my collarbone to my neck. There where the heat and the tickles hit me harder every time he kissed me. There where my pulse was running every time he was close, just like now.  

“He doesn’t know where to find your weaknesses, Y/N”, he kept wandering in my neck with the tip of his nose. His hot breath couldn’t help but crash against it. “He doesn’t know where to touch your skin properly. He doesn’t know shit about you, even when he swears knowing you more than me.”

“Baekhyun…”, I finally said, unsure of my words. I couldn’t think clearly, since my mind kept spinning. It was always like this around him, it was like this since the very first moment I saw him. I was just too stupid to see it. Till now.

His hands slipped in mine, caressing them slowly, intertwining his fingers with my fingers. It felt so good. So… right. The ways his hand fitted perfectly with mine, making me feel protected and secure. I didn’t doubt that with Baekhyun I was feeling new things that I had never felt before.

“Don’t talk”, his thumb rubbed my knuckles, barely touching them. “It’s okay if you want me, because I want you too. Stop trying to avoid it, stop thinking. Just let it be.”

He surrounded my body and placed his hands over my waist. His eyes bored into mine, in such a way, that I saw myself drowning in their darkness. Millions of emotions swirled in them, overwhelming me. Unconsciously, I set my arms over his shoulders, caressing his face with the tips of my fingers, fascinated by the beauty of his face.

“He will never love you like I do.”

And when he silently asked for permission to kiss me, I nodded. Baekhyun smirked before crashing his lips against mine in a desperate manner; and someway, somehow, I knew he was right. I wouldn’t be able to find someone who pulled me in such a rollercoaster as Baekhyun did, nor someone who ignited a fire inside me that almost turned my bones into ashes, and my blood completely boil. He turned a spark in me that I’d never felt before, and I was sure no one else would be able to do it either. Somewhere in my subconscious, I had clear he was the one for me; specially when every piece of his body fit perfectly with mine. His lips, his fingers, his chest. Everything seemed like a finally resolved puzzle, and I had let it complete itself without even noticing it. 

And now, there was no way to undo it ever again.

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[tfw-no-tennis]

hunty x hunty cont

soooo we watched more! woohoo

we finished the hunter exam arc???? i THNK? lmaoooo at the end of the ep (21 i thiiiiink) we were on, satotz was like BUT THE HUNTER EXAM ISNT EVEN OVER YET or w/e lol aigh??? whats up w/that

anyways a lot happened in the last few eps that we watched....man i shouldve written this earlier but i litrelly havent been online. anyways

so during the hunter exam stage 4...gon is literally perfect (as i always have to say), him reuniting w/leorio and kurapika was rlly sweet :’) 

of course he immediately offered to help....goodest boy 

and wow that kid has such a powerful nose bvhjksfbjsk he rlly be a gr8 sniffer 

ok literally the part where leorio was in the cave and was like GON KURAPIKA DONT COME IN HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and they both full speed sprint into the cave with 0 hesitation.....we love a 0 brain cells family 

i love leorio so much he really just b running around w/a switchblade and a breifcase, both of which he barely used during the exam lmao

so bummed that leorio slicing up tht snake happened offscreen. how tf did that even work, he doesnt have a goddamn sword

gon just being able to hold his breath for almost 10 mins makes so much sense somehow...he rlly is one of those shounen protags who is just casually a ridiculous human being and doesnt even fully realize that its weird 

that shot of him carrying everyone out of the cave was so sweet

and of course gon vs snakes....hes so perfect....he trusts his friends so much :’) 

also random aside but im so glad tonpa is out and idk if i talked abt this in my prev post but i feel like in most shounen he wouldve been like, so inspired by gons shounen protag energy that he wouldve changed his tune and taken the exam genuinely and either passed or declared that hed definitely pass next year - but no, he was awful til the end, this aint that kind of story (yet...?) 

have i mentioned that i hate hisoka? cause i hate hisoka. nasty ass crusty clown bitch 

what else happened in the phase 4 stuff. oh yeah killua clowned on those triplet dudes (and hanzo lowkey), which was great

ok the opening not having changed this whole time is so funny. imagine if it never changed and its still basic and cheery when everything gets crazy and dark lmao 

ooh my god i forgot to mention this last time but i feel like gons backpack is full of hair gel and hair gel ONLY, he only brought hair gel and his fishing rod. this is canon ty 

oh gosh when killua and gon reunited at the end of the 4th stage....OOOUGH so precious...those two are so cute god. i want a compilation of their cute moments together i hope that exists 

GOD OH FUCK the scene on the airship where kurapika and gon talked bc gon was clearly bothered by something (what happened w/hisoka obvs. i hate that clown bitch) and OUGHHHH OH GOD gon crying LICHRALLY killed me oh man :( i was literally just chanting NO NO NO!!!! at the TV cause seeing tiny baby boy upset was so sad....and ik it gets soooo much worse oh god i cant handle it 

the whole convo was really good and really anti-shounen (once again...feel like thatll be a theme lmao) bc like, it was a healthy convo where gon talked honestly abt his feelings instead of using some shounen protag BS phrases like ‘it doesnt matter!!! ill be stronger next time!!!’ or w/e....and kurapika is a such a good parent oh man :( 

again, cant get over how genuine and uncomplicated the teamup of the main 4 characters has been....literally no ‘we’re competing and only teaming up for convenience/the hunter exam comes before our friendship’ nonsense 

did anything else happen on the airship. ider 

anyways. can i talk abt illumi now. CAN I TALK ABT ILLUMI NOW. H8 THAT BITCH. 

ok wait back up theres other stuff

the interviews w/the candidates was interesting! i love how the old dude was SO not picking up what Creepy Hisoka was putting down lmaooooo

that poor old guy lmao he seems like a decent dude, he was like oh i dont wanna fight gon and killua cause theyre kids,....RIP u red shirt legend 

the bracket setup was so interesting oh man....very funky and creative. and then it wasnt really fully utilized lol, i feel like thats indicative of a bigger patten - hxh so far has been really creative and interesting, and clearly uninterested in setting things up simply to check off boxes on a shounen tropes checklist....i can already see what makes it so great if this keeps up bc daym, so many shounen have their interesting themes drowned out by the overwhelming necessity for the plot to hit certain shounen story beats, smothering otherwise new/fresh ideas and rerouting them back into the same old over-trodden shounen trope territory 

on a meta level, i wonder if the author was like, allowed more leniency (’do whatever bro’) bc hed already been successful w/yu yu hakusho. i havent seen/ready yyh so idk how ‘typically shounen’ it is but thats st that im curious about 

aaanyways. the tournament starts w/hanzo beating up gon for THREE HOURS STRAIGHT. jesus dude. so yeah obviously leorio and kurapika are the best parents ever and them getting so righteously angry over seeing this happen to gon is so heartwarming and good and also a big big mood 

they love their son okay. also that was fucked up. ALSO i find it interesting that thats only the second time we’ve seen kurapikas eyes turn red 

i bet that hisoka saw that also and somethign something phantom troupe, see bottom of post in predictions section 

seeing gon get beat up like that made my heart hurt :( especially when hanzo broke his arm...oof. 

god also i cant believe hanzo is 18 hes literally bald hvbhjafbjs whats w/hxh and making everyone a teen or younger lmao god 

also omfg i love that leorio and kurapika are lichreally 19 and already have kids wow thats amazing especially considering their kids are 12. its so funny that theyre such Parents already considering that the age gap is kinda hilariously small, espec bc i thought that they (mostly leorio) were a lot older at first lmao 

the fact that gon gets to win that fight against hanzo was a legit shock to me....again, anti-shounen. we’d normally want to see what our protag can do in a fight - espec in a tournament-style arc where the consequences arent as high typically - so we’d want him to go further, which is easy here bc to move on he has to lose, which is easy bc gon is a baby w/no offensive capabilities (that we’ve seen)

god ive talked abt this already but its so fascinating how we havent really had any full-on fights???? espec w/the main 4 characters????? we still barely know what they can do....WE STILL HAVENT BEEN INTRODUCED TO NEN???? 

ive been spoiled (i guess?) to the existence of nen but thats abt it. what can it do? what is it? fuck if i know lmao. so i could totally see them pulling a ‘we were using nen the whole time’ w/like hisoka or st, OR a ‘YOU were using nen the whole time w/out realizing it’ w/gon

ok anyways. that hanzo fight was rough but also gon is literally the best. he was trying to bargain w/hanzo to figure out a way where they could come to a conclusion that would satisfy them both - despite hanzo clearly outmatching gon in skill, so the effort on hanzo’s part would be pointless and simply for gon’s benefit....basically the entire proposal sound ludicris and insulting to suggest (or st, idk how to phrase it), but since its gon of COURSE he only has the purest of intentions and means it so genuinely that you cant even be mad at him 

hanzo just knocking him out lmaoooo and then hes just out for the rest of the tournament???? thats so wild and...whatdya know....un-shounen! 

then he wakes up n his lil x-shaped forehead bandage....ough so cute

also the whole convo he and satotz had abt gon’s victory and hunter license and earning/deserving it was so good :’) 

also i feel like the show did a good job of humanizing characters like satotz. i legit thought he was a robot or st at first but it feels more like hes just A Guy now,....albeit a weird guy, but thats to be expected. its like, yeah this guy also took the hunter exam at one point, wow.

anways this is already long and i havent even gotten to the killua stuff yet lol so im gonna stop here for now. and introducing a new segment..........the prediction corner! where i dump my speculations/predictions, entirely for my future self’s benefit 

PREDICTIONS: 

first off as i alluded to above, i think that hisoka has some sort of connection to the phantom troupe (does he know them? maybe not, but he knows where to find them? idk) and when he saw kurapikas red eyes, was able to figure out that whole deal and said st to kurapika during that fight like ‘hey i can help you find the phantom troupe if you want :))))’ 

i kinda said this earlier but i predict that kurapika might get really wrapped up in revenge and go off the rails a bit. we’ll see, so far that hasnt really happened, but for some reason i kinda think that it will? we’ll see

i (incorrectly) predicted that killua would have known that illumi was there the whole time, considering that he was able to noticing the hunter exam dudes following him in phase 4, etc....but BOY was i wrong about that oof 

iiii think that the whole ‘the hunter exam isnt over yet!!!’ stuff will be an opportunity for killua to pass this year still, maybe? idk abt that tho 

i have more predictions but i forgot :( also some of them are more relevant to the next few eps ill make a post on 

#gotta break up my thoughts somehow #wow these are gonna get so damn long espec if ruth and i end up binging a bunch of eps in a short period lmao #unrelated but god 'this must be the place' was just on shuffle which murdered me and now an emo-ass U2 song came on...bruh #anyways #lj watches hxh #hxh

[plasticoveredfurniture]

inktober d13: ash

pairing: taegi

words: 1941

tags: violence, gang au, journalist yoongi, roughly inspired by banana fish, happy ending

Daegu had never been the safest of cities, Yoongi was aware of that. That was why he moved to Seoul in the first place. The city was bigger and safer, not completely in the hands of gangs and crippled by crime. But he was a journalist, and he followed wherever the news brought him. And, unironically enough, he was taken back to where everything had begun. In the six years he'd been away from his hometown, things had gotten worse that everyone had thought possible. So his job took him back there to interview the members of one of the youngest gangs in the city.

It was lead by someone who went by V and they mostly dealt with dealing and micromanaging infrastructures related to gambling and prostitution. No one knew how all this power had ended up in the hands of an eighteen-year-old boy. It was now Yoongi's job to find out.

Their first time meeting completely shocked Yoongi. He'd known the person he was gonna meet was extremely young, but the boy he was faced with shocked him. The boy's features were sharp, but boyish nonetheless. He had a sharp jawline, but soft cheeks, and round doe eyes that held an intensity that left Yoongi paralyzed. 

"Why is he just standing there like that?" asked the younger to no one in particular.

Yoongi moved closer to the boy and introduced himself.

"Hi, I'm Min Yoongi. It's nice to meet you."

He offered his hand without thinking twice, but the disapproving stares he was met with made him realise his mistake. Just as he was about to withdraw it, he felt a hand curl against his.

"Kim Taehyung, but keep it out of the papers."

Yoongi's job was pretty simple. He just had to stay close to Taehyung and observe him. Try and understand how the gang worked and maybe how he got such an important position. He just had to pay attention.

But things didn't go quite as planned.

For starters, Taehyung had demanded he be armed with a gun. He had one of his people provide him with one, and taught Yoongi personally. The elder was not allowed to leave his apartment without it.

Then, after the first month, he realised the two of them had grown closer than he had anticipated. He truly cared for the boy and no longer thought about his stay in Daegu as a work trip. They spent most of their time just hanging out and Yoongi even helped him seal a couple of deals thanks to his "smartass mouth", as Taehyung had very kindly put it.

But Murphy's law never disappoints. After a whole month of nothing but tranquility, things started changing. Random shootings started happening in V's districts and some punks had started selling their own low quality shit in the same places where V's people were stationed. 

Taehyung couldn't afford to look bad, he was already way too young to be taken seriously. He needed to assert dominance. So he sent off about fifteen of his guys, all armed, to take out whoever was being. nuisance. Only eight of them came back in one piece.

After that Taehyung made Yoongi move into his own apartment, claiming it to be safer.

Being forced to spend every waking moment together did nothing but strengthen their bond. Taehyung trusted Yoongi, and the feeling was mutual. But that was the main problem.

One night they decided that deserved to wind down a bit so they treated themselves to a couple beers which turned into a couple glasses of rum and coke. And alcohol makes people loose lipped. And that isn't something that people like Taehyung can afford.

"You know how I became" a sip of his drink and a grimace "this?"

Yoongi was staring at him with wide eyes. He shook his head.

"I used to sell my body to survive. I was living on the streets and greasy old men are such easy targets. So I took advantage of that."

Yoongi was at a loss for words.

"A few of them were stupid enough to become regulars. They loved this pretty ass so much that they paid and paid and paid to have a taste of it again. And before I knew it I was swimming in money."

Taehyung opened the bottle of rum and gulped a mouthful down.

"But at some point it stopped being about money. I was drunk off of the power that these men were giving me. So I didn't stop. And then it was too late."

Taehyung kept the bottle close and lit a cigarette. The smoke was rising up in pretty milky swirls and Yoongi focused his attention on that. He didn't like how empty the younger's gaze was. He'd gotten so used to the warm intensity of his stare that it had become familiar. And the void swimming in Taehyung's eyes was odd and scary.

"His name was Donghyuk. He would give me these little jobs saying that he needed me because no one was like me and all that stupid shit. At first it was just delivering messages. Then it turned into bribing. Both with sex and money. And then I became his carrier for the more important clients. No one knew I worked for him. Not even I did. I thought I was the one in control. That he was wrapped around my finger."

"What happened to him?"

Yoongi's voice wasn't louder than a whisper.

"I killed him. He touched me after I said no, so I killed him. And took everything that was his."

Taehyung took one last drag from his cigarette and put it out on the carpet. His eyes staring into the void. 

They stayed quiet for a while after that. It wasn't uncomfortable, but a bit awkward. They kept sipping on their drinks quietly until Yoongi moved. He got up from his spot on the floor on the other side of the coffee table from Taehyung and sat next to him.

In a burst of confidence he tugged on the boy's sleeve and when he turned around Yoongi closed the gap between them and kissed him.

And when Yoongi moved back, Taehyung put his hand on the back of the elder's neck and lurched forward.

He was hungry, but careful. So careful when he laid Yoongi down on the floor. Even more careful when he slowly peeled back the layers of clothing. But oh so hungry whenever their lips met.

The following morning they woke up on the floor in a tangle of naked limbs. Yoongi tried to slip away, but Taehyung tightened his embrace.

"I didn't peg you as the type to smash and dash, hyung" he teased with his eyes still closed and his lips resting on the journalist's shoulder blade.

They kept treading this very dangerous line between something that they could never have and what they were doing, and it was inevitable for them to fall into something recklessly close to a relationship.

They refused to acknowledge it thought, thinking that it would make it less real, less dangerous.

But word travelled fast and soon enough everyone knew that the great V had a weakness in the form of one tiny journalist.

When Taehyung found out they got into a huge fight. Taehyung wanted him to leave, but Yoongi wanted to stay by his side.

"What if something happens to you? I could never forgive myself for ruining your life like that, especially now that you mean so much to me!"

"You think you're the only one in this position? I would rather die here than leave you alone! I don't wanna say goodbye without knowing if I'll see you again! What would I do if I never got to see you again?"

Taehyung was quiet after that.

"Come with me."

"What?"

"You heard me. Come with me. We can start from scratch together in Seoul. I'll find a new project to work on and we can travel together. I'll write the articles and you'll be my photographer."

"You're crazy."

"Am I? I know you hate this as much as I do. And I know how much you love photography. You told me. You've shown me the boxes full of pictures. We can be safe. We can be happy. Together."

"I can't leave this life, Yoongi! I am responsible for these people, I can't just leave them behind and pretend like nothing ever happened! And the past always catches up to you."

"Well, that's what's gonna happen if you stay anyway."

"What are you talking about?"

"Leaving them. That's what's gonna happen. Because if you stay, someone's gonna get their hands on you and you'll end up dead somewhere and everyone else is just gonna have to go on without you."

"Hyung-"

"Wouldn't it be better to at least try?"

Silence.

"I don't know how to go on without you, Taehyung-ah"

But no matter what the elder said, Taehyung couldn't let him ruin his life like this. As soon as Yoongi fell asleep, the boy called one of his people and had someone buy Yoongi a ticket to get back home and someone to guard the apartment after he left.

He'd had some of his people look into the weird activity that had been going on in his districts and clubs, and found that some of Donghyuk's old people were out for revenge. Naturally, he decided to deal with it on his own. He was V, if he was gonna go down he was gonna do it in style and with dignity. He didn't need people watching his back.

So, as a screaming Yoongi was being dragged towards the airport to hop on a flight to Incheon, Taehyung was walking into the lion's den.

No one knew anything about his suicide mission, other than that it was gonna happen. Some of his people put two and two together after the phone calls he had made earlier that night, so they rushed to help.

They were too late though. When they got there, it was a bloodbath. Everyone that Taehyung had wanted dead had a bullet planted in between their eyes, and maybe a couple extra ones in other unpleasant places. But Taehyung hadn't been able to leave without a scratch. They found him in a pool of blood with a gunshot wound in his leg and another in his shoulder.

They rushed him to the hospital and, thankfully, they hadn't been too late for that.

With his money they were able to put him into intensive care and have the best surgeon in Death operate on him. It was a close call, but they were able to save him. He wouldn't be able to move his shoulder without being in pain, but they had pills for that.

When Taehyung woke up three days after the shooting, it was to Yoongi sleeping peacefully in the armchair beside his bed.

"W-What-"

Yoongi immediately opened his eyes.

"Oh my god, you're awake"

"You're supposed to be-"

"In Seoul, I know. But you made quite the mess when you decided to go shoot up a whole gang all by yourself. When they found you-"

The journalist took a sharp breath.

"You goddamn idiot, I thought I'd lost you"

There were streaming down his face and Taehyung couldn't help but cry with him.

"I think-" he coughed a little, throat hoarse from not being used for a few days "I think we should go to Seoul as soon as I can leave this hospital bed"

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah, I think we can just start over again. Be safe. Be happy. Together."

#btsboulangerie