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yeonjunszn · 1 year
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nineteen
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pairing choi soobin x f!reader
word count 7.2k
genres fluffïč’angst
warnings mature language as per usual, strangers to friends to lovers to strangers? again?, right person wrong time, existential crises, insecurity, best friend!beomgyu, best friend!yeonjun, this one random dude being an asshole for no reason and not knowing when no means no, reader is so Painfully in love and cant do anything about it, this is self indulgent and a lot of it stemmed from my own personal feelings, let me know if i missed anything!!
summary you met choi soobin one fateful summer when you were nineteen and then he became the one that got away.
more HI HEY SO this was my contribution for soobin’s birthday <3 i know it’s a little over a day late, but i wasn’t just not gonna post it, especially bc i’m so proud of it and how it took me 5ish days to pump out. ALSO ??? I HIT 700 ??? THANK U GUYS SO MUCH!!! i’m literally crying into my pillow right now i’m so grateful u have no idea. not only is this a birthday gift for binnie, it’s also a gift to u guys for following me and consuming my content đŸ«¶ and a huge shout out to @lvandrmoon​ my pookie bear luna for beta’ing and helping me edit cause i needed a fresh set of eyes <<<<3
playlist nineteen — pinkpantheress, ivy — frank ocean, hurt — newjeans, august — taylor swift, passion — pinkpantheress, summers over interlude — drake
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Being nineteen was weird.
You weren’t exactly an adult, but you weren’t a teenager anymore. You weren’t allowed to make mistakes because you were told you should know better at this point. You couldn’t make decisions for yourself yet, because you “weren’t mature enough” to do so.
You were extremely naive, but also extremely cautious. You hated everyone, but wanted them all to like you. You were a perfectionist, but couldn’t give less of a fuck about anything at the same time. You kept contradicting everything about yourself and couldn’t do much about it because that seemed to be what being nineteen was all about.
It was this state of purgatory in a sense. You weren’t in heaven, but you weren’t in hell. You were in the middle ground, forced to reconcile with yourself until you couldn’t take it anymore.
At least that’s how it was until you met Soobin.
It's been a few years but you still remember your relationship like it was yesterday. You like to think it’s because you won’t find someone half as decent as him ever again. You’d never meet someone who was as kind or caring, someone who appreciated you for you — despite the growing emptiness that filled your chest with being the unbearable age of nineteen.
It was the summer following your first year in university. You’d underestimated just how much harder the workload would be and just how tired you constantly felt after late nights staying up to meet deadlines for papers and various other assignments. Sure, you had more freedom than high school, but at what cost?
The drive back home to the small beachside town you grew up in was gruesome. Passing all the thirty story high buildings and scenic views made you miss the city as soon as you left, though living in such a bustling urban area was more stressful than anything.
You half hoped your parents would be over the moon with joy when you arrived, but even they seemed drained by the months that preceded. You hauled your bags back into your childhood bedroom, the one that looked exactly the same way you left it in December — when you visited for Christmas break. This time it felt a bit more muggy thanks to the humid air blown in from the ocean.
You drop your things on the floor with a huff, tossing yourself backwards onto the twin sized mattress. The ceiling appeared more and more interesting the older you got, for a reason you don’t think you could ever comprehend (not that you really wanted to anyway).
The only plus about living next to the water, was sneaking out at night to sit on the beach alone with your thoughts. You didn’t do it much before moving out, mostly out of fear that you’d get kidnapped, but now that said thoughts had multiplied and you were older, the idea seemed appealing. In Seoul, you would just go to the Han river. It wasn’t as therapeutic considering there were usually other people around and the sound of cars honking was a bit distracting, but it was sufficient.
“Y/n! Come out here! Someone’s here to see you!”
You shut your eyes tightly, praying if you ignored your mother, she would just go away. Sleep was calling your name after driving five hours by yourself. Maybe you could just —
“Living in the big city changed you so much you couldn’t bother to leave your room to say hi?”
The voice speaking has you springing up and pouncing on the owner, wrapping him in a bone crushing hug (that is, if you were strong enough to crush bones). He laughs that obnoxious, yet endearing laugh of his, patting the top of your head as he pulls away.
“Beomgyu! Fucker, why didn’t you text that you were coming by?” You slap his arm playfully and he feigns injury, holding the spot like you’d hit him with a hammer.
“Wanted to surprise you, ‘fucker’,” this time he giggles rather than cackles. “Seoul really did change you, wow. I thought you’d be boring Y/n forever. I was starting to get worried, honestly.”
“Shut up,” you snort. “Seriously, I missed you asshat. You’re the only person who understands my love for garlic bread.”
“You’re so unserious.”
“Rich coming from you.”
Your mother and Beomgyu’s had been best friends since high school, so it was only fitting that when they had the two of you, by association, you were also best friends. Gyu had two older brothers, so had your parents gotten down to business any earlier, there was a chance you could’ve been platonic soulmates with one of them. Knowing that makes you grateful to whatever higher being is out there. His brothers weren’t anywhere near as funny as he was and you couldn’t imagine not having permanent comedic relief by your side. Especially with the rough push and pull of life now that you no longer live a ten minute walk away from one another.
Things really used to be so much simpler.
It was four in the morning before you knew it and you were wide awake. Once again your ceiling had successfully garnered your attention, lit by the moon slipping through the curtain on your window. You could hear the ticking of the alarm clock on your bedside table and the crashing waves of the ocean simultaneously. Though one was significantly louder than the other, it was the quieter of the sounds that made you want to rip your hair out. You were fortunate that your room was on the first floor, while everyone else was on the second.
With a tiny grunt, you open your bedroom window and hop out. You’re wearing a hoodie and some shorts, a pair of slippers too small for your feet shuffling against the grass of your backyard toward the sand just beyond the fence. You were fully aware that you looked rather insane — rightfully so since you were going to the beach a couple hours before daybreak — but didn’t have it in you to care. It wasn’t like anyone was going to see you.
That was your mistake. Had you gone any earlier or later, had you not even gone at all, things might’ve turned out differently.
You find the perfect spot to sit where the sand is loose enough that it won't stick to your clothes. Perhaps you did miss home more than you like to let on. There was something comforting and familiar about the beach, about your parents and annoying Beomgyu. About the salty air and the nosy people you grew up around. It was safe.
There’s a crunch of a twig behind you and you yelp, whipping around to search for the culprit. Your eyes land on a tall boy with wide eyes, his lips parted in fear. Whether it’s because he wasn’t anticipating you being here or he startled himself, you’re not sure. What you are sure of, however, is the fact that you’ve never seen this boy in your life.
“H-hi! Sorry for disrupting you
 I’ll get going now—”
“Who are you?” You can't help yourself from asking.
His eyebrows knit together in blatant confusion. He probably wasn’t expecting that of all the things you could say to him. “Oh. I’m— uh— I’m Soobin. Choi Soobin. And you?”
“Y/n,” you answer shortly. “What are you doing here, Soobin?”
“I could ask you the same. It’s pretty late for you to be out by yourself. I could be a serial killer for all you know.” He shoves his hands in the singular pocket of his own hoodie, shrugging up his shoulders as a gust of wind breezes past you. You hold back the scoff that threatens to leave your mouth.
“For one, not that it’s any of your business, I’m from here. And two, I’ve lived in the city long enough to know how to take care of myself.” You pull your knees up to your chest, the action causing Soobin to glance down. The corners of his lips curl upwards slightly and you recall the silly slippers you were wearing. A sudden urge to curl into a ball and die right there on the beach washes over you.
“I’m sure you and your bunny slippers are well acquainted with the area, Y/n,” he doesn’t stop the smile that forms. “They’re cute by the way. Even if they don’t quite fit. I love bunnies.”
Your cheeks felt warm and you fist the sleeves of your sweater in your hands. Soobin was attractive. You have never been called cute by an attractive person. Well, technically speaking, he was referring to your slippers.
You wanted the earth to swallow you whole.
“You never answered my question.” You divert the conversation, lest he realizes what he’s done to you.
“Oh, right,” Soobin nods, running a hand through his hair. “My parents and I are visiting for the summer. They rented out a house a little further up the beach until August. I brought a friend with me but I couldn’t sleep and he was already knocked out, so I wanted to do some exploring.”
You hum in response, pursing your lips. “I live in that house right there— or, lived, I guess. I go to university in Seoul and I’m just home for the summer.”
“That’s cool! What are you studying?” He takes a couple steps closer to you.
“Undecided still. I’ll know when I know,” you pick at the sand below you. “Hey, if you and your friend want, me and mine could show you around town. That way you don’t kill yourself because of boredom, since y’know, you’re gonna be here a while.”
Soobin grins. “I’d like that a lot actually.”
“Let’s meet back here later then. Like two-ish?”
“Works for me. I’ll see you then, Y/n.” He waves, making his way back to his place.
You ignore the giddiness creeping up your face at the thought of seeing him again with better lighting.
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If you thought Soobin was attractive in the moonlight, seeing him in the sunlight was a completely different story. He looked almost angelic. The sun behind him created a glow that made him ethereal, like you shouldn’t be near him because he was too fragile. You’ve never seen someone so pretty.
“No bunny slippers this time?” He quirks, though it’s not belittling in the slightest. You feel the blood rush to your face instantaneously.
Beside you, Beomgyu narrows his eyes. You didn’t exactly tell him why you were going to the beach, just that you were. The entire minute long walk from your backyard to the spot you met up with Soobin was filled with his incessant nagging. Apparently it was ‘dire he learned the reason you were dragging him out so soon during the break.’
Instead of letting your voice fail you, you just shake your head no, and his smile widens the tiniest bit. He turns to the slightly shorter guy next to him and holds his arms out like he was giving a presentation. “This is Yeonjun, by the way. The friend I was telling you about last night.”
This has both Yeonjun and Beomgyu gawking at the two of you. Your best friend grabs you by the sides of your head, squishing your cheeks between his palms. “Okay now I need answers.”
“‘An you ‘et go o’ ‘y ‘ace—” You attempt to say through puckered up lips. His arms fall to his sides, but he doesn’t let you off the hook. “Thank you. Anyway, Soobin, this is my very stupid friend, Beomgyu. Gyu, this is Soobin. We met last night right here on the beach ‘cause we both couldn’t sleep. Happy?”
“Could’ve done without the stupid part, but yeah. I was just curious how you knew each other when you’ve only been back in town for a day.”
“Wow, she’s only been in town a day and you’ve already hounded her. No shame, Bin?” Yeonjun snorts ruffling the taller’s hair teasingly. The way the two interact is endearing.
“Fuck off.”
“I like them, Y/n. We should keep them.” Beomgyu nods, as if they were pets rather than people. You roll your eyes, turning to Soobin instead of humoring his antics.
“Do you have any idea of what you want to do first?”
He puts his index finger and thumb under his chin, squinting a bit as he thinks. Yeonjun deadpans at him, pushing him back slightly as he takes a step toward you and Beomgyu. “He’s the last person to ask. He’s so indecisive it’s insane. If it were up to him, we’d go back to his parents’ beach house and watch anime.”
Gyu bursts into uncontrollable laughter, hunching over and holding his stomach. Soobin’s reaction is comical, the way his mouth forms a perfect ‘o’ shape and his cheeks redden significantly. You can’t help the small smile that forces itself on your lips.
“How about we go visit Beomgyu’s mom’s restaurant?” You suggest.
“I could’ve just stayed there instead of meeting you here.” The aforementioned boy groans. Soobin and Yeonjun laugh when you roll your eyes again. As much as you loved your best friend, he was quite honestly the most irritating human being on earth.
When the four of you finally sit at a table at the restaurant, the vibe is considerably more relaxed. It made you happy that the three boys were getting along. While you were grateful to spend the whole summer with Beomgyu before school started back up in the fall, it was nice to add a couple more people to your group. Even if it was just temporary.
“You’re a disgrace to the human race.” Beomgyu suddenly says, his face covered with both hands (and you ignore the fact that he just coincidentally spit a bar).
“Mint chocolate ice cream is fucking delicious, what are you talking about?” Yeonjun defends with a gasp. “Plus I’m older than you, therefore your opinion is invalid.”
The two keep bickering as if they’ve known each other their whole lives while you and Soobin just watch on the side. You sigh. “I hate boys.”
“Why have you surrounded yourself with them for the day then?” He laughs, his eyes crinkling up.
You want to die. You want to curl in on yourself right there and melt into the floor. You feel the blunt edges of your nails dig into your palms and you scream internally. You were suffering and God was laughing at you.
Why did Soobin have to be so goddamn cute? He was a complete stranger— you hadn’t known him longer than twenty four hours. However, you found your stomach fluttering with incessant butterflies and knotting up like you were preparing for an elementary school spelling bee. The sound of his laugh was so melodic, only something you’d ever heard in the movies.
Maybe this was the overhyped feeling of having a crush that they talked about in books. Where time stops around the main character and everything moves in slow motion. Where they can hear the birds chirping and feel the sun on their skin. Where the smell and taste of food is ten times better.
You felt frozen, unable to think or even breathe. All you could focus on was the crow’s feet beside Soobin’s eyes and the curve of his pouty lips as he laughed. You can’t fall in love. Not with him. Not now.
Well, that’s what you tried to tell yourself.
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There’s a light tap at your window a couple weeks later. It’s faint, and definitely not enough to pull you away from the comfort of your bed. You have your laptop perched on your tummy, a random K-Drama playing to distract your unending exhaustion. It was almost one in the morning and despite feeling drained of emotion, you weren’t anywhere near tired.
It’s nearing the climax of the ninth episode, where the two characters are finally going to admit they’re irrevocably in love with each other and can’t stay away anymore, when the tapping appears again. It’s more erratic this time, like someone’s throwing pebbles at the glass. It starts to irk you, so you force yourself up, pulling back the curtain to see what’s disrupting your personal time.
Instead of getting annoyed, like you initially thought you’d be, you find yourself almost blushing. Soobin stands in your backyard with a handful of tiny shells in his hand, his goofy grin on display when you finally appear at the window. To come across stronger than you were, (he did Not need to know you were a weak woman) you raise an eyebrow in question.
Had you been a good lip reader, you probably would’ve understood what he was trying to say. Alas, you were not, so you just cock your head to the side until he visibly deflates and drops the shells, beckoning you outside with his hands. One glance down at your choice of attire has you less than willing to run to him. The ratty t-shirt and pajama shorts that haven’t fit since middle school weren’t as appealing as they were comfortable.
You open your window, leaning out to tell him you were gonna change, but he shakes his head. “Come the way you are. Don’t forget the bunny slippers either.”
This does nothing to quell your rapidly beating heart— in fact, it makes it worse. Why would anyone want to see you so badly in this state? Let alone a boy. You slide on the lounging shoes, hopping out just like you’d done when you met Soobin for the first time not that long ago. You stumble a bit upon landing, which embarrasses you unhealthily because you were on the first floor, and he rushes to catch you so you don’t fall on your face.
He doesn’t think too far into the closeness between you when he holds your arms, leaning down slightly. His dark hair falls into his wide eyes as he does so and you realize that you’d much rather die a sudden death than catch feelings for Choi Soobin. It has to be less tortuous than this. Your cheeks are unmistakably hotter and you can feel the perspiration forming everywhere.
“Woah there, are you okay?” He asks after steadying you, his grip still on your shoulders just in case.
“No,” you squeak, and then sputter when he looks alarmed. “I-I mean yes! I’m fine! Sorry! Thanks for catching me?”
He laughs that Soobin laugh that has you ripping your hair out and sliding down the wall, making the situation so much heavier for you. You stress to yourself for the umpteenth time since the summer has started that you couldn’t fall for the tall dork. He was only visiting your hometown and you’d be going back to Seoul anyway. You needed to save yourself the inevitable heartbreak that would come with parting ways at the end of August.
“C’mon, I wanna show you something.”
You swallow thickly when he takes your hand in his, gently pulling you along with him as if he’d rip your arm off otherwise. You follow blindly, unsure if he’s being genuine or if he’s ultimately leading you to your demise. In the back of your mind you think it’s most likely a mix of both outcomes.
“Have you ever heard the myth that lightning makes glass when it strikes the sand?” Soobin’s voice carries over the ocean once you’ve reached the beach. You nod in response. “While I was walking on the shore, I found this.”
He points at an iridescent bit in the sand and you can’t help the gasp that escapes when you see it. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever perceived in your entire nineteen years of existence. You squat to get a closer peek. “It’s so pretty, oh my god!”
You’re unaware of the way Soobin’s eyes aren’t even on the glass when he responds, “So pretty.”
“Why’d you wanna show me of all people?” You ask, biting your tongue after you’ve already uttered the question. You can’t hide the insecurity behind your words. You’d never been anyone’s first choice for anything, so why now?
“Why wouldn’t I? You’re really cool, Y/n,” he furrows his eyebrows like it's the most obvious piece of knowledge in the world. “I like spending time with you”
You have trouble falling asleep when you’re back in your bed. You toss and turn, Soobin’s words keeping you up. You didn’t understand why someone like him could actually enjoy your presence. It wasn’t making any sense. You were dull and you’d lost any sort of personality when you went to university. You came back home practically lifeless. At the same time, hanging around Soobin was bringing back your youthfulness. His happiness was so infectious.
You come to a single conclusion that night. You were reaching the point of down bad with no return — and there was nothing you could do about it.
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“Why haven’t you told him how you feel, pussy?” Beomgyu pushes you dramatically to mess you up as you play Just Dance on your Nintendo Switch.
“I can’t. You know first hand how awful I am with this shit. And it’s not like it’ll work out anyways.” you frown, ignoring how upset the statement actually makes you once you’ve said it out loud.
“You literally don’t know that. It doesn’t hurt to try.” He counters with an eye roll and a scoff. “I know it’s not everyone’s forte to step out of their comfort zone, but sometimes that's what you have to do to get what you want, Y/n.”
“Except it does hurt to try, Gyu. What am I gonna do a month from now when we have to separate at the end of the summer? School is too demanding for a relationship, not to mention a long distance one. I’m just protecting myself in the long run. I can sit through a silly little crush until August.” You sigh, setting down your controller.
Beomgyu cards a hand through his hair and plops beside you on your bed with a huff. “Look, I’m not saying that it’s gonna be easy and I’m not saying there isn’t a possibility of either of you getting your heart broken. What I am saying is you’re gonna regret not taking that risk months from now when you’re back at your dorm in Seoul, thinking about what you and Soobin could have been. Summer flings happen all the time. You’re allowed to let yourself be happy, you know.”
You hate when Choi Beomgyu is right.
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Beach day with the boys meant you sunbathing on the sand while the Three Stooges goofed around in the water like children. You very much needed the self care, laid out on a beach towel in your bathing suit with a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of your nose and the warm sun on your skin.
You had to keep your distance anyways or else you’d just ogle at Soobin’s bare chest and you were not ready to deal with
 That.
He finally met your parents the day prior when he came over to ask if you wanted to participate in said beach day. It was the first time he actually used the front door rather than throwing seashells at your bedroom window, which you were grateful for.
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The ring of your doorbell caught you off guard, especially because neither you or your parents were expecting anyone. You went back to helping your mom with the cookies she was baking and your dad went to answer it. The surprise on your face when Soobin walked into the kitchen, trailing behind your dad like a duckling, was evident when he let out a little laugh at your expression.
“Y/n is this a friend of yours? He said he was here looking for you.” Your dad says, crossing his arms over his chest to appear intimidating, though he couldn’t hurt a fly.
“Uh— yeah— mom, dad, this is S- this is Soobin. His family is staying in the house a few down the street for the summer,” you don’t know why you were so nervous introducing him to your parents. “What are you doing here?”
“Yeonjun and I were thinking of having a beach day tomorrow. We already told Beomgyu about it, so I’m here to ask if you’d like to join us.” He smiles.
“That sounds fun,” you purse your lips. “Sure, I will.”
“Great!” His smile widens if possible and then your mom shoves cookies in his direction before the moment can manifest.
He stays a little longer, talking to you and your parents like he hadn't left Yeonjun with his own. It kinda scares you how well he fits in with your dynamic, like he’d always been there. He got on with your dad unlike most people and he had your mom giggling like a schoolgirl. It was weird, but you didn’t mind it in the slightest.
“I like him, N/n. He’s so polite,” your mom piqued once he was gone. “Are you really just friends?”
Instead of giving her a vocal answer, you just nodded. You’re pretty sure it was because deep down you wished you were more.
*
“Are you having fun?”
You push down your sunglasses a bit and find Soobin standing over you, droplets of water dripping from his hair onto your torso. He notices and takes a step back to shake like a dog. Your lips curl upwards at the action.
“Yeah, I am actually. Thank you for inviting me.”
“Of course. I’d never leave you out.” He sits on the towel next to you, bringing his knees to his chest. You push your sunglasses up and place the back of your hand on your forehead. You didn’t dare yourself to look over at him, afraid of what might happen to your heart if you did.
“I really appreciate that. And thanks for always including Gyu, too. We’ve been friends since we were in the womb, so it makes me happy that you don’t care about us practically being attached at the hip.” You admit with a deep breath through your nose.
“It’s funny how he and Yeonjun argue like they’re the ones who have been best friends since third grade,” he laughs and it has every bone in your body fighting not to look over at him. “Well, I just wanted to see how you were doing. I’m gonna head back to the water, ‘cause it looks like they’re gonna start fighting for real if I don’t intervene.”
You hum and hear him leave, your chest feeling a little lighter than ten seconds prior. You had to do something about this soon, because as much as you emphasized the fact that you could handle this until summer was over, you were starting to realize that you couldn’t. And you didn’t want to wait until it was too late.
After a few moments, you sit up to stretch, yawning with fatigue. You see a group of boys in the distance and don’t think much of it until one of them starts to approach you. He stops right in front of you, crouching so he’s at eye level with you. He’s attractive, you can say that confidently, but you have no idea who he is.
“Hey, I’m Jeongsu. I haven’t seen you around before.” He grins. It doesn’t give you the same feeling as when Soobin does it.
“I’m Y/n. I’m originally from here but I go to school in Seoul. I’m just visiting home for the break.” You answer politely, though why you’re explaining this to him, you don’t know. You want nothing more than to get up and run over to the boys.
“Oh sick,” he nods. “Listen, I saw you when we passed by about an hour ago and told my friends if you were still here when we walked by again, I’d ask for your number.”
You blink. There was absolutely no way in hell you’d give your number to a stranger. Even with Soobin, it was a couple weeks after you initially met when you exchanged numbers and socials. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know you and I really don’t feel comfortable just giving out my—“
“It’s literally not that serious,” he scoffs. “Give me your number, it’s not difficult.”
“No.” You shake your head.
“You’re not even that fucking pretty to be so uptight about—”
“She said no, so why are you still bothering her?”
You whip around to see Soobin standing there. For someone who was just a big teddy bear, his height was definitely frightening at that moment. The guy stands up, nowhere near the same amount of threatening. You rush to get behind Soobin, whether for protection or comfort, you’re not sure.
“Who the fuck are you?” Jeongsu asks.
“None of your goddamn business, now leave Y/n alone or else I’m gonna stop playing nice.” He seethes, his arm coming to hold you closer to his back.
“Whatever.”
He finally walks away, but your head feels like it’s about to explode. Soobin spins around so fast, grabbing your shoulders and examining your face for any indication that he might’ve hurt you. His eyes carry so much worry and so much care you almost want to burst into tears. When he sees the quiver of your bottom lip, he cups your cheek, his thumb swiping across as he frowns.
“S-Soo—” He interrupts you with a shush and pulls you into him, cooing and hugging you tightly.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you.”
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It’s been a few days since the beach incident and you’ve been avoiding Soobin as much as possible.
Sure, you were dying on the inside, but it was safer this way. After knowing what it was like to be so close to him, to be held by him, you couldn’t trust your heart not to leap out of the confines of your rib cage.
Beomgyu nagged you to just get over your pride and tell him how you feel, especially because he saved you the way he did, but you just couldn’t pluck up the courage to do so. I mean, why wouldn’t you be scared? You liked your friendship, you didn’t think confessing your growing affection would do anyone any favors.
You already knew that you’d be upset over saying goodbye when you had to go back to school. And that was just because you really liked being friends with him. It was a little more than halfway through July and time felt like it was flying by.
Being nineteen shouldn’t have been this hard.
Seashells hitting your window snaps you out of your reverie. You feel a shiver running down your spine, fully aware of who was trying to get your attention. There was only one person who did that. The one person you were purposely staying away from.
Your phone starts ringing and you bite your lip, willing it to stop, willing him to give up. Except it doesn’t and he doesn’t. He calls you again and again, making you give in and answer.
“Soobin, please stop—”
“Y/n, talk to me. I’m going crazy here. Just tell me what I did and I’ll leave you alone forever.” He pleads.
You open your curtain with exasperation and speak in a wavering tone. “That’s the fucking problem, Soobin. I don’t want you to leave, ever. I’m driving myself insane because all I can think about is you, day and night. You won’t get out of my head and as much as I want to hate it I can’t, ‘cause it’s you.”
His lips part in shock and he pulls his phone away from his ear. You realize that you’ve said it. You’ve spoken it out into the world and you can’t take it back because he knows how you feel now. You gulp.
“Come outside. Please.” He says, not into the receiver, but you’ve gotten better at lip reading because of him.
You go out through the front door because this isn’t any ordinary meet up, and you don’t want to make a fool of yourself falling out of the window again. You go around the house to find him still standing in your yard, waiting for you.
“Don’t look at me like that, it doesn’t help.” You whine like a child, covering your eyes.
“Do you think it’s easy for me? God, Y/n, I feel so fucking delusional when you’re near me. I’m surrounded by girls back home and not one of them excites me the way you do. You’re funny and you’re awkward and you don’t try to be someone else with me. I’ve never felt like this about anyone before and it terrifies me, but at the same time I can’t bring myself to be mad about it— ‘cause like you said, ‘it’s you’.” He breathes, his words desperate. You choke back tears and step closer to him.
“What are we gonna do when we have to leave each other next month? I don’t wanna fall deeper in love with you just to go back to Seoul with a broken heart.”
“What did you expect to happen if you didn’t say anything?” He sighs. “I didn’t speak up solely because I didn’t know how you felt and I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable if I did. But now that I know, I can’t just pretend that I don’t. I want to show you off as my own, Y/n. I want to hug you and kiss you and sneak out onto the beach every night with you.”
“Then kiss me.” You blurt.
Soobin doesn’t waste any time closing the gap between you, connecting his lips with yours in a slow, passionate kiss. It’s soft and sweet, exactly like you’d imagined a kiss with Soobin would be. He grasps your cheeks in his palms and gently tips your head up to deepen it. You run your fingers through his dark hair, tugging it at the nape of his neck.
Your skin feels like it’s on fire, but cooled to the touch simultaneously. Sparks shoot out everywhere and it’s the perfect kiss that you dreamt your first kiss would be like. He’s perfect. You’re perfect together. For now, anyway.
You’d worry about dealing with everything else later. What you needed to do was savor this moment forever. It was like something out of a fairytale, or a novel. You felt like you were on cloud nine and nothing could bring you down from your high.
Things would be different a month from now, but you didn’t seem to care right then and there, like you had up until this point. Your only concern was keeping Soobin in front of you as long as you could, kissing him until you were breathless and swollen-lipped. You deserved a happy ending for once.
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“Y/n, do you think you could run out and get some coffee? I’m running on like three hours of sleep.” Your cubicle partner asks, pouting with puppy dog eyes to seal the deal. You laugh at her and nod.
“Yeah, sure. The usual?” You ask and she smiles widely, sending you a thumbs up. “I’ll be back.”
It’s a chilly December morning, your coat only doing a half decent job at keeping you warm. It serves more as a fashion statement than it does a jacket. The coffee shop you found yourself at most mornings and late nights when you and your partner stayed overtime wasn’t very far, a ten minute walk tops, but the heeled boots you chose to wear today weren’t the most comfortable pair.
The streets of downtown Seoul are busy, to say the least. From what you could tell, it was mostly people rushing to get to work. This was a huge advantage for you because it meant the line at the coffee shop would be short. Your feet carry you further down the street until you’re in front of it, pushing open the door to enter the coziness of the cafe.
The change in temperature has you shivering, even after a couple have passed since the ring of the bell above the entrance went off. The menu behind the register is just a giant chalkboard with everything they have to offer plus daily specials. The date at the top has you tilting your head to the side. December 5th.
There was some significance to this day, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. You shake away the thought before it could consume you and then realize it’s your turn to order. You step to the side to wait for your drinks next to the cart with creams, sugars, stirrers, and napkins, crossing and rubbing your arms to heat yourself up.
Today feels slightly off and you can’t figure out what it is, from the date on the menu to the weird feeling in the pit of your stomach since you woke up. Then you hear a familiar name called.
“An iced americano and two white hot chocolates for Yeonjun!”
You glance up just in time to see the older male taking the drink carrier off of the counter, making his way over to where you’re standing, presumably to get some stoppers. He halts when he makes eye contact with you, nearly dropping the whole precarious thing of paperboard. His full lips part in surprise and when he registers that he hasn’t moved an inch, he sets the carrier down on the cart.
“Y/n? Are my eyes playing tricks on me right now?” Yeonjun all but gasps.
“The one and only,” you laugh nervously. “How have you been, Jun?”
“Not bad, not bad. Yourself? It’s been what, three years? You look well.”
“I’m good, thanks. I’m an editor for a magazine. I work just up the street actually. And yeah, it’s been a while. How’s—?” You’re about to ask a question you thought you’d never utter ever again. The name sitting on the tip of your tongue hasn’t been said out loud in so long, it almost feels foreign. But, then you’re interrupted by its owner.
“Yeonjun, what’s taking so long? I heard them call your name like five minutes ago.” The taller boy groans impatiently, his words dying out when he notices you. It looks like he’s seen a ghost with the way the color drains from his face. And it finally clicks.
“Stop it, that tickles.” You giggle, burying your face into your pillow as Soobin presses kisses to your neck and behind your ear.
“I can't help it. You’re just so cute, I always wanna kiss you.” He laughs, brushing your hair from your face. You turn in his arms so you’re facing him now.
“Hey, I have a question.” You say, playing with the hem of his t-shirt. He nods for you to continue. “I don’t think I ever asked, but when’s your birthday. That way I know when to send you a gift— even if we aren’t together anymore.”
Soobin frowns and pecks your lips. “Don’t say that. We can make this work.”
“You don’t know that, Bin. We can’t make promises we can’t keep.” You shut your eyes tightly, leaning into his palm. As much as you’d love to be together for the rest of your lives, you couldn’t stay in high hopes.
“December 5th, that’s my birthday,” he says after a minute of silence following your pessimistic comment. “But I’m thinking of visiting you for Christmas, whether that be in Seoul or here. So you can just give it to me then.”
You hum instead of responding, too tired to start an argument over the fact that you aren’t 100% sure you’ll even be in contact that far from now. He was hell-bent on the two of you lasting that long. But you wanted to be realistic and just indulge in the moment.
The two of you broke up that October. School was too demanding and the distance was getting to both of you. You agreed to stay friends on the off chance you would reunite again one day— holding onto the possibility that this was just a right person, wrong time type of situation.
True to your word, you sent him a birthday gift. You’re not sure if he ever got it, because you drifted apart weeks after ending your relationship. You supposed you should’ve seen it coming, especially after you warned yourself constantly that it would happen.
So you swore that you’d never fall in love again, unless they were the one.
Today was Choi Soobin’s birthday.
The Choi Soobin that you fell in love with that one fateful summer when you were nineteen. The Choi Soobin that flipped your entire perspective about yourself in one month than anyone else did in years. The Choi Soobin that you’d sneak onto the beach with at god-awful hours of the night, talking about nothing and everything all at once. The Choi Soobin that your parents adored, despite thinking you needed to focus on studies rather than a boy. The Choi Soobin that got away, even when he tried to assure you he’d stay.
Staring back at him now felt illegal. You felt like you were committing a sin by looking into those chocolate brown eyes that bear so many memories. Your chest is heavy all of a sudden and the room is closing in on you. It’s just you and Soobin, in the middle of this coffee shop. Your tunnel vision focuses on him only.
“Y/n.” He breathes, like he’s scared.
“S—“
Just like before, you don’t get to say his name, someone cutting in and stopping you. “Since when did it take two people to get three drinks? I don’t wanna be late for work.” The girl is pretty, you’ll admit. She has fair skin and silky black hair, leagues away from you. She blinks at you and switches her gaze from between the boys and you. Her tone is not at all snippy when she asks, “Who’s this?”
“Right— uh, this is Y/n. An old friend,” Yeonjun answers, as if you couldn’t speak for yourself. (You probably couldn’t.) “Y/n, this is Minjeong, Soobin’s— um— Soobin’s girlfriend.”
Oh.
You could’ve blamed the universe for dangling him in your face and then yanking him back after you finally began to get over it, but you didn’t. It was a sign that you were never able to fully say his name. Moving on was best. No matter how often you wished you were nineteen and in love back at home again. No matter how often you’re reminded that you’re more confident in yourself because of him. No matter how often you missed those late nights on the beach, glued to one another.
So this time, you’re the one that gets away.
“An iced americano and a caramel macchiato for Y/n!”
“It was good seeing you guys, and nice to meet you, Minjeong,” you rush out with a forced smile, flicking your eyes to Soobin. “He’s a keeper.”
You wave to the trio and go to retrieve your coffees, walking out of the cafe and not looking back, afraid that if you do, you’ll fall in love with Choi Soobin all over again. Exactly like you did when you were nineteen.
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luviestarz · 3 months
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choi soobin fic recs!
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🍈 ; CHOI SOOBIN 🐰 pepero n weed! - @getoogles
🍈 first love — series masterlist - @moonhoures
🍈 soobin with his chain dangling in your face ! - @duhnova (dom! soobin x fem! reader)
🍈 oblivious; csb - @rosewould
🍈 Happy Accidents SMAU - @sunghun (when you embarrass yourself in front of not only everyone in the candy aisle at your local convenience store, but also the cutest boy you’ve ever seen, you can only hope that you’ll never see him again. but fate, it would seem, has other plans
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🍈 DRIP. | C.SB - @jeontaeil-archived
🍈 attention // c.sb - @fairybinie
🍈 that’s the spirit! — csb - @agustdiv1ne (a couple weeks before halloween, you find the quiet boy from your high school staring up into your bedroom. you’re a little creeped out, and miles more scared, but then he shows you something that changes how you see, well, everything.)
🍈 wrapped in gold ㅡ c.sb - @heartchoi (m)
🍈 corruption ⋆ àŁȘ. choi soobin. - @hyunimylove
🍈 hurting you ― choi soobin - @jungwnies (he wasn't JUST your best friend, but he was also your shoulder to cry on. after being left crying on the streets after your boyfriend cheated on you what's better than being in the comfort of your bestfriend; choi soobin.)
🍈 stranger danger â‚ŠËšÂŽïż«âŠč c.sb - @delcakoo (after a night out drinking with friends, you suspect a creep is following you home and try to fight him off (spoiler: it’s your boyfriend, soobin.)
🍈 red string of fate - @cathyun (you live in a world where soulmates existed. everyone is connected by an invisible string, it decides if that person is the one for you or not. the only moment you can see the string is when you've realized your feelings for the right person, your soulmate.)
🍈 à«źê’° ˶‹ àŒ â€ąË¶ê’±áƒ ♡ [4:04 pm] - @itgetsquiet
🍈 LESSON LEARNED - @calumcxke (soobin was in a clingy mood, which usually meant a lot of kisses. but with neither of you being able to swim, it went south pretty quickly.)
🍈 THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULD NEVER DRINK BEYOND YOUR LIMITS (OR MAYBE YOU SHOULD?) - @hannie-dul-set (lovestruck! soobin being a little dummy.)
🍈 friendly desires | choi soobin - @txt-trash (soobin is just a friend, he’s someone you talk to on occasion who you’ve struck a deal with one drunken night. if he helps you get with beomgyu, you’ll help him get with a girl he thinks he likes. what he didn’t expect was to fall for you instead when your attention drifted away from him.)
🍈 fangs - c.sb - @beomie3 (the proper way of doing your boyfriend's vampire makeup for a costume party is straddling him, of course <3 + the hickeys you left on his neck are only part of the costume, right?)
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hyuuning · 3 months
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masterlist !
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🐰 씜수ëčˆ (csb)
nothing here yet :(
🩊 씜연쀀 (cyj)
nothing here yet :(
đŸ» 씜ëČ”ê·œ (cbg)
nothing here yet :(
đŸżïž 강태현 (kth)
nothing here yet :(
🐧 휮닝ìčŽìŽ (hnk)
nothing here yet :(
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hyunfm · 1 month
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MASTERLIST
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🐰: CSB
‷ none yet!
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🩊: CYJ
‷ none yet!
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đŸ»: CBG
‷ none yet!
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🐿: KTY
‷ none yet!
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🐧: HK
‷ none yet!
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boba-beom · 3 years
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Can I please request 84 with soobin? Thank you!!
 *+:ïœĄ.ïœĄ ice cream and friesÂ ïœĄ.ïœĄ:+*
✧ prompt 84: “I think you might be pregnant.”
✧ pairing: Soobin x reader
✧ genre: fluff | drabble
✧ word count: 551
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You shuffled uncomfortably in bed, sleep disrupted by a distinct but familiar scent that lingered at the door. “Good morning!” Soobin cautiously walked through the door holding a tray, carrying your usual morning coffee, matched with a small pile of pancakes topped with maple syrup.
This was no different from your usual weekday mornings. Soobin usually brought you your favourite breakfast in bed, only on days you woke up later than him. Though almost instantly, your face scrunched up in disgust as soon as Soobin settled the tray on the space beside you.
“Aw, what’s wrong, Cupcake?” He raised his hand to stroke your head, fingers delicately combing through loose strands of your hair while he stood in front of you.
“I don’t want coffee, Binnie,” You looked up at him, brows scrunching, “And I kinda want ice cream and fries.” 
It was silent for a second, Soobin staring at you with his face mirroring yours, “Together?” You nodded your head, certain about your unusual choice.
“But you don’t even like ice cream and fries” 
“I want it though! I’m tired of eating pancakes,” Still puzzled, your boyfriend eased his expression at your whines and took in a deep breath to release a low sigh. He attempted to make you breakfast that you generally enjoyed, yet he couldn’t seem to wrap his head around the fact that you asked for something that used to be revolting to you.
“Are you sure?” He looked at your small pout, eyes beginning to glisten.
You were already becoming agitated from the pungent smell of the coffee and the sweetness of the syrup, lifting your hand to cover your mouth as you momentarily gagged.
“A-are you okay?”
Without wasting another second, you ran to the bathroom, past his still figure, jolting forward as your head hovered over the toilet seat. It was unpleasant feeling the burning sensation in your throat, causing tears to prick your eyes.
After splashing water onto your face and cleaning up, you walked back into the bedroom, Soobin carefully enveloping his arms around your figure.
“I think I’m just tired, or stressed,” That could be a possibility seeming as you have been working hard lately, though Soobin begged to differ.
“Baby, you haven’t had your period yet, have you?” You didn’t answer from the abrupt change of topic. Then it clicked and your breath hitched at his words, “I think you might be pregnant.”
There was no hint of disappointment or worry in his tone, if anything, you knew how much Soobin loved children. Especially with you. He’d tell you what he’d like to do, or where he would take his child. He’d tell you multiple times how much he wanted to start a family with you.
“So,” You sighed, “Shall we go buy a pregnancy test and check?” You looked up at him, already plastering a wide grin on his face and his eyes shifting to downturned crescents. It was hard not to feel at peace knowing that you had the most supportive boyfriend by your side, a soon-to-be father to your child.
Soobin still had his arms wrapped around you, his hands gently rubbing your back in small motions, “Do you think our baby will have dimples?” You pushed his chest playfully, erupting in laughter before leaving the room.
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boba-beom · 3 years
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[15:30] c.sb fluff
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200823 Soobin’s Mukbang Talk
✧ words: 388
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Sometimes you’d crave for cuddles, especially when you’re overwhelmed with your assignments non-stop pilling at your desk, or your laptop flooding with emails sent from your lecturers. You knew you had to do them despite the lack of energy and motivation, that was until you felt a pair of arms enveloping around you, the warmth at your back putting you at ease.
“I think you needed this,” a soft voice by your ear lingered for a second before a pleasant kiss was placed at the top of your head. You swore you could stay like this for the longest time if possible, sometimes you wished time was nonexistent just to stay in his arms for longer.
You turn your head to meet with Soobin’s crescent eyes and a bright dimpled smile, still holding onto his arms and your fingers fiddling with his sweater paws. It didn’t take long for him to notice how stressed out you were, but I guess distancing yourself from him was evident enough.
“I brought you some of your favourite snacks, we’ll eat together,” he chirped with excitement hinting in his tone, “And if you want I’ll continue cuddling you while you do your work, I’ll be here.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to bore you with my essays on the screen,” you pouted from his offer while he was giggling at your response.
“Don’t be silly,” he reassured you, hands rubbing your arms for comfort, “I’m never bored when I’m with you, I’ll be holding my baby in my arms and it’ll be a win-win for us both, okay?”
You nod your head in response, feeling the weight on your shoulders gradually lifting. Soobin continued smiling at you, forming his lips into a small pout as you lean closer to him for a kiss. It was moments like these which were so simple yet you cherished the most. Thoughts of how you even managed to have such an endearing and adorable boyfriend constantly crossed your mind, but you knew you were blessed.
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boba-beom · 3 years
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THEY LOOK SO GOOD PLS YEONBIN
THEIR VOICES ARE SO DEEP IT’S 4AM 😭
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boba-beom · 3 years
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It’s the year of the cow and I want matching cow pjs with Soobin đŸ„ș he just looks so babie
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yeonjunszn · 2 years
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— 糾
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pairing: choi soobin x f!reader
word count: 1.6k
genre: fluff/angst
warnings: mature language, non-idol!au, soulmate!au, mentions of a royal!au, themes of reincarnation/in another life concept, major character death, strangers to lovers if you squint i guess
summary: in this life, the next, and every one after that, he is tied to you.
— the title is the kanji for ito, which means thread in japanese. therefore, recommend listening to ito by txt while reading this 😁
— thank u sm for 50 followers i’m gonna sob i gained so many of u in like 2 weeks <3
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soobin had always felt a weird sort of dread whenever he walked somewhere during springtime.
it wasn’t bad, per se, it was just odd. he couldn’t quite explain it or pinpoint it. but every single time he set foot outside of his apartment complex, it was like the cherry blossoms and the wind whisking away the petals were taunting him.
he pauses on the sidewalk, catching one of the  powdery pink wilts between his thumb and index finger, rubbing them together. almost instantly, the petal disintegrates with his touch. he stares at the residue left behind on his skin with mild interest, shrugging and then continuing his stroll. he felt a little bit better at least.
he never has any idea where he’s going, his feet carrying him aimlessly until he grows tired and decides to go back home. however, today seemed different. the air around him was heavier, thicker with something he couldn’t decipher.
his eyes are trained on the cerulean sky and glaring white sun in the center of it, only one or two clouds floating along. this was the first day in weeks that it hadn’t rained, hence the reason soobin chose to go out. it was warm but cool, an oxymoron he found kind of funny.
with his mind focused on the weather, he doesn’t notice you practically barreling towards him. to be fair, you don’t see him either, your gaze glued to your phone screen.
the impact is instantaneous.
you crash right into poor unsuspecting soobin, knocking him into the grass. your eyes happen to lock for a split second before your heads bump each other with so much force, it effectively blacks out your vision.
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the crisp breeze entering the window sends a chill down soobin’s spine. it may have been almost the end of spring, but the sun was setting so the temperature outside was dropping. he turns to you with a sad smile adorning his lips.
“it’s okay, my dear, i know.” you whisper, your body not allowing much more.
“i do not understand why you still want me to keep this window open when you are cold enough as it is,” he sighs, sitting at the foot of your bed, taking your icy hand into his own. “you are beginning to be reckless with your condition.”
“soobin, my love,” you wince at the strain in your voice. “i only have so long until it is my turn to go. i do not want to regret anything. i want to pass on knowing i was not holed away in this bedroom doing nothing. i do not desire for my memory to be but just an indention in these sheets.”
saying that much at once was not good for your health, but you couldn’t let him feel so gloomy all the time. even with the inevitable that was impending. this was your problem, yet it felt like he was carrying all of the burdens on his own. he was trying to make you as comfortable as possible.
the brave front was all an act. he was absolutely terrified.
slowly but surely, he could tell that his sanity was slipping through the cracks. the thought of waking up one morning, any day now, and your shallow breaths wouldn’t be fanning the nape of his neck, pierced his heart. a pain so deep inside of him was gnawing, ripping at the seams he attempted to stitch together for you.
“i promise you, in this life, the next, and every one after that, i am tied to you. no matter how near or far we may be, we will always find our way back to one another. forever and ever, eternally, i am yours.” soobin states, both fear and adoration swimming in his eyes. his grip is gentle, but it tightens just a bit, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear as soon as he lets go. and it’s sad that his worries aren’t unjustified.
you stare at him for a minute, drinking in the man you have to say goodbye to. the man you’ve been in love with for as long as you can recall. his black hair is disheveled from the amount of times he’s carded his fingers through the strands out of pure frustration. his dark circles would have anyone assuming he was the one on his deathbed. nonetheless, in the flickering light of the candle on your bedside table, you still think he’s as devastatingly handsome as the day you met him.
your lips curl upward at the feel of his own pressed softly at the corner of your mouth. you squeeze his hand and give him a weak nod.
a week later is when your eyes closed for the last time.
soobin had been preparing for the moment for months. he’d told himself at least once a day that you would be gone soon and he needed to adjust to a life without you. when it actually happened, though, he honestly thought he’d been stabbed in the chest repeatedly and the offender was twisting the blade into the wound.
how does one even fathom such a loss? he loved you more than the stars loved the sky. he would’ve torn the entire kingdom to shreds had you asked him to. and now he was expected to continue like you weren’t the only person who he revolved his world around. like all the kisses and blissful memories were figments of his imagination.
it takes him four whole days to stop crying. it takes another for him to speak a sentence. it adds up to a grand total of seventeen days until he’s able to stand before his subjects.
“a fortnight and three days ago, the queen passed away peacefully, in the comfort of her bed. her suffering is no longer, but that does not mean she is. she is still living within all of you, the women who aspired to be like her and the children who looked up to her, the men who wished to court her in her youth, in each brick and stone of the castle. she left her mark in your hearts, much like she did in my own. so please, never forget her, for she is the one who filled this kingdom with warmth during the chilliest of winters and coolness in the heat of the summer.”
maybe the only thing you left behind for him physically was a white thread from the blanket you didn’t dare part with, but you’d left so much more for him emotionally. and that thread was one that couldn’t be severed.
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soobin sits up alarmingly fast, his eyes wide with confusion and what looks to be a little bit of anxiety. the energy he exerts provokes a sharp pain on his forehead. he holds the heel of his palm to the area with a groan.
what the fuck?
what the fuck!?
he glances to his right, watching as you come to seconds after him. your reaction is pretty similar to his, save for the loud squeak you let out when you make eye contact. ‘this has to be some fucked up coincidence,’ he thinks to himself. the dream he just had was scary.
scratch that. it was horrifying.
you were an uncanny resemblance of the woman he saw himself with in it. you had the same bone structure, same facial features, you even had the same sparkle in your eye. to say he was freaking the hell out, was the biggest understatement of the year. he thought he was going clinically insane.
you weren’t doing much better either. because, what! this guy you accidentally bulldozed into has the exact same appearance as the ravenette hottie you’ve been seeing in your dreams every night. other than his hair being an electric blue, he was a carbon copy. you would recognize those plush lips anywhere.
“a-are you okay?” your voice emerges from somewhere. you don’t know how you were able to get those words out without passing out, but we all have our achievements. “i bumped into you— like— really fucking hard.”
“uh— yeah? i think so? my head just hurts kinda, but i’ll live. what about you?” soobin asks in return, pushing down his nerves.
“i’m good, too. i’m so sorry by the way, i wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings— oh my god
” you nearly yank your hair out when you realize how late you are to lunch. “i was supposed to meet some friends, but i’m way too late now.”
“i could’ve been more aware, don’t put all the blame on yourself,” he gives you a half smile. you were really pretty wow. why was he just noticing? “i could— uh— we could go grab some food to make up for it?”
you feel your face flush. there was no way this was happening. but you were gonna take advantage of it anyway. it’s not every day you get the chance to go on a date with someone as attractive as him. “i’d like that!”
he stands from the patch of grass the two of you had been sitting on, lending you his hand to pull you up. because the universe felt extra gracious today, it forces you both to say your names at the same time.
and if that wasn’t enough to send you reeling, the identical, single white threads dangling from the hem of your sweater and the sleeve of his jacket had you and soobin rendered speechless.
i promise you, in this life, the next, and every one after that, i am tied to you. no matter how near or far we may be, we will always find our way back to one another. forever and ever, eternally, i am yours.
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