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[punksungjin]

just flower shop things [kim wonpil]

the mandatory florist!wonpil bc he is so soft and cute. alternatively: everyday wonpil looks forward to seeing his favorite customer, but it has to take a little bit of jealousy to get him to admit he likes them.

pairing: kim wonpil (day6) x reader

1.5 k words | florist au, fluff

Your visits are the highlight of Wonpil’s day. 

The flower shop is a lot of things, brick and white concrete and earth, but boring is how he would choose to describe it. Not a lot of people buy flowers during regular days, and most of the time Wonpil just lounges behind the counter, occasionally spritzing and pruning, then taking a nap. Boring, Wonpil thinks. 

Until you start visiting.

You come in everyday. He’s memorized your routine: in the morning, you’re first to walk in—he’s lucky enough if any customer comes after you—so much that the wind chime tinkling before 9 AM has become synonymous with your return. Coming in, you’ll inhale all the scents of the shop—cherrywood and leaves—and walk to his counter with a renewed bounce in your step.

Wonpil thinks you’re pretty.

“Good morning,” he says brightly, when you come into his shop that morning. He doesn’t usually like acting cute on purpose but it just comes out when you’re there. He’s giddy when you visit, and grateful because you’re giving him business. “What can I get you today?”

Wonpil knows your order by heart, but he lets you say it anyway. He likes the sound of your voice. Friendship flowers, please. “Friendship flowers, please. I think I’ll get those pink ones.”

Pink? That’s new. He flashes you a smile, taking the pencil tucked from behind his ear, writing you a slip.

“What will you be giving me?” You peer over the counter to look at his handwriting. Then, Wonpil can only focus on your head, which he can see directly as you lean over, and he thinks even the back of your head is beautiful. “Ooh, freesias. I bet that’s pretty. Everything you do is pretty.”

Your compliment sends a zing up Wonpil’s feet. He disappears into the backroom for a bit, collecting your flowers. He considers adding another one, but stops when he remembers the flowers aren’t for you anyway.

When he returns, you’re still there, tapping your fingers on the counter. Wonpil’s noticed you like watching him work on the bouquet with his hands, so he spreads it out on the nearby table and beckons you to come closer. 

“Your friend must be very happy,” Wonpil hums. A strand of hair has fallen astray on his forehead and he’s pretty sure you’re staring at him. Cute. 

“She is,” you murmur. You’re fixated on his craft, folding and creasing, bunching and tying. “You make such good art with your hands.”

Wonpil feels the blush rise in his cheeks. “Ah, I meant she must be very happy because you’re thoughtful—”

“Really, you deserve more traction.” He looks at you and you’re grinning, all crinkled eyes and teeth, and he thinks your eyes are especially pretty today. “My friends like your work. You’re amazing.”

You’re amazing.

Even hours after you leave, Wonpil can still hear you talking fondly about him. He can practically hear the smile in your voice. You’re amazing. He shakes his head and buries it in his hands, aware of how giddy he’s feeling.

The next day, you walk in, same pep in your step, same cheer in your voice. Except—

“Do you have any flowers for... Someone you love?” You rub your arm shyly, and Wonpil feels like... Well. He doesn’t know what he feels like. It feels like jealousy, but the rational part of him condemns it, because while he truly does like you, it wouldn’t matter. You’re clearly not interested, anyway.

He settles for ‘dread’. “Roses?”

You smile. Wonpil has heard of the idiom of smiles lighting up rooms before, but he didn’t really think that sort of smile was real until he met you. “Roses it is, then.”

When Wonpil turns around he frowns so hard it feels like his head is going to explode. Maybe he should have confessed his little crush earlier.

Reluctantly he gets the roses and wraps them—he doesn’t even put on a show for you to watch. When he’s done he thinks about how the flowers are pretty and so are you, and how you’re going to give the flowers to someone you like, and it isn’t him.

Nope, not jealous. Definitely not.

Wonpil puffs his cheeks out and exhales, walking back to the counter where you’re waiting. “Here you go,” he says curtly, mouth in a tight smile. He’s holding the bouquet with both hands like a schoolboy offering flowers. 

You look at him curiously, taking the flowers from Wonpil. “Are you... Are you okay?” An awkward laugh punctuates the end of your sentence. “You look angry.”

Immediately Wonpil glances at his reflection on the nearby mirror and realizes he looks like a fool: lips pressed together, brows scrunched, cheeks flushed scarlet. “Oh, sorry—!” He drops the expression. “Sorry, I think I just—”

You cut him off with a laugh. “What was that? That was cute.”

“Ah...” Wonpil laughs nervously, allows himself a smile. He rubs a hand on the back of his neck. “Thank you.”

You give a bright nod to him. He looks at you starting to leave and suddenly one thing is clear to him: he likes you, and he wishes he could give you all the flowers in the world.

“Wait,” Wonpil says,  before you can leave. You’re paid and leaving, and he thinks if he doesn’t say it now, he’d never get the courage to say it. “Y/N, wait here, please.”

“Um— “ You freeze in your spot. “Um, okay...?”

He leaves you bewildered when he goes in the backroom. Hidden, Wonpil tries to even out his breathing. Then, systematically, like he’s done countless times before, he takes a couple of flowers, wrapping them together in a small, simple bouquet. It doesn’t look like much compared to your roses.

Still, these are the flowers that remind you of him. They’re direct and pretty. Just like you.

“Here.” Wonpil holds out your bouquet in the same manner again, and he doesn’t even meet your eyes. You look like a deer in headlights, but eventually you put down the roses—Oh, thank God!—and take the flowers, brushing against his hand in the process.

“What’s this?”

“Peonies and baby’s breath,” he says, fidgeting with his hands. “They’re sweet and pretty, so they match you.”

Wonpil’s a bit pleased to see you flustered.

“Wah, Pil, they’re...” You sniff the flowers. “I think I’ll just pay for this one.”

“What?” Haha, what? “They’re for you.”

Silence. Wonpil rubs his hands together awkwardly.

You blink. “For me?”

“Yes,” he says, “take them; they’re free.”

“Aw, Pil, thank you but I couldn’t really—”

“Take them,” Wonpil blurts out, waving his hand dismissively. “I made them for you. Just... For you.”

“What—” Your eyes widen with realization and he winces, preparing himself for the rejection. Oh, well. At least you would be kind enough to turn him down nicely. “What is—Are these really for me?”

You sound so bewildered he can’t help but laugh. “Um, I like you,” he says quietly, but you catch the words anyway.

“You like me?”

His head whips up to look at you. Why did you look so surprised? Surely you’d caught on with his pining, he wasn’t exactly the most subtle person.

“Yes, and I think you like someone so I’m going to say my feelings now before they get deeper,” Wonpil says earnestly, glancing at the bouquet of roses on the counter.

You hang your head. “Wonpil...”

Here it comes.

“I don’t really like flowers,” you mumble. Like some kind of cruel allegory, he actually feels himself wilt under your gaze. You didn’t like flowers? Why were you buying so much, then? Flowers were all he could offer, and you didn’t like them. “I don’t really like flowers, Pil, and—”

“Ah, okay. So I’ll just take those?”

“No!” Your voice surprises the both of you. “I don’t like flowers and... I only ever go in here to see you. That’s why I go here, to see you. Sorry if... That’s creepy. But I like seeing your smile and you’re cute and you make good bouquets so—”

What you’re saying slowly sinks in. You like him, too. Wonpil’s mouth quirks upward in a smile. “You’re cute.”

You’re gripping the bouquet too hard. “I think you’re cute, too.”

The two of you exchange shy glances at each other for a moment. Then, he asks, “So who are the flowers for?”

“My mom’s. It’s her birthday.”

“Ah.” Wonpil didn’t know it was possible but he smiles even bigger. He even giggles, and the sound rings through the shop. “I’ll take the roses back, then. Cotton would suit her better. Wait here, okay?”

“Okay, I’ll be here.”

Before he leaves again for the backroom, your hands brush like they always do. But this time, you aren’t in a rush to draw away, and you flash him the smile that makes him feel all warm and funny inside.

Okay, I’ll be here.

Definitely, your visits are the highlight of Wonpil’s day.

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[soontofustew]

about now

summary: your touring husband is finally home. 

pairing: park jaehyung x reader

word count: 2.5k ish

a/n:  hey hey @nara1509​!! this is written for you for the myday christmas fic exchange ~ (organised by the lovely @7abshy​) you didn't really specify anything except husband jae so i took the creative liberties!! truthfully, this was really difficult to write (figuring out marriage dynamics and thinking about life after marriage) but i tried my best!! my writing here is lowkey weird too?? feels kinda different from my normal style but sorry for the long wait >< anyway i really hope you enjoy this and have a great 2020!! 

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“ y/n, aren’t you heading home yet?” 

the sound of your typing slows to a halt as you finally look up from your computer screen after staring at it the whole day, blinking furiously in an attempt to drive the tiredness away.  sohye’s head pops out from behind the door of your office, concern briefly flickering across her face as she takes in the mess of your usually organised surroundings. papers were scattered across your table, you knew there were at least three different files lying open on the couch and a multitude of post it notes were pasted across the department whiteboard that you had (with much effort) managed to roll into the room. 

you attempt a reassuring smile at your closest friend and colleague in the department, although at this point you’re sure it looks more like a grimace. 

“well, i’m hoping to be done with this by 7?” you catch the clock ticking to 6.45 out of the corner of your eye and inwardly sigh, “scratch that. maybe 8?” 

sohye frowns for a moment, before stepping into your office. “i could come in early tomorrow to finish up the rest of the pitch and presentation? especially since you’re supposed to be on leave. minjung said she would be in early as well!” 

“i’ll finish up what i can and email the rest to the department to finish. don’t worry so much and go home, shoo shoo.” you wave a hand at her and she nods somewhat reluctantly, turning around to leave. 

“you better make sure you leave at 8.” she calls out as she turns to exit your office, not before fixing you with a stern glare that you know from past experience meant that she wasn’t playing around.

“yes mom.” you drone, waving your hands quickly at her in a shooing motion. “please leave safely.” 

���i swear i’ll swap all the pen caps on your coloured pens-”, you tune out the rest of her exasperated shouts as she heads to the elevators, staring at your computer screen for a second before running a hand down your face in frustration. 

today was not your day. 

when you had woken up, you were more than prepared to have a week of well-deserved rest and relaxation. what you discovered was an urgent email from your boss telling you that you had to come into work for an emergency (leave or no leave), you had managed to fall and bruise your arm before even leaving the house and spilled coffee on your favourite blouse. upon reaching work, you realised an incredibly dumb tech intern had managed to wipe out all the files pertaining to the upcoming pitch your company had prepared for a major client (hence the emergency) and that your department had to redo it all by the weekend. 

“and of course, all this just has to happen the one time i decide to clear the leave i have backlogged. and when he’s finally back home.” you grumble to yourself as you grudgingly continue typing. a chime sounds and you reach over to grab your phone, unlocking it to see messages from said person you were talking about.

6.54pm

[goat husbando]: hey hey i landed already. how u doing? .o. 

[goat husbando]: also its raining did you pack an umbrella?

[you]: i’m ok 

[you]: i think so? 

[you]: should have a spare one in my office anyway 

[goat husbando]: ok see u soon :”)

a smile creeps onto your face, as it sinks in that your husband is finally back in the country after what seemed like an eternity (admittedly only six months) on tour in europe and america. taking a moment to stretch your sore muscles from sitting all day, you think back to how you even met him and wonder how you managed to survive it all. 

- 24th july, 9.32pm. -

you take a sip of your chai latte, taking in the skyline of seoul before you. "being up here really puts my worries into perspective." you mutter to yourself. 

all of a sudden, a body crashes into you and you yelp in surprise, hands instinctively grabbing onto the railing to support your weight. your chai latte, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky and you stare mournfully as it falls from your grip. 

"oh my god, i am so so sorry! are you okay? ok i guess you're not, i just made you lose your drink. damn it younghyun, look at what you did-" 

turning to look at the situation after making sure your limbs were all intact, you meet a tall boy, his blonde hair tousled by the wind, wire rimmed glasses perched on his nose. he was clad in an oversized flannel, a simple black shirt and blue denim jeans completing the outfit. 

"um-" you make an effort to get this attention, seeing him arguing with another boy, his hair dyed with purple hues. 

he spins around, hands flailing in desperation, eyes large from worry. "i am so sorry! aH what can i do to make it up to you??" 

you can't help it. at the sight of him panicking immensely over your spilt latte, you burst into laughter, hands wrapping around your middle. "you.. you look like... like an octopus." you manage to get out in between breaths. 

the boy ceased all movement abruptly, moving to lean against the railing next to you. "i guess i kind of do huh?" he chuckles to himself.  extending a hand towards you, he smiles - a grin so bright and disarming that it takes your breath away for a split second. 

"park jaehyung. how about i buy another drink for you?" 

you guessed that the rest, like people said was history. 

but the past six months truly felt like the longest six months of your life. it was his first tour after the both of you got married and you convinced yourself that things would be fine. life without jaehyung seemed to function normally at first, you still woke up in the mornings and went to work, just that the bed seemed a little larger now, blankets a little colder when you wrapped yourself in them. skype sessions were irregular given the time differences, but you both tried your best and you would be lying if you said you weren’t happy that you had a folder of pictures dedicated to one park jaehyung falling asleep in the midst of conversation. by the third month of the tour, you were in “peak withdrawal mode” as sohye had termed, with every small thing reminding you of the tall idiot who occupied your heart.

grocery shopping and having to stretch for items that he would normally reach easily for. subconsciously cooking for two instead of one. turning around excitedly to show him a meme and realising he wasn't around. missing his warmth as the weather turned colder and you dug out old sweaters to compensate. 

the fourth month was when you started wearing his shirts to bed. somehow they still smelled like him, a comforting mix of sandalwood and grapefruit. the video calls lessened as the weeks went by, what with how tired he was from the consecutive shows. still, you pushed on - burying yourself in work and department meetings, refusing to allow yourself time to dwell on the missing presence of park jaehyung. 

and then you re-watched the proposal video. 

it was a random evening on the weekend and you decided to clear out some random bits and bobs you collected in your drawers over the years, when you saw the disc. once the video started, you immediately knew what it was. the video was shaky and badly lit, but watching it, you could see every moment that happened in your mind as clear as day. 

- 23rd july 2018, 11.54pm -

“isn’t the view nice?” the camera lens veers into your face as you lean against a metal railing, making you flinch and jump back slightly. 

"not so close, alex!" you laugh and push the camera backwards, turning back to the open view in front of you. you take a deep breath of the cool night air and stretch your arms out, feeling the wind rush between your fingertips. 

"hey hey of course i'm excited! i haven't visited you in ages and to get to tour seoul with you? have some sympathy for your best friend ok." the voice behind the camera rises in pitch and the screen fumbles for a second before readjusting and a blonde appears next to you, holding up a peace sign. 

the video ends up focusing on you again, back to leaning against the railing, eyes drinking in the night scenery - watching the city lights of seoul twinkle beneath you. 

"you really like this place huh?" alex asks again. 

you nod, smiling into the distance. "i met jaehyung here. about seven years ago? and we came here a lot for dates, it's quiet and hardly anyone can be bothered to walk up here since it's only footpaths up to this peak. we just sat around, ate take-out and talked together. i remember he asked me out here too. he brought his acoustic guitar and sang 'best part' before asking me to be his girlfriend."  

you turn around to look at her, eyes narrowing slightly before you spot jaehyung behind her, carrying his well-worn acoustic guitar. 

he slowly walks towards you, a grin on his face as he strums the guitar. 

"if you love me, i can love you till the end. so stay with me don't go anywhere. you will be without a doubt, my last love story. so please be my finale." 

he reaches you, taking off his guitar and leans down to give you a quick kiss on the forehead. kneeling in front of you, he grasps your hands and takes a breath.

"hey y/n. wow ok, i'm totally more nervous than i thought i was going to be. ok ok. we met here on this day-", he quickly looks down at his watch, "on this day seven years ago. meeting you has changed my life, as cliche as it sounds. during these seven years, you've supported me through all the good times and the bad, even when i might have been out of the country and not able to do the same for you. i once asked you to be my girlfriend here. but now, i want to ask another question. is that ok?" 

you can only nod in response, tears already gathering in the corners of your eyes. 

"y/n, would you do be the honour of being my wife?" 

"yes, yes! park jaehyung, i would love to be your wife." 

you paused the video then, curling into a ball on the couch. the apartment had never seemed emptier than at that moment, jaehyung’s missing larger than life presence causing an absence that left a gaping hole in your life. even the dish towels looked sadder, you laughed while blinking back tears as you made your nightly cup of tea. a few minutes later, you were seated by your bedside, staring at the cup of hot honey lemon you had somehow subconsciously made. it was jaehyung’s favourite drink before bed and as the scent of honey flooded your nose, you broke down. that night, you cried yourself to sleep listening to his albums, missing the feeling of his arms around you. 

a loud knock on the door breaks you out of your reminiscing and you look up, mouth dropping open in surprise. 

"someone requested for a delivery of one tall handsome man?" 

park jaehyung leans languidly against the door of your office, a cheeky smirk on his face. his hair messily ruffled from the plane ride, one hand in his jacket pocket and the other holding a multitude of plastic bags. 

"what-" you begin, when he shuffles over immediately, index finger out and shushing you. 

when did he get here from the airport? how?  

you were stunned, mind torn between wanting to run over to hug him and struck by how well he knew you.

"i figured i would pick my lovely wife up from work today. and i bought some takeout along the way too - it's your favourite - sushi and some strawberry shortcake from that small bakery you like. i got the car parked downstairs and i know you're definitely tired." 

he places the food down on the office table, leaning down to peck your forehead as he somehow manages to simultaneously save the work on your laptop and shut it down. "so, how about say we head home hm?" 

he cocks his head at you, and as you stare into his eyes, you know there's only one correct answer. you can never refuse park jaehyung. so you shut your eyes briefly, savouring the weight of his hand as he strokes your hair before getting up to pack your belongings. 

"ah, i forgot. younghyun invited us to dinner tomorrow. wanna go?" he asks without looking at you, hands tapping away on his phone. 

and you suddenly realise that he's always asking the questions. always making sure you're comfortable. always being there to catch you before you fall. you set your half-packed bag down on the table and reach out, tugging the edge of his coat. 

"hey." you lick your lips, watch as his eyes trace the edges of your face. "park jaehyung, can i kiss you?" 

his eyes imperceptibly widen, hand reaching up to run his fingers through his hair as he grins teasingly. "how can i say no when you're asking me like that y/n?", he whispers, voice catching slightly on your name.

so, you reach a hand out, cupping his face and pull him down towards you as you tiptoe to reach him. the warmth of his lips on yours grounds you, releasing a tension you didn't even know you had and you snake your other hand around his waist, drawing him closer. his hands settle around your lower back, tongue slipping into your mouth as you him kiss deeper. 

when you finally break away, face slightly flushed and lips redder than before, you catch a glimpse of jaehyung's smirk and refuse to look him in the eye. "you really missed me, didn't you?" he traces a finger down the side of your cheekbones. 

your response is to bury your face into his chest, breathing in the familiar scent of sandalwood. "i did. i really did miss you." 

"mm. i would love to stand here and hug you all day but the food's gonna get cold babe. besides, you got me to yourself all night." he slowly untangles himself from your embrace, and you proceed to gather up your things. fingers firmly intertwined with his as you leave the office, your heart skips a beat as you look up at jaehyung. 

your husband is finally home. 

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[softforday6]

I like you, chapter VI: Boyfriend? to the rescue.

Summary: Younghyun is in love with his best friend and decides to do something about it. It won’t be an easy task, will he be able to overcome his fears and change his reality?. Genre: Fluff, Romance, Smut-ish e.e »»————-　♡　————-«« [Previously] 1. Heart surpassed by Soju (available). 2. I missed you (available). 3. Your Love is Forbidden (available). 4.The Past is the Past (available). 5. Jimin! Really? (available) »»————-　♡　————-«« Chapter 6. Boyfriend? to the rescue. Is manifestation a real thing? Some people say that if you want something so bad, some day you might end up making it real.Younghyun wanted to make a move on his friend but he didn’t think things were going to happen the way they did tonight… Neither did Y/N. Saturday, 1:30 am. Jimin’s Birthday Party. Loud music, smiley people, Sungjin making everyone laugh with his dance moves he purposely did bad… Everything was fun. Why was Younghyun so serious then? Even if something was wrong, he’s always been the kind of guy that would try to smile through any kind of pain, it never mattered how upset he could be.

-Minseok’s coming!!-Jimin shouted.

There it is. He lost characteristic sparkly personality when his agitated mind took a trip to everything that could go wrong when this new guy showed up to Jimin’s party. While dancing with Y/N he wondered if she would like Jimin’s friend and if he would get the chance to be his friend’s boyfriend for the night. Since she asked for help in case she wasn’t into Minseok, he kept thinking about how much he wanted to be with her. He was still trying to find the words to finally speak up about his feelings towards her, but at least tonight he could get a glimpse of how it would be like if he was brave enough.

What if she found a new Hongseok tonight? He tried to calm himself and enjoy this time with her before everything went down. After Jimin’s announcement, Younghyun noticed how Y/N suddenly changed her attitude. She’s always been a sexy self-confident girl, however, she lost any hue of that kind of personality whenever she was anxious.

-Don’t worry! I’ll be there if you need me.

-Thank you! By the way, you look very handsome tonight-she said, raising her eyebrows jokingly a few times.

He briefly glanced her moving body, being careful and almost afraid that his eyes would turn dark, exposing him too soon. Every move her sensual body was making in that form-fitting red dress was causing his face to feel on fire. Even though he was aware of his own feelings towards her, these sensations of sudden tenderness and strong lust with heart rhythm variations always caught him off guard.

-And you look out outstandingly beautiful-he said, almost instinctively caressing her thin waist.

Maybe it was the loud music, a little bit of what he was drinking… Or maybe he just couldn’t hide himself anymore. All of a sudden, a warm rush hit him and the desire of having her in his arms grew tremendously fast. The only thing that kept him from doing so was a different song playing in the background, that made Y/N start to look for Jimin to dance along with it. Before she left her best friend, she blew a kiss that came along with a wink that made him want to go after her.

-God, should I just kiss her already and get this over with?-he whispered to himself while he watched her walk away.

Sunday, 2.05 am.

Anticipation was building up, but after a few people asked what was wrong, Younghyun tried to shake it off. Even though he wanted Y/N to know how he felt, he had to be careful.

He came back to his usual bright personality but soon found himself worried again when he saw an unfamiliar face in-between the ones he already knew. He had his eyes on him, trying to see if it was Minseok, but Jae pulled him out of his thoughts when he asked for help to get more drinks.

-Who’s that guy over there?-he asked, patting his friend’s back.

He turned around and nodded while his lips formed a smirk.

-Oh! That’s the guy.

-The… The guy?

Minseok had the kind of outfit his friend dies for: blue jeans and black t-shirt covered with a leather jacket that almost made him look like a rock-star. He sure knew how to dress and, even though Younghyun has self-confidence, he quickly looked at the mirror behind the bartender to check himself. He was looking just as fine with Y/N’s favourite white shirt– the one she often said it made him look very handsome, black blazer and tight dark jeans.

He wanted to run towards her but he didn’t have any kind of excuse so far, so he tried to calm down his impulsive actions. While they were waiting for their drinks to be ready, he analyzed every move Minseok was making. He saw nothing weird and no interest coming from her towards this charming guy, as Jimin liked to describe him.

After what seemed like an eternity, he noticed that Y/N excused herself to dance with Jimin’s friends again. He saw how Minseok came after her, and even though it bothered him, he didn’t do anything until he recognized a lustful intention coming from this new guy. He completely forgot how disguised he tried to look when he saw Minseok’s hands grabbing Y/N’s hips. Younghyun starting walking over there until Jae stopped him.

-Where are you going? Someone has to help me with this!-he said, pointing at a few drinks.

-Right. Hurry up, then!

-Uhm… Does it look like I’m the one making them?

Jae laughed but Younghyun kept a poker face on. His precise gaze resembled a hawk, having his piercing eyes glued to Y/N. He patiently looked at the situation and noticed Minseok was trying to bring his friend’s body closer to him. Even though he was gentle, almost as if he was trying to see how far he could go with her, it was enough to let the jealous side of him appear and make Y/N want to escape. She scanned the place with her impatient eyes and when she found Younghyun, she pointed at the club’s balcony to him.

2.25 am. Younghyun’s Point of view.

-So… What happened there?-I asked.

-I don’t think it’s a good idea to cheat on my boyfriend.

She chuckled but I didn’t. For a second there I thought Hongseok came back and saw my whole world falling appart in no time. No, I’m not over reacting. Have you ever went through something like this? It kind of feels like you’re bungee jumping but without the nice feeling of the wind on your skin, only this weird sensation in your heart.

-What?

-I meant you.

-Oh, right…

Breath, Younghyun.

-So…

-Should I call you baby girl?

She nodded and her lips grew into the cutest timid smile I’ve ever seen. It was like I was seeing the same anxious girl from a while ago. God, why do I like you so much?

We briefly went over our plan after she explained she has to know every detail of it if she’s going to lie. If something caughts her off guard, she panicks. Of course I already know about this, but I listened to her little explanations, smiling a little bit too much because I realized I was going to be her boyfriend tonight. I just leaned on the wall and I gave myself the pleasure of watching her nervously walking around the balcony, trying to make our stories match. I was saving this scenario in my mind to tease her later, I knew this night was going to be something we would talk often–or at least I will.

-Y/N? Are you here?-Someone asked far away from us.

By her sudden widened eyes, I knew it was Minseok. She bit her lip and opened her arms, gesturing her hands to make me come closer to her. She whispered something about I should remember what she told me last, but when we got closer, all I could think about was how tempting her lips were.

For the first time throughout the night my mind was peaceful, but my heart was racing. My eyes observed her face up close and I noticed how carefully she did her make up, briefly remembering all the times I sat on her bed while watching her get ready before going somewhere.

I’ve always liked to watch how she lined her lips in such a state of concentration. I smiled to myself when I thought about how she always checks if her lips are still painted whenever we go out to eat. She painted them perfectly tonight but I couldn’t wait to mess them up. Oh, how tempting and inviting they seemed.

Since she always described me as a teddy-bear that was made for hugs, I took this as an excuse to hug her as much as possible whenever I could. However, this time, instead of hugging her while putting my arms around her back, I lowered them to her waist. I pulled her into my body fast, making her gasp at the unexpected movement. I lifted her up a little bit as I leaned closer to her lips.

The last thing I saw before kissing her was how she squinted her eyes watching my lips getting closer and closer. How cute. My hungry but careful kisses tried to compensate for the longest wait in history, while her hesitating soft lips caressed mine. I could tell she was cautious, but, when I stopped in-between to take a look into her face, she bit her own lower lip before kissing me again. Is this really happening? Our passion grew as seconds passed by. Everything felt surreal and I had no intention to stop this but somehow I felt the needed to speak up about what I’ve been hiding.

-Y/N, I… Need… To t….

I was almost running out of air as my hands cupped her cheeks to make her face me. I looked deep into her eyes before saying anything and I noticed she blushed.

My eyebrows involuntarily raised when she kissed me once more, sloppily. I briefly thought that maybe Minseok was still there and she was afraid I would mess up our plan, but I didn’t care at all.

The apparent innocence behind our kiss disappeared. She softly ran her hands all the way from my stomach to my chest and caressed my neck. Oh, God. As her hands seemed to grow impatient, I started to explore her body through the fabric of her dress and I was surprised when she didn’t stop me.

I started to lick her neck as she lightly pulled my hair, causing me to slightly groan before really marking her skin. I pressed her sensitive waist with my hands and she let out a deep sigh, making me slowly unleash every single drop of lust I’ve been hiding. The fact that her legs were trembling and she was letting me do this to her drove me insane. The place was filled with our occasional deep breaths and the sound of my mouth sucking her neck. Where was this heading? I wasn’t even thinking straight anymore. I almost lost it when I felt how she sensually moved her body, as if she wanted to ride me.

-You two!

Someone opened the door aggressively and we both jumped at the unexpected voice. It was Jimin, coming closer to us. Then Wonpil came right after her, with a sorry look on his face.

-Why does Minseok think you already have a date?

Y/N blushed and looked at me with complicity eyes, fixing the dress that I might have lifted up a little.

-Wait a minute… What were you doing?

I was about to tell her our plan but Wonpil interrupted, asking her to just play along. She seemed a little bit disconcerted but I guess she understood that Y/N wasn’t ready because she then nodded and smiled at us.

4.30, House in Jeju. Your Point of View.

What is going on? All I wanted was a plan to escape from Minseok in case something happened. I know having him as my fake boyfriend tonight probably wasn’t what a grown up would do, but something told me that this guy didn’t take a no for an answer anyway. The thing is… I didn’t expect things would happen the way they did. Younghyun kept kissing me tonight and we’ve fooled everyone to believe that we are actually a couple. “You guys seemed to be so in love” Jae said before we left the party. I laughed when Dowoon said how he didn’t know we were dating but he always thought we were meant to be.

I was so confused. I’ve never seen anyone looking at me with sparkles in their eyes… Not even my first high school boyfriend that chased me wherever I went like a lost puppy.

I felt vulnerable when he kissed me and said how much he loved me. My heart fluttered at his apparent honest words. Of course I know this was a scene for Minseok to leave me alone but I tried so hard to look deep into his eyes to see any hint of lie and I couldn’t find it. Was he really that amazing at acting?

How lucky would be the girl that ends up with him. He’s such a sweetheart, I always knew that, but what caught me off guard was how weak his touch made me feel and how having his eyes on me made me feel desired and exposed. His piercing eyes made me feel like there was nowhere I could run off to because he would chase me or find me. Everything he did to me, from the way he looked at me to the way he kissed me, lightened me up in ways that I simply cannot understand.  Am I falling for you?

-Okay, that was close-Younghyun said while opening the door for us.

-Yes… Thank you for helping me out.

The fact that we were alone in the house made me feel fluttered. When he closed the door behind me and wrapped his arm around my waist while we went to our rooms, my mind couldn’t help but wander. I briefly created new scenarios for us… full of lust.  Younghyun, what did you do to me?

I suddenly felt such a thirst for him. I tried to calm myself, but I shivered when I felt how he leaned his face into my shoulder before I got inside my bedroom.

-You look so damn good tonight, baby- he whispered to me.

I laughed but he looked at me as if all he wanted was to come inside my room. He leaned on the door and I tightened the grip on it to stop myself from jumping on him. He licked his own lips while looking at me, paying special attention to my hips. Ugh, I need to snap out of this feeling, we are just friends I thought.

-Thank You.

-Is your boyfriend home? Maybe we could have some fun?

I rolled my eyes but part of me wanted to say stop playing and kiss me. He laughed and then stood up straight, coming towards me. I felt his hand caressing my waist and, even though I was wearing a beautiful red dress, his touch burned my skin.

-Oh, I almost forgot I’m your boyfriend.

I forgot how to breath when I felt his warm body on mine as he was holding me closer to him. I then realized that I wasn’t stopping him and that I should suppress these new feelings, since we are just friends. He was probably just teasing me, like he always does, but I’m sure he didn’t exactly knew the effect he was having over me.

-Wow, you’re good at this. You deserve an oscar, my friend.

-Who said I was acting, Y/N?

What?! My God, he needs to stop. I know he’s just messing around with me but ugh.

-Okay, enough. Go to your room- I said, trying to calm myself.

-How can you let your boyfriend sleep without you?! I’ll miss you, I don’t want to be without you. Don’t do this to me, baby girl. Pleeeaaase.

His speech was sweet but his wandering hands were dangerously running through sweet spots on my skin that were destined to make me lose self-control. His pouty lips were tempting me a little bit too much. I tried to fight it but my breath got stucked in my throat when he squeezed my waist, probably remembering how I brought my legs together when he did it at the club.

-Oh my God! Don’t you know when to stop?

He smiled and started to walk away from me. How can your smile be so charming?

-I’m just kidding. Sleep tight!

5 am, House in Jeju. Younghyun’s Point of View.

Of course I wasn’t kidding when I flirted with her a few minutes ago, I wanted to come inside her room but I had no excuse and probably everyone would ask questions.

I tried to sleep but I couldn’t, I was re-playing every little kiss she gave me and how happy I felt. I hugged my pillow and sighed, wishing it was her beautiful warm body instead. I smiled to myself like a fifteen year-old boy in love when I remembered how she reacted to me and how I got to be free and honest tonight. Now, more than ever, I’m sure I really want to do something about my deepest desire.

God, she looked so beautiful tonight. I think I drooled all over the club… Should I just go and tell her how I feel? It seemed like she felt the same way that I did.

5.10 am, House in Jeju. Your Point of View.

I found myself trying to sleep and even though I had my eyes shut tight, I couldn’t. I kept thinking about him. Deep down I wished I told him something that would make him stay but the fact that my best friend was making me feel that way was confusing me.

I was just starting to fall asleep when I felt someone crawling into my bed and I looked over to see if it was Jimin, but it wasn’t.

-What are you doing here?!-I asked.

-I can’t stop thinking about you.

Younghyun made his way inside the sheets and rested his head on my chest. Without thinking much, I rested my face on his head and noticed the sweet fragance of his shampoo. I left a little kiss on it as my hands caressed his back. I wrapped my leg around his like I did with Hongseok and sighed. But he’s not your boyfriend though? Stop it.

I tried to find the strength to let go of him but soon I felt how he started to run his soft deadly hands on my legs. I froze. Oh my… His hands were dangerously coming closer to my inner thights. God. How can a simple touch make me feel so weak?

-What are we doing?! You should go.

I was probably confusing him by asking him to go away but without even moving.

-Don’t act like you didn’t like what happened tonight… I know you want… more.

He got on top of me and before I could even say anything, he kissed me. I tried to fight it in my mind, trying to build an invisible wall between us and convince myself that this was nothing, but his lips tasted like heaven and his body was intoxicating.

When I felt the sudden contact of his bulge on me, I couldn’t help but moan a little. It was too much to handle, I was giving up. He lowered his hand and caressed my skin until he found my clit. My body betrayed me, making him know how badly I wanted him. What is going on?! We are just friends… Right? Ugh.

He stopped kissing me only to leave marks on my neck with his beautiful lips. I hugged him and blushed when I noticed he was trying to take off the dress I always sleep in.

-You’re so beautiful, Y/N.

-You… shouldn’t… be here.

-Do you want me to go? Hmm?-he asked with a husky voice.

I didn’t say anything, I couldn’t even speak or breath properly. Every move his hand was making was driving me crazy and the way his eyes were looking at me made it even worse. My heart skipped when I realized the fact that he always looks at me with tender eyes but now he was staring at me as if I was his prey.

-Hmm? Answer me. Don’t lie, I can read right through you.

He made me feel his clothed bulge again and I hummed. I covered my mouth with my hands, embarassed of how much self-control I was lacking. Ugh, control yourself!!

-You see? You want me too, I know you do. My pretty girl…

I guess his touch was so good that I lost track of time. Before I knew it, he was inside of me. I was surprised when his rough thrusts hit me because my moans got louder and uncontrollable. I already lost myself.

-Younghyun… Pl… Please, d-don’t stop!

It was pure heaven. My body was trapped into his charm and deadly movements. I was scared and enchanted at the same time. I never thought my best friend could make me feel such an intense and overwhelming pleasure. He was voracious, I wouldn’t be able to escape from him even if I actually wanted to. -Younghyun! Oh God…

-Having a wet dream?-someone asked.

I quickly opened my eyes and saw him sitting on the corner of my bed, laughing at me.

-What?

So, I was having a dream? But it felt too real…

-You were moaning a lot, Y/N. Were you dreaming about me?

I looked at him and he smirked. So… he knows. I wanted to hide under my bed when he bit his lip. Stop it already!!! Please!!! I can’t control myself for so long.

-It wasn’t you!

-Well, who was it then? Maybe my kisses made you–

-I don’t remember!

-It happened two seconds ago.

-He didn’t have a face. That can happen in dreams, you know? You don’t always know who you’re dealing with. You don’t always know the person in your dreams– you could even dream about people you’ll meet someday, you know? That actually happened to me when I was ten years old. I met someone in my dream that I ended up meeting when I was fifteen and– I spoke so fast that I felt like I was making my nervousness way too obvious.

-Y/N… Are you writing a thesis on dreams?

-No?

He laughed some more.

-You do know you speak a lot when you feel nervous, right?

I slapped my forehead in my mind. I never know how to calm myself in these situations… Thesesituations?! I’ve never been in a situation like this before.

-It’s okay, Y/N. I think it’s totally normal if you had a dream about what happened, I actually can’t stop thinking about it.

-W-What?! N-No, I-What? Wait… What do you mean you can’t stop thinking about it?

-Yeah, I… You sure know how to kiss.

And you sure know how to touch me.

-Uhm… Thank you? You’re a good kisser too.

I tried to act cool as if it wasn’t a big deal even though it was.

-Yeah, I’ve heard that before.

His fake confidence made me laugh and he crossed his arms. He stood up and raised his voice a little.

-I did!

-From who? Girls from your dreams?

-Fro-Wh-Real girls, okay?! They were real!-he said, acting as if he was upset but mocking me at the same time because of how I stammered a few seconds ago.

I made myself comfortable in my bed again and looked at him with a smile, thinking about how cute he can be. I lost traces of nervousness when I saw his pouty lips as he sat on my bed again.

-Sure.

-Whatever. Girls, real or not… My kisses made you have a wet dream.

I sighed.

-You are not letting that go, aren’t you?

-Never.

He will remind me of this every single day even though I didn’t admit it was because of him.

-Can I stay here tonight?-he asked.

My mind inmediately went for a yes with a hundred exclamation points but I still tried to hide my new feelings.

-Why?

-Well… I just want to be with you. Please?

I slightly panicked. But what if I have another dream?

-Pleeease? Pretty please?

He pouted and blinked his eyes a few times at me. I wasn’t giving up just yet so he promised he would make me delicious breakfasts for a week.

-Okay… But stay on that side-I said while pointing at the other side of this king size bed, away from me.

-But… I’m a teddy-bear made for cuddles…

Why are you like this?

-Fine! We’ll cuddle but behave.

-Yes, I’ll be a good boy.

He seemed like a kid that just got a present for christmas. He almost jumped next to me with the biggest smile. I guess deep down, very deep down, I was reacting the same way. Even though he was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, I could feel the warmth of his body perfectly. I rested my face into his chest while his breathing fanned my forehead a little. I suddenly felt relaxed and sleepier than before but I remembered the last part of my dream and I jumped out of his embrace.

-Younghyun-ah… He still had a smile on his face. He raised his eyebrows and looked at me through his now half closed eyes. -Hmm?

-Did… Did I… Whose name did you hear while I was dreaming? My heart skipped when his smiled got wider.

-Mine. Did I made you feel good?

Ugh. To this point, even people living a hundred miles away knows about these new feelings. I came back into his arms and I covered my face with my hands.

-Yes…

All of a sudden, he started laughing and tightened his arms around me before kissing my hair. What’s so funny?

-I didn’t hear my name, Y/N. But now I know that you did had a dream about me.

I couldn’t believe how easy I’ve fallen into his trap.

-If you behave like a good girl and cuddle with me, I may continue your dream when I wake up.

Oh my…

-Stop it!

I lightly hit his arm and he laughed even louder. I tried to get away from him, I was feeling too exposed and embarassed, but that only made him hold me tighter.

-No, no! Don’t go anywhere!! Okay, I’ll stop! By now, my cheeks were redder than Rudolph’s nose. -You should go… -Noooo, please!! I need to hug you… Come here, baby. Let’s get some sleep. I pouted and crossed my arms, almost making a silent dramatic scene, but all I got from him was a bright smile. He pulled my arms and made me go back to where I was. I gave up again, I was defeated. -There we go, good girl. Good night, princess-he said, leaving little kisses in my nose and cheeks before giving me one last kiss on my lips. Well, I guess I can’t really escape from this… But I hope I can shake this off when I wake up.

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[daysswithyou]

Young K - Home

Characters: Young K x You

Genre: basketball!youngk

Words: 2.7k

Description: When the familiar road back leads you to a new home

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It was the same path home every day.

Get out of the station, walk past a few blocks, cross the street, walk down a few more blocks and past the basketball court, and there home awaits. You’ve been walking that path for a decade now; you could practically walk home with your eyes closed.

Along the way home, the basketball court was always the most happening spot. Regardless of the time of the day, there would always be people in there. Sometimes it was the father and son pairing where the father would try to teach the son how to play, but mostly it was filled with friends that were there after school for a round of game as a stress reliever. Every time the groupings would change – you can tell by the colour of their school uniforms – but there was always someone that was there. You first spotted him amongst the crowd because he was the odd one out. While everyone was decked out in proper basketball gear, he was the only one playing in his black, ripped jeans and battered pair of Converse. You would always silently laugh to yourself when you spotted him: How does he play in that attire? And how does he stand the heat in those black jeans? You wanted to know the name of this comical guy, but the closest you ever got to know his name was through the clues on his shirt. His school shirt reads “B.KANG” and you always wondered what the B stood for.

Every single day, rain or shine, he’ll always be there. Whenever you passed by the court, you would always try to look out for him, and seeing him was like a constant in your life, although you never stopped to ponder more about the boy.

-

Today, things were different. You had a terrible day in school, and you were thinking about the incident that happened again, and again, and again. You couldn’t forget what she said, and your response to her words. You could feel the anger threatening to rise in you again, the blood rushing to your head. You were, of course, very distracted and hence, when the ball came flying right in front of your face, you were shocked. But your shock soon dissolved into anger that sent you into a rage.

First, I had a bad day. And now I almost got killed by a basketball. What a fantastic day.

Rolling your eyes, you turned to yell at the irresponsible player without even looking at his face.

“YAH! Did you have to throw it so high that it went over the fence? Don’t you have eyes to see where you shoot? Can’t you play properly? You nearly seriously injured someone, did you know that!”

When you finally stopped shaking and your heaves slowed to breathes, you finally got a good look at the player – and it was none other than him, the guy that is always here. Today was no different for him, just that you didn’t notice before. Whenever you saw him, he was always smiling that bright smile with a radiant glow on his face.

But all of that was gone now, replaced by wide eyes and an open mouth. He was clearly stunned by your sudden outburst, and you were embarrassed because of it.

Gripping onto the straps of your tote bag even tighter, you tore your eyes away from his face and marched off in the direction of home, all the while mentally cursing yourself and your hot temper. It didn’t take long before you heard someone’s footsteps thundering behind you, and a voice calling you.

“Wait!”

A familiar pair of Converse entered your sight as you looked down on the ground and you slowly lifted up your head to look at him. Before you could open your mouth to apologise for your sudden outburst, he beat you to it.

“You’ve had a hard day, didn’t you? Do you want to shoot some hoops? It might help you forget your anger.”

He then passed you the ball in his hand, and his brilliant smile was on again.

-

After multiple attempts and having the back of your shirt completely soaked through, you finally got a shot in and you did a little victory jump on the spot. You heard loud claps and cheers coming from behind and when you turned, you realised that the noises were coming from him. He was cheering for you with all his might, with his hands cupping the sides of his mouth to amplify his shouts.

“WOOOOO!!! Well done!”

You quickly put a finger to your lips, signalling to him to quieten his voice down. It was already 11pm, and he was going to wake up the entire neighbourhood! But despite your attempts to shush him, he kept up with his efforts and you eventually had to go over to cup his mouth with your hands.

Why is he so annoying? Why does he have to be so loud!

After he finally promised to keep quiet, you moved your hand and plopped down on the spot right beside him. He then leaned back too and made himself comfortable beside you.

“Are you always this…loud?”

“Yes, but it’s good to cheer people on when they’ve accomplished something, right?”

“It’s just one out of the hundreds that I did tonight; I don’t think that’s very impressive.”

“It is! Come on, just celebrate with me!”

You turned your head to smile at him before saying,

“Thank you… Idon’tknowyourname.”

“Oh right! I’m Younghyun! Kang Younghyun.” He then flashed you that bright smile again and your felt your heart swell a little inside.

“I’m Y/N. Younghyun is a nice name but what does the B on your shirt stand for?”

“Oh, B.KANG? It means Brian Kang. Brian is the name that I chose to use in Canada; I lived there for a little while before coming back.”

“I see… So, do I call you Brian or Younghyun?”

“Either is ok.”

“Young…Younghyun then. Younghyun is good.”

“Sure Y/N. Are you feeling better now?”

“I’m feeling much better, thank you.”

“So…what was bothering you just now?”

“I...did something stupid in school.”

“Really? Let’s hear it.”

After taking a deep breath, you begun to speak.

“Well, we were in class today and there’s this annoying classmate that we all really dislike. A stuck up, basically. No names so let’s call them A.”

“A for Annoying, I see what you did there Y/N.”

“Stop it! That wasn’t what I meant!”

You furrowed your eyebrows at Younghyun as he chuckled at your expression.

“I’m sorry, but please carry on.”

You then turned to face the night sky full of stars before continuing your story.

“Today was no different. I had asked a question because I didn’t understand what the book was about and once again, A had to make a comment that nobody asked for.

A said: That’s such a simple question, how can you not know the answer to your own question?

That got me completely riled up. I began to think, Why? Is it wrong to ask when you don’t know? In that moment, I felt very wronged and indignant and the words came out of my mouth before I even knew I was saying it.”

“What did you say?”

“I said this: Since you’re so smart and you know the answers to everything, why are you still here? Why aren’t you in the Advanced class? Better yet, how about you answer my question for me?”

Younghyun’s eyes grew wide at what you said and he turned to you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Tell me! What did A say?”

“Nothing… A just turned to face the front with a red face…”

“Well done Y/N, really. Well done!” He then shot you two thumbs up in the air.

“Why? Why is that good? I must look like a gangster now, trying to pick fights with someone!”

“No, you did the right thing by standing up for yourself. No one should belittle anyone, especially in a space where everyone is there to learn. You need to learn how to not let people trample over you, and today you took your first step towards that.”

“Thank you. Now what I did doesn’t seem so bad.”

“You handled it well Y/N. If it were me, I would have walked over and punched them in the face.”

“Have you actually done it before?”

That was how the both of you ended up talking for the entire night until the lights at the basketball court went out.

-

Such occurrences with Younghyun became a regular thing for you. Whenever you were feeling upset, you knew you would find him at the basketball court and he’ll just shoot hoops with you until your exhaustion made you too tired to remember your negative emotions. When you were happy, you’ll go biking and eat lots of good food together; when you’re with Kang Younghyun, food is sure to be found in abundance. When you just needed to talk someone, you knew where to find him – and your footsteps took you down the familiar way home again.

Younghyun treasured all those moments with you very much. He knew you as a reserved person, and understood that you sharing your stories meant a great deal of trust in him. But no matter how overwhelmed you were – he always appreciated the fact that you would never fail to ask him about his day and thank him for listening to you. You were one that knew that a friendship required both give and take, and he felt extremely lucky to have found a friend in someone like you.

It was the small moments that stirred up big waves of emotions in him – and he could only fervently hope that you feel the same.

I’ll tell her when I win. I’ll tell her when I win the basketball championships.

You had promised to come and watch – and he vowed to tell you immediately after.

-

Younghyun had been training so hard for this. He sacrificed sleep and food just to have more time to train, and ignored his body signals to rest. He continued playing full games even with his swollen ankle; he needed to make sure they were in the finals.

He hid it so well from everyone, especially you. He knows how much you worry, and he wanted to give you one less thing to worry about. He would always hide his grimace behind a smile and channelled his pain into a hug for you. Just like that, with your sweet smiles and tight hugs, he took those as the encouragement to get through the finals.

And they were finally down to the last 5 minutes of the final game. His ankle was screaming for mercy and he was finding it hard to focus. He was seeing double – and that was when he knew that perhaps… he had pushed himself too far.

But both schools were tied now, and did he mention that he was stubborn? Rushing forward, he intercepted the ball passing overhead before passing it to a teammate that sealed the goal that brought them victory.

Younghyun smiled but when he wanted to cheer, no sound would come out. He could feel himself falling, but he couldn’t stop it. The last thing he heard was your voice before the darkness dragged him in.

-

When you arrived at the hospital, you saw him lying on the bed. You wanted to run to him, but the four boys held you back as the doctors ran checks on him. They reassured you with soft voices and small gestures; that there was nothing wrong with him, and that he passed out due to fatigue.

“Younghyun, is he really ok?”

He must have heard you call him, because he stirred. With a groan, his eyelids fluttered open and they immediately lit up when they found yours. The lights in his eyes were dim today, but they still twinkled with adoration for you. The doctors were called in to run the last check and their final orders were an overnight stay to monitor his condition and his leg before letting him go. The four boys then let you pass, before leaving the room with the doctors.

You wanted to smack him for scaring you like that, but you opted for scolding him instead.

“Kang Younghyun, why did you do that? You were already injured and you still pushed on till the last game? You’re…unbelievable.”

He bit his lower lip. He knew how sharp your words can be when you’re really angry, and he waited for them in bated breath.

“You’re…unbelievably strong. Really, when you want something, you’ll stop at nothing to get it. Now I know how much you really want to win the championship.”

“I want to win the championships, but there’s something that I want more than winning the championships.”

You raised a single eyebrow at his statement – what could be more important than the championships for him to ruin his body like that?

“It was a promise I made to myself, a promise that if I win the championships, I’ll be able to ask you this.”

“What did you want to ask me?”

“I wanted to ask if you’ll go out with me.”

“Of course I will. I’ve – ”

“Not in that way. Go out as…a couple.”

He stared at you unblinking, waiting in anticipation for your answer. He couldn’t read the blank expression on your face.

“You’re unbelievably strong, but also unbelievably stupid. Of course I would go out with you Younghyun. I would have said yes even if you didn’t win the championships.”

Your shoulders deflated as you shook your head at the idiot lying in front of you. But, oh wait; he was your idiot now.

To prove just how senseless he was, he attempted to get up from his bed while still attached to the IV drip and you had to rush over to push him down by the forehead before he caused more damage to himself.

With your finger still on his forehead and your face hovering above his, you stared him down with your wide eyes to get your point across.

“You, Mr Kang, are going to stay in bed like the doctors say until you can leave. Understood?”

“Yes Mrs Kang.”

“Mrs Kang? Yah you – ”

Taking advantage of your moment of confusion, Younghyun lifted his head up to place a soft peck on your lips before settling into his pillow with a smug smile on his face.

“So this is what it truly feels like to win.”

“I hate you Younghyun.”

“I love you Y/N!”

And he had to do that in his annoyingly cute voice, but it still made you smile.

-

[0236]

Younghyun lay awake in bed, turning to his side for the nth time that night. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t find a spot that was comfortable enough to fall asleep in. When his eyes finally landed on your figure lying by his side, his heart ached a little. Your neck was positioned in an odd angle, and he was sure that you’ll wake up with a sore neck tomorrow. You were using your arm as a pillow, so that was sure to hurt too. The frown on your face told him that you were sleeping in a very uncomfortable position in the chair so he decided to gently rouse you.

“Y/N-ah…”

“Why? Do you need something? Are you hurting?”

“No, it doesn’t hurt but I do need something.”

“What do you need?”

“Come here.”

Younghyun then shifted to make an empty spot next to him on the hospital bed before patting the space. You must have been tired because you did not even consider the meaning or consequences of your actions. You just did as you were told and quietly climbed into the space he had made for you.

Tucking your head into the crook of his neck, he whispered,

“Is this better now?”

You didn’t even open your mouth to answer him; you merely nodded your head.

“Silly girl, why did you sleep on the chair? You must be tired, sleep well baby.”

He then pressed a soft kiss on your forehead before drifting off to sleep in an instant.

Both of you were finally home – home in each other’s arms.

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[dawnpil]

first draft

summary: you were raised to be careful with your heart around witches, but one pretty word witch is determined to change that. pairing: young k x reader genre: fluff bc honestly what else do i write notes: a continuation to a series i started literally a year and a half ago, oops (stone witch!wonpil)

you know about the day house boys, of course

you’re starting your junior year and they’re the most popular people on campus, after all

hell, you’ve got one of wonpil’s hematite rings for focus

your favorite scarf is one dowoon knitted warmth into the fabric of

you’ve seen brian around the house, but you’ve never gone to him for his magic

out of the witches his magic can do the widest variety of things, which means he charges the steepest price, and you’re just a broke college kid

your friend, who goes to brian every full moon, tries to explain how his prices work

but you’re not having it; you need your voice too much to lose it for three days, and you’re not sure you have anything else he’d want

here’s the thing: word magic evolves constantly, and word witches always need to know what phrases are going in or out of style

so from what you’ve gathered, brian’s price for his magic is to take a customer’s words for varying durations of time

and you can’t have that, not with your three a.m. spot on the campus radio

besides, you don’t really have a need for his magic: you’re never in enough trouble that dowoon’s woven charms don’t work, or wonpil doesn’t have some sort of stone for your problems

you avoid his magic successfully for two and a half years, but you don’t avoid him

he’s in your fundamentals of linguistics course your second semester, soft black hair falling in his face as he takes diligent notes

when you go to pick up dowoon’s charms at the start of fall sophomore year brian’s curled up untangling thread with nimble fingers, and he throws a soft little smile your way

you’re not sure what makes you proceed to drop your wallet and dowoon’s charm four times before you make it back out the door, but your friend is convinced it was brian’s smile and won’t accept any other answer

you shove their arm, tell them that they shouldn’t be projecting their own infatuation onto you

but it happens again near winter break, when you’re selecting a few pieces of onyx and rose quartz for your friends back home

brian’s wandering wonpil’s shop, inspecting the little baskets of crystals, and when you turn to head to wonpil’s register you nearly run into brian

startled, you start to take a step back, eyes wide, but he reaches out to stop you

it’s a good thing he does, or you’d have knocked over the table of crystals, and you really don’t have the money for that

his hands are warm on your shoulders, his dark eyes apologetic, and this close his chest is a whole lot broader than you’d thought from a distance

“sorry,” he says, and his voice is more musical than you’d remembered from linguistics. “i should have been more careful.”

this time you don’t lose your fine motor skills, but you do forget how to speak

he’s just. beautiful, this close up

so you stare at him and try to remember how to form words and after a moment he laughs gently, the sound honey-sweet

“i didn’t even have to cast seen and not heard to enchant you. interesting.”

is he flirting? you think maybe so. your friend thinks definitely so.

that really kind of terrifies you; it’s not that you don’t trust the day house witches, just that you were raised with tales of enchantments and love potions and falsities, and that kind of cautionary bedtime story is hard to forget

so you take to avoiding him as much as possible; you send your friend to get your hematite and carnelian recharged, and even as the warmth charm in dowoon’s scarf starts to fray you refuse to go get a replacement

if you could never set foot in day house again you’d be perfectly content

despite this you still think about him, about the silk in his voice when you go to karaoke night, about the way you always seem to find him in the library hunched over his textbooks at odd hours with coffee cups littering the table, about the way sometimes you daydream about holding his hand on the way to the coffee shop just off campus

you try to ignore these thoughts, try to ignore him, and bury yourself in your work for the rest of sophomore year

but the thing about junior year is that your classes are getting more serious, and as a creative writing major you’re expected to have new work for two different classes almost every week, and it’s draining

your carnelian is losing its charge quicker than ever, because this far into the semester you’re struggling to find creativity this constantly and on top of all your other work

it completely loses charge a day before a ten-page story is due for workshop and you’re stuck with a blinking cursor and a blank page

your roommate looks over when you slam your head onto your desk and understands immediately

“go to brian,” they say. “he’s got a spell for writer’s block, according to momo.”

if you weren’t so tired, so frustrated, so desperate you would never have considered it

but it only takes a few minutes’ persuasion for you to be lacing your boots and shoving your laptop into your bag and heading for the familiar little house

jae’s the one to open the door for you, feathers in his blond hair, and he grins

“please tell me you’re here for younghyun. he won’t shut up about you, not after the open mic last tuesday.”

you consider turning around and leaving—the poem you’d read at the open mic was much more personal than you’re usually comfortable sharing, and to think brian was so focused on it terrifies you a little

but then you think about how close you were to crying out of frustration, about the days of staring at that blank page and ticking cursor, and you nod at jae

“he’s upstairs,” jae says, “third door on the left.”

brian’s playing guitar when you find his room, sitting on his bed plucking at chords with his black hair falling over his face as he bends over the instrument

you freeze, in the doorway: you had no idea the room jae was sending you to was brian’s bedroom, since wonpil has the shop set up downstairs and sungjin works out of the kitchen. this is oddly intimate, and you almost turn tail and run

before you can brian looks up, his fingers stilling, and he smiles, and your resolve melts

he beckons you in to sit at his desk chair, and he sets the guitar aside to look seriously at you. “what are you here for?”

“writer’s block.” you run your hand through your hair with a sigh of frustration, and he smiles sympathetically

“writer’s block like you don’t have any ideas or writer’s block like you don’t know how to start putting them into words?”

there’s no magic in his voice, not yet, but there might as well be, with the enchanting lilt in every syllable. you could listen to his voice forever, you think

“the—um, the second one,” you say, fidgeting under his dark eyes, and again he nods

“my price is your words for a period of time.” it’s your turn to nod. “with this spell it’s usually a day, but i know you’ve got the radio show in a few hours and i wouldn’t want you to not be able to do your job.”

he pauses, considering, and you tug at your sleeves as you try to find a way around having your words taken away

“why...why do you take people’s words? like, what about them is the reason they’re your price, when you could be making money or something?”

“it’s how my magic works,” brian explains. “the more people use a certain phrase, the more power it’s imbued with, so i take people’s words to see if they can give me new spells.”

this fascinates you—your parents had never let you learn about magic, and as a result hearing the littlest bit about it is making you think of questions you never knew you had, and you want to learn everything about this

it’ll be good for stories, anyway, you think, good world-building and maybe an opportunity for new types of characters and stories

and you might have a way out of this, a way to pay brian fairly while keeping your words

“what about languages other than english?”

he pauses at this. “i have a few korean spells i got from my mom, but i hadn't thought about other languages. which one were you thinking?”

you’ve taken spanish courses for a few years, and you speak it with your roommate and their friend, enough to be reasonably conversational, and when you explain this to brian he nods and you spend another five minutes hashing out a schedule for you to come over and teach him

finally the business has been arranged and you set up your laptop at the little table he keeps in his room for this purpose, and he sets a mug of coffee and a bagel next to your things

“odds are you’ll be writing for a while, and the spell makes it hard to take breaks. if you need anything else let me know and i’ll grab it for you.”

his eyes are soft obsidian, and despite your overall hesitation about magic you wonder if there isn’t some sort of enchantment that’s making your heart beat like this

but a second later he sets his hand on your shoulder and murmurs “use your words”

it’s like a dam bursts: suddenly your fingers are flying over the keys, your mind racing sentences ahead faster than your hands can manage, and the story you’ve had rattling around in your head is taking shape on the formerly blank page

when you resurface a few hours later, a completed draft sitting in front of you, brian smiles as you take a bite of the bagel

“got something finished?” you nod, and return the smile

“it’ll need editing, but i got the draft done for workshop, and that’s what’s important.”

a glance at the clock says you barely have enough time to rush to the dorm basement the radio uses as its studio, so you gather up your things and down the last of the coffee and clamp the bagel between your teeth as you tie your boots

you’ve got one foot out the door when he calls your name and you turn, a question in your eyes since there’s bread in your mouth

“call me younghyun,” he says. “younghyun’s for friends.”

is that what you are now? you debate this with yourself for a week; you’ve only gone to him for one spell, though the first of your spanish sessions goes well

he’s got plans for de nada and de tal palo tal astilla freaked you out a little bit when he used it to perfectly replicate the origami rose you got from a girl in one of your workshops last semester

you think if you aren’t friends yet you’d like to be, now that you’re losing your fear of his magic

on the nights you lie awake staring at the fairy lights strung above your bed thinking of obsidian eyes and nimble fingers and lilting words you let yourself admit maybe you want to be more than friends

it takes another two weeks for anything to happen

it’s the last of your spanish sessions, the last of your payment for the spell, the last of your excuses to spend time with brian

he seems nervous the whole time, too distracted to remember en boca cerrada no entran moscas and as a result he has yet to make the silencing charm work

no matter how much you coach him through the syllables slowly, his attention is elsewhere

to be fair, yours is as well: trying to figure out where his mispronunciations are is giving you an excuse to stare at his lips, and regardless of whether he works magic into his words his voice is ridiculously easy to lose yourself in

before you know it the time is over, and you sigh and remind him of the list of phrases you’ve given him so he can strengthen the spells without your help, and he hesitates with his backpack slung over one shoulder but can’t seem to bring himself to say anything

as you study his now-familiar features you give in, and this time you’re the one to stop him halfway out the door

“one more phrase,” you say, and he turns and you square your shoulders

“tú me gustas.” i like you.

he’s like a deer in headlights, eyes wide, but he recovers fairly quickly and crosses back to you

“i thought you weren’t a witch,” he says, a smile playing on his lips

“i’m not,”you say, though your voice barely makes it above a whisper; his hair is flopping into his eyes and all of your restraint is going into keeping your fingers out of the dark curls

“then how can one sentence be so enchanting?”

he grins when this time you’re the one to get flustered, and he reaches out and takes your hand and your words get stuck in your throat

“what kind of word witch am i if i can’t find the words to confess to the person i like?” he says, then shrugs. “since you confessed first, can dinner be my treat?”

the first time younghyun kisses you he meets you just offstage when you finish a reading of one of your short stories in the little student-run coffee shop: your papers are still clutched in the hands you throw around his neck, and there’s a smile on his lips as they press against yours, and the moment weaves an enchantment you know has nothing to do with younghyun’s magic and everything to do with younghyun and the way the two of you fit against each other like a perfectly-crafted metaphor

dating younghyun is coffee shop dates to people-watch and pick out threads of language, is borrowing his hoodies even when it gets too warm for them, is laughter and falling in love with the way he scrunches his nose when he’s acting cute, is resting your head on his shoulder at a poetry reading and pressing kisses to his jaw between poems

dating younghyun is him waiting outside the studio at 3 a.m. with hot chocolate and that assignment you needed to print, is running your fingers through his hair until he relaxes enough to sleep after getting anxious about a test, is teaching each other the languages you speak and rewarding each other with kisses when you remember vocab, is closing his laptop and pulling him to bed when he refuses to stop working, is coffee and ink-stained hands and switching languages mid-sentence

more than anything dating younghyun is like a story, a draft that gets better the more you pour time and effort and love into it, is the magic of surprising turns of phrase, is a collaboration you couldn’t ask for a better co-author for, and you know for a fact this is going to be your magnum opus.

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[restlessmaknae]

that summer when love comes

Sungjin is assigned to be the team leader of the most mischievous kids (the so-called Stray Kids) at the annual summer camp, but he soon founds out that this year will be different from the others for a different reason.

♦ Pairing: team leader!Sungjin x team leader!OC

♦ Supporting characters: the rest of DAY6, Stray Kids and many more idol cameos

♦ Genre: comedy + fluff + no angst

♦ Words: 9.7k

♦ A/N: The ages of the supporting characters are different from their real ones. Apart from DAY6, you have to deduct 4 years from the others’ ages aka Bang Chan is 17 and Jeongin is 13. *-*

Sungjin knew that the summer camp would be difficult with almost 50 students, but he would have never thought that it would be this difficult.

He was always said to be a leader type, someone who can take responsibility for both his and his team’s actions, someone who’s always punctual and reliable and has the ability to make others listen to him. That's exactly why he was assigned to be the leader of the most mischievous kids in the 8th and 9th cabin whom everyone called the Stray Kids because they were always all over the place, messing around and pulling pranks on each other.

“Jeongin, please don't put glue on Jisung's head while he's sleeping! It's really difficult to get it off him when he wakes up.”

“I've told you, Felix, that we don't have a girl group dance cover battle this year. Wonpil decided not to renew the tradition because of the ridiculous costumes some elder students put on last year and because the girls got offended.”

“Hyunjin, I know it's hard to resist, but I kindly ask you not to steal Seungmin's clothes because your own clothes will end up in the lake just like they did last year.”

These and other similar sentences left his mouth from the moment he entered the little camp site where the wooden houses were like dots on a green canvas. The scenery was beautiful as always with overgrowing trees sheltering the area, the pleasantly cold lake offering the chance for a quick and refreshing swim, and a huge forest with multiple little animals and flowers in all colours of the rainbow. If anything, this was really the perfect venue for such an event.

No matter what, Sungjin was certain that he could handle the kids, he wasn't chosen the best team leader three years in a row for nothing. Though last year Wonpil snatched his place because the girls loved him so much that they kindly asked the organizers (aka the organizing committee who consisted of the four team leaders and Jae) to let him get the trophy just this once and seeing their cute aegyos, the guys didn't have a heart to protest.

The organizers were best friends anyway, the five of them have been a part of the summer camps ever since Jae’s uncle – Mr Park Jinyoung – was chosen as the headmaster of the high school they once went to, so helping the so-called JYP’s students out became the most exciting and adventure-filled two weeks of their summer holidays. No matter how naughty the kids were, at least they had some fun and had some pocket money for the rest of their break. Not to mention that they were still kids at heart, so taking care of children wasn't that difficult of a task for most of them.

Though Wonpil and Dowoon were usually shy when it came to youngsters, they eventually got used to their roles, and always got along well with their teams after some initial mishaps. Wonpil was with the girls from the very start as he was the most gentle and caring, plus he seemed the least likely to hurt the girls' feelings with unnecessary teasing and stupid games. Needless to say, the girls were always head over for him. Dowoon was usually the one who got the calmest, quietest group of children, this year his team consisted of Xiaojun, Hendery, Yangyang, Jaemin, Renjun, Jeno, Dino and Vernon.

“They are really nice kids, I swear. Maybe one of the chillest ones I’ve ever had,” the youngest team leader boasted with his huge, trademark grin, giving the others a thumbs-up. 

Jae almost laughed straight into his face, clearly unconvinced by the truth behind Dowoon's words.

“Oh, I think they just need the right team leader to bring out the worst in them,” Jae retorted smugly, ever so proud of the fact that he didn't need to lead a team as he was the one who organized the group activities. He would have probably lost a kid or two if he was chosen to as a team leader. If not more, really.

“The girls are lovely as always,” Wonpil admitted coyly, a blush creeping onto his face. Young K couldn't stop teasing him about his teams, they really had a soft spot in his heart, small wonder he immediately cooed at Wonpil’s words. “Chaeyoung had made me a flower crown and Tzuyu invited me to bake with them tonight,” he announced proudly, his toothy smile showing.

Jae and Young K exchanged a look while Sungjin rolled his eyes.

“My boys have overheard it, and they were about to ruin your little baking, but I managed to convince them to come fishing with me instead,” Sungjin said, and the ever so innocent Wonpil was so dumbfounded, he looked like a little puppy who just got lost.

“Fishing? Are you kidding me?” Jae chortled. “That's the most Sungjin thing ever. Indeed our reliable Busan guy,” he joked as he patted the said leader's shoulder who didn't even bat an eye as he was already used to his friend's antics. He merely rolled his eyes, knowing all too well that Jae would be talking his ass off instead of doing anything for his team if he was given the role of a team leader, so he was sassy only until he didn’t have to control 8 to 12 kids all day long for two whole weeks.

“But don't forget about the karaoke night today. We'll start at 7 sharply, and we won't accept late registrations like last year,” Young K hinted as he glanced at Jae who didn't let the words affect him. He merely shrugged his shoulders.

“Kevin's team was the one who came in first place anyway. It would been a shame not to let them join us,” he pointed out, arms raised in defeat. Young K couldn't help but let out a laugh. What were rules anyway to Mr Park Jaehyung?

Sungjin shook his head with a knowing smile on his face, then he cleared his throat to regain everyone's attention.

“Alright, let's end this meeting here if no one wants to say more!” He suggested firmly, looking for any kind of disapproval in the other's eyes. He liked to have quick meetings to gather everyone and see how they were doing with the youngsters, but he didn’t like when the meetings got dragged on without anything useful to be said. They knew about the activities that were held for all of the other teams and not just their own, so there was no need to emphasise who would organize what.

“Moonbin wants to know what's for lunch today,” Young K butted in, everyone smiling at his request. The so-called Bro Brian had a really versatile group from cool kids like Chani, Hwiyoung and Taeyang, playful kids like Q, Kevin and Hwall, and sometimes whiny but very very lovable kids like Moonbin, Rocky and Sanha.

The others looked at Sungjin for an answer as everyone knew that he was the one who could have known such things. He wasn't just a team leader, he was also the so-called info man because no matter what you asked, he knew the answer to it or at least he was willing to find it out.

That’s why no one was surprised when he knew the options as if he was reading them from the menu.

“Lasagna with a banana and apple juice, or noodles with veggies and tofu, plus an apple and banana milk on the side.”

“Gluten-free?” Jae teased, a smirk evident on his face.

“Yes, both the lasagne and the noodles.” Sungjin nodded seriously, and Jae couldn’t have been more amused by him. “The banana milk is made from coconut milk, so it’s naturally lactose-free and vegan,” Sungjin announced and Young K clapped his hands like he was clapping for the president itself.

Frankly, the camp’s chefs had a hard time considering all the allergens and nutritional preferences of children, so they’ve tried their best to satisfy everyone’s needs. JYP had paid a generous amount of money for the camp anyway because the students who were there were talented and intelligent students in at least one field of life, so the two-week long camping was actually the reward for their hard work. That’s why the chefs could actually afford to make two dishes every day and offer some fresh fruit or vegetables on the side. Knowing that Sungjin liked his stomach almost as much as he liked his own group, he inquired about the daily menus first thing in the morning.

“Very nice, Sungjin, very nice!” Young K patted Sungjin's shoulder teasingly, then rose from his seat to start planning his afternoon with his own team.

“We’re going BBQ-ing anyway,” he announced before he finally left the scene and let poor Sungjin fume inside. Why would it matter what would be lunch if they were eating on their own anyway? Though Moonbin could eat a lot, so it wouldn’t have come as a surprise if he had lunch at the canteen and then one with his team at the BBQ. Who knows?

“Plus, tomorrow there’s the afternoon trip to the nearby look-out tower, don’t forget that!” Jae reminded them loudly, so that everyone could hear it. It’s not like the team leaders didn’t talk about the group activities, it was more like they forgot to bring their kids to a certain place and instead they organized programmes for their own teams.

 Sungjin sat by the lake with the kids by his side, letting out a long, long sigh in disbelief. He was already worn out even if they had just started.

Jeongin had almost poked his own eyes out with the fishing rod, Jisung had almost fell into the lake when he was chasing after Seungmin and was chased by Hyunjin while Bang Chan and Changbin were sulking like emo kids at a unicorn-themed birthday party, Woojin was daydreaming about chicken and fussing why they didn’t have a barbecue like Young K’s team, Felix was dancing to Gashina and Minho was flirting with the girls from the camp which was on the other side of the lake, flexing his muscles and showing off his award-winning smile.

After all the mess in the beginning, finally everyone was quiet, and the most enthusiastic kids even tried fishing as much as they could while the ones who were too immersed in their self-sorrow or their flirting didn’t make any mess anyway, so why bother reprimanding them? As long as no one hurt themselves or others in the process (last year, Changbin had broken a leg when Jeongin pushed him down the stairs to test if he was going to miraculously save himself from the fall or fall down for real… needless to say, what happened was the latter), it was okay. On Sungjin’s part, it was.

Six girls from the camp on the other side of the lake came to see Minho for themselves, cheering and gasping when they saw the boy in person. Even though the girls from school were pretty much neutral towards Minho (and Sungjin had no idea if it was because they didn’t care or because they had already dated him and he had dumped them all, could be both honestly), he seemed to be pretty popular amongst the other girls. At least, it was their third day at the camp, and the other camps’ females were already head over heels for him, so Sungjin could draw such a conclusion.

The team leader of the Stray Kids looked at the scene in front of his eyes, wandering why he had never been lucky with the ladies. He had some girlfriends, some really nice and lovely girls, and he had his fair share of blind dates thanks to his friends, especially Jae, who always felt the need to set him up with someone. On the other hand, there was the sixteen-year-old Minho and a smile of his was enough to attract six girls’ attention.

“Girls, I’ve told you not to go away from the team!” A firm female voice called out, showing up beside the said girls, hands on her hips, eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

She had long, jet-black hair that fell over her shoulders like a waterfall, cheeks tinted in pink from both the summer heat and the intensity of the situation and beautiful, almond-shaped, star-filled eyes. Eyes that held stars that were waiting to shine, to light up the sky and to die out as the most beautiful ones he had ever seen. Her features were defined, feminine and rounded in just the right places, and she radiated confidence that swept him off his feet. She wore the same uniform as the young girls beside her, except the fact that hers said ‘Mom Mirae’, indicating that she was (probably) like their mother figure. She was a bit shorter than Minho, yet the vibe she gave off made even the flirty boy shut up on the spot, waiting for further instructions.

“Why is it so bad that we wanted to talk to him? Just talk to him?” One of the girls whose team shirt said Yuqi whined just like a child who didn’t get to lay her hands on the dessert she had wanted.

“Not on my watch, young lady, not on my watch,” Mirae warned her, shaking her head in disbelief. Then, her features became even more solemn and she looked the girls straight into their eyes, one after another. “You’re only teenagers, you have your whole life to talk to boys!”

“Sure, then we’ll end up single like you,” a shorter girl (Soyeon according to her shirt) snorted, giving Mirae a disgusted look.

The team leader acted like she was immensely hurt when it could be seen that she was merely dancing around the edges of her patience.

“You can talk to him when we’ll have the trip to the watch-out tower tomorrow,” she explained after letting out a sigh. Then, the events took an unexpected turn, and Mirae caught sight of Sungjin watching the scene and turned to him with her whole body. “You are going there tomorrow, right?” she inquired as she raised her voice to be heard properly, tilting her head while she was waiting for his response.

Sungjin was so shocked to get caught staring that he opened and closed his mouth like a fish while he was trying to gather what was left of his pride. After a few more seconds, he finally regained his senses; he shook his head and cleared his throat.

“Yes, we’re going there too.” He nodded still dumbfounded, but he didn’t even have the chance to ask how the girls’ team leader could know about the other camp’s plans because the group of girls were already leaving the scene, reassured that they would have the chance to meet Minho the next day, too.

Sungjin watched Mirae’s fading silhouette, his brain still not catching up with the events. He knew she knew that he must have been with the boys because no other man could accompany the kids, and he was apparently the eldest. Yet, he was still surprised that she talked to him without hesitation and without even a hint of anxiety. She was born to be a leader, that was for sure.

“Our hyung is totally whipped,” Jisung cooed gleefully when Sungjin finally looked back at the boys to see if anyone had been doing something wrong.

Even before he had the chance to protest, Jeongin was about to run after the fishing rod which got a catch and poor boy nearly fell into the lake because the fish was so adamant and so heavy. Sungjin saved him in the last minute, and instead of saying thanks, Jeongin started crying that he had missed his best catch because of their team leader.

Oh really, Sungjin started to realize that this year was definitely different from the ones before. Not just because of the mischievous kids he was assigned to look over but also because of the girls from the other camp and their confident team leader.

 Sungjin was definitely looking forward to the trip to the watch-out tower, not because of anything in particular… he was just excited. He felt a bubbly feeling in his stomach, and it was so strange, so stupid to wait for the time when he could see her again. He didn’t even know her, he didn’t even know if she would want him to know her. He only knew her name because of her shirt, nothing else. What if she didn’t even want to talk to him?

“You alright, Bob?” Jae nudged the guy’s shoulder to get his attention.

Sungjin casted him a deadly glare when the blondie called him by the nickname he had given him. He really didn’t see the resemblance between the said figure and himself but oh well… Jae always saw the world differently.

“Sure.” He nodded, looking like he wasn’t distracted by the thought of a certain someone. “You sure you have the map and everything?” Sungjin asked just in case Jae didn’t prepare well enough for the trip even if it was his time to shine. The team leaders could organize activities for their teams individually, but Jae was the one who organised the activities for all of them. Some of them went pretty well but for example, last year, they did a trip to a nearby folk village and Jae ended up directing them in the opposite direction, so they ended up at a graveyard instead. Needless to say, Renjun passed out on the spot.

“Of course.” Jae shrugged his shoulders. “It’s not like it’s so far away. We can’t even get lost on our way there,” he explained ever so casually while Sungjin rolled his eyes.

“That’s exactly what you said before we walked 20 miles instead of 10, right?”

“That was a one-time thing!” Jae exclaimed, putting a hand over his heart like he was so hurt by his accusation.

“It happened twice,” Sungjin corrected him, giggling when his friend couldn’t bring up anything to deny the facts. Truth to be told, Jae was so much better at talking about plans and whatnot than actually making it a reality, that’s why half of his activities turned out to be failures. Though until the other half turned out to be a success, JYP didn’t really mind. At least, the kids could always tell their parents such amusing stories.

“Alright, is everyone here?” Jae clapped his hands together to get everyone’s attention, and when the kids calmed down a bit, he started counting who was there, and was surprised to find out that one child was missing. Later, he was informed that Moonbin had eaten too much BBQ chicken the day before, so he needed to stay at the camp with the nurse who would take care of him for the day.

After gathering together and making sure that everyone had enough food and drinks for the one-day trip, the group headed out. Sungjin was taking care of all the 9 kids he had, walking beside them to make sure that he could watch every single one of them while they were walking. Apart from the fact that Jeongin couldn’t stop pulling Seungmin’s hair, Woojin couldn’t stop whining about the BBQ chicken of Young K’s team and Felix was singing Chungha’s Why Don’t You Know on the top of his lungs repeatedly, everything went smoothly.

Though he had to admit that he was extremely puzzled when Minho came up to him to ask a question.

“Have you ever been in love?”

The straightforward question took the team leader by surprise because he would have imagined anyone else to ask the question but Minho himself. Yet, Sungjin knew that there was nothing he needed to hide about his love life, especially when a younger one was curious about it. Sungjin was also really curious when he was younger, he didn’t know what it felt like to be in love and be loved by someone other than your friends and your family, so of course Minho wanted to know the same.

Sungjin cleared his throat before he gave him an answer.

“Yes, a few times.” He nodded, thinking back to all the girlfriends he ever had. It’s not like he was so heart-broken that none of his relationships worked out in the end, yet when you are in love, you never think about the end, and that’s what makes the pain ever worse.

“What’s it like? I mean being in love?” Minho inquired with wide eyes, and even Jisung turned his head in their direction upon hearing the question.

“Well…” Sungjin chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. How could he explain it? There was really no right word for it, everyone had to experience it to know it for themselves. Plus, he was pretty sure being in love meant different for everyone, and everyone acted differently when they were in a relationship. “You want to see the other one more and more, you want to get to know every little thing about them, whatever they do make you smile, you start remembering something you’ve done together multiple times a day and at very random moments, and suddenly you find yourself thinking about them all the time,” Sungjin concluded dreamily, earning a few snorts from the younger ones.

“Eww, gross…” Seungmin snickered, making a disgusted face.

“You’ll know when you feel it,” Sungjin continued nonchalantly, not caring about the others’ disapproving glances or eye-rolls. It was no surprise that 13 to 17-year-old kids didn’t feel like falling in love or wanting to experience the feeling. He had his first girlfriend when he was 18 years old, and he didn’t want to fall in love either. It just happened, it’s not something you can be prepared for or you can prevent.

“Thanks, Sungjin,” Minho said thankfully, patting the other guy’s shoulder. Sungjin really didn’t know why he was so grateful as he didn’t do anything extraordinary, he merely told him how he felt.

Luckily, the rest of the walking didn’t include any love-related talk, so the team leader didn’t need to feel uncharacteristically uncomfortable around the kids. They busied themselves and started playing all kinds of games anyway, so he didn’t need to interfere to calm them down or to stop them when something was getting wild. They were acting like chill kids for the first time during the first three days of the camp, and he couldn’t have been more glad.

Time went by fast since he didn’t need to supervise them so intensely, and by the time his thoughts could go back to Mirae, they were already at the watch-out tower and settled down to have a picnic. Much to Sungjin’s dismay, the girls weren’t there, neither was their team leader.

The youngsters were busy munching on their sandwiches and cookies they had gotten from Wonpil’s team, they didn’t even notice that Sungjin’s attention was completely elsewhere and not on the kids, especially when the other camp arrived at the resting area in front of the watch-out tower. Maybe he really started hallucinating things, but he could have sworn that Mirae’s eyes found his for a second, for only a tiny bit of a fraction, yet it was enough for him to completely get his hopes up. He couldn’t even tear his gaze away for the rest of the lunch, his eyes were only on the girl and her team. Though he caught sight of other groups and their team leaders too, but he was too mesmerized by the way she firmly yet caringly took care of the girls that he couldn’t concentrate on anything else.

The six girls were chattering casually, eating their little lunches while they glanced in the boys’ direction, especially Minho’s who waved back at them, earning a few excited squeals and giggles from the others. That’s when Mirae and Sungjin finally exchanged a glance, and when they did, their lips curled upwards at the same time, and they soon broke into little fists of laugher.

Sungjin turned to Minho.

“Go, talk to them! You have 15 minutes,” he told the young boy who was so taken aback that he didn’t even know what to do for the next few seconds. However, after that, it was no turning back, he jumped up and ran to the girls, sitting in the middle of the circle they had created for him.

Mirae found this moment to excuse herself and leave the scene, walking further from the lovestruck group. When she was getting closer and closer to Sungjin, the team leader got more and more nervous. What was he about to say? Was she really going to come and talk to him? Would she even remember him?

Though all his questions were answered the moment the confident female showed up beside him and pointed at the blank spot on the blanket beside him.

“Can I join?” she inquired casually to which Sungjin could only nod fervently. She hopped down beside him in the next second, her eyes darting between the face of his and the kids he was looking over.

“Are you the team leader of eight boys?” she asked in awe, her lips parted in disbelief. Well, since they didn’t have a lot of volunteers, all of their team leaders had at least nine children on their watch, so it was no surprise that he had to take care of such a large number of youngsters. On the other hand, Mirae’s question was very much reasonable considering that their camp didn’t seem to be short on volunteers. There were at least 6 team leaders apart from her.

“Nine with Minho,” Sungjin corrected her with a soft giggle, earning a same reaction from her.

“Wow, that must be difficult!”

“Oh, it’s really not that bad!” He shrugged, and even though it would have looked like he was just trying to show off, it wasn’t about anything like that. He merely got used to the silly and childish behaviours since he was a part of the organizing committee for the sixth year already. After a while, people get the hang of it and nothing seems too extreme.

“I’m Mirae, by the way,” she introduced herself with a soft smile, one that was like a breeze of the gentle spring wind after only seeing her cold demeanour. She may have looked rigid and strict when she was with the girls, but maybe they needed this amount of strictness to behave well. After all, Sungjin knew all too well that you have to use different methods with different children.

I know, he wanted to say, but he bit down on his tongue before he could say anything that indicated that he was stalking her. To be precise, he was examining her from head to toe the last time they met, and that’s how he took notice of the name on her shirt.

“I’m Sungjin.” He bobbed his head with an equally friendly smile, reaching his hand out and Mirae immediately shook hands with him; quickly and gently. When they both backed away a bit, a moment of silence fell upon the two of them, yet Sungjin had been meaning to ask her a question even the day before, so he didn’t want to dismiss it this time. “How did you know that we would come here today, too?”

Mirae let out a chuckle when she heard his question. Her chuckle was like a flower that was in bloom: beautiful, elegant and thriving. Sungjin knew he could listen to it without getting sick of it, without getting sick of the sight that accompanied the pleasant sound.

“We know about your schedules because we don’t want to interfere with your activities too much. We never know if our kids would get along well with yours, and we really don’t want to hear complaints that the children had to spend time with the kids from other camp just because we couldn’t take care of it,” Mirae explained thoroughly, her eyes shining with fondness.

“Honestly, we don’t know anything about your schedules,” Sungjin admitted nervously, wondering why JYP had never contacted them about the other camp’s activities. Maybe he really didn’t pay as much attention to the issue as Mirae’s superiors. Maybe they couldn’t even call it an issue since kids were bound to get along after a while, so why would have it mattered anyway?

“Until one of us knows, it’s okay,” the female voiced out reasonably, making Sungjin let out a genuine smile. He could already see why she was a team leader, she was not only confident and smart, but she could also make the younger ones listen to her. Even Young K, Wonpil and Dowoon were all different kind of leaders when it came to the kids in the camp, so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that Mirae was also totally unique.

“And will we have another event together?” Sungjin asked smoothly, secretly curious if he could see her again.

“Well, our encounter yesterday wasn’t even planned, so I think only time will tell.” She shrugged her shoulders, not even giving a proper answer to his question, but maybe she was just as smooth as Sungjin himself, and she knew exactly when and where they would meet up again.

“Alright, then don’t tell me classified information,” Sungjin joked, acting like he was so sulky, and the girl smacked him in the chest.

“You are almost as nosy as the girls.”

“I’ve just wanted to know if your girls will steal our Minho again,” he teased with a wide grin, pointing at the guy who was laughing freely with the six girls around him. He seemed to have fun with them, and even though his team leader knew that he couldn’t have fallen in love with all of the six girls, at least he had made some new friends too.

“If you are that curious, I can reassure you that we’ll steal your Minho only twice in the future,” Mirae responded with a cheeky smile.

Sungjin was aware of the fact that they could still meet more than twice (just like yesterday which was indeed unplanned), but it seemed unfair that they were so close, yet they didn’t frequently bump into each other. At least, it seemed unfair to him considering that he wanted to see her more.

“Alright, alright, that’s not too bad,” Sungjin concluded with an unfathomable facial expression, and may it be leader instinct or the fact that he didn’t check on the boys for a while, but he looked at the youngsters just in time to see when Changbin almost choked on some rucola.

“Oh gosh, Changbin, are you okay?” He ran to the boy to hit his back a few times, helping the boy to cough some more. The dark-haired kid merely nodded but he couldn’t talk for the time being because he was still caught up in the aftermath of his actions.

“Y-yeah, sure,” he managed the words out after he was over the worst part of his coughing and held onto Sungjin’s shoulder until he became himself again.

“Drink some water to help your insides going!” Sungjin suggested gently as he went back to his own water bottle to give it to the poor boy who received it thankfully. Maybe that was the first time Sungjin could earn a thankful smile from the usually closed off guy, and the fact that he could achieve something like this warmed his heart a bit. Of course, he wouldn’t have admitted it for the world, yet he was extremely thankful that he could be there for him, and he didn’t dismiss his help. For moments like this, everything that he had to endure during those two weeks was worth it.

“Thanks,” Changbin said as he let go of Sungjin’s shoulder and let out the last cough of his. When the team leader made sure that he was really okay, he retreated back to Mirae, and sat down with a sigh.

“Is he okay?” the girl inquired though she was probably not as worried as she had been if Sungjin hadn’t taken care of the boy.

“Yeah, sure.”

“You are really good with kids,” Mirae complimented casually, and it wasn’t the first time he had heard the exact same words, but it was definitely the first he felt uncharacteristically nervous because of such a compliment. Hearing it from someone like her did mean a lot to him.

“Oh well, I’m just trying my best,” he remarked gently, thinking of all the times he had managed to assist the children and prevent any mishaps. Needless to say, mishaps were likely to occur, and even if he had been their father, he couldn’t have saved them from some bruises and falls, but until everyone was happy and in one piece, it was okay. Kids recovered quickly, both from injuries and bad memories, so he wasn’t as worried about them as he had been when he first started out as a team leader.

“Alright, everyone, let’s go up that watch-out tower!” Jae announced with a clap of his hands, and Sungjin could have strangled him in that moment for ruining his moment.

“I’ll go back to my girls then,” Mirae said with a bitter smile and stood up to brush the dust off her jeans.

“Sure, see you soon then!” Sungjin waved in her direction, not knowing what else to do because he couldn’t have made her stay.

“Sooner than you think.” She winked and before he could ask what she meant by that, she was already out of his reach, taking care of her own team.

“I’m pretty sure that he’s really whipped now,” Jisung muttered under his breath, but of course Sungjin could still hear it. When he looked at the kid who was smirking from ear to ear, he wished he could swipe that smirk off his face, yet he was right after all. He was really whipped for Mirae, and they didn’t even speak a lot. What was in the air, really?

The two exchanged a few glances here and there in the next hour while they were going up and down the watch-out tower with different groups and started wrapping up their picnic in the resting area. For some odd reason, Felix couldn’t stop singing High School Musical songs the whole time, and when the high notes part came, and his voice resembled a pan that fell onto the ground, Bang Chan covered the younger’s boy mouth to shut him up but it was no use since the moment he removed his hand, he went back to Something New anyway. Sungjin shook his head at the boy’s antics, yet he couldn’t stop smiling while they were walking back to their base.

He really hoped that Mirae was right and that they would meet sooner than he would have assumed.

 Two days passed and still no sign of Mirae or the kids from the other camp. As they were situated on the completely opposite sides of the lake, and for safety reasons, even those cabins were pretty far from the lake, there was no chance of them even interacting if they didn't go near the lake.

During those two days, they had a games' night when the different teams were competing against each other in almost every possible game including football, cheerleading, arm wrestling, mini archery, IQ quizzes, roleplays from famous kdramas and Activity. Then, the next day, they had a bake-off between the different cabins, and needless to say, it turned out to be a literal mess. Considering that even Sungjin's team was in two different cabins, he didn't know where to help out, and some kids looked like they had never set foot in the kitchen. Hyunjin almost turned on the mixer when Jisung's hand was still in the dough, Seungmin poured too much milk into the mixture and was surprised when it turned out odd while Woojin still couldn't let go of the BBQ idea. Bang Chan and Minho were the ones who tried their best to keep their cabins together, plus they knew a thing or two about baking, so they could save their teams from complete failure.

Young K's team was, on the other hand, a complete mess, and since the guy himself liked eating more than making food for himself, he nodded to every idea the kids had, and that's how even the two cabins had completely different cookies from the very same ingredients. Moonbin, Sanha, Rocky, Chani and Hwiyoung ended up making vanilla-raspberry muffins with star and heart shaped food decoration and even though the dough stuck to the baking paper, it was at least edible. Q, Hwall, Kevin and Taeyang made a chocolate-raspberry dough and put it on the tray with all kinds of edible decoration and called it a cake. It was a bit too sugary and a bit too artificial because of the amount of artificial colouring they put into the mixture, but the taste wasn’t so bad.

Wonpil's cabins were the best as always as the girls were really good at cooking and baking too. Even those who were not so interested in baking took part in the making, melting Wonpil's heart with their efforts. Wonpil was watching them from a safe distance, murmuring to himself how lucky he was to get a team like this.

Surprisingly, out of the boys, Dowoon's two cabins were the best ones, at least their cookies looked decent and their tastes were good, too. Plus, the way Hendery smiled throughout the whole preparation warmed everyone's heart. Though everyone knew that Dowoon would have complimented the outcome even if the boys had totally messed it up because last year he even ate a totally burnt cake just to save his team's pride. Needless to say, he had a horrible stomach ache for the rest of the day.

The two days were eventful, that's for sure, yet despite it all, Sungjin missed talking to her the most, and he had already regretted not asking for her number. That way at least he could have contacted her even if they had been on the opposite sides of the lake.

He was already starting to give up when on the third day after they met, everyone was invited for a movie night to watch Spiderman: Homecoming. It was an outside event, the movie was shown on a screen beside the lake and it shouldn't have come as a surprise that the other camp was also there since it was organized by the dude who ran the whole place including the two camp sites with the lake and the secluded forest.

When Sungjin settled down with his own kids, he caught sight of the confident team leader who had just sat down with her girls, lying down on the blanket with the six girls. Mirae was also searching for a familiar face, Sungjin was sure that she was looking for him becaseu she stopped looking around only when she caught sight of him. They both broke into a huge smile when they exchanged a look.

“You can go, you know.” Bang Chan nudged his shoulder, pointing in Mirae's direction.

Sungjin suddenly felt guilty for being so obvious that even the kids themselves realized that something must have been going on with those two. Yet, he really couldn't help it; Mirae was really charming, and the more time he spent without her, the more he wanted to see her. It was crazy that he was already missing her when he couldn’t see her for two days, yet it was the truth.

“Ah no, I can't let you be alone,” Sungjin protested right away and shook his head in disbelief. He couldn’t just leave those kids alone, they could have seriously hurt others or themselves. He always put the kids' safety first. Always.

“Come on! We are just watching a movie, nothing can go wrong,” Bang Chan reasoned, giving a slight pat on the team leader’s shoulder to prompt him to move. Sungjin knew that he was right, yet he was still very much unconvinced about the whole idea.

“You sure?” He furrowed his eyebrows, yet the 17-year-old guy nodded so hard that his head almost fell off.

“Yeah, sure. Just go!”

With a few more encouraging smiles and nudges, Sungjin was finally reassured enough to get up and walk towards Mirae and her girls. It didn't take a lot of time for the little group to realize that he was approaching them; when the wavy-haired girl squealed, so did the rest of them, and soon enough they pushed Mirae towards Sungjin.

“We don't want to see you until the end of the movie. Period,” the shortest girl (maybe she was Soyeon, Sungjin couldn't really recall her name) told their team leader who seemed so shy all of a sudden. It looked like Mirae wasn’t the boss here anymore, it was rather the teenage girl who literally told her off.

“Alright, but take care of yourself and let me know if something happens or if any of you need anything,” Mirae told them after she had recovered from the shock her own team caused her, furrowing her eyebrows worriedly.

“Yeah, sure, we will, just go! Don't make your Prince Charming wait too long,” the girls chattered cheerfully and laughed when they saw how red the two adults' faces became. They were sure not prepared for such reactions from their kids.

They silently decided to move away from the mass of people, so they decided on a little bench that wasn’t far from the scene, but it was far enough for them to at least hear each other properly.

“The kids are surely up for something,” Sungjin remarked with a soft giggle, earning a joyous laughter from the girl.

“I wonder what,” she topped his comment with a wide smile, and she was so beautiful under the sunset, Sungjin had a hard time breathing. She was painted crimson by the last rays of sunshine on the horizon and her jet-black hair seemed chest-nut brown in the midst of the colour palette that the nature has created around them. Her eyes seemed to be holding the stars that would soon move onto the night sky, shining and twirling in joy and affection. Her laugh added a mesmerizing melody to the background music that was presented by the chattering of the kids, the chirping of the birds and the sound of the scattering leaves. Everything was so picturesque, and her feminine charms added even more to the beauty of the sunset. It was crazy how beautiful she was in her own natural way; no make-up, no lipstick, only her nails were painted baby blue, but it was probably the girls’ work and not her own.

“So what have you been up to these days with the kids?” Mirae inquired and curiously titled her head. Sungjin blinked a few to get back to reality and to avoid staring at the girl so intensely. Although he was pretty sure he had already messed up the latter.

That’s how he started talking about the bake-off and the games’ night and their solely camp-related conversation soon turned into getting to know each other, about the other’s family, brothers and sisters, their university studies, dream jobs, most memorable memories when they themselves were kids at camps, family vacation stories and their favourite foods. Sungjin may have embarrassed himself once or twice but Mirae was an excellent company, she couldn’t stop laughing at his facial expressions, and her laughter was contagious. Once, even a group of children turned back to shush them because they were being loud while it was time for a confession scene, and they almost died of laughter, they tried so hard to contain their emotions.

Sungjin never knew that he could get to know so much about someone in such a short spare of time, yet since they were both quite talkative, it all went well. On top of that, they were both the types to use hand gestures while talking, small wonder Mirae once accidentally hit Sungjin’s head when she was talking about a family holiday of hers. Yet, they merely laughed it off, there was nothing to be sorry about.

It was already the end of the movie with the credits list when they realized that they would need to go back to their own groups before they would make a mess without adult supervision.

“Wait!” Sungjin yelled after Mirae before she could scamper away, leaving him in misery for another few days. “Can you… I don’t know… at least give me your phone number, so that I can contact you?” he inquired nervously, tilting his head. He usually didn’t find it hard to bring up such topics, but he was oddly anxious when it came to the ever so confident team leader.

Mirae let out a soft chuckle in response and nodded her head.

“Of course,” she gave in without hesitation and told him her number on the spot. Even when she left, Sungjin was smiling to himself at the number on his screen, not quite believing what had just happened.

He was sure one very lucky man.

 “What’s good everybody?” said Jae that night, walking into the organizing committee’s cabinet like he was on the runway with such posture. Then, he pointed at his phone, wiggling his eyebrows to add to the whole ruckus. “I’m sending this song to our local lover boy, Bob the Builder!” he hollered gleefully, his trademark smile never leaving his face.

Everyone looked at him as if he had lost it; Wonpil blinked confusedly, looking like he was about to solve a Maths question with that furrowed eyebrows of his, Young K was grinning to himself even though it could be seen that he was merely there for the drama, he actually had no idea what was going on while Dowoon merely turned over and went back to sleep. Sungjin was the only one who knew exactly what the lanky guy had tried to imply, that’s why he was the only one whose face remained stern.

“I wanna know, know, know… what is love?” Jae busted from his phone, the lyrics accompanied by his stupid high school cheerleading dance. Young K snorted at the sight, covering his mouth not to make a lot of noise while Wonpil still resembled a statue.

“Mind sharing with us what’s going on?” Young K inquired as he glanced at Sungjin who let out a sigh. He knew there was no way he could hide it from the other guys, plus they were his friends after all. No matter how annoying they could be, they deserved to know the truth.

“There’s this girl who’s a team leader in the other camp and we’ve started talking.”

“And he’s also asked for her number!” Jae butted in with a knowing smirk, winking at the so-called lover boy.

“Yes, we’ve exchanged numbers, too,” Sungjin admitted as he put his hands into the air. There was really no way he could have got away with it if Jae was around. Considering that he was in charge of the group activities and didn’t supervise a group all day long, he had a lot of time to examine every single thing in the camp and to catch up with everything that was going on.

“Oh, nice one, dude!” Young K clapped his hands, cheering his friend on. Wonpil, who was lying down on the bed beside Sungjin’s, merely gave him a wide, supportive smile. He was always more serious and reserved than others, yet even his little actions meant a lot to him.

“And guess who’s managed to organize a bonfire night for both camps?” Jae asked overly enthusiastically, and even without waiting for a second, he exclaimed. “Yep, that’s right, it was me! So who’s your favourite boy, Bob?” he shouted into Sungjin’s ears when he got close to the boy.

Sungjin was more dumbfounded by the words he had said than by his actions, that’s why he didn’t push him away. Otherwise, he would have told him off right away.

“When it’s going to take place?” Wonpil spoke up for the first time since Jae’s grand entrance, yet the blonde guy couldn’t have been happier about the fact that he had decided to join in.

“This Sunday, my friend,” he answered immediately, then leaned closer to Sungjin to whisper into his ears. “Hope you’ll gonna thank me one day, buddy,” he remarked playfully, then patted Sungjin’ shoulder and continued on signing to the Twice the top of his lungs much to Dowoon’s annoyance who woke up from his peaceful sleep.

On the other hand, Sungjin couldn’t have cared less about Jae’s childish behaviour because his mind was already preoccupied with the news of the bonfire night. He immediately texted Mirae, asking if she had known about it, and she confirmed that she got to know about it during their daily meeting with the team leaders. She event sent a smiley emoji to him which warmed his heart, and his expression must have been expressive too since Young K cooed at him and Wonpil gave him a toothy smile.

“He’s so cute when he’s in love,” Young K mumbled to himself, but it was loud enough for him to hear it. Though he couldn’t deny it, instead he threw his pillow at the boy who grinned even wider after that.

Man, it was difficult to have such friends.

 After that, Sungjin felt like he was a part of a modern comedy. It seemed that the whole camp knew about his feelings towards Mirae and vice versa. Not just his kids but even bratty ones such as Chani gave him glances whenever they walked past him, and girls gushed over the fact that the team leader was all heart eyes for another team leader from the other camp.

As promised, Jae managed to get the bonfire night organized without any inconveniences, and he even tried to help Sungjin out by looking over the Stray Kids himself while Sungjin was talking with Mirae, yet it ended in Seungmin’s clothes catching fire and Jeongin almost burning himself when he wanted to reach for his sausage that fell into the fire, plus Woojin was still not over the fact that he hasn’t eaten chicken for almost a week, so Jae seemed more stressed after only a few minutes with the kids from the 8th and 9th cabin than he was all his life.

Needless to say, it wasn’t the first time things got out of control when others merely tried to help them to meet up again. When Minho and the six girls tried to set them up and got a whole picnic date ready, Yuqi twisted her ankle in the morning, and Mirae had to be there for her the whole day (at least, she wanted to be there for her) until she made sure that Yuqi was doing okay, and that the other five girls would assist her whenever she needed help. Not to mention the time when Young K invited Mirae over to their cabin for a dinner, yet it turned out that Sungjin was on a night trip with his group, so she was introduced to the other guys instead, and she had the opportunity to see a very dumbfounded Jae as he was walking out of the bathroom half-naked, a toothbrush hanging from his mouth, a very shy Dowoon who didn’t know what to say to the girl, an angelic Wonpil who smiled the whole time and praised Sungjin as much as he could and an overly anxious Young K who mentally killed himself over and over again for messing things up so badly.

Though there were times when they could finally meet up, usually during sleepless nights and at the break of dawn when the kids were still sleeping, yet they gladly gave up their precious sleep just to talk a bit or to see each other a bit more. The more they met, the harder he fell for her, and he knew there was really no going back. The thought of Mirae occupied his thoughts all day long, and he waited to see her every day like a kid waits for Christmas every year. He was still a kid at heart, of course he was, yet this newfound enthusiasm really made him feel like a child, just like the ones he was watching over. Sometimes it was enough for him to know that she was doing okay, and no one fell into a trash bin in the other camp (yep, it happened once with a guy named Wong Yukhei), other times he was over the moon hearing her laughter that could light up his heart more than any firework could.

Yet, as all good things come to an end, the two-week long camp was also nearing its end very soon, and just when things were about to get serious, they already had to start packing. The goodbye was inevitable, therefore they decided to meet up personally before Sungjin and JYP’s students would leave since Mirae and the other kids came later, so they also stayed a bit more.

Sungjin was uncharacteristically nervous on the day of their departure, and when all was well and every student was on the bus that would take them back to Seoul, his eyes were searching for the oh so familiar orbs. They had agreed on meeting at 9 as the bus would take off at 9:30, so they would have some time for themselves, yet it was nearing 9:15 and the girl was nowhere to be seen. He was a bit afraid that she had forgotten about it even though he knew well that she hadn’t forgotten about anything. He had a hunch that something had happened at the camp and she couldn’t leave earlier, so when Mirae came panting and catching her breath, he knew that he was right.

“I’m so sorry, Shuhua was pranked by the girls and I needed to calm her down before she would set fire to the whole cabinet. Oh my gosh, I was so afraid that I wouldn’t get here on time,” Mirae explained so fast that Sungjin could barely get the words out.

“It’s okay, it’s really okay,” he reassured her as he put a hand on her shoulder, and merely laughed it off. Even her presence was enough to pacify his crazily beating heart. Even her voice was enough to make him feel satisfied even though they were about to say goodbye.

“I really wanted to say a proper goodbye,” Mirae admitted with a bittersweet smile, unsaid confessions and worries hiding behind her ever so lovely smile. Even if she had been running to get here, even if her hair was in a really messy bun and her clothes were still dirty from the previous night’s storm, she was so utterly beautiful.

“You know we don’t have to,” he said gently, his hand not leaving her shoulder. “We can keep talking even when the camp ends.”

“Well, after all, we live and study in the same city.” She nodded and let out a relieved sigh. Maybe she was afraid that Sungjin wouldn’t want to see her after the camp. Maybe she was afraid that he didn’t feel the same way. He couldn’t tell why she was so relieved all of a sudden, but her reaction prompted him to ask the question he had been meaning to ask for a while.

“You want to grab lunch with me when you finish here?”

Mirae froze for a second before her lips started curling upwards, eyes shining with joy. Sungjin thought that he had totally messed up everything when her eyes widened, yet it seemed that she was merely surprised about his question and not shocked.

“Sure.” She nodded enthusiastically and seeing her smile becoming wider and wider was like watching the sun rise on the horizon. “Is it a date?” she blurted out cheekily, and now it was Sungjin’s turn to get surprised.

Yet, he assumed that because she asked such a question, she actually thought of the possibility of them having a date. Which meant that he could also think that way.

“Yes, it is,” he concluded with a nod of his head.

“Then, it is,” she repeated with a wide grin and cutely scrunched her nose when her cheeks turned really red. Sungjin would have never thought that he would see the ever so confident and quite solemn team leader become so embarrassed. but he was glad that he could see yet another side of her.

“Get on, lover boy! We need to go!” Jae hollered after him, breaking their little moment into tiny little pieces.

When Sungjin rolled his eyes, Mirae slightly nudged his shoulder.

“Go!” She pointed at the bus where the kids were waiting for their scene to come to an end. Sungjin knew that they had been watching the whole thing from afar, yet he hoped that they didn’t hear a thing. “We’ll see each other soon anyway,” she promised with a sweet smile and before he could even respond to that, she gave him a quick peck on the cheeks and turned on her heel.

“Oh my gosh, she kissed him!”

“Shut up, Jeongin! That was only a kiss on the cheek!”

“I saw what I saw!”

“Then get new glasses!” Seungmin snorted and rolled his eyes at the youngest’s antics.

Needless to say, this year’s camp was full of twists and turns, but at least they were all in one piece and they had one more lover boy in the crew.

Maybe next year’s going to be even better.

#day6writersnet #kwritersworldnet #kpopwritingnet #kreativewritersnet #day6 #sungjin #day6 scenarios #sungjin scenarios #day6 imagines #sungjin imagines #day6 fluff #day6 comedy #sungjin fluff #sungjin comedy #i know it's not the most creative title but i really wanted to share it with you all so here you go #i loved writing about the kids especially stray kids #it was so much fun #restless_maknae #restlessmaknae #my story

[day6-writings]

Did you just- did you just REBLOG something? Are you back?! There’s a hole in my heart where I’ve been missing your writing! 🖤

So, groundbreaking news is: I AM ALIVE!

Usually I answer asks with something sarcastic but this ask was genuinely adorable. Like u actually noticed I’d gone and come back asdfghjkl. You’re the sweetest, m’love.

To actually answer your question though, I am actually writing. I have some stuff underway so you can be excited for that 🖤

#day6 #day6 reaction #day6writersnet #day6 scenarios #kpop #jae #day6writers #day6 drabble #dowoon #wonpil

[day6imagines]

Kindergarten Rules.

@anonymousfangirl08  asked:

Can I request a fluff with Sammy, where Jae is my brother and he's kind of protective but approves of us anyway? 😂 Thank you in advanced

(the subs(?) have nothing to do with this lmao i just wanted a gif with Sammy and Jae)

member: Sammy x reader and older brother Jae

genre: fluff

word count: 1.3k 

summary:  You and Jae had a rule ever since kindergarten that you could never ‘like like’ each other's friends. But Kim Woosung was an exception ... right?

You could feel your heartbeat in your chest and with every shaky breath, you got more nervous. You could barely even drink your latte because of how much your hands were shaking. You were nervously awaiting the arrival of your older brother Jae. You decided to meet him at the coffee shop close to his rehearsal studio. This wasn’t how you guys normally met up considering how close you both were. you normally didn't plan to meet and would just hang out at each other's apartments but today was different because today you would be telling Jae about your current boyfriend. And there were two main reasons as to why you were so nervous.

The first being that all your past relationships have ended badly, always with you left broken hearted and turning to your brother who is also your best friend for comfort. It all started with your first boyfriend in high school who completely stole your heart and broke it five weeks later when you found out he cheated on you. You were in such a mess and didn't go to school the next day, that evening Jae came home with cuts and bruises on his knuckles. At first, you flipped and were so angry with Jae but once you realised that he this was his way of protecting you, you calmed down. Ever since then when you’ve always gone to Jae after a breakup and ranted with him. This way you got it out and felt much better and Jae didn’t go after your boyfriends because he’s too busy looking after you. Your past relationships made Jae very overprotective and he never approved of your boyfriends.

The second reason you were so nervous to tell Jae about your relationship was that the boy you were dating was one of his best friends Woosung who also went by Sammy, You and Jae had a rule ever since kindergarten that you could never ‘like like’ each other's friends. This has proven hard over the years considering you guys were only a year apart and shared a lot of mutuals friends. You both agreed that it would be awkward and would cause problems after a breakup if you dated each other's friends. But you and Woosung couldn’t help how you felt.

You met Woosung at Jae's apartment when you showed up unexpectedly with a box set of ‘Brooklyn Nine-Nine’, a large pizza and news about one of your good friends getting engaged. You were feeling down and a bit jealous of your friend so you decided to go see Jae who you weren’t expecting to have guests.

“Oh sorry, I didn't know Jae was having guests over! I’ll let you guys continue with your night.”

“No, stay. Jaes out getting food and its only me here you aren’t interrupting anything. I’m woosung by the way.”

“Ah, Woosung I’ve heard about you. I’m Y/N.”

“Jae's sister?”

“The one and only.”

You and Woosung sat down next to each other and instantly hit it of. You both had a lot in common and he was easy to talk to. He made you forget that you were upset and why you were there in the first place. You both were laughing about something and you didn't hear your older brother walk in. He was surprised to see you there and also in such a good mood because he had heard about your friend and expected you to be feeling down and seeking his comfort not for you to be clutching your stomach from laughing so hard. He was overcome with emotions. He was happy to see you happy but angry that you were getting close to one of his close friends as well as slightly irritated because it was his job to cheer you up not Woosungs.

“Hey Y/N! Hey uh, Woosung can you come with me to get plates?”

“Yeah, sure!”

Once the boys left you still felt on a high from Woosung. It’s been a very long time since someone could make you that happy and it scared you. Woosung came back into the room surprisingly without any plates and sat down on the opposite side of the couch. Weird. Jae was soon to follow him with plates and cutlery and sat in between you both. The night continued as if nothing weird happened and you had a great time with your brother and Woosung who was a little quieter for the rest of the night.

The next few days after that night you couldn't get Woosung off your mind. You couldn't wait to see him and talk to him again but you didn't know when that would happen. You were thinking all this on your way to your favourite coffee shop near campus. Once inside and coffee ordered you scanned the shop in search of an empty table or fellow student you could sit with.

“Y/N?” You turned around and saw the one and only Woosung sitting at a table by himself. He was wearing perfectly ripped jeans and a black bomber jacket. He smiled up at you causing your heart to melt. “Do you wanna sit?”

“Yeah thanks!” There was a slightly awkward silence until you broke it. “So, I’m just going to say it cause if I don’t I'll regret not saying and if I do I’ll still regret it but Woosung, I like you like I know that it seems sudden considering we just met but give me the chance to get to know you?”

“Wow i- well, to be honest, I like you too but Jae made it clear that he wasn’t cool with me getting close to you the other night and Jaes my best friend but I wanna get to know you Y/N. I’m really confused at the moment.”

“Jaes just worried about me. How about we see what this is and if we think it could be serious we tell Jae. Deal?”

“Deal.”

Weeks turned into months of being with Woosung and it was finally the day to tell Jae and that's why you were so nervous. Jae could be unpredictable at times but he always wants what's best for you and you truly believe that Woosung was that and that's all that matters at the end of the day.

Jae entered the coffee shop and flashed you a smile. He ordered his usual and sat down across from you.

“So you had something important to tell me.”

“Yeah… I do.” Jae could sense your nervousness and began to panic.

“What happened?! You’re not pregnant are you?!”

“Jae no calm down… well, I guess I’ll just say it. Woosung and I are in a relationship and have been for a few months now. I know we had a rule against dating friends but it’s pretty serious and he makes me happy.”

“That’s it?”

“Did you even hear me? What do you mean that's it?

“Well we all knew, his members and mine including me, You guys weren't really that good at hiding it. We all made bets on how long it would take for you to tell me. I know owe Wonpil a meal. Great.”

“Wait seriously?”

“Yep.” Jae then dropped the conversation and began talking about their upcoming comeback and ideas for Jaesix season two. You both stayed there until closing and Jae walked you back to your apartment.

“NIght Jae. Text me when you get home safe.”

“Will do oh and Y/N?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m happy for you both, a tiny bit hurt you didn't tell me sooner and I’m sorry if I came across as too protective I just want what's best for you and I believe that Woosungs good enough for my little sister and if he even thinks of breaking your heart I’ll kill him”

“Don't worry he won't.”

“I know.”

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[ozzball]

→    ▼ DAY6 ♪ →  pocket sized you - Jae

» lmaO » he got you as a present from Brian » he crossed out "from young k" and wrote " with love, Brian lmao" » he avoided opening your box » but then you got out yourself » you hid in his clothes » y'all went for d a y s without seeing each other » until he took out one of his favourite shirts and you rolled out » *queue high pitched scream from both* » "hi lmao" » "what aRe yoU" » "r00d" » ur cute af » thanks for existing » thanks Brian but mostly you » likes watching you do things for him » like spreading nutella over his toast » is2g if this boi dOnt LiKe nUTELLA » lmao » "don't hurt urself tho" » "yeye" » once he brought the boys over for practice since Sungjin couldn't deal » he made you hide lmao ain't nobody gonna steal his precious » you told him wonpil was lowkey cute » "LmAO WHERE" » he didn't talk to you » for three days » you heard him sing sad songs on the third » "where'd u get dem voOcals" » "my mother's vagina" » he does like u » highkey » but too dumb to figure out that u like him too » "I wanna be smol like u" » just like last time when he was pocket sized, he looks up how to become your size » he finds pocket sized porn » hE jUsT wAnTs tO bE sMoL » let jae live 2k17

#pocket sized #pocket sized kpop #day6writersnet #day6 #day6 jae #day6 park jaehyung #jae #park jaehyung

[ahgaru]

Happy Days // Day6 fic; Days Gone By inspired

Pairing: Young K x Reader, and secret :P Word count: 1,269 Characters: Young K, Reader, minor mentions of other Day6 members, Eric Nam, Park Jimin/Jamie, Baek Ayeon

Past and present, reminiscing, happy days to happier days.

Did not proofread, excuse the mistakes

Younghyun looks at his side and meets your eyes. You smile at him as you continue to walk down the aisle. That small curve of lips you show him reaches his heart and he can’t help but smile back.

As you fix your eyes in front again, he lets out a soft breath. He moistens his lips as he puts a hand in his pocket.

As your feet stride forward, his mind runs back down his memory lane.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

You flipped your head towards him because of his sudden query. You gripped the railing and straightened up before shaking your head. You darted your eyes back on the sunset.

“I was just wondering how many sunsets we’ll be able to watch together,” her eyes traced the reflection of the sun on the surface of the sea. “A thousand more?”

Younghyun’s lips stretched into a smile. He drew you closer to him, causing him to side-hug you. “A million more. Or a billion more? We have eternity together so I’m sure we would lose count.”

“Eternity,” you nodded. “Let’s ask someone to put our bodies together when our time here on earth ends,” you chuckled. “So that even if our souls are elsewhere--still together--our remains here on earth would also be still together. Now that’s eternity,” you laughed loudly.

Younghyun almost shook his head. He bites his lower lip to curb himself from chuckling.

Now you’re walking to the path of your eternity. He looks up once again and his gaze shifts a little bit towards the right, and it lands on Eric and Jimin (both your and Younghyun’s good friends) standing, holding a mic, and singing. There’s also Wonpil who’s accompanying them with the piano.

As he looks back to Eric and Jimin, who are now facing each other, still singing, another series of images flash in his mind.

“What do you want to be in the future?” You quizzed right after you plopped on your seat across him.

He was reading a book, probably reviewing for exams tomorrow. He stared at you blankly, trying to figure out why you asked the question out of the blue.

“A billionaire?” You chortled. “A singer? You’re good at singing! Or perhaps a musician! You and Eric could be a duo!”

Younghyun creased his forehead. “Eric is old.”

Your jaw dropped and you threw him an accusing look before playfully slapping his arm. “He’s not old. And he doesn’t really look like older than you.”

“You’re saying we look like we’re at the same age? Do I look old?”

You laughed and threw him a piece of crumpled paper that was on the table. “I was saying that Eric just looks young. It’s just 6 years.”

“Yeah, and by the time I’d be on my mid-twenties, he’d already be on his early thirties.”

“That doesn’t matter. Now back to the question, what would you want to be?” you leaned forward and pierced your eyes on his.

He thought for a bit before a playful smile started to form. “I want to be a father of a soccer team.”

You furrowed your forehead and it was his time to laugh.

“Only a soccer team?” You challenged. “Do you want to add a basketball team?”

His laughter halted and he gazed at you mirthfully. He leaned forward. “I’m really so lucky to have you.”

You grinned as you drew your face closer to his. “I know,” you let out a soft chuckle before planting a peck on his lips.

Remembering those days fills his heart with warmth. He’s satisfied. He scans the faces of the crowd. They’re overwhelmed. Most are all smiles and few are in tears. He looks ahead and sees Jae and Dowoon, looking more handsome and in their suit and tie, and with their hairs done. Dowoon, the one whom you think of as a little brother, is almost as red as the carpet you walked on. Jae, your childhood friend, is showing a tight smile, preventing his tears from falling.

Everything is almost a blur. Younghyun can’t really comprehend what people are saying or the solemniser in the center since the beginning of the ceremony. But he hears every word that leaves your mouth when you say your vow--loud and clear--while holding the hand of the man you love the most, your eternity.

You’re so beautiful in your white long dress that is hugging you, showing your curves. You aren’t really the sexy type, yet you look so perfect in it. You’re the most beautiful today--not just in one’s eyes, but to everyone in the place.

You’re beautiful like your memories together. You had little quarrels but there were really no sad days. There was comfort in silent conversations. There was security with each other’s gaze.

"Ah, what happy days. It was like a dream. Now though there won’t be more I’m going to leave them in the past... " Younghyun thinks and smiles silently as he lets his gaze linger on you.

“You may now seal your union with a kiss,” the vow master pronounces as the crowd gets excited.

“Go get it, Park Sungjin!” someone cheers and everyone laughs.

The groom, Sungjin, shakes his head. He bites his lips and brushes his palm on his shaved head before sealing the marriage.

Younghyun smiles at the sight. There’s no regret. Sure, the period after your break up was hard. It was a very rough road. He missed you a lot. Pain and sadness engulfed him. But it’s been long. And he has accepted it for quite a while now, too.

Delicate fingers grasp Younghun’s hand. He looks at his side and his eyes meet hers.

“You okay?”

“I’m okay, Ayeon,” he smiles at her as he intertwines their fingers. “I’ve always been okay since you found me.”

He was lost. He kept on walking in circles, trying to forget you yet always find himself trying to get back to you. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know which way to go. He was trapped in a maze and he would always find himself at the starting point. But she found him and led him out of that maze.

He told her everything. She knew about you. He told her how much he loved you. She knows how much he loves him now.

Yes, there’s no regret.

Younghyun looks at her intently. He can’t believe how blessed he is to have Ayeon by his side. She saw how broken he was yet he accepted him. Now he’s whole again. She knew the risk she was going to take, the uncertainties that would haunt her, the doubts that will keep knocking on her mind, yet she opened her heart. When Younghyun entered her heart, the fear slowly faded.

She has learned how to believe in what he feels for her. She came to believe in what they both have.

Younghyun’s thumb caresses the back of Ayeon’s hand before he lifts it close to his mouth and plant a kiss on it. “I love you,” he whispers.

Ayeon nods and shows a soft smile. “I know. I love you, too.”

Younghyun squeezes her hand softly yet firmly before looking at the newly wed couple again. You sure had happy days together--days gone by. Now both of you are in a different journey for happier days you’ll have in your lives.

“Someday,” Younghyun utters softly, almost whispering. He doesn’t intend for Ayeon to hear it, but she hears it still. “It will be the two of us standing in front, sealing the vow of our journey-to-be to never ending happy days.”

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I didn't put YoungK/Ayeon and Sungjin/Reader in the relationship/pairing because tadaaaa~! Surprise surprise! Sorry for those who were disappointed bc of YoungK/Reader expectation till the end but ended up with different people.

Also, I changed the usual "You may now kiss the bride" line.

Anyway, thoughts?

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[youngksbass]

The Rock Show

♥ Young K x Reader

♥ Word Count: 1,158

♥ A/N: a short unedited fluff for @httpyounghyun​ 💖💕 sorry its not super well done but I appreciate you so much!!

You couldn’t help but let out an inhuman noise of excitement as you were scrolling through your newsfeed. Brian glanced up from his computer across from you caught of guard. You were so ecstatic that you were close to freaking out, actually you probably couldn’t even describe your current feeling happiness accurately. You quickly clicked the link to the ticket website, one of your all time favorite bands was going to be in town and you were not going to miss seeing them perform live. Without any thought or hesitation you quickly bought two tickets to the show, a large grin in accomplishment spreading across your features as you received a confirmation of your purchase. Brian was still looking at you, a smile now spread across his face with amusement as he had never seen you behave in such a way before. You came back to earth when your eyes met his across from you, a slight blush appeared on your cheeks due to embarrassment from your behavior. “What was that about?” He asked withholding a slight giggle at your reaction to him staring at you. “What?” You asked playing it off and shutting your laptop lid. Brian shot you a slightly raised eyebrow in return, causing you to reply with an unassuming shrug, “It’s nothing, just a band I like is coming to town soon.” “Oh what one? Let's go!” Brian’s demeanor immediately shifted into that similar to a puppy dog’s, he now resembled you earlier with his aura of excitement. “Oh it’s-“ You realized that it was your favorite metal band, a genre you weren’t sure Brian would be interested in at all, and you immediately froze in embarrassment. This time, it was because you hadn’t really been willing to admit your love for hard rock and metal to Brian before since Day6’s music was much more pop-rock. “-a surprise!” You quickly added to keep him from beginning to guess. Though this did exactly the opposite of that, as you stood to go get a glass of water from the kitchen he latched on to your arm beginning to ask you names of artists and bands. To which you replied no to all of them, only telling him that it was a surprise. Eventually he gave up, though he would on occasion in the weeks before bug you with a guess out of nowhere, like this morning while you were brushing your teeth in the bathroom and he popped his head in with an excited guess before walking away in defeat. It was the evening of the concert and you and Brian were heading to the show, beforehand you had low-key helped pick his outfit choice so that he would fit into the crowd, you may or may not have used the fact that he loved it when you told him he looked good in something… Right now you were walking towards the venue, you both had eaten a very filling dinner before coming to get in line, and you were now starting to see the stereotypical metal show crowd. Brian stood up a bit taller at the sight around him, you covered the small smile at his shift in demeanor to come off as more ‘tough’, and you both got into the line. “So, who are we seeing?” Brian asked looking to you with a bright grin, you were glad that he was still smiling instead of shooting you a worried look like you had expected. “They’re called Cannibal Corpse.” You answered as the line began to move from the crowd beginning to enter the venue, "I hope that you are able to enjoy the show, if not I’ll make it up to you.” You added looking up to him with a reassuring smile, though he didn’t need reassuring, he seemed just as giddy as you felt before the show with a large grin never leaving his face. At your words he slipped his hand into yours and gave it a light squeeze, “Don’t worry, I’m sure I’m going to love the show.” Brian states and you both follow the line into the venue. Would he still feel that way after the show? Is all you could think as you entered the already partially filled general audience area. You both made your way as close as possible to the stage, and as more people began to fill in around you, Brian tugs you closer by the hand that he never let go of in a slightly protective manner so that you won’t be shoved by those around you. Once the venue was full and the lights dimmed you grinned at Brian who smiled right back at you, that smile was one that you knew you would be so fortunate to be able to see all your life, and you couldn’t think of how you were lucky enough to fall in love with the man standing beside you that cared for you equally so…The lights flashed and loud cheers filled the audience as the show began. You sang along to some of your favorite songs and Brian seemed to be having a great time as well, though he was definitely making sure to check your wellbeing every so often to protect you from moshers and crowd-surfers in the audience, and of course out of habit every so often his eyes would fall from the performers on stage to you gleefully singing and cheering along beside him. The concert had finished and you both were walking out of the venue hand in hand and excitedly talking about the show, you decided to go far a late night desert before returning home. You were walking through the cool night air, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. Brian moved from beside you to point to a lit sign ahead of you, his face was illuminated by a streetlight awaiting your response to a remark about getting some ice cream there, and you realized just how lucky you were to have him. You had opened up to him and revealed every side of you, yes now even your metalhead side that before you were slightly embarrassed of having, and he still cared for you and your interests. You took his reached out hand in yours and tugged him along into the parlor, both of you finding your favorite flavors and then taking a seat to enjoy the delicious treats. “So what was your favorite song?” You asked, he held his spoon in his mouth for a moment in thought before thinking of his answer. “It’s the one that went..” He proceeded to floor you by effortlessly repeating the screamed lyrics almost sounding like what you had just heard on stage. After a moment of staring straight at him in shock and a small ‘wow', you only aided in inflating the smug grin that was appearing across his face at your reaction. “So, when is Day6 making their metal album debut?”

#young k x reader #young k imagine #brian kang x reader #kang younghyun #day6 fanfic #day6 x reader #day6writersnet #day6net

[punksungjin]

why won’t you touch me? [park sungjin]

a/n: as a sungjin stan i resonate with him too much on the i-hate-physical-contact area but then again..... i still like some hugs occasionally...... and so this fic was born

summary: it’s cuddle night and sungjin’s girlfriend has been a little too cautious of physical contact.

pairing: park sungjin x reader 

470 words | fluff, boyfriend!sungjin

“Why won’t you touch me?”

Sungjin looks so confused, you want to pat him on the head and put him in your pocket. More than hurt, he looks genuinely puzzled—and maybe rightly so, because you’d been withholding touch from him lately.

“Sungjin—”

“Ah, sorry, I sounded mad,” he murmurs, running a hand through his hair. Sungjin offers you a sheepish smile. “I don’t really mind. I’m just wondering if I, er, did something to make you uncomfortable.”

You shift closer to him. He’s sitting next to you on the couch and slowly, you place your hand on top of his. Gingerly, like he’s an experiment you can’t afford to mess up.

He glances at your hand. His finger, under yours, twitches. “You don’t have to, it’s alright, I was just asking.”

“Sorry, Sungjin,” you say, not taking your hand off his. “I...thought you didn’t like it when I touched you.”

“Me?” He has to draw back and look at you incredulously. “No, I like it—why would you think that?”

You bite the inside of your cheek. Under Sungjin’s intense stare—he doesn’t even have to try, his eyes simply pin you down like that—it’s like you’re being placed under a spotlight. “Um, because I know you don’t really like being touched and I thought maybe you were just putting up with me,” you say. “Sorry.”

“Ah, baby, don’t say sorry...” Sungjin then does something he doesn’t do often: he snakes his arm around you and pulls you closer to his side. “I like you, so I like your touch. Even if I don’t show it.”

You smile at him. “Really?”

“Yes, really,” he says. When you’re this close to him, you can feel his chest rumble as he talks, and it’s a nice feeling. You press a quick kiss to his cheek. He blushes immediately. “That’s—”

“Oh, sorry!” you squeak, trying to scoot away from him to give him a little space. “Was that too much?”

Sungjin, seemingly recovered from the kiss, gives you an amused look. “Y/N, I’m your boyfriend. Kissing me isn’t too much,” he says evenly. “I was going to say that was nice. It’s okay, you don’t have to shy away.”

Aw. You shimmy closer to him, removing all space between the two of you, nearly burying himself into him. You’re grateful he’s allowed you to cuddle him, because his body is just so large and soft it’s like being protected by a big blanket. 

“Then, can I kiss you?” He smiles, and pecks your nose before you can even move, leaving you cross-eyed. Sungjin lets out a boyish giggle. The one you can’t get enough of. "You’re cute when you’re like that.”

“You’re cuter,” you hum, hovering closer. His freckles are like stars across his cheeks. “Kiss me more.”

#literally i would die if someone touched me #but if it was sungjin... my fellow touch allergic god.... #park sungjin #park sungjin x reader #park sungjin imagines #day6 x reader #day6 imagines #sungjin x reader #sungjin imagines #kpop #kpop imagines #day6writersnet #kwritersworldnet #sungjin scenarios #park sungjin scenarios #jim writes

[daysixdreams]

so I wrote a thing again after 99849257942353425 years

#day6 fanfiction #day6writersnet #day6 sungjin #sungjin fanfiction

[softforday6]

Have you read ‘I like you’?

I would like to read your thoughts on it. Like if you enjoy the story, the characters, or if should I give Sungjin or the rest of the guys more ‘lines’ or whatever. (If you didn’t, here’s the first chapter)

:3

#day6 #jae #sungjin #wonpil #dowoon #young k #day6 fan fic #day6 scenario #day6 imagine #day6 smut #kpop fan fic #day6writersnet

[daysswithyou]

Jae - Ghost of You

Characters: Jae x You

Genre: angst

Warnings: mentions of death and blood; please do not read if you are uncomfortable.

Words: 3.5k

Description: too young, too dumb, to know things like love.

Insp: listen to this first, then this (listen to the Ghost of You track from the album in the 2nd link!)

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No matter how many times he relives it, Jae will never get used to this.

The sharp beep of the alarm clock disrupts the peaceful morning atmosphere and pierces through his eardrums. When the alarm keeps ringing, it starts to give Jae a throbbing headache – like the incessant beating of the pedal against a bass drum. Despite his apparent discomfort, he continues to sleep it off, confident that you will wake him up in due time once the alarm has stopped ringing.

You always do – and today will not be any different.

Jae starts the countdown that he has memorised by heart.

“5…4…3…2…1.”

The beeping stops as soon as the words leave his pouty lips, the sound fading away. The soft chirps of the birds through the window sound crisp to his ears; so Jae relishes in the feeling and sinks further into dreamland. It feels like lying on top of a cotton candy cloud; so sweet that he does not ever want to leave.

But an all too familiar voice calls out to him; yours, actually.

Jae, it’s time to wake up.

“5 more minutes sweetheart…”

Baby, you’re going to be late for work. You have to get up now.

“I don’t want to…”

He hears you sigh behind him, and the slight shift in the air tells him that you’re about send a retort his way.

Acting instinctively, Jae turns around one hundred and eighty degrees so that he’s now facing you, and throws an arm over to pull you close so that you’ll stop bugging him to wake up.

But his hands find nothing instead, and the harsh contact of his wrist and the bed springs sent his hand recoiling back, the sharp pang of pain jolting him awake.

His eyes fly open, and instead of finding your face staring back at him, all he sees is the empty side of your bed, the sheets pressed so neatly that not a single crease could be seen.

It’s like you weren’t home last night – and that could not have been closer to the truth.

 She's gone. She's gone.

Not wanting to believe that you were no longer in his life, Jae tries to convince himself that you were still here. Slowly, he lowers his hand onto your side of the bed, eyes trained on the spot where his hand usually comes into contact with your waist. He could still see your sleeping form clearly in his mind; the way you would always inhale through your nose but exhale through your mouth with a little puff of air, the way you'd unconsciously frown in your sleep and how he would always use his thumb to smooth over your wrinkles so that you'll relax. Somehow, your pyjamas were always a size too small so in the middle of the night, through all that tossing and turning, your shirt would always ride up a little, exposing a small strip of skin. Jae always loved holding onto that part when you two of you cuddled. He relished in the feeling of your skin against the palm of his hand; the warmth telling him that you're present and alive.

He lets his hand hover over the bed sheets slightly, clearly hesitating. He's afraid to put it down, terrified of the realisation that comes with that one, simple action of his.

Before he loses his resolve, Jae slams his hand onto the blankets – and it feels like hitting a brick wall.

Cold, hard and painful.

It was all the things that you weren't, and it further cements the reality that you're no longer there. He runs his hands over the sheets,

once,

twice,

thrice.

No matter how many times he does it, Jae cannot feel the residual warmth that you leave behind. But that wasn't the worst part; the worst is the knowledge that what he does will never bring back the warmth that you brought to the bed that both of you used to share. Even though you were no longer physically there, somewhere in his mind, Jae pictures your self hovering over him, yanking the blankets away from him and throwing open the windows to let the sun in. When you do that, he knows that his time for lazing around has officially ended, so Jae pushes himself to sit up on the bed, the act causing him to lose consciousness for a moment.

When his vision restores, amongst the clutter in the room, Jae somehow manages to focus on the one thing that reminds him of you.

That one chicken cup placed on top of the coffee table.

Jae smiles slightly at the memory of how you got it, the corners of his lips lifting ever so slightly as he pictures your smiling face when you presented it to him.

Both of you had decided to exchange wedding gifts, and you seemed to be very proud of your choice. You hid it behind your back all the way, refusing to let him see it until he closed his eyes in order to surprised him.

"Ah...wae...! Can't you just show it to me now?"

"No! It has to be a surprise and in order for it to BE a surprise, you have to close your eyes Jae!"

"I refuse to! I don't want to close my eyes!"

"I really don't remember agreeing to marry a baby; please don't let me question my life decisions."

"Wow. If you say it like that how am I supposed to win?"

"You don't."

You then flashed him your sweetest smile and Jae finally relented and closed his eyes, albeit begrudgingly.

Inching your face closer to his, you made sure that he wasn't peeking through his lashes before slowly, bringing the cups from behind your back and placing them gently in his outstretched hands. The cool sensation of the ceramic cups against this skin caused his eyes to fly open and the moment he saw the printings, he burst out laughing, using the back of his hands to cover his mouth. He continued laughing for the next 5 minutes, completely unable to stop his laughter at all. Between hiccups of laughter and gulps of air, Jae managed to croak out a sentence.

"So this...HAHAHA...was your...oh sweetheart help me I can't stop laughing...idea of a surprise?"

"Why... is it not good?"

One look at your crestfallen face and pouty lips was enough to make Jae stop laughing and start to take the cups seriously. It was obvious that you had gone to great lengths to have the cups custom-made; Jae was convinced that no one would ever mass produce cups of this design. Right below the Mr and Mrs print were the Chicken Little designs and you even had the original, male version of Chicken Little edited to look like what the female version of Chicken Little would. It was undeniably cute, Jae would certainly admit that but the most endearing part was the childlike excitement that you had while presenting it to him. Wanting to see the same light in your eyes, Jae knew just the thing to do to cheer you up.

"Thank you, sweetheart. It's is the best wedding gift ever."

"Well, you're only going to get one in your entire life so of course it has to be the best."

"You're so smart...what do I do with you?"

You finally cracked a smile and cupping your face gently with both hands, Jae pulled you in before giving a long, sweet kiss.

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Years have passed since that incident, but Jae still remembers it as though it happened yesterday. Turning the cup around in his hands, he finds your usual lipstick stain on the rim of the cup. It was fading with time and he knew it wouldn't be long before it would completely disappear. The colour was now faint but Jae could still make it out - it was the peach coloured one that he loved. Your lips always looked so irresistible in that shade and Jae always had to steal a kiss or two. Over the years, he has lost count of the number of times he's kissed those soft lips; there were the short pecks that he'll steal from you on the train, then there were also the sweet ones spent savouring your lips and last but not least, the deep ones where he took his time exploring your mouth and his hands roamed all over.

But all it took was a split second for those happy memories to be shattered and replaced with jarring images; suddenly all he could see was your pale chapped lips and...blood. Lots of it. It was flowing and flowing and Jae didn't know what to do. Placing the cup down with shaky hands, Jae repeatedly slammed his wrist into his head, hoping to beat the pain away but to no avail.  No matter how much he wanted them to stop, the images kept invading his mind and before he lost consciousness, he managed to stumble out of room, tripping and falling along the way.

Yet, the next place he entered wasn't necessarily the happiest place. Instead, it was a place that brought back terrible memories. Stepping inside the kitchen, he notices the counter chairs lying askew; it looked as if people had pushed them out hastily, and in Jae's clouded memories of that day, it was likely to have happened.

 He pushes the chair back slowly, remembering how you always hated the house to be in a mess. His eyes accidentally wander over the broken plate in the sink and it feels like he's reliving the moment again.

Fumbling his cuff links, Jae enters the kitchen already in a foul mood. Not the best way to start the day, especially since he's perpetually been sulky for the past few months. Business was not going well for Jae, and the smallest things irritated him. Today was no different. Sitting down in front of you at the counter, he started shovelling eggs into his mouth with neither a single greeting nor a glance at you. Life as a married couple didn't use to be this way for the both of you, but you've come to accept that perhaps, things have now changed. You were well aware that anything not related to saving his business was the last thing on his mind right now so you've decided to let him do his things and be the supportive partner. You really tried your utmost to not bother him but you had to tell him this.

"Jae."

"What?"

You were taken aback by his curt tone and you felt your determination shrivel. He clearly was not in the mood to listen, and you weren't sure if you still wanted to tell him. He could simply acknowledge the news, or he might throw a fit. Both didn't seem like the rosy scenes that you wished to face.

"Never mind. It's fine, forget that I said anything."

"Don't pull this on me Y/N. You either say it or you don't. Don't tell me that you're going to say something and not say it."

The sudden surge of anger caused Jae to react without thinking, and he shoved the empty plate with too much force; so much that when it collided with the metal sink, it cracked into pieces. Jae saw you flinch at the sudden sound, but he didn't bother to apologise.

"Jae, if you're going to react so badly to all that I say, what's the point of me telling you what I was planning to in the first place?"

Now, Jae too, was dumbfounded by your words. You hardly raise your voice at him and he recognises this particular tone. It was the tone that you used when you were royally pissed off and Jae should know better than to argue with you. But he intends to do it anyways. His mouth opened to form a response but his phone screen lighting up stole his attention instead. Completely forgetting about the ongoing debate, Jae hurriedly answered the call and stood from his seat.

You wanted to let him leave, but a single thought had you shooting up from your seat and latching onto him.

No, he has to know. I have to let him know.

Running after him that was already by the door, you held onto his wrists and whisked him around.

"Just spare me a minute Jae. You have-"

"Y/N, please just stop distracting me. This is a really important deal. We can talk about this later when we're home."

He sees the light in your eyes die and when he feels your hand falling from his wrist, he turns to leave the house, slamming his door on the way out.

 Then the memory ends and Jae cannot remember what happens for the rest of the day until he got the earth-shattering call. The call that changed his world forever. That was also the last time he saw you, alive and well.

Was this way you left?

The more he thinks about it, the more certain Jae was the he was the reason you left and the argument was the breaking point. Jae needed to take out his anger, and the nearest object became the victim of his fury. Swinging his arm back as far as he could, he hurled the broken pieces across the living room and each piece broke into a million smaller ones, littering the entire floor with shards of ceramic. He tried to scream above the cacophony that he created, hoping that the sounds would drown out the demons in his heads. But even as the screaming ceased, the demons in his head didn't. Jae needed to escape, and he knew only one thing that would work.

He needed you. He needed the refuge you provided, to hold onto to some part of you to keep him sane. Eyes wandering, they finally landed on the speaker that you loved so much. Trudging over, Jae presses the play button as soon as his hands come into contact with the cold metal buttons and the first song that plays is a familiar piano tune; the one that you and he always used to dance to.

The song helps him recall joyous memories. Each dance session would always start the same way. You would play the song innocently, and this is how the conversation goes:

"This tune again, Y/N?"

"I just wanted to listen to it again, nothing much."

"Ok sweetheart."

Both of you then busy yourselves around the house, each trying to not seem suspicious to the other. Yet, Jae would always end up in the living room, looking out at the city below as he back faces you.

He pretends not to know your true intention, and waits in anticipation for you to approach him instead. It doesn't take long for his prediction to come true, for he hears your footsteps behind him soon. With each step that you take closer to him, his heart races faster. He keeps listening for how close you are, so he practically has your footsteps memorised now.

They always start out tentative, slow and unsure. When you're finally convinced that he's unaware of your intentions, they become faster and surer and it would take exactly 3 seconds from the time that started before he would feel your arms wrap around his middle, and a tender kiss pressed below his ear; right where his mole was.

"Dance with me?"

He always replies with a affectionate kiss on your cheek and he takes your hand in his, and you lead him onto the carpet in the middle of the room. There, the two of you slow dance to the song. Neither of you being too much of a dancer, the dance was always filled with awkward steps on each other's feet and sweet kisses shared to make up for it. Or, simply to express your deep love for one another.

As the memories become clearer in his mind, Jae tries to remember the feeling of holding you in his arms. It was agonising because he remembers – he’s very much aware of how it feels like to hold you; your curves fitting right into the palm of his hand. But the agony soon becomes a searing pain that slices through his heart because he knows how it exactly it feels like to hold you, but it was impossible to physically do it.

Jae thought it was inconceivable for a single person to bear so much grief in their body but when the music stopped and he hears your voice through the speakers, a new found anguish leaves him in an absolute wreck.

“Hey baby. Oh, my big baby.”

The sound of your voice cracking sends him into another spiral of emotions as it finally dawns upon him, how much you’ve been enduring silently all this while by yourself. At this point, his jaw goes slack and his face contorts, but no sound comes out from the open mouth that belongs to him. He stands there motionless as he listens to your recording, left completely at the mercy of the demons inside his head.

“I probably will not get the chance to tell you this in person and hence the recording, so just stay with me till the end, ok?

The past few months have been nothing but difficult for you, and I understand that. I tried to support you in any ways that I could but… I guess it wasn’t the kind of support that you needed. For that, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not being able to find more ways to make your situation better. I’ve come to realise that maybe I was a distraction and so I’ve decided that maybe we could use some time away from one another. I’ll be living at my parents for the time being so you know where to find me if you need me. I have faith in our marriage so don’t disappoint me Park Jaehyung.”

And that was when it happened. The Accident. They said you were leaving with your suitcase in tow and the truck came barrelling out of nowhere. Someone heard you scream ‘baby’; you were calling out for him when you needed him but he was too late.

Before he sinks further into the abyss, you let out a laugh here – but it wasn’t genuine. Jae knows this move; you’re just using humour to cover up the serious issue at hand. He hears the tapping of your feet in the background and he’s certain that he’s right. It was your habit when you’re nervous – and you’re clearly nervous about something now. He imagines you holding your breath at that moment, and he waits in bated breath for your next words.

It was nothing that he expected; the kind of things that makes his blood freeze and his heart stop beating. The kind that makes his world stop spinning – and wish that he was dead too.

“I’m pregnant Jae. About 2 months now. That was what I had been working up the courage to tell you about this morning but that obviously didn’t go too well. I know this news is probably unwelcomed when we’re not in the best position to raise a child but please, don’t hate the child. He or she is innocent. I love this unborn child with all my heart and I’m sure that someday you will too. It’ll take some time to accept… but we’ll figure it out. Here’s the baby’s heartbeat that I got at the scan this Monday, I thought you’d like to hear.”

Then it plays, loud and clear over the crisp speakers. The rapid beating of the baby’s heart that was extremely fast but rhythmic. His hand flies to his chest as he clutches his heart hard with a bone-crushing force. That was what he intended to do – crush it so hard that maybe it’ll stop beating so that he’ll stop feeling. It was too much, simply too much to bear.

But the excruciating pain only intensifies with the hazy memories of the past few days forming clearly in his mind now.

“We tried our best, I’m sorry for your losses Mr Park.” – the way the doctor chose to use the word loss in plural instead of singular, armed with the knowledge that you were carrying a small life inside of you.

Your frequents trips to the washroom early in the morning and the heavier eye bags – it must have been hard adjusting to the new changes that came with being pregnant yet Jae wrote it off as stress, never once asking if you were alright.

The way you held onto your belly as they wheeled you into the ER after the horrible accident – you were begging them to save the child, not you.

The way that you screamed ‘baby’ – you were crying out for Jae, and your unborn child.

It was the one thing that you tried to tell Jae even with your dying breath, but he never listened. He only listened when it was too late, and now he was left listening to your last gift to him.

“It’s not a forever goodbye Jae. I can’t live without you, not anymore. You’ll be fine – and I’ll be back when things are better, or whenever you want me to. I love you Jae, don’t ever forget that you big baby.”

Sweetheart, you said that you cannot live without me, but how am I supposed to live without you? If you were here right now, you’d tell me that I’ll be just fine. But I never will be. I can’t live with the guilt, and without you. Where are you now? All that’s left is the ghost of you – close enough to feel but never enough to hold.

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[dawnpil]

corona borealis

summary: you and sungjin have been planning this road trip basically since you met each other, but it gets a little hard to concentrate on the grand canyon when you’ve got someone like sungjin standing next to you. pairing: sungjin x reader genre: friends to lovers, fluff notes: secret santa gift for @svngjins !! merry belated christmas and happy holidays!! i hope you enjoy it! 

sunday

sungjin’s got the windows down and your playlist blasting when he pulls up to your house. you kiss your mom on the cheek, throw your bags in the back of sungjin’s truck, and hop into the passenger seat to grin at him.

“ready?” he calls over the music. you give him a thumbs-up in the middle of pulling your shoes off, and he backs out of your driveway with a matching grin. as you leave the neighborhood you remember the story you’d been saving to tell him, and his laugh matches the sunshine gleaming off the hood of the truck.

the first hour and a half you drive sunday is filled with stories and a debate about who could actually beat who on rainbow road; sungjin appeases you by saying you’ll have to play a few rounds on jae’s console when you get to school, and you let it go. once you get onto i-40 it’s a straight shot to the grand canyon, so you settle back curled up with your arm resting on the open window, the wind whipping your hair into your eyes as it trails through your fingers.

the conversation dies off naturally after about the three-hour mark, but you and sungjin have been planning this road trip for years, so you prepared for it and pull out your nintendo to pick up where you left off in sun and moon. sungjin laughs at you when you yell encouragement at your pokemon during the battles, but he’s smiling softly as you look up to pout and tell him to stop, and maybe your heart skips a beat.

or maybe it doesn’t, you tell yourself sternly, and you grit your teeth as you focus on the trainer battle. you have no business falling in love with your best friend, so you shove the feeling away and sing softly to the music still blaring from the speakers and refuse to look at sungjin for a bit.

somewhere in arizona you find a rest stop and switch places, and while you’re waiting for him to get out of the bathroom you fiddle with the rearview mirror and sigh. it’s going to be a long week if you let yourself consider your feelings too much, and you’ve been wanting to make this trip almost since you met freshman year, so you start the car as sungjin jogs back over to you.

when you get back on the highway you focus on the black ribbon road and try to count cacti to avoid glancing over at sungjin where he sits in the passenger seat humming and continuing your game for you. it’s something you always do, share the games: when you’d found out over christmas freshman year that he was starting to go back through all the games you’d agreed to play them together, each taking the ds for a week and making whatever progress you could between classes and assignments.

younghyun says it’s a good metaphor for your friendship, all easy give and take and light-hearted competition. you’re inclined to agree, but you wish feelings were as easy to beat as boss battles, because maybe then you wouldn’t be so conflicted when you realize the cheap motel room only has one bed, and maybe you could sleep better curled up with sungjin’s arm thrown over your stomach.

for now, though, you sigh and examine his peaceful features and try to ignore the stupid desire to brush his dark hair out of his eyes and kiss him until it’s time to leave in the morning.

monday

the thing about the grand canyon that you hadn't really considered is that you’re not the biggest fan of heights. other visitors are similarly hesitant to walk out onto the glass bridge over the canyon, but sungjin laughs.

“you’re the one who wanted to do this,” he says, a few feet away from you with nothing but glass under his feet. “it’s perfectly safe, you know that.”

you wrinkle your nose. “i know, it’s just—intrusive thoughts and all that.”

he nods, all too familiar with your active imagination and its role in the things you hesitate about. “come on,” he says, and then he’s at your side, lacing your fingers together, and tugging you toward the bridge.

you pause, just for a second; it’s not like this casual physical contact is odd, for the two of you, not when your habit of holding hands walking between classes and sharing the big chairs in the library has given you the reputation of a couple that’s been together for three years. you just hadn't quite expected the touch, but you let him pull you out onto the glass and try to get over your initial flare of panic.

“so what kind of stuff would make this hard to build?” he asks, running a hand over the handrail, and you relax. he’s trying to take your mind off the height, and of course he knows exactly how to do it.

“loads! i mean, all bridges have to deal with loads but in this case there’s a significant amount more wind load than most places. and with the way it loops back on itself dealing with the dead load gets more complicated, since it’s not quite as easy as when you can support it from both sides.” you glance around, examining the structure, and the combination of analyzing the engineering and the comfort of his calloused fingers grounds you until the last of your anxiety slips away.

you stay in the park for lunch, take countless pictures to put on instagram later, and early afternoon you’re on the road again, sungjin’s pleased smile as warm as the arizona sun. it’s too hot for anything other than tank-tops, and you do everything possible not to get distracted by the definition of his arms as he drives with one hand, the other resting on the open window. he’s gotten tanned, over the summer, the florida beach sun kissing his skin the way you’re trying to tell yourself you don’t want to, and it’s beautiful.

dinner’s at a tiny diner you find somewhere across the border into new mexico, spent debating the team to use for the final boss battle in sun and moon, the one sungjin will play when you finish eating. it’s your turn to drive for the rest of the evening, and when sungjin finally wins and you nearly swerve off the road as you cheer you both laugh, the warmth in your chest nothing to do with the heat of the climate.

just over the texas border you stop for the night, pull onto the shoulder of the highway and set up sleeping bags in the bed of the truck.

out here, so far from any cities, the sky stretches forever. there are more stars than you think you’ve ever seen, with so little light pollution to block them out. sungjin points out the constellations he remembers from introduction to astronomy until you’re yawning more than paying attention to him, his low voice lulling you to sleep.

you roll onto your side to see him already facing you, and your breath catches in your throat: his eyes reflect the sky, or maybe they just hold universes in them. either way you’re struck by how beautiful he is, with his star-filled eyes and his smile softer than silk when he notices you staring.

fuck it, you think. if you’re going to fall in love with a friend, it might as well be the one who’s been by your side the longest, the one who knows you inside and out, the one who knows you better than you know yourself sometimes. if it has to be anyone, there’s nobody better than him.

tuesday

the thing about park sungjin is that he’s exactly the sort of boy you’re bound to fall in love with.

wonpil likes to tease you about the way you list the exact same traits when asked to describe your ideal significant other that you do when someone asks you what sungjin’s like, and that probably should have tipped you off about this happening sooner, but here you are flicking glances at him as he navigates the austin streets, your breath still stuck in your chest from last night. the realization is driving you crazy; you’ve texted wonpil you need to talk with him at some point today, and the second sungjin parks the truck in dowoon’s driveway you tumble out of the car and try to breathe, desperate to find air that isn’t filled with sungjin’s sunshine and familiar coffee order.

you look up to see sungjin watching you with concern in his eyes, but you wave him off and burst through the unlocked door to give dowoon an overly enthusiastic birthday hug and return jae’s dab. younghyun drags you into the kitchen to dig into the tacos they’d gotten when you texted that you’d run into traffic near the city limits and would be late, and in the bustle of six college kids and food you breathe a little easier. sungjin’s too distracted by jae talking his ear off about a new song he wrote over the summer to fill your space like he does when it’s just the two of you and the truck and the open highway, and somewhere between throwing presents at dowoon and yelling at him to open them and settling in for a ghibli marathon wonpil tugs you into dowoon’s bedroom and sits you on the bed.

“you wanted to talk?”

“i think i’m in love with sungjin.”

“you think?” wonpil raises an eyebrow. “sis, we know. took you long enough to realize.”

“no, like—” you sigh, run a hand through your hair, or try. you brushed it in the morning, but the wind has tangled it hopelessly again, and the knots stop your fingers before they get very far. “like, i’ve always loved sungjin, but now i’m in love with him.”

wonpil looks like he wants to reply sarcastically, but he looks at you again and something in your face makes him think otherwise, because he softens. “what do you want to do about it?”

“i don’t—i don’t wanna ruin our friendship or anything, so maybe nothing?”

“fer,” he sighs, “that’s maybe the worst idea i’ve ever heard, and i was there when jae suggested younghyun should just steal knives from the dining hall and tape them to his shoes and try to skate on the pond in october.”

you frown. “why the worst idea?”

“well, i have it on good authority that he likes you as well, and also unrequited love and the resulting sadness and jealousy and struggles with physical intimacy like you have is the quickest way to ruin a friendship, so regardless of his feelings you should probably just tell him.”

“yeah but like. how do i tell him?” you grab at wonpil’s hands, clutch his slender fingers like you’re back on the glass bridge above the grand canyon and they’re the handrail. you may as well be back there, since the idea of telling sungjin you’re falling in love with him makes your stomach drop just as much as imagining slipping over the edge of the bridge and tumbling into the canyon.

when the two of you emerge from the bedroom sungjin lifts the blanket for you to curl up at his side and wraps an arm around you, and even though he’s clearly curious he doesn’t ask, just offers you the bowl of popcorn. you smile hesitantly, take a handful, and resign yourself to figuring out how to tell your best friend the one thing you find most likely to mess up the easy dynamic you’ve established.

wednesday

wednesday is just a driving day. yesterday, as you got close to dowoon’s house, you got tired of the noise and the wind and rolled the windows up, but today the air in the car is too thick for you to think about anything but keeping the windows down, your knees tucked up to your chest as you press your back to the car door and let your head tip back into the wind.

several times sungjin looks over like he wants to say something, but you close your eyes and let the breeze tangle your hair and pretend to nap, and then when it’s your turn to drive after lunch you concentrate on the road.

you stop for gas in a tiny town in arkansas and sungjin grabs snacks from the convenience store, and five minutes later you’re back on the road pretending not to be affected while sungjin feeds you chips the way you’ve done for years when one of you has your hands full.

tennessee has more trees than texas, and you park in their shade when you stop for the night. it’s impossible to ignore sungjin when he’s lying right next to you in the bed of the truck, one arm sprawled into your space so that his calloused fingers brush your elbow as you curl your arms into your chest, and as you slip into sleep you give up, so that your dreams are full of his rough voice and sunshine smile and eyes brimming with stars.

thursday

you’re starting to think you drastically overestimated your willingness to sit in a car for ten hours at a time by the time you make it into ohio thursday afternoon. you’re antsy, twisting in your seat every few minutes, and you’ve abandoned your books and the ds to the backseat after you realized you weren’t going to be able to focus on them for longer than thirty seconds.

finally you reach over and crank up the music and start singing, let yourself breathe only because you need to in order to sing.

the playlist reaches a queen song and sungjin joins in, harmonizing the gravel in his voice to the playfulness of freddie mercury’s. you falter and fall silent, letting his singing fill the car; you’ve always adored it, and the familiarity of his chocolate tone stops your shifting in your seat so you can take it in.

for a little he sings seriously, but by the second chorus he starts exaggerating his falsetto and making weird faces, and you pull your phone up and take a video, a laugh tugging at your lips for what feels like the first time in days. the ridiculousness continues for another two and a half songs, until he gets too into the performance and swerves a little in the lane.

the sudden motion surprises the two of you into silence and you blink at him, wide-eyed, as he grips the wheel and makes a face and readjusts, and there’s a beat and then you crack up, the tension of the day bleeding away.

you pull onto junhyeok’s campus early evening, follow the texted directions to his dorm, and yank him into a hug when he meets you outside. he’d transferred after freshman year, and you’d all tried to keep in contact but it was hard, when there was always so much going on and he’d started making new friends. seeing him again isn’t necessarily awkward, but it isn’t quite as comfortable as it had been when you were a group of seven sprawled on the grass of the quad outside your dorm.

he takes you to dinner at a little pizza place just off campus and he and sungjin talk music for a bit before he sits back and turns an observant eye on the way you’re trying not to stare at sungjin’s wind-blown, beautiful dishevelment.

when sungjin’s brushing his teeth in the bathroom and you’re setting up sleeping bags on junhyeok’s floor junhyeok grins at you. “finally realized your feelings for him?”

you stutter over a response before sighing. “wonpil said i need to tell him, but i have no idea how.”

“just don’t make a fuss about it,” junhyeok says. “let it happen. the two of you are as easy as breathing, and i doubt this will change anything.”

before you can reply sungjin walks back in, and you turn to straighten your pillow, mulling over junhyeok’s advice.

friday

you get up early to drive to cleveland, and sungjin trips his way out of the truck when you get to the rock and roll hall of fame. he lights up, inside, grabs your hand and tugs you around the exhibits. with how much he knows you think he may as well be a worker at the museum, and one of the actual workers seems to share that idea, grinning when sungjin tells you about how stevie nicks believes she was guillotined in a past life.

the displays are fascinating, but you’re more captivated by the glimmer in sungjin’s eyes and the excitement in his voice, and you spend considerably more time memorizing his face than you do looking at the displays.

after lunch you go to the zoo, and it’s your turn to get excited as you point out animals from brazil, taking countless pictures of the sloths and tree frogs that aren’t common near where you live but are nevertheless a link to home. sungjin follows you as you hurry from enclosure to enclosure, taking pictures for reference later and already planning several drawings.

you make sungjin pose by the bears, laughing, because your group has a running joke about him and your teddiursa is named after him for a reason, and early evening you link hands as you walk back out of the zoo. you haven’t forgotten the awkwardness in holding his hand with your newfound feelings, but you’re determined not to let your hesitation ruin such an incredible day. the warmth of his hands is somewhat uncomfortable in the cleveland humidity but it’s familiar and grounding, and there’s something soft in both of your smiles as you head back to junhyeok’s dorm for the night.

saturday

there’s something bittersweet in getting up on saturday.

it’s the last day of the trip, the end of this weird in-between of you and sungjin existing together with nothing else but the truck and the highway, and no matter how tense you’ve been it’s still been nice to spend time with just him as best friends, without the rest of the group butting in and being constantly chaotic. and the road trip was something you’d wanted to do before graduating, so checking it off the list feels like one step closer to packing up your dorm for the last time and having to figure out where to go from there without the security of time to figure it out, so there’s something a little terrifying in the thought of arriving on campus in the evening.

regardless you say goodbye to junhyeok around noon and hit the road again, coffee steaming in the cupholders as you curl up with a book. today is quieter, the two of you tired from the adventures yesterday, but silence between you has never been a bad thing. it’s just as comfortable as talking nonstop, and you relax after an hour or two, sungjin singing just louder than the familiar rumble of the truck under your feet.

you’re the one driving when you pull up to the drive-through window for dinner, your surroundings finally things you recognize. you’ll get to campus in maybe fifteen minutes, but you’re not quite ready to finish your trip, so you park in the restaurant lot and suggest eating in the bed of the truck. sungjin climbs one step further to sit on the roof, pulling you up with him so that you’re sitting with your heels knocking against the back window.

the stars aren’t quite as visible here as they were in texas, but you can still see ursa major when sungjin points it out.

while he’s busy staring up at the sky, taking a bite of his french fries, you take the time to look at him instead, committing to memory the shape of his jawline and the way his eyes gleam dark under the streetlights.

“beautiful,” he says.

“sure is,” you agree, and he turns to you before you’re able to look away.

he pauses for a moment and then smiles softly and sets his food aside. you don’t quite have time to blink and question him before he’s wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you closer, and kissing you. there’s a moment of shock as his chapped lips fit themselves over yours before you realize what’s going on and then it’s instinctual to reach up to cup his cheek and return the kiss. for a few breaths there’s only your heart beating against your ribs and the flutter of his lashes against your cheek and the warmth of his hand through your shirt, and you think this must be what heaven is.

he draws back far more quickly than you’d like, laughs when he sees the disappointment in your eyes.

“i just—” you sigh. “i can’t believe you beat me to that.”

he smiles, gentle. “is that what you’ve been worrying about all week?” when you nod he takes your hand, laces your fingers with his with more care than you’ve ever felt. “you can relax now, then,” he says.

he leans back in to kiss you again and you think this must be like kissing starlight, because he’s nothing if not a celestial being. in two days you’ll have freshmen to look after and he’ll be preparing the hall per his job as an ra, but for now it’s just you and the star you get to cradle in your hands and pull ever closer, and that’s enough for now.

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