#doctor hyunjae

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safe haven (how much longer do we have?) ➵ jacob bae

jacob bae x reader, slight lee hyunjae x reader

you can only hope for more tomorrows with jacob.

genre/warnings ➵ strangers to lovers, heavy angst with a happy ending, touch of fluff, afab reader (no-gendered terms), lowercase intended, apocalypse au, hurt/comfort (both physical and emotional), depictions of grief, descriptions of gore/blood, use of guns, allusions and discussions of suicide, minor character deaths, hyunjae is your ex, changmin and kevin appearance :'), elements of the last of us (don't support neil druckmann!), mostly written in past tense (because u're remembering!)

word count ➵ 6.2k words

inspired by ➵ “anaheim” by niki, “are you happy?” by @wavesmp3, “love wins all” by iu, episode three of hbo's the last of us, and “you’re gonna carry that weight” quote from cowboy bebop

a/n ➵ my life changed forever reading shawna's piece. thank you for letting me write a piece based on your work (if you haven't read it, go check it out!) just like you, i am a sucker for apocalypse aus :')) hope i did justice to your beautiful work. anyway, love wins all coming out yesterday was a miracle because it's definitely made for this fic </3 thank you to @heemingyu and @deobienthusiast for betareading a bit of this! if you enjoyed reading, please do reblog and leave feedback!

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time was the one thing that occupied everyone’s minds. it held value, something that shouldn’t be wasted, and people revolved their lives around it.

questions flew around with every tick and tock—what day is it today? when’s your next doctor’s appointment? how long has it been since you’ve last seen your friends from high school? until when does this meeting last? 

as the hands of the clock continue to rotate, the calendar pages would flip along. birthdays were celebrated with every revolution as candles on cakes were lit up, awaiting the puff of celebrants as they wished for their desires. holidays were ones to look forward to; people dressed up to celebrate periods of the year that mattered to them while others slept in until noon. and days were spent counting down until graduations, where caps with tassels would fly to the expanse of blue and orange as cheers and sobs sound throughout.

but now, no one keeps track of time. clocks stopped moving and calendars weren’t produced annually. once the surge of the infected took over, grabbing on humans, taking them away from the lives they’ve lived, everyone ran like they were running out of time. with every second that passes, people are ridden with possibilities of how they might bid farewell to life itself—would it be through the hands of the infected or their own?

now, only one question echoes within their minds: how long do we have?

yet, the clock continues—tick, tock, tick, tock. it keeps going, and going, and going, like how everyone expects it. while everyone seemed to let time go, you still kept track of it all: birthdays, holidays, a graduation you never had.

the outbreak hit two years ago on the day of hyunjae’s graduation. cheers turned into screams. white togas and diplomas were splattered with red. the lively became lifeless.

you remember hyunjae’s hand in yours, fingers gripping you as if you were his life, as you charged out of the gymnasium, legs keeping up with the speed of his. you darted off to nowhere as images of the infected tearing people apart took up every block, all the way from skin to bone.

and while it was a rush of tragedies, hyunjae was the only hope you had.

“keep your eyes on me,” he glanced at you, eyes off the path as he met your gaze. “don’t look at them. only look at me.”

it was impossible to ignore the wails that filled your ears, but you would repeat his words—his soft-spoken voice—to drown them out.

by nightfall, you and hyunjae found yourselves in a motel room, skin cleaned from blood splatters and dressed in clothes that engulfed your figures, and in each other’s arms on a twin-sized bed. the duvet that wrapped around you two is thin, not at all keeping you warm for the night, but the warmth of hyunjae was enough to provide you a sense of security—stability amidst the ever-changing world.

he whispered into the crown of your head, words meant to dispel your fears, all while you sobbed into his shirt. there was nothing that he could do but stay strong for you.

and for a few days, that room acted as your safe haven. the time spent within those four walls is the life you imagined your future with hyunjae. it would’ve been in a two-story house with a garden where a singular orange tree stands, lounging on the couch as you played movies to fall asleep to, but all you had was an old room with a carpeted floor with unrecognizable stains and a bathroom unable to fit two.

yet, you would choose this over anything. even if it meant eating instant noodles for every meal or sleeping on a mattress that ruins your backs, you would choose this if it meant hyunjae would be with you.

still, time continues to move. hyunjae knew that you both couldn’t stay in that room or else the infected may reach you. so when you both went to bed on that last night, you outlined his features from the space between his eyebrows all the way to his lips, and you spent that time memorizing his warmth to carry with you for the rest of your life. you could only hope that he stays with you until the end.

after a month passed, you and hyunjae met changmin, an injured boy who only wanted to live. at first, hyunjae was hesitant to take the stranger in, but you wouldn’t allow yourself to live with the idea of abandoning someone in need. in a world where the infected have taken over, it only seemed right to help out others, save them from a fate they’re not ready to meet.

what started off as a pair turned into a trio. you’ve learned more about what it takes to survive in this life. long gone is the need for money to buy necessities; you need to scavenge if you want to live in an infected-ridden world. thanks to changmin, you and hyunjae got to learn about how to find supplies in every building that you pass on the journey.

but it’s not enough to know where to find food and bullets. hyunjae decided that it was only right to teach you how to use a gun. with every morning that came, you two spent hours learning how to hold, reload, and fire.

“don’t worry,” he told you as his chin hovered over your shoulder. you both stared at the tin can situated on a stack of boxes only a few meters away. “you won’t have to worry about fighting alone. i’ll be here with you.” as you exhaled, your eyes zeroed in on the target. “now, shoot.”

six months have passed, and you were happy that you were still a trio. changmin became your best friend over that time. his laughs were enough to shine glimmers of hope onto you. you were glad that you decided to help him off the ground and tend his bullet wound that day.

until you found yourselves retreating from the horde of infected.

time moves at a constant speed but it can become swift if it decides to. when you and changmin reached the doors leading to safety, you remember seeing hyunjae fighting off those who were once like you, bullets firing at their heads. you remember your screams, telling him to run to you—go to where it’s safe—so that you can keep having tomorrows with him.

yet, hyunjae glanced at changmin, nodding at him before his eyes met yours. you watched how his mouth moves, a soundless three-word phrase leaving him before the doors shut before you. you would’ve pried them open but changmin kept his arms around you, holding you back from letting the infected reach you, from letting hyunjae come back to you.

the wails that left you are enough to attract the infected. if only the infected were to burst through the doors, grab onto you and bring you to hyunjae, then maybe you would stop crying. yet, changmin dragged you away. you never saw him as your best friend after that.

a month passed, and you still refused to talk to him. the boy tried to strike up a conversation with you, trying to earn your laugh like he used to, but he was only met with a cold shoulder. with every brick he put, you smashed your sledgehammer against it, dispelling any hope he had in rekindling his friendship with you.

the two of you learned to live in silence, fighting for survival while dealing with the loss of the one who would always bring you both to safety.

until you came across another boy who pointed his gun toward you. his defensive demeanor reminded you of hyunjae, and you wondered if this was his doing—his reincarnation. but before he could pull the trigger, changmin saved you from meeting your fate.

somehow, the duo had turned into a trio once more. you still refused to talk to changmin, but would eavesdrop on the conversations he shared with the stranger. you learned that the new addition is named jacob.

but even the stranger wasn’t enough to fill the void that hyunjae left. with every nightfall, when the soft snores of the two boys filled your ears, tears streamed down your face as sobs threatened to spill out of your mouth. the palm of your hand wasn’t enough to muffle your weeps. behind your eyelids, hyunjae’s last words to you play on repeat—the ones he failed to say, the ones you’ll never hear again.

maybe if you didn’t leave that motel room then he would’ve still been with you, arms finding their place around your waist as he trails kisses all over you. if the outbreak didn’t happen, then maybe you would be living in that two-story house with him. maybe you would wake up to a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice by the bedside table and the warmth of his lips on your forehead. and maybe you could finally tell him yes before he slips the silver band on your finger—you could’ve grown with him until your hair turns grey.

the weight you carry never got lighter with time. the void continued to consume you whole with the goal of ripping you apart. as another month passed, another life was lost—not to the infected but to the raiders.

“changmin, you have to stay with me.” those were the first words you told him since hyunjae’s death. crimson continued to spill out of his abdomen through the gaps between your fingertips in the same way tears flow out. “jacob! find gauze, betadine, anything!” you never glanced at the stranger, keeping your gaze on your best friend whose eyes continued to droop.

still, changmin caressed your face, thumb wiping teardrops. as he slowly entered territories that you both knew he would never escape, he grinned at you one last time. “i missed hearing you. i’m glad you’ll be the last thing i hear.”

but you tried to tell him that you couldn’t be the last voice he heard. it should’ve been with someone he can imagine his future with, maybe in a two-story house or a cramped flat in an apartment complex. he deserves more tomorrows in the same way hyunjae did.

but time continues to move. it took him away from you in a matter of minutes, slithering away without a second thought and no regard for the value of life, and all you were left with was his temple—still, lifeless. as you sobbed into his shirt, still holding the wound, the warmth of jacob’s hand stayed on your back, moving along with your wails. 

now, you carry the loss of two. it never got easier with time.

jacob still sticks with you. it only seemed right. stay strong in numbers as you wander off to nowhere, grasping at the loose ends of survival.

two weeks have passed. you and jacob got used to the new dynamic; while he goes hunting and you’re tasked with scavenging, you both played your roles in combat, ready for any raid or horde. when night would come, you both took shifts, keeping watch while the other got some shut-eye.

until that one evening.

you recall the sounds of wood crackling from the fire. it stood strong against the breeze—burning, shining—surrounded by greens that latch on browns. hues of amber cascaded over your skin, painting you with warmth—it’ll never compare to the one you craved. your eyes drifted to jacob who sat across from you, his eyes trained on the fire as he rubbed his palms together. perhaps he craved the same type of warmth you longed for.

“we used to be three.” his eyes snapped towards yours. “before you came, we used to be three—changmin, me, and—” it rose in you like bile, wanting to escape but never leaving. “we were three then.”

you glanced at the fire that continued to burn. “we met changmin a month after the outbreak, spent six months together until—” the claws of the void struck against your throat, holding you back from sharing with the stranger what your life was before he came. while you never found the right words to say, jacob never pushed, letting you say what you wanted to share while filling in the blanks on his own. 

“i resented changmin after what happened.” you moved your gaze to jacob whose eyes never left you. “refused to talk to him. refused to forgive.” and you remember how you hesitated, taking a deep breath in before sputtering out the next sentence. “refused to accept.”

nine months ago, the outbreak didn’t happen. nine months ago, you were attending hyunjae’s graduation. nine months ago, you two were imagining your tomorrows—together, for eternity.

and those nine months fractured all hopes and dreams; the glass is now littered with cracks, ready to burst into shards.

“but i think about the last time we saw changmin,” the image of him sitting in front of you all frail, treading the line between life and death, flashed in front of you; it’s quick but strong to remind you of what’s lost. “and i wish i could’ve learned how to forgive during those two months.”

but it was an impossible request. how could you ever forgive a boy you’ve known for only six months for taking your future away? how could you forgive a world that took him away? how could you forgive and live?

and still, you did.

you left it at that. they were enough. so when you told jacob that you’ll take over tonight’s shift, he never asked to hear more. instead, he laid near the campfire as you keep an eye out.

and once enough hours have passed, you allowed yourself to sob like other nights. the breeze that passed through branches reminded you of changmin; rustling leaves imitated the giggles of the boy you’ve only known during the apocalypse.

the wind that grazed against your skin should’ve been a nuisance, but the warmth of the fire wrapped you up like the duvet in that motel room. and you don’t complain—it’s the only part of hyunjae you have left.

the heat was enough to last you the night, but the chill of reality sent you back to the void.

that night, jacob listened to your sobs. not one of you got enough rest for the journey.

another two weeks went by. you two got into a better groove of the routine; instead of hunting and scavenging in silence, you and jacob found yourselves talking more about your lives before the outbreak. you learned that he was born the same year as hyunjae, and he shared that he had plans to pursue music.

“if the world finds a cure to this mess, you have to promise me that you’ll get me front-row tickets to your first show.” it was a joke. in what world could there be a cure for the infected? but the wishful thinking of what could be—what could’ve been—is all you had left.

still, jacob promised you that.

that night, you two stayed in the living room of an abandoned house. instead of lighting the fireplace, candles were placed on the coffee table. they shined in the middle of you two, you who stayed on the couch and jacob who sat on the mattress lying on the floor.

“where were you?” his eyes met yours. “on the day of the outbreak, i mean.”

he leaned back, hands resting on the mattress before he looked once more at the wax that continued to melt. “it was my graduation.” it hit you like a sudden downpour on a sunny day. “i was next in line to go up on the stage until the infected came.”

and when you said the name of the university, his gaze met yours as his shoulders stiffened. “m—my hyunjae.” it’s the first time you spoke of his name, and the sight of jacob’s eyes widening over it was enough to speak for himself.

“i—i didn’t know,” he whispered, but his words were loud enough to shatter glass. “i only spoke to him a few times. he spoke of you with so much love.”

your heart skipped beats; it should’ve been enough to send you off into the same territories where hyunjae and changmin now stay. your mouth turned dry as jacob’s voice morphed into radio silence.

before you knew it, the two of you left the information to hang in the air as you tried to drift into slumber. the clock continues to tick. minutes turned into hours; time moves like it usually does once more.

yet, you were stuck in the same gymnasium, fixing hyunjae’s toga as you scolded him about how wrinkled it’s become—hey! you’ll go up on stage soon. we can’t take pictures of you like this. despite your words, he smiled at you before grazing his lips on your temple—his silent way of telling you the three-word phrase.

in a split second, you were off the couch. you barged out of the house, clutching your chest as the knot constricted your throat, and your feet dragged you off to nowhere. every sound has turned into a buzz—only the voice of hyunjae being the one clear thing amidst the hysteria.

before you knew it, you stood before a horizon of green. it takes only one step into the woods, alone with no protection, for you to meet your demise. you would’ve charged into it in the same way you would’ve charged out to save hyunjae that day.

all it takes is one step, and—

“what are you doing?!” a pair of hands gripped your shoulders, spinning you around until you were face-to-face with the last form of life that you know of. his breaths were short as his fingers dug into your arms. “you can’t just rush out in the middle of the night! i woke up worried sick.” his eyebrows knitted in frustration. confusion. distress. 

the voice was caught in your throat. how does one begin to unpack the baggage they’ve learned to carry? when the items they bring are revolting, rotten, repugnant, how does someone not feel shame about showing all the tattered-up objects? how do you learn to open up to someone you’ve only known for three months?

your hands trembled; you’ve carried the weight of it all for too long.

in that split second, your nose met the juncture between his chin and shoulder. the material of his shirt against your cheek allowed you to bathe in what you miss—the hand of changmin that once caressed your face, the lips of hyunjae that lingered with every kiss. all the moments that you hoped time would freeze just for you lives in the boy you stick with for survival.

all it took were jacob’s hands to rest on the lower side of your back for the tears to begin their stream. the sobs spill out. for once, they weren’t muffled like those other nights. they sounded throughout the space that surrounded you two. you allowed yourself to drop the baggage only for a few minutes.

jacob took you back to the house that night, allowing you to sob about all that you’ve kept under the wraps. when sunrise came, you found your legs mixed with his as his arms remained wrapped around you, and your ear pressed against his chest. the sound of his breathing is the one reminder of what a safe haven is. 

half a year went by. jacob still stays by your side. the baggage got lighter.

it should’ve been the same routine; jacob goes off to hunt while you scavenge, and you’ll take turns on the night shifts. but that night shifted something between you two—stolen glances, quiet giggles, linked fingers.

two months have gone by. the moon shined through the trees, their shadows cascading on an abandoned cabin that you and jacob decided to stay in for that night.

it should’ve been the same set-up as other nights spent in abandoned houses; you’ll sleep on the couch while he sleeps on a dragged-out mattress. instead, he sat with you on the couch, your back resting on his chest along with his hand staying on your arm. 

a lit candle rested on the table; its amber tones painted the jacob’s skin—close to the fruit tree that stands in your lost future.

“what would you do if there is a cure to this?” you watched how his fingers danced across your skin, calloused from plucking guitar strings or wielding a gun. 

jacob’s chest rumbled against your back as he hummed. “what would you do?”

a giggle left you as you looked at the boy. “i was the one who asked you first!”

he shot you a grin as his hand slipped into yours. the candle continued to burn; it did a poor job of giving you light and warmth that night. but he did it all—one smile. one exhale. one indication to show that he lives.

“travel, maybe? or i’ll go back to writing music.” you nodded at his plans before looking back at the light source. “what about you?”

“i don’t know.”

there was no point in going back to university after such a catastrophe. if anything, the year spent surrounded by the infected, fighting for survival, has shown you that there’s more to life than the perpetual cycle of working a nine-to-five.

so…

“i would settle down if i could.” the wax continued to melt. “i think i’ve seen enough of the world. for once, i just want to stay home, indulge in my hobbies, live the life that i want.”

his breath grazed the top of your head. “with someone?” and suddenly, you became aware of it all—the heat that emitted from his palm, the movement of his chest against your back, the gravity of his question.

the words get caught in your throat. your heartbeat rang in your ears. for the first time since hyunjae’s death, you considered it. 

“with someone.”

before you knew it, his hand caressed your cheek. you were forced to meet his eyes—they glistened with devotion. he leaned forward, his breath grazing your skin while you held in yours. you didn’t miss how his gaze flickered to your lips before he met your eyes once more.

then, he held back. it’s a choice, one only you can make. but when your eyes shut, it’s a quiet plea—a silent yes.

his lips met yours. 

the warmth that blossomed in your chest wasn’t like the one in that motel room. not like the embrace of the one you’ve lost. it was one of all seasons—changing with the weather, bringing comfort throughout the everchanging times.

it’s a perpetual cycle of fighting for survival. you’ll endure through it all.

a month passed by, and you came across another boy on the journey. he’s named kevin, and he told you of a safe haven located in the town that you and jacob grew up in.

for a moment, it was an internal debate—should you go back to where the downfall started? can you go to where the memory of hyunjae still lives?

but one glance at jacob was enough to settle it. the three of you embarked on your journey.

you remember that day. it was a walk with the goal of finding a car to make the journey back an easy one. the heat of the sun prickled against your skin, but you still kept your arms crossed.

“are you two together?” kevin asked, causing you to whip your head towards him. your eyes met jacob’s for a split second—confusion, dejection—before they landed back at the stranger who kept his eyes on the path you took.

“no, we aren’t.”

for the rest of the journey, it was quiet.

sundown came, and you found yourselves in a convenience store for that night’s shelter. jacob was in charge of taking the night shift, allowing you and kevin to rest up. when the stranger went off to sleep on the makeshift bed, you were left alone with jacob.

you watched how he cleaned his gun with a rag stained with dark splotches. the moon gleamed through the window—it cannot compare to how jacob shines.

you needed to get some sleep is what you tell yourself. with one spin, you were about to make your way to where you’d sleep for that night.

“are we really not?” you halted in your tracks. you couldn’t look at him. “did it mean nothing?”

not a single answer left your mouth. your eyes remained straightforward, refusing to meet his gaze.

the warmth vanished with a lack of an answer. instead, it was replaced once more with the cold—the void—that attempted to consume you whole.

and when a scornful chuckle left jacob, you knew that you’d burnt the bridge. you walked away, leaving him to do his job, bidding farewell to the closest form of a safe haven.

two weeks went by, and another goodbye had to be done. kevin stood in front of you two, a grin on his lips while tears streamed down his face. his arm was out, revealing a bite mark. the veins near the wound had already turned black. he would’ve turned in a few hours.

“go out.” those were jacob’s first words to you since that night in the convenience store.

you remember the last thing you told kevin before you left the room—you’ll get to your safe haven. the sobs that spilled out of him are ones you’ll never forget. and when you shut the door behind you, it took 20 seconds until you heard a gunshot. 

the weight got heavier once more.

another two weeks went by, and you and jacob found yourselves standing in front of the remains of a safe haven. the fences were torn down. streaks of dark red littered over pavements. not a single sight of a soul lived.

still, you two trudged your way through the town, all the way until you reached jacob’s house. like others, his was abandoned. the cream walls were littered with red strokes and vines. when you both entered, you didn’t miss how jacob’s eyes lingered on a photo hung on the wall—a picture of him, his brother, and his parents.

you gave him all the time he needed to explore, to sit with the mess, while you stayed in the living room. as you sat on the couch that had gathered dust, you caught sight of a bowl of plastic produce that rested on the coffee table. it held a variety of fruits whose paint had chipped: watermelon, chestnut, and fig.

but amidst the crowd of old, torn-down, plastic fruits, a pear and an orange leaned against each other as grime collected on them. once your hands reached out to the fruits, you pulled them apart—a mess of green and orange stained the two.

he came back to you in 30 minutes, eyes glistening with tears. yet, he only gave you a nod, and you two went to another house. 

you then stood in front of your old house with jacob by your side. weeds grew in the front yard, and the wooden exterior has turned a few shades darker. silence settled between you two. 

to be back in a place you grew up in, where all your memories live, is a process—a grieving one. being face-to-face with the damage brought by the infected can only remind you of what you had and could’ve had.

and once you made your way to your childhood room, you were reminded of all your hopes and dreams before the outbreak. dust rested on top of books. the laptop on your desk had no charge. potted plants have withered.

when you approached the picture frames found on your table, your hand darted out to a photograph of you and hyunjae. there was no occasion when that picture was taken—the fact that you two were together was enough for it to be remembered. memorialized.

as you made your way back down the stairs, you saw jacob crouched in front of the console table with eyes. trained on photographs. “was this your high school graduation?” you approached him and saw the picture he was referring to, you who stood beside hyunjae with a big grin as his lips were on your temple.

“yeah,” you said as you crouched beside jacob. “we knew each other back when i was a freshman.” your fingers trailed on the wooden frame, gathering the dust before flicking it away. despite your efforts, it was still covered in grime, but you didn’t mind. 

“and you stayed together since?” all you did was hum. “did you find anything up there?”

for the first time since you entered your old house, you looked at jacob and he met your gaze. your eyes trailed his features. the eyes that speak of a thousand words. the lips that once kissed yours.

and it hit you like the gunshot that filled your ears, the breeze that rustled the leaves that one night, the doors that shut close. it was 20 months since the outbreak happened, 13 months since you lost hyunjae, and 11 months since changmin told you his last words—but it was also 13 months spent with jacob, choosing to survive with him. 

“yeah.”

you found a lot of things within those four walls. there were books you once read growing up, stuffed toys you slept with, and the one picture of you and hyunjae; they’re the remaining pieces you have left of a life that was good.

you would’ve kept it all, rebuilt the life that was ripped away by the hands of the infected—

“but nothing to hold on to.”

they’re memories, ones you’ll carry with you, but ones worth moving on from. 

“oh,” he said as his eyes still held your gaze. “okay.”

and with one exhale, you said, “let’s rebuild it, just a place for us two.”

it was a whirlwind of emotions in jacob’s eyes, ones you can’t identify. for a moment, you thought he’d say no. maybe he decided that 13 months was enough. one more day with you would be too much, and—

“okay.” when his hand reached out for yours, linking fingers with you like all other times, you gave him a small smile.

when you and jacob stood up, you made your way out of the house, off to find a place just for you two—a safe haven to last you many tomorrows with him.

a month passed. the safe haven was rebuilt; the fences stood strong with electrical wires and barbed wires, and the town was cleaned of all remnants of grime and blood. the two of you took up different tasks ranging from cleaning, cooking, building, and maintaining the haven.

but while you were okay with a knife, accidents did happen. “fuck!”

“what happened?” you remember how jacob came rushing in, only to see you pressing on the skin around the cut on your finger.

before you knew it, you were sitting down with him as he wrapped gauze around the wound. “jacob, it’s just a cut. i’ll be fine.”

“still, i don’t want you getting hurt.” you watched how his eyes were focused on treating your finger. “i’ll be in charge of cooking now.”

you shook your head. “no, i like to cook. i want to cook for us.” his gaze then met yours, his filled with worry while yours filled with determination. they flickered back to your finger, and his hands busied themselves with covering it up.

once he was done, his hand continued to hold yours. you remember the heat of his thumb as it drew patterns on your hand. he’s etched himself onto you.

his eyes met yours once more, and he said, “okay, just let me help out.” all you gave him was a nod.

another month went by, and you woke up to the sound of gunshots. you remember how hazy your vision was that night, fresh from sleep but panic coursing through your veins. and when you looked beside you to only see an empty spot, you didn’t think twice about rushing out of bed.

when you exited the house, you saw jacob holding his gun, firing at the people who attempted to tear down the haven’s fences. “jacob!” when he looked back at you, you caught sight of the crimson that poured out of his abdomen.

another gunshot was fired, grazing jacob’s leg, and he fell to his knees. you ran to him, reaching out to rest your hand on the wound as you began to sob. “fuck! you have to stay with me.” with his arm resting around your shoulders, you dragged him back to the house.

you set him on the table and moved his hand to hold where he was shot. “hold it.” you rushed to where the medical supplies were stored and gathered whatever you could hold. when you got back, you saw how blood continued to spill out.

you got to work, focused on trying to patch him up—making sure he stays. “you can’t go. i won’t let it happen.” and while your hands busied themselves with treating the injury, you remember how jacob’s hand caressed your cheek, thumb wiping away the spilled tears. 

“in the basement, there’s a piece of paper that has all the codes. if you ever—”

“no, you’ll be okay.”

still, he continued to talk. “if you ever forget the codes, you can always look at the paper. don’t forget that you need to always check the water system every two days, and—”

“jacob!” you croaked out his name in between sobs. “you’ll be okay. you have to, okay?” the more he went on about what to keep in mind, the baggage got heavier. “i can’t do this without you. i won’t allow it.”

because 15 months ago, you would’ve bid farewell to the mayhem. 13 months ago, you hoped for time to drag you away. 12 months ago, you would’ve walked into the forest. but it’s been 22 months, and you were still walking on this earth, choosing to live amidst the chaos—so long as jacob was with you. 

and when you leaned your forehead on his, eyes closed, you felt his breath graze against your lips. “i need you.”

all it took were three words from you. “okay.”

it’s been two months since that happened. the safe haven was rebuilt once more. you and jacob fortified the defense system, hoping they’ll be enough to keep any infected and raiders out. all that matters is that you two were protected—safe—from the chaos.

now, you sit on a couch as you flip through the pages of a book you didn’t have time to read before the outbreak. when all responsibilities vanished, you were able to find enough time to do things you couldn’t do then.

you were ready to get yourself sucked into the world of the novel, but jacob came into the living room with his hands behind his back and a small smile on his lips. “do you remember what you made me promise you before?”

you frown at him, confused, until he shows you an acoustic guitar. “oh my god, you found one?” you put the book on the coffee table.

he takes a seat beside you, body facing towards you as he rests the instrument on his lap. “here, first-row tickets to my first show.” you almost laughed because this is no stadium or club, but a home—one you built with him.

it takes only one smile from him for you to hold it back.

“any song requests?” he strums on the guitar strings, perfectly in tune. it’s almost as if he tuned it before coming to you.

a hum leaves you as you rest your head on your hand propped on the couch. “whatever you want to show me.”

it takes him a few seconds, fingers fiddling with the strings, until he figures out what to play. when he sings out the words—dearest, darling, my universe—you melt like the candles you lit up those nights. as he continues to play a song of a world in hysteria but a love that endures, that’s when you realize what you’ve had all this time.

time is the one thing that occupies your mind. it holds value, something that shouldn’t be wasted, and you learned to revolve your life around it.

it takes you two years to figure out that life doesn’t end after the outbreak—and 17 months to realize that your safe haven is not a two-story house with an orange tree in the garden but the boy in front of you.

when you lean closer to him, his fingers falter, messing up the chords. your hand reaches out to caress his face as your eyes flicker to his lips. you don’t miss how jacob holds his breath, how he stops playing the guitar, how his eyes look back at yours—it’s a slurry of warmth, tenderness.

“i love you.”

all it took was a three-word phrase from you for him to close the distance.

the warmth that spreads within you is like the one you experience in the abandoned cabin. but now, you’re full of hope—a reason to stay—in an infected-ridden world.

now, only one question echoes within your mind: how much longer do we have?

an eternity is what you hope.

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[yizmiu]

SITUATIONSHIP 〻ᯇ # lee heeseung

013. jittleyang | smau + written (1007 wrds)

IN WHICH ✶ y/n loved the idea of love, simply because she hadn’t experienced it yet. She hoped and prayed that love would come to her at the perfect time of her life where she’s mentally stable and ready for it. So when she suddenly gets attention from Lee Heeseung—she can’t tell if she likes this or not? This sudden attention, he was extremely sweet to her, way too sweet that it was suspicious. Given his reputation, Heeseung wasn’t the type to settle. So why was he all up on Y/n? and just why was Y/n enjoying it? She was confused with herself and her new situationship, maybe she’s just overstimulated by everything and scared to commit.

Heeseung was so desperately hoping that Y/n would show up anytime soon because currently he has Kim Nali all up in his business. He doesn’t mind the girl, but what he expected was a simple ‘Hi, how are you?’ not her to hang around him all night. She even left her friend, which apparently was her first time at Kappa Chi.

“Where’s your friend? Sanghee, was it?” Heeseung asked, interrupting the girl. “Oh—Sanghee, she doesn’t mess around, I wouldn't go for her!” Nali nervously giggles. Heeseung looked at the girl weirdly, What the fuck is she on about…He thought.

“I don’t want to sleep with your friend, you left her alone, you should go be a good friend and find her.” Heeseung scoffed. “Oh—sorry! She’s okay though, she is very outgoing and likes to meet new people—see! she’s talking to someone!” Nali pointed in a direction, Heeseung turning his head to look. Sanghee and Hyunjae were talking to each other.

Heeseung looked down at his phone, constantly checking the time and constantly checking for a text. It was already 11 and Y/n wasn’t there, neither were her friends so they were probably still getting ready.

“Yo, do you know when Soobin is getting here?” Heeseung asked Beomgyu who was walking by. “He texted me saying they’ll be late, you waiting on Y/n?” He asked, taking a sip from his cup.

“Yeah, figured she would’ve texted me about being late.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Soob said the girls were napping together so they’re just waiting on them.” Beomgyu informed Heeseung, turning his attention to Nali and nodding at her.

“Hi, Nali.” Beomgyu said, the girl waved back. It was awkward. “Your friend and Hyunjae are really hitting it off.” Beomgyu laughs. “Save her.” He jokes before running off.

“How’s medical school?” Heeseung decides to ask, the awkward tension between the two was killing him. “It’s okay, the stress is getting to me so it could be better…” She sighed. “That’s the cost of wanting to be a doctor.” Heeseung jokes. “You’re smart, you’ll overcome the stress.” He assures the girl.

Nali’s eyes twinkle when she’s speaking to Heeseung, literally they do. She was so focused on the boy's eyes that she completely missed what he was saying.

“Nali? Are you listening?” Heeseung asked, waving his hand in front of the girl's face to get her attention. “Y/n and I are gonna go and get more ice. It was nice catching up with you.” Nali didn’t even notice the girl that stood beside Heeseung, Y/n who was in her eyes awfully close to the boy.

They were even matching.

“Hi, Nali.” Y/n stuck her hand out to the girl. “Hi.” Nali shook her hand. “You’re so pretty, I’ve seen you on twitter.” Y/n complimented the girl. “Thank you.” Nali sheepishly giggles.

“Of course.” Y/n nods her head.

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“She seemed a little awkward…” Y/n points out as she got into the passenger seat of Heeseungs car. “That’s just Nali, she’s nice but recently she’s been crossing the line.” Heeseung complained. “What do you mean by that?” Y/n buckled her seatbelt.

“She's jealous about me and you, she asked about what we were and told me I could be ‘real with her’.” Heeseung did air quotes. “I told her that if we were anything it wouldn’t be her business. And the way she responds to the primrose tweets—she doesn’t even go to primrose?!” Heeseung scoffed.

“Oh, yeah I noticed that. She was in my replies. I thought it was kind of odd because I’ve never seen her before. It was like she was in denial.” Y/n sighs.

“She’s been trying to get back into my life, which I wouldn’t really mind, I would love to become actual friends with her but she seems to want something more.”

“She is a girl with real feelings, Heeseung. Remember that.” Y/n defends the girl. “I’d feel the same way, if I got that type of attention just to keep things casual I’d probably go batshit crazy and become obsessed too.”

“Yeah, but I told her that I’m only messing around and she understood, she was fine with it at first so I don’t know why she’s acting like this.”

“Because she’s human.” Y/n laughs, “She definitely caught feelings later on while spending time with you. I don’t blame her.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re a charming guy, it’s hard to not want you.”

Is this girl drunk?

“Y/n, are you tipsy or something?” Heeseung quickly glances away from the road to look at the girl, “Do you hear what you are saying right now?”

“No, I’m not tipsy, are you crazy? I don’t even like to drink like that.”

“Are you saying you want me?” Heeseung gets straight to the point. “I’m saying you’re charming, you have this type of personality that makes someone want to be around you all the time.”

“Oh.” Heeseung falls silent. “Do you want me to want you?” Y/n teases him.

“No, but I wouldn’t hate a cool girl like you wanting me.” Heeseung says confidently. “Ah, okay. I see how it is.” Y/n laughs.

“For real though, would you get with me if we weren’t friends?” Heeseung asked out of curiosity. “Real question is, would you?” Y/n looks at the boy in disbelief, “You’re the one who doesn’t like to settle down.” She laughs.

“Okay, but you didn’t answer my question.” Heeseung was trying to get something out of Y/n, but he doesn’t know what.

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind. You kind of already act like my boyfriend. You do everything for me, you ask to match with me, and all your friends tell me you blow them off to hangout with me.” Y/n laughs, “But I just figured it’s because you like to be around me, if I wasn’t your friend but instead a fling you would treat me differently.”

“I guess so…” Heeseung fell silent once again.

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[daisyvisions]

SOFT HOURS (because I’m sick)

What are your thoughts in how the members of TBZ would take care of you when your sick? Maybe even a small story for each of them🥹 (by “story”, I mean like a paragraph lmfao)

(first off, I know you're not sick anymore and this was sent in months ago so I'm so sorry this was late but I hope you still like it huhu 🥺)

Sangyeon - The Doctor

He will always check up on you every hour of the day. He would monitor your temperature on his phone, give your meds on the dot, and make sure you’re resting well. And when the sickness has passed he will have a bag of things you still need to take in order to stay healthy. He’s traditional that way, but it all comes from the heart.

Jacob - The Mother Hen

Incredibly caring and will make sure you have what you need (even if there are times you don’t need certain items). Likes to give you hugs or stay by your side most of the time and maybe even leave some forehead kisses. Most of all, will keep asking if you are okay and will not stop feeding you soup and fruits. Not to mention, everything he cooks always smells so good!

Younghoon - The Worried One

Constantly asks how you are feeling and makes sure that you will not move a finger while you’re resting in bed. One small movement from you like getting up to refill your water he will scold you (lovingly). He just wants to be sure you’re eating and resting as much as you can and that it’s his job to take care of you. (But don’t tell him you went to the bathroom on your own at night or carried a few groceries from the front door or else…)

Hyunjae - The Goofy Guy

Loves to lighten the mood and make you feel like you aren’t even sick at all! All the jokes, the teasing, and light tickles… he just wants to make you smile despite being sick. Might even come into your room with doctor’s clothes to get into character honestly (yes he even brought all the equipment a doctor would usually have on him). After all, laughter is the greatest medicine 😉

Juyeon - The Nurse

Mostly either by your side or whenever you call he will be right there. He has almost everything prepared for you in his bag or in your room no matter what time of day. Does his best to recharge your energy but if you don’t feel like eating for example, he won’t force it. Will definitely hold your hand while you’re asleep.

Kevin - The Entertainer

As the title suggests, it’s watching tv shows and movie marathons with this one. Will bring anything to keep you entertained be it showing you tiktok videos, reading books, playing card games if you’re up for it, and so on. He might even go over the top and bring a portable karaoke set and you best believe he’s gonna make you sing (don’t worry, he always sanitizes the mics before using them!)

Chanhee - The Silent Helper

He doesn’t really say much because he would prefer that his actions speak louder than words. Whether it’s cooking for you, helping you get up and do other tasks, hugging or leaving you kisses, he’ll do it all. And usually as soon as you wake up you’ll always find what you need by your bedside table because he’s always ten steps ahead of you. But don’t forget to thank him, because when you do his flustered face is always the cutest. 🥰

Changmin - The Motivator

Definitely the type that likes to praise you every time you finish your food, take your meds, or show any sign of improvement. He always messages you things like “You can do it!” or “You’ll get better!”. No matter what state he might be in, he will always smile and cheer you on. He never fails to be there for you in any shape or form.

Haknyeon - The Sweetheart

Is very loving and caring naturally, so what more when you’re sick? Likes to climb into bed with you and cuddle you until you sleep, stroking your hair and overall making sure you feel loved by him (even if you already know how much he does). He might even bring your planned date to you by setting up a cute table, cook your favorite food and make the mood romantic. At this point, are you even sick?

Sunwoo - The Coddler

Oh boy, this man will make it like a drama when you’re sick. “Oh no! My baby is sick” “Don’t move a muscle” and if you cough he’s gonna run so quick and ask if you’re okay. He’s worse than Younghoon at this point, he practically babies you! Not to mention gets all whiney and pouty when you don’t listen to him and do some things yourself like getting water. “You did WHAT without me? Baby seriously… 🥺”

Eric - The Energizer

The first thing he’ll do is bring all the items, food, medicines, vitamins, etc. That will get you energized and have a faster recovery. Seriously this guy has it all in his bag, he’s practically Marry Poppins! Not only that, but his mood is that of a ray of sunshine and full of energy, you sometimes forget you’re sick when you’re around him! He’s the perfect guy to have especially when you just want to feel better asap! A literal battery to help you get charged!

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[booiiee]

Brooklyn Baby

Pairing: Lee Jaehyun (Hyunjae) × Female Reader

Tags: Fluff, Hyunjae is WHIPPED, They bicker- a LOT, they love each other so much, it's pathetic actually, eventual smut (duh), separate tags and warnings for smut in the smut chapter. MINORS DNI!!

For @un-love 🩷🩷

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Chapter 1

It's summer of 2024 you've just shifted your whole life to Brooklyn New York, a decision that you and your friends and family had to all collectively take, Brooklyn is expensive and people are rude sometimes but for the first time you're building your life

You love your job, not a lot of therapist can say that specially with how taxing the job can be, but you really love your job, you're one of the most loved therapist at Brooklyn's biggest hospital NewYork-Presbyterian Brooklyn Methodist Hospital (yes i googled that) and let's just say you earn enough to have an entire studio apartment to yourself, something that you've come to realize, you love.

Your job is many things but it is not a job where you have a lot of free time, it might even be busier than working at a fashion magazine like your friend Daisy does,some days she is the only reminder of your life back in your home country, and your love for kpop and a certain kpop idol- Lee Jaehyun from The Boyz.

“Miss Rose, the director wants to see you.” your thoughts were interrupted by your assistant Liz- or Elizabeth, informing you of your rather sudden meeting with the director. Now the old Jasmine would absolutely lose it over being called by the director but moving to a place like Brooklyn from India has made you indifferent to these small anxiety triggering things.

To say that you were surprised would be the understatement of the century. The director had assigned you a patient of your busy (lazy) colleague, some VIP, whose case was “of utmost importance” to the hospital, which in itself was making you angry as if one life was worth more than the other. Nonetheless, you were gonna treat this patient like any other patient.

“Hi, Mr. Eric? I am Dr. Rose. I am taking over your case as of today, as informed. Please follow me this way” you introduce yourself to a tall man with freshly dyed brunette hair with a mask. He must be some high profile person given the way he was avoiding the stares from people.

R- You can keep the mask on until you feel comfortable to talk without them, our session can happen without you having to show your face.

E- Oh that is a relief thank you doctor.

R- So tell me Eric, what do you love doing when you are the most stressed and when you have a lot of leisure time?

E- Oh I thought you’d start with asking me my sickness

R- You say sickness like it is a bad thing

E- Is it not?

R- Well being sick is not great but it is not something derogatory.

*No one is born a patient and no one stays a patient till the end*.

*(From Daily dose of Sunshine)

As far as the questions go, if you’d rather me start with discussing your diagnosis, i am happy to do so

E- No its…its okay we can do your method.

I am skipping the actual therapy part because I am neither a licensed therapist nor a psych student to be writing that.

The 3 weeks you were assigned Eric’s case you found that against your better judgment, you guys were becoming almost friends, which is to say was weird in more ways than one. You were his therapist and you did not know what he looked like. You never asked him to take off his mask. He never mentioned why he prefers to wear one. So you decided you’d start and stay away from him in the hospital corridors when you often bump into each other after his session with your colleague.

E- I know we are not supposed to be friends and all that protocol, but you have really helped me in ways i could never explain and i am not the best person when it comes to gifts but i asked my friend j and he suggested this since you like to read- i've seen all those books in your office

Your gasp was audible to not only Eric but a few staff around as he pulled out a blue box. Eric quickly pulled you aside and for the first time, took off his mask.

R- You’re THE Eric?????

E- I mean I dont really say that about myself but i think you know me? Which is even better, so you know that i can afford this and im not robbing a bank for this gift, which also is not the case cause J bought this really-

R- Wait, I WILL not accept that, and give me a minute Wow! okay.

Eric, hi, I love your music and you'd understand when i say how weird this is to know my patient is a member of the group i love

E- aww doc you’re a fan. That makes me wanna be your friend even moore

R- Yeah, we’re gonna…we’ll talk about that later.

Wait, you're Eric from TBZ, so your friend J who often drops you to your session, the one who bought this SUPER EXPENSIVE gift, is J, Jaehyun? As in, Lee Jaehyun?

E- Yup you got that right! The one and only! In Fact he is on his way up, now that you’ve seen me, we can all talk comfortably

R- Oh No… no no, NO.

E- But why? Do you not like Hyunjae? *Gasp* Are you a hyunjae antiii??

R- WHAT???? NO! I could never hate my Hyunjae! not in this lifetime for suree!!!

“Well that’s good to know, Miss Rose”

You could identify that voice in a room full of noisy people, let alone the silence of the corridor, so you had no choice but to tun around and see a curly haired masked man smiling at you. Oh this is not good for your job.

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Chapter 2 will be posted super soon!!

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[depressedhouseplant]

Just Fucking Write - Day 91

Prompt: Apocalypse AU pt 11. Masterlist here

Tags: None

A/N: This one’s a shortie, but *~forshadowing~*

The dark haired doctor, Kevin, pulled out a canister and attached a bulb and mask to it. He was about to put the mask on Kai’s face when Yeonjun blocked him.

“What the fuck are you about to give him?” He asked.

“We nicknamed it the Breath of God. It’s a cocktail of pain medication, stimulants, and antibiotics. It’ll stabilize him enough so we can move him and get him to an actual medical facility,” Kevin explained.

“Then what?” Yeonjun asked.

“We could fix that arm for you too,” Jacob nodded at the sling Yeonjun was wearing.

“That’s not what I meant,” Yeonjun said.

“I know. He’ll likely need more surgery, but we’ll do our best to be minimally invasive,” Jacob replied.

“Chanhee and Haknyeon will go along,” Sangyeon said.

“I’m coming,” Taehyun said.

“And you’re not getting anywhere without me,” Jihyo finished. Hyunjae looked at Younghoon then back at Jihyo.

“And you don’t go anywhere without me,” he said.

“Jae?” Younghoon asked.

“She’s right. I was part of this too. And I don’t trust her,” Hyunjae replied.

“Of course you don’t,” Jihyo rolled her eyes. She looked at Yeonjun. “Well?”

“Give him the meds,” Yeonjun told Kevin. Kevin nodded and put the mask over Kai’s face and pumped the solution into his lungs.

“You don’t have to go,” Younghoon said.

“Yes, I do,” Hyunjae kissed him. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Time to go. This doesn’t last long,” Jacob told them.

“I love you,” Hyunjae kissed Younghoon again.

“I love you too,” Younghoon replied. Hyunjae couldn’t shake the feeling that everyone who was leaving their fortress wouldn’t come back alive.

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[ericshoney]

Thrill Ride ~ Chapter twelve

Warnings: Mention of death, car crash.

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An hour later, Lottie was feeling numb. She had been given a drink from Juyeon, but wasn't aware there was a relaxer inside it. Her body felt numb, her mind was blank and she didn't know what to do or think. The guys sat around her as she was tucked in the bed.

"How are you feeling, sweetie?" Changmin asked, rubbing her back softly.

"Empty." Lottie mumbled.

"We understand, darling." Kevin said, patting her knee.

"Why?" She asked.

"Why what?" Juyeon asked.

"Why make me believe he's still alive?" She asked.

"Was the letter fake too?" She also asked.

"Want me to explain, lovely?" Sangyeon asked.

Lottie sighed, but nodded, letting the leader explain everything that happened. His members remaining quiet, knowing it's a touchy subject.

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It was the morning after Jax walked out, or drove out. His car was missing from the driveway. Sangyeon had held back the others from searching for him, hoping he would return on his own. Everyone was quiet at breakfast when a rapid knock startled them. Sangyeon was the first to go to the front door, the others following quickly. He opened the door and saw Jax all banged up on the doorstep, his car smashed up in the driveway.

"So...Sorry." He choked out, spitting some blood on the floor. 

Sangyeon quickly wrapped Jax's arm around his shoulder, leading him to the kitchen, getting him to sit down.

"Chanhee call an ambulance. Hyunjae and Younghoon, hide Jax's car in the garage. Jacob and Kevin start to patch him up the best you can." Sangyeon instructed.

The said males quickly sprung into action at the orders. Jax coughed and held his chest. His whole body bruised and bleeding.

"What happened?" Eric called, his voice full of worry.

"After our....argument....I wanted to cool down. I went for a drive....ending up at the docks. It was quiet....when a couple of Chan's guys came. I went to leave...but they cornered me....forcing me into a race with Hyunjin....I agreed wanting to leave quickly....and knew I could beat him....but they cheated....Changbin was waiting on the East side....smashed into my side....sending me spinning....they soon left quickly and I managed to get back...my car is ruined..." Jax explained through a series of coughs and deep breaths.

"Well don't worry, at this point your car doesn't exist. We'll say it was a hit and run. You were coming back from the store when someone hit you and drove off. We all agree." Sangyeon said, making the group nod.

The ambulance soon arrived and Jax was taken away to the hospital. Everyone kept a brave face as they followed and arrived quickly, rushing into the room to see many doctors working on Jax. However the group was pushed out into the waiting room, which felt like forever before a nurse told them they could return. They saw Jax all bandaged up in a bed, a drip in his arm and an oxygen tube in his nose.

"How are you feeling?" Jacob cautiously asked.

"Ache." Jax groaned.

"I'm sorry....I shouldn't have let you leave." Sangyeon apologised.

"No I should have called for help." Jax replied.

Jax closed his eyes, his heart monitor beeping steadily. Everyone was quiet for a bit, until the injured male spoke.

"San...Sangyeon." He called.

"Yes?" The eldest replied.

"Look....Look after Lottie for me....tell her I love her." He said quietly.

"You can tell her yourself, Jax. We can call her to come tomorrow." He replied.

"Look after her for me. Please." Jax repeated.

The group shared worried glances as Jax's heart monitor started to beep quicker until a sudden flat-line. Doctors rushed back into the room, pushing the group out once again, this time they were fighting and screaming to stay. It was no use as they got sent to the waiting room again.

The group stood around, hoping it was just a false alarm and they would walk back in to see Jax's heart monitor back to normal and he'd be okay. But sadly it wasn't that way. A doctor walked out, a sad look on their face.

"I'm sorry." He said.

The group all felt sadness, a broken feeling. They walked back into the room to say one final goodbye to their fellow brother. Sangyeon holding Jax's cold hand, a single tear running down his face.

"I promise you Jax Lee. I'll take care of your sister and keep her safe." He said.

From that day on, the group knew, they would protect, love and care for Lottie as their own girl. Keeping the promise to their taken brother.

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Lottie couldn't hold back the tears at Sangyeon's story. Still taking in the loss. She then realised the letter was fake, set up by the guys so they could get her there. She then also realised his car was in perfect condition.

"Wait....his car....his car isn't damaged I saw it when I first arrived." She mentioned, wiping a few tears away.

"We worked on it. Got it back in good condition, in honour of him." Sangyeon said.

Lottie nodded again, not knowing what to feel. But she couldn't feel angry, yes she was sad, but not angry. They were doing what her brother had asked in his last moment. Lottie just cried into Changmin's chest, holding his top tightly and the boys knew they had a quiet day ahead of them.

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[eventuallyaugust]

profiles. the chaos within

THE CHAOS WITHIN (@/thchswthn) | account status: inactive, seoul high's iconic band from batch '16 that consists of famous former troublemakers from five classes of year 9, formed by the teachers to compete with other schools as a punishment for them, the members start to enjoy it after winning a local competition, the band went through disbandment after the members graduated

"do you see now? i always win at the end. what jae wants, jae gets. i'm not scared of them, they're scared of me."

AHN HYUNJAE (@/ahnyj & @/lvngwithu) | '00 liner; she gets chosen to join the band because of her "ultimate" scheme: videotaped a teacher who was grooming a first year (whose face was blurred and voice distorted for privacy); the teacher got fired, got his teaching license revoked, and humiliated to the whole campus; she gets the position of the band's lead vocalist because all the other position was already taken (she just joined for the fun of it, not because she's scared of getting expelled or suspended), her answer when gets asked why she "humiliated a teacher (who was loved by many)": "i just did what was right and i'm always right."; the other band members expected her to become a teacher knowing how good she led the group the moment they met each other

"i bet you bitches didn't see that coming. next time, don't you ever come for lily again or else i may not be so nice for the second time."

OH HAEWON (@/lifesizeteddy) | '00 liner; she gets chosen to join the band because she punched the bully of her gf lily whose lunch money was getting stolen and getting shoved against the lockers; the bully faced a month of community service and detention; chose the bassist and vocalist position since she knows how a bass guitar works thanks to her older brother who plays one and can sing very well according to her gf (she joined the band because lily asked her to do it); her response when the principal asked her why she did it: "i've had enough."; surprised everyone by becoming a doctor

"you guys started this and i just finished it. if i were you, i would be scared right now."

BAE JINSOL (@/baejibae) | '00 liner; she gets chosen to join the band because she beat a group of students up who were bullying the school librarian; the librarian was the sweetest people she knows in the campus; chose the lead guitarist position because she grew up playing an electric guitar (she joined the band to avoid getting expelled and not get her girlfriend sullyoon worried); her response when the principal interrogated her why she punched the bully: "you cannot blame me for your actions. my hands just moved on their own."; the others don't know how she became a chef when she was banned in the kitchen after that one time in seonghwa's apartment.

"other people's lack of common sense makes me stop and think for a moment. i can't believe people like them exist."

JUNG WOOYOUNG (@/wowyng) | '99 liner, he gets chosen to join the band after he leaked mr. kim's flirty and provocative messages with another teacher from other school when he's married, the teacher got fired along with his mistress as wooyoung apologized to the wife who surprised him by thanking him for freeing her from her now abusive ex-husband, chose the position as the lead guitarist because he looks good while playing an electric guitar (he joined the band to avoid getting his mother worried about him), his response when mr. kim interrogated him why he leaked the messages: "bro, that's your wife. why would it be my fault that you cheated on her? the fuck?"; his quick thinking skills and memorization skills make him a great lawyer and thus, why he chose to be one

"don't ever show your face to me again, or you'll end up visiting the hospital for the second time."

PARK SEONGHWA (@/hwow) | '99 liner, he gets chosen after beating a group of bullies up with a bat for threatening the elderlies living near the campus, the students got expelled and tarnished their parents' reputation while he walks out of the principal's office with a smirk, chose the position as the band's drummer because he knows how to play the instrument and certainly not because he likes to hit something (he joined the band as per the elderlies' requests), his response after the parents of battered students asked him why he did it: "let me guess, they didn't tell you what they did? ...oh? then let me be the one to tell."; engineering isn't exactly a foreign profession to work in, but for seonghwa? who likes to destroy something? it sure does.

taglist (open!): @awkwardtoafault ,

disclaimer: i DO NOT ENCOURAGE the violent acts they do even they are right and i changed some of the birth years to fit the scenario

spawns of satan | masterlist | the flowers in the meadow

#eventuallyaugust #kpop ggs #try again oc: ahn hyunjae #try again smau #try again #the chaos within #try again: the chaos within #kim minju smau #kim minju x reader #kim minju x oc

[sugarcherriess]

Imagine you’re going in to get an IUD at the doctor. Your normal doctor, Dr. Lee (but he begs you to call you Jaehyun), is a bit of a perv. You know he likes you, but you’re not gonna explore that with your doctor. Every time he examined you, you can feel the lingering stares and touches. His breathless voice whenever he looks at you. Anyways- when he hears that you want an IUD, he basically cries out “WHY?!” Because he thinks that if you just had his kids, you’d change your mind because of how cute they’d be. You tell him that it’s your choice and it’s not permanent (and how he really shouldn’t be flirting with his patient). He ignore that last part and said that he’ll implant the IUD himself. The thoughts of him looking at your pussy makes you squirm, but he’s the doctor right? He has you strapped down and had you put on a hospital gown for the procedure. The way he looks at you makes you feel some kind of way- but you scold yourself for thinking like that about your doctor. You’re confused when he sticks a finger into your pussy, but he said he needs to stretch it out somehow for the implant right? He keeps adding fingers and thrusting and you’re feeling a bit too good. Is he really supposed to be doing this? You start to freak out when your about to cum because this DEFINITELY isn’t professional and how it’s supposed to go. Only then did you realize he isn’t even wearing gloves. You squirming only makes him go faster and you’re cumming in no time. When you do, you better believe his face is shoved in your crotch lapping up all he can get. After making you come a second time, he gets up and starts to take his pants off. You ask what he’s doing, and he said he’s gonna get you pregnant with his baby to prove to you that you’ll change your mind about not having kids after you have his.

- 🍞

Im gonna be completely transparent here bestie but i saw and read this when you sent it in and even after a whole day of contemplation and self reflection I honestly have nothing to add or say. And i know i sound like a broken record and i come off as batshit crazy but i would one hundred percent without an ounce of doubt or shame in me let doctor hyunjae take advantage of me like this

Its a privilege only he gets to enjoy

#˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Adonis Speaks #˚₊·➴ My Lovely 🍞 #favs #no tags bc im gatekeeping this i hope you understand mwah

[sunwoosberrie]

also is there a specific member from tbz you'd like the request for?? i actually had this dad!hyunjae au for my 600 milestone event but its just between him and his child bc the synopsis is basically him just finding out mc is cheating on him while he's buying a gift for his kid 😭😭 i genuinely dont think im capable of writing fluff NOT WITH THIS MIND

but youre right!! you never see fics that go past the marriage stage and i would love to write one (plus i miss writing abt kids </3. i've only ever written abt kids for kidult and one...hyunjae...timestamp....its always mfing hyunjae 😭) and and be free to drop a storyline or something and i might be able to make it into a decent lengthed oneshot :D

i have work in less than an hour but i can definitely use it as a planning period for both this and the hyunjae wip YOUR SUGGESTIONS WERE MWAH TOP TIER BYW

the. pain. may I please just call you the god of angst plots that include kids <\3

and I'd like Changmin please the love of my life I have real romantic feelings for him i love him sm- anyways.

i don't really have any plotline in mind actually you can go with whatever you think will be good, all I really need is some good fluff with like, how they started to dating to the proposal to the wedding and a glimpse of their life after getting married...having kids..yeah, it could just be a y/n and changmins life in a nutshell oneshot basically :') aksjdhdh😭 surPRISEEE ME QUEEENNN I WILL LITERALLY BE HAPPY WITH WHATEVER YOU GIVE ME

also this is an optional you don't really have to include this but if possible, I F POSSIBLE could y/n be a doctor or a medical student? again, this ones SUPER OPTIONAL you don't have to use it!!

[zzoguri]

all about moni

➵ hi everyone, i am moni! if we’re close feel free to call me by any nickname </3

➵ they/them pronouns (any if close, all gendered terms OK!) and identify as nonbinary unlabelled.

➵ 20 years old who lives in the philippines — eng/fil OK!

➵ 3rd-year communications major who is also active in my uni's newspaper so i have a very sporadic schedule xP

➵ this blog does hold an array of interests. however, it mostly focuses on my writings and current hyperfixation/s

all about moni's works

➵ i mainly write about the boyz and reader-insert fics whether in the romantic or platonic aspect. i also make my fics reader-centric. — although i write my readers to use they/them pronouns, i do note that they are afab on most occasions. please read the warnings.

➵ i write both sfw and nsfw. take note that this is my first time fully getting into writing fics and publishing them so always be kind as i'm figuring out my writing style :] — will not be writing about yandere, incest, and any majorly toxic themes that i'm uncomfortable writing about. i have every right to deny your request.

➵ i am not the best with requests. if you do request something, please do not expect too much nor get mad at me if i am unable to fulfill.

➵ for any feedback, i would love if you would reblog it! however, you can also send comments, feedbacks, or even requests to be part of the tag list to my ask/inbox.

moni's tag system old ➵ new

zzoguri thoughts ➵ nom nom

all my thoughts!!! about anything and everything i think about!! suitable for 16+

monstah

all my nsfw thoughts!! please block this tag if under 18

zzoguri works ➵ works of moni

all my works (though you can already find that in my masterlist)

zzoguri updates ➵ psa

all updates in terms of writing, from ideas to actually writing &lt;3

zzoguri feedbacks/zzoguri feedback ➵ reviewed and approved

all the feedback i received on my works :') good to look back to &lt;3

zzoguri asks ➵ om nom

all the asks i receive

love notes 💌 ➵ all my loves

all the love notes i receive from mutuals and followers &lt;3

zzoguri requests ➵ food for a thought

all the requests i received and fulfilled

my boyz (the boyz), my sun for life (kim sunwoo), cobster (jacob bae), changmin lover (ji changmin), my erigi (eric sohn), the moon shines for all (kevin moon), catjyu (lee juyeon)

____ brainrot (all other general interests! expect a lot of doctor who, fe3h, atla, and more that you can find below)

moni's silly interests and other symbols of comfort

current hyperfixation ➵ the boyz

ults ➵ day6 (ot4) ✰ bts (namgi) ✰ the boyz (sunwoo, jacob, changmin, juyeon, eric, and hyunjae) ✰ txt (soobin) ✰ le sserafim (ot5) ✰ loona (yeojin, chuu, choerry, and vivi), p1harmony (intak)

my other loves

nct dream (jaemin and donghyuck) ✰ seventeen (seungkwan, dokyeom, and minghao) ✰ weki meki (yoojung and lucy) ✰ stayc (sumin, sieun, and isa)

bibi ✰ dean ✰ woodz ✰ seori ✰ yerin baek ✰ dpr ✰ giriboy ✰ ph-1 ✰ woo ✰ offonoff ✰ crush ✰ penomeco ✰ epik-high

hyukoh ✰ wave to earth ✰ lucky tapes ✰ jannabi ✰ se so neon ✰ polkadot stingray ✰ surl ✰ nell ✰ lucy ✰ indigo la end ✰ onewe ✰ radwimps ✰ no buses ✰ cnblue

hippo campus ✰ laufey ✰ faye webster ✰ mitski ✰ phoebe bridgers ✰ sabrina carpenter ✰ matt maltese ✰ niki ✰ maneskin

ludwig ✰ quarterjade ✰ itzmasayoshi ✰ jerma985 ✰ tinakitten ✰ the yard ✰ jacksepticeye ✰ markiplier

valorant ✰ kirby ✰ fe3h (claude von riegan) ✰ omori ✰ the last of us ✰ overwatch ✰ pokemon ✰ inscryption ✰ undertale ✰ borderlands ✰ minecraft ✰ bioshock infinite ✰ stardew valley

doctor who ✰ little women (2019) ✰ everything, everywhere, all at once ✰ the spiderverse franchise ✰ the mandalorian ✰ community ✰ new girl ✰ modern family ✰ superstore ✰ the good place

tomo-chan wa onnanoko ✰ cowboy bebop ✰ brass & sass ✰ the melancholy of haruhi suzumiya ✰ kyoukai no kanata ✰ code geass ✰ steins;gate

[timextoxhajima]

HOSTIS, Chapter I: Primi Foederis, The First Meeting

Member: Lee Hyunjae (tbz)

Genre (by chapter): angst, drama, comedy featuring doctor hyunjae 

Category: Short Novel/ Long Series (because i’m expecting to invest quite a lot of effort into this)

A/N: YEET back with another short novel idk how long this one is going to run. i’m already predicting it’s going to be longer than chaebol juyeon because i have alot of ideas waiting to come out in this one, let’s see if i butcher it LOL. this is the first piece of work i’m posting on tumblr that isn’t part of my playlist feels collection because i don’t think i’ll be able to find a track that fits every chapter well like i’ve been doing for my playlist feels collection. any-o-how, hopefully this is gonna go well... and i’ll see you on the other side ;)

“i’ve invested so much time and effort to make sure i will never have to see you again...” 

“but i must’ve done something unforgivable in my past life for fate to put us in the same place,”

“...even after a decade.”

the amygdala helps coordinate responses to things in one’s environment, especially those that trigger an emotional response. 

this structure plays an important role in anger.

the rapid, minimal, and evaluative processing of the emotional significance of the sensory data is done when the data passes through the amygdala in its travel from the sensory organs along certain neural pathways towards the limbic forebrain. 

emotion caused by discrimination of stimulus features, thoughts, or memories however, occurs when its information is relayed from the thalamus to the neocortex.

based on some statistical analysis, some doctors have suggested that the tendency for anger may be genetic. 

but that’s not the case for you. 

usually, you’d run your thoughts through your head before you spat them out, but the sight of him was enough to make you want to regurgitate your breakfast.

“you have to be shitting me.”

not one pinch of regret shows in your words, and all you could do was stare in utter disbelief at the man standing right opposite you. the department head had a clipboard in his hand as he flipped through it, only pausing when he heard your cold, yet frustrated tone buried in your expression. 

“oh,” he releases the sheets of paper in his hand and places the clipboard down on the table he was leaning on. “so you know each other.”

the gleaming sunlight was shining into the room behind the man standing directly opposite you, and the department head was resting his rear against the edge of the desk between the two of you. 

the years of hard work finished themselves as certificates and plaques of achievements that hung on the wall behind him, and from the corner of your eye, you could almost see your own enraged facial expression in the reflection off the awards. 

“well, that makes things a lot easier for me, but i am still obligated to facilitate a proper introduction -- meeting -- or whatever the two of you want to call it,” the glasses on his nose would’ve fallen off if he didn’t push them back up his nose bridge.

your eyes were darting back and forth between the department head and the last person you’d ever want to see, or even have within your reach. your jaw was locked and your temples were so tight, you could feel a vein slowly exposing itself on your forehead.

“y/n, this is doctor lee hyunjae, and the both of you will be my mentees for the next two weeks.”

i know his fucking name--

“so until those two weeks are up, i wouldn’t expect anything less than the two of you following me around like little puppies,”

puppies? just call us dogs and that’ll already be half the truth.

“and after that, there’ll be a high chance that you’ll both need work on a research project with the research department--”

“‘research department’?” you blurt out rudely, but the department head doesn’t look like he could care less. 

“did i say that wrong?” he raises an indifferent brow at you, arms crossed over his chest while he pulls his shoulder blades backwards. 

there was no way you would’ve complained about med school being so difficult if you knew this day was coming. the energy required to contain your desire to punch lee hyunjae in the nose and ram your knee into his groin was enough to drain you in that very moment. 

you would’ve passed out if you weren’t standing in the department head’s office.

“i agree it’s not like the hospital to put two young doctors to work on a research project, but the work the both of you did in your respective schools were a little difficult for the research department to ignore.”

‘respective schools’...

the silence becomes deafening, and the department head starts to smack his lips awkwardly loudly. “so if you have no further questions for now, i’d like you to fill up some administrative forms for the hospital to finalise, and then i’ll see you in the cafeteria for lunch at twelve,” he pulls out some sheets of paper from the clipboard and hands it to the two of you after slotting them into clear files. 

“after lunch, i’ll give you one more tour around the hospital and a more detailed orientation of the north wing where the research department is... and the east wing where the neurology department is, which the two of you would be officially attached to and on document.”

you skim through the documents in the file, and your eyes naturally travel back up to look at your mentor. 

“so if there are no further questions, you may go.”

both you and lucifer bow to your mentor, and he waits for the both of you to leave the office before he returns to his huge leather seat. 

you let yourself out the door, not bothering to hold it open for your colleague. the grip on the clear file was tightening every second and you don’t realise you were on the verge of crumpling the contents of it. every muscle and feature on your face were compressed in itself, but luckily it doesn’t catch the attention of passing hospital staff and patients walking along the hall way.

the reflection off the frame of the lift tells you that your lips were white from the airtight closure, and you jab the lift button like you hated it. 

“just so you know, i’m not fond of the idea of being stuck with you for an indefinite amount of time either.”

“ha,” you scoff, watching him stand a safe distance behind you in the reflection. “i must be so lucky for you to be able to read my expression and distaste... especially with how hard i tried to hide it.”

he snorts behind you, and the air hits the hair of your ponytail. 

“you’ve never been able to hide your feelings anyway,” 

this piece of--

“so it would be such an honor to even see you try.”

your eye twitches and your lips pucker in rage at the smug tone in his voice. you turn on one heel and raise the file, ready to swing it into his face. 

“you--”

he grabs your wrist, waiting for your strength in your forearm to dissipate. you begin to writhe your way out of his grip with pursed lips, and he drops it like it wasn’t attached to you.

you take a step back towards the lift and mindlessly pat down your white coat, glaring at him with eyes you wish had daggers. 

“nice to know your temper hasn’t changed.”

“i have a designated type of temper when it comes to you, not because i have anger management issues.”

the lift arrives and the doors open to reveal an empty space, pouring a bucket full of agony and scorn over your head when the realisation of being stuck with lee hyunjae for an indefinite amount of time sinks into your neurons. 

just being around lee hyunjae was so difficult to swallow. 

if you weren’t in a hospital with patients who had an actual reason to throw up, you would’ve done it in plain sight. 

if you knew there were no laws to sentence you to death for murder, you would’ve stabbed him in the eye.

if you weren’t a doctor who took a pledge to only save lives just under a week ago, you would���ve poisoned him with some godforsaken virus mankind has found a way to contain. 

you would’ve enjoyed lunch and the tour of the hospital, despite it being your third time wandering around the compound, if it weren’t for the fact that the last person you wanted to see was standing right next to you the entire duration.

becoming a doctor was nothing short of prestige and honour for your family, especially when you’ve come from a long line of neurosurgeons and relatives who would’ve spent more time inhaling the scent of a certain hospital than their own homes. 

it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that it was in your blood to follow in everybody else’s footsteps; your parents would’ve probably freaked out and started worrying that you were someone’s secret illegitimate child if you didn’t become one.

“you must be y/n,” the doctor who had white hair and a wrinkly forehead had to be peeled and shoved off the seat by your mentor for him to get up and greet you. 

“this is doctor kim, head of research for neurology,” your mentor introduces as doctor kim shakes your hand. 

“and you must be lee hyunjae,” he shakes lucifer’s hand. 

‘petty’ was a word nobody usually associated you with, but you busked in the little sprinkle of glory and smugness when you see lee hyunjae’s lips twitch in disgust when he shakes the hand that just touched yours. 

“if you’re working on research, then you will report to doctor kim--”

“i’ve seen both your reports and research work and they are phenomenal--”

“uh, doctor kim--”

“how did oxford manage to come up with this set of data?” he literally sweeps his bony, wrinkled hands across the table, looking for something you assume he took from lucifer’s application portfolio. 

“doctor--”

“and how did harvard even think about this link? it’s so mind-boggling, i must admit i haven’t really wrapped my head around it--”

“doctor kim!” 

the sharp call startles you, and everybody else in the office turns to provide the group of you their attention. 

“sorry,” your mentor raises his hand and gives a small apologetic bow. “doctor kim,” he gently removes the items the old research doctor has grasped in his hands and places them elsewhere on the table. 

you note that though doctor kim does not look a day older than sixty, he must’ve been losing his brain cells and composure from all the research he’s been doing.

“the two of them will be officially placed in the neurology department under me, but do you remember that email you sent to me about wanting them to join your team?”

“of course! what do you treat me as?” the elder man frowns and pulls off his glasses, fists resting on his hips and looking up at your mentor. 

the sight lifts your spirits a little, and you momentarily forget that lucifer was standing right next to you. 

“uh-- okay, well, all you gotta do is drop me an email about one week prior to whenever you need them, but for these two weeks they are still going to be trainees mentored by me, you follow?”

the elder man squints at him with eyes that scream ‘i’m not an idiot’, and your mentor takes the cue. 

“after the two weeks are up, just drop them an email one week prior to when you need them and you can cc them to me. they may be bright lights in the dark but it might not necessarily guide the right people.”

“will you shut your trap--” the elder doctor picks up a thick file and rams it into your mentor’s head. your eyes widen in shock, hand flying up to your mouth to hide your surprise at the sudden attack. lucifer stands by and crosses his arms over his chest, a light smile appearing over his lips.

“with enough honing and experience, they can go a long way,” he drops the file back onto his table. “you didn’t start here with as much potential as these kids do.”

“okay!” your mentor exclaims, turning around and waving the two of you away from the office space. “if that’s all doctor kim, we’re going to take our leave!”

“you better not let those kids think i’m a crazy old man!” he waves the thick file at all of you, and you give him a little wave while your mentor ushers the both of you out of the office space. 

a laugh escapes your nostrils, and your mentor looks down at you with a look of embarrassment while the three of you return to the lift lobby. 

“are you two close?” lucifer asks, pressing the button on the lift panel.

“he was my mentor when i first came here as a trainee, so he’s been looking after me since then, even after i stopped being his mentee.”

“oh,” you nod. “that’s nice.”

“well, he is getting on with age,” the lift arrives and he pauses while the hospital staff exit. someone in the crowd greets him. 

you and lucifer follow him inside, and he presses the button of the floor that connects the north wing to the east wing. 

“so it’s only a matter of time before he retires. i don’t want the hospital to be the last place he’s in and i don’t want the last time he was seen... alive... to be him burying his nose in his research papers. he doesn’t have his own family so he’s either alone at home or in the office and working until someone chases him home.”

“hasn’t the hospital or... i don’t know... you, talked to him about retiring?” 

the lift doors open, and you notice the pause in the air. 

lucifer’s question struck a chord somewhere, and your mentor was showing it. 

“both the hospital and i have talked to him about it, but it’s not easy leaving a place you love working in...”

a pause. 

“or at least a place you’ve been working it for more than forty years.”

he brings the both of you to the neurology department and returns the two of you to your neighbouring offices after he concludes the orientation and tour. 

the scent of the hospital would’ve been nauseating for some people, patients especially. but there was something about the way the place smelled that convinced you becoming a doctor was worth the effort and hard work. 

the way the air smelled like medicine and iv disinfectant made you hopeful for patients, the obligation for every surface to be spick and span never failed to satiate your need for hygiene. 

you were finally in a place you wanted to be.

the only downfall was that you were going to be stuck with lucifer for how long, you don’t even know. 

“so that concludes the tours and orientation. i hope it was adequate and even if it wasn’t, don’t hesitate to drop by my office and ask me anything you deem important enough to ask. otherwise you can just email me,” he slides his hands into his coat pockets. 

the two of you bow, ready to admire his back leaving the two of you before you could roll your eyes at each other. 

but he doesn’t leave.

“but before i go,” he raises a single pointer in the air, his other hand still in the pocket. “i’d like the both of you to know that the hospital has no space for... a lack of professionalism.”

you bite down on your bottom lip, slightly embarrassed. 

lucifer wasn’t going to let this go. 

“everybody has their differences, so i hope while the two of you have yours, it won’t affect your work here. the two of you are promising, and doctor kim wasn’t lying when he said the two of you have more potential than me when i first joined the hospital. with enough experience, the both of you could reach heights even i can only dream of.”

“oh, you flatter us,” lucifer provides a humble chuckle and waves it off. 

fake ass.

“i give credit where it’s due,” he returns his hand to the pocket. “so don’t prove me wrong.”

he doesn’t wait for either of you to respond before he walks off. the atmosphere hanging between the two of you was so still, so cold, so frozen, you were almost afraid that if you moved first, he was going to burst into some maniacal laughter. 

you suck in a deep breath, your eyes fluttering shut as the cold air sours your nose. the inhalation causes a sharp ache in your chest, not that it bothered you. 

“if he says that we both have potential, then i guess that puts us on the same pedestal.”

light seeps in through your lids and you watch the other hospital staff walk in and out of the office, his words running into your ear canals and sinking into the flesh of your brain. 

your hear lucifer turn around, and the pens in his pockets click against each other upon his movement. your eyes fixate on a clock on the wall opposite you and beyond some smaller cubicles. the red, digital numbers hanging right between the two lifts glaring at you like a demon’s eyes.

you hear the door of his office click and the friction of the rubber on the bottom of the glass door brushes against the carpeted floor. 

“you know,”

you sense the stoppage in his movements upon hearing the sudden words leaving your lips. 

“i’ve invested so much time and effort to make sure i will never have to see you again...”

a smile of pain and despair pulls the corners of your lips up your cheek, and you turn your head enough to see him in the corner of your eye. 

“but i must’ve done something unforgivable in my past life for fate to put us in the same place.”

you turn back and look at the clock, everyone’s movements within your field of vision slowing down. 

“...even after a decade.”

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Chapter 2: Antiquum Fabulum

#timetohajima #lee hyunjae #hyunjae #the boyz #the boyz hyunjae #doctor hyunjae #angst #drama #comedy #what #timetohajima hostis

[daisyvisions]

what do you think tbz member's job if they're not an idol?

i think younghoon would be doctor(?) since his brother are, and hyunjae in a law sector(?) hak would open a restaurant that has a speciallity with pork(?) sorry for my poor grammar:(

btw can i be your🪻anon? 🥹

(of course you can be my 🪻anon welcome! hehe) oooh! okay I don't memorize all the jobs they listed down in the past but this is what I think their job's would be:

Sangyeon - still be a performer like an actor or singer

Jacob - a music instructor / professor for sure

Younghoon - either a model or in marketing (idk why but yeah haha)

Hyunjae - a banker (well, that's what he said so lol)

Juyeon - a model me thinks! He would've been scouted as one for his looks

Kevin - A teacher / professor for arts & culture!

Chanhee - A barista / cafe owner. I know he used to work lots of jobs related to food in the past!

Changmin - A professional dancer! Maybe own his own studio

Haknyeon - maybe work in the entertainment industry but not as an idol! Maybe a manager of a group!

Sunwoo - most likely sports medicine or a coach!

Eric - like sunwoo, most likely in the sports area or a professional baseball player!

[booiiee]

Brooklyn Baby

Read Chapter 1 here

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Chapter - 2

“Is the silence bothering everyone or is it just me?” Eric chimed, cutting through the silence of the table.

J- I think Miss Rose here is upset that we ruined her afternoon plans of a sad lunch here at the cafeteria

R- I’ll have you know that I very much enjoy my lunches here at the hospital cafeteria and they are not sad

J- Oh why? Do you watch fancams of us in your free time?

God why is he smirking? As if his face wasn’t already making you angry/ God he is so gorgeous it actually hurts.

R- No not all of you!

J- Oh so just your bias then? WHo is your bias?

E- Oh yeah I wanna know too. And if it’s me I’ll act surprised okay?

R- Well it used to be you Eric, but it was Juyeon last I had the time to you know, catch up with the content.

J- Ah that’s disappointing, I almost thought you’d say my name. Specially with how defensive you were back there saying “I could never hate Hyunjae not in this life for sureee”

See you love this boy, but you also have zero tolerance to someone mimicking you, both of these things can be true. So if you said “I do not care about you enough to hate you that is why I said that!”, it really doesn't mean anything, to you at least.

The change in his expression was quick but you caught it, Eric returning with your drinks looks puzzled with the silence.

J- Well, we will be taking your leave doctor, you’ll see Eric next week.

E- And you the week after cause-

J- Let’s not bore her with details she is not interested in, Eric. Let’s go.

E- Oh and doc, this is yours, please take it. J looked for it for hours before we finalized it.

The two wear their masks and leave with Eric shouting “see you doc” from across the cafeteria while Hyunjae looked like he could not be out of here faster.

You open the gift and find a note that says “Butterflies love roses” and let out a loud gasp seeing the heart shaped bookmark with a butterfly engraved in the center.

(Ref reel: The bookmark )

Sleep was a luxury that night and you felt too guilty to afford it. You stayed up revisiting fancam of him and the edits from your now abandoned account. God you really loved this guy and the first time you met him you lashed out on him for his annoying trait- something that you’ve told all your friends you love about him.

In your most guilt filled heart and clouded mind, you did what you could think of and texted Eric, Gosh where is my professionalism!

R- Hi Eric, this is Doctor Rose. Sorry for texting you I need a little help

E- Heyyy Hi doc! I am happy you texted!

How can I help? Did you not like the present? 🙁

R- No, no that’s not it. I loved it. I actually wanted to thank Jaehyun for it and thought I should text him

E- Aww that is so thoughtful of you. Wait I’ll send over this contact to you

*1 Contact J *

R- Thank you Eric 🙂

E- Anytime doc 🌹

You haven’t been this anxious texting a guy since high school, which isn’t an evidence of the regularity of texting guys but rather a testament of how long it’s been since you’ve actively texted a guy.

R- hi Mr. Jaehyun, this is doctor rose from NewYork-Presbyterian Brooklyn Methodist Hospital.

J- Oh hello Doc

How may i help you?

R- I wanted to thank you for the present, it was really thoughtful of you

J- I am happy you liked it

R- And I wanted to apologise

For earlier today

I really shouldn’t have spoken to you like that and I really didn’t mean to say that I do not give a fuck about you to hate you. It’s just that I am really sensitive to people mimicking me and I get annoyed easily and-

*Jaehyun calling*

J- Hi doc, i figured it's best if we spoke on the phone and let me start by apologising. We don’t know each other enough for me to be mimicking you I am sorry, you had the right to be annoyed.

R- And I should not have spoken to you like that either

J- Well I can think of something to accept your apology

You should start calling me by my name

R- oh….okay sure do you prefer hyunjae or jaehyun?

J- my fans call me hyunjae and i gather you are not one so-

R- I told you that is not the casee

J- So you like me then?

(I love you boy if you only knew)

R- I dont hate you

J- Easy save Rose. easy save

R- Well then goodnight

Thank you really for the bookmark, it’s gorgeous. And for the note too, it’s cute.

J- You’re named after a flower of course I am gonna make these references

R- Not a lot of people do that actually to my surprise

J- Well you have me now so don’t be surprised

R- Is he insane?

J- Ouch i thought we were becoming friends :/

R- Did i say that out loud????

J- Do you replay all your sentences in your head before you saythem to me?

R- No!!!!

*Jaehyun laughs*

J- cute

Goodnight Rose, hope you have a good day tomorrow

R- You too. Hope you have a good time at the fan event

J- Of course you know our schedule, thank you

*Call ends*

R- YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE WHO I JUST SPOKE TO!!!!

D- If you don’t say hyunjae or Chris hemsworth i dont wanna know

R- ITS HYUNJAEEE

D- WHATTTTTT

The debrief with daisy lasted longer than your call with him and you were sure if hyunjae was anywhere near you he could hear her squeal. Gosh it was all so surreal, now that you were narrating it to her you realised how unreal it was that you just spoke to HYUNJAE.

To your utter ( & pleasant ) surprise you did see hyunjae the next week, smiling as he walked towards you, Eric was still at his session so you guys will be talking alone, well not completely alone, it was the hospital cafeteria.

R- I thought you were busy this week

J- Awww you’re missing me

R- NO I AM NOT

J- Dare i say, i missed you too?

R- oh

J- Clearly not as much as you did but yeah

R- um you want something?

J- A fraction of your schedule yeah

R- I meant from the menu

J- Oh in that case nothing

R- You sure you don’t wanna eat something? You had a busy wee-

You did not realise how close he was to your face until you turned around.

J- Careful rose, you don’t wanna get me habituated to you

GOD WHY DOES HE LOOK SO PRETTY!!!!

R- oh um okay

E- Wassuuupp my two favourite people in the world?!

R- Hey Eric how was your session?

E- It was so boring today i hate writing stuff

J- don't you have a schedule to run to?

E- schedule?

OH YEAH RIIIGHTTT. I gotta run doc rose, i got a schedule see ya

R- Bye-

J- So where were we?

R- In the cafeteria?

J- Funny. You know what I'm talking about

R- No I don't

J- Yes you do

Or would you rather me spell it out for you, hmm? The way he leans onto the table close to you is making you nervous.

This boy needs to stop getting so close to your face.

J- I'll take that as a yes. We were talking about you giving me a fraction of your time and coming to this music festival with me

R- Music festival?

J- Yes, I've heard great things about the band that's playing tonight and i take you as a music lover so you'll like it there.

And as a bonus you get to spend your evening with me

R- Hmm can you make my evening worthwhile tho?

Stupid girl don't get flirty with him what if strikes bac-

J- If you allow me I can

R- ….okay sure we can go

J- Okay, it's a date then!

R- IT ISS???

J- I don't know if you sound happy excited or just shocked, but I think I've made it pretty clear that I'm interested in you, so would it be okay if this is a date?

R- mmm okay

J- See you, rose.

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[mae-gi-writes]

Doctor’s Touch | Juyeon (The Boyz Imagine)

A fluffy Juyeon oneshot inspired by Hospital Playlist (Kdrama).

Words: 1K 

FLUFFY FLUFFY AND SNEAKY JUYEON

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It was an understatement to say that Juyeon feared for his life whenever Y/N was around. 

It wasn’t just for the fact that she was just so incredibly talented, fast and quick-witted at her job. It wasn’t the fact that she was known as the one with the hand made out of gold amongst all rookies, a celebrity that everyone just dreamed of assisting because an hour’s worth spent in her presence would equal a lifetime of knowledge. Nor was it the fact that she liked standing her ground and always ensured that her patients were, first and foremost, her top priority.

None of these mattered when it concerned Y/N, because Juyeon — despite having heard so many rumours about her reputation his ears were practically bleeding with information — was just not scared. Not because of her anyway. He feared her, because of what she could do to him. What she did to him whenever she was around. 

And he feared that she’d know the ways of his heart, just like she had such an adept sixth sense when it came to her interns.

“Your coffee’s gonna spill.” 

Juyeon barely had time to blink out of his own haze of thoughts when he spotted a small hand reaching out to turn off the coffee machine, the liquid barely sloshing over. A second too late and it would’ve boiled his hand. 

He turned and caught sight of the said doctor in question. Her eyebrow was raised, looking up at him in curious amusement, “what? Why are you looking at me like that?” 

He quickly stepped out of the way, ensuring that there was a wide gap between their bodies when she stepped up to grab her own mug. 

Ever since he’d found out that they were only two years apart in age, Juyeon had cursed himself for having taken up medicine at such an old age. Maybe if he had prioritized his education first and foremost, he wouldn’t have been under her wing, with her gazing down at him from her so-called surgical throne despite the fact that she was barely over five feet.

“Are you afraid of me or something?”

Her question made him still. His mouth dried up as he thought of any smart excuse. He came up with nothing.

“N-No,” he stuttered out upon realizing that she was still waiting for his answer. Although it was kind of useless now that it was clear he’d pondered over the right words to say, “I—I’m not afraid of you.” 

“You haven’t been shadowing me for a while,” Y/N cocked her head at him, “why’s that? I thought you liked Neurosurgery. You said you wanted to specialize into it.” 

“I did, but—uhm,” he racked his brain for something, just anything to say. His mind felt mushy, as though he’d just ran straight-first into a brick wall, “there was no space once I went to sign up.”

“You could’ve just asked me and I would’ve discussed it with the other interns, swiped out one of their shifts for yours.” 

“You—You don’t have to do that,” ducking his head in shame that Y/N seemed so much keener than he was about his own professional career, Juyeon made a move to quickly scurry off when she spoke once more.

“Did I do something to you?” 

Juyeon’s head snapped up, “What?”

Her eyes, which were hidden behind her round-rimmed spectacles, swirled with a tinge of pain, though it lasted a total five seconds before her features were wiped blank. He’d seen it though, and there was no denying the fact that in his selfish attempt to evade her presence altogether, he’d hurt her into misunderstanding.

“No,” he locked gazes with her for once, fearing that she wouldn’t find him genuine if he didn’t, “No, you didn’t do anything.”

He watched as she set her cup onto the kitchen counter and walked up to his figure, her white coat brushing his chest as she tilted her chin up defiantly, eyes glimmering with an intensity he found intimidating. 

Dear god, someone kill him now. She was standing so close that he could smell her soft vanilla smell, the one that reminded him of the baby’s ward.

“Tell me,” she ordered, “what is it? What did I do for you to look at me like I kicked your puppy?”

He stared down at her for a while, teeth unconsciously biting down onto his lower lip as he chewed on what to tell her. Nothing would sound right and there was no way he’d be able to come up with any reasonable excuse, not when his mind was a pack of scrambled eggs now that she was standing a mere five inches away from him. 

His hands unconsciously curled into fists at his sides. She was so close, so close that if he wanted, he could reach out and grasp her hips. 

But he didn’t. Instead, he averted his gaze to the ground, stared down at her shoes instead while maintaining his silence.

“Juyeon?”

He swallowed thickly. She really wasn’t making it easier.

“I’m not going to eat you alive you know,” she prompted.

And that was when his mouth decided to work faster than his brain did. 

“I like you.” 

She blinked up at him. There was shock, transformed into confusion. Then, realization dawned. 

“Huh?” her voice broke ever so slightly, something that he didn’t fail to notice, as well as the softest of blushes suddenly springing up over her cheeks in the most beautiful peony. 

He stared down at her in surprise, awed by her reaction for a few beats of silence while none of them spoke. When he realized that the way she was acting proved her feelings to be somewhat reciprocal, he couldn’t help the softest of smiles curling at the edge of his lips. 

“You—“ he pressed his lips together to restrain his growing grin, failing royally as she was the one to look away this time, “You like me too?” 

“I—I never, uh, I never said anything—“ she proceeded to step back, only for his hand to encircle her waist before pulling her to his chest in a movement that caused all breath to leave her lungs. 

Her eyes were now wide and he swore she’d never looked so young and innocent before, not until now, and he decided that he quite liked this look on her, especially if he was the reason behind it. 

“Juyeon,” she pushed at him weakly, the heat now flooding all over her face, “you can’t—this is not appropriate—“

He chuckled, bending down to gaze into her eyes and the girl’s breath hitched softly. She tried moving back, except he tightened his grip on her middle and pulled her even closer so that their noses brushed each other’s in a way that sent heat rolling through her chest.

“Juyeon,” she tried once more, but the words failed halfway out of the mouth by the way he was gazing at her. The naked adoration dripping from his maroon swirls as soft as damp earth was palpable enough that no words needed to be said, and her gaze softened slightly. 

“Yeah,” she mumbled, “I like you, too.” 

“Did you know about me?” 

She bit the inside of her cheek, “I had my doubts. But you know, this is a professional setting and I am older—“ 

She was cut off when he bent down to press the lightest of kisses to her cheek, pulling back with a smirk at the wide-eyed expression on her face, “don’t worry, I’ll behave myself when we’re at work,” he paused, moving to whisper in her ear, “noona.”

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[ericshoney]

The Bad Boyz ~ Chapter thirteen

Sasha's POV

I just woke up from a short nap. I haven't been to school the last couple days after what happened with the guys and Hana. I haven't answered any calls or messages on my phone either. I managed to bandage my hand up and don't have to worry about questions from my parents. They aren't home, again. The guys don't know how often my parents are actually gone now, they use to only leave for a week every couple months, but now its like they are never here.

As I head downstairs to grab a snack, I hear knocking on my front door. I walk over and look through the window to see the guys and Jade.

"Sasha Lee we know you are in there! Get your ass to the door now!" Chanhee exclaims.

"Open up or we'll come through the back!" Sunwoo shouts.

I sigh and know I can't avoid them any longer. I open the door and get pulled into a tight hug. I know its Jade who's hugging me and I can't help but cry into her arms.

"Hey, no don't cry. Lets go inside and talk." She tells me softly.

We head inside and to the living room, we all sit down and Sangyeon looks around.

"Your parents aren't home are they." He said.

"No. Busy working." I said softly.

"They haven't been home since that weekend I was here, have they." Jade said gently. I laugh lightly.

"You could all be detectives. No, they've been busy working in Japan. They don't call for long when they do, its just a quick hi and don't do anything illegal." I tell them.

"We're sorry bub." Eric tells me.

"No, I should be sorry for ignoring all of your calls and texts." I said.

"We upset you so its nothing to be sorry about. Lets look at your fingers." Sangyeon said.

I put my hand out and they see the bandages. Jade sighs and stands up.

"Where's your first aid kit?" She asks.

"Kitchen." I answer.

She leaves and after a few minutes comes back with the kit, taking out fresh bandages. I watch as she removes the dirty ones on my fingers and sees the dried blood.

"Child good thing your not a doctor." She mumbles, cleaning the injury up.

"I don't know first aid. I can just about put a plaster on." I tell her. She laughs, fixing a better bandage up.

"So as you all turned up together, does that mean your friends?" I ask, looking at the group.

"Well you did miss Jade beating the shit out of Hana." Haknyeon mentions.

"You what?!" I exclaim.

"He's exaggerating. I didn't beat the shit out of her. I punched her three times in the face after hitting her face on the bench, I think I broke the plastic in her nose." Jade responds. I smile wide cheering.

"Yes! Finally someone kicked her ass!" I shout happily.

"So we said we could agree, Jade is nothing like Hana or Kira was. She won't fall for any tricks from Hana and she proved that she cares deeply for you, not status or money." Younghoon said, respectfully. I smile wide.

"She's not a rat." I said. He laughs.

"She's most defiantly not a rat." He agrees.

"So all friends?" I ask.

"Yes, all friends. Jade's just as badass as the Boyz." Hyunjae said, as the others nod in agreement and approval. I smile wide.

"So, when do your parents come home?" Sangyeon asks me gently.

"They called last night. They won't be home for two months. Mum said they are in Japan with clients then have to go straight to America afterwards." I said.

"Two months? Doesn't that seem a bit extreme?" Jade asks.

"Business life." I mumble.

"Don't worry, we'll be here every night if you want, or you can stay with us at our places." Chanhee offers. I smile.

"Sounds good to me." I said, happy to have them. We all go quiet then I suddenly think of something.

"So um, is ship Jacade ready to sail yet?" I ask, making the guys laugh as Jacob and Jade blush.

"To early bub. To early." Juyeon tells me.

I smile and nod, hoping it happens soon. They would be cute together.

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