#fic:svt

[chilligyu]

info: hong jisoo/reader, teen+, street fighter/friends to lovers au genre: drama, romance, angst | word ct: 5k warnings: descriptions of wounds, violence, fighting, blood, unrequited love summary: once upon a time, two young children made a promise. for nearly twenty long years they kept that promise. but everyone has their breaking point. and she found hers. note: this story has been written, rewritten, edited, smooshed together, more times than I care to admit. but,,, I think I finally got it to a point that I'm really proud of. thank you to everyone who's helped me out along the way, @xfirebenderx you have been my saving grace. tysm!!

tagging: @joshuas, @moriiyun, @starlightjoong, @lavenonie and @sincerelyskye

“Please…”

A familiar voice begged her quietly from the darkness.

“Don’t leave me…”

With a shaky hand on the doorknob, she froze. She kept her back to him, unable to fully process what was happening. Trying desperately to fight the urge to run as far away from him as she could.

How did everything go so wrong? She wondered to herself, on the brink of tears. What happened to you?

The answer wasn’t so simple, but God it would’ve been easier if she left. She should’ve left months ago but she didn’t, she couldn’t. She would stay by his side and endure everything because she made him a childish promise so many years ago.

Back when they were young, she promised to never abandon him. To never turn her back, to be there for him because no one else was. And he made promises that echoed the same. They were best friends, after all. It had always been them against the world. Despite that, despite everything they had been through together, her better judgement was screaming at her to go. She wanted nothing more than to leave him behind, to finally save her battered heart from the person who kept breaking it.

From him, Hong Jisoo, the one person she promised she would never leave.

“Okay.” She whispered. “I’ll stay.”

She turned around slowly, stomaching her pride and well-being because he needed her. Inhale, exhale. She wouldn’t cry over him, not yet. He needed her, he needed something. He was laying on her couch, blood soaking the cheap upholstery, and his body was shaking from shock. There wasn’t much she could do, but she was all he had. They were all they had.

While she cleaned his wounds, she struggled to pinpoint the exact moment when he had taken things too far. For as long as she could remember, he had always toed the edge of mostly acceptable and borderline insane with a certain amount of grace. That’s what set him apart from everyone else, apart from his extremely deep sense of justice, overwhelming selflessness, and eagerness to do whatever he could to help people in need. Often at the expense of his own wellbeing.

From chasing purse snatchers to sneaking into abandoned warehouses that weren’t actually abandoned just to save pit bulls from dog fights, Jisoo made it painfully clear that he lacked the minimum amount of self-preservation. It wasn’t uncommon for him to get in way over his head, but she would always be there to help him out. He was a bit of a troublemaker, that much was obvious. Not that she ever cared. Because no matter how much trouble he got into, there was always a good reason. He promised her that a long time ago.

That was a promise he didn’t need to make because she knew full well that Jisoo was, and still is, a good person. Everything he did, every crazy endeavor, was to help people. She had seen it firsthand enough times in her life. That was how they met back in nursery school, after a particularly nasty classmate put gum in her hair Jisoo leapt into action. He tackled the kid to the ground with ease and taught him a thing or two. That was also the first time she saw him get into a fight, and it wouldn’t be the last.

What she couldn’t understand, what she couldn’t even begin to wrap her head around, was why he got into street fighting of all things? Because that wasn’t somewhere in the grey area between acceptable and insane, that was insane. That was way past insane. Not to mention it was against everything Jisoo stood for. How did her capeless hero go from selflessly protecting others to actively hurting people? What changed? What was the reason? And how on earth did she get caught up in this mess?

The answer was simple, and she didn’t like it one bit. All he had to do to convince her was ask. He asked a simple question, one wrapped up in the pact they made as children.

“Remember how you said you’d always be there for me?” He started nervously one afternoon while she was studying in the library. “I have a favor to ask…”

Honestly, she couldn’t remember exactly how he worded it, but she got the gist of it. Her best friend wanted to become a street fighter, to hurt people for money, and he wanted her to come with him. He said he didn’t want to worry his roommates by coming home late at night when he could crash at her place. That way if he got hurt, she could patch him up like she always did, and no one would be the wiser. He discussed all of this with her like it was the most normal thing in the world. Like getting beat up regularly was no big deal at all.

Part of her wanted to scream at him, to berate him for making such reckless decisions, to take him by the ear and drag him home to his parents so they could give him a piece of their mind—

Then, he smiled at her. The very same smile that could melt the coldest of hearts and her mind went completely blank. She couldn’t remember much of the specifics after that because he had effectively hypnotized her with his infectious smile. She didn’t even make a fuss which wasn’t typical of her in the slightest. Not that she could ever imagine saying no to him, nor did she even plan to. He needed her, he’s always needed her.

Still, she desperately wanted it all to be a bad dream. Even as she stood on the sidelines for the very first time watching her best friend get punched, kicked, tackled and more, she prayed that it wasn’t real. She did her best to ignore how he grunted in pain, how the crowd turned ravenous over the sight of spilled blood, and how he looked eerily similar to the caged dogs he used to save from that same fate. Seeing him like that made her heart ache in ways she never knew it could.

How she missed the days when the worst thing Jisoo got involved in was under the table delivery jobs and falling out of trees trying to save stray kittens. Because when she looked at the man standing in the ring wearing her best friend's face, grinning triumphantly with his hands in the air, she could hardly recognize him. He looked nothing like the kid who protected others no matter what. Not with all that blood on his face.

Who are you and what have you done with Jisoo? She worried to herself as she toweled off his brow. Why are you doing this to yourself? What could possibly be worth all of this?

Still, she attended every fight and acted as his personal medic. She promised him that much. And for a short period of time, it went pretty well. For several weeks he was on a winning streak, no one could beat him. Much to the dismay of the people placing bets against him. See, while Jisoo didn’t look like much of a fighter, or the type of guy to even get into a fight, he was really good at it. That’s why she never worried about him being outmatched in the ring, he could handle himself. Not only that, before every match, he made her a promise.

“For good luck?” He asked sheepishly with his pinky finger extended. “I can’t do this without you.”

Looking at his finger, she thought back to all the times they made each other a promise over the tiniest things. It started when they were young. When he was going into a test or a school competition she made him promise to do well, kick ass, and various other things. It seemed silly to her back then, but it always worked out. Because Jisoo always swore up and down that if it was a promise to her, he would follow through without fail. And she believed it, even when the odds were stacked against him. She had to because it was the only way she could sleep at night.

“Promise me you’ll be safe.” She said calmly, locking pinky’s with him.

“I promise.”

“Promise me you’ll be smart.”

“I promise.”

“Promise me you’ll win.” She finished with a weak smile.

He nodded, grinning ear to ear. “I promise.”

Right before he turned away, fully prepared for the violent show he was about to put on, she pulled him back in for a reassuring hug. As much as she didn’t want to see him get hurt, even though she couldn’t stand the thought of watching him helplessly from the sideline, a promise was a promise.

“Be careful out there.” She whispered in his ear.

He held her close for a brief moment. “I will. Don’t worry about me.”

If I don’t then who will?

They lingered a bit longer than either intended. Eventually Jisoo headed out into the crowd with his hands raised proudly over his head, and she pretended to be happy for him. The crowd cheered on the newest contender while her stomach did backflips. Everything seemed fine until his opponent landed a blow that sent Jisoo to his knees. In truth, she almost gave up right then and there.

I think I’m going to be sick...

Why she didn’t draw the line at street fighting back then, the one thing she couldn’t support, was beyond her. Or why she thought it would be a good idea to stand there and constantly watch her best friend get beaten senseless time and time again. She swore that she had absolutely no clue way she let him get away with everything, why she didn’t try to make him see reason long ago—

But she did.

Because I’m hopelessly in love. She sighed, wringing out the blood soaked towel. I’m in love with a man I can never abandon, no matter how much it hurts.

Maybe if she wasn’t, she would’ve had the courage to leave and never look back.

She had accepted that being in love with her best friend was going to be hard, even when she was just silently pining from a distance. In hindsight she didn’t realize how easy it was back then compared to how it is now. Watching the man she loved throw himself into dangerous situations with reckless abandon or never knowing when he would appear on her doorstep in dire need of help did not bode well for her sanity. Because loving Hong Jisoo was the equivalent to getting her heart broken every single day. She had to be ready to lose track of him for several days, she had to be willing to drive to the ER at three in the morning, and she lived every day wondering if today was the day. The day that he happily followed his moral compass off a cliff simply because it pointed him there.

The moment that Jisoo stopped being a misguided rescuer and became a selfless martyr wasn’t one she could name. When they were in school, everything seemed so innocent. He was always trying to save the lost souls of the world, even the ones who didn’t want saving. He would only date girls who needed fixing, doted on friends that needed his help, and everyday he tried to save people from themselves.

Surprisingly, she didn’t fit into any of those categories. She was the type to save herself. Throughout their lives she never asked him for anything, and perhaps that’s why they were such good friends. The last thing she wanted to be was another one of his projects, a hopeless cause he refused to give up on. If anything—he was hers. Over the years she stood by him, desperately hoping that he would eventually get a grip on reality. That maybe he would see the light and stop being so—good. She hated herself for thinking about it that way, but it was the truth. She knew better than anyone that if he didn’t find some sort of balance he would run himself to the ground.

Much like he was actively doing.

“Not going to wish me good luck today?” He teased her as he wrapped his fists.

She rolled her eyes. “You need a lot more than luck, Jisoo.”

“Ouch.” He winced unconvincingly. “Don’t tell me you’re going to break tradition, I don’t know how I’ll make it without you.”

“You’re being ridiculous.” She muttered.

“I didn’t realize that my concern for safety was ridiculous!” He laughed, clearly unable to read the room. “C’mon, don’t leave me hanging. I need you.”

And I need you to stop hurting yourself.

Despite her thoughts, she raised her pinky finger towards him with a sigh. “Promise me.”

She made him promise to be quick on his feet, to be smart out there, and to win. While the words spilled out of her mouth she had a sinking feeling in her stomach, heavy and all consuming. Dread. And as he ran out to start his fight the feeling only got worse. Something was about to go terribly wrong and she knew it.

Her mind wandered back to their days in school, when Jisoo was the beautiful contradiction of a perfect student with a shady background. People saw him running deliveries late at night, dealing a lot in cash and thought the worst. She knew the truth, she knew that his neighbour had injured himself and couldn’t afford to hire anyone to take care of deliveries. So instead of watching from the sideline, Jisoo did what he did best. He helped the old man secretly and accepted what little payment he could offer.

How she missed those days of innocence and promise. How she missed the memories of Jisoo’s selfless actions, ones that were slowly being lost beneath the sea of blood.

It turns out she was right to be worried. It was the first time Hong Jisoo ever broke a promise to her. He was carried out of the makeshift arena by two other fighters, barely able to stand on his own. They threw him at her feet and left without a word because he had lost. Before shock had a chance to set in she scrambled to his side with a wet rag, instinctively wiping off the blood that covered him while she did her best to keep her dinner down. He looked—he looked terrible. She had a hard time recalling a worse sight in her entire life.

He was barely recognizable.

“I’m sorry…” He said weakly, his good eye pleading with her. “I broke my promise…”

“Shut up.” She instructed him. “Don’t even think of that right now, let’s just get you home.”

It was a struggle getting him back to her apartment. He wasn’t a big guy but he wasn’t tiny either. Luckily her roommates were nowhere to be seen so they wouldn’t have to explain anything to them. Only a few people knew the truth of Jisoo and she had a feeling that the list was getting shorter. After lugging him up the stairs she got him onto her couch, not even bothering to try and keep it clean, and pulled the med kit out of her bag.

Since he started fighting she had no shortage of rags to clean him up with, they had become somewhat of a necessity. Still, she somehow dirtied every single one trying to get him clean. It would’ve been easier to sit him in a hot shower and let modern technology work its magic, but he couldn’t sit up on his own let alone stand. Not only that, he kept drifting in and out of consciousness. She didn’t want to risk him falling.

Eventually he was clean and everything seemed to be—okay. Or as okay as he could be after that. Just looking at him had her on the brink of tears. She couldn’t stand seeing him like that, a mere shadow of the man she had loved for so long. His right eye was swollen shut, his nose most definitely had been broken, and the smile that melted her heart had been cut through. She didn’t even dare to look at the rest of him, at the bruises peering out from underneath his tank top and the open wounds that seeped through his jeans.

I need to be strong. She decided. For him.

Except that was only an hour ago.

And she had no strength left.

Once he fell asleep her resolve finally broke. She promised herself when this all began that she would never let him know how much the whole ordeal hurt her deep down inside. No matter what, she wouldn’t cry in front of him. She wouldn’t be someone he had to worry about, she wouldn’t be able to forgive herself. But enough was enough. Whether she wanted to or not, she couldn’t stop the tears from falling. She wept freely over someone she cared for, admired, and loved despite everything he put her through. Because he swore that even if every bone in his body was broken, he would never break a promise to her.

But he did, and she couldn’t trust him anymore.

“Please…” He begged quietly. “Don’t cry…”

She didn’t stir at the sound of his voice, or the reassuring hand on hers. “Why are you doing this to yourself, Jisoo? What is worth all of this pain? Can you at least tell me that much?”

Silence descended upon them in response to the one question that he refused to answer. It drove her crazy, that he was doing this to himself and wouldn’t even tell her why. Why he suddenly transitioned from an angelic rebel without a cause to a ruthless brawler in the streets. She felt like the little boy that chased away bullies was slipping from her grasp, the Jisoo that was laying in front of her—she could hardly recognize.

And she decided that night that she wouldn’t have a part in it anymore.

The next time he called her to meet him for a fight, she didn’t respond. Nor did she respond to any message he left after that. For weeks she had absolutely nothing to do with Hong Jisoo. He left her a dozen voicemails, a hundred messages, and she told herself that she didn’t care. He broke a promise to her so she broke one to him. She couldn’t stand there and let him break her heart over and over again without consequence. Street fighting—she wasn’t going to support that any longer.

That didn’t mean her heart didn’t ache for him anymore. She wasn’t sure if that would ever be the case. She made some acquaintances while she attended Jisoo’s fights so she was able to keep tabs on him, forever fearing the moment when he was going to take it too far. When, not if, the next call she got from him came from a hospital. Sometimes the news was good, sometimes it was bad. She felt equally terrible each time.

In fact she felt terrible consistently, regardless of Jisoo fighting or not. As the days passed the sensation only seemed to get worse. She left him to stop feeling so horrible, to let her heart heal in some way. Apparently leaving him wasn’t as easy as she hoped. She still longed to see him, to make sure he was okay, to be there for the one person who had always been there for her. The one who asked her to stand by him, and the one she left behind.

After not speaking to him for almost a month she showed up at his apartment with kiwi ice cream as an apology. It wasn’t much, but that’s all she needed in the past so at least it would be a good start if he was still mad at her—if he had ever been mad at her at all. They had never really fought before, not to a point where she refused to talk to him. It was new territory for both of them. She had to keep reminding herself that things would never be the same and she would have to accept it. This was his life now, and maybe it could be hers.

When he opened the door though, her heart stopped.

Jisoo was basically bandaged from head to toe, his arm was held precariously in a sling and what little skin she could see was beaten black and blue. Butterfly bandaids kept open wounds together, injuries she had already taken care of had scarred, and her heart shattered into a million pieces all over again.

“Hey.” He greeted, ignoring her devastated expression. “Long time no see.”

“Jisoo…” She gasped. “You—you’re—”

“I’m fine.” He tried to reassure her. “I know it looks bad but I’m—”

“If you say I’m fine one more time I’m going to snap.” She hissed through her teeth. “You’re not fine, you look like absolute hell. You can’t keep doing this to yourself!”

He laughed, quite unconvincingly. “This is nothing, I promise you I’m—“

“Enough of your stupid promises!” She screamed at him. “I’m fucking sick of them!”

“I know I broke my promise to you,” He started with a sigh, “but we both knew that just because I promised you something, didn’t mean that I—”

He stopped when he saw the tears falling from her eyes.

“Oh please don’t cry.” He begged. “You can yell at me, you can hate me, but please, please, don’t cry.”

“I won’t stop.” She informed him. “If you’re going to keep going out and fighting for no goddamn reason and coming back looking like this then I’m not going to stop worrying about you!”

Shaking his head, he headed back into his apartment. “And if I have a reason?”

“Then tell me!” She begged as she finally unraveled. “Jisoo—if you’re not going to tell me why you’re doing this then I can’t be your friend anymore. I can’t stand here and watch you get beaten up for money. And I hate that you even asked me in the first place! I’ve been through enough for you and have asked for anything, not a damn thing except for an explanation! After everything I’ve endured for you I’m pretty fucking sure I’m owed that much!”

As he turned back around she could see the hurt in his eyes. “I know, I know, I’m sorry, I just—it’ll get better, I’ll prepare more, I—”

“You’re completely missing the point!” She cried. “I’m not watching the person I love get beat within an inch of his life every other night! I can’t do this anymore! I’m sick of worrying about you every time you’re out of my sight. It’s not fair, it’s not healthy! And you’re honestly an asshole if you think I’m going to stand by you while you do this for a minute longer!”

When she turned to leave, her confession laid out at his feet, broken and bloody like her heart, Jisoo reached out for her one last time.

“What did you just say?” He whispered, sorrow in his eyes. “Did you just—”

“Yes.” She confirmed. “I love you Jisoo and I always have, but I won’t put myself through this anymore. Since you’re not going to stop then this is goodbye. I can’t love a man who doesn’t even care that he’s broken my heart more times than I can count.”

He didn’t let go of her.

“Please, let me explain.” He pleaded with her. “Don’t leave like this.”

“So now you’re going to tell me?” She spat, turning and yanking her arm from his grasp. “After I’ve just confessed to you now you’re going to tell me everything? I didn’t realize the truth came with a price. You’re an ass that’s got everyone fooled. Even me.”

“I know, I am.” He agreed, running his good hand through his hair. “I didn’t want to bother you with my reasons, I didn’t want to get you involved. But it wasn’t fair of me to keep you in the dark like that. I never should’ve done that to you.”

Crossing her arms, she waited.

“You remember that old man I helped out as a kid?” He started. “The shop owner?”

She nodded.

“A car crashed into his shop a few months ago.” He continued. “The damage was too much for insurance to cover and he didn’t have the money to get it fixed on his own so I offered to help. My usual side jobs weren’t paying me enough, so my boss told me about the underground fights and how lucrative they can be…”

“Jisoo—” She exasperated. “Please tell me you haven’t been—”

“I have.” He admitted sheepishly. “I’ve been—I’ve been giving him the winnings from my fights. To help him out. I just wanted him to—”

“You’re telling me that this has just been another one of your selfless missions?” She questioned in disbelief. “Have you told him where the money’s coming from? Does he know that you’re risking your life for him? Do you think that’s what he wants? Do you think that anyone with any ounce of decency would ever want this?”

Jisoo pursed his lips. “Well, no, but that’s why I didn’t tell you. I didn’t—don’t—want him to know. It would break his heart—”

“So it’s okay to break my heart but not his?” She laughed bitterly. “You know what, fine. I’m done. You’ve shown me that you only care about the well-being of others. I’m obviously nothing to you. I don’t even care why you’re doing this anymore. I’m leaving, and you—”

He interrupted her tirade with a kiss. Forceful and desperate, trying to cling to whatever relationship they had. One that had been mangled and shredded to a point where she wasn’t sure there was anything left to save. Mustering her strength, she pushed him away. She might’ve loved him but that wasn’t what she wanted.

“You’re right.” He finally admitted. “Losing you isn’t worth all of this, I’ll stop. Promise.”

“Your promises mean nothing to me.” She said vehemently, tears springing from her eyes in anger. “What’s to say you won’t break this one too?”

“Because I love you.” He whispered. “And I know now that everything I’ve put your through hasn’t been right or fair but I promise—I swear that this will be different. No more fighting, that all stops now.”

She wasn’t convinced. “And what about tomorrow when someone asks you for a loan? Or when some stranger needs your fucking kidney? What’re you going to do then? I love that you’re so needlessly kind and generous but what you’re doing isn’t kindness anymore. It’s martyrdom and I’m scared of what you’re going to do next! At what point do you finally say no?”

For a long time there was silence.

“I’m sorry.” He returned quietly. “I’m sorry that I don’t know when to stop and I’m sorry that you always get dragged into these things. I’m sorry that I’ve just become so accustomed to your support that I expect it regardless of how stupid I’m being. I’m sorry that I didn’t know how much I was hurting you, I’m sorry that I’m in love with you just like you’re in love with me. I’m sorry I’m probably the hardest person in the world to love. But I promise you that things will be different now.”

She wanted to believe him, she really did. She wanted to run into his arms, never let him go, and have everything return to normal. She wanted to go back to when they were teenagers hiding a stray dog in his garage so his parents didn’t find out, back to when the only calls she got in the middle of the night were about new adventures and childish discoveries. Back when loving Jisoo didn’t hurt. Not like this.

She wasn’t sure that existed anymore.

“Jisoo I don’t—” She started, chewing on her lower lip. “I don’t know if I can forget these past couple months, let alone forgive them. You proved to me that I barely know you anymore and I don’t know how to move past that.”

He nodded in understanding, he knew it was going to take a lot more than an apology to win her back. “Alright, what do you want to do then?”

A hysterical laugh spilled past her lips. “Now that I really don’t know. Just—I don’t think I can trust you as a friend so I definitely won’t trust you as anything more. I love you but—but love isn’t always enough. It’s going to take more than a guilt ridden apology to help me move on.”

“What about a promise?” He offered with a soft smile. “A promise to you.”

“Jisoo…” She sighed. “A broken promise brought us here in the first place.”

“I’m not asking you to make me promise, I’m making a promise to you.” He clarified. “No pinky promises required.”

That caught her off guard.

“I promise to never get into another paid fight.” He began confidently. “I promise to never let anything like this ever happen again. I promise not to put myself in harm's way unless I’m protecting someone. I promise to take my well-being into consideration. I promise to do everything in my power to make it up to you. And I promise to be your friend no matter what.”

While he said no pinky promises required, they locked their little fingers almost reflexively. At that realization she started sobbing, letting that small promise make her feel happy and safe for the first time in a long while. She was unsure of where they would go from there, but she had a good feeling that everything would be okay if given enough time. Because Jisoo made her a promise, and as much as she protested their childish tradition, he always made it a point to keep his promises.

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[chilligyu]

info: lee jihoon/gender neutral reader, pg, best friends to lovers au genre: fluff, romance | word ct: 5.5k warnings: none summary: when it came to love, no one was prepared. not even jihoon, who could spend hours turning words into magic, especially when love was mysteriously delivered in the form of a letter to his locker. note: heavily inspired by to all the boys I've loved before, but with a twist! no love triangles or anything like that, so just enjoy awkward people falling in love! and thank you to @dreamystuffers and @starlightjoong for taking a sneak peek and telling me what you think!

tagging: @xfirebenderx, @moriiyun, @ohmygoshcheese, @gyu-log

Lee Jihoon, a genius in many ways, was never good when it came to words. At least, not the spoken kind. The kind that you had to think up on the spot, responses, answers, comebacks, small talk, he was absolutely terrible at it. But if you gave him the time to think, to really dwell on his thoughts, he could create something truly beautiful. Which was why he preferred to express his feelings with letters. And while, yes, he could pen something magnificent, the next great classic novel perhaps, he typically kept his messages short and to the point. Much like the man himself.

There was one time that he wrote a “letter” that was simply—

F U C K Y O U

—printed out on seven separate sheets of paper and taped to a row of lockers. All in response to a teacher confiscating his iPod. No one could prove it was him, though, and nothing happened in response to it. He never admitted to his crimes, and despite it being painfully obvious who the author of the message was, there was no hard proof pointing to the culprit. It became the most well-known secret at their high school. And Lee Jihoon became somewhat of a living legend because of it.

The only one who knew the truth was you. His best friend. You were his go-to when it came to proof reading all of his letters. He was the writer, you were the editor. Half the time you were also a berating parent, chastising him for trying to assault people with words. Which was also why, more often than not, his letters never got sent. He would sit in his room for hours, writing letters that were either half the length of novels or only a few sentences long, and after giving it over to be edited, it would get tucked away in his desk drawer. Never to be seen or heard from again.

See, Jihoon was an emotional person. Not in the sense that most people would assume, he didn’t get offended easily, one mean comment wouldn’t leave him crying, he was simply—emotional. Whatever he was feeling, whether it be good or bad, it was powerful, sometimes overwhelming. So instead of erupting like a hormonal volcano, which he had already done plenty of, he put his emotions to paper. At the behest of his aforementioned best friend.

“You can’t go around yelling at people.” You began one afternoon just after entering high school. “Even if you’re writing it down, you’re still yelling at people.”

Jihoon, the definition of “hard to read”, was visibly pouting. “You’re the one who told me to write down how I feel. Now I can’t even send these to anyone?”

“I mean, you can.” You backpedalled. “I’m not your mother, despite Seokmin’s insistence. I can’t stop you from doing anything you’ve set your heart to. All I can do is advise you not to because you’re going to have a terrible few years here if everyone hates you.”

He clearly wasn’t thrilled by your logical response, but he admitted defeat anyway. “Fine. Don’t send the letters that I write. I get it. No one wants to read them.”

You groaned loudly. “You are so dramatic. I’m saying don’t send the literal hate mail to people. Don’t send the stuff you write to vent out your feelings. But if there’s something you want to say to someone, something that you can’t bring yourself to say out loud, by all means! Send the thing! I know you loathe the idea of talking to people, you also hate being misunderstood more.”

He also hated how well you knew him, not that he would ever say that out loud.

That was also something he wrote down in a letter, one he decided to send.

You crumpled it up immediately and threw it back at his face.

“Letters are powerful things, Jihoon.” You added. “They can break hearts, mend souls, and change lives with nothing more than words. Because words mean so many different things to so many different people. You just gotta say the right ones.”

At first, he was only humoring you. Honestly, he thought you completely senile until he gave it a shot. After spending hours hunched over his desk writing things no one else would see, he was starting to realize that maybe you had a point. Instead of roaming the halls shouting obscenities in his head, he was able to reassure himself by knowing he could write about it later. Even the smallest grievance, he would write it down. He would sometimes scribble it down on the margin of a textbook if he was feeling particularly overwhelmed in the middle of the day.

The letters became his therapy, his outlet, eventually he could stroll past some annoying upperclassmen and not feel rage coursing through his veins. It was—nice, almost. Not being subjected to his own hectic imagination at every turn. Feeling at peace for the first time in what felt like ages.

Until he found a letter in his locker, one addressed to him during his senior year. From a secret admirer. The contents of which would be seared into his memory for the remainder of time.

Lee Jihoon, it began.

I have never been able to tell you how I feel, in person or in a letter. For several months now, I’ve tried. I’ve tried to write letters like you for so long, and I just can’t get the words right. I don’t know how you do it. So I’m going to do something different. I’m going to stop being scared. If you meet me in the courtyard after school, I’m going to be brave for the first time in my life. Please help me be brave, Jihoon.

Again and again, he read that short letter. Practically baffled that someone out there wrote an honest-to-god letter that was addressed to an honest-to-god person. And that he wasn’t the writer, that he was the recipient. The thought alone made his heart race, and to comprehend that this secret admirer perhaps harbored feelings towards him? It was next to impossible. But no one writes a letter without true emotion behind it. That’s a fact he was coming to understand.

“I need you to come with me.” He told you after showing you the letter. “I’m—I’m not sure I can do this alone.”

You rolled your eyes. “Jihoon, obviously this person doesn’t want to make a public event out of their confession. You should really do this without me.”

“I know, and I’m not asking you to stand at my side or anything.” He reiterated. “Can you like—stand in a bush or something? If I know that you’re there I won’t feel the need to—"

“Did you just ask me to stand in a bush?” You guffawed. “You did not just ask me to stand in a bush Lee Jihoon because if you did then you’re about to get your ass kicked into next year!”

“I didn’t mean literally!” He quickly denied when he did, in fact, mean it literally. “Just—stand around the corner, okay? Be my moral support!”

Pursing your lips, you knew that there was no getting out of this. “Alright, fine. I’ll come with you. But I’m not happy about it.”

“I’ll pay you back, I promise.” He swore. “Have I ever told you that you’re the best?”

A smirk teased at your lips. “You could mention it more.”

“Consider it done.” Jihoon grinned, gathering up his things and heading for the door. “Don’t forget! After school! Courtyard! Don’t be late!”

Once he was gone and you were completely alone, your face fell in disappointment. “I wouldn’t dream of it…”

By the time that school was finally over for the day, Jihoon was a bundle of overactive nerves. He was excited and terrified and anxious and nauseous all at once. The bombarding sensations kept him cemented in place, gripping the edge of his desk until his knuckles were about to burst through. He had been like that for the entirety of their last class, still as a statue as a cold sweat broke out across his brow. You were standing in front of him, head tilted and wondering what he was planning to do next.

“Class is over.” You reminded him. “Everyone’s left.”

Very slowly, he nodded. “Y-yeah. I can see that.”

His voice sounded as if it had been completely stripped down. Like he had screamed himself hoarse by saying those few words.

“Your secret admirer is probably waiting.” You tried to spur him. “We should get going before I change my mind and head home.”

He audibly swallowed past a lump in his throat. “Well—maybe that’s best. Yeah, I can wait until tomorrow.”

You eyed him incredulously. “You’re going to stay here until tomorrow. You’re insane, get up.”

“I’d rather not.”

“And I’d rather not grow old and die here.” You countered. “C’mon, Jihoon. Your admirer asked you to help them be brave, how exactly is this helping them?”

He had to admit, you had a point. If they were brave enough to put their feelings out there, he had to at least meet them half way.

Sighing loudly, he started to pry his fingers off his desk. “Alright, fine. We’ll do things your way.”

You rolled your eyes for perhaps the hundredth time. “You’re absolutely insufferable. Why do I hang out with you?”

“Because I’m funny.” He said with the most serious face in the world.

Which actually made you laugh.

“I hate you.” You chuckled. “C’mon, let’s get going while we’re still young.”

Jihoon inhaled and exhaled deeply to calm himself down.

This is just the beginning.

Except—it wasn’t.

He stood in the courtyard, seemingly alone, with the note that brought him there clutched tight in his hand. As his moral support you were keeping your distance, as promised, but no one else joined you. Minutes passed and he did his best to remain hopeful. It was hard, especially when a familiar voice nagged at the back of his mind. The same one he struggled with every day to ignore.

No one would ever like you, so why did you bother thinking otherwise?

While the negative thoughts slowly took over, Jihoon didn’t know what to do next. He was defeated, almost destroyed. And even though you walked up behind him and took his hand in yours, it did little to stop the bitter tears from welling in his eyes.

“I should’ve known…” He whispered angrily. “This was all just—a joke. It’s always a joke. Who could ever like me?”

“Stop it, Jihoon.” You hissed at him, squeezing his hand tighter. “They said they were scared, maybe they couldn’t follow through with it. Maybe they were afraid of being rejected. You never know what’s going through someone’s head. Don’t beat yourself up, okay?”

Nothing you said was going to make him feel better. He quickly wrenched himself from your grip and backed away from you.

“I’m going home.” He clipped. “Bye.”

Before he left, he made sure to crumple up the note and toss it at your feet. When his heart was broken, he wore it on his sleeve. You understood what Jihoon was feeling, he had been living with an extremely low self esteem due to his height and his general inability to make friends for as long as you knew him. He was quiet, shy, reserved, he was slow to open up to others and hesitant to trust. That’s why you tried to be excited for him, and now that things hadn’t gone as planned in more ways than one your heart ached just like his.

The next day, Jihoon strolled into class like a drunk zombie. By the looks of him, he hadn’t slept a wink. Too busy being destroyed by his own thoughts to bother with anything like sustenance or sleep. He took up his seat beside you, and you immediately shoved your desk into his.

“Still upset?” You asked, even though you already knew the answer.

Sluggishly he lifted his head up and then quickly dropped it back down.

It was worse than you thought.

“Are you going to talk to me today?” You teased in an attempt to get a reaction. “Or am I going to have to go bother Hansol?”

Grumbling slightly, the barely responsive mass that was your best friend raised his hand and dropped a crumpled wad of paper on your desk. At first, you assumed it was just another one of his letters. They weren’t uncommon when he was feeling—unwell.

But it was another note from his secret admirer.

You were startled because he didn’t usually stop at his locker in the morning.

Lee Jihoon, it started similarly.

I’m sorry for not showing up yesterday, I was scared. I couldn’t bring myself to face you, please don’t be mad at me. I’d like to keep writing you letters, if that’s okay. Let’s get to know each other and maybe one day I can be brave again.

Once you were finished reading, you immediately began analyzing Jihoon’s face again. You had never seen him look like this before, completely vacant. While he was hard to read to the entire world, he was always an open book to you. Now reading him was nearly impossible even with your expertise.

“What are you gonna do?”

He shrugged lazily. “I don’t know. Sit here for the rest of eternity. Wait for the soft embrace of death.”

“Jihoon.” You exasperated. “We both know you’re not actually going to do that.”

Except he actually might and you actually couldn’t take that chance.

“Are you going to write them a letter?” You tried, again. “Maybe that will work out better.”

“I already did.” He murmured. “I don’t think they want to read it though.”

“Jesus Christ…” You groaned loudly, taking Jihoon’s face in your hands and looking him dead in his lifeless eyes. “They still like you, they’re scared and human like the rest of us, it is not the end of the world! Give them another chance and stop being such a goddamn drama queen!”

Silence. Pure unadulterated and perfectly aggravating silence.

“Alright, you leave me no choice. I’m bringing out the big guns.”

Being careful to keep an eye on the teacher, you pulled out your phone and started texting Jihoon’s mother. According to your message, you and Jihoon were going to be studying late at the library, and he would probably need to spend the night at your house. Which wasn’t a complete lie, maybe you would get some studying done. But, in all honesty, you had other things in mind.

“Take your pick.” You instructed, a box set in each hand. “Descendants of the Sun, or Record of Youth.”

Immediately after school, you dragged your best friend to your house and sat him down in front of the TV. Your parents didn’t even question it when you told them this intervention was a matter of life and death, that the patient might need to be admitted for the night. They simply let you do what needed to be done.

Jihoon, who had been relatively catatonic for the past 24 hours, finally showed a glimmer of something. He gave the slightest suggestion of a nod towards Descendants of the Sun and you happily popped in the first disk. As you claimed a spot beside him, popcorn and banana milk in tow, he naturally relaxed against you. You were the only person who got to see him unguarded like that, the only person he himself would allow. And while he was typically someone who kept his true self hidden from the world, there was a part of him that would forever belong only to you.

“Thanks.” He practically whispered, resting his head on your shoulder. “I—I needed this.”

“I know.” You smiled. “Are you ready to talk yet?”

He sighed heavily. “No. Not really. I still have a lot of thinking to do.”

“Well, if you need help thinking you know where I’ll be.” You offered without wanting to seem pushy.

If you weren’t mistaken, you could’ve sworn he actually chuckled.

“Yeah. I do.”

Little by little, your best friend was slowly returning to normal—or as close to normal as you’ve ever seen him. Eventually he started getting sucked into the drama, going rigid when things got tense, and actively pretended he wasn’t crying whenever You Are My Everything played. It was, overall, a job well done. You could sleep easy knowing that Jihoon would be just fine. As you drifted off, you felt him hold your hand and squeeze it gently.

Everything was going to be okay.

And if only to prove that point, the next day was nothing like the one before. Jihoon was back to his old self as if nothing had happened at all. Just another Thursday without a word or whisper about the chaotic tornado his secret admirer had unleashed onto your day-to-day life. He even had a letter for you to read by the time lunch rolled around. Apparently, some freshman irritated him over something seemingly small. At least—to you it seemed barely worth mentioning. But nothing ever really felt small to Jihoon. It was all or nothing, always living in black and white. Which meant that almost everything was important to him in some way. So you read the letter, and you edited it gladly.

Once you were done, he had something else for you. Another note from the admirer.

“This is the third one, right?” You murmured, glancing it over once before looking up at him. “Have you written back yet? Besides the one where I assumed you insulted their very existence with your entire arsenal of hurtful words.”

The blush crawling up his neck was an answer in and of itself, but the thick stack of paper he pulled out of his backpack solidified it.

“I’ve tried a few times.” He admitted hesitantly. “Nothing I write is good enough.”

“Oh, only a few times?” You teased, knowing full well that Jihoon’s definition of a few was the same as calling Jane Eyre a short shopping list. “What’s got you so stuck? Usually you have no issues penning essays over trivial things like cracks in the sidewalk.”

His brow furrowed defiantly. “Hey, proper sidewalk and road maintenance is important to modern infrastructure. If we start overlooking cracks in the pavement, then what? What about traffic lights? Can we afford to allow a single bulb to go out? No, of course not. That’s anarchy.”

You couldn’t believe your ears.

“Jihoon…” You started with an exasperated look. “I was joking.”

Trying to hide the fact that his blush was turning a deep crimson, and failing quite miserably, he pulled a paper from the stack and put it back in his bag. Also something he tried, and failed, to hide from you.

“Are you kidding me!” You laughed, raking a hand down your face. “Did you seriously have a letter in that pile you were going to send to our congressman?”

“No—yes—ugh!” He groaned. “Can we forget about the stupid sidewalk for a second! That’s not important right now! Help me! How do I do this?”

Deciding you had teased your best friend enough, you placed your chin in your hand and smiled at him. “How do you do what, exactly? I’ve never had anything to do with the letters you write, I just read them so someone knows how you’re feeling.”

Who were you kidding, you could never tease Jihoon enough.

He rolled his eyes so hard that he rolled his whole head with them. “Like you’ve ever needed further insight into my head, you always know what I’m thinking before I do.”

True.

“But I don’t understand the first thing about—this.” He finished with a labored sigh, gesturing sharply to the handwritten novel in front of him. “You know that better than anyone.”

Again, he was telling the truth. In the years you had known Jihoon he had never developed serious feelings towards someone else. He had barely entertained the notion since entering high school. He always talked himself out of it because feelings were complicated and bothersome. Plus, he was terrified of being rejected. Like most people are. His intrusive thoughts just so happened to be louder than most.

“I hate to break it to you, Jihoon,” You started in a whisper, “no one knows the first thing about this. Not even me. The only person who can help you is yourself.”

His sour expression made it obvious that he obviously didn’t like your response. “Great. Super helpful. Thank you for your continued wisdom.”

When he moved away from you, you grabbed him by the sweater and pulled him back in. “Why do you always stop listening to me when I’m about to make my point?”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “Because it takes you forever to fucking get there.”

“Alright, you got me there.” You chuckled. “Listen, I’m not kidding when I say that you’ve got to do this one on your own. As much as I can usually sense what feelings are doing somersaults in your stomach, this is a first for you and therefore a first for me. I’ve never seen you like this before, so unfortunately you’ve got to discover this one on your own.”

As you spoke, his features slowly softened until all that remained was a very nervous teenager who didn’t want to screw up his first real chance at love. That’s all Jihoon was at his core, that’s all anyone was.

But you had to admit he almost looked kind of cute.

Almost.

“How do you always know what to say?” He grumbled while crossing his arms. “It’s annoying.”

“You’ve got a really weird way of saying thank you.” You smirked playfully. “Well, maybe this last nugget of advice will get you started in the right direction.”

“Why are you always—” He seethed through his teeth. “How are you still not at whatever your point is!”

You shrugged, because you honestly had no clue. “I'll get there when I get there. You want to hear it or not—”

“Spit. It. Out.”

“Now is that anyway to—”

Wow. You stopped, suddenly fearing for your measly life. If looks could kill—

“Alright, alright, you win.” You conceded. “If you’re having issues writing a letter to your secret admirer, here’s my advice. Stop trying to put words to your feelings and start putting feelings into words. You’re spending too much time trying to say it perfectly that you’re not saying it at all. It doesn’t need to make sense to anyone else, it doesn’t even need to make sense to you. So long as you put them out into the world, they’ll be heard and one day they’ll be understood. You get me?”

The look on his face was—strange. You had a hard time placing it, which should’ve been weirder than it was. In fact, you were seeing lots of different sides to Jihoon lately, sides you never thought existed. This time his eyes widened, the aforementioned scarlet blush had disappeared, and there was a radiance to him that you had never seen before. Like suddenly he could see clearly through the storm of his thoughts.

“Thank you.” He exhaled with a smile. “I’ve never thought about it like that before.”

Feeling triumphant, you wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “I’m starting to wonder what you’d do without me, Jihoon. Three days and you’ve been completely undone and redone by this letter.”

“Letters are powerful things.” He muttered. “They can break hearts, mend souls, and change lives. You taught me that.”

“I guess I’m a pretty good teacher.” You boasted, giving him a squeeze. “Despite the fact that I’m actually quite terrible with words.”

He shrugged off your arm. “Except you always know what to say, how exactly does that work?”

“Just because I can make you see reason doesn’t mean I’m good with words.” You laughed easily. “That simply means that I’ve perfected the art of understanding the impossible. Lee Jihoon. I can’t use words like you do. Trust me I’ve tried, I can never get the words right.”

For a moment, he didn’t have any sort of response. Which was definitely weird. It was a well-known fact that he was terrible with the sorts of words he had to speak, but he didn’t have issues when talking to you. That’s because you were friends, best friends. There had never been this sort of unnerving silence before. Not that you could remember, anyway.

What is going on in your head, Jihoon? You found yourself wondering since you couldn’t read his face. Have you started to figure it out?

“Sorry, I was thinking.” He muttered suddenly, shaking his head. “But I know what I need to write now. Will you read this one too? Even if it gets pretty long?”

“Of course!” You exclaimed with a smile. “When have I ever shied away from a challenge?”

The soft glisten in his eyes made your heart flutter.

“Never.”

When the bell rang and you parted ways, you wondered if Jihoon had ever written you a letter.

Well there’s a first time for everything.

For the next week, he was in full writer mode. And there were no more notes from his secret admirer, not that you expected there to be any. Every chance he got he was scribbling something down on whatever surface he could get his hands on. Textbooks, paper, his arm, he was more inspired than you’d ever seen before and nothing was going to stop him. He didn’t even come over to your house over the weekend, a ritual you hadn’t broken in the ten plus years you had known each other. It was a lonely week, for sure, but you knew it was for a good cause.

Then, after what felt like an eternity of silence, he approached you in the courtyard with a single sheet of paper in his hand.

“Hey…” He started uneasily, his grip tightening. “How’re you?”

Seriously? You mused to yourself with a smile. “I’m good, how’s the writing?”

“Done.” He clipped. “And—I think I covered everything.”

“Are you sure?” You asked, eyeing the sheet of paper. “With all of that writing I thought you’d have a novel for me.”

He shook his head, while a blush crawled up his neck. “Sometimes being concise is more effective than being overly wordy.”

“That’s true.” You grinned. “Easier for me to edit anyway.”

Nodding, he shoved the paper into your hand. “Here. Take your time, I don’t want you to rush it.”

“I won’t.” You promised, resisting the urge to start reading right away. “I know you put a lot of thought into this.”

With that, he turned around and walked off without another word. Leaving you holding something that looked like little more than pen ink on paper, but felt like a confession on fire. Once he was out of eyesight, you exhaled a breath you had been holding unintentionally and started reading.

To the person I have never loved before. It began, and you weren’t prepared for the roller coaster you had willingly climbed into.

This isn’t for the person I’ve loved all along, no. This is for you, someone who managed to stir my emotions more than a raging monsoon with only a few words and the hint of a promise. Who are you? I wondered to myself, because you were without equal. How could I have missed you? You were extraordinary. You didn’t have a face, all I had of you was a letter slipped into my locker, you were a ghost and I was set ablaze by your words. I had never felt like that before, my heart was unprepared. As was I. You made me question everything, and made me realize things I had never seen before.

What I felt for you wasn’t love, even though I thought it was at first. You presented me with feelings I decided I would never feel, so I could only assume that it was love. I felt like a live wire, ready to spark at a moment's notice. All I could think about was you. The infinite options and scenarios I dreamt up, all because of you, was astronomical. It was exhilarating, and I found myself drunk on the endless possibilities that you presented me. What else could make me feel that way, if it wasn’t love?

The answer was one I didn’t expect, and it hit me like a tsunami. I started to feel that way towards someone I already know. Someone who has cared for me more than anyone should, they have been my best friend for years so how could I suddenly feel the same way? How could my friendship for them become intertwined with the love I thought was solely reserved for you? And how could I have missed it after being enveloped by their warmth for so long?

You changed all of that. You made me see clearly for the first time in years and I was completely undone. Everything I knew was suddenly challenged, my feelings towards the most important person in my life changed without any warning, and I didn’t know what to do. How could I ask them, a friend, to see me as anything more? I was lost, trapped in an endless loop of destructive thoughts and desire. Desperately wanting to scream my feelings from the rooftop while fearing the voice that would have to put words to them. Your feelings for me awakened my feelings for them, and suddenly the words that have given me comfort for so long escaped me.

Still, you helped me.

In ways I can only thank with this letter.

You helped me because you are the one who told me to start writing letters. It’s always been you. You are the one who has given my thoughts meaning when I struggled to communicate with the world. One that could never understand someone like me. You are the one who wrote me a letter, asking a coward to help you be brave. It took me a while to realize that you were one and the same, but I picked up on the hints you left behind. I’m sorry it took me this long to figure it out.

Would you have showed up had I not asked you to come with me? I think about that often, were you only afraid because my initial thought was that there was no way it could be you? The impossible notion that my best friend could love me anymore than they already do? I have a thousand more questions I want to ask you, but I think I’m brave enough now to ask you in person.

So I’m going to end this letter here, because you deserve so much more than the words I’ve hidden behind for years. A letter I started to write for someone I thought I didn’t know, to the person I’ve never loved before. Funny, how it ended up being a letter to the person I’ve loved all along.

As you read the last line, tears already streaming down your face, you had never felt happier.

“You figured it out.” You whispered, almost in disbelief. “For a second there I thought you never would.”

You don’t know when Jihoon came back, but he was suddenly standing in front of you taking your hand in his. “It really shouldn’t have taken me that long, I’ve only seen your handwriting a thousand times before.”

Laughter bubbled past your lips as you dried your tears with your sleeve. “I was terrified that you would’ve figured me out from the very beginning. Looks like I really give you too much credit sometimes.”

“You do.” He agreed. “So, what did you think of the letter? Any edits you can think of?”

“This isn’t the type of letter that needs editing.” You stated plainly. “It would take away from the author’s meaning.”

“What would that be?” He asked, clearly teasing you. “Enlighten me.”

You shook your head defiantly. “No, no way. It’s your letter, why don’t you tell me what it’s supposed to mean?”

Part of him didn’t want to make it easy, that much you knew with absolute certainty. But, for the sake of time and your poor heart, he would let you off the hook. Just this once.

“That I love you.” He said softly. “More than anything else.”

Choking out a sob, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in close.

“I love you too, Jihoon.”

In the end, neither of you were good with words, but you only needed to know what to say to each other.

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[chilligyu]

info: lee seokmin/reader, general audiences, idol/established relationship au genre: fluff | word ct: 1k warnings: none summary: after touring for months, all seokmin wanted was to be home with the one person that gave the word meaning.

“All flights departing for South Korea have been delayed, we apologize for the inconvenience. Have a good day.”

Staring up at the departure log, Seokmin can slowly feel his lifeforce drain from his body. It’s been weeks, almost months, since he was home. It’s been weeks since he felt his own bed beneath him, weeks since he showered in his own bathroom, weeks since he’s been back in the city that holds his heart. For the longest time he lived for international concerts, he loved performing for people who despite not knowing his language, were singing along to every word. He used to get such a rush from being on stage.

But now, he hates them.

“Dokyeom, I’m sure the delay won’t last long.” Seungkwan says in an attempt to stay optimistic, a reassuring hand on his back.

“I’m about ready to walk back to Korea…” Seokmin mumbles underneath his breath.

The rest of the group is completely aware of how their happy virus has been feeling for the past few days. If it had been a short tour, he’d be fine. But he’s been itching to get back since the moment they left. He tried to be his usual sunshine self for the others, they just know him too well to be fooled by the act.

Throwing his bag into a random seat, he plops down and pulls out his headphones, signalling the others to leave him alone for the time being. Unlocking his phone a sad smile creases his lips.

17:09 LOML: text me before you get on the plane!! 17:09 LOML: I miss you lots!! 17:09 LOML: woojoo misses you too!! 17:09 LOML: 🐶 17:09 LOML: can’t wait to see you tonight!!

Chuckling at his girlfriend’s excessive use of exclamation points, and her excessive cuteness, he dials her number and puts his phone to his ear. One ring, two—

“DK!” She practically beams, clearly not expecting a call.

“Hey babe,” He starts, his entire presence softening at the sound of her voice, “how is everything at home?”

“Good, good!” She exclaims. “It’ll be better once you’re back, though. It’s lonely here without you and the boys. But mostly you.”

Seokmin shakes his head and sighs. “I know, and that’s partially why I called you.”

“Why does that—oh no.” She mutters in realization. “How much longer?”

“I don’t know.” He admits honestly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “All flights to Korea are delayed. There’s nothing I can do.”

Clearly just as unhappy as he is, she whines at the news. “Will this is what I get for dating a rockstar. Busy, busy, busy.”

“I know, baby, I’m sorry—"

“It’s not your fault, DK.” She reassures him. “I don’t mind you coming home late, so long as you come home healthy.”

“I don’t deserve you.” He admits with a smile.

“Wrong.” She states plainly. “You deserve the best. And I’m definitely the best girlfriend. Wanna know why?”

He decides to play along. “Why?”

“I bought us matching sweaters!” She exclaims, proud as can be.

Seokmin couldn’t help it as a sincere laugh bubbled past his lips. “I can’t wait to try it on.”

“The boys are going to be so jealous.” She practically cackles.

“They better be.” He snickers just as he catches her yawning from the other end. “Baby, it’s late. Get some rest.”

Still yawning, he can hear her whining again. “But I don’t want to go…”

“Neither do I, but you need to stay healthy too.” He says. “What if you get sick before I come back? You don’t want me to worry, do you?”

“Mmm… no…” She admits, obviously tired. “Okay, if you insist. I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

“Definitely.” He states. “Even if I have to swim back.”

“Oh DK.” She giggles. “Don’t do that.”

“I won’t.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Okay. Goodnight, DK, I love you, come back soon!”

“I will. I love you too.”

Click.

The delay lasted for four hours. Four. Whole. Hours. And to Seokmin it felt like an eternity and then some. When he finally got off the plane, it was five in the morning, everyone was exhausted and ready to go to bed. And instead of hopping in the van back to the dorms, a mere 15 minutes away, he got a cab and went straight to his apartment. Despite the manager's attempts to talk him out of it. By the time he pulled onto his street, the sun was just starting to rise. Getting out of the cab, his suitcase dragging behind him, he inhaled as deeply as he could.

Finally, finally, he’s home.

Leaving his luggage inside the front door and kicking off his shoes, Seokmin quietly ascends the stairs. Coming to the main level, a familiar scent of citrus soothed his senses, he’s missed all this. As carefully as he could manage, he starts to tiptoe over to the bedroom. Getting closer, he can already hear the charming snores of his favorite puppy and his beloved girlfriend.

With Woojoo at her feet, she’s got the comforter all wrapped up in her arms all while she’s curled up into a little ball. She looks absolutely adorable. Woojoo wakes up first, blinking, yawning, and shaking his head. It takes every ounce of strength that Seokmin possesses not to coo over the cuteness.

“Morning Woojoo.” He whispers, scratching him behind the ears. “Thank you for keeping mama safe.”

Letting out a small yip of happiness, Woojoo starts licking Seokmin’s hand before jumping down and trotting over to his water bowl.

“Dammit, Joo!” Seokmin hisses quietly through his teeth. “Don’t wake her up!”

“Hmm…” She stirs suddenly, causing Seokmin’s heart to stop beating.

He realizes it’s a false alarm as she rolls over and releases the comforter. Sighing in relief, he starts pulling off his clothes so he can change into something more comfortable. Careful not to wake her, he stealthily pulls a pillow from the bed and starts tiptoeing back out into the living room. Unfortunately for him, he’s not that stealthy.

“Seokmin?” A sleepy voice asks, rubbing her eyes.

Shoot. He curses silently. “Go back to sleep, baby, it’s still early.”

“Okay…” She mumbles, laying back down.

Once her head hit the pillow, Seokmin tries to leave again.

“Wait, where are you going?” She protests, lifting herself onto her elbows.

“I didn’t want to wake you, I was going to sleep on the couch.” He admits quietly.

Her cheeks puff out as she pouts. “Well, I’m awake now.”

Sitting up, she extends her arms towards him. Which Seokmin has learned over the years to mean “come hold me”, and what kind of boyfriend is he if he denies her? Chuckling, he puts the pillow back and leans down to kiss his beloved, something he’s been dying to do for weeks. As she hums happily, he climbs into bed beside her, lifting the comforter over both of them before wrapping his arms around her.

Feeling her body against him for the first time in a long while, Seokmin unconsciously nuzzles into her neck, inhaling the familiar scent of her vanilla lotion. Holding her close, he can feel the lethargy start to kick in. The jetlag plus the fact that he got absolutely zero sleep on the plane is enough to knock anyone out. He just wants to hold her for a bit longer.

“Welcome home, Seokmin…” She whispers.

Kissing her bare shoulder, he laces their fingers together, a blissful smile creasing his face. For the first time in a long while, he’s really truly home.

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[chilligyu]

info: yoon jeonghan/reader, pg, post-breakup au genre: angst | word ct: 1k warnings: none summary: when it comes to a broken heart, sometimes even the best memories are better left forgotten.

It’s just a dinner. You found yourself telling your reflection. It’s just a couple of hours, I can handle that.

Usually you didn’t need to give yourself a pep talk to get out the door, but that day was different. That day was going to be difficult to say the least. It was the first family event you’d been to since you—since he broke up with you. Since he took your heart in his hand and crushed it. What made it even worse, was that your family loved him, he was the life of the party, kind and considerate. They were hoping you would marry him. And, well, as much as you shared their sentiments, he evidently had different plans for his life.

“I can’t do this anymore, I’m sorry.”

Those were the exact words out of his mouth, and you’re pretty sure they’ll haunt you for the rest of your life. But, you had to move on. Your life couldn’t come to a complete halt because of one heartbreak. Even if it made it hard for you to get up in the morning. So you sucked it up, you put on your big girl pants and went to that dinner with your chin held high. When in actuality you really wish you’d stayed home.

You weren’t even two steps in the door when you were bombarded with questions. How’s work? How’s school going? Did you get that promotion? Is that a tattoo? The list went on and on and on. Obviously they didn’t ask questions about him, that would be too brash, but the way they were pointedly asking about everything else made it painfully clear. They all wanted to ask, just didn’t have the balls to. Somehow that was worse.

So you answered their questions with a smile, told them what they wanted to hear, you built that wall up three months ago and you’d be damned if you let them break through. Once they exhausted their false interest in your personal life, you headed over to the bar to grab yourself a much needed drink. Braving the rest of the evening was far less daunting with a bit of liquid courage coursing through you.

As it got closer to a socially acceptable time where you could make your escape, you thought you were in the clear. Even your nosey mother didn’t go prying into what happened with him, something you deeply appreciated. For all intents and purposes, you were off the hook. Of course, you’ve never been that lucky, that would’ve been far too easy.

“Aunty?” You heard a very familiar voice call up to you.

“Hani!” You exclaimed when you looked down to see your most favorite niece in the whole world. “Where have you been hiding?”

She stuck her thumb in her mouth and pointed at her brothers. “I was playing with Daesun and Daeyong. They got new dinosaurs.”

“Whoa!” You said enthusiastically. “New dinosaurs! That’s amazing! I wish I had new dinosaurs.”

“Mm.” She hummed, her wide eyes looking up at you expectantly. “Where’s Jeonghan?”

Gone.

Not even meaning to, you suddenly remembered him packing his bags, you remembered begging him to stay. You desperately wanted to talk, to figure it all out, but he made it clear that he only wanted to leave. He didn’t love you anymore. Forcing him to keep dating someone he wasn’t interested in was torture.

“Jeonghan,” You said, choking on each syllable, “please, please, don’t do this. Let’s sit down, let’s talk about this—”

“Why?” He practically spat. “It’s over, nothing you say is going to change that.”

His cold tone stopped you in your tracks. “Why—why are you acting like this? Like—like you don’t care...”

“Maybe I don’t.” He returned vehemently. “Ever think of that?”

One thing you were grateful of, was that his words didn’t leave any room to question. You’ve broken up with a handful of other guys, but you always cushioned the blow, broke their hearts instead of shattering them. Maybe Jeonghan learned from your mistakes, because you didn’t doubt him at all. It was over in an instant. It was over and you were painfully alone.

You plastered a forced smile on your face as you kneeled down beside her. “He’s not living with me anymore, I’m sorry Hani.”

“Why not?” Hani asked innocently.

Please don’t. “We’re not together anymore.”

“But you love him.” She persisted, her words cutting deep.

“Why are you acting like this? Like you don’t care?”

“Maybe I don’t. Ever think of that?”

Fighting back tears, you nodded. “That’s right. I do.”

She cocked her head in confusion. “Then why?”

Feeling your resolve break, you offered her a sad smile as you stroked her hair. “Because, love isn’t always enough.”

Before you had an emotional breakdown in front of the entire family, you ran into the bathroom and locked the door behind you. For months you’d been telling myself that you were fine, that if he didn’t want to be with you anymore then you would let him go. You’d let him be happy. He didn’t love you and that was okay. You were okay. Those were lies, all lies, and as you dropped to the floor, your body shaking, you sobbed harder than you ever had before.

Why? You asked yourself for the hundredth time. Why did he leave? We were happy, we were going to start a life together. He told me that he loved me, was it—was it all a lie?

Wrapping your arms around your knees, you tried your hardest to bury yourself in your regret. You thought you were okay. I was okay. As your vision started to get blurry, you could only think of all the times you were happy together. You were happy for three years, you were perfect for three years.

Wiping at your persistent tears, you pulled out your phone. Opening Instagram, you immediately let out a quiet laugh. You hadn’t changed your profile picture yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to. It was a picture of the gigantic Kumamon plushie he won for you at the fair standing upright beside you, making you look comically small in comparison.

Hesitantly, you scrolled through your account, a sad smile creasing your face as you remembered the memories behind the pictures. The two of you were happy, that much was clear. The three years you spent together wasn’t a lie. His brilliant smile was the brightest part of your life. You had laughed together about everything, shared a love of music, a desire to create a life together, it was hard to think that it was all over in one evening. How he said only a few words to you and left forever.

I miss him. You finally admitted to yourself. I miss him so much.

Tears still rolling down your cheeks, you couldn’t help but smile. Even though he left, even though you weren’t sure if you’d ever see him again, you still had a piece of him that he left with you. And it wasn’t on your phone. It wasn’t the pictures, it wasn’t the posts on facebook or the late night talks on Kakao, it was the memories. Because, no matter how often you tried to convince yourself otherwise, you were in love, and you were happy. And that would never leave you.

Would you like to delete your account?

You hesitated only slightly, your finger hovering over your phone. With one last look at the physical proof of your happiness with Jeonghan and your life together, you made your decision.

YES.

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[chilligyu]

unsent

info: wonwoo/reader, angst, g word ct: 800 | warnings: none summary: things said at 2am between two best friends note: this is 99% a text fic, there's some actual writing at the end lol, totally get it if this isn't your thing

YN 01:57: hey, you up?

WW 01:57: i'm always up WW 01:57: why what’s going on WW 01:58: what’s wrong

YN 1:58: why does something have to be wrong for me to text you? YN 1:59: can’t a girl text her best friend?

WW 1:59: sure WW 2:00: but it’s almost 2am and you have class in 6 hrs WW 2:00: okay now it’s actually 2am WW 2:00: spill it

YN 2:00: maybe i just wanted to talk to you

WW 2:00: yeah right WW 2:00: sure

YN 2:01: okay fine YN 2:01: you caught me YN 2:01: I can’t sleep

WW 2:01: i assumed that much

YN 2:02: brat YN 2:02: just keep me company YN 2:05: you’re bad at this

WW 2:06: i'm sorry that i’m up because i’m actually busy WW 2:06: some of us have deadlines

YN 2:07: so do I YN 2:07: but I can’t sleep so here I am YN 2:08: you’re my best friend YN 2:08: don’t leave me hanging YN 2:08: in my hour of need

WW 2:08: only if u tell me what’s wrong

YN 2:09: I told you YN 2:09: I can’t sleep YN 2:10: got four eyes and you still can’t see shit

WW 2:10: and why can't you sleep?

YN 2:10: the usual

WW 2:11: that's not ominous at all WW 2:11: or descriptive WW 2:12: c'mon WW 2:13: tell your ol buddy wonu what’s wrong WW 2:18: preferably before i die of old age WW 2:20: but you’ll die first because you’re older

YN 2:21: I WAS TYPING YOU BRAT YN 2:22: fine YN 2:22: I’ll do this is short bursts YN 2:22: since you’re so impatient YN 2:22: you know your friend mingyu?

WW 2:23: the one i produced my last album with? WW 2:24: never heard of him

YN 2:25: don’t you get smart with me

WW 2:25: i am smart

YN 2:26: A N Y W A Y S YN 2:27: so YN 2:27: we have music theory together

WW 2:27: since when do you take music theory?

YN 2:28: since when are you my mother???? YN 2:28: it’s none of your damn business wonu!!!

WW 2:28: you’re the lit student taking music theory

YN 2:28: A N Y W A Y S YN 2:29: so he asked me out YN 2:29: and it’s been driving me crazy YN 2:29: because I like him YN 2:29: and he’s super funny and sweet YN 2:29: but he’s also like YN 2:29: stupid popular YN 2:30: as my best friend YN 2:30: I was hoping to get your insight? YN 2:30: like YN 2:30: do I have a shot?? YN 2:31: because I do not want to get my heart shattered YN 2:33: wonu? YN 2:39: are you still there???

WW 2:39: yeah sorry WW 2:39: got distracted WW 2:40: i say go for it WW 2:40: he's a pretty cool guy

YN 2:41: are you sure?

Wonwoo’s thumb hovered over his screen hesitantly, his body practically trembling with anxiety. The blue SEND button was tempting him, his unsent message screaming to be shared. His increasingly exhausted mind and rapidly decreasing restraint made him almost do something that he’d regret instantly. Like letting the past five years of repressed feelings bubble past the surface.

No, don’t go out with him, because I love you. I love you so much. I’ve loved you since the moment we were partnered to dissect that pig in high school. I love you because you don’t care that I’m not smooth, that I say stupid stuff like that and you actually laugh. You don’t mind staying up with me all night, or even listening to the first stages of my mixtape. You’re honestly the one person in the world that I feel completely comfortable being myself around, and I don’t think I’ll meet anyone else like you. I love you, please say no. Please turn him down. Please give me a chance.

WW 2:43: totally WW 2:43: you’ll get along great WW 2:44: have fun with him

YN 2:44: you’re the best YN 2:45: thank you!

WW 2:45: no problem WW 2:45: now go to bed WW 2:46: i don’t want to hear about how exhausted you are all day

YN 2:47: deal! YN 2:47: I don’t know what I’d do without you wonwoo YN 2:47: love you! YN 2:48: goodnight!

With tears streaming down his face, Wonwoo threw his phone across the room in anguish.

I love you too.

More than you’ll ever know.

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[chilligyu]

info: chwe hansol/reader, general audiences, meet cute au genre: fluff | word ct: 1k warnings: narrator is an awkward sarcastic shit none summary: when mornings and socializing aren't your strong suit, coffee is the only thing that gets you through it.

Are you fucking kidding me?

It was early in the morning, she had just walked out of her apartment, bag slung over her shoulder, she was ready to take on the day. Then she found herself standing in front of a ROAD & SIDEWALK CLOSED sign, yellow caution tape strung up, and she could’ve sworn her life had ended. Her usual route. The whole road. Closed. Meaning that she had to make a detour. God she hated it when her morning routine was thrown off. But she still needed her morning brew. Turning around, she approached a coffee shop she’d never been to before.

Ding.

“Welcome to Sunshine Café! Where our sunshine coffee is bound to put a smile on your face!”

All around her, cheerful faces. Each excessively happy that it was morning. It wasn’t natural.

I think I’m going to vomit.

“Can I get an iced americano?” She ordered, a forced smile twitching at her lips.

The young barista looked far too pleasant to be entirely human. “Would you like to add a pastry to your order for another 89 cents? Or donate a dollar to the poor?”

Lady, I am the poor. “No thanks, just coffee.”

“Coming right up!”

Nodding, she paid and gladly left their perky sight. Putting in her headphones she waited for her order at the pick-up counter while listening to some mixtape she downloaded from SoundCloud. In some attempt to hide from the sunflower prints on the wall and chipper pop music blaring through the loudspeakers, she pulled her hood over her head. God she hated mornings. And she hated morning people more.

Unable to hear, she watched as an iced americano was placed in front of her. Without thinking she reached for it, her fingertips grazing against someone else’s and causing her to jump. She was already having a tough day, her fuse was short enough as it was, so she was fully prepared to rip this person a new asshole when—

Oh no. She internally gasped. He’s attractive. You don’t scream at attractive people. I can barely even speak to attractive people!

He was tall, his clothes were perfectly pressed, a pair of glasses perched at the end of his nose, God it was like he was ripped straight out of a magazine. A magazine full of extremely attractive people. Ones that wore beanies, and had dimples, and everything else she suddenly liked in a man. For a good minute, she watched his mouth move and wondered why the hell no sound was coming out. Scratching her head, she accidentally tugged on her headphones. Apparently handsome guys in coffee shops made her act like a complete moron.

“Sorry?” She chuckled nervously, removing them and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “What did you just say?”

Unfazed by her blunders, he smiled. “I was just wondering what you ordered.”

“Ah.” She grinned. “Iced americano, you?”

“Same.” He nodded as he adjusted his glasses. “Sorry, I must’ve—"

“No, no, no.” She objected, pushing it towards him. “I probably picked up your coffee by mistake.”

She was so nervous, so flustered, that her phone slipped out of her hand. Watching it clatter to the floor they both leaned over and suddenly he let out a quiet chuckle. Confused, she followed his gaze and could’ve sworn that her heart immediately stopped. Her music was displayed on the screen. Her odd music that no one else liked. The music that most everyone laughed at.

Oh no, oh no, oh no, attractive guy is going to laugh at my music, shit, shit!

“chwenotchew, huh?” He questioned, obviously amused. “Where did you find him?”

Play it cool, play it cool! Whatever you do, play it cool and don’t choke on your tongue! “It was just something I found on SoundCloud. Random mixtape, nothing special.”

“Nothing special?” He practically winced, handing her phone back to her. “That hurts.”

Confused, she took her phone back from him and looked down at the album art. There was something oddly familiar about the man on the cover. Then, it dawned on her. It was his face. The face of the extremely attractive guy kneeling down beside her. His actual face. Not some likeness, not some abstract interpretation. Just his face. And she insulted it. To his face.

She felt herself blushing. “I’m—I am so sorry, I had no idea that—that this was—"

“I prefer an honest opinion.” He smirked as he stood and offered her a helping hand. “Even if it’s not always the one I want to hear.”

Feeling guilty, she shook her head as she was pulled to her feet. “I didn’t mean what I said. I’m just so used to people making fun of me for what I listen to, I didn’t want this handsome stranger to—"

Oh no. She paused. When will you figure out how to shut up?

“I mean—" She stammered, her blush deepening with each passing second. “This other handsome stranger—not that you’re not handsome, because you definitely are, I just—oh my God. I need to stop talking.”

Despite her obvious struggle, the stranger smiled at her. “I think you should keep going, you’re doing great.”

“Oh.” She pouted, puffing out her cheeks. “Now you’re making fun of me.”

“I can’t help it.” He chuckled. “You’re pretty cute when you’re flustered.”

Is it possible to choke on your tongue? Because I’m definitely choking on my tongue.

“Ummm…” She hesitated with a nervous laugh. “Wow, okay, ummm—what?”

He gave her this award winning smile that practically turned her into a puddle. “Just wondering, would you want to go out with me sometime?”

Choking on your tongue is possible. It’s very possible.

“I—" She swallowed. “I mean—I mean yeah? Probably? Like—definitely?”

“Good.” He smirked just as her order was placed on the counter. “I’m Vernon, by the way.”

Choking. Still choking.

“And I’m—" She started, chuckling underneath her breath. “Really happy that the road was closed today.”

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[chilligyu]

we interrupt this program...

info: dino/reader, fluff, pg word ct: 800 | warnings: mild alcohol consumption (nothing excessive) summary: stay tuned, you don't want to miss this one

She was sitting at the bar on a Saturday night, a gin and tonic placed neatly in front of her. Time passed slowly as she watched couple after couple stroll in hand in hand, giggling over trivial things and causing bile to rise in her throat. Unconsciously, she rolled her eyes at the sight, sipping at her drink, waiting for someone who would never show up. Her own boyfriend. Her own stupidly famous boyfriend that was currently in stupid America touring with his stupidly famous stupid dance group.

Stupid dancers and stupid Lee Chan. She grumbled. Why did I ever get involved with him in the first place?

“Can I get you anything else? Something to eat, maybe?” The bartender asked her for the second time that night. “What would you like?”

Sighing, she shook her head. “Nothing. Unless you can get me a plane ticket that is.”

He snickered, placing another drink in front of her. “Sorry, this is all I’ve got. Hope it helps.”

Oh, it will.

Downing her first glass, her attention turned towards the TV above the bar. Of course, of course it was a broadcast of his group's performance. And it was live. She loved watching her boyfriend through a glass screen. Absolutely. Loved. It.

“Turn it up!” Someone shouted from the back.

Without meaning to, she groaned loudly, earning her some confused looks from the people around her. But, being the loyal and supportive girlfriend that she was, she watched them perform thousands of miles away. She watched the love of her life dance with everything he had, she watched him give the performance of his life. And as their number finished and the crowd roared in applause, she had to admit that she loved it. She really did.

Once they were done, they zoomed in on all the members, allowing them all to give their own speeches. When it came to Chan, she felt her heart race. Somehow, despite the fact that they’d been dating for two years now, he still had that effect on her. She was just that hopelessly in love with him.

“Is there something you want to say?” The announcer asked Chan. “Anything at all?”

He nodded cutely, giving the whole world that adorable smile of his. “Babe! I hope you’re watching! You better be watching! I’ve been texting you all day!”

She sat up straighter in her seat, pulling out her cellphone to see an unread message from him an hour or so ago. It was simple, making sure that she would watch the performance, paired with at least 83 hearts of varying shapes and sizes. And two pictures of him getting his makeup done.

“I love you!” He exclaimed suddenly, hiding his face behind his baggy sleeve. “I know I don’t see you a lot, I know you miss me and I want to apologize for that. I miss you too. So much. But I also want you to know that I appreciate all the late night texts, and all the times you facetime me to make sure I’ve eaten, you’ve stood by me through it all. You’ve stood with me through so much, I just have one last thing to ask of you.“

He paused for a second, looking to his fellow members for—something. Reassurance? Guidance? Encouragement? Courage?

“Will you—" He stammered, his face turning beat red. “Will you marry me?”

Caught off guard, she nearly spit her drink across the bar. And while the entire world either cheered in excitement or cried in despair, she struggled to reattach her jaw. Obviously she had heard him wrong, because if she heard him correctly—she didn’t want to think about it. There was no way—no way that Chan just proposed to her on live TV.

Fumbling for her phone, she dialled a very important number. She knew that she wasn’t going to get a hold of him, but someone on his management team was going to hand him a phone some way or another if they didn’t want her hopping on a plane and crashing their entire tour. Because she definitely would.

“Sunbaenim?” She asked. “I think you know who I’m trying to get a hold of.”

Looking back up at the TV, she saw a nervous assistant fuss with Jeongguk’s earpiece.

“Babe?” He said into his mic with a smile. “I assume you saw all of that.”

“Yeah.” She muttered. “I did. Thanks for that.”

He didn’t say anything for a second. “And? What do you say?”

“Well, if you want the honest truth.” She started, tapping her chin. “Sometimes I hate you, sometimes I love you. I’m trying to decide which I’m feeling right now.”

He chuckled easily. “Is that a yes or a no?”

“Ask me again when you get home, idiot.” She rolled her eyes. “No way I’m agreeing to marry you when you’re in America.”

“I get that.” He smiled, staring into the camera like he was staring right at her. “See you when we get home?”

“Yeah.” She blushed uncontrollably. “See you soon.”

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[chilligyu]

underlying messages

info: jeonghan/reader, fluff, pg word ct: 500 | warnings: suggestive summary: never trust your hot roommate

If there’s anything you’re good at, it’s getting yourself in way too deep. Usually by inserting your foot directly into your mouth. This time’s no different. No matter how silly it seems. You’re sitting across the table from your roommate, Yoon Jeonghan, narrowing your eyes at him as he finishes seasoning his fresh bowl of ramen. The ramen that you bought.

“You’re telling me—“ You start with a sneer. “That’s the last package of ramen in the apartment. The ramen that I paid for with my own money? For me to eat?”

His lips twitch as he tries not to smirk. “Yep. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“Put down the ramen.” You demand.

“No.”

“I said put it down!” You persist, your tone rising.

“And I said no.”

Your frustration gets the better of you and you smack the table. “So help me God, I will tackle you to the ground and rip my ramen from your cold. Dead. Fingers!”

“You?” He laughs humorlessly. “Tackle me to the ground? Don’t make me laugh.”

You raise a finger to him. “Don’t tempt me, Jeonghan.”

“More like I’m calling your bluff.” He smirks. “You won’t do it.”

The tips of your ears start to get red as you stand and stare him down. “That’s it, you’ve messed with the wrong girl!”

Without hesitating, you practically leap across the table, knocking Jeonghan out of his chair and onto the ground. You’re sitting on top of his hips, your hands pressing his shoulders into the ground, and a triumphant smile on your lips.

“Told ya.” You taunt him, brushing your hair out of your face. “That’ll teach you to—what are you doing.”

His hands suddenly find themselves on your waist, and he’s got that devilish smile creasing his lips. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You—“ You start, huffing in anger. “You totally let me tackle you.”

“Mhmm.” He agrees, smirking up at you. “I’ve got you right where I want you.”

Before you can get a word out, Jeonghan’s flipped the tables and you find yourself on your back, his hands keeping your wrists secured to the floor.

“Jerk!” You spit at him as you force back laughter. “You couldn’t let me have this one? Just this one?”

He shook his head. “Nope. Not today.”

Pouting, you puff out your cheeks, resisting your roommates exuberant charms. “You’re so mean.”

“I think you’re just a sore loser.” He says, his voice hushed and mildly sexual. “There’s only one way you can beat me.”

“Oh?” You feign ignorance. “And how’s that?”

“Do I really have to spell it out for you?” He asks quietly, slowly getting closer, and closer, until—

With everything you have, you manage to roll over once more, putting yourself back on Jeonghan’s waist. You offer him a mischievous and knowing smirk, leaning in close to his ear and whispering seductively.

“Y’know, I’ve never been too good at spelling.”

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[chilligyu]

when the neighbor's a real one

info: junhui/reader, fluff, pg word ct: 500 | warnings: none summary: being a single parent was hard, but a kind neighbor can make it so much better… and it doesn’t hurt that he’s HOT

For the life of you, you can’t remember what it feels like to sleep in anymore. And you love to sleep. The feeling of an afternoon sun peeking through your curtains, of getting up and being able to lounge around for hours, God you miss it. But now—now your days are full of just one thing. The one thing you can’t escape no matter how hard you try.

“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

A baby.

“Please, please make it stop.” You whimper as you hide in your bathroom with a tub of ice cream.

Sad to say, this was all an accident. You didn’t set out to be a mom, you didn’t mean for the condom to break, but you decided to be an adult about your poor life choices, and you’d raise the kid. That was your selfless moment, the one selfless moment in your entire existence because the good for nothing sleazebag that was partially responsible took off long ago. And you’re learning it was a bit more than you can chew. You’re honestly suffocating.

And, to top it off, someone’s been ringing your doorbell for the past five minutes.

“Please, please go away.” You beg desperately, hoping some part of your life would finally go as planned.

Of course, it didn’t, so you decide to put on your big girl pants (both figuratively and literally) and answer the door. Then, you curse yourself, because you totally forgot that your neighbor from across the hall, Wen Junhui, is a total hottie, and he’s completely selfless by nature. And, you’ve had a crush on him since he moved in. But the last time you saw him, you had all the confidence in the world, sans baby, hot and single, and you weren’t reduced to wearing week old sweatpants.

“Are you okay?” He asks earnestly, worry creasing his face. “You’ve been crying for hours…”

You wipe away your dried tears. “Well, I was crying this morning. You were probably hearing Haechun, he’s been fussing for the past hour.”

He arches a brow in confusion. “Haechun? Is that your brother?”

I wish. You shake your head. “No, he’s mine. My kid. My spawn. My headache. And I appreciate you checking in on me, it’s—it’s really not a good time.”

“I can hear that.” He smirks sympathetically, Haechun suddenly shrieking in the distance. “Need a hand?”

“What?” You question. “Oh, no, no, no, no. I’ll be fine, I just haven’t slept in two days. He does nothing but cry and poop and scream. It’s fine, it’s cool. Who needs sleep? Not me! I’m super mom, super mom… and super exhausted.”

Then, he places a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “You go take a nap, I’ll stay up and watch Haechun.”

“Junhui…” You exhale easily. “I totally want to be mature and cool, and say that you don’t have to do that, but that is the best thing I’ve heard all day. You’re the best.”

A small chuckle escapes his lips, and you find yourself melting as he immediately heads towards Haechun, kicking and screaming in his little playpen. You watch Junhui pick him up and make the cutest faces at him, making you think for just a moment—

He’d probably make a really great dad.

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[chilligyu]

confessions

info: soonyoung/reader, fluff, g word ct: 300 | warnings: none summary: they say practice makes perfect

For the life of him, Soonyoung couldn’t bring himself to do it. She was probably the most popular girl in school, and definitely the most beautiful. Trying to initiate even an innocent conversation with her was frightening enough. How he was going to muster the courage to actually confess to her was completely beyond him. But—dammit, he had half an hour of study block to rehearse his confession and nowhere to be. So that’s just what he did. He found himself a window out in the courtyard and planted himself in front of it. Because he was going to try.

“Listen” He started, wanting to perfect his confession down to the very last detail. “I—I know you probably don’t know who I am, but I just wanted you to know that you’re probably the single most amazing girl I’ve ever met. And I’ve met a lot. Not saying that I like—date a lot, because I don’t, but you’re definitely really amazing. So amazing in fact, that I just wanted to say that—that I really like you, and I’d like to go out with you sometime. Maybe get some coffee, or go on a picnic—oh for fuck’s sake I sound like an idiot.”

“I wouldn’t say that. You were actually doing pretty good.”

Looking up from the window he was practicing into, he saw her. The girl he couldn’t stop thinking about. She was leaning out of a second floor window, a cigarette dangling from her fingertips and a playful smirk creasing her face. Somehow, she always looked like she didn’t have a care in the world.

“Umm…” Soonyoung blushed, scratching the back of his head. “H-how long have you been standing there?”

She chuckled easily, winking down at him. “Long enough. Meet me out front in twenty minutes. If you want to go on a date we’re doing it my way.”

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[chilligyu]

it's only rain

info: jihoon/reader, angst, pg13 word ct: 300 | warnings: implied major character death summary: jihoon hates the rain the she loved

It was raining.

“It’s only rain.”

And Jihoon hated the rain.

He hated how it spattered against the ground. How it soaked everything it touched. How it didn’t care about anything else except its own selfish existence.

It was raining.

“It’s only rain.”

And she loved the rain.

She loved how it created little rhythms against her window. How it gave life to the beauty of the earth. How it rippled in puddles and made her feel at ease.

Funny, no matter how much he hated rain, he loved watching her dance in it. He loved how much it made her smile. He hated rain, but he loved her. So, a part of him loved the rain too. The part that loved her, loved her because of the rain. He loved that rain gave her life, he loved how it soaked her hair. He loved how it rippled in her eyes, and how it didn’t care that she would gladly exist in its selfishness.

So why.

Why?

“I’m going out.” She informed him nonchalantly, leaning down and kissing his cheek. “Need anything?”

He smiled at the gesture, pulling her in for a peck on the lips. “I just need you.”

She rolled her eyes in amusement. “That’s not what I mean, Jihoon. I’ll be back in a minute, promise.”

“Can’t you stay?” He begged. “Besides, it’s raining.”

“It’s only rain.” She smirked. “A little rain never hurt anyone.”

He hated the rain.

He hated the rain.

He hated the rain.

He hated the rain.

He hates the rain.

He hates the rain because she loved it, he hates it because she admired it with every part of her that he held most dear. He hates how it made her feel at ease, how she was never afraid of it. He hates how it spattered against the ground, and how it rippled in puddles. He hates that rain gave her life, and took it from her in the end.

Rain took her from him.

“Is this Lee Jihoon?”

“Yes?”

“I’m so sorry, there was an accident…”

The rain that she loved so much.

Selfish and cruel at the very core of its existence.

It killed her.

“It’s only rain.”

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[chilligyu]

competing with perfection

info: seungkwan/reader, angst, pg word ct: 500 | warnings: suggestive moments summary: you always wanted to be perfect, because perfection is what seungkwan loved.

He could remember it vividly, what perfection felt like to him. To Seungkwan, perfection was holding her in his arms, brushing back her hair, and falling asleep feeling her heartbeat against his chest. But, she was gone. Instead, there you are. Imperfection. You’re occupying the spot that once belonged to someone else. Someone far more important. Someone you can’t ever replace.

You didn’t want to regret it, and neither did he, but you did. Every part of you screamed at you to run. To gather up your dignity and leave your mistake behind. He was your best friend, the person you trusted most. The person you loved most. The person you knew you couldn’t have. And, in a time of weakness, you fell into his arms. Arms that you’ve wanted around you for as long as you can remember.

He knew it too.

Seungkwan knew how much you loved him. You confessed to him years ago and accepted that he was madly in love with someone else. That he’d never love you. You came to terms with it. You really did. But—how could you turn him away? Tears streaking his face, his clothes soaked from standing out in the rain, you couldn’t close the door. Especially when he begged you to stay.

“Please, I don’t want to be alone.”

So you comforted him. You comforted him with words, kisses, and regret. He held you in his arms, whispering a name that wasn’t yours. Desperately you clutched at his back just so he wouldn’t see how much it hurt. How imperfect you were to him. How much it pained you to know that the only person he wanted in his arms, was perfect.

“I—I’m sorry.”

You couldn’t count how many times he muttered those words to you. Even as he branded you in a way few had before, all he could say was that he was sorry. There was perhaps no worse feeling in the world, being so madly in love with another when all they felt towards you was guilt. Wanting to feel like you were soaring above the clouds, not being weighed down knowing that you were making a grave mistake. That you were the mistake.

Looking at him, his arm thrown across his eyes in shame, you had to tell yourself again and again not to cry. He was in enough pain, he was already burdened by you, you didn’t need to make it worse. Slowly, you left his side, putting your feet on the ground and pulling your clothes back on. Just as easily as he walked through your door the previous night, you’d walk back out of it.

“I’m going to run errands.” You said quietly. “Lock up when you leave.”

He didn’t stir, he didn’t even look at you. The thought alone made your stomach sink. You simply stepped out into the hallway, closing the door behind you and slowly sinking to the ground. While you tried to be quiet, you tried to keep everything you felt bottled up inside, you couldn’t stop the sobs that wracked your body. You couldn’t stop thinking about how the man you loved most used you to forget about his own pain.

And you let him.

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[chilligyu]

info: kim mingyu/reader, pg, established relationship au genre: angst | word ct: 1k warnings: none summary: when something is broken, it's not always clear. you never know how deep the cracks go until you look beneath the surface.

It’s amazing how long something can remain broken beyond repair and still somehow manage to function perfectly fine. She was sitting at her workbench, an old pocket watch was nestled safely in her gentle hands. Patiently, she watched the seconds tick by, she watched the gears and cogs turn endlessly, the watch worked. Nothing seemed to be out of place. Everything seemed to be fine. Only she knew the truth, only she knew about the cracks that ran deep beneath the surface.

“I like you.”

She looked up from the old watch she was tinkering with, eyes wide with shock. She almost dropped her project, her jaw dropped in disbelief. Kim Mingyu was standing in front of her, his sincere smile caused a familiar warmth to bloom inside her chest, the words she always wanted to hear spilled past his perfect lips. But they weren’t truly meant for her.

“I—I like you too.”

Setting the old pocket watch on the bench, she grabbed a fresh tin of polish from the shelf above her. Taking it carefully in her hands, she slowly began buffing out the years of wear and tear. She was erasing history with nothing but a rag. It was astonishing how much she could do with so little. It wouldn’t do anything to fix the broken gears, that would take a lot more work. The least she could do was make an old broken thing look brand new, to give it a glimpse into it’s old life. Slowly but surely, the pocket watch began to shine again, still nothing like it once was. At least it was a bit closer.

“I love you.”

Their hands were intertwined as they sat underneath the stars, her head was resting against his shoulder, their legs tangled naturally. Her heart swelled with his confession, she could feel herself getting lightheaded. Just three months and he actually said it. Mingyu said those three words, so simple, so perfect, so fake. Because they weren’t meant for her.

“I love you too.”

After making sure everything looked alright from the outside, she pulled out her tools from the drawer and started to take the old pocket watch apart. Each piece was handled with care and precision, cleaned, polished, and set aside. Eventually she was able to see what made the watch broken to begin with. What she discovered underneath was a couple of cracked wheels, a dented stud holder, a cracked regulator, the mechanism was barely keeping itself together. One little tap and the whole thing would surely fall apart.

“Will you marry me?”

They were visiting her family, her parents were standing across the room, and he was down on one knee. Her hand flew to her mouth as she gasped. Everyone thought it was because she was happy, they thought it was because her dreams had come true. And, once upon a time, this was her dream. Mingyu asked her the one question she wanted to hear from his lips. If only it was meant for her.

“Yes, yes I will.”

Scratching her chin, she began digging through her drawers of spare parts, wondering if there was anything she could do to fix the old pocket watch. Even with all of her preparation and experience, she wasn’t sure if she was ready to fix that sort of damage. Nothing she had would be a perfect fit, but at least it wouldn’t fall apart. A set of mismatched gears was better than waiting for the day that it all came crashing down. She wasn’t going to let that happen again.

“You want a divorce?”

As they sat at their dining room table, their infant son asleep in her arms, he looked at the stack of papers placed between them. Listening to it scream in the crippling silence. They had been together for years, five whole years, five years full of lies and sealed with a broken heart. She had enough. It was one thing when he needed a rebound, she could do that for him. She could pretend that she wasn’t in love with him. She could pretend to be okay with the fact that he didn’t love her. That he loved someone else more than he would ever love another. She could give him that much. But this had gone on long enough. His love wasn’t meant for her.

“Yes. I do.”

Finally, she started putting the old pocket watch back together. She found all of the pieces she needed, she managed to find them buried deep in the rubble. Diligently, each piece was returned to its rightful home, the broken pieces were replaced, and everything was going to be alright. A small smile creased her lips, because she was finally going to fix it. She was going to fix everything.

“I’m—I’m sorry.”

He stood in front of her, his head bowed in shame. It had been years since they had spoken more than a few words to each other that wasn’t through their attorneys. Truthfully, it was good to see him again. He looked good, she was happy for him. It only hurt a little to see the brand new wedding ring on his finger, replacing the one she tore off his finger one night in anger. She was happy to know that he was finally at peace. And she had no right to be jealous. Because he was never meant for her.

“It’s okay. I know you never loved me, but loving you made me happy.”

Once the old pocket watch was finished, once everything was in its proper place, tears freely fell from her tired eyes. For too long she had pretended that everything was alright. She had pretended that Kim Mingyu hadn’t broken her beyond repair. Bracing herself on her elbows her body wracked with sobs. She watched the pocket watch return to life, she watched the seconds tick by, she watched the gears and cogs turn endlessly, the watch worked. But it was still broken.

She was still broken.

Gripping it tight in her hand, she launched the old pocket watch across the room, weeping louder when it splintered against the far wall. She hated looking at it, it and every other watch she had fixed in the last two years. She hated how they were all reflections of her. Because she knew how broken they were underneath the shine and polish, she knew the truth even though no one could see the damage. She knew those watches would never be whole again.

She would never be whole again.

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[chilligyu]

sweetest desires

info: mingyu/reader, fluff, pg word ct: 200 | warnings: EXTREMELY SUGGESTIVE BUT I PROMISE THIS IS PG summary: it's not what you think it is, perverts

“You know you want it, sweetheart.”

It’s right in front of you, in its natural state. In plain sight, for anyone to admire openly and freely. Your boyfriend, Kim Mingyu, loves showing it off, and you’re not entirely sure if that’s legal. You bite your lip, you’re practically salivating at the mere image in front of you, and you do your best not to moan.

“Mingyu…” You whisper, “I—I can’t.”

“You know you want it, sweetheart.” He purrs seductively.

You can feel your breath hitch, your palms are sweating, and you just—

“Oh fuck it. Give it to me.”

He smirks triumphantly, pushing the small porcelain dish in front of you. “Enjoy.”

There is a God.

You have one weakness in the whole world, and that’s your boyfriends crème brȗlée. And you don’t wait another second to shovel the whole thing into your mouth. It’s so sweet, so decadent, with a perfect sugar crust—

“I hate you.” You mumble through the custard. “You’re killing my diet.”

“Remember,” He grins, stealing a spoonful of your dessert, “if it’s delicious, then it has no calories.”

Rolling your eyes, you lean across the table and kiss him quickly on the lips. “Okay, fine. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He exhales easily, kissing you back gently. “Now, hurry up and finish it before the boys come home.”

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[chilligyu]

it's okay, I'm okay

info: minghao/reader ft. junhui, angst, g word ct: 500 | warnings: none summary: when you're in love, you never want them to worry

“Minghao, dance with me.”

He looked up at her expectantly, an encouraging smile on her already beautiful face. Unconsciously, he nodded, reaching towards her extended hand. As she pulled him to his feet, he paused for only a second, taking in her graceful features so that he’d never forget them. For the rest of eternity, he wanted to remember this moment.

“Of course.”

Her smile widened and his heart swelled. Never, in all his life, had he been more in love. He twirled her around and her purple dress swirled with them. Everything was perfect. Absolutely perfect, and Minghao had never been happier. She gazed up at him, the moon and the stars reflected in her eyes, promising him something that he didn’t deserve, but wanted nonetheless. He looked at her and he could see his future, his dreams, he would’ve given anything to hold her in his arms.

“It’s so beautiful out.”

She breathed easily, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and a gentle laugh escaping her exquisite lips. Her voice enticed him in a way that he didn’t understand. They danced in joy, or maybe just because they could. He had no idea nor did he honestly care. She was with him and that’s all that mattered. Seeing her without inhibitions and free, it warmed his heart. She was the sun, the moon, and the stars.

“Are you two having fun?”

Five words. Five little worlds and Minghao’s dream completely shattered. She was still standing in front of him, that same smile still on her face, but it was his friend Junhui who walked up to her and held her in his arms. That was the reality, the truth. Xu Minghao fell in love with his best friend from grade school, she fell in love with Wen Junhui. Someone he considered to be his brother.

“Of course.”

Minghao did his best to maintain his composure, because it wasn’t the first time he let his imagination get away from him. That was something he both hated and loved about her, she made him forget everything. When she was with him she had the power to take him to another world. To her world. Where anything seemed possible, but in the end was obviously not. She was in love with Junhui, that much would never change. No matter how much he hated it.

“Minghao, you don’t look so good.”

She looked at him with concern, but what did she expect from him? How should a man look when he’s stuck on someone who would never love him? How should he look when he had to watch his brother hold the woman that they both loved in his arms? How should he look after giving them his blessing, because her happiness was more important to him than his own selfishness? How many times could he smile at her, and promise that he was okay?

“I’m okay.”

How many times would he lie to her? How many times would he soothe her worried heart, because even existing in her life was enough for him? How could he tell her anything besides what she wanted to hear? She was the sun, the moon, and the stars. He had given her his heart, and would give her anything still.

“Minghao, dance with me.”

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[chilligyu]

the little things

info: mingyu/reader, fluff, pg word ct: 700 | warnings: none, adults being flirty summary: she wasn't expecting much, at first. then she was expecting nothing at all. little did she know that she was in for a huge surprise.

“See ya later, babe!”

Are you kidding me. She asked herself as the door closed behind him. Are you fucking kidding me!

She’d been with Mingyu long enough to be able to predict how he was going to act, five years, to be exact. Four dating, one married. He had always been a big softie, a true gentleman. So, safe to say, she expected her one year anniversary to be nothing shy of the most romantic night of her life. She thought she was going to get whisked off her feet, she expected him to take her breath away, like he did so well.

What did she get instead? Nothing. A big fat nothing. He had just walked through the door, didn’t even take off his shoes, before leaving half a second later. He wasn’t home two minutes before gallivanting off with his best friend. He was going out with Wonwoo to the bar. No “happy one year, babe!”, not even a “I love you so much honey!”, he was just gone. Leaving her alone in the dress she’d picked out special for that night.

“I hate him.” She muttered underneath her breath, pulling off her clothes and storming off to take a shower.

Why she was shocked, she had no idea. Sure, he was a hopeless romantic, the most important person in her life, she loved him to the moon and back, but he had his head in the clouds most days. It probably just slipped his mind, and she couldn’t stop herself from being mad at him for that. She had reserved a table at his favorite restaurant, she shaved her legs, bought some new lingerie, she was ready for the perfect night. Something she was going to have to wait for, evidently.

Stepping out of the bathroom with nothing on but a towel, she almost shrieked from shock. Suddenly, there was music playing, a love song that her husband wrote for her a lifetime ago. Dozens of red roses littered every corner of their small apartment, their scent tickled her sensitive senses. Candles covered every flat surface within sight. And, perhaps the most important fact of all, Kim Mingyu was standing right in front of her.

“What the—” She gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. “What the hell is going on!”

He smirked easily, taking steps towards her. “Don’t tell me that you forgot about our anniversary.”

Her jaw dropped almost instantly. “Are you—are you serious? You forgot about our anniversary! Don’t you dare try pinning this on me!”

“Clearly I didn’t forget.” He continued with that smug look of his. “All these flowers, candles, music, where’s your big romantic gesture?”

“You would’ve seen my big romantic gesture if you hadn’t left like a prick!” She countered immediately, pointing to the clothes she threw off in a huff. “How much do you think those panties cost? I could’ve eaten ice cream for every meal with that money!”

He laughed quietly, shaking his head. “You really thought I forgot? You have zero faith in me.”

Narrowing her eyes at him, her lips creased into a pout. “Says the man who forgot to change his pants and ended up going to a meeting in his pajamas! Pajamas that had a hole in the crotch!”

“Okay, I’m forgetful, yes.” He admitted honestly. “But you’re always on my mind, so how could I possibly forget something so important?”

Despite being upset with him, she felt herself start to blush. “You’re lucky I love you.”

His lips twitched into a smile as he leaned down to kiss her. “I love you, too.”

Before their lips touched, he stopped, leaving her whining quietly. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He shook his head. “I was just thinking—why don’t you dance with me?”

“What?” She questioned, unsure if she heard him correctly. “You want to do what?”

He chuckled, wrapping a hand around her waist. “Dance. I want you to dance with me.”

“I just got out of the shower, I can’t dance!” She protested halfheartedly. “What if my towel falls off?”

Mingyu cast a mischievous look down at her. “Would that be such a bad thing?”

She gaped at him, smacking him lightly. “Kim Mingyu, you are such a pervert!”

“And you’re married to him, Mrs. Kim.” He winked, pulling her in close and kissing her gently. “Happy one year anniversary.”

She didn’t want to give up too easily, but she was done fighting him for the night. “Happy one year, with many more to come.”

“An eternity.” He concurred.

“That’s not possible.” She rolled her eyes.

“You’re no fun.”

“Just shut up and dance with me.”

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