#han seo joon x reader

[whoseafraidofliloleme]

Invisible Chapter 15

Summary: YN YLN has always been third in Class 2-5, right behind Lee Su Ho and Kang Soo Jin but with both of them having left Saebom Highschool, this is her time to shine. That is until Han Seosangnim asks her to tutor Han Seo Jun. A guy who doesn’t even know she existed.

Ship: Han Seo Jun x Female Reader.

Word Count: 2k + words

Sorry, this has been so long but this is the final chapter. Sorry for the wait and I hope the ending is satisfying for everyone.

This has been a journey and I loved writing this story. Thank you to everyone who showed interest in this little story of mine. This was my first written series and it's been the best time writing it. I'm sad it's ended, I probably won't be writing more True Beauty fanfic but I did love writing this very much.

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True Beauty Masterlist.

Chapter 14.

Chapter 15.

Han Seo Jun couldn’t believe he was doing this. He had willingly called a class meeting. He was willingly calling these people he begrudgingly liked to discuss something. The things he did for you.

Then again, there were very few things he wouldn’t do for you. You had told him about the text and meeting Hae Sung. There was no way that Seo Jun was going to let you do this alone. You had the support of everyone in your class not just your best friends.

“So, everyone understands the plan, yes?” Seo Jun said looking at everyone in the class. They all nodded, understanding how important this was for YN and Seo Jun. It was well known how much the class hated Hae Sung and well anything they could do to help get him out of your life permanently they would do.

You were nervous going into school. Seo Jun had come all the way to your house, and you had gone to school together. Mi Soo Unnie gushing about how cute the two of you were the least of your worries at the moment.

Today was the day that you were going to confront Hae Sung. It terrified you to even think about it. But you knew it needed to happen. You couldn’t continue your life with Hae Sung in the shadows. Waiting to be let back in, knowing that he was behind so many rejections. Pulling the strings of your academic life without your knowledge. You wanted answers and you were determined to get them.

Walking into Saebom, your class and Hae Sung’s class did what they had been doing for months now. Helping you to avoid Hae Sung. You appreciated it, you knew you would not be able to handle seeing Hae Sung’s face before you needed to. As you walked into your classroom, you were surrounded by the girls giving you hugs and the boys shouting fighting. Confused you looked at Seo Jun who smirked and winked at you. Causing you to blush, making the whole class coo at how adorable you were.

The day was a slow one. For once you wouldn’t wait for the end of the day. It was the day to get answers from Hae Sung and the way the class was acting they were probably going to be around to help. Which you appreciated, then again you didn’t know how much of your personal laundry you wanted your classmates to know. In retrospect, there was too much your classmates already knew anyway, so did they know everything really matter?

That was an internal debate you could have later. You knew if you asked Seo Jun would scare your classmates into staying quiet and not saying anything about the confrontation. That made you feel bad though. Did that count as using your boyfriend? You didn’t know and for now, didn’t want to worry about it.

The end of the day came, and you were led to an empty classroom by Seo Jun, there you could see Si Woo and Hyun Ji with Jae Yi as well which was a surprise. You looked at him in shock, your mouth must’ve been open that you felt someone gently closing your mouth. You turned to look at Seo Jun and he just nodded his head.

“I would’ve told you, but Seo Jun wanted this to be a surprise Ynnie” Jae Yi told you. You looked at Seo Jun but again he wouldn’t give you an answer. You weren’t above begging Seo Jun to get answers from him but before you could, Cho Rong was heard shouting.

“Guys hurry up with the explanations Hae Sung is on his way” Looking around everyone nodded their head.

“I’m here as a witness and with the proof of what he did, plus Hyun Ji and Si Woo went through all the applications you filled in that were rejected as more proof. Our plan is to hit him with as much evidence as we can.” Jae Yi explained. You nodded your head before looking at Seo Jun and smiling at him.

He looked more nervous than you and that was saying something. To reassure him, you hugged Seo Jun tightly, just knowing he was here for you was reassuring. Seo Jun whispered in your ear, telling you that he was here and all you had to do was look out the door and wink at him. That was the sign for him to come in. Any moment you felt uncomfortable, just wink and he’ll be there.

“Well, isn’t this sweet, I didn’t come here to see you two hugging Han Seo Jun,” Hae Sung said as soon as he walked into the room. He had a smug smirk on his face like he knew this would all work out in his favour. Was he going to get the shock of his life then?

Seo Jun let go of you and gave you a peck on the lips. Then left the room, hitting Hae Sung with his shoulder on the way out of the room. That made you want to laugh but you knew that would just rile Hae Sung up and that was the last thing you wanted to do. So, you did a poor job of hiding your giggling behind a cough.

“So, you’ve kept a lot of things from me Hae Sung and I would like answers” You started strong, you were not going to let your fear of Hae Sung’s angry words get to you. That was not happening. You had a support system and sadly for Hae Sung, none of them was going to let him leave without telling you the truth of why he did what he did.

“I’ve kept nothing from you YN, my best friend. If anything, you’ve been distant. Hell, you told me that you couldn’t stand to be near me a few months ago” Hae Sung replied, looking you up and down. There was something different in the way you held yourself and he hated it. He heard Si Woo and Hyun Ji scoff at his words. He glared at them, but the two brats just smiled at him. Making him angrier. Why were the two of them even here, not to mention Jae Yi was here? Wasn’t he supposed to still be abroad? When did he come back and contact you?

“Kept nothing from me, sure I would’ve believed that last year but not anymore,” you said and then gestured for Jae Yi to start playing the video. You all turned towards the screen at the front of the classroom. Si Woo even offered you some popcorn which made you laugh but you took some anyway.

As the video played, you could see Hae Sung grow pale. His expression from a smug smirk to confusion to shock and then to disbelief at what he was watching. By the time the video ended, he was refusing to look you in the eyes. Looking anywhere in the room but at you. That was new, Hae Sung had never been afraid of confrontation but looks like being faced with the knowledge that you knew what he had done, scared him.

“Oh, that’s not all that I know Hae Sung. Jae Yi’s family were nice enough to have a Private Investigator delve into my whole academic history, to see if you and Kang So Hee had done this before and well you have. Practically my whole academic life has been controlled by the two of you” As you were saying this, Si Woo and Hyun Ji were putting papers up of all the applications that you’d filled out that had been rejected because of his mother Kang So Hee.

“I just want to know why Hae Sung, what was the point of doing all this? what did you achieve from any of this? Were my emotional breakdowns after being rejected multiple times funny to you? Did it amuse you that I was distraught over something that you had done” You cried to Hae Sung, you just wanted answers and if you were close to tears then so be it. Hae Sung is just silent. You want to shake him, anything to get answers from him.

“I had to do it YN. Do you realise how smart you are? All the applications, all these schools wanted you. It was a struggle to convince them to reject you. I hated to see the emotional breakdowns, but it was a price I had to pay. I need you close to me, all those schools, and opportunities would take you away from me and I couldn’t have that. I tried to keep you isolated from all our classmates.”

“That worked until you met Si Woo and Hyun Ji. I got used to those brats, but I couldn’t let you leave me. Jae Yi was an issue too and I had to get rid of him. It didn’t help that the summer you started dating, you had already rejected me and were pulling away. I had to do everything to keep you with me. I can’t handle anything without you and the only way I saw to keep you with me was to stop any and all opportunities you had that would mean you leave me” Hae Sung said and it took a lot out of him to admit all this to you. So much so that he just sat down in a chair.

All four of you are gobsmacked you couldn’t believe what you had heard. All of this just so you wouldn’t leave him. It didn’t make sense, nothing you had just heard made sense. You didn’t know how to react. All the things you had gone through with Hae Sung by your side, was any of it rule or just a way to make sure that you didn’t leave Hae Sung?

“All of this to make sure YN doesn’t leave you and it’s your behaviour that makes her leave you anyway. If I were you, Hae Sung, I’d go cry to your mother Kang So Hee and change schools, cause the minute this gets out, you’ll be hated more than you already are” Si Woo said calmly looking at Hae Sung with fire in his eyes.

“Too late, everyone already knows, part of the class plan was for me to call Seo Jun when Hae Sung starts confessing. No one will miss you Lee Hae Sung” Hyun Ji mentioned, pulling up her phone and nodding her head to Seo Jun who was at the door.

“Man, I knew you were messed up before and oddly territorial of YN while we were dating but this explains so much and it just makes you look so much worse” Jae Yi was disgusted, to think when he was dating YN, he did everything he could to get Hae Sung to approve of him. This guy needed help, but it was doubtful that he would get the help he needs considering his mother was already doing his bidding and covering for him.

“I never want to see you again Lee Hae Sung. Our friendship is done and dusted. Your control of my academic career is done. You’re lucky that I am not handing this stuff over to the police. Literally because of the good times but I am serious that if I see you again, I will hand this over to the police” you say peacefully. It had been long enough that you had stopped talking to Hae Sung. In the last few months, you had gotten used to not having Hae Sung in your life. You looked towards the door and winked at Seo Jun with a big smile on your face.

Seo Jun was confused but still came into the classroom, he was followed by the rest of your class and you couldn’t help but laugh at the way they all fell into the classroom. Seo Jun went to go fight with Hae Sung but seeing him in the chair looking very docile was weird. Seo Jun looked to you.

You smiled and motioned for Seo Jun to come over to you and to Seo Jun’s shock, you grabbed his collar, pulled him down to you and kissed him in front of everyone. You pulled away and laughed at the dazed look on Seo Jun’s face. Your friends were taking pictures claiming this was blackmail material.

“Last year, I wouldn’t have dared to confront you, Lee Hae Sung. If it hadn’t been for tutoring Seo Jun, I wouldn’t have grown closer to my classmates, realised just how toxic you are and literally, you’re the worst person, I don’t know how we didn’t fight before to the point of our friendship ending but my point is that I am better without you. I’m happy with my boyfriend, friends and family. I used to think that we were two idiots in a pod, platonic soulmates. I was wrong, were not soulmates, nothing you’ve ever done has been to help me. It was all to keep me with you and that hurts.”

“However, you did all of that to keep me around when just one honest conversation could’ve solved everything. Instead, you decided to go behind my back and pull the strings. I am happier without you and really, I feel sorry for you Lee Hae Sung. This is my goodbye. Were strangers from now on” After you’ve said this. You take Seo Jun’s hand and walk out of the classroom. You can hear your classmates clapping and whopping at your exit and that makes you laugh.

“So does this mean, I’m out of tutoring today,” Seo Jun asks putting his arm around your shoulders. You shake your head, even after all this time, this boy will do anything to get out of tutoring.

You’d think you would feel bad or upset. You’d just ended a friendship you had since your childhood. That’s not how you felt though. You felt free, you had been seen as Hae Sung’s best friend for so long. Now you were able to be yourself, you didn’t need to worry about how Hae Sung would react to something if there would be an argument if you had to deal with Hae Sung’s disappointment. You never thought that tutoring Han Seo Jun would lead to your freedom from the cage that had been your friendship with Hae Sung.

THE END.

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Most Precious

Requested by anonymous: Hi! Can i request for Joon-Woo Jang like the reader was in coma because of an incident with babel?

Pairings: Jang Han-Seok/Jang Jun-Woo x reader

Word Count: 2011 words

Warnings: none

A/N I assume you watched the whole series, if not you might want to finish it first since there might be spoilers (sorry) :]

His eyes were trained on your figure, listening to the beeping of the heart monitor while watching your chest rise and fall slowly. His anger was clear to anyone if they walked past, rolling off of him in thick waves and that might have been why no one dared to come closer to him. His brother stood not even a meter away from him, trying to hide himself from his elder brother's view as he waited for the inevitable to happen.

It didn't happen, Han-Seok was only silent. It was something very abnormal and only scared Han-Seo even more. But Han-Seok only stormed out of the room and decided to go back to the company, picking his Han-Seo's car and driving off. He went up to 50 km/h, hands tightly gripping the steering wheel.

You were fine this morning, you were still in bed when he left.

He woke up with your arms tightly wrapped around his torso, your face pushed in between his shoulder blades while you breathed softly. His hand quickly found yours, prying it off of him as he rolled out of bed while ignoring the whine you let out.

"Babe?" You asked and he turned around, watching you turn over to try and pull him back. This was, of course, unsuccessful and he couldn't help but smile a bit.

"Do you have to leave already~? It's only-" You paused as you turned your head to look at the clock only to groan loudly. "-It's 5 am... What could you possible have to do that makes you leave me this early in the morning? What is worth so much that you'd leave me without morning cuddles?" You whined loudly and he rolled his eyes at you, falling back again to softly kisses you.

"I have some things to take care off at the company, love." He answered and you whined again, pulling him closer again and laying your head on his chest. He sighed, waiting for awhile as you rested on his chest before he grabbed you and turned over so he was hovering over you. You giggled and pulled his face closer to yours, nose touching before you softly kissed him again before just laying down.

"Be careful out there. No bruises this time!" You said in a scolding tone, referring to the bruises that were already on his body from a previous fight (one he told you about at least). He rolled his eyes again, but agreed anyway before kissing you one last time before leaving the bed.

He pressed harder on the gas pedal, the engine roaring as he went up to 60 km/h. He was never afraid, not even of dying. But watching you in that hospital bed, somehow, he was scared to death. He was afraid, so much that he felt like he was someone else. That fear was quickly replaced by anger. Anger to whoever did this to you and he'd make sure that they'd pay.

He smiled as he watched you scream along to the song on the tv, blissfully unaware of him standing in the doorway until you turned around. You let out a bloodcurdling scream before calming down and looking at the clock on the wall in confusion.

"You're not supposed to be home yet. You still have 3 hours of work." You whined and he scoffed, putting his bag down and brushing his hair back before walking your way. He wrapped his arms around your waist after pausing the show and you pouted as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"You don't want me home then?" "Shut up, you weren't supposed to see that." He just smiled at you and kissed your forehead softly, leaning his head on you afterwards. You hugged him before suddenly pushing him back.

"You smell and not good..." You mumbled and he frowned, smelling his suit and the distinct smell of blood was quick to fill his senses. He sighed, thinking he had drowned out that smell with his deodorant. You came closer to him, opening the jacket to reveal a red stain on his dress shirt and you looked at him in disappointment. He felt annoyed at himself and was quick to follow your usual command to shower, throwing the suit in the trash before showering away the blood. When he was finished, you two cuddled to the couch while watching your show.

He went up to 70 km/h, knuckles already turned white as he saw other cars flash by. He had already past a few red lights and almost drove over a few people, but he didn't care in the least. He was only 10 minutes from the company now.

His eyes watched as you talked to another man, clearly uncomfortable but you were not saying anything. Why? Well, this man was your boss. But he knew this man as well, every secret illegal thing he had done because he had blackmailed said man under Babel, but he didn't know that was him and neither did you.

He walked your way anyway, one arm draping over your shoulders and looking at Dae-Hyun with a fake smile on his face. It didn't look fake of course, he could act well enough at this point to even fool you (not that he would ever do that). The man in front of you was clearly not amused by him joining you, eyes giving a subtle glare in his direction.

"Who might this be?" "Jang Jun-Woo. Lawyer for Babel." The man flinched when he heard the mention of Babel, physically uncomfortable. You were a bit confused by the name change before remembering that he worked under Jun-Woo instead of Han-Seok for some reason, one he never fully explained to you but you didn't really care. The man tried to talk to you a bit more, but he was quick to end the conversation when he saw Han-Seok's glare. You were also quick to hit his abdomen with a hiss and he just smiled at you cutely, taking his arm off of your shoulders.

"You're crazy." You said and he chuckled, standing up again and you grabbed his hand before dragging him outside with you. He let himself get dragged, giving everyone who even gave you a look a harsh glare in return.

He must have been at 80 or 90 km/h, but stopped once the company was fully in sight. He drove right in front of the doors, getting out and storming inside. He saw red, everything else was useless to him until he set eyes on your direct boss, Dae-Hyun.

Said man was happily chatting with others, not at all feeling remorse for endangering you in a task that should've been him. At this point, Han-Seok felt his anger rise again as he marched towards the man. The people around the man saw Han-Seok coming, or in their eyes it would be the sweet and naïve Jun-Woo walking near. Yet it was a look that they had never seen before on his face and it terrified them to the core, clear in the way that they stepped back and away from Dae-Hyun.

Once Han-Seok had reached them, his hand placed itself on the man's shoulder and he pulled him back harshly before landing a punch in his face. The man fell back to the ground and looked up from the ground in shock, ready to yell at the younger before freezing when he saw the look on his face.

"Jun-Woo, what-" "Do you have any idea what your done?!" He didn't contain his anger as he screamed throughout the whole lobby, all heads turned to watch what was happening. They watched as their Jun-Woo, a man who was always nice, started to curse in both English and Korean very loudly while trying to hold himself back from killing Dae-Hyun in public. It could wait, first he'd be fired and replaced before he'd kill him as painfully as possibly. He couldn't help but smile at the thoughts started to shoot through his mind, finding any way to kill the man.

"What happened then?" He asked with an arrogant tone and Han-Seok looked back at the man, who had stood up again with an arrogant look on his face.

"Where were you this morning?" He asked and the man scoffed harshly, replying with an 'at work'.

"At work?" He scoffed, getting closer to Dae-Hyun. "If you were at work, you would've been in the hospital along with your co-workers with burns or chemical wounds." At this the mans face fell while everyone around them grew even more silent.

"How is that my fault?!" Dae-Hyun retorted and Han-Seok sighed, his breath wavering from the anger.

"Had you been there, doing you job of checking everything then the newbie wouldn't have screwed up. If you were there, like you were supposed to, you should've told the newbie what to do so he wouldn't have screwed up!" He sneered and the man flinched back, clearly scared of what was going to happen. Han-Seok grabbed the man's collar, tightening the tie just enough without anyone noticing.

"If she doesn't wake up in an hour, you can pray that I won't find you or your family." He threatened before letting go and storming out of the building again, ready to go back to your side. The car ride back was just as horrible as before, by the end he was driving a full 120 km/h. He stormed back to your room, ignoring others calls before slamming past security and into your room. You were sitting up, Han-Seo sitting next to you while listening to you talk and an investigator taking notes as you explained. Once they realized that Han-Seok stood in the doorway, Han-Seo stood up and dragged the investigator out with him while you just gave Han-Seok a smile. He walked closer, sitting down before giving your body a quick scan until you grabbed his face.

"I am fine, stop it." You said and he stared at you, eyes showing no emotion (something you were used to at this point). You sighed softly, pulling his closer to yourself and he shuffled a bit closer while dragging his chair closer.

"I swear that I'm-" "Did it hurt?" He interrupted you and you paused with a sigh and he looked up again, eyes this time showing a slight anger again.

"Answer me." He said, voice harsh and you couldn't help but flinch. He noticed this and softened his gaze a bit, but you knew he still wanted an answer.

"It hurt at first, I won't lie about that. But it was not his fault." You said and he knew that you meant the newbie that created the accident. He knew this fact, yet he couldn't help but loath the guy anyway. You laid back down, still smiling at him and he felt his anger slowly wash away.

"When can you leave?" He asked and you pointed at the bag that hung above you. "When that is finished, don't you dare tamper with it to go faster." You said and he rolled his eyes before laying down his head on your legs, hands softly massaging them. You returned the favor as you started to run your fingers through his hair, liking how bouncy the waves in his hair were. You preferred his loose hair over the gelled back style that he sometimes did.

You only left 5 hours later after multiple more checkups, but Han-Seok didn't even let you walk as he carried you to the car and then into the apartment. He only set you down when he reached the couch, softly laying you down before covering you with a blanket and sitting next to you. He looked at you before sighing as he saw you stumble asleep, knowing that the medicine you received would make you sleepy.

Once he saw that you were fully asleep, he stood up again and went to put on a different outfit. He had made up his mind as he took a last look at you before he exited the house, getting into his car and driving off while looking at his phone.

There was no way that Dae-Hyun would be alive at the end of the hour.

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[mirajaneswritingshenanigans]

So, This is Love? Part One

Fandom(s): Vincenzo Series

Pairing(s): Jang Han-seo x Paralegal!Reader

Summary: Han-seo seeks help from Vincenzo to take down his brother. In the process of seeking help, he meets you. He wants to be friends but he's not sure that's possible. Eventually he discovers that you bring him comfort and make him feel loved and safe. Slowly he begins to trust you more than those who surround him.

Disclaimer: I do not own any character mentioned or dialogue used in this work. Every character and piece of dialogue belongs to the writers, producers, and directors of Vincenzo. I am simply borrowing them for the piece of art.

A/N: Y/N-Your Name. I decided to address Han-seok as Jun-woo. Mr. And Mrs. Ha-joon are not canon characters, they were made up for this fic. ✨️✨️✨️-When these appear, it's to signify a time skip. The gif used in chapter one was created by me, all other gifs used I will not take credit for. Those rights go to the original creators. I'm testing out a new setup for my creations.

Warning(s): Mentions of abuse, C-PTSD, scene changes, Netflix subtitle translation used, out of character moments?

Word Count: 7,393

Chapter One: Jipuragi Law Firm

The moment Han-seo walked into the Jipuragi Law Firm office he could feel the tension and wariness radiating off of Vincenzo, Mr. Nam, and Ms. Hong. When he dared to look in your direction he was thrown off by your relaxed expression and the way your eyes shone with genuine curiosity. This made his demeanor immediately change from nervousness to standing on guard. He mentally shook himself before speaking. "Well, your office seems lame and awkward. It's nice." He said glancing around the room. This was a welcome change of scenery compared to the offices he'd grown accustomed to. "Why are you here?" Vincenzo stepped away from Mr. Nam and Ms. Hong. His question pulled Han-seo from his thoughts.

"What Mr. Cassano means is, how can we help you?" Vincenzo turned a questioning glance towards you. Your question took Han-seo by surprise. He was so used to being treated indifferently or as if his mere existence was an annoyance or inconvenience to those around him. He had also grown used to everyone treating him like an idiot. The way you spoke to him sounded as if you genuinely wanted to help him. "Oh, right." Han-seo stepped forward and placed a gift bag on the table. "It's nothing much. Just the most expensive and luxurious coffee made from civit's poop." He stated proudly. "What a load of crap." Mr. Nam spoke as he grabbed the gift bag and walked towards the coffee area. "Who is that guy?" Han-seo directed his question at Vincenzo. "That's Mr. Nam, he's one of our paralegals. I'm the other paralegal." You responded, instead of Vincenzo. Han-seo nodded and smiled before taking a seat at the table. Mr. Nam came back to the table with a cup for everyone.

"Why didn't you use the coffee I brought?" Han-seo asked as he inspected his cup. "We don't have a coffee maker." Mr. Nam stated before taking a seat at his desk. "Gosh. Your working conditions here are awful. Why is this so bitter?" Han-seo spoke. You chanced a glance at Mr. Nam and saw him roll his eyes, making you smile. There was never a dull moment in the office. "I never exploit betrayals within family." Vincenzo's voice pulled your attention back to him and Han-seo. “I heard that you asked Mr. Cassano to get rid of your own brother.” Cha-young said. “It would have all worked if he did what I asked. Things have gotten worse because you declined.” Han-seo stated, turning his attention to Vincenzo.

“Didn’t I tell you. I never exploit betrayals within family.” Vincenzo said. “I forgot to tell you this because I was flustered. I’m not trying to betray my own brother. What I want…” Han-seo started “how should I put it? I don’t want people to die anymore.” “Hm” Vincenzo said. “I’m trying to run Babel legally.” Han-seo finished speaking. “I guess you’ve been studying a lot. Your vocabulary has gotten better.” Cha-young stated. Han-seo smirked and nodded. You stayed silent, listening carefully to everyone. “Let me get this straight. You want to run the company properly, after getting rid of your brother?” Vincenzo asked him.

“That’s it.” Han-seo stated as he leaned forward and pointed at Vincenzo. Vincenzo hummed and nodded in understanding. You gave Vincenzo a puzzled look. One that he seemed to have missed or completely ignored. “I really love Babel. I want to run the company the right way.” Han-seo started as he let his hand fall to the table. “I really don’t want people to get killed. I meant that.” You could tell he was being sincere, but it seemed like the others needed to be convinced. “Why don’t you fix it then? Why are you asking us for help?” Cha-young asked him. “That’s because… no matter how much I think about it, you are the only people who can beat him.” Han-seo said as he leaned back in his chair. “I mean, he’s not wrong.” You spoke quietly. Han-seo gave you a puzzled look, but said nothing about the comment you had made.

“I like your intention. But do you deserve the seat?” He turned his attention back to Vincenzo when he spoke. “I’ve been studying how to run a company. I’m reading a lot of books. Humanities and economy. I read everything. I want to read all the time.” Han-seo stated proudly. “Hmm.” Vincenzo quickly glanced at Cha-young and then you before stating “then here’s a quiz.” “A quiz, all of a sudden? Fine. Go ahead. Give me a question.” Han-seo prepared himself. You sat up straighter as things got a little more interesting. “In the Wealth of Nations, Adam Smith says this hand brings order to a market economy? What is it?” Vincenzo asks him. “Polite hand.” Han-seo states confidently. “Ding! Wrong. The invisible hand.” Cha-young corrects him. “As the economy grows, government expenditures in gross national product also increase. Name this law.” Vincenzo stated. You looked from Vincenzo to Han-seo. “Law of the jungle.” His answer made you want to giggle. Instead you tried hard to compose yourself and stay quiet. “Ding! Wrong. Wagner’s law.” Cha-young corrected him, seeming a bit annoyed that he got the answer wrong, yet again. At this point you began to feel sorry for Han-seo. “This is the easiest one.” Vincenzo started. Is it though? You thought silently to yourself. “To improve the company’s competitiveness, you learn something from another company. What is this term that originated from an iron rod? Here’s a hint. Bench…” Vincenzo didn’t get to finish speaking before Han-seo was interrupting. “Bench. Bench. Bench. Bench press. Bench press!!” He said with so much confidence, you found that to be adorable. “Ding! Wrong. Benchmarking.” Cha-young stated.

“Get out.” Vincenzo said as he stood from his chair. “Wait. Hold on. Didn’t I get a single one right?” Han-seo asked as he stood from his seat. You shook your head no when he looked in your direction. Cha-young stood up beside Vincenzo. Vincenzo laughed and then looked to the ground. “How could you get everything wrong?” Cha-young asked him. “The polite hand was correct. No?” Han-seo asked. “If you want our help, go study more. If you want to join us, you must be smart.” Vincenzo stated. “Is this a symposium or what? Why?” Han-seo asked. “Feel free to say no.” Cha-young said. “Get out.” Vincenzo gave a shooing motion towards the exit. Mr. Nam moved from his desk to stand near the door. You stood from your seat giving everyone a puzzled look. Han-seo gave another look in your direction before turning to walk away. “Wait. If I pass your quiz the next time I’m here. You’ll really help me then, right?” Han-seo turned back to face Vincenzo and Cha-young. “Get out.” Vincenzo stated firmly.

“Seriously. You’re so petty. Fine. I’ll leave.” Han-seo stated as he headed towards the door. This time you lightly laughed at his statement. Again Han-seo decided to turn back to them. “What will you quiz me on?” He asked. “Out. Mr. Nam.” Vincenzo commanded, gesturing to Mr. Nam to show Han-seo out. Han-seo finally walked towards the door. Before leaving he asked Mr. Nam “did you know about the polite hand?” “Here are my polite hands.” Mr. Nam said as he opened the law firm’s doors. Han-seo gave him a look before walking through them. Mr. Nam closed the doors once Han-seo stepped a distance away from the doors. “Don’t you think you guys were a bit hard on him?” You asked. Mr. Nam and Cha-young gave you a puzzled look. Vincenzo only shrugged. “Are you really going to help Jang Han-seo?” Cha-young asked as she leaned on the table. Directing her question and attention at Vincenzo. He turned his attention to her and only hummed a response. You weren’t quite sure what that meant, but a part of you hoped that it meant yes. You personally thought Han-seo deserved the help.

Chapter Two: Can We Be Friends?

A week had gone by since Han-seo visited the firm. Mr. Nam, Vincenzo, and Cha-young kept themselves busy trying to sort through all the files that were saved to Guillotine. You helped here and there, even if your mind happened to be elsewhere. You slowly made your way to your favorite cafe, thoughts racing about Han-seo’s well being. You had overheard Mr. Nam explaining to Vincenzo that Jun-woo abused and tortured Han-seo through the years. It broke your heart to hear about that bit of information.

You were so lost in thought that you hadn’t been paying attention to your surroundings. Next thing you knew, you ran into someone, lost your footing, and fell to the ground. “I’m so sorry. I should have been paying attention to where I was going.” You said as you began to stand, brushing yourself off. You hadn’t looked up quite yet, to see who it was you bumped into. “Uh, it’s fine.” You froze when you recognized the voice. Finally looking up, you were greeted by a familiar face. “What are the chances of bumping into you here.” You joked, as you gave Han-seo a once over glance. You furrowed your brows when you noticed Han-seo surveying the area. “Is everything all right?” You asked him quietly. “Only making sure no one followed me. I had to sneak away. I felt suffocated and needed air.” He spoke quietly to you. You nodded in understanding. “Being the Babel Chairman means all eyes are always on you.” You said. He nodded in agreement to your statement. “That explains your relaxed attire. I wouldn’t have recognized you if you hadn’t spoken.” You admitted. He furrowed his brows and looked down at his outfit. “You’re used to seeing me in a suit, just like everyone else. I get it.” He said, with a gentle smile. You were a little shocked by how easy it was to talk to him. You remembered how he had looked at you with weariness a week ago. You began to wonder what changed his behavior.

“Hey, I’m headed out to have lunch, would you like to join me?” You asked. He looked around again. “Is the place you go to well known? Big crowd?” You could hear the nervousness in his tone. “Honestly, no. It’s a family owned cafe. I only know about it because the owners’ are family friends to me. You’ll only know about the place if you’re looking or if a regular customer happens to mention it to you.” You admitted to him. He was silent for a moment as he mulled over his options. “As long as you’re offering an invitation, I’ll accept.” Han-seo said, breaking the silence that fell around the two of you. “Great, follow me.” Without thinking you gently grabbed his wrist and began to lead the way. You stopped when you felt him flinch and tug his wrist from your grasp. “Oh, I’m sorry. I got excited and didn’t think before acting.” You said as you turned your attention to him. Shoving both hands into your pockets and opting to walk beside him. “I’m sorry, it was sudden.” Han-seo spoke softly. Letting his hand fall to his side. You were confused on why he would apologize, because you felt that he didn’t need to apologize.

He felt guilty for the interaction, but he didn’t want to explain his reaction. At least not right now. He was glad that you still wanted to be close to him. He wouldn’t admit it right now, but you’ve been on his mind since he left the law firm last week. A part of him wanted to get to know you. “We’re here.” You announced when you got to the cafe door. Pulling him out of his thoughts. You turned to him and smiled.

“Ready?” You questioned him. He nodded his head in agreement as you opened the door. The atmosphere of the cafe was calm and relaxing. He scanned the cafe from one side to the next. There wasn’t a single familiar face present. A sight he openly welcomed. He watched you as you waved to a woman at the counter. You turned your attention to him. “My favorite booth is open. Best part is you can easily see both exits and it’s away from the windows.” You pointed out to him. He nodded as he followed you. A few minutes after sitting down, the woman from behind the counter walked over to the table. “Hey there, Y/N. I see you brought a friend today.” She gave Han-seo a welcoming smile. “Han-seo, this is Mrs. Ha-joon. Mrs. Ha-joon this is Han-seo, he’s my new friend.” You told her proudly. You missed the way his breath hitched. His mind began racing, thinking suddenly this wasn’t a good idea. Any time he made a friend Jun-woo made sure to drive them away. He also couldn’t remember the last time someone had wanted to be his friend without having an ulterior motive or horrible intentions.

“Here are the menus.” Mrs. Ha-joon’s voice dragged Han-seo back into reality. “Thank you. We’ll need a few moments.” You told her. “I’ll be back.” She said before walking off. “Are you all right?” You softly asked Han-seo. “Uh, yeah. What would you recommend?” He replied, looking down to the menu instead of into your eyes. You didn’t want to push him so you decided to look over the menu as well. “Honestly, everything is great here.” You admitted. “I think I’ll go with today’s special. It sounds great and I love spicy food.” Han-seo said. “Sounds good. I’m going to order my usual.” You told him. Silence fell around the two of you. The only thing that could be heard was the soft music playing over the speakers in the cafe. Han-seo chanced a glance at you.

You were still reading over the menu, even though you knew exactly what you wanted. His heart felt heavy. The one thing he had wanted for a long time was friend who wouldn’t judge him. One who wouldn’t think he’s similar to Jun-woo. He wanted someone to talk to that hadn’t been bought by the Jang family. However, he wasn’t sure that could be you. A part of him wanted so badly to be friends, the other part wanted to fiercely protect you from the dangers of being his friend. “Han-seo, are you sure you’re all right? I can feel you staring at me.” You raised your head up to look at him. “Honestly, a bit scared.” Han-seo looked down to the table as he spoke. He took the chance and decided that he wanted to be honest with you. Before you could say anything Mrs. Ha-joon appeared. “Ready to order?” She asked. “Uh, I’ll have the usual and he would like today’s special.” You told her as you handed your menu to her. You gently took Han-seo’s menu and handed it to her. “Would you like the drink that comes with the special?” Mrs. Ha-joon asked Han-seo. “Yes, please.” Han-seo replied. She smiled at the two of you before walking away to place your orders.

You waited a few moments for her to return with the drinks. After you were sure she wasn’t going to return for awhile, you turned your attention back to Han-seo.“Why are you scared?” You asked him softly. “Because, it’s hard to make friends when you have a brother like mine. People I care for always end up getting hurt. Also, most people who want to be my friend have bad intentions or an ulterior motive.” You could hear the pain in his tone. “I understand. I’m also an adult making the decision that I would like to be your friend. I’m fully aware of what your brother is capable of doing. What his minions are capable of doing. No bad intentions and no ulterior motive.” You stated. Han-seo looked up to meet your eyes. He could tell you were being sincere in your words.

“Do you think they’ll help?” He suddenly asked. You knew exactly who he was talking about. “I’m hoping they will. Your brother is a monster and he does need to be stopped.” You said. “Well, either way, I’ll find a way to solve my problem.” He said. He didn’t feel very confident about it but he decided to say it anyhow.“I believe Vincenzo will help, he just needs a bit more convincing.” You told Han-seo before taking a sip of your drink. The smile on your face and the confidence in your voice threw him off a bit, but he silently welcomed it. A comfortable silence began to fall as the two of you waited for your meals. Han-seo noticed that he was beginning to relax in the slightest bit. He still had his fears and doubts racing through his mind. But he had decided that, just for a fraction of the time, he’d welcome the peace that you somehow brought to him within this cafe. The bell ringing on the door made him jump and look to the exit. It wasn’t anyone he knew or anyone who knew him. Just another customer that Mrs. Ha-joon happily welcomed. “If you’re worried about your brother or his goons showing up, I understand. But, I wanted to tell you his type wouldn’t come here because it’s not fancy enough.” You tried to ease his mind.

Before he could speak a man had come to your table with your meals. “The usual for you.” He said as he put your meal in front of you. “Today’s special for you. Please, enjoy.” The man said as he placed Han-seo’s meal in front of him. He gave the two of you a smile before walking away. “That was Mr. Ha-joon, he’s the chef and Mrs. Ha-joon’s husband. He's also a man of few words, if you get what I mean.” You told him before taking a bite of your food. “I get it. And thank you, for trying to ease my worries.” Han-seo spoke softly. You simply smiled at him. “We’re friends now.” You told him. Instead of saying anything he nodded his head in agreement. In this moment he decided that he would take the risk and become your friend. The two of you ate in a comfortable silence and enjoyed the meal.

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“Thank you, again. For the meal and conversation.” Han-seo said as he began to tidy his side of the table. “No problem. Do you have anywhere you need to be right now?” You asked him. “I should head back to Babel before Jun-woo or the bodyguards grow suspicious.” Han-seo said. As if on cue, his phone began to ring. Your heart clenched at the way his features twisted into a look of fear when he glanced at the caller ID. “I’m sorry, I have to go.” Han-seo said as he stood. Answering his phone a few moments later. You could hear him apologizing and saying he went for a walk, he’s on his way back now. That was all you heard as he walked away and out of the cafe.

“Is everything all right?” Mrs. Ha-joon asked when she walked over to your table. “Yeah, I’ll take the check now.” You replied. She nodded her head before walking back to the counter. A few moments later she returned with the check. Once you paid, you headed back to Jipuragi law firm. Your thoughts filled with Han-seo and hoping that no harm would come to him. Becoming his friend may prove to be difficult, but you felt, it would be worth it.

Chapter Three: Patching Him Up

“Don’t dodge this.” Jun-woo commanded as he readied himself to throw what was in his hand at Han-seo. Han-seo nodded his head “I won’t.” Those were the last words spoken before the object connected with his forehead, creating a small cut above his right eyebrow. Jun-woo gave him a disapproving stare and sighed heavily once Han-seo gained his composure after the object fell to the ground.

Clenching his fists and sighing he said “I’m sorry. I didn’t expect the firefighters to be dispatched.” “Can’t even blow up one building?” Jun-woo leaned on the back of his desk chair as he spoke. “Why? I don’t get it?” He continued on. “It was just about to explode, but the authorities …” Han-seo’s words trailed off. “Right, the authorities.” Jun-woo said as he turned away from him. Clearly unamused and pissed at the current situation. “I’ll think of another reckless way to take care of it.” Han-seo said. “Are you saying I was reckless.” Jun-woo directed his attention back to him. “Yes..” Han-seo started before correcting himself. “I mean, no.”

Relief rushed through him as a knock resonated through the office. “Who is it?” Jun-woo asked. “I have something urgent to report.” Choi Myung-hee announced as she walked into the room. “Hey. Get out.” Jun-woo directed his words at Han-seo. “Yes, sir.” He said before bowing, he grabbed his coat and made his way out of the office.

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Instead of heading to the hospital like any normal person would, Han-seo made his way towards your home. Going to you after facing his brother had become a habit for him, once the two of you became closer. He felt more comfortable getting patched up by you than anyone else. He didn’t even trust the private doctor that had been hired for the Jang family. Like all of the other times, he drove by himself, leaving his driver and body guards at his brother's law office. His head guard told him that he shouldn’t go anywhere alone, but he refused to listen to him. The drive to your house was silent as he thought about what his next move would be. He had high hopes that his next visit to Jipuragi Law Firm would change Vincenzo’s mind.

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The knock at your door made you jump slightly before pausing the movie you were watching. “One moment.” You yelled as you made your way towards your door. Your jaw dropped when you opened it to see blood streaming down Han-seo’s face. “I swear if Vincezo doesn’t help you, I’m going to take Jun-woo down myself.” You moved aside to allow him into your home. “I’d rather you stay far away from him.” Han-seok said. “I hear what you’re saying, but if he keeps this up..” The pleading look Han-seo was giving you made your words trail off. “Take a seat at the breakfast counter, I’ll go grab the first aid kit.” You said before walking off. Han-seo nodded and did as he was told. A few moments later you reappeared and set everything on the counter.

Han-seo sat in the chair silently, watching you carefully. You were currently setting out all of the items you would need to clean and patch his wound. “I’m sorry.” He whispered. You paused and turned your attention to his eyes. “Why? You didn’t do anything wrong.” You spoke softly to him. “I got blood on your carpet.” You followed his gaze and saw a few droplets of blood staining your carpet. "Carpets can be cleaned.” You turned your attention back to the task at hand. You soaked a washcloth with warm water and soap. “Hold still.” You gently commanded as you used one hand to tilt his face upward and the other to clean off the blood. “It may sting a little.” You told him when you got closer to his wound. Han-seo flinched as the washcloth made contact with his wound. “I’m sorry.” You told him gently. You directed your eyes from his wound to make eye contact with him. You were completely unaware of how Han-seo’s posture stiffened when your eyes met. “It’s, uh. Fine. Only stung a bit, like you said.” He said nervously. You gently nodded and turned your attention back to his wound. You still held his chin in your hand as you continued to gently clean his face. Suddenly you let go and moved to rinse the washcloth. When you repeated your actions to get Han-seo to stay still, this time he didn’t flinch when washcloth touched his wound. You smiled at him as you gently let his chin go and set the cloth down.

“Next, are the adhesive strips. When this heals you might have a tiny scar.” You said as you turned back to the counter to grab the strips. Han-seo didn’t say anything, instead he sat silently waiting for your next move. Again you gently raised his face upwards, this time you didn’t leave your hand on his chin. You missed the look of disappointment that flashed in his eyes as you focused on placing the strips on his wound. Making sure they were sticky enough and spaced properly.

“One day, your brother will get what he rightfully deserves.” You stated before stepping away from Han-seo. You nodded your head in satisfaction as you did a once over glance of his wound. “All finished. You’re lucky that I have training in first aid.” You said softly. “Thank you.” Han-seo told you. “Han-seo, why do you always come to me after facing him? I honestly don’t mind, I’m just curious is all.” You asked as he began to help you clean up. “It’s because you’re always so gentle. And because you don’t give me the same looks everyone else around me does.” Han-seo said.

You smiled at him. After he handed you the first aid kit he went to sit back down. You walked off to put everything away. A few moments later you came back to the kitchen. You silently moved around the kitchen, preparing to make tea.

“Why do you always help without a second thought?” Han-seo suddenly asked. You stopped in your tracks and glanced up at him. He had his hands clasped together and resting on the counter, staring at them intently. Trying his hardest not to meet your gaze at the moment. “Han-seo” You slowly walked to where you were standing in front of him. The counter being the only object separating the two of you. You rested both hands on the counter. “I’m always willing to help you without a second thought, because you’re my friend and I truly do care for you. I’ll remind you that I have no ulterior motives. I understand that may be difficult to process.” Your voice was gentle as you spoke. “You mean it?” Han-seo looked up from his hands to meet your gaze. “Of course. If I have to, I’ll remind you every time your doubts get too loud.” You moved around the counter to stand closer to Han-seo and gently set a hand on his shoulder. “Han-seo, you may not believe me when I say this. But to me, you’re not a nobody, you’re a somebody. You are worthy and you are loved. Don’t believe anyone who says otherwise. Especially if it's your brother. He’s a monster.” You wanted to say more but couldn’t as Han-seo stood up and began to hug you tightly.

“Thank you.” Han-seo spoke softly. You wrapped your arms around him to hug him back. “No problem.” You spoke just as softly. Han-seo let go after a few moments and pulled away. You slowly reached up to his face and gently wiped away the tears that fell. “It’s going to be okay, eventually.” You said. He smiled as he leaned into your touch more. For Han-seo, this moment meant a lot more to him than you were aware of. He had always been used to hands that meant him harm. Always used to being used. In this moment he felt human, he felt safe, and most importantly, he actually felt loved. The whistle from the kettle interrupted this moment. You smiled at him before walking away to tend to the kettle.

You pulled tea cups from your cupboard. Han-seo sat back in his chair, fondly watching every move you made. You set down the cups, one in front of him, the other in front of the seat next to him. You walked back to the stove to grab the tea kettle and the packets of tea that sat next to the stove on the counter. As Han-seo watched your movements, it was in that moment that he realized, this is the type of life he wished he had. A life where someone would care for him the way he so desperately needed. Someone he would care for just as much.

In the end Han-seo ended up staying the night at your place, not caring about the consequences he may face for it. He had decided that tomorrow he would go to Jipuragi Law Firm and confess what he had done.

Chapter Four: Han-seo's "Battle" Scar

You woke up to Han-seo gently shaking your shoulder. “I’m sorry to wake you, I just wanted to tell you that I’ll be going now. But you’ll see me later.” He whispered to you. “All right.” You groggily replied to him. He smiled softly at you before leaving your home. Instead of waking up right away, you decided to sleep a little bit longer. Not ready to face the day just yet.

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When you had finally gotten up and dressed for the day, you headed for the law firm. When you walked into the room, the atmosphere felt heavy. You hadn’t been told what had happened yet. “Everything in this building could’ve turned to ashes.” Mr. Nam said, giving you an idea of what was going. “I wonder who reported it, though.” Cha-young said. As if on cue, Han-seo walked through the door in the most ridiculous outfit you’ve ever seen him in. He strolled in and took a seat in the chair beside Vincenzo. Everyone in the room giving him a puzzled looked.

“Sir, I’d like some luwak coffee today.” He told Mr. Nam. You raised a brow at his attitude, wondering what exactly you missed. “It was such a hassle to brew it, so I sold it online.” Mr. Nam stated flatly. “Why would you? Don’t you know how rare it is?" Han-seo asked. “What’s with your clothes? It’s as if you live in the ‘80s Koreatown.” Cha-young asked. “I was just about to ask what’s up with this attire.” You blurted out. Han-seo smiled as he took off his tinted glasses. “I disguised myself in case someone recognized me on the way here.” Cha-young, Vincenzo, and Mr. Nam gave each other a look. You silently watched the whole exchange.

You were about to slap Han-seo’s hand when he began to press on his wound. Han-seo hummed in pain to get everyone’s attention. “What? Oh, this. I actually came here to tell you guys about this.” You rolled your eyes at his antics. “Let me tell you. This is a battle scar that I got for saving your lives.” He said while pointing at his wound. You raised a brow at him. Cha-young finally sat down in a chair at the table. “What do you mean?” “Yesterday, when this building was about to blow up. Who do you think reported it?” His words cleared your confusion about what Mr. Nam was referring to moments ago. He stood from the table as he continued to speak. “You see, my brother ordered me to blow up this building. And I made him think I was going to do so. Then I called the authorities at the right time. It really was dangerous.” He looked so proud of himself as he told everyone what happened. You couldn’t help but smile along with him.

“Are we supposed to thank you or something?” Cha-young asked him. “Of course, you should. You could’ve been buried alive, but I saved all of you.” Han-seo responded. “Thank you.” Mr. Nam stated flatly. Cha-young saying thank you in the same tone. Vincenzo stood up from his chair and walked away to the shelves that held different files on them. Han-seo followed him because he wanted to speak to him. You were curious so you stood up to stand closer to them. “My borther and Wusang know that there’s gold and the Guillotine file here. You know that, right?” Han-seo told Vincenzo. “That’s probably why he wanted to blow this place up.” Vincenzo responded. “He won’t stop here. He could even launch a missile.” “Oh my god. Nuclear launch detected.” Mr. Nam said, making Han-seo turn to stare at him with a surprised look on his face. “Don’t you think this is enough for you to do me that favor? I’ve done enough haven’t I?” Han-seo turned his attention back to Vincenzo as he spoke. Vincenzo looked up from the file he was flipping through. “Fine. I’ll do it. We’ll discuss details later.” Han-seo held a pinky out to Vincenzo with a smile on his face.

Vincenzo only smiled before throwing the file he held into Han-seo’s hands. “Organize them in alphabetical order.” Vincenzo told him. “Alphabetical?” Han-seo said looking down at the file he held. “Second from the top.” Mr. Nam announced. Han-seo turned to him with a smile and a nod before setting the file he held on the shelf.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you what happned last night.” Han-seo turned to you as he spoke. You were currently leaning up against the copying machine that sat next to the shelves. “Oh, uh, it’s fine.” You replied to him. “Hold up, did we miss something?” Cha-young asked as she leaned forward on the table. You weren’t sure why, but your face began to heat up from the look she was giving you. “Who do you think patched me up?” Han-seo pointed to his wound as he spoke. “A doctor at the Emergency Room ” Mr. Nam answered. At this moment you were currently looking at the ground. You missed the way Han-seo smiled as he shook his head no to Mr. Nam’s statement. “Well, then. Who?” Cha-young asked. Instead of speaking, Han-seo happily pointed to you. Cha-young’s jaw dropped. Mr. Nam and Vincenzo raised a brow at his action. “Since when are the two of you that close?” Mr. Nam asked curiously.

“Since, some time after the day we had lunch together.” Han-seo turned to you as he spoke. You finally looked up from the floor to see him with a wide grin on his face. “I think, it’s been about a month or so since then.” You admitted. He nodded his head in agreement. “Huh.” You turned to see Vincenzo smirking at the two of you. You shook your head at them and turned to the shelves. Showing Han-seo where each file should be stored. Silence had fallen when you began to organize with Han-seo. Everyone decided to do their own thing, leaving the two of you in your own world for now. Vincenzo happened to steal a glance of the two of you working together. His sharp eye caught the way Han-seo would fondly glance at you when you weren't looking. Vincenzo could see what was happening, instead of saying anything he thought it best to stay silent and let it happen on it's own.

When the two of you had finished the task Han-seo headed home for the day. Cha-young was sitting at her desk. Vincenzo was at his desk. You moved to sit at the table. Not sure of what to do now. “Mr. Cassano, where are you going?” Mr. Nam asked. You looked up to see Vincenzo walking out of the office. You turned to see Cha-young shaking her head no as Mr. Nam looked in her direction. You’d be lying if you had said you weren’t curious. The three of you went back to doing your own things for a bit. Up until it was time to go home.

Chapter Five: Jun-woo's Sinister Announcement

Han-seo was stuck being in the presence of his brother. “Make sure to make me feel ecstatic tonight. I’m looking forward to it.” Jun-woo announced to his phone. “Yes, sir. I promise to bring you good news.” Myung-hee said over the speaker of his phone. “Okay.” He said as he hung up. At that moment Han-seo stepped into the room with a tray in his hands. On the tray sat a glass of water and a bottle of vitamins. “You seem to be in a great mood. Did you go somewhere nice?” “That’s none of your business. What’s this?” “Oh, this? You don’t look too great these days. Your ears look humongous as well. This is for your health.” “After all you’ve done? Also, my ears were always huge.” “Really?” Jun-woo began to pour the vitamins into his hand. “Wait. One pill is enough.” Jun-woo gave him a look before dumping all but one vitamin back into the bottle and downing the glass of water.

“Are you really not going to tell me where you’ve been?” Han-seo asked his brother. Jun-woo had set the glass down and began to walk away. Instead of giving a clear answer he huffed and shook his head no. It was clear to Han-seo that something was up, but god forbid if his brother was ever honest with him. He glanced around the room, wondering where and what Jun-woo was up to. He moved to the table and lifted the jacket, sniffing it as if that would give him a clue. “Damn it. You could’ve told me in return for the supplements.” He spoke aloud to himself. Not knowing what dark scheme his brother had done was beginning to weigh heavily on his mind as he walked out of Jun-woo's room.

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“All right. Let’s drink ourselves to death tonight.” Jun-woo said as he raised his glass. “Why are you in such a great mood today?” Han-seo asked curiously. “Because I killed Vincenzo’s mother.” He proudly responded. Han-seo’s heart sank at his brother's confession. Seung-hyeok was stunned by what was just spoken. “The one he was finally reunited with after 30 years?!” Han-seo couldn’t believe how proud his brother looked. He also couldn’t fathom why he would be happy about something so sinister.

“What?!” He blurted out. “He must be devastated, right?” Jun-woo had a sinister look of pride taking over his features as he spoke. “Were you aware of this?” Seung-hyeok asked. Myung-hee said nothing and sipped on her drink. Han-seo was stunned into silence, but he knew the question wasn’t directed at him. Or at least he had hoped that it wasn’t. “What’s wrong? Are you scared that I killed his mom?” Jun-woo asked in a mocking tone. “No, sir. I’m just worried it might worsen the current situation.” Seung-hyeok replied nervously. “I feel the same way. No good can come out of provoking him.” Han-seo admitted. He tried to keep his voice calm and steady. The last thing he wanted was for his brother to see and hear just how terrified he was currently feeling.

Jun-woo said nothing as he swirled his drink around, with a look of ‘oh really?’ gracing his features. “Since you joined hands, you must share the same feelings too.” Myung-hee said. “Joined hands? What are you trying to say?” Seung-hyeok asked. “Hey, Ms. Choi. How dare you talk so impudently?” Han-seo stood up from where he sat, facing Myung-hee. “I’m not being impudent. I’m just stating a fact.” Han-seo sighed heavily before turning to his brother. “That’s not true. He was just lending me a hand because I lacked so much.” “You’ve been meeting each other a bit too often for “just lending a hand”.” Myung-hee stated. “Damn it.” Han-seo turned his attention to her. “What? Have you been watching me?” Seung-hyeok stood up in a defensive manner. “Wait. Then me too. How can you keep tabs on your allies?” Han-seo asked. “It’s because you weren’t acting like allies. That’s why we did it.” She looked up to Han-seo with a blank stare. “Hey! Who do you think you’re talking to? Show some resepct.” Han-seo raised his voice at her.

Both Myung-hee and Jun-woo gave him a wicked smile instead of saying anything. Han-seo felt sick to his stomach at the events that were playing before him. Nothing could have prepared him for what had happened tonight. He knew that nothing good would come of this. “Hey. You must be out of your mind because of my brother when you’re a mere lawyer.” He directed his words at Myung-hee. Setting her glass down, she stood up. “Maybe. But I can still see through your lousy plan to betray the chairman.” Han-seo’s heart sank. “Ms. Choi!” Seung-hyeok yelled. “Watch what you say! He’s still our client nonetheless!” He pointed to Han-seo as he yelled.

Jun-woo sat quietly in his chair watching everything unfold before him. Silently enjoying the way everyone seemed to be at each other’s throats. Myung-hee moved from where she was standing to stand directly in front of Seung-hyeok. “Seung-hyeok, you of all people should have been more careful. How dare you betray the chairman’s trust?” “What did I do? How could you frame me like this?” “Frame my ass. You should’ve known better. How could you?” In frustration Seung-hyeok yanked his glasses off his face, running a hand down his features. “Do I look like a pawn now that you’ve gained some wealth and power? If it wasn’t for me, you’d still be Mr. Seo’s gopher back at the Namdongbu Office!” “Gopher”? “That’s right.” Myung-hee began to asssault him. “Do you want to die? I’m your senior! Show some respect!” Seung-hyeok fell to his knees turning his attention to Jun-woo. “Sir, I don’t know what she told you, but it isn’t true…”

Everyone turned their attention to the other side of the room when Myung-hee suddenly screamed. A man covered in blood asking for help had suddenly entered. What happened next shocked and terrified Han-seo. The man was shot in the head. As his body fell to the floor Vincenzo stood facing them with a gun. Vincenzo slowly walked forward pointing his weapon directly at Jun-woo. Ignoring Myung-hee and the way she was shaking with her hands in the air. The man’s blood covering and dripping from her face. Vincenzo had one goal and ignored everything else around him.

Jun-woo was barely phased by his actions. Suddenly, Vincenzo pointed his gun at Myung-hee making her duck for cover. Then he pointed it at Seung-hyeok and Han-seo, startling the both of them. Then pointing back at Jun-woo. He smirked but said nothing as he watched Vincenzo. Vincenzo began to point his gun at Myung-hee again, as he took several steps forward. Suddenly he aimed and shot around the room a few times.

“Killing my mother wasn’t just evil. It was utterly foolish. I knew that you killed countless people and even tried to kill me. But do you know why I didn’t kill you? Because it was a hassle.” Vincenzo said. Jun-woo looked up from where he was cowering to stare at him. He began to walk closer to Jun-woo. “I had a job to do. So if I’d killed you, it would’ve inconvenienced me a lot. Killing these small flies, wouldn’t though.” Vicnenzo said as he took a seat on one of the couches. “Anyway. You have to die now.” “No. Please.” Han-seo begged. “Why? No.” Seung-hyeok pleaded. Jun-woo looked to Vincenzo in anger and annoyance. “Don’t be scared. It won’t be today. You see, I’ve got a principle. “A painless death is a blessing”." Vicnenzo stated. “I will give you two things. A humiliation worse than death, and a slow death where you’ll experience it every step of the way.” Vincenzo glanced at Jun-woo for a moment then looked away. “You can take care of that garbage. And don’t even think about pinning it on me. If you do, people will find out who put him up to it.” He stood up and turned to leave. A moment later he turned back around and walked towards Jun-woo. Making Jun-woo back up against the chair he was near. “I should give you a preview.” He said as he pointed his gun at Jun-woo. Without even flinching Vincenzo aimed at his ear and pulled the trigger.

Jun-woo flinched and grabbed for his ear. Afterwards Vincenzo walked out as if nothing had happened. Everyone had rushed to Jun-woo's side. Panicking about what should be done. Eventually the authorities were called and he was taken to the hospital to have his ear taken care of.

Part Two

#Vincenzo Series #vincenzo #jang han seo x reader #jang han seo x paralegal!reader #so this is love part one #so this is love fanfic #x reader

[autumn-hiraeth]

Warnings: fluff

A/N: English isn't my first language sorry If I made any mistake. It's me again

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she? No way

- Why are you staring me? - Your voice made Seojun come back to reality, he cleared his throat flushed at having been caught looking at you.

- I wasn't staring you (y / n) - he lied horribly making you laugh, his heart racing when he heard you.

Oh no

- What are you reading? - He changed the subject, pointing awkwardly at the book you were holding in your hands

- studying before the exam, shouldn't you do the same? - you interrogated approaching him

- we have exam? - You laughed again, Han Seojun was too adorable, you surmised before making a sign with your hand

- Oh come here, we can study together - Seojun's smile adorned his face when he heard you, and without wasting time he sat next to you on the bench, now ypu two were too close. Enough so that their hands and shoulders brushed against each other.

Seojun couldn't even focus on studying because he was so busy thinking about you.

Oh, he had definitely fallen in love with you.

#true beauty imagine #true beauty seojun #true beauty #han seojun #han seo jun #han seo joon imagine #han seo joon #han seo deserved better #han seojun x reader #han seojun x you #han seo joon x you #han seo joon x reader #han seojun imagine

[justanotherwriter243]

Carnation (prt2) - Han Seojun X Reader

A/N: hi :] thank u for waiting for me. once again, this piece is from the kdrama “True Beauty”, as well as a continuation of the first part (linked below). Feel free to message me if u have a question, if u’d like to kno more about the story, or just wanna talk :D. mwah

Summary: You and Seojun reunite at school. 

Disclaimer: i’m using the names from webtoon but im following the kdrama timeline. im not caught up w the webtoon. i’m not fluent in hangul. no use of y/n. gn reader.

Warnings: spoilers for ep.8 thru the rest of the season essentially, read at ur own discretion. swearing, mutual pining, right person/wrong time, bad flower knowledge. mentions of suho/jugyeong.

Word count: 10k

prt 1 <- prt 2 -> epilogue

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Time had passed since that weekend in the snow.

Though, your voice still echoes in Seojun’s mind.

Seojun hadn’t expected to see you so soon after your last encounter, and in his homeroom nevertheless. You, in the Saebom High uniform. Blazer unbuttoned and sweater vest neatly tucked into your bottoms. With one backpack strap on as you walked through the door, walking across the large windows, sun casting its rays onto you. You, who sat two seats in front of Suho and smiled widely as you greeted your friends. Eyes sparkling as you told them about your weekend. His breath had practically been taken from him.

Seojun came to the realization then that he didn’t pay much attention to the people he attended school with. He regretted it. Reminiscent of all the time he had wasted not getting to know you. Seojun had promised himself he wouldn’t let you be just another classmate he never truly got acquainted with. Up until recently, he had meant that completely platonically. As platonic as sneaking glances in between classes in the hallway could be.

That was until the class’ trip to the countryside. Wherein he decided he has to let Jugyeong go, gathering the kiss she and Suho shared on the trip. He knew where he stood with her and his feelings. Seojun had decided it was for the better. Besides, it had led him to discover his blossoming feelings for you. Perhaps it was the way you cheered for him when he went up to sing for their class on stage. Or the way you offered your sour flavored gummies to him on the bus.

Back then, as everyone was boarding the bus, you had noticed the gloomy look on his face. He ended up sitting next to Jugyeong, but the look remained etched onto his face. You figured if he was going to frown at something, you’d rather it be from a bittersweet candy on his tongue than a girl whose bad mood reflected his own. Maybe they had fought, maybe they were just tired. But as you leaned over the middle of the bus, holding onto the seat in front of you for support, and stretched your arm to tap on Seojun’s shoulder--you couldn’t deny the satisfaction of getting the skin in between his brows to relax, even if only for a minute.

In the time that had passed, both of you remained friendly. Eyes meeting in class and softening slightly. Low murmurs deep enough to rumble in one's chest in passing ‘hello’s’’. You did occasionally feel guilty, though. Rumors had spread about Jugyeong and Seojun being in a secret relationship. You, not understanding the circumstances, in turn, tended to not read too much into your interactions with the boy. He was just being nice, you figured. It was better this way.

Seojun, on the other hand, had been under the impression that you and Seung-joon had been dating. The number of times the two of you had been spotted together was increasing. As well as the amount of teasing from your friends.

In reality, you hadn’t made much progress with Seung-joon. That first weekend that you had met up with Seung-joon hadn’t exactly gone to plan. By the time you had found Seung-joon, it was hardly snowing anymore. More of a light drizzle than anything. Yet, the two of you sat on a cold bench anyway. Watching the dark clouds drift off and the sun appear once more. In school, he was often busy playing on the basketball team, and you were busy with the school choir. Since your schedules never overlapped, you only saw him outside of school. You frequently found yourself going to Seung-joon when you truly wanted to be with Seojun. Which only piled onto the guilt you felt.

Now, Seojun and you sat in class. Both actively resisting the urge to make your way to one another. Sitting patiently in your assigned seats as you waited for class to begin.

“Don’t look now, but Seojun is totally checking you out,”

Your head turns without a thought. In the corner of the classroom sits Seojun, one leg hanging over the other. His arms are splayed lazily on his desk, and his eyes are glued to you. A blush brushes his cheeks when your eyes meet. And yet, he doesn’t turn away.

You’re not blind to his staring. Honestly, it’s hard to be. You just question when his eyes wandered away from Jugyeong and found their way to you. Your friend pinches your thigh.

“I said don’t look,” your friend scolds you.

“Am I not allowed to glance around the classroom?” You tilt your head playfully, giving her a snarky response.

“Not when Seojun is looking at you like that,” she’s just as snippy.

“Like what? He’s just being friendly,” you shrug.

“No way,” she’s leaning forward now, voice close to a whisper, “he’s totally into you!”

You roll your eyes. Annoyed at the way your heart skips a beat at the thought. You take a peek at the back of the classroom once more, and find his eyes are still on you. You offer him a smile and his lips quirk in an awkward smile. He quickly offers a poise bow of his head and fixes his eyes elsewhere immediately afterward.

When you turn back to your friend she has a wide smirk on her face. You glare in return.

“Do you think that because you have a boyfriend now more guys will approach you?” She teases you but you don’t find the humor in it.

“Who said I had a boyfriend?” the way your voice drops tells her it's serious.

The smirk begins to fade from her face. She opens her mouth to say something but quickly closes it when she can’t find the words. She glances off to the large window to your left, searching for answers in the clouds. The gears turn in your head.

Before you can reach a proper conclusion, Mr. Han walks through the door and is starting class. Your friend jerks her body towards the front of the classroom, successfully saving herself. Your teacher begins class by saying good morning. You can make Seojun’s voice out through the chorus of monotone students. The usual conversation starts up within the class. Students don’t want to study, Mr. Han makes an agonizing attempt to cheer everyone up, and everyone cringes at the corniness.

Unsatisfied with your classmate, you lean forward and whisper as loudly as you can without getting caught. Letting her know that you are not done with the conversation.

“Did Seung-joon say something?” you ask her and her head slowly turns back to you.

Her face is distressed as she wonders if it’s the right idea to say something. Mr. Han is going on about choosing students to assign the weekly cleaning to. Everyone avoids his eyes.

“Well,” she finally speaks out, “I just heard around that you two went out,”

“Heard from who?” You’re stubborn and she’s lavishly regretting bringing up the topic.

“Just some upperclassmen,” she shrugs it off, “I’m sure the whole class heard about it, it’s not a big deal or anything--”

“Seojun,” Mr. Han’s voice echoes through the classroom. It lulls your conversation.

Seojun, whose eyes had previously been glued to your frame, is surprised when Mr. Han is singling him out. Eyes wide and searching the board for some sort of clue as to why he was being addressed in front of the entire classroom. Mr. Han is staring at him expectedly. When he doesn’t answer, the rest of his classmates’ heads start to turn.

Yours included. Wondering how Mr. Han had voiced your thoughts.

Seojun, you wondered. Had he heard the rumor, too? Did he think you and Seung-joon were dating? Did he know Seun-joon was the one you were meeting that day? Did he suspect he ruined that date?

You turn your head to view him, waiting for him to answer Mr. Han. He’s panicking, though, and you can tell he wasn’t listening to the discussion either. Your eyes meet once more and he stumbles over his words.

“What was the question?” His eyes are blinking in confusion.

A few students chuckle at his puzzlement. A sigh is heard from Mr. Han.

“You’ve got cleaning duty today, do you have a problem with that?”

Once Seojun processes the question, his instincts take over. He cooly tilts his head and winces.

“Ah, I do,” he lies, “Cram school, unfortunately,”

Seojun didn’t go to cram school. He did, however, have to pick up some medicine for his mom to help with the recovery of her most recent surgery. Unluckily for him, the pharmacy is an unyielding 20-minute walk in the opposite direction of his home. It’s times like these Seojun regrets giving up his motorcycle.

“That’s alright. Studying is important, after all,” Mr. Han wearisomely nods his head at the excuse, “we’ve got a quiz coming up,”

The class groans at the words. Their morning is burdened with the reminder of yet another grueling quiz that’ll only deter them further from pursuing higher education. And, though Mr. Han has accepted the excuse, he’s giving Seojun a warning look.

Briefly, you wonder if this has happened more than once. Wonder if while you’ve been distracted by Seojun’s drama and dating rumors, you’ve completely missed him dodging every academic duty that’s been thrown his way. Irritation blooms in your chest at the thought, and you realize you’ve never once seen Seojun get cleaning duty. His leave of absence suddenly makes you think.

“Any volunteers to take Seojun’s place?”

While Mr. Han is distracted again, you address your friend once more, needing more information.

“What did you hear about Seung-joon and me?”

She’s disappointed at the way you haven’t dropped the subject yet but knows now more than ever you won’t stand down. Hesitatingly, she tells you what she knows.

“Students were saying that Seung-joon was going to ask to be your boyfriend, but judging by your reaction I’m guessing he . . . “ the words die off.

You shake your head at your friend. Sure, the two of you hung out, but neither of you had taken it to the next step. Seojun had prevented you from doing so, and you’re sure Seung-joon noticed your hesitancy. Leaving you on a plateau of confusing, mixed-up emotions.

Mr. Han’s attention goes to your side of the classroom. Obviously taking note of your chatter.

“Suho, take Seojun’s place, will you?”

Suho, sitting a couple seats behind you, politely nods. Everyone else in your section lets out a sigh of relief having not heard their own names, you included.

“And one more student,” Mr. Han pretends to think before your name flies out of his mouth, “You two should be fine, yes?”

You don’t have time to react because another voice cuts through the classroom.

“No!” Seojun rises from his seat, chair squeaking as he does so. The class turns to him at the sudden outburst. The panic is evident on Seojun’s face as he searches for a way to fix his mistake.

“ . . . way,” he finally says, “No way, today is Monday,” He feigns surprise. Eyebrows rising and eyes nervously blinking.

“Thank you, Seojun, you may take your seat now,” Mr. Han says.

“It’s Monday, and I just remembered that I don’t have cram school on Mondays,” Seojun finally reaches a conclusion, sitting down awkwardly.

“What kind of cram school doesn’t start on Mondays?” Hyunkyu, the bowl-cut-haired man, challenges him. Seojun resists the urge to get back up and smack him hard enough to knock off his glasses.

“Which means, I can totally stay after school today to clean up,” he gestures towards you, “We both can,”

The pharmacy doesn’t close until 7 anyway, and the dusk sky looks prettier after he’s spent his day staring at you.

Mr. Han scratches the back of his neck, “Alright, Seojun and--”

“Mr. Han,” you squeak out, one hand raised slightly in an attempt to remain polite, “I hate to do this, I really do, but I’ve actually got choir practice today--”

Mr. Han cuts you off with a sigh, hands covering his face in exaggeration. Remembering the predicament you’ve told him about before. The class stills in fear that he’ll have an outburst. The silence is louder than ever as Mr. Han stays hidden behind his hands.

“Sorry,” you manage.

His hands drop and he shakes his head, “I should’ve done a better job at knowing your guys’ schedules. I am your homeroom teacher, am I not?” Nobody responds.

“Suho and Seojun will have cleaning duty today, that’s final,”

----

Suho is nowhere to be seen. It’s not too long after dismissal now, most students heading home or chatting with classmates as they walk the same way. And Seojun ends up in his homeroom classroom by himself.

Seojun thinks maybe Suho is avoiding him. Perhaps he finally got the courage to disobey Mr. Han, and decided not to show. Hell, Suho is probably with Jugyeong at the moment, spending time together behind closed doors. A more commonly occurring thing now that the two were secretly seeing each other. This left Seojun alone, standing in the back of the classroom, shoving dusty science textbooks into an equally unkempt bookshelf.

Time moves far too slow for his liking and the endless list of tasks seemingly gets longer. The ticking of the clock makes his frustration rise. As the long hand ticks 15 marks forward, Seojun has to face the reality that Suho isn’t showing up any time soon, and he’ll most likely end up cleaning the entire classroom on his own. At this rate, he could probably make it to the pharmacy before it closes, but he’d get home not too long after the sun lays to sleep for the day. He grumbles at the thought.

Seojun’s strategy to combat said thought is simple. It goes like this; Stack as many of the same books together as he can, grab them all at once, and slide them into the corresponding shelf as quickly as he can. This is the most efficient way, he decides. He makes a show of squatting as he grabs a new pile.

“Need some help with that?” You stand at the back doorway of the classroom. Your hand is gripping one strap of your backpack, a habit Seojun now picked up on with how often he looked for you when you’d walk to your seat. Which he had memorized the day he first noticed you, making note of your friendliness towards your classmates. Smiles across the board when you’d greet them all. Even Suho sparing you a nod. It made Seojun’s insides itch.

Your voice startles Seojun. It makes him turn too fast, causing his grip to loosen mid-transfer. He’s nearly dropping the textbooks. You’re quick to rush to him, though. Your feet glide across the floor and your hands fly up to stabilize the texts. You reach him just in time.

The position is awkward, though. The mound of books is tilted. Corners of books stick out uncomfortably and are on the verge of slipping out of the stack. Seojun’s hands desperately hold onto the books. Your hands are adjacent to his. Clutching where you can so you don’t drop anything, elbows stretched as you try to cover more room.

In the heat of the moment, your body has pressed itself as close as it can to the books. The rough corners press into your skin anywhere it sees fit. The same goes for Seojun. The only thing that separates you two is a cluster of An Introduction to Calculus. You knew there was a reason you disliked calculus so much.

Seojun’s pupils are blown wide and his mouth is parted. You can’t help but stare at the hair that reaches the back of his neck. It’s almost nostalgic being this close to him again. Memories of the cold that brushed your skin that afternoon, what felt like eons ago. Fingers tight and shaking to grip him closer.

He catches you staring and embarrassment floods your veins. You pull away, forgetting the mess you’re tangled in. This results in the books slipping out of place.

Seojun’s eyes widen almost comically. You realize your mistake and attempt to catch what you still can. Both you and Seojun lean down at the same time in an attempt to catch them, knocking heads in the process. You both recoil and your efforts are to no avail. The math textbooks hit the floor with loud thuds.

Maybe nostalgia is just that. Feelings of reminiscence to bring back the hammering of your heart that serve you no true purpose. You rub your forehead in defeat and avoid his eyes.

“Sorry,” you say, swallowing, “I didn’t mean to startle you,”

“It’s okay,” His own hand is rubbing at his forehead,

“What are you doing here?”

His directness catches you off guard. This was not the same Seojun that had blushed when you caught him staring this morning.

“I told Suho I would come,” And here Seojun thought Suho had finally gained some guts, “But then I got caught up in convincing my choir club to let me leave early. They all thought I was meeting with Seung-joon,”

At the mention of him, Seojun visibly deflates.

“--But I told them you were waiting for me,” you finally look at him, “And they finally let me leave,”

Seojun tries to not let your words affect him so much. He nods as he processes your words.

“I felt bad for leaving you stuck with Suho. Not that I don’t like Suho, or--or that you don’t like Suho. You two just don’t--” you stop yourself, “I just didn’t think it was fair for me not to do my part in cleaning,”

Seojun’s eyes are soft when you look at them. His face is relaxed and oddly comforting. You can’t help the way your heart rate picks up.

“Shall we get to it then?”

----

You move towards the podium at the front of the classroom, having finished putting the textbooks away as well as dusting the shelf. On the podium sits a small potted plant. Green has sprouted and you can see a hint of yellow where the flower will bloom. The soil stares at you expectantly. You spot a spray bottle on the inside shelf of the podium and grab it quickly. You’re not sure where to start but you decide to go for it. How hard could it be to water some plants, right?

The ‘pshh’ of the water makes Seojun look up from where he’s scraping gum off a desk. You try to ignore him as you aim haphazardly for the soil. It’s pointless as Seojun gets up from where he’s crouching and makes his way to the podium. He reaches you and carefully examines your actions. You look up at him, waiting for whatever he wants to say.

“May I?” his hands go up to yours, you assume he wants the bottle from you. You give him the go-ahead and start to hand him the bottle. Seojun doesn’t grab it, though. Instead, he cups his hands over yours and carefully guides the nozzle. He moves in closer to do so, his shoulder nudging with yours. You’re surprised at how natural his hands feel against yours.

“Tulips don’t need very much water,” he carefully examines the soil to see what parts are moist, “if it gets too soggy, it’ll rot”

He guides your finger to spray softly on the soil. You’re all too aware of the way his body fits next to yours.

“How do you know it’s a tulip?” you narrow your eyes and he simply uses one hand to point at where the flower is sprouting.

“The bulb,” he gives you no further explanation.

In the corner of the room, your phone goes off with a notification. The ding rings loudly in the quiet classroom. It startles you and makes you pull your hands away from his. Leaving the spray bottle in his hands.

Guilt starts to pound at your chest. You feel as if the two of you have been caught. You know it’s Seung-joon checking up on you. Yet, you don’t move to check it. Seojun glances at you, but when you don’t say anything, he decides to do the same. Paying it no attention as he focuses on the plant in front of you two.

Seojun delicately holds the long, green stem of the plant as he sprays water with his opposite hand. You watch with careful eyes as he does so, trying not to let awkwardness overtake the room. His eyes are squinted in concentration and his focus is on the potted plant. You appreciate his attentiveness.

It becomes clear to you that Seojun isn’t as intimidating as the entire school has made him out to be. Surely, he hadn’t been kicked out of school. He isn’t a gangster who gets expelled for starting fights or getting into trouble outside of school. No, he’s a teenager with an oddly large amount of knowledge of flowers. One who knows enough about greenery to tell apart nonflowering tulips and daisies, you’re sure. A young man whose only worry in the world is ensuring this very tulip gets the right amount of hydration. You think about asking him about it.

“I guess you know a lot about flowers,” you say.

Seojun’s vigilance is broken and you half regret speaking. He looks at you, lowering the spray bottle. His eyelashes look pretty from here. You panic.

“I just mean with how often you bring--”

He lets out a chuckle. Your heart skips a beat. His lips settle into a gentle smile as he lowers his body to take a closer look at the soil.

“I like to think I’m coming close to an expert,” there’s a teasing undertone in his voice and it makes you scoff.

He looks up at you and you can’t handle his long eyelashes blinking at you like that. You fail to bite back a smile so you attempt to hide it by looking away from him. He notices, though. You click your tongue.

“I wouldn’t have said it if I knew it’d feed your ego so much,” you tease back but he shakes his head.

“Ms. Yoon is the flower expert,” you meet his gaze as he explains. “She owns the flower shop I go to. That woman knows everything about botany. She’s taught me all I know. From how much sunlight a plant should get to the significance of gifting different types of flowers,”

Your mouth falls open and an ‘ah’ with it. He surely must have known what giving you carnations insinuated, then. Perhaps it's why he blushed so hard that day. You find yourself nodding as he goes on.

“If not for her,” his eyes flick back and forth at nothing in particular, “I would have killed any plant I’ve come in contact with,”

You imagine Seojun entering a flower shop. The sight is almost laughable. Probably overwhelmed as he takes in all the different colored petals that surround him. Eventually working up the courage to ask an older woman in an apron for help. A blush spreading across his cheeks as he asks what kind of flowers would be best to congratulate someone.

Your thoughts are brought back to reality as Seojun sighs deeply. Looking at the soil once more.

“You should have more faith in yourself,” you scold him.

He looks back at you with raised eyebrows. Your words contradict what you said earlier about feeding his ego. He stands easily and his presence overshadows yours.

“I have no trouble being confident in myself,” his teasing returns, “Now, we should let this soak.”

He sets down the spray bottle onto the podium. Then walks back to the desk he was working on, crouches, and starts scraping at the sticky substance under it again. You wonder again about him.

“You know, if I’m being honest,” you’re saying the words before you can give them a second thought, “I didn’t think you liked me all that much,”

Seojun’s head shoots up, his face filled with puzzlement.

“Why would you think that?”

You pick up a rag and head towards the windows, trying to distract yourself. Seojun keeps a steady gaze on you. You look away, his full attention too much for you. Embarrassment creeps up your neck when you realize you have to respond.

“Well, it’s just that,” you start wiping down the windows, “with how we ran into each other at the mall, and earlier in class today, I just kind of figured—“

“I do like you,”

Your hands freeze in place. The way the words sound on his tongue is enticing. And you find yourself enjoying them more than you think you should.

“You shouldn’t say things like that,” you swallow hard, “people will get the wrong idea,”

You do your best to naturally fall back into the work. Though it’s awkward, you continue. A particularly cloudy spot on the window gives you trouble. You use all your force to scrub at it.

“So? You’re Gowoon’s friend, we should get along,” So he had recognized you.

Gowoon and you were friendly, sure, but not enough for Seojun to have the need to be familiar with you.

“Yeah, Gowoon’s friend,” you grumble.

Gowoon’s friend. Gowoon. Not Seojun’s. Not Seojun’s friend because of course, you aren’t friends. You’ve barely had three conversations together if that. Being in the same class doesn’t automatically make you two close. Neither does what happened at the mall during the first snowfall. What happened at the mall was a coincidence. A mistake; a distraction. A distraction like the stupid stain on the window that isn’t going away no matter how hard you--

Water hits the window. It has you freezing. You’re surprised as you turn to face the perpetrator. Seojun holds the spray bottle from earlier and you can see regret creep onto his face for the second time since you’ve conversed with him. He had finished scraping under the desks.

“Thanks,” you mumble as you finally rub the spot out.

His gaze lingers on you briefly before spraying the next window pane. He’s gentle in the way he holds his own rag, Spritzing and letting the liquid drip before running the damp rag along the glass. The way his tough demeanor falls as he wipes the window has you thinking back to your thoughts at the beginning of class that day. You figure there’s no harm in asking. This way, you can confirm your suspicion.

“Can I ask you something?” You don’t bother to stop your thoughts now.

“Sometimes I speak without thinking,” he interrupts.

You’re surprised when a loud laugh leaves you. Seojun finds relief in it.

“Not what I was going to ask, but I’m glad you’re self-aware,” you relish in the playfulness while you still can, “Actually, I was going to ask you something a little more serious. This might not be my place to ask—and you don’t have to answer if you don’t . . . “

You trail off as his face falls. Like he knows what you’re going to ask. Which you think is impossible because you can hardly collect your thoughts enough to get a sentence out. Still, he looks at you as if he can read your thoughts. Seriousness falling onto his features.

“How come you’ve never had cleaning duty before,”

You both know that’s not what you’re asking. You know why he’s never had cleaning duty before. It’s because before he hardly went to school enough to be assigned to it. Even now that he was consistent with coming to school, he always found a way to weasel out of most extracurricular activities that required him to stay any longer than the average school day.

It couldn’t be what everyone said it was. That he ran around with sketchy people, beating others up and challenging students from other schools with bad reputations. There was no way Seojun could hurt a fly with the way he handled the bulbing plant. Wiped at the window. Scraped at gum, even. Motions as smooth as rocking waves, careful not to scratch the desk. The way his warm hands passed you textbooks. Fingers sweeping against yours. Bracelet shining when it caught the light--

“Gowoon’s always been better at the school thing,” he finally says, chewing on his cheek, “And I’ve always been better at taking care of our mom,”

Seojun hates the way pity fills your eyes. It’s the way everyone looks at him after they find out the truth about all his absences. Sadness combing over their body and sympathy filling their words. He half regrets the words leaving his mouth, that is until you reach up and squeeze his arm.

“Sometimes,” you speak, not quite sure if you’re going to say the right thing, but trying regardless, “the world throws things at us,” You’re not meeting his gaze, “And we can’t do anything about it except face it and bare our teeth. It’ll be painful and heart-wrenching. And it’ll feel like no one can understand what you’re going through. But that doesn’t mean you have to go through it alone,”

The moment your eyes meet his, Seojun’s breath leaves him. He feels a sudden rush of fear. Fear at the way your words comfort him more than anyone else’s ever have. Even Gowoon's and his mom’s. Maybe it’s precisely because they’re coming from you and not anyone else. The fear yanks him by his neck and makes his heart speed up. He’s overcome with the thought of kissing you, and it terrifies him.

Seojun thinks back to this morning when he saw you enter his homeroom. He couldn’t help but stare, then, at the sun-kissed skin that he caught flashes of behind your collared shirt. Swallowing as he remembered how close you two had gotten that day outside the mall. Enough so that he could smell your perfume through the humid air. It was sweet and alluring. It fit you well. If Seojun concentrated hard enough right now, he’s almost certain he’d be able to smell it again.

Seojun is afraid at the thought. He quickly takes a step back, causing you to drop your hand.

“I know,” he brushes it off, “I--thank you,”

Your brows furrow sweetly.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to--”

“It’s okay,” he’s quick to reassure you, “My mom--she’s--she’s better now. She spent some time at the hospital and is recovering well,”

Relief floods your system.

“That’s good!” you’re too loud, “That’s great, um, must be why you returned to school, huh?”

You feel silly at your previous attempt to comfort him. He didn’t need to go through things alone, of course, he didn't. He has actual friends and family, after all. Gowoon and Jugyeong, Chorang—

You self consciously run your fingers through the rag still in your hands. Mind whirling through ways to make conversation.

“Yeah,”

Don’t let the conversation die. Don’t let the conversation die. Don’t let the conversation--

“Oh,” you speak, “that must be why you visited that flower shop to begin with,”

His eyes are narrowing and his lips quirk up.

“That and I wanted to congratulate Gowoon for making the choir club,”

You’re startled at the way his tone turns into a light, feathery one.

“Sorry, I guess sometimes I speak without thinking, too,”

Now, it’s his turn to laugh loudly.

----

The sun makes its way lower and lower as you and Seojun finish cleaning up the classroom. Double-checking books and gathering up all the trash as you two work in comfortable silence. The only thing left on the list is to lock up and properly dispose of the two garbage bags sitting in the corner of the room. You’re a little sad to see your time together is coming to an end. You stall by going over the to-do list, humming as you pretend to think.

“I think that’s all for today,” you sigh out.

Seojun comes in close and examines the list over your shoulder.

“Guess so,” his voice rings in your ear.

Your hands tightly clutch at the clipboard that holds the list, bare nail beds on display. Your thumb brushes over the paper, self consciously.

“Should we take out the garbage--?” you’re asking, turning your head over your shoulder to look at Seojun. His face is much closer than you anticipated, nose mere inches from yours. You’re both surprised by the sudden invasion of space. The two of you quickly pull back, embarrassed.

“Sure,” he mutters.

Both you and Seojun gather your things in silence.

“Alright, let’s go,” He makes a beeline for the exit, grabbing one of the bags as he does so. You rush to grab the other garbage bag and lock up the classroom. You have to jog a little to catch up to him, already nearing the end of the hallway.

“Is your boyfriend not walking you home today?” he says it nonchalantly, but the fact he’s noticed Seung-joon says he’s been paying attention to the two of you. You make your way down the stairs.

“My boyfriend?”

“Yeah, that guy,” he grips the bag tightly, “What’s his name, Seung-min?”

A smile spreads across your lips. It’s ironic. Considering all that differentiated their names was a single character, you found it hard to believe he didn’t know Seung-joon’s name. A little round circle that effectively changes the way your tongue shapes the words. A mere consonant separates the two boys.

“Seung-joon doesn’t walk me home, just to the bus station,” you state calmly, “And he isn’t my boyfriend,”

“Isn’t he?” Seojun attempts to speak in an indifferent tone, but his face betrays him.

“No,” your response is immediate as you reach the bottom of the stairs, slowing when you’re unsure of which hallway to walk down. Seojun makes the decision for you when he turns left. The longer way, you note.

“Don’t you two spend most of your time together?”

“Not necessarily,” You speak carefully, “He’ll walk with me when he can and texts me throughout the day,”

“Why don’t you tell me what you think a boyfriend is supposed to do,” Seojun is teasing you now. Glancing at you way too often for him not to care, you think.

You‘re rolling your eyes lightheartedly. Shaking your head, you explain.

“Just because we text doesn’t mean we’re dating. Dating someone is more than that. It’s going out of your way to make time for them. It’s listening and communicating with one another. Someone who is comforting, but still scares you a little.“

Seojun chuckles at the thought.

“Seriously! Someone whose name gets you excited. Makes you feel–”

“Safe,” Seojun finishes.

Heat rushes through your body as you force yourself down from your soapbox. You reach the end of the hallway and turn a corner.

“Yeah,” you mutter quietly, the back exit door getting closer and closer.

Though you’re embarrassed, you have to admit that you don’t want your time with Seojun to end.

“Seung-joon,” you hesitate, treading ahead decisively, “He doesn’t do the things he does because he feels that way,”

“Has he told you that?”

“He doesn’t have to,”

You pause to walk out the single exit door. You go through first and hold the door for Seojun, he simply looks at you. Staring from the other side of the doorway. The air is fresh and you try not to shiver as he does so.

“What?” You ask him, tightening your own grip on the garbage bag.

“Is Seung-joon the one who called you that day?” That day at the mall, weekends ago.

You hesitate, but answer with a soft, “yeah,”

“And he’s been texting you,” he tilts his head toward your backpack, where your phone resides. Referring to earlier when your phone had gone off.

“Yeah,” you echo.

“Maybe you should have more faith in yourself,” the line repeated at you sounds foreign.

He smoothly walks out of the building and makes his way toward the large trash can towards the back of the building. Leaving you holding the door, staring dumbfounded.

“What do you mean?” You jog to catch up to him, the garbage bag rattling in your hand.

You’re reaching the dumpsters all too quickly. Seojun lifts the lid of one and swings his bag up and into it. Then, he turns to you, hand-stretched out expectantly. Your face is heating up as it takes you a second to realize he’s asking for your own garbage bag.

“Is it that unlikely that he likes you?” He says as he disposes of the bag.

“Nobody’s ever shown interest before,” you tell him, and he looks back at you with his eyebrows raised. Almost like he’s saying, “Really?”.

Maybe he had seen the way boys flocked at your feet. Maybe he had made notice of your friendliness. Maybe he was curious about you. Your knees nearly buckle at the thought. You shrug, kicking at your feet as you realize you’ll have to say goodbye soon.

“Not seriously, at least,”

He hums at that, eyes narrowing.

“Is someone picking you up?” He asks, hands in his pockets, wanting to move on.

“No, I take the bus,” you tell him, “is someone picking you up?”

He shakes his head, lips pursed pensively.

“Shall I walk you?”

“Which way are you walking?”

You both flush. You point first in the direction you're going. Seojun’s house is the opposite way. However, it’s the very course Seojun must walk to the pharmacy. Down the narrow path that wraps around the school. Towards the front. There, a bus station sits two blocks down the road from the main entrance. As you both begin to walk that way, you enter a passageway with high walls and hardly enough walking space for one person.

But instead of Seojun staying behind or walking in front of you, he stays close by your side. It makes your arms rub uncomfortably, but it brings you warmth so you stay like that.

“I’d give you a ride on my motorcycle, but I stopped driving it,” he rubs his neck sheepishly, scrunching up his long arm to reach.

“Oh, that’s right,” you recall, “because of your girlfriend,”

Your statement is meant to be teasing, but you can’t help the slight jealousy that leaks from it. Seojun quickly turns to you, stunned at how you know that.

“Who--?”

“You kinda gave her your keys in front of the entire class,”

You remember the day, long ago, Seojun walked into class and dropped his keys on Jugyeong’s desk, rumors quickly spreading as she tried to return them. The whole school speculated over them.

“Oh,” he remembered, “right,”

His eyes glance at your side, trying to read you.

“She’s not my girlfriend, though,” he told you and you hum in disbelief, “Really--my mom just asked her to look after me,”

He’s digging his own grave. Seojun can tell you don’t believe him, so he goes on.

“There’s nothing going on between the two of us,”

You look up at him, face unreadable.

“Hey, my lips are sealed,” you arch an eyebrow, tempting him. You want to hear him say it. You need to, “Just because I don’t have a partner doesn’t mean you can’t,”

“Seriously,” he defends himself, “It’s kinda like what you were saying,”

The two of you turn quiet as the statement settles in. Like what you were saying about Seung-joon. It’s unreciprocated. Hollow, in your case. Maybe the two of you were destined to fall in love with people who didn’t feel the same. It was comforting to know Seojun was going through the same thing you were. You hum at the thought.

“It’s different, though, no?” you wonder, “Jugyeong seems to like you enough,”

“Seung-joon seems to like you, too,” he counters.

“It’s just that—“ you chew on your cheek.

“It’s just that?” He bumps into your shoulder teasingly. Your opposite side rubbing against the wall.

You glance at him and sulk. You didn’t like the butterflies that started in your tummy. And you definitely didn’t want to keep talking about Seung-joon. But something about Seojun’s presence was so comforting, and maybe you hadn’t been imagining the jealousy behind his words. Maybe if you pushed him a little further, you could test the grounds, feel him out.

“I heard around that Seung-joon was going to ask me out,” you finally tell him.

It’s hard to decipher the look on Seojun’s face.

“Officially, I mean” You explain.

Guilt creeps up Seojun’s neck. He tries to move further away from you, but considering the narrow pathway, it doesn’t do much.

“But, you know, to be honest, I don’t think he actually wants to,” you admitted, “Which I know sounds stupid because he’s the one who approached me, but I don’t know—I,” you trail, “I’ve never felt at comfortable with him, I guess?”

Seojun looks over at you with sad eyes.

“It’s not stupid,” it comes out soft.

“You don’t have to pity me,” you scoff.

“I’m not,”

His tone is genuine. Everything about Seojun invited you in, eased your mind. The way his eyes turned soft and the way his lips would hang ever so slightly open. When his warm body would turn towards you and unconsciously lean your way. It was so contradictory to the way you and Seung-joon interacted. The very juxtaposition made both your head and heart spin.

Especially on that day where you had met up with Seung-joon after the snow. You explained to him that you had gotten lost on the way, but you could tell he knew it was a lie. That was your first mistake. Your second was thinking about Seojun for the remainder of your date. Quietly sitting, staring at the sky, wondering if Seojun had run after Jugyeong. Said date took notice of your distracted mind and ended the date early saying he had homework to do.

“He hasn’t even attempted a kiss,” you huff out, not realizing you were getting lost in thought. Seojun’s brows furrowed.

The two of you turn the corner, finally freeing yourselves from the narrow passageway. You can see tall, thin trees start to appear more frequently. Its pigmented leaves contrast it. The sidewalk is large now. Yet, the distance between you two is unchanging. You take uneven steps, purposely causing you to bump into Seojun. It gives you an excuse to keep brushing your arms.

“Seojun?” You ask him and he hums, “You’re a man, right?”

That was reassuring.

You notice the change in his stance and you take it as a sign that he’s offended.

“I mean—“

A soft ‘ne’ falls from his lips. You quickly look at the side of his face, hoping to catch his eyes, but they’ve focused straight ahead on the pathway. This was it.

“Would you kiss me?”

Seojun almost trips when you ask the question. He catches his feet but stops in his tracks. You stop next to him and he doesn’t know if he wishes you were closer or further from him.

“What?” He turns his body to face you and your eager eyes await him. Air stops reaching Seojun’s lungs.

You’ve walked further down the path now. The colors of fall compliment your skin. The white trunks speckled with brown line the wide sidewalk. Yellows and reds litter the floor. Leaves that crunch under your feet. The setting sun rests softly in the distance. Its warmth leaves you, but Seojun doesn’t feel the cold.

You stand with your hands clutching at your sides. They shiver in the cold air. They stubbornly refuse to grab the mittens inside of your backpack. Too impatient to bother, and not willing to cross your arms for warmth. Your eyes are unmoving. They still patiently as you wait for his answer.

Suddenly, Seojun wishes he could take your picture whilst you’re looking at him like this. With your shivering hands and restless thoughts. Eyes shining as they reflect the sun back to him. He knows, though, that he wouldn’t be capable of capturing your beauty.

It wouldn’t hurt to try.

“Would you have made a move by now?” Your stare is intimidating.

What was Seojun supposed to say? That he did want to kiss you? That he’s wanted to kiss you since your eyes first met? That his heart does backflips and his mind goes blank whenever you ask him questions like these? Because they do. And he does.

Seojun’s tongue clicks against his teeth and he forces his lungs to breathe once more.

“Are you asking me what I would do or what I would do if I was Seung-joon?”

You think for a second. The wind picks up.

“If you had watched the snow with me--”

“We did watch the snow together.” he doesn’t miss a beat and it makes you think again.

“I mean if you were Gu Seung-joon,” you miss the way his eyes squint in annoyance, “And we had planned to watch the snow together. Would you have kissed me when we finally met?”

The birch branches shift around you as a breeze blows through the air. Muted yellow leaves cascade from them and are blown into the sky. Nature scatters dead leaves on the dirt-covered sidewalk. They dance as the wind touches them, twirling as they hit the ground.

They remind you of the snow that day.

“Not if you didn’t want me to,” Seojun finally answers.

“Do you think it seemed that way?” You’re puzzled. Seojun bites on his cheek.

“From what you told me,” his eyes wander from yours, “didn’t it?” You’re silent, and Seojun doesn’t wait to see if you’ll speak, “What about you? Why haven’t you kissed him? What’s holding you back? I thought you liked him,”

You breathe. Your eyes don’t move from his. The leaves twist and turn around him. You wonder if he’s cold.

“I guess my heart was still holding out for someone else,”

The features on Seojun’s face soften. His eyebrows unfurrow and he realizes how tense he’s standing. Shoulders scrunched up anticipating your next words. Teeth grinding unconsciously, making a pang of pain start towards the back of his head. He has to make himself take in air.

His lips part to exhale and you watch as the cold air comes out of his pretty lips. Your eyes stay on them. You may do something stupid if he doesn’t close them soon. It’s only when the cold air wisps through the air again that they close. Your eyes hurry back to his.

His heart stutters. Wind blows his hair out of his face and he resists the urge to fix it. His forehead is on display and he hopes he isn’t blushing. Could you have been talking about him? He felt stupid as his blood pounded harder at your words.

“Then you should talk to Seung-joon,” he pulls his gaze away from yours and decides to keep walking.

You, however, don’t move. You watch as his feet lift off the floor, one after the other. Leaves parting to make way. The cold air makes a shiver run through your spine. It tickles the back of your neck and itches your scalp. You’re chewing on your bottom lip and you know you should stop. But when he finally notices you’re not following him and turns back, you bite harder. The wind is making his hair go everywhere now.

“What about you, then? If—“ you hesitate, “If there were no conditions?”

If things were different; if he wasn’t into Jugyeong, and you weren’t into Seung-joon. The leaves continue to float around him. Time slows as you wait for him to say something. Your entire focus is on him.

“Would you have kissed me?” The question is repeated, but it holds a different weight now.

“It doesn’t matter,”

Rejection is so much worse than you can ever imagine. You’re expecting it. He said it himself, you two should get along, as friends. No more than that. It’d be betraying Seung-joon, who had approached you at the bus stop. He had been patient with you when you were late to watch the snowfall. Understanding, even, when it comes to your hesitance. Seung-joon and you were meant to get to know each other and eventually date.

But something about the way Seojun’s name fit with yours made your heart skip a beat. When he’d stare at you like you were the most important person in the world. And speak to you with kindness you’ve never heard from him directed towards you. Having him say those words of denial had you breaking you out of delusion.

The perfect fantasy world where the only thing you ever had to think about was your happiness. Where you could watch the snowfall with whomever you wanted. And not stress about studying hard and getting good grades.

“If not for the conditions, we wouldn’t have been in the situation in the first place,” he swallows, “It’s pointless to wonder what could have been,”

He tells you what you think you want to hear. What he thinks is best. He knows that before that weekend under the snow, he most likely wouldn’t have given your existence a second thought. He’d think of you as just another singer in his sister’s club. An acquaintance. Another student living in the background of his life. An extra in the scenes that took place in front of his eyes.

You liked Seung-joon. He was the reason you were at the mall that day. He’s the man who you were supposed to fall in love with. Watch the snow with. You’re supposed to go to Seung-joon’s basketball games and he’s supposed to go to your choir concerts. Seojun had come in and ruined it for the both of you. Guilt ate his stomach for stealing the experience from you. What was worse, he kind of enjoyed the feeling he got whenever he was near you. A part of him wondered what it’d be like to like you, and have you like him back.

“Right,” You seemingly shrugged it off.

Your response was casual. It was the correct response. It was the only response you could’ve given to his harsh one. Seojun hadn’t expected anything else. So, why had it made him feel worse? Strings tugged at Seojun’s heart. He couldn’t help but feel selfish as he wished for more from you. He liked Jugyeong. No--he likes Jugyeong. He went to a baseball game for her with Suho. If that doesn’t speak volumes he doesn't know what will.

If that was the case, though, why had he been so eager to spend the afternoon with you? This was turning out to be one big, confusing mess and it was making Seojun’s chest ache. He thinks he might end up chasing it if it means he can see you more often.

You stand a few feet from him. Your hands are shaking, and you’re not sure if it’s from the cold or the nerves working their way through your body. Regardless, you smile softly at him. It’s a sad smile. Full of what-ifs and lingering what could have been’s. It’s accepting.

It catches him off guard, and it’s surprisingly contagious. Seojun would smile back if he wasn’t terrified.

In a split-second decision, Seojun decides to not let it overtake him. To be selfish for once in his life. This time, he is the one yanking terror by its neck. And, rather than letting it lurk over Seojun, he’s going to; force it under his feet, and ride it.

“Instead,” your smile falters as he keeps talking, ”you should ask me what kind of flowers I’ll bring to your next performance,”

The stretch of skin around your mouth morphs. The ends go straight and your bottom lip drops ever so lightly. All of your muscles freeze, and you don’t dare try to move. Seojun is starting to wonder if he’s made a mistake when you finally find your words.

“And what kind would that be?” you’re scared.

“Arbutus,” he doesn’t hesitate, “Pink,”

You blink. Arbutus. Arbutus. You rake your brain for any information you have on the flower and come up blank. You can hardly remember what they look like if you’re being honest. The confusion must show on your face because Seojun starts walking towards you.

His hands are in his pockets, and his eyes are on you. He doesn’t stop until his body is almost pressed right against yours. Mere inches are left. You can hear his clothes rustle. You breathe an all too audible breath and you can’t stop it from escaping your lips not too long after. The air turns white around it and it blows straight into Seojun. His adam apple bobs. He swallows in his already dry mouth. The cold air is no longer noticeable as your bodies are lending each other heat.

“What do those mean?” You can’t help it when your voice trembles.

You’re staring at one another. You’re standing so close. A voice in the back of your head thinks maybe you should take a step back. But your body is screaming at you to close the distance. You know already there’s too much at risk.

And yet the only thing you can concentrate on is Seojun’s proximity to you. The way his eyes are looking at you. The way he’s slowly bringing himself closer. The way the wind blows his hair back, his eyes narrowing. The way his head is moving towards yours. Turning to fit yours. The way you could press your lips to his if you simply tilt your head ever so slightly to the—

“I love only you,”

Seojun pauses. He’s motionless, still. His body occasionally brushes against yours. You’re borrowing the other’s air. Practically exchanging air into each other’s mouths. Stealing as much oxygen as you can from the other.

You realize that he’s waiting for you. He’s wanting to make sure you’re okay with this. Your heart flutters at the thought.

“We shouldn’t,” an obligatory statement that must be said.

“Hm?” his nose brushes yours. Your skin tickles at it.

“You like Jugyeong--”

“You like Seung-joon,” his breath makes shivers go down your spine.

You’re not sure if either of you are truthful.

“I--Can I kiss you?”

A nod, and a hum of conformation.

Your lips hold his. Immediately, the feeling is all-consuming. An overload of senses. You’re all too aware of how awkwardly your hands hang on your sides. His hands hover over yours. They reach out to kiss his palms to yours. You no longer worry about whether or not your nails are bare.

The wind picks up around you. It blows loose leaves on the floor, brushing your ankles. Scattering them across the floor. The setting sun shines brightly in the distance. The sky bleeds orange-pink hues. One color fading into the other.

Having Han Seojun for this chilly afternoon is all you’ll ever need if it means you can feel his lips pressed against yours for the remainder of it. It's awkward and a little bit clumsy, but all in all, the kiss only makes you want to learn how to better shape your lips to fit his. All the flips your stomach is doing don’t bother you anymore with the way his thumb traces patterns on your hand. Souls mending as your bodies melt into one.

You can taste the mashed potatoes he had for lunch on his tongue, and you wonder if he tastes the cherry soda you had. All while he can only focus on how well he can smell your perfume perfectly from where he stands, leaning against you. Only cementing the aroma in his mind.

At this moment, the two of you desperately need each other. Almost like finding a piece of yourself you never realized was missing. Your other half, an extension of yourself, flaws and all. There’s nothing the two of you can’t share with the opposite. You know you can’t come back from this kiss, you’ll regret it the moment you pull away. So, right now, you desperately need to stay like this, clammy hands clutching him tightly, rough teeth bumping together.

That’s why, when he finally pulls away, your head falls onto his chest. It rapidly rises and falls as he catches his breath.

“Don’t hang out with Seung-joon anymore,” He almost whispers,

You lift your head, face heating up at his swollen lips. Shock showing on your face, “What?”

What he wants to tell you is: “Watch the snow with me, nobody else. Because I can’t bear the thought of you standing under the snow with someone who isn’t me. Not with Seung-joon--not with anyone,”

But all he can do is swallow hard.

He likes you so much and it’s horrifying. Because Seojun doesn't think he’s ever felt this way for anyone--and so quickly, too. But he doesn’t want to scare you off. He’s missed his chance with Jugyeong, he knows that. You both mean a lot to him. Now, the question is, who means more? Does it matter when Jugyeong has moved on? Have you? Assuming you return his feelings. You must. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have exchanged spit with him, surely. All of this thinking is making Seojun’s head pound. But perhaps that’s just all the blood rushing to his face.

Seojun is willing to put his old feelings for Jugyeong aside for you. To be ready to love you, at full capacity. Isn’t that what love is? Being willing to put his heart on the line regardless of what the end result will be? Seojun isn’t sure he knows what love is. But he does know that when you stare at him his chest swells so badly it hurts.

“I can’t be friends with you,” his eyes won’t meet yours, “I can’t be just friends”

His hands start to pull away from yours, but you quickly grab them. You can feel the sweat of his palms.

“Seojun, I like you” You reassure him, and his eyes quickly come up. The golden-brown irises shine brightly as they reflect the setting sun, “But I’m not sure if I can be more than friends with you right now,”

Just as before, that sad smile returns to your face. Your eyes are soaked in melancholy. He nods in dejection. You speak slowly. As if you’re saying things aloud as they come to your mind.

“But if, after we’ve--,” broken up with other people, “--settled things amongst ourselves, if you’d like to give me flowers after a performance, I would gladly accept them. Or I can get you flowers, too! What was that shop you mentioned? I can find some pink flowers--arbutus,”

You’re rambling, but all Seojun can do is smile. Walking to the pharmacy will be no trouble now that he knows you’re willing to be his.

“I’d like that,”

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epilogue

if u’ve made it this far ty for reading I appreciate u. i let my perfectionism get the best of me, but here it is! lmk what u thought, luv y’all.

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[dat-town]

not gonna miss this chance

Characters: Han Seojun & soloist!female reader

Genre: fluff

Setting: true beauty au, set a year after the tv show’s ending timeline

Summary: Your career is on the verge of ending, hence your management puts you up to do a duet with the infamous Han Seojun. You have heard too many rumours about him to keep track of and yet, none of them could have prepared you for the feelings that came with meeting him.

Words: 4.1k

Self indulgent little snippet because he deserves happiness too.

You had heard of Han Seojun before meeting him, of course you had. Everybody who was in the industry had heard of the hot trend of a Newstagram star-turned idol and his band's shining debut from a year ago. They were told to have snatched teenage girls hearts all over Korea with their good looks and soulful music. You had heard their title track and you had to admit it was nice but nice wasn't enough in a cut-throat industry like entertainment.

Look at you, starting training at twelve, debuting at fifteen and now barely twenty-one you were on the verge of becoming a thrown away doll. Once you had been called cute and the it girl of your generation and now? People were saying you got boring just because your music had matured. Gosh, you couldn't keep singing about first love like your hit song had been for the rest of your life for god's sake. Your last album had been a flop, your company had been losing money and you were still afraid that even with a year left of your contract, they would cut you. But your manager had begged them for a chance and here it was: a collaboration with the newest love of Korea.

But the thing was, Han Seojun had quite a reputation and you didn't know who to believe. Some said he was well-mannered and hard-working. Others gossiped that he was always flirting with his makeup artists and Chen claimed he had been rude to her even when he had just been a ‘nobody’. Not that you were particularly fond of Chen either but as a fellow solo female singer you were a tad bit worried how the infamous singer would treat you.

Well, standing in front of Move Entertainment, you were just about to find out. Taking a shallow breath you followed your manager's lead, bowing to the receptionist and getting into the elevator after taking your visitor's badge. You had heard the company has gone through many changes after the executives were replaced due to the revealed Seyeon scandal but everything looked expensive, shiny and new, unlike in your small agency.

“Hey, I’m Lim Heekyung, nice to meet you. Seojun will be in a minute, too,” a woman in a pantsuit walked up to you on the right floor with a confident smile as she introduced herself. She led you to a meeting room which was apparently customized for a few people only and started preparing papers. She looked excited which was a relief and nice to see, at least someone from Move Entertainment was happy for this project apparently. You were a bit afraid they would see you like a leech, trying to cling onto their new star’s popularity.

“Shall we start? Seojun is a fan of dramatic entrances anyways,” Miss Lim laughed joyfully as if it wasn’t new to her that the idol didn’t make it on time. Ah yeah, you had heard rumours saying that he had something on the company and that was why they were so lenient with him.

You sat in silence, let your manager do the talk about the collaboration project. Seojun could play the guitar, you could play the piano, apparently it was perfect for a ballad duet, though if you used instruments yourself it added to the preparations time. But luckily, there was a songwriter named Leo at the company who had already sent in a few samples specifically for Seojun, so you didn’t have to start from zero.

“Ah, I see you started without me. What did I miss?” A tall boy opened the door wide and flipped down onto the chair across you casually. He had grown into his lanky limbs and with those wide shoulders hugged by the leather jacket, helix earrings in one ear and soft brown hair brushed to one side, it wasn’t a surprise how many female fans swooned over him. But there were a lot of handsome boys in the business, just his looks – no matter how confident he was in them based on the way he carried himself – wouldn’t make a difference.

Miss Lim patiently let Seojun know about the advances and only when she mentioned your name, did the boy glance at you. His dark brown eyes had a sharp form, just as piercing as his gaze, but the cunning smile spreading over his lips softened it a bit. He looked at you as if he wanted to see through you, to figure out how he should have approached you. You expected a snarky or arrogant comment, but in the end, he just flashed a blinding smile at you, one you could see on his posters, before turning back to Miss Lim.

“What’s the schedule?” he asked simply and you both were notified about the deadline of deciding and finalizing the song, the dates of planned recording sessions and the photoshoot. Since there would be no promotion period, it all would be done within a month and half from start to finish. You were a bit relieved hearing that and leave Move Entertainment without any confrontation.

You thought you were good at masking your wary feelings since the further meetings went well and the first recording session went okay-ish. Although both of you had been a bit scolded by the producer for not putting enough feelings into your singing. He claimed that the demo sent by Leo was much more emotional which made Seojun scoff and mumble under his nose. The PD called it for a day, making you promise to practice for next time and one by one they all left. Your manager told you that he would bring the car while you refresh yourself in the bathroom, so you really didn’t expect anyone to wait for you when you stepped out of the restroom, much less Han Seojun.

"Spit it out," he bit out barely glancing your way as he leaned against the corridor’s wall.

"What?" you spluttered as you were really taken aback by his out of blue appearance and question. The guy let out a tired sigh at your obliviousness and pushed himself away from the wall just to walk up to you, towering over your height with his.

"You look at me as if I killed your hamster or something. Which rumour about me bothers you? I fucking can't keep walking on eggshells around you, especially when it's just the two of us," he tsked and you gulped at the sudden called out. You didn’t think it bothered him, or that he was considerate enough to ‘walk on eggshells around you’, you merely thought he was so distant from everybody. It was still better than what Chen had told you.

"Oh, I… nothing. It's stupid. Sorry," you mumbled, feeling embarrassed for your your actions but Seojun apparently wasn’t satisfied without a real answer as he carried on:

"I didn't bully kids in high school but I threatened ones that deserved it, I didn't only get a pity chance from the entertainment, one of our makeup artists is actually one of my best friends, I'm not…"

"Chen told me you are rude and arrogant and have no respect for girls," you blurted out to stop him from speaking because you felt like you didn’t deserve to hear all that. He didn’t owe you any explanation for the way he was. You were just co-workers for a project after all, you had no place in his life, nor he had in yours, so he shouldn’t have been that bothered by your opinion but you understood that he felt uncomfortable due to your silent accusations.

Hearing your hasty interruption, the singer scoffed, a laugh-like sound leaving his mouth.

"Well, I have no respect for girls like Chen who harass my friends and turn their lives into hell just to go on a date with me," he said and it made you blink slowly.

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh. Check your facts before you go around believing such crap," Seojun stepped back with a roll of his eyes.

The whole situation made you feel made about how you acted, so you wished to apologise but it fell from your lips all too carelessly: "Sorry, I was just worried. This is my last chance, so–"

"Last chance?" the guy quirked a brow at you, curious but you quickly waved his question away.

"Nevermind, I just need this song to do well."

"Of course, it will. I'm Han Seojun, it will turn to gold under my hands," he grinned and made eccentric gestures as if he was about to do magic. You couldn't help a smile. “Or well, vocal chords.”

And turn it to gold, he did.

The rest of your recording sessions went smoother, even the previously grumpy PD complimented your for the development in your chemistry. Funny, you wouldn’t have thought that the wall pulled up between the two of you mattered that much, but at least you didn’t have a knot in your stomach, nor did you worry about every small thing you did around Han Seojun. He also acted more casual, more playful, joking around when both of you had a bit of time to take a breather. He snapped silly pictures, showed off with his height, smirked when he got too close but despite all his bravado and lowkey flirting, you believed even he wouldn’t have jeopardised his career over something like this.

Maybe that's why wrapping up the recording felt a tad bit weird: you got used to his presence, his jokes, his beautiful, deep voice that you could have fallen asleep to. Sure, sometimes he was cocky, a bit rough around the edges but he was a great singer and a fun guy. The project seemed to work out well and you loved it a lot, so you hoped the listeners would appreciate it as well.

But before all that you had one photo shoot together for the promotional pictures and the single's cover. You were grateful for the simple pastel colour background and elegant setting. The warm light latte colour and the clock in the background really fit the song's vibe. Luckily, your dress was decent and pretty as well, you didn't have to feel uncomfortable in it at least.  However, you didn’t expect that happy yelp coming from one of the makeup artists stepping into the dressing room. You turned to face the girl, wondering whether she was your fan judged by her excitement.

"Oh my! I'm so happy to finally meet you! Seojun told us about you so much!" she beamed at you which obviously took you back. Well, that you didn’t expect at all. He spoke of you to others? Ah. Apparently to the makeup artist who was most probably that certain one of his best friends he had told you about?

"Don't exaggerate, Imju, I mentioned her like what… once?" Seojun walked in on cue. He rolled his eyes and cleared his throat, trying to avert the topic. "How's Suho?"

You had know idea who that said guy was but after a moment or two you could breathe properly once again while listening to their chatting.

“Just the usual. He’s excited about your duet.”

“Of course, he is,” Seojun grinned, a bit snarky but you could hear the proud undertones of it. When he looked at you, you were surprised by him leaning close though as he quieted down until only you could hear it. “Don’t worry, Jugyeong is really good and just stop her if she gets too gossip-y.”

“Are you talking about me behind my back, hah, Han Seojun?” The pretty girl called Jugyeong raised her fist as if she was about to hit the idol but he just laughed it off and left you two alone when he was hurried onto the set to start with his individual shoots.

“Have you known each other for a long time?” you couldn’t help but wonder as you were seated to get your makeup from her.

“Ah, almost 4 years, I think. We went to high school together. Plus, he’s best friends with my boyfriend. Though, they are always bickering like a married couple,” Jugyeong chuckled joyfully as she started with the cushion. You closed your eyes, listening as she kept going on about the time when Seojun had been obsessed with his motorbike, getting into trouble with his mother. It was strange hearing about a whole other side of him, mama's boy but the image tugged on your mouth, making you smile even though you weren't sure you had the right to know all that. You also learned that Seojun's sister was dating Jugyeong's brother and you felt so involved with the girl's trust albeit it was your last meeting, you were sure Seojun must have only told good things about you.

Hence, you felt shy under his knowing gaze when you walked out of the dressing room. He must have known that Jugyeong couldn't shut up for the life of her, so he looked a bit uncertain, too, stretching the back of his neck, forcing a cunning smile onto his smile when you took your place next to him.

To fit the ballad's theme, the setting was a piano decorated with flowers and you were instructed to sit beside him as if you were about to play a four hands piece. As you did what you had been told, you were very much aware of the way your arms brushed, his long fingers over the keys close to yours, his smile small but genuine.

"Great, great, guys! Someone help her onto the piano and Seojun, stand in front of her," the photographer directed the next scene but before any staff members would have rushed up to you, the singer next to you shushed them.

"I can do it," he insisted as he stood up and looked you in the eyes, silently asking for permission. You nodded while holding your breath back before Seojun put his hands on your waist above the fluffy tulle skirt part and counting on three, he lifted you onto the lid of the beautiful instrument.

You crossed your legs, watching in awe as your pink skirt fell down on waves  but your breath hitched for an entirely different reason when you looked up, gaze meeting Seojun's feline eyes trained on you. You had never seen him look at you like that, lacking playfulness or suspicion or curiosity. He looked open, vulnerable, outright starstruck. Your lips parted meaning to ask something but your brain shut off when you heard the shutter of the camera go down and the director yelling compliments at you. It made you snap out of it and later, you blamed the evident blush on your cheeks on the makeup. Seojun blinked too, his guarded expression back in no time, finishing the photo shoot professionally, always lingering close to you, but never touching you. Even though you wouldn’t have minded.

"Hey," Seojun peeked into your dressing room just as you were about to leave, packing up, with a smile on his mouth and sparkles in his deep brown eyes. But unlike half an hour ago when he wore a fancy suit and looked at you like a prince would have looked at his princess, he acted just as casual as he looked in his denim jacket over dark tee. "Wanna grab something with me if you finished for today?"

His question took you back but first thing first you glanced towards your manager, eyes begging for permission which you had gotten with a sigh.

"Just be discreet and call me if you need me to pick you up," your manager shrugged, leaving you two alone with a knowing look that told you to be careful. You didn't need to be told though, you knew how much depended on the current public response to your image.

"Seems like a green light. Have you thought of anything specific?" you turned back to the boy with a subtle smile.

"Not really but I know a few less frequent, secluded places to avoid much talk about us," he said and you nodded, following his lead. Masks, caps and hoodies on, you barely talk on your way to the tent with the lovely ahjumma who welcomed Seojun (two heads taller than her) with a pinch of his cheeks and told you to get seated.

"Are you a regular here?" you inquire, carefully pulling down your mask since not many people are around.

"You could say that," the boy hummed letting you adjust to the place at your own pace, not pressuring you with extra reassessments about how safe it is there. Yet, he is so casual as if he wasn't afraid of a getting mobbed by Dispatch out of the blue. Not that it happened to you a lot of times but you heard stories and at such a crucial time in your career, you feared something like that more than anything.

"Do you want to come up to mine instead?" Seojun blurted out suddenly which made you wide eyed in a span of a moment as you splattered out a surprised yelp. "Come on, I don't mean anything by it. You just look really nervous being in the public," the singer said, his deep voice softening, soothing by the end and you needed to take a breather before answering. You didn't think it was so obvious but apparently you had never been a good liar with him.

In the end, you decided on going over to Seojun's place, so he asked the ahjumma to pack your food to go and you headed towards his flat a few blocks from the company. It was a small but cozy place, much softer and brighter than you expected, lots of pastels and photos of friends and family. While the boy busied himself in the kitchen, getting you plates, chopsticks and beer, you were encouraged to look around and you couldn't help but smile at his photos with not only his band members but high school friends, too. You had seen photos of his graduation with Jugyeong, then another one of his debut with her and another guy.  He was a recurring person on a lot of pictures, so you assumed that he was the so-called Suho.

"He's Jugyeong's boyfriend," Seojun affirmed as he walked up to you which you acknowledged with a hum and smiled at his photos with his sister and mother. The makeup artist was right when she said he was only tough on the outside.

"You knew Seyeon?" you whispered as your gaze shifted of a picture of three boys smiling widely into the camera. The middle one was the talented boy you had known  from the news of his committed suicide. Such a tragedy.

"Uhum. We were best friends. Him, Suho and me," Seojun nodded and without having to ask, he told you how they had gotten to know each other, what were their favourite past time activities and how they fell apart when he died. You could see he was hurting even now as he was talking about it, so you grazed your fingers against his knuckles as though to say you were there for him to listen, or whatever he needed.

Talking about his best friends and how a group of guys including someone named Chorong stuck by his side over the years warmed your heart. It was nice to know that not everyone had it as lonely as you who basically missed out on high school and memories from that time to be able to turn your dreams into reality. Your only friends were also in the industry but it made things both easier and harder.

"What about you? What did you mean by this being your last chance?" Seojun asked like a loaded gun but after everything he had just told you, you knew you could trust him with this and being in the industry for a while now, he must have understood, too.

You told him about the rising expectations, about your image and your company's ultimatum. It actually felt nice to talk about with someone other than your manager. Especially since Seojun seemed to understand exactly why you felt conflicted over the matter. You have given your youth to this dream of yours, so giving up on it would have felt like betraying yourself and everyone who believed in you but you weren't sure you could give it another 10 years of your life no matter how much you liked music. You had decent CSATs result, maybe you could have applied for a university program. Seojun even offered to arrange a meeting between you and Suho who was studying to become a proper songwriter.

You talked for hours and ate the tteokbokki even though it had gotten cold long ago and you couldn't remember when was the last time you had felt so light. You felt giddy even with just the tiny bit of alcohol in your system by the time you knew it was time for you to go.

Once you had felt relieved knowing that promoting your duet would be only one performance but recently, you started dreading the moment because that meant that you wouldn't have any more excuse to see Seojun. In the backstage, this time around you greeted Jugyeong like an old friend and teased to give Seojun a funny makeup before walking up to your  own assigned staff members. Your look was full of sparkles and glow fitting the silver colour of your dress, completing the ethereal vibe off the stage you were going to do and the beautiful song you had grown to love so much you held it close to your heart. The last rehearsals went smoothly and if you noticed Seojun's gaze lingering a bit too long, you didn't comment on it.

"Are you nervous?" he asked before the final recording and you knew it would have been unreasonable to deny it, so you replied with a small smile.

"A bit."

"Don't be. You're pretty and you'll do amazing," he reassured you and the way he said those words oh so easy. As if they were natural. As if he believed in you and maybe this was all the reassurance you needed because when you walked up onto the stage, not taking your eyes off his, it felt like it was just the two of you there. All the stress about not being good enough, about being judged for who you were and what you wanted to do with your life was subsided as you focused on the moment, just to sing this one song with one while trying to fight your heart's crazy beating.

You didn't really have the luxury to have crushes. You had always been concentrated on your work, you couldn't let yourself have distractions, especially since love scandals always affected girl worse than guy. At least that was what you told yourself for always putting up a wall around you and guarding your heart all too well. But during the past few weeks, between playful or flirty remarks, between smiles and ruffling hair, Seojun took apart your wall brick by brick even if he wasn't aware.

So it might have been only a few days since you had last seen him but in that rare moment of boredom, alone in your room, you realized that you missed him. Hell, you liked him and the feeling made me want to scream into your pillow as if you were a silly teenager. As if on cue, your phone buzzed with a new message and seeing the KakaoTalk ID made you shy.

duet partner, han seo jun

so...

i've been thinking

you

sounds dangerous but ok

duet partner, han seo jun

don't get sassy with me, miss

you

what have you been thinking about?

duet partner, han seo jun

that i don't want to miss my chance

there's this girl i like

i thought of asking her out

do you think she would say yes?

you

oh. well... why wouldn't she?

i mean, you are talented, handsome, funny and reliable

duet partner, han seo jun

and what about my job? it's busy and a bit crazy

don't you think it would be unfair of me to ask?

you

I think you should let her decide that

duet partner, han seo jun

okay

are you free on friday?

you

um, sure?

duet partner, han seo jun

cool, then go on a date with me?

#han seo jun x reader #seojun x reader #han seojun #han seo joon #true beauty #stories #i just wanted to give him a happy end after ep16 #that's what this is about

[reallyverybored]

Information — (1) TMI || [Jang Joon-woo x reader]

“Is something bothering you?”

You glanced up from your plate with a surprised look. “Me? Why? What makes you thing that?”

Leaning back in the chair, Han-seo smiled at you. “You’re usually not this quiet,” he explained, taking a good look at you. “You can tell me if you feel like talking about it.”

“Nothing’s bothering me, I just have a lot on my mind right now. Mr. Lee and I will meet Babel’s lawyers this afternoon, and just between us, I’m kind of afraid to see what skeletons will fall out of the closet,” you told him as you stretched your arms above your head.

He cleared his throat. “Will they tell you everything?”

“We both signed and NDA when we joined the company, so hopefully they will. That’s the only way we can properly prepare.” You took the last bite of your lunch and looked down at your private phone, searching for something. Once you found the picture you were looking for, you showed it to him. “On a lighter note, I’d be happy if you agreed to meet this friend of mine. I think you would be cute together.”

Shaking his head, Han-seo let out a sigh. “You know it’s complicated. But she really looks nice.” You knew there was more so you patiently waited for him to go on. It had taken him a minute or two, but eventually he said, “Look, I appreciate that you’re trying to set me up with someone, but it’s time to stop playing the matchmaker. It would be better for everyone.”

There it was again, that strange look in his eyes that you couldn’t quite decode yet. It was like guilt, but why would he feel guilty? “I know you and you need to spend more time around people. Being the Chairman of this company doesn’t mean you have to isolate yourself. It’s quite the opposite, actually. Socialize. Meet new people. Try to do something fun for once.”

Suddenly your phone began to beep next to you.

“You have to go?” he asked with an understanding smile.

“Yeah, I don’t wanna be late.”

When you stood up, Han-seo stood up as well. “See you next week, then?” You nodded. “Good luck for the meeting.”

As you took a good look at him, you realized he knew something. Something bad. Damn it, how bad could it be? But you didn’t want to pressure him into giving you a preview so you just said, “Thank you. And go out. Be around people. I’m serious.”

Rolling his eyes, he only waved you to leave the meeting room already. With a cheeky grin, you quickly did as you were told and headed back to your office. Mr. Lee was already waiting for you there, although he didn’t look like he was about to rush you. If anything, he looked curious.

You quickly glanced down at your watch. You still had five minutes until you were supposed to leave so why was he waiting there? “I thought I had more time, I’m sorry,” you said nonetheless.

“We still have some time, don’t worry,” he said as he followed you inside the office. “I wanted to talk to you about something else, actually. Do you think regularly having lunch with the Chairman is a good idea? People will talk.”

“We’ve been friends since high school, let them talk. He didn’t even know I applied for a job here, I only told him on my first day,” you explained calmly while you put your laptop in your bag.

He let out a sigh. “All right, it’s your choice. I’m just a little concerned, that’s all. Be careful. Anyway, it’s time to go if we don’t want to be late.”

The trip to the law firm passed in silence which you didn’t mind this time. All you could think about was your boss’ warning back in the office. Was it really that bad? It was only lunch and you were nothing more but friends. Sure, from the outside some people might see it the wrong way if they don’t know the background, thinking you were just trying to climb the ladder this way.

It was a tough decision to make because you liked these lunches and you knew Han-seo also needed a real friend in the office. If you decided to cancel this regular event, he might assume you’re trying to shut him out. But this wasn’t something you could decide so soon so you focused on the meeting ahead instead.

In the office a receptionist called for someone, and soon a guy around your age showed up with a goofy smile on his face. “Welcome to Wusang. My name is Jang Joon-woo and I will guide you to the meeting. Follow me, please.”

While the two of you followed him, Mr. Lee cleared his throat. “Why do I have a feeling this is going to be interesting?”

“And not in the positive sense of the word,” you added with a groan.

Inside Han Seung-hyuk’s office you were greeted with a warm welcome along with yet another NDA to sign. When you pointed out you already signed one at Babel, the other lawyer, Hong Cha-young informed you that this is between you and the law firm, not Babel. Hesitantly, but you both signed it just to finally begin the meeting.

And this is when the fun began—one skeleton came after another, and when they told you they would send a memo with all the things you’d just heard, you began to zone out. If just half of these things were true, you were in trouble. All it needed was one person to open their mouth and talk to the press, and even if they could cover it up somehow, Babel’s reputation would be already damaged and it couldn’t be fixed that easily.

Then, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that their intern kept watching you with a weird look. At first you didn’t care, but then it began to bother you. A lot. Why was he looking? Why couldn’t he focus on someone else? Or something else? Anything other than you. But he didn’t give up so you flashed an awkward smile at him then turned your attention back to the meeting, hoping he would just give up.

An hour later you were back in the car, but you didn’t leave the parking lot, you just sat there and tried to process what you’d just heard. It was an overwhelming amount of information that filled you with anxiety. It was like a landmine—Babel stepped on it and Wusang was constantly working on keeping it from exploding. And you? You were the collateral damage in case it exploded.

“We heard way too much today, if just one thing gets out, it’s a PR disaster for us,” Mr. Lee suddenly spoke up. “But I still think they didn’t tell us everything. We need another source too.”

“Who?”

“That intern seems to like you,” he said as he looked at you. “This can come in handy.”

He was right, you needed a source, but this had to be a mistake. “Wait, what, you want me to flirt with him?” you asked just to clarify.

“Why not? You can't even say he's ugly.”

“Yeah, he’s not, but—”

“Just think about what’s ahead of us,” he interrupted you. “We need to make sure they don’t keep things from us. And maybe you shouldn’t cancel those lunches after all. We might need some help from above.”

#vincenzo #jang joon woo #jang joon-woo #jang joon woo x reader #jang joon-woo x reader #kdrama #jang han seok #jang han-seok #jang han-seok x reader #jang han seok x reader #jang han seo #jang han-seo #information

[crescent-yoon]

only in my lucid dreams

part 6

"hey," Seojun began with a clear of his throat as we began walking home from eating. "do you ever get these weird kind of dreams?"

i could feel his gaze on me as i tried to think of what he meant. "i mean, i sometimes dream that there's nothing to eat and i'm stuck in the zombie apocalypse?"

"that- that's not what i mean." he laughed as he pulled my wrist as a signal to stop walking. "it's more like deja vu. it's more like you've seen it in a dream and all of a sudden, there it is, happening right in front of you."

"kind of like deja vu?" i asked him, rhetorically just to try and process the question. "i suppose so. i mean, i've seen you before so many times in my dreams-"

i felt as if i should have just denied it because he had an unreadable expression on his face. i was starting to regret it until he smiled at me and pat my head gently.

"still not what i meant, y/n but that's okay." he grabbed my hand with a small chuckle before heading back into the direction of the house.

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"so anything interesting happen today?" Seojun smiled as i exited the school building and immediately held onto his hand.

"not really." i smiled back at him. "just history this, math that."

"sounds boring." he kissed my cheek and gently pulled me along with him as the walk sign on the crosswalk lit up. "i slept through most of my classes."

why did he kiss me? he's never done that before.

out of nervous habit, i had reached for my necklace only to notice that it was no longer on my neck.

"what's wrong?" he asked me as concern lit up his eyes. "you look worried."

"i must have lost my necklace when we were crossing the street."

Seojun glanced back at the crosswalk only to shift from concern to happiness.

"i see it right there." he gently pet my head. "there's still like 20 seconds on the crosswalk. i'll go get it really quick. stay here."

one of my hands reached out for my backpack strap while the other shielded my eyes from the sun so that i could see Seojun clearly.

he started to slightly jog towards me before I had noticed a car making an awfully speedy right turn towards the crosswalk. towards Seojun.

it took me a second to process what was happening but when i did i just knew that i was a second too late.

"Han Seojun!"

and then i had woken up, scared of if this was all just a dream or if this was what Seojun had been talking about earlier.

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Seojun POV

"yeah, it's because my school's annual camping trip is coming up soon so i want something pretty to confess to her." i told the woman at the jewelry counter.

why was i telling her all of this? and who was i talking about? i like someone?

"ah, i see." the woman smiled at me and pulled out a tray of necklaces from the jewelry counter. "i think that these are really the prettiest necklaces to confess to someone."

taking a glance as them all i saw a pretty crescent moon necklace that reminded me of Y/n.

"i'll take this one." i smiled at the lady and waited for her to place it nicely in a bag.

did... i like Y/n?

before i knew it, i could see myself confessing to someone.

and then, i had woken up.

i had checked the date and time on my phone. it was late and i noticed that it was around time for our school's annual camping trip.

i laid in bed just staring at the ceiling until i had heard a knock on my door.

"come in." i groaned, my voice still laced with sleepiness.

i heard the door open and glanced at it as i had seen Y/n walking in looking a bit frightened, raising my concern.

"hey, are you okay?" i sat up as you walked over, fidgeting with your hands.

"i just had a nightmare." you mumbled as you now stood at the edge of my bed, facing me. "can i sleep in here tonight?"

"of course." i gave you a sleepy smile as i slid over to the left side of my bed to make room for you.

"thank you." i heard you whisper as you slid underneath the covers, facing me. "and Seojun?"

"yeah" i asked back, looking at what i could see of your eyes in the darkness of my room, but i could definitely see sleepiness taking over you.

"i think i understood what you meant by deja vu or seeing things in dreams that seem to happen in real life." you mumbled as you unconsciously slid closer to me, freezing cold. "but what are we supposed to do about them and what do i do if you're really in danger?"

i wanted to brush it off as nonsense but it caught me offguard. you realize that these dreams aren't just a coincidence and that we're coincidence? but who was really the one in danger?

you from the debt sharks? or was it really me?

Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5 • Part 6

(I'm sorry that it's been taking me so long to post lately)

#han seo joon #han seojun #han seojun imagine #han seojun x reader #oimld #han seojun x you #only in my lucid dreams

[jovialluminaryalpaca]

True Beauty | Little by Little | Han Seojun x Kang Soojin fanfic series/one shot? Idk

Part 2 , Part 3

This is the first time, I'm posting something on Tumblr, so bear with me haha, I don't know why but I kinda would've loved to see Soojin with Han Seojun after the time leap and her redemption. It's my opinion and I'll feel absolutely grateful if y'all respect it, thank you, I hope y'all will like it.

Warnings: Slight panic attack trigger mention (not edited)

It was late in the evening and it had been an hour since Seojun left the studio for the day, he now sat on one of the stools staring at the empty glass in front of him. He didn't know why he was here but there he was, he remembered coming to this place for the first time, the night he let Jugyeong go back to Suho and after that night, he found himself coming back to this place often, whenever he needed a break or to get away from everything for a while.

He rubbed his face a little too harshly to check if he was sober enough to move and to his luck, he was just tipsy. He paid for his order and bought himself a simple soda before leaving the place. He put his mask and beanie on and kept walking as the cool wind hit him. He kept looking around to see if anyone recognised him but much to his pleasure no one did. His eyes stopped and soon did his feet when his eyes fell on a familiar figure. He blinked twice to make sure if he wasn't hallucinating.

What was she doing here?

He felt bold and decided to walk up to her. He kept walking till he stood a feet away from her. She had pamphlets in her hands and struggled as she tried to hold them steady and approached people to help people in need. She took out another pamphlet out as she felt a figure walk near her and looked up only to freeze in her place. Her words stopped in her mouth as she looked at those eyes. She was not blind to not recognize who was standing in front of her.

He expected his face to lift in a scowl as usual but it didn't. He was surprised, indeed and definitely had no words to speak. He knew that she met Jugyeong and reconciled with her but he never really bothered to know about her whereabouts. But after what he saw in front of him, he definitely didn't want to be that person who would laugh on her face and blame karma and he obviously didn't want to ack like a jerk and rub salt on her open wounds. So he didn't speak a word and just observed her as she stared right back at him.

She changed so much, he observed. Something about her was different, it wasn't like she was not the Kang Soojin he knew in his teen days, she was still her, but she looked so much better, somewhat relaxed and for some reason it felt like whatever that ate her then was not there around her now and it was very visible on her face. He shook his head wordlessly and turned around.

"Ya, Han Seojun." She called out as he stopped in his place. There was silence for a while as she took a deep breath and walked closer to him.

"I owe you an apology." She said as he blinked while his back faced her.

"Can we go somewhere where we can talk alone?" She continued hesitantly expecting him to walk away as soon as those words left her mouth but to her surprise he turned around and looked at her.

"Okay." He said and followed her.

-

"Thank you." Soojin said and bowed a little to the helper and sat in her chair as Seojun studied her.

He leaned forward and took a bite of the food in front of him and she gulped as she faced him finally.

"What I did back then was very foolish of me. I despise myself for stepping down to that level." She said as he listened to her.

"And I don't expect you to forgive me because I am asking you to. I know I'll always carry the guilt of hurting people who trusted me. I owe you an apology, even if what I did wasn't directed towards you." She said as she looked down and placed her palm on the table.

"I'm sorry." She finally said as he slurped his drink.

"It's alright." He said and she looked up with slightly wide eyes.

"What?" He asked as she opened her mouth to say something but closed it again.

"I didn't expect you to forgive me so easily." She said as he placed his drink on the table.

"Like you said, what you did wasn't directed towards me. If Jugyeong gave you another chance, I can do it too. Anyways, We weren't really friends in the first place, so yeah." He said as she nodded and then there was a wave of silence that surrounded them.

She felt grateful that he forgave her.

"You didn't come to Heegyeong unni's wedding?" She asked.

"Yeah, I was busy with my debut and all of that." He replied with a shrug.

"Oh." She replied as he nodded.

"So, you are an idol, now." She said as he looked and rolled his eyes slightly.

"Yes, that I am." He said.

"How does it feel to be one?" She asked.

"Stressful. But, I feel happy that I get to live my dream." He said with a small smile on his face. She smiled back and nodded.

"I thought you didn't come because of well...nevermind." She said as he looked at her and she ignored his gaze and went back to eating her food.

"Honestly, I didn't come because Jugyeong told me that she invited you." He said as she looked up.

"Well, of course, you hate me." She mumbled and to her surprise he heard it.

"I did. But, I don't think quite the same now." He said.

"Does it mean you hate me less now?" She asked as he chuckled to her surprise.

"Weren't you the one who despised me?" He asked as he raised one of his eyebrows and she rolled her eyes.

"Maybe, I was and it was because of obvious reasons." She said in a light humourous tone.

"Is that so? Can I know the obvious reasons please?" He asked as she cleared her throat and lifted her fingers to start counting and he could not help but notice how her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as she revisited those years.

_

"Soojin-ah" Soo ah called out as she held her friend's hand and pulled her along and made her sit on the table where all her friends were seated on. She looked around and found Cho rong eating as Hye min tried her best to control her laughter while looking at her partner and eating her food in silence, Tae hoon was asking Soo ah to eat first and take selfies later because the food might cool down and not taste the same, Jugyeong was explaining something on her phone to Suho as he fed her and then there was Seojun who looked appalled at the sight of the couples that surrounded him. He was seated right in front of her at the corner of the table and sulked as he leaned his head on the pillar next to him and waited for his food. His eyes were closed and disgust was clear on his face. It had been two months since she first ran into him on the road while distributing pamphlets for a charity event and now they were friends and dare she say best friends because it haunted her how comfortable she felt around him and how she actually liked spending time with a guy who once so full of himself. She pushed her leg forward and tapped his shoe. He got startled and opened his eyes to look around and then looked at Soojin who smiled innocently at him. He lips lifted in a scowl as he murmured something and went back to sleep as Soojin chuckled, ofcourse sleep was important.

He jolted up again and looked at her as she was looking at the menu.

"Ya Kang Soojin. When did you come?" He asked.

"A few minutes back." She replied as her eyes checked the menu out and he looked at her and couldn't help but smile as she observed the prices of the food items.

He missed her, it had been a week since they last saw each other because he was busy with recording his new album and couldn't find time to catch up with her as she was busy arranging and hosting charity events.

He cleared his throat as he saw Suho look at him and then at Soojin and went back to feeding Jugyeong as she opened her mouth wide. Seojun rolled his eyes at Suho and scrunched his nose up, he sighed as he relaxed his face and then looked at his phone and scrolled through his social media to find something interesting, his order appeared in front of him when he sat his phone aside. He thanked the waiter and dug in. Soojin just stared at with disgust as he finished the entire plate by the time her food arrived and he shrugged as he looked at her.

A smile appeared on her face before she could stop herself, she shook her head and looked at her plate, neither of them knew what was happening but the entire table looked at them start a new chapter in their own books.

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Soojin sighed as she sat on her table and removed the hand that covered her forehead as she completed her work. Today was a very stressful day for her with so many events to plan but she was happy that she got to relax later as Seojun promised her a meal at her favourite restaurant and then a game night.

She switched the lights off, picked her belongings, locked the room and walked out. She smiled as she remembered how many times Seojun apologised to her for not attending the event which was arranged by her and promised to make it up to her. She didn't know how both of them got there but they did. Her younger self would've laughed on her face if she said that she would be one of Seojun's close friends one day.

To be honest, they were nothing alike, she was smart and he was well kinda dumb, she came from a very different household where she yearned for love from family and he came from a family who absolutely loved him and provided him with as much comfort as possible, she was terrible at singing and his voice was absolutely beautiful, but maybe the difference was something that made them different than the others out there, it made them unique.

She bumped into someone and her smile faltered as she looked at the person. Her heart raced in her chest and she felt terrible memories flood her head and she froze in her place. Tears blurred her vision as she looked at the person in front of her.

"Soojin?" The figure, her father asked and she heard footsteps approach them but she didn't turn around to look at who it was as her eyes were fixed on the person in front of her.

"Ya, Kang Soojin. See, I'm early..." Seojun trailed off as he noticed the presence of another figure around her.

"Get out." She said with anger in her voice as it broke in the end.

"Soojin..." Her father asked again.

"GET OUT." She screamed as both the figures around her remained still in their place, while one was in shock and the other was worried. She waited for a while for her father to leave and when she noticed that her father wasn't leaving anytime soon, she turned the other way and walked past him as Seojun looked at her and followed her outside.

"Soojin?" He called out as she kept walking.

"Soojin?" He called louder but she still didn't stop, her vision was blurry with the tears that kept running down her cheek and she kept wiping them off aggressively. He ran towards her and held her hand to stop her and she turned around to snap at the person who did that but she couldn't when she looked at who it was.

"Come with me." He said softly as he took her to his car and both of them sat inside in silence, he started the car and drove to her apartment. When they reached, she got out without saying a word to him and walked towards the elevator. He locked his car and ran behind to stop her. He was surprised how she managed to get into the elevator in the time he locked his car.

"Soo jin?" He called as he finally caught up with her in front of her apartment and she stopped in her tracks.

She didn't turn around and sniffled quietly.

"Are you alright?" He asked hesitantly. He heard no response, tears didn't stop flowing down her cheeks. His heart dropped at the sight in front of him, he didn't like watching her cry, it hurt him and he didn't understand why it did, but it did. He hesitantly walked closer to her and placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Say something." He said and at that moment she turned around, wrapped her arms around him and broke down in his arms. He was taken aback but he caressed her back slowly to calm her down. She hicupped as he stayed still and let her let it all out.

After a very long time, she finally stopped and let her hiccupping self dettach from him feeling a little embarrassed but he didn't care about it. He held her face and brushed the remaining tears off from her face and gave her a small smile.

"I don't know who that was and what happened. But, all I'll tell is, our past never defines us, it's behind us, it's like a closed book, you are not what you were years ago and I know that after getting to know you in the time we spent together in past few months. Don't let it bother you too much. Okay? Take care." He said as she looked into his warm brown eyes wordlessly and nodded, while she did that, a warm feeling spread all over her body at the closeness of his face and the softness of the tone of his voice and her heart fluttered in her chest.

"Call me if you need anything, but for now, go rest, when you feel better give me a call and no, I didn't forget that meal, we will go grab it when you feel better. Alright?" He asked as she nodded in his palms.

"Good night." He said and smiled at her before letting her go.

"Good night." She managed to croak out as she walked towards her apartment.

She walked in and waved at him and he waved back at her and walked away. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest as she closed the door and leaned her back against it.

It was ironic how someone who once called her a piece of trash and despised her so much comforted her and said that what she did in the past doesn't define who she is now.

A sudden realization hit her like a truck. How was she so oblivious to it? She wondered.

She never felt comfortable around anyone in her life but in Seojun's arms, it felt as if she belonged there. The way he caressed her calmed her wrecking nerves, it just made her feel safe there and as much as she didn't want to accept it and as much she was afraid of being heartbroken again, she knew at the moment that much to her dismay she developed feelings for someone who will look at her the way a friend does, again.

#han seojun imagine #han seojun #hanseojunxkangsoojin #kang soojin #hwang in yeop #park yoona #true beauty #web comics #kang sujin #han seo joon #hanseojunxkangsujin #jujin #true beauty imagine #han seojun x reader #true beauty fanfic #seojun x sujin

[whoseafraidofliloleme]

Invisible Chapter 14

Summary: YN YLN has always been third in Class 2-5, right behind Lee Su Ho and Kang Soo Jin but with both of them having left Saebom Highschool, this is her time to shine. That is until Han Seosangnim asks her to tutor Han Seo Jun. A guy who doesn’t even know she existed.

Ship: Han Seo Jun x Female Reader.

Word Count: 1.2k words.

Very sorry it took so long to update but life really has been killing me, not to mention I have now become obsessed with Enhypen (they are my babies) So this is an early Christmas present from yours truly. Also a sorry since Im probably not going to be updating until the new year. So see ya'll in January I guess. Still sorry this chapter took so long.

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated with any reactions or whatever you want to say. Again I really don't know where I am going with this.

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True Beauty Masterlist.

Chapter 13.

Chapter 14:

This was not how you imagined your first date with Seo Jun going. Not that you’d thought about it in-depth, from the beginning. That’s a lie, from the moment you accepted and then proceeded to tell Hyun Ji and Si Woo. Your sister and Young Joon Oppa, you were imagining how this date would go.

Being in a crowded BBQ restaurant with the rest of your class including Cho Rong and Si Woo was not what you had in mind. The date was going very well, to begin with. Seo Jun picked you up from your house with flowers, that was so sweet, no guy had given you flowers before, and you definitely appreciated the gesture.

Especially the courage that had given you to kiss Seo Jun on the cheek again. It was impossible not to, Han Seo Jun was adorable, shyly giving you the flowers that you handed off to Mi Soo Unnie before kissing his cheek in thanks. Grabbing his hand and getting out of the house. Before Young Joon Oppa could realise what was going on and come to interrogate Seo Jun like he had done to Jae Yi, you were out of the house.

The date was fairly simple. You guys went to the arcade, to begin with, and it was quite obvious that you had a few people following the two of you. Cho Rong and Ju Kyung did a very bad job of hiding whenever either you or Seo Jun turned to look at them. Si Woo and Hyun Ji were better at hiding.

It took Seo Jun some time to even realise that they were also following you. You had already shouted at them in your group chat when you realised and tried to make sure Seo Jun didn’t see them. That didn’t work but by this point, you were just having so much fun, you didn’t care.

So, it was a surprise that as you six were walking around that you found the rest of your class at a BBQ restaurant and joined in. Well, you tried to avoid it, so did Seo Jun but Soo Ah was insisting, and you felt bad. That is when your date, turned into a class dinner. You wanted to get out but didn’t know how to leave without making your classmates feel like you didn’t want to spend time with them.

Making eye contact with Seo Jun, you pleaded with him, your eyes trying to send the message of helping you get out of here. Thankfully Seo Jun got the message and picked up your hand, helped you into your jacket and gave you your bag. Holding your hand, he looked at his classmates. Seo Jun smirked.

“I do not care for you guys anymore and so I’m taking my date and getting out of here, see ya idiots in school” with that, Seo Jun took you out of the restaurant. You looked at him in shock, but he just laughed at your expression before pecking your nose. He honestly didn’t know anyone cuter than you.

You laughed, at least you had gotten out of there. Looking at your joined hands you smiled. You just started walking. No place really in mind, just enjoying the atmosphere with each other.

“I had fun on this date you know.” You shyly told Seo Jun. You avoided eye contact but that didn’t stop Seo Jun from stopping, turning you to look at him and lifting your chin up so you were looking at him.

“I had fun too, wouldn’t mind a second date, or the privilege to call you my girlfriend Princess,” Seo Jun told you smoothly. That had you looking at him in shock. He did not just say what you thought he did.

This was only your first date and he already wanted to call you his girlfriend, was this going too fast. You didn’t know, it had taken half a dozen dates with Jae Yi before he asked you to be his girlfriend, this was unknown territory for you. You stayed silent but were honestly contemplating this. You knew you liked Seo Jun a lot and would’ve asked him out eventually. Or if Hae Sung was still in your life, then nothing would’ve happened. But you were happy here, any time spent with Seo Jun made you happy. He wasn’t the cause of your happiness, but he did things to make you happy, he didn’t make you cry.

Hae Sung really had done a number on you, if just making you happy, the bare minimum made you happy. But the past was something you were still processing especially with the truth that had come out. Which you had told Seo Jun about earlier.

That had been quite the reaction, Seo Jun pleading with you that he should e able to beat up Hae Sung for the manipulation and deception he had done to you. You stopped him but appreciated the reaction.

“Just because I am agreeing to be your girlfriend doesn’t mean that you can get out of our tutoring sessions Han Seo Jun” You teased Seo Jun. Your feelings for Seo Jun weren’t stopping any time soon and you liked the idea of being his girlfriend. You never would’ve thought that agreeing to be Han Seo Jun’s tutor would lead to you becoming his girlfriend months later.

Seo Jun just laughed, he looked at you. His eyes sparkling with joy, Your eyes the same, he looked at you with such softness. You almost couldn’t believe that it was you he was looking at like that. You just smiled before both f you carried on walking towards your house now.

Once reaching your house, you said goodbye and started to walk away from Seo Jun. But something stopped you. Turning to see, Seo Jun was holding on to your hand. You looked at him in confusion. He pulled you closer to him.

“Can I kiss you please my beautiful girlfriend” Without even giving an answer, you got on your tiptoes and pecked Seo Jun’s lips. His face after that had you wheezing on the spot, once he had gotten over that shock, Seo Jun smirked at you. Pulling you closer to him, he then cupped your face and kissed you the way he had wanted to.

You put your arms around his neck and lost yourself in the feeling of kissing Seo Jun. It was everything you had thought it would be. Yet it didn’t feel like the end of anything, it was just the start. The start of your relationship, the first kiss of many.

Both of you lost track of time, not caring that you were outside your house. That is until you heard a loud bang, a door being slammed shut. Seo Jun and you reluctantly pulled away, your arms still around his neck, turning to see that it had been the house next door to your door that had been slammed shut. Lee Hae Sung’s front door had been the door slammed that broke your first kiss. Not that you cared but it did remind you that you still needed to talk to Hae Sung about everything. Sighing, you said goodbye to Seo Jun and went to your door.

Once in the privacy of your room, after you had gushed about your date and boyfriend to Mi Soo Unnie. You took out your phone and unblocked one number, sent a text to Hae Sung, waited for a reply. After seeing the reply, you blocked his number again. Finally, the time to get answers straight from the source was coming and this time you would not be backing down and you most certainly weren’t meeting Hae Sung alone.

Chapter 15.

#true beauty #true beauty tvn #true beauty fanfic #true beauty fanfiction #han seo jun x reader #han seo jun x you #han seo joon x reader #han seo #han seo jun fanfiction #moon ga young #lim ju kyung #My Writing #Zainab's Fanfiction #My Fanfic #hwang in yeop #cha eun woo #lee su ho #hwang in yeop imagine #hwang in yeop fanfic #hwang in yeop x reader #hwang in yeop x you #Invisible Chapter 14 #Invisible Ch 14

[allofuswantgwinam]

this is who i write for atm. I’ll probably add more tv/movie characters and maybe actors eventually

LEE SUHYEOK

https://imadeanewaccount.tumblr.com/post/677235320056676352/hi-can-i-request-femreader-ignoring-suhyeok

https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/681087077159436288/suhyeok-thinking-youre-mad-at-him-he-would-be

https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/679491798291431424/lee-suhyeok-in-bed-really-soft-at-first-is-too

YOON GWI NAM

“please don’t leave me.” https://imadeanewaccount.tumblr.com/post/676597186050523136/2-angst-gwi-nam

gwi nam almost kills you before remembering how much he loves you https://imadeanewaccount.tumblr.com/post/677128111475802112/can-i-have-a-gwi-nam-x-reader-where-gwi-nam

https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/678492889652822016/gwi-nam-x-reader-warnings-18-smut-fingering

https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/679038935403462656/gwi-nam-x-reader-warnings-smut-18-short

https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/679906912758841344/gwi-nam-x-reader-warnings-kinda-short-calls-u-a

https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/679949923865788416/gwi-nam-x-reader-warnings-fluff-slight-smut-at

https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/679323854410252288/gwi-nam-in-bed-d-a-d-d-y-hella-tease-he-likes part 1/ part 2 https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/681073630515462144/gwi-nam-in-bed-pt-2-hehe-loves-pulling-your

https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/679038935403462656/gwi-nam-x-reader-warnings-smut-18-teasing part 1/part 2 https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/679508822417719296/gwi-nam-x-reader-part-2-part-1

https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/681306841402294272/gwi-nam-when-you-make-him-jealous-on-purpose-it

part 1 https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/679323854410252288/gwi-nam-in-bed-d-a-d-d-y-hella-tease-he-likes part 2 https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/681073630515462144/gwi-nam-in-bed-pt-2-hehe-loves-pulling-your

LEE CHEONG SAN

HANG GYEONG SU

https://imadeanewaccount.tumblr.com/post/676427875616948224/i-always-feel-better-when-youre-here-gyeong-su part 1/ https://imadeanewaccount.tumblr.com/post/676862435007791104/welcome-to-my-bs part 2

finding out what happened to him after a big fight and not getting to talk it out because of the zombies https://imadeanewaccount.tumblr.com/post/676783276247121920/hi-ive-been-wanting-to-request-a-gyeong-su-x

https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/679043152681779200/gyeong-su-in-bed-at-first-i-think-hed-be-really

JANG WOO JIN

https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/679993981217767424/jang-wu-jin-in-bed-i-think-he-would-be-a-dom

GONG YOO/SALESMAN/HAN YUN JAE

18+, him introducing the salesman to you turned into a rough quickie on the couch https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/679943545314050048/gong-yoo-x-reader-warnings-18-smut-another

https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/678316325893029888/salesman-x-reader-warnings-18-unprotected

https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/680852316962881536/salesman-x-reader-warnings-18-smut-p-in-v

WI HA JOON/JUN HO/DO SHIK/K

https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/681111997385949184/breaking-up-with-do-sik-hed-probably-laugh-at

https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/680713227232018432/do-sik-x-reader-warnings-fingering-oral-f

RYU SU YEOL/LEE DONG WOOK/SEO MOONJO

https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/680854696809938944/ryu-su-yeol-in-bedk-dominant-but-still

https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/681668799543607297/seo-moonjo-in-bed-honnnnestly-think-hes-a-soft

YOON JONG WOO

MULTIPLE CHARACTERS SCENARIO

18+, hickies: https://imadeanewaccount.tumblr.com/post/677052516750573568/aouadsalesmanjun-ho-x-reader-warnings-some

https://imadeanewaccount.tumblr.com/post/676661062157860864/imagine-smoking-weed-with-aouad-characters

https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/679671459383279616/gwi-nam-x-reader-lee-suhyeok-x-reader-authors

seo moonjo and jong woo https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/682524784195698688/seo-moonjo-x-jong-woo-x-reader-warnings-smut-18

OTHERS/RANDOM

ryu tae suk https://allofuswantgwinam.tumblr.com/post/678818768886120448/ryu-tae-suk-x-reader-warnings-18-smut-pretty

#aouad x reader #gwi nam #gwi nam x reader #lee suhyeok #jang wu jin x reader #lee suhyeok x reader #gong yoo x reader #salesman x reader #gyeong su x reader #cheong san x reader #ryu su yeol #lee dong wook #seo moonjo #jong woo

[justanotherwriter243]

Carnation (epilogue) - Han Seojun x Reader

“Has anyone called Seojun yet?”

Your head perks up at the faithful name.

“Seojun is coming?” your voice comes out slurred.

Someone pats you on the shoulder to comfort your drunk self. Your surroundings are becoming hard to keep up with.

“I’m here,” his voice is like a sweet melody ringing out above the loud chaos of the restaurant.

“Seojunie~” you can’t help but hold out your arms to him.

He looks as breathtaking as that day he brought you a bouquet of bright, blue Dahlias to your graduation.

He rushes over, putting his hands on your cheeks. Your arms land on his waist, squeezing tightly. Almost as if you’re afraid he’ll disappear if you let go. Hands sneaking under his checkered coat.

You think back to that day of your graduation. Funnily enough, you held a bouquet of pastel lilac flowers, mixed with soft blue Salvias. As the two of you approached the other, neither of you could bite back the toothy smiles on your face. When you finally reached him, your head fell in embarrassment.

“Ms.Yoon,” was all you could say.

Ms. Yoon, the owner of the flower shop the two of you frequently visited, must’ve realized you were both gifting each other boutiques. The two assortments seemingly fit together effortlessly. The soft purple and blue hues complemented each other well. She probably got a kick out of the youngsters nervously buying flowers for the other. It got a chuckle out of both of you.

"Blue flowers themselves stand for hope and the beauty of new beginnings," Ms. Yoon had told you with a smile, "The lilac is associated with a first love,"

Before he could hand you his assortment, you put yours in his hands. Making a comment about how pretty he looked next to them. A blush brushed his cheeks but he smiled regardless. He was quick then to pull you in by the waist and tickle your forehead with his lips. There was no need for arbutus flowers when the coalition of the delicate blue bouquet spoke for itself.

“Hi,” you speak now, eyes sparkling as they had on the day of your graduation, “I missed you,”

“We grabbed breakfast together this morning,” he points out.

“But you left me for your agency afterward,” you pout.

“I was rehearsing,” He let out a loud sigh. Eyes squinting in feign annoyance, “I texted you, too,”

Your hands are pulling him in closer, awkwardly trying to get the long-legged man into your lap. He doesn’t let you, but the blush on his cheeks doesn’t go ignored by the rest of the group. They tease, asking if you needed a room. Both you and he ignore it, and—luckily—it dies down quickly.

“How much did you drink?” he takes one hand and rubs the top of your head soothingly. You close your eyes at the feeling. Chuckles echo among the table of your high school friends at your interactions.

“We only took a few shots,” someone lets him know, you think Sua.

When you open your eyes again, Seojun is examining your face with careful eyes.

“Get your things, bub,” your stomach flips at the name. Regardless of telling you to do it, he helps you collect your things. Even leaving some cash on the table for your meal.

Your friends let out whines at the corniness, but you don’t care. Before you know it, you’re secured on his back making your way out of the restaurant. The two of you weave through the streets. You, nuzzling your face into his neck. You notice how long his hair is getting and wonder how long you can convince him to grow it out. Surely his agency can let it get an inch or two longer. You kiss his neck as a means to comfort it. I won’t let him cut you.

He shudders at it, but doesn’t say anything.

“Hey,” you whine and he hums, “put me down,”

He shakes his head, “you’re too drunk,”

“I have to tell you something,” you whisper sultry into his ear, “it’s a secret,”

Seojun can’t help but give in to you when you use that tone. He carefully sets you down and you stand up slowly, adjusting to balancing on your own. You realize then he’s wrapped his coat around your shoulders.

“You always take such good care of me,” your tone suddenly shifts. The alcohol in your system is surely to blame. Seojun’s heart rate picks up at the way your voice starts to shake. “I’m not sure what I did to deserve you, but I’m thankful you’ve stuck with me for so long,”

He’s standing close to you, holding you by the shoulders. He mutters out your name.

“What’s wrong?”

You’re quick to shush him. Putting a finger up to his lips. You’re overwhelmed with how many emotions rush through your skin.

“Listen carefully,” your voice drops to a whisper. He doesn’t dare say a word.

“Do you like Messi?”

Silence. Then, he laughs.

The loud noise that escapes his lips catches you by surprise. Relief floods his veins.

“Don’t laugh!” you hit him.

When his chuckle dies down, he moves his hands up to your face again.

“I’m sorry,” His lips tug up.

“I hate you,” you’re still annoyed, shoving his hands away.

“You love me,” he spits back.

“I do love you,” your speedy response has his heart skipping a beat, “Now say it back,”

“I love you, too, bub,” he pulls you in for a hug, “always have,”

“Are you dating anyone?” you suddenly ask and he’s laughing again. Chest rising up and down.

You relish being held by him in the cold night. The breeze sobers you up a bit and you don’t want to pull away, or go home for that matter. Afraid of the teasing that will come the next morning. No doubt your boyfriend of one year will bring up the fact you forgot who he was.

“Let’s get you home, petal,”

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prt 1 prt 2

#seojun han #han seo joon #seo joon x reader #true beauty seojun #true beauty fanfic #true beauty #that line is a reference to weightlifting fairy btw #🫶🫶

[a-write-for-soreeyes]

Making Bets | Seo-Joon [True Beauty] x Gender Neutral!Reader

summary: making bets with your boyfriend Seo-Joon was NEVER a good idea, but when a no kiss bet with a promise of a week of dates comes up, how could you refuse?

word count: 2280

a/n: sorry i’ve been so absent! it’s been really hard to finish writing anything i’ve started recently but i’ve got something in the works i hope you all enjoy! :D <3

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Making bets with Han Seo-joon was never a good idea. But, when the prize was a full week where the winner gets to choose a week of dates… how could I say no.

“y/n I don’t get why you said yes to this bet, we all know you can’t even last through first period without a kiss from Seo-joon.” Soo-a said as she cuddled further into Tae-hoon’ side on the bench across the lunch table, “yah, we all know you guys are all over each other whenever possible,” Tae-hoon groaned out leaning his head on Soo-a’, “speak of the devil.” looking up from shuffling food around my tray I saw Seo-joon approaching the table trailing just behind Ju-kyung and Soo-ho’s linked arm forms looking a little more than disgruntled at the couple walking in front of him.

“Hello love birds, how nice of you to grace us with your presence on this fine monday morning.” Tae-hoon teased as the other couple sat next to me, Seo-joon taking the last spot to the right of Soo-a, across from me.

“What Seo-joon, not going to kiss your partner hello?” Soo-ho joked as he kissed Ju-Kyung’ cheek before picking food up from his plate and feeding her.

“Morning.” Seo-joon whispered, barely sparing me a glance before looking back at his tray. “Morning babe.” I whispered back.

“So y/n...I heard you and Seo-joon made a bet over the weekend. What’s up with that?” Ju-Kyung asked pushing her hair over her shoulder and turning my way, “oh,” clearing my throat, “Well, Seo-joon's friends were complaining over the weekend about how much we kiss each other in front of them, so we decided to make a bet on how long we could go without kissing each other, and whoever caves in first loses. But, the winner gets to decide a full week of dates the loser has to pay for.” I stated.

“OOO! That sounds fun! We both know you guys though, and we know you both wont last 3 days!” Soo-a joked, causing the rest of the table to laugh, “what plans do you have to win?” she continued.

“Well, I’m not sure to be honest,” I chuckled running a stressed hand through my hair, “I think I’m just going to try and focus on something else other than kissing him, even though that’s going to be hard.” I said laughing a little, sticking my tongue out at Seo-joon just to tease him.

“Well if you need any help y/n just let us know, Ju-kyung and I would be happy to help!” Soo-a said, as everyone returned to their lunches.

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“y/n it’s been 2 days and you’re already starting to annoy us with all your whining about missing your ‘sweet precious Seo-joon’” Soo-jin joked, making a silly whiny voice at the end causing the other girls around the table with us to laugh at her terrible impression of me.

“Ya Soo-ho has been telling me about how annoying Seon-joon has been about this whole bet thing and he’s just about ready to kill him.” Ju-kyung laughed.

Sighing I took a sip of my milkshake, “I know, we’re so annoying but I don’t know what to do, I really miss him, but I don’t want to have to pay for all the dates we’d be going on.”

“Well why don’t you try to seduce him?” Soo-jin started, “I mean you’re closing at your work tomorrow right? Why don’t you invite him over for a late night swim after you close? I mean your boss shouldn’t mind if you don’t tell them right?”

“That’s,,,that’s not a bad idea Soo-jin.”

“Ya! And you can ask him tomorrow at school in front of all his friends! He’d be crazy to say no in front of them! especially to a makeout session in a pool!” Ju-Kyung reasoned, Soo-a shaking her head in agreement at our master plan.

“Alright then! Tomorrow at school.” I stated, taking the last sip of my milkshake.

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“Hey baby.” I said walking right up to Seo-joon in the hallway, effectively stopping Seo-joon and his posse in their tracks.

“Oh, uhh, hey honey, how’s it going?” Seo-joon said, startled by my sudden appearance in front of him.

“Hey y/n!” one of Seo-joons friends said cheerfully. Paying his friend no mind I started to lean in closer to Seo-joon, causing him to lean his head back to avoid mine.

“So listen, I was thinking about going swimming at my work later? My boss is letting me close alone tonight since I’ve got the late shift?” I said leaning in closer with each sentence. Looking into Seo-joon's widened eyes at my statement.

Hearing his friends muffled laughing from behind him, he cleared his throat composing himself, “thanks for the offer baby but uh- i'm busy tonight.” he said hurriedly, before pushing past me and making his way into the classroom behind us, sitting at his desk hiding his flushed face and trying to ignore his friends teasing.

Looking over to Soo-a and Ju-Kyung I shook my head. Soo-a's expression turned to one of disappointment and Ju-Kyung letting out a hufft that our plan hadn’t worked.

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“Soo-aaaaaa, our plan didn’t wooorrrrkk.” I whined, placing my head on my hand and leaning against the lunch table, “I don’t know what I'm supposed to do anymore, it’s been 6 days and I miss him.”

“y/n dude we know you miss him but you gotta stop talking about how much you miss him, it’s all you’ve been talking about since this whole bet started.” Tae-hoon complained.

“Listen, it’s not my fault that he’s so perfect and that every time I see him I just wanna kiss his perfect lips.” I whined my head slipping down my arm as I stared at Seo-joon from across the lunch room.

“Well if I were you and I wanted to avoid kissing my boyfriend I would just ignore him until he gives in.” Ju-kyung said between mouthfuls of rice and meat off of her lunch tray, “thanks babe.” Soo-ho said sarcastically as he looked at Ju-kyung blank faced, “no problem honey, only telling you the truth.” She joked before giving him a quick kiss on the lips, which he gladly accepted.

“I hate you guys and your cute-and-able-to-kiss-each-other, relationships.” I sighed, “well I guess ignoring him until he gives in isn’t such a bad idea.”

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“Hey baby.” Seo-joon whispered as he placed his arm above me on the wall leaning in. “h-hey Seo-joon, how-how’s your day been?” I stuttered out trying to look him in the eyes, “My day’s better now that I've seen you.” He stated, gently lifting my face to properly look him in the eyes. “Listen honey, I have to get going to class but how about after school I take you to that book store you’ve been begging me to take you to”,

“Y-yeah, that would be nice thanks.”

“Good.” He leaned in to kiss me, feeling his warm breath fan across my face, causing me to flush. Closing my eyes I waited for the final push of his lips against mine, but instead felt the cold take the place of his warm breath as he suddenly pulled away his light laughter mixing with the small snickers of his friends watching the interaction, “see ya later baby.” he stated walking off down the hallway, his friends chasing after him, congratulation him on the little stunt he pulled on me. Seeing Ju-kyung, Soo-a and Soo-jin shaking their heads out of the corner of my eye, Soo-jin tutted “using your own tactic against you, that’s evil. but, man, you’ve got it bad for that boy. Good luck paying for all those dates.”

“I’m gonna have to try a lot harder to ignore him if he’s going to keep pulling stunts like that.” I sighed.

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It’s been 8 days since the bet had started, and it hadn’t gotten any easier to not kiss him. We’ve been effectively avoiding each other, this afternoon at school being the first time we’ve spoken since last thursday.

“Thanks for paying my bus fee. You didn’t have to do that” I thanked Seo-joon awkwardly as we took a seat at the very back of the bus.

“Of course, you’re my partner, you think I'd make you pay your own bus fee?” he laughed lightly, reaching out for my hand. Quickly yanking my hand away from his grasp I cleared my throat fixing my uniform shirt, looking away before I could get drawn back in by him.

“How was your day? You know besides great because now you’re seeing me.” he joked trying to drag my gaze away from the window to my left, “it was fine thanks, boring but you know how it is, stressed for the test on friday though.” I tried to joke, switching my gaze from the window to my fingers, playing with the hem of my dressshirt.

Sitting in awkward silence for the rest of the bus ride, we finally arrived at the small corner bookstore Ju-kyung recommended I check out.

“You know I could have just driven us here on my motorcycle right?”

“Well yeah but you know how I feel about your motorcycle, you’re gonna get killed on that think Seo-joon.” I joked, knocking his shoulder lightly, trying to lighten the mood from the tense bus right here. “Here let me get that for you.” Seo-joon said softly as he grabbed the door handle pulling it open for me to enter the warmth of the small store.

“Ah welcome!” the man at the front desk said as he pulled his headphones up from his neck to cover his ears, “FEEL FREE TO LOOK AROUND.” he yelled over the blasting rock music coming from his headphones.

Seo-joon and I quickly thanked him before walking further into the winding stacks of manga, making sure to be well out of earshot before bursting into fits of giggles over the yelling of the man at the front desk, calming down slightly before hearing him knock over a drink and letting out a few loud curses, throwing us back into our fits of giggles, leaning in Seo-joon's warmth trying to calm down.

Pulling away from him I cleared my throat before making my way further into the store fixing my uniform sweater to try and calm my warming face. Hearing Seo-joon clear his own throat before following a few steps behind me.

Running my fingers softly over the spines of manga looking for a title that grabbed me, I scanned the bookshelf spotting a title I recognized. “Seo-joon look!” I spoke excitedly pointing to the book I recognized on the top shelf, “My sister and I used to read them when we were younger, we would fight over our single copy for hours trying to read it before the other was able to.” I laughed lightly at the memory, not noticing Seo-joon's soft gaze watching me ramble about my childhood. Reaching up to try and grab the book I switched to standing on my tiptoes stretching my arm up as far as possible mumbling to myself, cursing my parents for making me so short. Just as I felt my finger tips brush the cracked spine of the manga a large hand came out of my right field vision grabbing the book off the shelf for me. “Ah thank you baby.” I thanked Seo-joon turning to him, reaching out for the book he still held in his much larger hands, however being slightly startled at how close he was actually standing to me.

Standing still for a few moments just looking at each other I broke the silence, “thanks for grabbing that for me. Could I please have the book now?” my voice coming out in barely a whisper. Not getting any sort of response from Seo-joon I asked him, “Seo-joon? What’s wrong ba-” not being able to get through the full sentence before feeling the breath knocked out of me as Seo-joon pressed his lips against mine, effectively ending the bet in one, beautiful, breathtaking, sweet kiss.

Pulling back after a few moments to catch out breath I looked up at him, eyes slightly closed still relishing in the feeling of the kiss we shared, a soft warm light coming from the shop's eclectic lighting fixtures, haloing him making him look more ethereal than I have ever seen him. “Sorry I didn’t ask you if I could kiss you, but I just saw you rambling about the book you were passionate about, and you look so cute with your hair falling in front of your face like it is,” he whispered lovingly pushing a strand of hair out of my sight, “and I just realized. I love you.” he stated, taking a deep breath in waiting for my reaction to his first confession.

Looking at me worriedly waiting for my reaction. “I love you too Seo-joon” I whispered, standing on my tiptoes, burying my face in his neck embarrassed at the first proper confession of our love for each other. Feeling Seo-joon smile into my neck he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer into his warm body, standing back, flat on my feet he buried me further into his chest, the both of us relishing in the warmth the others love provided.

“You know, I think our first date this week should be the movies tomorrow.” I started to laugh, feeling his chest rumble beneath my head he sighed lightly,

“You’re going to drain my bank account dry this week with these dates aren’t you?”

“Hahaha! Maybe I am. It’s only because I love you though.”

“I love you too”

#true beauty #true beauty kdrama #seo joon #seo joon x reader #kdrama #kdrama x reader #seo joon imagine #x reader #x gender neutral reader #gende neutral reader

[reallyverybored]

Information — (2) Coffee date || [Jang Joon-woo x reader]

<part 1>

“I’m a little surprised that you agreed to meet me today,” you told Joon-woo when the waiter put your orders in front of you. “I thought your bosses kept you on a shorter leash.”

“And I’m surprised you really called me,” he said with a grin, completely ignoring your comment. “You turned me down pretty fast when I asked you out, I thought you didn’t want anything from me.”

Oh, right, it was supposed to be a date. Damn it. “Why would I give in right away? Where’s the fun in that?” you asked with the best fake smile you managed to provide in this situation.

“I like your way of thinking,” Joon-woo told you. “So what exactly do you do at Babel?”

“We’re responsible for media relations. It’s not as exciting as it sounded when I applied for the job, but I’m not saying that I’m always bored out of my mind either.”

He let out a long, humming sound as he took a good look at you. “I don’t know, it sounds fun to me. I remember you from a Babel press conference, by the way. We had to attend one about a month or two ago. It was exciting with all those cameras around. I always liked the idea of being someone whose job is to talk to the press, even though I would probably be terrible at it.”

He looked like an excited little puppy as he talked, but there was something that alarmed you about it. There was no way this guy was this shallow, there had to be more to this answer. “I hate the cameras,” you suddenly blurted out. “And it’s not really the camera I hate, more like the way people suddenly begin to act around it.”

“You’re so negative,” he pointed out before he picked up his cup and took a sip of his coffee. “It’s not healthy, you know. You should try to—”

“I’m fine like this, thanks,” you barked a bit harsher then intended.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” Joon-woo took a quick look at his watch then said, “You have to go back to the office soon, right?”

You nodded. “Yeah, but I’m not in a rush yet. So why don’t you tell me about your job? Wusang seems to take care of a lot more than just simple legal cases for Babel. It must be really eventful.”

For long seconds he remained silent and you began to wonder if you’ve just crossed a line with your little comment. Even if both you and your boss assumed there was more to the story than you had been told despite signing the NDA, neither of you had proof. And this is where Joon-woo came into the picture. He had access to the type of information you needed. You couldn’t screw up this early on.

“Well, I’m just an intern, I don’t do much. Sometimes they ask me to copy documents which I hate because it’s soooo boring. But hopefully I can become a partner at the firm one day,” he explained without stopping to take a breath.

You let out a relieved sigh and flashed a supportive smile at him. “Well, I hope you’ll succeed. As long as you like your job, you have every chance. Okay, I mean, you can still hate what you do and have an excellent career, but you know what I mean.”

“Good thing I like this job and I can learn a lot there,” he nodded with a smile. “Hong Cha-young is a great lawyer so I’m grateful to work with her. What about your boss? It seemed like you were on good terms with him.”

This meeting was going nowhere. He either knew what you were trying to do and deliberately dodged your attempts, or you were simply unlucky. If you wanted results, it seemed like you had no choice but to meet him again some other time. As you thought about your answer, your brain finally began to register little details of his face. He was handsome. Really handsome. Why couldn’t he be ugly? This stupidly cute face was becoming distracting.

Distracting… Right, he had asked you a question. “Yeah, I consider myself lucky because he values my work and opinion. Mr. Lee is a great mentor, maybe I could even call him a friend.”

“That’s good,” he said quietly. “What are you doing tomorrow after work? We could go out for dinner.”

Before you could respond, your phone lit up on the table. It was an incoming call from Han-seo and you didn’t miss the surprised look on Joon-woo’s face when he saw the name. You ignored the call and flashed an apologetic smile at your date.

The surprised look remained, but he began pointing at the phone with his jaw dropped. “Was this the chairman of Babel? Wow, you work with him directly?”

“Sometimes, yes. But we’ve been friends for years so I never know if it’s a professional or personal call,” you explained awkwardly without even thinking about what you were saying. Your brain was beginning to shut down partly because of his stupidly handsome looks, and partly because you badly wanted to pick it up to see what Han-seo wanted. “Anyway, about tomorrow. I don’t really have plans so we can meet if that’s what you want.”

“Sure. But as much as I enjoy this date, we should go before we’re both late,” he said, the tone of his voice suddenly changing. “See you tomorrow.”

“Yes, see you then.”

Something changed after the call. You couldn’t quite put a finger on it on the way back to the office, but something was definitely off about the way he reacted. Was he jealous? Or did his lawyer brain kick in and did he assume you being friends with the chairman of the company was a liability? What the hell was his problem?

But as long as he didn’t cancel your upcoming date, it didn’t really matter. He was beginning to talk which was good. The more he talked, the bigger the chance he would eventually talk. Maybe this fake dating wouldn’t be that hard after all.

“Hi there, you called?” you asked as you entered Han-seo’s office half an hour later. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t pick up.”

“It’s okay, I just wanted to ask you if you’d like to hang out with me tomorrow. I suddenly have a free night and I don’t know what to do with it,” he admitted.

Tomorrow evening? Why was that time slot so popular today? “I’d be happy to go but I’m going on a… date.”

“Oh, you’re dating someone?” he asked, sounding a little taken aback. “I’m surprised you’ve never mentioned him. Is it serious? And who is he anyway?”

You let out a sigh and sat down across from him. Should you be honest? He was your friend, he surely wouldn’t judge you for your plan. “It’s pretty fresh. Mr. Lee and I went to Wusang the other day and we have a feeling they didn’t tell us everything. This needs to stay between us, but we have a plan. This intern who works on Babel’s cases seems to like me and we decided to use it to our advantage. So no, it’s not serious.”

The look on Han-seo’s face darkened as he thought about what you said. “What’s his name?”

“Maybe you’ve already met him—his name is Jang Joon-woo,” you replied casually.

And this was when the remains of his smile disappeared at once. Did they know each other? Why did he react like that? But you didn’t want to corner him with a series of questions so you decided to back off for now. But the more time that passed, the more anxious you became.

“Just be careful, okay? I know this sounds like a good idea, but what if he finds out you’re trying to manipulate him?” he asked worriedly after what felt like an eternity. “Promise me you’ll be careful, please.”

“Okay, I promise,” you said quickly. “What is wrong with everyone today? First it was him when he saw you calling me, now y—”

“Wait, he knows that I called you?” he interrupted you.

You nodded then slightly tilted your head to the side. “Yeah, he was sitting right there and noticed your name on the screen,” you replied, curious to find out why he looked almost scared by the thought. Your friendship was an open secret at Babel.

“I see.”

“What’s wrong with that? I told him we were friends.”

He shook his head with a clearly forced smile. “No, it’s okay.”

A part of you wanted to pressure him into giving you an answer but you decided to give him some space for now. If he wanted to tell you, he would. Hopefully it was nothing serious.

#vincenzo #jang joon woo #jang joon woo x reader #jang joon-woo #jang joon-woo x reader #jang han seok #jang han seok x reader #jang han-seok #jang han-seok x reader #jang han seo #jang han-seo #information

[crescent-yoon]

only in my lucid dreams

part 1

the snow covered gravel crunched almost delicately underneath my sneakers. being in a rush, i didn't have much time to put on boots or even proper winter attire, just my uniform. i hadn't managed to eat breakfast nor had i managed to rest well last night. i had seen you again last night as i always do.

your eyes - piercing though soft - gazed at me as intensely as always. your soft pink lips and raven hair the same as always. usually whenever you had visited me in my dreams, you had almost always worn casual wear or you were sporting a leather jacket along with your helmet in your hand.

only... this time was different. when you had greeted me, you were sporting a school uniform. the uniform was familiar to me - it was my school's colors, my school's uniform - why had you been wearing it?

"why are you wearing that?" i asked, knowing me, i most likely couldn't hide the curiosity that played on my face. "it's... a bit different from your usual attire, Seojun."

"yes, well, my mom is a bit sick so my sister and i need to switch schools." he tilted his head to the side just a bit, a mix of sincerity and playfulness playing on his expression. "why? are you happy that we're going to the same school, Y/n?"

"so happy i could have a heart attack right now from the overwhelming joy that i'm feeling right now?" i playfully rolled my eyes at him only to receive a light shove in response.

"yeah, yeah. no need to go overboard." he laughed as he took my hand into his own. "besides, i used to attend this school but things got crazy in my life so i had to move away."

"makes sense, i suppose." all that i could muster up was a few words every time he touched me with such affection. even though he was just someone who was part of my dreams, i couldn't help but be emotionally attached to him.

the sight, the feeling, the sounds. all of it felt unbelievably... real.

"earth to Y/n?" he playfully and softly tapped the bottom of my chin to gain my attention. "clearly you weren't listening but i asked you if you-"

and then my alarm clock had went off and i had to spend my morning getting ready for school.

snapping out of my thoughts, i had walked past the snow covered trees towards the school gates. until i had seen it. until i had seen... you.

the feel of your hand in mine, the racing of my heart, the intensity of your face. every bit of it feels so... surreal when i'm asleep. why is it you, han seojun? why do you keep appearing in my dreams like this? at first... at first i thought that you were only meant to be a figment of my imagination. someone that i had made up in spite of my loneliness.

until now, having seen you in front of the school gates. had you always attended here? and once again i had thought nothing of it. though you looked exactly like you did in my dreams - soft, pink lips and piercing eyes - it could all just be... an eery coincidence. but when our eyes met, i knew. i knew that i had been wrong.

should i approach you? if i did, would i look strange? should i pretend as if i had never seen you before? technically, i hadn't seen you before, not in person, but you looked too much the same as i had seen you the night before.

however, unlike me, you managed to wear a winter coat. though the snow continued to gently land on your eyelashes and melt on your cheeks and nose.

those same piercing eyes, they were filled with familiarity, as if you had seen me before. do you recognize me? you seemed to.

i was going to muster up the courage to approach you until your friend had dragged you away with the ring of the bell, leaving me to my thoughts.

who were you, Han Seojun? were you real or imaginary? were you some sort of hallucination? did we know each other or were you only in my lucid dreams?

snapping out of my thoughts and out of the cold weather, i entered the school building and inside of class 2b. and there our gazes met again.

then i had remembered you told me that you were moving schools, wearing the same school uniform. surely i remember it as a dream. right?

what if... what if i could tell the future? somehow determined that this could be the answer, i put my hands to the temples of my forehead and concentrated really hard to see if it could be true, but had achieved nothing.

"um.. are you okay, y/n?" Suho had asked me, giving me a concerned look while his girlfriend Jugyeong felt my forehead to check my temperature.

"ahaha, yes, well." i looked down only to hear someone let out a laugh. when i turned, i had turned to see you. Han Seojun.

"so weird." he continued to laugh as he shook his head. "what are you even doing, Y/n?"

"huh?" i tilted my head in confusion. "how do you-"

"nametag." he pointed at the silver plated pin on my jacket before looking out into the hallway from the classroom window.

alright, so i hadn't had the powers of foresight. maybe it was hallucinations then, that was a bit more logical after all. testing my limits, i mentally apologized to Seojun and pinched the back of his neck. hard.

"why? what do you want so bad that you have to pinch me on my neck like that?" he scolded me, raising his voice slightly.

seeing my classmates turn their head towards us, i quickly came to the conclusion that i hadn't been hallucinating. Seojun was real as can be.

quickly, i apologized and hurried back to my seat. i had never been more grateful to see our teacher walk in and start the class. though i couldn't help but to feel Seojun's gaze on me.

the day had been over with and as the students had exited the building, i noticed that the snowfall had gotten worse and now i had dreaded the walk home.

with a sigh, i began taking a step forward before a hand had pulled me into someone's chest. his chest.

"Han Seojun?" i looked up in surprise after he released me. "what's wrong?"

"i know it's a bit weird of me to request something of you when we just met but i need you to trust me." he frowned as he took off his jacket and wrapped it around me. "don't go home today. i need you to come with me."

i hardly even know you. you don't know me at all. i've only see you in my dreams. so, why. why did my brain and my heart feel the need to say:

"i trust you"

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