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heliomeraki · 5 years

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Drunken Confession

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Seungyoun x Reader (no gender specified)

Summary: You get drunk and confess to Seungyoun but he refuses to believe you until you’re sober.

I had a dream that I liked so much I decided to share it with the fandom in the form of an imagine. I don’t know if it’s good or if i’ll write more of these but I hope you guys will enjoy xx

It’s been three hours since your friend Jimin’s birthday party started, needless to say you were far from being sober. You were not being obnoxious or loud like clichés often portray drunk people to be. Alcohol simply gave you the boost of courage and confidence you lack in your daily life. Which is why you were now standing in front of Seungyoun, the man you’ve liked for so long. You were ready to confess while the “magical elixir” was in your body.

“I’m so in love with you Seungyoun, it doesn’t even make sense”, you said giggling. The expression on his face was difficult to read, almost blank but the gleam in his eyes was enough to give you even more confidence than you already had. You gently cupped his face with your hands to kiss him but your surprise was great when he grabbed your wrists and took a step back. You tilted your head to the side as a demand for him to explain himself.

“You don’t know what you’re saying, you’re drunk”, he said with a small voice. You looked at him with disbelief in your eyes and started laughing. You tried to quickly collect yourself because the alcohol in your system made you very dizzy.

“Sweetie, I’m also in love with you when I’m sober” He suddenly looked at you with a lot of hope in his eyes but quickly shook his head.

“I’ll kiss you if you confess to me when you’re sober”, he said before joining Hansol near the pool. This left you thinking hard and heavy. You were not sure you’d remember what happened tonight and even if you did, there was no way you’d get the courage to confess.

The next morning, you woke up next to Jimin, pretty hungover. You managed to get out of bed and walked straight to the kitchen. Somehow, you were the first one awake in the whole house. You made your way past the mess on the floor, towards the fridge and poured yourself a glass of water.

“Good morning” You got startled by the voice coming from behind you and dropped half the content of your glass on the floor.

“You can’t possibly still be drunk” said Seungyoun while chuckling. He grabbed some paper towels and wiped it on the floor before you could even move. “I’m not drunk anymore, just hangover” He looked at you with a soft smirk. “Yeah, you did drink quite a lot last night”

He pulled a chair for you, inviting you to sit before opening a cupboard, pulling a cooking pot from it. “I’ll make a hangover soup for you, it won’t take too long” You looked at him with absolute heart eyes because he always took such good care of you. You thanked him and watched him as he was working his magic. “Do you even remember anything about last night ?” That was a very good question. Did you ? You tried to think but the only thing you remembered was helping with the decorations and welcoming the guests with Jimin, Jinwoo and his girlfriend. “I don’t, actually... Why ? I didn’t do anything embarrassing, did I ?” You were suddenly worried about what could’ve happened. You never had to think back about your drunken nights because you never do anything regretful or out of place but Seungyoun asking that question put your senses in alert. You glanced at him and your worry became mixed with curiosity when you saw his disappointed face. That’s when it all came back. Your confession. You remembered your every word and suddenly wanted to leave the kitchen and go hide under the blankets of Jimin’s bed. You couldn’t even look at him. You almost swore to yourself you’d never drink alcohol ever again when Seungyoun’s words came back in mind. “I’ll kiss you if you confess to me when you’re sober” A lightbulb flashed above your head. He liked you back... right ? You couldn’t think of a single other reason he would say that to you. He snapped you out of your thoughts when he put a bowl of steaming soup in front of you. “Drink up”, he said, sitting in front of you. You grabbed the bowl and started blowing on it to cool it down. You started thinking deep again. You felt a brand new rush of confidence. Maybe the little amount of alcohol that was still left in your system gave you a kick in the ass but you decided that you needed to say it.

Seungyoun ?” He looked at you with hope in his eyes. That’s what you thought, he was waiting for your to confess again. You took advantage of this newfound rush of confidence to grab his hand before looking at him in the eyes. “Could you pour me a glass of water ?” He was taken aback, you could tell. You decided to play a little with him. You were in position of power for once, you couldn’t let that go.

During the whole day, the two of you, along with a few members of X1 and a couple of Jimin’s friends stayed to clean up the place. You played with Seungyoun a few times throughout the day. Even when Hangyul briefly mentioned your confession, you managed to completely dodge it.

When the house was clean and everybody started leaving, you decided that you’d had enough of the teasing. Seungwoo, Hangyul and Seungyoun being the last ones in the house, they were saying goodbye to you and Jimin. Your girl friend accompanied the boys to the leader’s car but you decided to have a talk with your crush right then. You called out his name but he barely even looked at you.

“I have to go, the boys are waiting for me” He looked upset and started walking towards the car. Maybe you took all this teasing a little too far. You instantly felt very guilty and quickly grabbed his wrist. “Seungyoun... please”, you begged. He stopped and turned around, looking into your eyes, waiting for you to speak. You had trouble letting your feelings out so you stayed mute for a little while. That confidence you had when you woke up was nowhere to be found anymore. You had to force yourself to hold his gaze. I’ll kiss you if you confess to me when you’re sober. His words resonated in your head to give you motivation.

“I love you” Finally, you said it. And it felt very good. “I’m so in love with you Seungyoun, it doesn’t even make sense” You thought confessing the exact same way you did the night before would put him at ease... and it did. His gaze on you softened and he gave you a warm smile. “You were playing with me all day, weren’t you ?” You nodded, an apologetic smile creeping up on your lips. “I genuinely thought you didn’t remember anything about last night”, relief in his voice. Feeling a little bit of shame, you looked down at your feet.

“It’s actually the only thing I remember” You felt a bit more relaxed now that you had confessed but this time you were wondering if he remembered his promise. And just at this moment, he took one step closer, lifting your chin to look you in the eyes. You had just the time to see the cheeky and confident look in his eyes before his lips softly lended on yours. At last, the kiss you’ve dreamt about. Just as you put your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss, you heard the honk of a car, startling the both of you. You had completely forgotten about your friends.

“HOLY SHIT IT WAS ABOUT TIME”, Jimin yelled, making everyone laugh. Seungyoun chuckled before putting his gaze back on you. “I love you too, Y/N”

#sorry if this is bad djdhjd #x1 #x1 imagines #x1 fluff #x1 one shot #cho seungyoun #seungyoun imagine #produce x 101 imagine #pdx101 #produce x 101

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heartfulofsighs · 5 years

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Baggage Claim Pt. 6

Description: Seunghoon back from a business trip only has a mind for growing his company. You are in the middle of running from the by the book life that was drowning you. When a minor inconvenience sets you in his path will you be the reason he eases up? And could he be what you need to get serious again

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Not long left to go. @negrowhat sorry there’s no smut but you know me it’s coming down the pipe ;). This part is more dialogue driven as I’m trying to get better at that. Enjoy! About 3k

“You have to tell me everything.” Cherry sat on the living room couch with a hot cup of tea in her hands. It was dark out he had dropped you home before the evening traffic had set in. The whole ride he was animated, his face holding the pleasant expression that it had adopted on the dragon ship ride. He joked with you, laughed as you told him funny stories about your trip so far. It was easy, the conversation flowed because he was genuinely interested. The car ride went by so fast. Before you knew it he was leaning over to kiss you on the cheek.

“I’ll see you.” He had said to you.

“Yeah, definitely.” You had answered. You hopped out and felt his eyes on your back as you climbed the stairs. All you could think about was his face when he asked for more days.

“Hello?!”

You snapped too and focused back on Cherry.

“Sorry,” you rubbed at your forehead, “I zoned out.” You tried to gather yourself, “everything?”

“Everything.” She repeated.

“It was just...a date at the boardwalk.” You finally said, “he loosened up, he laughed....it was better than I thought it would be.”

“He was respectful? Like he wasn’t all clingy, or to touchy?” She pushed. You shook your head, “nothing out of the ordinary.”

“Ordinary?”

When you looked up her eyebrows were raised in suggestion, “what was in the ‘ordinary’?” She asked.

“We kissed.” You twisted your fingers in your lap as you spoke.

“Oh my god.”

“In a photo booth.” You added.

“That’s the cutest shit I’ve ever heard in my life!” She declared. You shrugged and felt yourself blushing. It was pretty cute.

“So…” She began. “Are you guys dating or?”

“It’s like a...sort of like we agreed on a fling.” You explained, “it can’t be anything serious, since I’m leaving…”

“Makes sense.” She granted.

“And he asked me if he could keep seeing me, and a sort of casual fling…” You could hear yourself floundering. The words just fumbled their way out while you tried to justify why you said “fling.” Part of you (the part that didn’t want to go back home) was all for the idea of a relationship, but practical you won. It wouldn’t be fair to him at the end of it all.

“A casual fling is a good thing to label it.” She seconded. You could hear a sort of unconvinced tone in her voice. Her face was all innocence, “I mean if you both agreed to it...then it should be no big deal.”

“Cherry?” You called her name suspiciously.

“What?” She was really trying to sell the innocent act. She kept sipping her tea while you thought what she said over. It would work out, because it had to. You didn’t want to think too far ahead about it. A fling was suppose to be fun and stress free.

“Did he have soft lips?” She asked. You touched your own lips and felt yourself blush, they were soft and inviting. Maybe you were a bit deprived but you were interested in more. He could have kissed down your neck, sunk his teeth teasingly into-

“You’re zoning again.” Cherry advised, “and turning so red. Are you having naughty thoughts?” She asked.

“No.” Your denial sounded childish to your own ears, “I was just...listen I’m an adult.” You asserted. “I can think about sex if I want to.”

She squealed and nearly spilled her tea.

“This is honestly the best talk I’ve had in awhile…” She couldn’t stop herself from laughing, “life has gotten a thousand times more exciting.”

You smiled uncontrollably, it wasn’t often that you were the center of attention. It was so much easier to be overlooked most times. You covered your face and made a very put upon noise.

“I was just suppose to come here to relax.” You whined.

“Oh don’t worry...he’s gonna help you relax.” She joked, “get all the kinks and aches out.”

He bit his lip, he was sitting perfectly still on Mino’s couch. Jinwoo sat casually on the loveseat, his eyes glued to his cell phone. Mino was in the kitchen, softly pleading with his coffee machine to work.

“So do you guys wanna know the good news or should I it to myself?” Jinwoo began. Hoon snapped to, his mind wading through his memories of the boardwalk to more business thoughts.

“What’s the verdict?” He asked. Jinwoo looked up from his phone and cleared his throat, “They’re going to pay 85% of your fee, and they’re even going to pay on top of that for the adds that you two sent them.” He shared.

“Seriously!?” Mino called. Jinwoo nodded, “it really wasn’t a big deal. They weren’t very combative...I think they were actually pretty nice, all things considered.” He shared.

“You threatened to sue didn’t you?” Hoon asked. Jinwoo smiled to himself and shrugged, “in all seriousness we wouldn’t have won but when you count how your small brand has been making waves, and the company that bought Squeeze is recovering from a spat of bad publicity...it wouldn’t have looked good for them in the public eye to be perceived as bullies.” He explained.

“Smart.” Hoon concluded, “very smart.”

“Did you think I was going to do something stupid?” He asked sharply. Hoony held up his hands defensively, “never would I even think that.” He said. Mino cursed, “how about tea instead?” He called, “or some champagne to celebrate?!”

“Champagne sounds nice.” Jinwoo seconded, “I would rather that then tea.”

Hoon rolled his eyes and stood up, “Did you plug the machine in?” He questioned as he crossed the living room on his way to the kitchen, “the last time you had that faulty plug-”

“You dropped something.”

His heart stopped, he turned and saw Jinwoo reaching for the photo strip. The one he had kept, the one with your bright smiles and him kissing you.

“Who is this?” Jinwoo asked casually. If he managed to get to him before the second inevitable question maybe he could get ahead of Mino’s-

“Did you get a girlfriend? Who is this girl you’re kissing!?” Jinwoo’s voice carried throughout the entire apartment.

“Kissing!?” Mino shouted. The coffee machine was forgotten. He was doomed. Mino managed to get by him and stand next to Jinwoo eyes gigantic as he looked at the photo strip.

“This is,” Mino looked up at him then back down, “the girl from the party! The beer girl!” He shouted.

“Lower your voice.” Hoon begged, “it’s not a big deal.”

“Why are you kissing her?” Mino pushed, “how long have you been seeing her?” His questions were rapid fire.

“When did you guys take this?” Jinwoo asked.

“Today.” Hoon admitted, “that’s where I went today.” He explained.

“I stayed in the office and you went to play around?” Mino’s face was all dramatic shock, “I worked on art all day. And you were kissing girls at the boardwalk?” He said.

“Well technically one girl.” Jinwoo supplied, he looked over at Hoon.

“One girl right? You didn’t like...have some sort of crazy orgy did you?” Mino pushed.

He was too stunned to answer. Which sunk him further into confusion. The pause was long enough to throw his two friends into deep suspicion.

“What the fuck have you been up to? You’re supposed to tell us about this kind of stuff…” Mino sounded the most offended.

“It’s not a big deal. It’s not anything that will cause a scandal-”

“A scandal! You think that’s what I’m worried about?!” Mino pulled the photo strip from Jinwoo. He was gearing up for something dramatic. Hoon steeled himself, there was no use in trying to get any words in until he was done.

“Besides this company, we’re friends.” Mino said, “ you never show any interest in anything fun, I always have to drag you. And now here you are doing fun stuff...and it’s all a secret?!” He shouted.

“Alright, calm down.” Jinwoo tried.

“He’s keeping secrets. BIG SECRETS!” Mino looked inconsolable.

“I’m sorry.” Hoon offered. Jinwoo took the pictures back, “see he’s sorry, no harm done, so where did we meet beer girl?” He asked.

“At the airport originally.” Hoon explained, “we switched bags and then met when we switched back.”

“Then she was at one of the booths at a networking event, serving beer.” Mino supplied, “he made me give her a big tip.” He whined. Jinwoo rolled his eyes, “well I’m happy for you,” he turned aiming to give the photo back. “She’s really pretty.” He finished as he handed it over. Hoon took it all his excitement tempered by what you had labeled them.

“She...it’s just a fling.” He said.

“Just a fling?” Mino echoed.

“She’s leaving in 6 months...it can’t be anything else.” He explained.

“Well,” Jinwoo shrugged, “make it a fun six months then.” He offered.

He did try to prep for the meeting all evening back at his apartment. But once he went to his fridge to hang the photo strip it seemed like a lost cause. He stared at it for a long while before he started to get ready for bed. Ideas about where to take you next dominating his thoughts. The next day he purposely did not look at the two photos in his kitchen. He made his way to his meeting with every intention of being serious.

“I’m sorry I took so long to set up this meeting. I had a lot of advisors wanting me to choose bigger firms.” Seungyoon was probably one of the happiest men Hoon had ever met in his life. His general attitude was brighter even then Mino’s. He smiled and sipped at his tea as he spoke.

“Well, we’re happy you decided to choose us.” Mino said, he rubbed at the back of his neck, “we have lots of ideas all ready to go.” He matched Yoon’s energy a huge beaming smile coming across his face. He leaned forward on the meeting table clear excitement in his eyes. Hoon was just happy he wasn’t still carrying a grudge from last night. He seemed to have gotten over Hoon keeping secrets. Jinwoo sat on his other side, he hadn’t said a word beyond general small talk. The contract had already been reviewed by Yoon’s lawyers apparently. He hadn’t seen the need to bring them.

“I wanted a startup, company, nothing big.” He said. Hoon found the line almost funny considering that Seungyoon was starting his business with help from his mother’s massive fortune. Everyone knew her story. After his father walked out on them his mother started a café that eventually turned into a popular chain. She was smart with her money, a very good example of a self made woman. All of her hard work and time was rewarded by an adoring public who supported her. She gave work to women in similar situations and started charities to benefit single parent households. She also bought her son an old nearly run down camera factory. It was what he was passionate about apparently. Film and nostalgic vintage looking cameras seemed to be a strong new emerging market. It wasn’t a dumb purchase.

“Besides you guys have very good energy.” Yoon added as he picked up the pen.

“Good energy?” Jinwoo echoed.

Another bright blinding smile as he found the line he was supposed to sign on.

“You guys are all friends but,” he signed with a flare then went on to the next page, “you’re the kind of friends who aren’t afraid to tell each other when you’re wrong.” He signed the next page, his face all concentration, “I thought, not only is that good for personal life but also for business,” he signed the last page then looked up at them.

“Please...treat me the same way.” He asked.

“Of course!” Mino agreed. Hoon nodded his own agreement. He had a good feeling about their new client. He was comforted by his positivity. Yoon wouldn’t move to a bigger company or try to wiggle his way out their contract. He was with them now, and he would stay with them.

“We should celebrate!” Yoon purposed.

“What would you like to do?” Jinwoo asked, “I know a good spot for lunch? Or if you want, we can go out a little later for dinner?”

Yoon thought these ideas over than shrugged, “we could do that, but I was more thinking a nightclub. I have a friend who owns one and he always keeps a table for me.”

“Oh,” Mino scratched the back of his hand and looked to Hoon. It looked as if he was asking permission.

“Is that suggestion too informal?” Yoon asked. He looked unsure, some of his enthusiasm dampened.

“No it’s fine,” Jinwoo assured, “what night would you like to go?” He asked. A nightclub? He wasn’t particularly looking forward to the idea but he couldn’t outright refuse. He liked Yoon enough already to not want to dampen the younger man’s mood. He would just have to muscle through.

“Friday night we’ll go. And until then can we talk about some ideas I had for the factory reopening?” He asked. Hoon found himself leaning forward, “definitely, we can start right now.” He had notes and ideas ready to pitch. Mino put his hand on his shoulder, “can we at least get coffee before we make this into a complete planning meeting?” He begged.

You lounged around your airbnb mostly reading and watching movies with Cherry when she was home. Her recovery from her cold was quicker then you would have guessed. You suspected her excitement over any little detail about Seunghoon fueled it. Whenever your phone buzzed from a text she would wait patiently for you to tell her whether it was him or not. If it was, she could barely stop herself from asking what he had said. What he usually texted you wasn’t anything to freak out over. After the boardwalk he sent a text the next day about how much fun he had. Then you two sort of settled into a conversation about anything and everything. He was definitely not the serious taskmaster in conversation. He made you laugh constantly and it was so refreshing.

“So when are you guys going to go out again?” Cherry was in the process of choosing a movie. She flipped through the options slowly, reading each title as she went.

“He mentioned something about Friday.” You were spread out on the couch next to her.

“What sort of something?” She stopped at a romantic comedy then turned to you judging your reaction. You nodded and she chose the movie in question.

“I think he said something about a club…” You picked up your phone and scrolled up through your messages, “some place with a fancy name…”

“Hmmmmm.” The noise she made was non committal, you could guess though that she was about to say something borderline embarrassing.

“Make sure you throw some condoms in your purse before you go...men like to conveniently ‘forget’ that detail.” She provided.

“Cherry.”

“Just one or two,” She made a thinking face, “actually better do four cause what if morning sex happens too...better to have it and not need it…”

“Cherry.” You pressed your hands to your face and groaned.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll do it for you.” She said matter of factly. “Girls helping girls.” She said to herself softly. You uncovered your face and sighed.

“Thanks.” You said softly. She broke into a smile but didn’t say anything else. You sat up and tried to pay attention to the movie. But a question or two still knocking around in your head.

“It’s not like...odd to you that I’m down to sleep with him so soon?” You asked. She paused the movie and turned to you. She took your hands before taking a deep breath.

“It’s 2019, please do whatever the hell you want, as long as it’s your choice throughout the entire event.” She explained, “it’s no body’s business at all, and if he dares speak an ill opinion about the gift you are so graciously going to give him,”

She stopped dramatically and you were left gazing at her waiting for what would happen.

“I’ll kick his ass.” She finished.

“Oh.” You whispered.

“Do not be fooled by my tiny appearance.” She went on, “I mean it.”

“I know.” You winced as she squeezed your hands before letting them go. She picked up the remote, “if he messes with you I swear to god.” She trailed off as the movie started again.

“After this we should see what you’re gonna wear for the club.” She suggested.

“I brought one going out dress.” You said.

“Cleavage or legs?” She asked. You thought the question over picturing the dress that was hanging in the closet.

“Both…” You spoke without much confidence.

“Do you have a bra and panties that match?” She continued.

“I...I think so?” That question you would have to circle back around to. You couldn’t remember the last time you had bought a fancy set.

“I mean, if I’m nearly naked,...does a matching set make a huge difference?” You asked.

“On the one hand, no...but don’t they have that saying,” she started snapping her fingers as she struggled to recall, “umm something about the eyes eating first.”

You knew the saying but you weren’t going to think too hard about it. You wanted to picture other things. Dancing with him, smiling at him as the lights flashed and the two of you sipped drinks. He would say something funny, get close to you and say it directly in your ear because the music would be too loud. Put his hands on the small of your back, maybe when he pulled away to look at you there would be a tiny spark of lust? An inkling that he wanted what you wanted? The more you thought of it the more your cheeks burned. All he had to do was ask if you wanted to go back with him. You would even forgive him if the sentence was blunt. Time was too short for suave pickup lines.

It was probably not the best idea when you considered again that your stay had a time limit. But then again maybe he was horrible at sex? Maybe the two of you would be bad in bed together? It would be better to know now rather than later. The waiting and wondering would kill you.

You sighed and rubbed at your face again. Fling’s were suppose to be simple. Right?

#winner #winner fanfic #Seunghoon #Hoony #hoony fanfic #kpop fanfiction #kpop sfw #baggage claim #Baggage Claim Series #Thank you Eboni for the title

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bts-is-my-life-as-always · 6 years

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Protective namjoon.

Pairing: namjoon X reader

Genre: fluff af

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Request: Can I have a BTS Namjoon imagine were you're his girlfriend and some other famous (but not as famous as BTS), a rapper is hitting on you while you were trying to give him and his band an interview? you wanted to tell him to back off but you are way too nice and plus you're on camera so you asked nicely but the boy just wouldn't listen so when Namjoon and the rest of the BTS boys show up after the interview is over they see him being very disrespectful towards you and get extremely protective of

Yassss someone finally requested something, thank you and I love detailed ones like this, hope you enjoy this, love you.

You had been dating rapmon for the past 3 years, he was so busy lately that when you were assigned the task to interview bts and topics (I made up the group cause ummm, why not) you were really excited but before you could interview bts you had to interview topics, you were sad that you had to wait another 2 hours until bts got to the site but also happy that you could see him, all you wanted to do was throw yourself onto namjoon, but you couldn’t do that, you had to be professional, all you really knew about topics was that they were a 5 member group and again older than you, they had 2 rappers and 3 vocalists, from what you heard they seemed like a really humble group who were genuinely nice.

They had gotten to the site around 20 mins ago, they all came in nice and bowed, one member constantly caught your attention you could feel him staring at you but you decided to just ignore it, the interview with topics was going great until the question of who is your ideal type came up, they all mentioned another idol or an actress, but one of them, a rapper named jinwoo he seemed very straight forward and some what intimidating compared to namjoon, namjoon is a rapper but he is really soft and fluffy, the thought of namjoon made you blush and smile, forgetting the fact that you were on camera,

“Y/n? Who you thinking about?” Your friend who was also interviewing with you asked, already knowing the answer to your question, “oh Just my handsome boyfriend, he was so mad that I was interviewing today” you said smiling, it was true, namjoon wanted you to stay backstage so when he was interviewing he could just glance over towards you without having to worry, and be able to fly hand kisses towards you, but you being on camera with him meant that he couldn’t do that, he would have to just glance towards you once in a while, and pretend like you weren’t his girlfriend and just have to hold in his need to hug you.

Your friend continued to tease the hell out of you and you just giggled at her and slightly punched her, you turned to jinwoo and decided to continue with the interview,

“So who’s your ideal type?” He sat up slightly,

“Well, I think I found my ideal type today, your very pretty and very nice” he smiled, you didn’t want this to be awkward but at the same time you wanted to make sure that he didn’t grow too much of a feeling towards you,

“Oh, thank you, your very kind” during the whole interview you played games and things with them, while this was happening you were somehow constantly paired with jinwoo and he kept getting way too close to you, you had to keep pushing him away slightly and started to feel extremely uncomfortable, you were on your 40 mins break for the lunch, when bts finally walked in through the door, they were earlier than what they said they’d be here by, your head instantly snapped towards the door, you stood up without thinking and ran towards namjoon who had his arms open, you fit into his embrace nicely, you tucked your head into the crook of his neck and whispered,

“I missed you, it’s been way too long, I was starting to go mad” you said looking up into his eyes, without caring namjoon placed a soft kiss on your lips and wanted to deepen it, but before he could you parted away from him and hit his chest slightly,

“Stop there’s people here”

“Oh but I missed you, can you blame me?” You chuckled at his response and pulled him instantly towards the lunch you were eating, you knew the whole of bts would’ve been starving all day so you pulled them all towards the food stand before they could get their makeup done, they were early and they hadn’t eaten, while you were taking care of the boys you could feel jinwoos eyes on you again, you were starting to feel uncomfortable again, namjoon could sense it from miles away, he searched the room to see why you were so weird and caught the eye of one of the guys staring at you, he purposefully walked over towards you and back hugged you, you didn’t know that namjoon knew and you tried to push him off because PDA wasn’t quite your thing, but today you didn’t try too hard, you wanted the other guy to take the hint and stop looking at you.

The whole 40 mins of lunch namjoon made sure to show extra love and shower you with little kisses so you’d feel more comfortable but you were still some what tense, when you had to get back to filming the rest of the hour, jinwoo tried to be close to you again, he kept brushing against you and namjoon was about ready to kill him, once your interview with topics was done, you could finally just be with bts and more comfortable, you could tell that namjoon wasn’t very happy with what he saw, you knew that namjoon could get somewhat aggressive if he thought you were in danger or someone was touching you, you walked over to namjoon and Just hugged him, it was another 5 min break, the whole time namjoon asking if you were okay? And if you were sure?

You kept nodding and the interview with bts flew by and you were some what disappointed at how fast it went by, after the after party you could go back to your warm home with namjoon and just cuddle with him forever, at the after party you made sure to sit next to namjoon and one of the other boys just not jinwoo, but somehow he ended up sitting next to you anyways, you got up and went to the toilet feeling really awkward with you boyfriend glaring at him and jinwoo glaring at you, you walked out of the toilet and did not expect to be pushed towards the wall, you yelped a little and tried to see who it was through the dim lighting, it was jinwoo,

“Ummmm, What are you doing? Get off me please” you whispered not wanting to bring any attention to you,

“I know you don’t like your boyfriend, your only with him for money aren’t you?” You scoffed a little, finding his theory ridiculous, now you didn’t care if he got into trouble, you spoke loud and clear,

“Can you get off of me, I have a boyfriend that I love, if I didn’t love him, I would’ve left him, I won’t want to waste my time or someone else’s” you tried to push him off, but he was much stronger, he pushed you more into the wall, causing slight pain,

“No, no one ever denies me” you could tell he was slightly drunk, the next events you did not expect to happen, namjoon ripped him off of you and pushed him towards the other side, he cradled your head and checked if you were okay, and then turned to punch the guy and give him what he deserves, but you stopped him,

“Namjoon stop, this won’t look good on you, please for me?” He put his hands down and just spoke to the guy sternly,

“Don’t ever pin anyone more vulnerable than you against a wall, and especially not with my girlfriend, the next time, you won’t come out alive”

He pushed him one last time and lifted you by your hands and took you back to the seating and told his manager that he was heading home early because you didn’t feel well, not wanting everyone to place their attention on you, because he knew how much you hated it.

You arrived home and he grabbed blankets and the remote and turned on your favourite movie and made hot chocolate and cuddled into you, he ran his hand through your hair and calmed you to sleep,

“I will never ever let anyone place their hands on you, I’ll make sure he gets something for doing something like that to you, your my angel and I will protect you”

I’m cringing so hard right now, wtf is that ending, anyways, hope this is what you were looking for, and, and, I’m sorry for not posting on Saturday, I just took a small break cause I really needed to finish my Christmas cards so, anyways love you all, and request away.

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preciousy00ngi · 6 years

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n**na pt. 2

Pair: MONSTA X Shownu/Hyunwoo x Reader

Word count: 2.6k (parts 1+2)

Genre: slight fluff, smut (part 2)

Kinks: noona kink

part one

Present

You sit across from Hyunwoo at the dining table, slowly eating the dinner your mom had prepared, trying not to stare at the man too much. He had filled out really well and was strikingly handsome in a very manly way. An involuntary heat reaches your cheeks and between your legs as you study his strongly featured face and broad shoulders.

“So, how’s school going, noona?” your brother asks, shoving rice in his mouth. Hyunwoo again reacts to the word and swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

You shrug, “It’s school,” you reply, still studying Hyunwoo’s actions through the corner of your eye, “I’m getting mentored by my Sociology teacher and TA'ing for him.”

“Do you still want to teach?” Hyunwoo questions, an innocent question, but his continuous lack of honorifics spikes your interest.

“Yeah, I’m going to start student teaching next semester in a Socio 101 class with my professor.” you answer simply. Everyone nods and the conversation continues, talking about Seoul and everything that’s been going on since you were last home.

To change the subject, you turn to the man across from you, “I want to hear more about being an idol, Hyunwoo-ah.”

“Well,” he starts, “I’m always busy. There’s barely any down time, but I got to come home for the holidays so I don’t have to go back to work until New Years.”

You bob your head and store the information in the back of your mind, maybe you could hang out with him more before returning to school.

•••

“Gotcha!” you brother shouts triumphantly, holding the controller over his head like a trophy.

Hyunwoo rolls his eyes, “You cheated, I want a rematch.”

Your brother shakes his head, “Nuh-uh, it’s not my fault you’re rusty.”

You walk over from your place by the window sill and thwack your little brother with the paperback book you were reading, “I saw you screen peeking, dummy. Hyunwoo, you get to flick his forehead.”

A wide grin breaks out across his mouth, “See! She agrees, now you come here.”

The two boys start wrestling, the 22 year olds reverting back to teenagers in the measly 4 hours you had all been home. You smile warmly at the scene and return back to the couch at the window to read.

Eventually, Hyunwoo puts your brother in a headlock and flicks his forehead hard, the sound similar to a rock dropping into a pond.

“Ooh!” You wince and laugh, seeing your brother roll around in pain.

•••

“Your parents aren’t coming back until tomorrow, you don’t need to stay in an empty house! Spend the night here, Hyunwoo.” your mom offers, not letting Hyunwoo reach for his coat.

“That’s really kind, Mrs. Y/L/N, but I don’t want to intrude on your family time with Y/N.” he replies, trying to decline politely.

“I insist, Hyunwoo, you’re basically family here.” your mom pressed.

“Okay, okay.” Hyunwoo finally agrees and goes back to the living room.

You scoot over on the couch and pat the spot next to yourself. Your brother had gone to the grocery store with your dad to pick up fire wood for the fireplace and your mom needed to pick up a few things for tomorrow’s dinner as well. The house was basically silent so you wanted to have a conversation with the only other person in the house.

“So, how’s it been? Still in love with that girl Mira?”

Hyunwoo blushes and shakes his head, “I was never in love with her, your brother said that to cover his ass when he was making her a Valentine’s Day card.”

You nod slowly, “Have you gotten to date at all? I know there’s rumors that idols either date nonstop or don’t date at all.”

“I personally don’t date because I’m focused on work,” he pauses, “and because the one person I did want to date was untouchable.”

You smirk, “Ah, I see, who’s the lucky gal? Is she super famous or something? Why didn’t you just go for it?”

His blush grows deeper, this is the first time he’s spoken to anyone this openly about his love life, “Uh, she’s someone I’ve known for a while. I’ve liked her since elementary school.”

“Really?! Who is it? Yeongja? Jinwoo?” you press, leaning forward in anticipation of a secret.

Hyunwoo hesitates and maneuvers to sit facing you, mimicking the position you’re in, “It’s you.”

“What?” you ask, not believing what your heard.

“I’ve always liked you.” he states simply, surprised by his own boldness and holds his breath waiting for your reply.

After a few moments, you push forward and wrap your arms around his neck, laying down on top of him and kissing him deeply. He grunts at the impact, but let’s you straddle his hips on the small couch while kissing him feverishly.

“This couldn’t have happened fast enough.” you say, gasping for air as you pull away from his lips.

Hyunwoo looks up into your eyes, searching for something, “So can I assume you like me back?”

A laugh comes from you, “Obviously!”

You two kiss more until you hear the jingle of keys and you bolt up, separating and straightening your clothes. He gives you a look and you wink then mouth My room tonight.

•••

The alarm clock on your bedside table reads 2AM and you sigh, hoping Hyunwoo got what you said earlier. You had slipped on cute underwear and shaved your legs for this.

Not that you expected him to do anything with you, you just wanted to be prepared if he did. Which you really hope he did because he’s so god damn hot.

The door handle turns silently and a large figure comes into your dimly lit room. You smile at Hyunwoo’s care of slowly closing the door behind him to make as little sound as possible.

“Hey.” you greet in a barely audible whisper.

He smiles down at you innocently, then taking in the sight of your attire. You’re wearing one of your old high school soccer team’s t-shirts and small sleep shorts with no bra. His eyes slightly darken and he crawls onto the bed with you.

You make room for him and he lays beside you, your faces and bodies inches apart, “Hi.”

Dipping your lips towards his, you gently kiss him and smirk into it as Hyunwoo’s hands go to your waist.

“God, this feels like a dream.” he breathes, watching you slip off your t-shirt and return to sucking the tender spot on his throat.

Your hands slide under his top and he allows you to lift it off. Your lips continue their trail down his body as you give him a gentle push to get Hyunwoo on his back.

When your mouth reaches his gym short’s waistband, you look up at him, “Can I?”

He gulps and nods, letting his head lull back onto the pillows as you slide off his shorts and boxers.

The already hard cock leaks precum as you kiss Hyunwoo’s hips and he groans when you take him into your hand.

“Already so worked up, huh baby?” you purr, flicking your wrist around him. The reply he gives are a few muffled moans he tries to conceal with his hand.

“Please-” he whimpers.

“Please what?” you question, wanting him to tell you what he needs.

“Take me in your mouth.”

“I think you’re missing a word in there,

Hyunwoo-ah.” you tighten your hand’s grip and speed up the pace.

He groans again, “Suck me off, noona.”

The deepness of his voice contrasts the needy whimpers he’s releasing and you spring into action, spurred by the word he’d been avoiding before.

You hum as you deepthroat his dick, enjoying the saltiness of his taste.

Hyunwoo’s hands fly to your hair and he snaps his head up when the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, “Fuck, noona. Please, let me cum.”

You release him from your mouth and jerk him off, lewd sounds created by the slipperiness of your spit on his cock, “So soon? I wanted you to fuck me, baby.”

A low rumbling moan bubbles from deep within Hyunwoo’s chest and he lets his head fall back into the pillows again, “Oh, fuck.”

Peeling off your sleep shorts and now sticky underwear, you place your knees on either side of Hyunwoo’s hips, using one hand to rub his dick across your pussy, the other finding purchase on his abdomen for balance.

He hums in pleasure and he grabs your waist, rocking you harder against him, “Noona-” he chokes out as you start taking him into you.

“Shit, you’re so big.” you moan, reaching up to play with your nipples as you sink down on his hard, thick length.

After waiting a few seconds for you to adjust, he squirms and bucks the tiniest bit, whining for you to move. You comply and slowly begin rocking your hips back and forth on him, grinding down so he bottoms out. The feeling of fullness is euphoric and you lean down to kiss him.

“You feel so good around me, noona.” Hyunwoo muses, his fingers digging into the skin on your hips.

A devilish smirk crosses your face, “You haven’t stopped saying noona, baby. Do you have a kink for that?”

He bucks his hips and nods quickly, “Because of you. I can’t ever call someone noona without thinking of you and then I get hard.”

You run a finger down his cheek and kiss him again, “My sweet baby, you should have told me sooner.”

“I’ve been pining after you since puberty. When I ran into you that night after you got out of the shower,” he stops to grunt when you give a particularly hard flick of your hips, “I jacked off for weeks thinking about that.”

You hum in response, dipping your head lower to suck hickeys onto his collarbone.

Your speed quickens to where you’re bouncing on his pulsing cock and Hyunwoo is snapping his hips up to meet you, getting unbelievably close to cumming.

“Oh fuck, noona, I’m going to cum.” Hyunwoo moans, whimpering as he feels your pussy tighten at the sentence.

You reach down to run your clit and keep your pace, “Cum in me, Hyunwoo, I want to feel you.”

Those words alone is all it takes for Hyunwoo to tip over the edge and he thrusts even harder than before, choking out sobs of your name and weak noonas.

You aren’t far behind and ecstasy hits you as he rides out his orgasm, white splotches blocking your vision as you grind down on Hyunwoo. His hot seed, mixed with your own juices, is leaking out onto your thighs and his pelvis as you cum.

“Oh my god, Hyunwoo.” you breathe, falling forward to rest your head on his shoulder, kissing his jaw lovingly.

He tilts his head to look at you and nuzzles your cheek, “I’m seriously in love with you, noona.”

A smile breaks out on your sweaty face, “I love you too, Hyunwoo-ah.”

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innerkonics · 7 years

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Don’t Call Me (pt2)

Part 1

Word Count: 2682

Genre: Angst with some sweetness at the end

Quite a few of you requested this and now it’s here!! I hope it doesn’t disappoint 💞💞. Also, you probably need to read part 1 before reading this or you’ll just be lost.

“Are you sure he’s not there?”

“Yes, I promise, now come quickly before he gets back if you really don’t want to see him.”

“Okay I’m coming, I’ll see you soon.”

You hung up the call and put your phone in your bag, leaving home to go to Winner’s dorm to meet Seungyoon; he wanted to speak to you for some reason which you were not aware of. The last time you saw him was that night, three nights ago, and the only thank you, you had given him was via text. You had bought a new phone but managed to maintain the same phone number. At first Mino didn’t text you or call you, but just as you expected on the second day of the two of you not speaking to each other he texted and called you non-stop. He was so determined to get you to answer him, you couldn’t take it so you just switched it off your phone - which got you in so much trouble with your manager. You ended up blocking his number, which you knew would piss him off on a whole other level, but to be fair you did tell him not to call you and you meant it. You didn’t want to speak to him.

“He’s not here, chill out! Are you guys seriously still not talking?” Seungyoon practically dragged you inside after you spent at least two minutes interrogating him, making sure that he was not just trying to get you to come in and talk to Mino like Jinwoo had done one time.

“I don’t want to talk about him right now” you mumbled, knowing that Mino would hate you discussing the insides of your relationship with others. Seungyoon nodded understandingly and led you into the kitchen. He gave you a glass of water and got one for himself.

“What did you want to talk about?” You asked him once you had asked each other how the other was and laughed a bit. He gave a nervous smile accompanied with a hand going up to rub the back of his neck. “Say it.” You ordered, placing your cup on the table.

“Well...” he began, paused and studied your face. “can you please just talk to Mino? Please? You don’t even have to do it in person. Just answer his texts or something. Please? He’s really sorry and really misses you.” Yoon gets out in one breath, rushing to try and avoid getting on your nerves. You sighed,

“did Mino tell you to do this? Is he really that...?”

“No, he didn’t tell me too, he’s just been really down. I’m worried about him.”

“Well he’s a big boy. Next time he should think before he talks to me like I’m a kid.”

“Yes, but y/n... he had a reason to be angry. Do you know how much calling me instead of him hurt him?” To be honest, you hadn’t really thought about that. “You would be mad if he called one of your friends instead of you.” Seungyoon made a good point.

“But still, he didn’t need to kick me out.”

“He kicked you out?”

“Yes...but that’s not the point…”, you thought for a second, “fine I’ll talk to him. But not now. So, if he’s here...”

“he isn’t here oh my goodness, how many times do I need to tell you?”

“Fine, fine.” You smiled. “And thanks for that night. I don’t know what would have happened if you didn’t show up when you did.”

“It’s no big deal, just next time don’t get so drunk...and lose your friends...and go to a park in the middle of the night.”

“Yeah okay I got it.” You grinned. He smiled and you went over to give him a small thank you hug. You didn’t even hear the front door open or close, but when you and Seungyoon parted, Mino was right there, staring at the two of you.

“What’s this?” His tone was accusing and sharp, making you immediately feel a sense of guilt. But you knew you did nothing wrong, Mino had just walked in at the wrong time.

“Oh, I called y/n to...” Seungyoon began before he was quickly interrupted.

“I wasn’t talking to you.” Mino’s jaw clenched as he stared directly at you, burning holes into your eyes.

“Yoon wanted to talk, so I came round. Is there a problem?” Mino looked way too angry, he’d seen you and Yoon hug plenty of times; but for some reason, this time felt different to him. His thoughts and feelings were being conquered by those of jealousy. He found that he could not sustain his calm demeanour.

“Of course there’s a fucking problem. You can talk to Seungyoon, but not to me?” His voice was slightly raised and you could see the fury in his eyes. You however, managed to remain calm - not allowing him swearing at you to irritate you.

“You know why I’m not talking to you. Yoon and I are friends, and friends talk to each other Mino.” You stated calmly. Seungyoon stood there silently, feeling a little awkward being stuck in the middle like he was. He knows what gets Mino angry, and stating the obvious like he was stupid is one thing that he knew would just piss Mino off even more.

“I wasn’t aware that talking to him meant that you had to be all over him.” Mino spat out. And that annoyed you.

“I wasn’t all over him. You need to calm down and stop trying to create something out of nothing.” You snapped at him, showing how agitated you were becoming.

“No, you need two need to tell me what the fuck is going on. Are you cheating on me y/n? Is that what’s going on? With Seungyoon?” Seungyoon’s eyes widened and your mouth dropped at his crazy accusation. You felt the room become hot, you wouldn’t be surprised if literal steam escaped your ears with how angry you had become in only a few seconds.

“Are you an idiot? Why the hell would I cheat on you?” You shouted at him, hurt that he would ever even consider that as an explanation of what was going on.

“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me?”

“Is that really what you think of me Mino? Do you really think that...”?

“Do you think that I want to think like this y/n?! You make me! Why the FUCK would you come to my home, when we aren’t talking, to talk to my group member and my friend?” Mino walked closer to you, practically shouting in your face as you got more and more exasperated with him. He stood staring at you, intimidatingly close, glaring at you, daring you to speak. You felt like slapping him. Suddenly you felt a warm hand on your wrist and you were pulled back a bit.

“Hyung calm down, I called her. Stop.” Seungyoon pulled you behind him, immediately feeling protective and quite annoyed with Mino for shouting at you before even hearing you out. There is nothing between you and Seungyoon, you’re just friends, and Mino knew that. He just couldn’t remove the green from his eyes. You knew that Yoon had made a mistake by getting involved when you saw Mino look down at his hand on your wrist, at you, then at Seungyoon - his eyes angrier than ever before. Mino clenched his jaw again and stared at his friend, who stared back. You’d seen Mino and Seungyoon argue plenty of times, but you had never seen them look at each other with such hate. And you hated the fact that it was your fault. They stared at each other more, challenging one another with their eyes - as boys do.

“Okay stop this.” You went over to Mino and pushed him back slightly, he immediately swatted your hands away from his chest, too irritated with you for you to be touching him. He went back over to Seungyoon, leaving you standing behind him.

“What’s with you Seungyoon? Huh? Do you have a crush on my girlfriend?” Mino got in his face, speaking lowly and in a threatening manner. Seungyoon let out a small chuckle, not believing that Mino was being so stupid.

“Mino stop this.” You ordered, not believing what you were witnessing. Seungyoon knew best not to rile Mino up anymore that he already had, so simply just gave him a little push back, just to get him out of his face.

“You need to chill.” Is all Seungyoon said. Mino had no idea what came over him, but he just gave the blonde boy a hard shove, making Seungyoon stumble back a bit.

“MINO!”

Seungyoon shoved him back, his judgement blurred with anger.

“SEUNGYOON!”

A mild scuffle took place, both boys not being able to contain their anger. You quickly went over and pulled Mino back. You got in front of him and harshly pushed him backwards.

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?” You shouted in his face. His breathing was heavy and his fists were clenched. You felt tears of anger brimming at your eyes.

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? WHY DO YOU KEEP ON CONFIDING IN HIM AND NOT ME? DO YOU LOVE HIM?” Mino shouted back at you, louder than you ever could. You felt yourself begin to cry and you shoved him again.

“YOU’RE SUCH AN IDIOT. I TALK TO HIM BECAUSE I LOVE YOU.” You shouted through your tears.

“Wha-” he began but you pushed past him, virtually running towards the door to get away from him. You left and slammed the door shut behind you. You let out a groan which verged on a scream as you felt your tears sprawl down your face. You wiped them away violently as you made your way to the elevator. You pushed the ground floor button repeatedly until the door closed and you began descending downwards. You were so angry, you felt as if you couldn’t breathe being stuck in that elevator. You needed air. You quickly wiped away your tears and let out a long, deep breath to compose yourself before the door opened. You walk outside to see that it’s raining heavily seeing as it hadn’t rained in days. But you didn’t care, you needed to be as far away as possible.

“You’re a fucking dick, you know that right?” Seungyoon snapped at Mino a few seconds after the door shook their whole apartment.

“Shut up.” Mino mumbled, running his hand through his hair and looking down. They were both alerted of the rain by the sound of rumbling thunder filling their apartment. Their eyes widened and they looked at each other.

“What are you waiting for? Go get her.”

Mino sped through the rain, his windshield wipers working at a crazy rate to get rid of the droplets which were threatening to obstruct his view of the road. It was easy to spot you. You were the one walking at normal pace, not bothered by the fact that you were completely drenched. It was summer so you were showing quite a bit of skin - considering that it was raining - which was uncomfortably wet. The rain was cold and your shorts and top stuck to your skin. You weren’t sure if you were still crying or not since your face was wet too. You heard a car slowing down and driving beside you, at the same pace that you were walking.

“Y/n!” Mino wound down his window and shouted over the rain to get your attention. You turned your head to look at him, still walking, and then looked back straight ahead - ignoring him out of annoyance.

“Y/f/n if you don’t get in this car I’m just going to park and walk with you. The choice is yours.” You stopped walking and glared at him, knowing full well that he wasn’t bluffing and would actually do just what he said. To be honest, you’d rather be annoyed with him while you weren’t getting wet. You paused before getting rid of your pride and pulling the handle so the door clicked open. You got in silently and put your seat belt on, refusing to look at him. You were completely soaked. Your hair was stuck together in thick strands, at the same time sticking to you while dripping onto your already drenched top which had become see-through because of the rain. You needed a towel. Mino drove in silence, equally annoyed as you were. But talking this out was inevitable.

Mino finally pulled up to your apartment and turned off the engine of the car. You took off your seat belt and just sat there silently, knowing not to try and get out because he’d only follow you inside.

“What did you mean by you only talk to Yoon because you love me?” He spoke after a while of silence, his voice filling every inch of the car. At least he wasn’t shouting. You couldn’t handle another shouting match. You shrugged, not wanting to explain yourself to him. You weren’t even looking at him. You were watching the windshield, which was covered in different sized rain drops. The only sound was the pitter-patter of the drops hitting the car. “Answer me.” You sighed,

“I called Yoon instead of you because I didn’t want to disappoint you. I knew that you would hate the fact that I was out alone at night and drunk. I didn’t want to feel like you have to take care of me and always watch out for me. I didn’t want you to worry. Besides, I knew that you would just shout at me.” There was a pause before Mino answered,

“Y/n-ah. Yes; I hate the thought of you being drunk, alone and vulnerable. But I also hate the thought of me not being the one protecting you. You know how much I love you. I want to be the one to rescue you, I want to be the one to take care of you.” You looked at him, his eyes had softened, and what he was saying was sincere. “You just make me feel like you don’t trust me. Like you trust Yoon more than you trust me. And I can’t handle that. I’m sorry for saying all those things and being stupid, I know that you and Yoon would never do that to me. I was just jealous.” He admitted, his voice soft and apologetic. You couldn’t remain angry, you were just melting.

“Mino of course I trust you. I trust you more than anyone. I’m sorry for not calling you. And I’m sorry for making you jealous, I didn’t mean to. I love you, and I’m sorry for hurting you”. Mino smiled at you and kissed your cold lips softly.

“I love you too. Can we forget about this? I don’t want to think about this ever again. I love you.” He spoke, his face only inches from yours. You placed your head on his and nodded. You almost kissed him before you remembered. You lent away and hit his shoulder.

“Ow! Wha-”

“Don’t ever touch Seungyoon again! Are you crazy?!” Mino started laughing and you couldn’t believe that he was being cool about this.

“I’m being serious! I thought that you were going to punch him in the face.” You hit him lightly.

“Believe me, I wanted to.”

“You better apologize to him! Okay? He only called me over to get me to talk to you.” Mino grinned at your seriousness and nodded. “Good.” You smiled and then pulled his face to yours, proceeding to kiss him. You pulled away, after a short while which was way too short for Mino. You let out a small yelp of surprise as he pulled you into his lap without warning, not caring how wet you were.

“Don’t leave me. At least wait until the rain stops.” He whispered into your ear, making it impossible for you to resist. You brought your hands to his cheeks, guiding his lips to yours.

Obviously Mino and Seungyoon would make up asap. Am I the only one whose noticed how boys make up sooo quickly in contrast with girls? They’re so weird...

Anyway, I hope that everyone liked this xxx

#song mino #mino #song minho #winner mino #mino angst #song mino angst #song minho angst #winner yg #winner #winner angst #winner scenarios #song mino scenarios #mino scenarios #song minho scenarios #don't call me pt2

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yg-got7scenarios · 7 years

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Fool Series - Seungyoon

Mini series.

*inspired by WINNER’s Fool MV.

Seunghoon Jinwoo

Characters: Kang Seungyoon (WINNER), You (Reader/OC)

Length: 1,512 words

Rating/Genre: Angst, Slight Smut, Mentions of Death

He was oblivious, insensitive, and dominating, until, one day, life makes a drastic turn.

“Where are you going?” You rolled your eyes and bit your lip upon hearing a familiar voice from the stairway.

“I’m meeting Lisa.” You muttered while putting your slip-ons on; not caring to spare your boyfriend a glance.

“Have I not told you that I don’t want you going out of the house?” You heard his loud footsteps going down the stairs and you close your eyes in frustration.

“I have told you about this a month back, Seungyoon, we’re just meeting over coffee.”

“Why? To talk about your ex?” His strides become quicker when you had your sling bag hooked on your left shoulder.

“Why will I talk to Lisa about him? We are just going to catch up, Yoon; I haven’t seen my best friend in months!” You turn around to finally look at him and he is standing right in front of you, leaning against the wall of the foyer as he sneers evilly.

“You two always talk over text, what else do you need to catch up with?”

“Yoon, we are not having this discussion again. I haven’t been out of this house alone for the last two months for Christ’s sake!”

“And you know the reason why, ______. Can you not remember?”

“Seungyoon, it’s not what you think it is-“ You slammed the front door shut as you trailed behind Seungyoon, following him to the kitchen.

Seungyoon roughly pushed your hand when you’re about to reach out for him. The anger in his eyes is horrifying and you haven’t seen him this way before. He glares at you and you felt a cold fear ripple down your spine with his intense stare.

“What was that, then? Oh,” He grips his chin mockingly with one hand while the other is on his hips.

“I just saw you and your ex boyfriend having dinner in a restaurant where you said that two of you had met. Of course there is nothing wrong with that, because everything is so fucking wrong in that!” He screams out loud and you took a few steps back until you reach the kitchen counter as Seungyoon’s stare continued to bear holes on you. You tried to hold back a sob but it still came out any way, not knowing how your boyfriend is going to act seeing that he is seething; looks like he is ready to kill someone.

“I-I promise- I work with him, and we are not alone, we are waiting for a client, it was a dinner meeting, please, believe me, I will never cheat with you on him, baby-“ You gasped aloud when Seungyoon grabs your shoulders roughly, pressing his lips against yours forcefully before pulling you towards his chest. He claims your mouth demandingly and your cries are muffled by his mouth and your face is drenched with the tears that cannot seem to stop rolling.

“You’re fucking mine, okay?” He growls against your lips before slamming you against the nearest wall, the impact making you shriek, pain filling your senses but Seungyoon wasn’t even bothered. He grabs your nape before forcefully kissing your again, lifting your dress up to your waist before dipping his fingers to your panties.

“S-Seung-yoon-“ You cried when he buried his face against your neck, leaving bruising, painful marks against your skin and you do not want any of this. You gripped his shoulders and you whined when he brutally plunges two of his long fingers inside your surprisingly soaked core, making him smirk against your lips.

“Fucking slut.” He looks up to you before moving his fingers in and out of you and instead of being aroused, your fear towards the boy whom you love dearly and with all your heart is heightening, making you weak by your knees, and your heart to shatter into pieces.

He is not the guy who you used to love.

“Jesus Christ, Seungyoon, when are you going to get over that? Haven’t we talked about and go over that millions of times?” You threw your hands up in the air in defeat and deep frustration and before you can even stop yourself, the words that you’ve wanted to tell him since that night began to flow out of your mouth, slicing Seungyoon’s ears.

“For fuck’s sake, Seungyoon, I am not a fucking prisoner. I am not supposed to stay here all my life. You asked me to quit my job, give up a possible promotion just because you are mindlessly jealous of whoever guy or girl I am with. It is insane! I don’t see my parents anymore, my friends, even my one and only best friend whom I love so much! Am I your girlfriend, Yoon? Or I am just a toy that you fuck when you’re horny? Or to make you food when you’re hungry? Or to clean your damn house if it gets messy?” You let out a huff before biting on your trembling lower lip. Your boyfriend is still surprisingly quiet, his hands on either side of his hips and his stare still sends an uneasy chill down your spine, but you didn’t back down; you need to let him know about this before it gets even worse.

“Oh, and one more thing, I can also be your fucking punching bag when you’re drunk. And of course you don’t remember and you will cuddle me and say sorry the next morning claiming that its alcohol and you will never go drunk again, but the cycle just keeps going. Oh well, fuck you! I am so done with this whole thing. I am leaving you and I’m never going back. I cannot let you do this to me ever again. I cannot let you grip my neck this tight. I am not a fucking slave.” You spat at him as you let out huge, harsh breaths. Your chest seemed to feel a bit lighter with your confession and you close your eyes before wiping your tears away, fixing your hair and your dress shirt.

Your words make a lot of things tick inside Seungyoon’s brain but he is still frozen at his feet, his eyes darkening and he started seeing red. All he can think of now is for you to not get out of the house, no matter what it takes.

He sees you turning away from him, gripping the door knob and when you’re just about to turn it and step out, he runs towards you, yanking your hair backwards; turning you around before slamming you against the door. Both of his hands circled your neck, his long, dexterous fingers wrapping tautly and viciously around your throat and your breath hitched; eyes widening at the sudden lost of oxygen.

“You’re not fucking leaving me, ______.” He rumbles and his heavy breaths touched your lips and you felt your gullet constricting, your lungs contracting with how hard and deep he is choking you.

“S-uh-Seungyoon-let me goo.” You gnarred through constricted voice, your face growing red, borderlining purple when Seungyoon spared no mercy, brutally choking you even harder and it looks like he won’t stop until you completely stop breathing.

Your quivering hands made its way to grip Seungyoon’s wrists, digging your nails sharply to try to get him to stop since you cannot voice out any coherent words at this state. It seemed to even add more fuel to the fire because Seungyoon let out a scream before he chokes you even harder, lifting you off of your feet and your neck is completely bruised; your eyes red with fresh tears gushing down your cheeks, and your face is purple with the lack of air.

Your grip on your boyfriend’s wrists is starting to loosen and you have lost all hope. You let go of your hold and tried your best to waver from the seething glare of Seungyoon, remembering the old times.

You tried to remember the first time that you and Seungyoon went out on a date, those times when you just decided to lay in bed making out, or watch silly TV. Those numerous times when he would sing for you randomly, while you two are taking shower, or doing some household chores. You smiled despite the dreadful pain coursing through your entire being; at least, good memories will be retained in your brain even before your body gives out on you.

“I-I love you… Seungyoon.”

Seungyoon just stared at your dead body in front of him, still in a state of shock and daze. What has he done?

He looks at his hands, red and bruised because of how hard he has choked you. He looks between you and his hands, back and forth, until he was snapped out of his anger and reverie.

He runs to you, tears spilling from his eyes as he cradles your face with his hands, kissing your lips, caressing your bruised neck. He kisses them too, murmuring tons of apologies and love, but he knows that it will do nothing, and he can never bring you back.

He was a fool.

Jinwoo

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Mystery Snack Dealer // Park Minhyuk

the prompt: I’d love to see something with a teacher!au where he (preferably rocky) sneaks into your room during his free period and leaves you cute snacks in the faculty room fridge and eventually your students start to push the two of you to actually date

words: 5273

category: lots of fluff and minimal angst

author note: this is my submission for the aroha fic exchange! to whoever’s request this is, i hope you enjoy it!

– destinee

“Make sure to read pages 290 through 297 in your history books for you’re homework tonight. I’ll be sure to ask questions about the content tomorrow,” you voiced, awaiting the barrage of loud complaints from your students.

“Now how are you guys going to be the world’s greatest leaders with attitudes like that?” you asked your first grade class.

They perked up at this, silent giggles filling the room as each kid was reminded of their wishes of what to be when they grew up. You were an encouraging teacher for them, always pushing their limits and helping them become the people they wanted to be. Along with loving comments and a few field trips here and there, it was safe to say that you were the best teacher they had ever had.

Still, a teacher had her limits, and you were reaching yours. You had rushed out the door this morning and forgot your lunch, as well as your money to pay for any lunch the school was serving.

You were looking forward to going home and making a huge bowl of cereal to eat while you watched the new episode of favorite drama.

With that happy thought in mind, you made your way to the faculty room to grab your car keys and hopefully use the restroom.

“Hello,” you greeted the two elderly teachers who sat at a table, grading papers with little-to-no enthusiasm.

“Y/n, why weren’t you at lunch today?”

You replied, flustered, “I forgot my lunch and decided to stay in and grade papers before the kids got back.”

“Ah!” she smiled slyly, “So that’s why he left a snack for you…”

“What? Who?” You asked, curiosity peaking.

“I’m not allowed to say,” the old woman giggled with her friend as you got more and more confused.

Shaking it off, you made your way towards the place you had hung your keys that morning. There, on the counter beside the hooks, was a banana with a post-it note attached to it.

You grabbed it and read the message, which was short and sweet; Y/n, don’t skip lunch~

You felt your cheeks heat up at the simple words, and inwardly you cursed yourself for acting so strange. More than likely, it was just one of the older faculty members who saw you as a daughter, and wanted to take care of you.

That had to be it. You tried to convince yourself.

With that thought, you held the banana in one hand, and your car keys in the other. You looked at the women, who seemed to be watching you with glee as they pretended to grade their papers.

“Can you tell them I said thank you?”

They agreed, smiling fondly as if you had just accepted the mystery person’s marriage proposal.

“It’s just a snack!” You told them firmly as you left the room. The last thing you wanted was for the old women to start gossiping about you and the mystery snack dealer, or whatever you were going to decide to call him.

The next day, you remembered to bring money for lunch, but you forgot, in your hustle, to eat breakfast.

That was okay, since you usually only ate an apple for breakfast anyway. The thing you craved was caffeine. You had almost fallen asleep on the way to school. It was your own fault, deciding to find a new drama and watch as many episodes as you could before the sun rose.

So you slugged into the faculty room to dispose of the money you wouldn’t need until lunch.

You got scolded for rubbing your eyes by the same women who were gossiping about you and the snack dealer the day before.

“How many hours of sleep did you get?” They interrogated.

You hummed, pausing to do the math. “I think…three? No! Four, it was four.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.”

Your cheeks flushed as you basically got scolded in front of the entire faculty. For a moment, your eyes looked with Park Minhyuk, one of the only other teachers your age. He lowered his gaze and politely left the room. As well as a few other teachers, you noticed, as no one wanted to be in the cross hairs of Mrs. Kang’s scolding.

Minhyuk snuck down the hall with freshly bought coffee from the cafe down the street.

After checking to make sure you were still in the faculty room, he opened the door to your classroom and entered.

Twenty pairs of eyes stared back at him.

“Mr. Minhyuk?” One of the girls asked.

Minhyuk offered them an awkward smile. “Hello, everyone. I’m just dropping off this coffee for your teacher.”

The same girl, Jinah, gasped loudly, “Do you like Ms. Y/n?”

Minhyuk pressed a finger against his lips and looked at the door, afraid you would walk in at any moment.

“This has to stay between us, okay? Otherwise I can’t keep bringing her gifts.”

Jinah giggled. “You’re a secret admirer!”

“Yes, I am,” Minhyuk returned her happy expression. “That means this has to stay a secret between us. Promise?”

“We promise!” All of the children chorused back, giggling.

“Great,” Minhyuk said under his breath. Then, after saying goodbye to the children, he exited the classroom.

“Dongmin!” He greeted the music teacher. Dongmin sat at his piano, playing a tune Minhyuk didn’t recognize. “That’s really pretty! Did you compose it yourself?”

Dongmin rolled his eyes. “What do you want?”

“Do I have to want something every time I compliment you?” Minhyuk asked in mock offense.

“I guess not,” Dongmin smiled, “It is a piece I have composed. I haven’t finished it yet, but I think it sounds good, don’t you?”

“Of course,” Minhyuk rushed out, causing Dongmin to roll his eyes. The music teacher was never wrong, and he hadn’t been this time either. “Do you think you could watch Y/n’s class? She’s getting scolded by Mrs. Kang.”

Dongmin stood up, grimacing, “You should’ve just said so.”

“Thank you!” Minhyuk called as he left the room.

“You owe me!”

You endured an entire essay-like speech on the effects of little sleep and the harm it does to your body.

Now, five minutes late to your class and still struggling to stay awake, you rushed to your awaiting students.

Lee Dongmin, the elementary school’s music teacher stood in the open doorway of your classroom, watching your kids. You could hear excited chattering from them and could tell that it would be hard to grasp their attention today.

“Sorry I’m late. Thanks for watching them,” you said to him.

“No problem,” he replied with a smile, “Minhyuk told me that you were facing some wrath and that you might be a bit late.”

You grinned, “Thanks for understanding.”

“Your welcome. See you.”

You passed him and addressed your class as soon as you stepped over the threshold. “Sorry I’m late, everyone! Now who can tell me the difference between vertebrates and invertebrates–”

You halted. Your students giggled from behind their small hands. A small cup of coffee was set upon your desk, with a post-it note the same color as the one on the banana stuck to the lid.

Picking it up cautiously, you read the note; Remember to rest. Your eyes shine brightly when you get a good night’s sleep. PS: I hope you like mocha lattes.

You looked at the cup, then at the kids. “Did you guys see who put this on my desk?”

The kids squealed in excitement, but wouldn’t answer you anything other than the random “No!” and “We promised not to tell!”

Though you were tired, your brain still made the obvious connection. “Was it Mr. Dongmin?”

You watched as each kid looked at the other in panic. Then a little boy, Jinyoung, raised his voice at the other kids. “We promised we wouldn’t tell!”

You smiled at their loyalty. Deep down, you figured you already had your answer.

“Okay, enough stalling,” you took a sip of your coffee. You could already feel your energy returning. “The first one to tell me the difference between vertebrates and invertebrates gets a piece of candy!”

You laughed at the amount of hands that shot up.

Your class had recess with the kindergarteners and the second graders. You watched the kids play from the small table you and the other two teachers sat around.

Then you turned to Myungjun, the kindergarten teacher, and Minhyuk, the second grade teacher.

“So, something weird had been happening lately.”

“Oh?” Myungjun smirked. It was already known, to your dismay, that the entire faculty had been gossiping about you and the mystery snack dealer. Obviously, the amount of things to talk about between teachers was scarce to none.

Rolling your eyes, you continued, “I think I know who it is, but I don’t want to be wrong, so I need your help.”

Myungjun smiled widely at Minhyuk, who sat there, thinking hard about something.

“Maybe you guys can ask him?” You suggested. “Because I’m not really close to Dongmin and I don’t want to come across as strange if I accuse him of being the mystery snack dealer.”

The boys burst out laughing at you. Both for different reasons.

Myungjun’s: “You think it’s Dongmin?”

Minhyuk’s: “Mystery snack dealer?”

You frowned, “Guys… This is important to me.”

“Oh, rest assured this is important to us, too.” Myungjun said. “This is the first interesting thing that has happened since that one time in college when Jinwoo snuck Sanha into a frat party.”

“Mrs. Y/n!” Your neck nearly snapped off as you looked for the source of the voice.

One of your favorite students, a little girl named Jinah, ran up to you.

“What happened, Jinah? Are you hurt?”

After a few deep breaths, Jinah looked up calmly. “You have to sit beside Mr. Minhyuk.”

You rose your eyebrows, glancing at Minhyuk, who was too busying staring wide-eyed at the first-grader before him.

“Really? Why is that?”

“Because, um, patterns!”

“Patterns?”

“Yes!” Jinah nodded her head vigorously. “You are sitting first grade teacher, kindergarten teacher, second grade teacher. You should sit in order,” she explained.

Myungjun chuckled, “Right, so me and Mrs. Y/n should switch places.”

“Yes!” Jinah cheered.

You shrugged at the strange request before switching your seat with Myungjun’s.

“It’s my own fault,” you said. “I taught them the importance of patterns.”

Minhyuk chuckled, causing you to turn and watch him laugh at the child as she ran away.

You had never really noticed your fellow teacher’s features before. Not in detail, anyway. His broad forehead could be seen through a messy side part. His brunet hair looked soft to the touch, and your fingers twitched unconsciously as you thought about running your fingers through it. The smile on his face was wide and cheery. Your eyes traced the slope of his nose, down to his cupid’s bow, then to his dark red lips.

Suddenly, his russet eyes met yours and your breath caught inside of your throat.

His mouth opened a bit as if he was going to say something.

You cleared your throat and hastily averted your eyes.

The bell rung and you stood up, “Recess is over!”

You gathered up your kids and avoided the other two teacher’s eyes. Myungjun’s eyes held mocking laughter that you did not want to deal with.

Especially when your cheeks were warmer than the blistering sun.

At the end of the day, you hurried to the faculty room and grabbed your bag. You dug through your bag to find your keys, when instead, your hands caught hold of a plastic bag.

You pulled it out and stared at the little jellies sitting inside. The bright pink candies stood out to you as you stared at them. The post-it note stuck to it said the following:

Y/n, you still don’t know who I am~ Haha, keep trying! Fighting!

You groaned in frustration.

Would you ever find him?

Finally, it was Friday. All week you had been subjected to teasing by not only your fellow peers, but also your own students, about the mystery snack dealer.

Even now, during recess, four of your students were bragging to you about how handsome he was.

“Jinah,” you whispered to one of them after she finished trying to explain how pretty mystery guy’s eyes were.

She looked at you, awaiting your request.

“If you tell me who he is, I’ll give you a whole bag of candy.”

“No!” Jinah protested. “Your boyfriend gave those to you.”

“He isn’t my boyfriend.”

“Yes, he is.”

“No, he isn’t.”

“Of course he is!”

“I don’t know him!” You sighed in exasperation.

“Don’t know who?” You heard the voice of Minhyuk before you turned around to see him. He stood there in a nice tucked-in dress shirt, with his hands behind his back.

You heard Jinah scream for her second-grade friends, but your main focus was on your fellow teacher. Would he think it was stupid that you were still looking for the strange man?

“It’s nothing,” you assured him.

Minhyuk pulled out the seat beside you and sat down, so close that your knees bumped together every so often. “You can tell me, Y/n.”

The playful lilt in his voice made your stomach do a little turn. You struggled to find your words, “I-I just want to know who keeps giving me gifts. I want to thank them for going through so much trouble…”

“That’s it?” You failed to notice the disappointed tone in his voice.

“I think so. I might pay him back for the coffee, since those can get expensive.”

“If he’s getting gifts for you, I’m sure he doesn’t mind.”

“Still, he’s obviously on a teacher’s salary just like me.”

Minhyuk laughed at that, his smile so contagious you couldn’t help but chuckle along.

“You’re so cute, you know that?”

“Wha-?” Your mouth opened, but you couldn’t even form the rest of your one-worded sentence.

Minhyuk gave you a boyish grin and stood up. “I’ve got to go get some paperwork done, can you watch my kids for a bit?”

You simply nodded, your cheeks heating up rapidly. You wished he would stop talking to you and just leave already.

Monday couldn’t have been worse. In the middle of your math lesson, a huge thunderstorm began.

Rain meant that the children couldn’t play outside for recess, which would mean they would have to stay in the classroom.

By the time recess came around, your children were already done for the day, and luckily, they were tired enough from the weekend to be content with coloring for a half hour.

All was well, as you graded papers and ate the jellybeans that were left for you that morning, until Dongmin walked into your classroom.

“Dongmin,” you greeted him with a smile on your face. It gradually faded, however, as you heard the erratic screams of children down the hall. “Is everything okay?”

Dongmin shook his head, “Minhyuk’s class is being very difficult at the moment, so I thought you could help him while I watch your class?”

“Why can’t you help him?”

“I already tried. They won’t listen to me.”

You sighed. “Fine.”

With your bag of jellybeans, you crossed the hallway and peeked inside of the second grade classroom.

Pure chaos. Children were running around, screaming. One child had found paint and was proceeding to redecorate the walls. Some other children were throwing loose pieces of paper around. You finally spotted Minhyuk at a desk in the back, comforting one of his students, who seemed to be crying.

“Minhyuk-?”

His head snapped up, and a look of relief flooded his features. “I didn’t think you would come.”

“Of course I would’ve. Now watch the master at work.” You silently walked towards Minhyuk’s desk and found a large lesson planner. Then, holding it high for everyone to see, you let it drop flat on the ground.

The sound resonated around the classroom and each children looked at you in alarm.

“If everyone is not back in their seats by the count of five, there will be no recess for the rest of the week,” you said. Of course you were over exaggerating, but it worked like a charm.

Everyone squealed and ran for their assigned seats, not wanted to miss out on any future fun.

“Now,” you smiled at the kids, putting on your most mysterious smile, “Who wants to hear a story?”

The majority of the children had their hands raised.

You smiled. “Listen closely then: Once upon a time, there lived a dragon, who dreamed of being the fiercest in the land…”

After school was out, the rain still hadn’t let up. It was also convenient that you had taken the bus to school today, and you hadn’t brought your umbrella.

Deciding to brave it, you rolled your shoulders back and prepared yourself for the cold rain.

“Y/n, wait!” Minhyuk’s voice caused you to turn around.

“Are you walking home?” he asked you.

“No,” you said, looking up at him, “just to the bus stop.”

“I take the bus, too. Let me walk you?”

“Okay…” you agreed.

Thankfully, Minhyuk had an umbrella big enough for two people to be under, but you still had to stay fairly close to him. His sweater looked exceptionally warm, especially to you, who forgot to wear a coat.

“Here we are,” Minhyuk said. “And the bus just arrived as well!”

The two of you climbed up the bus steps and you stopped to dig your bus card out of your pocket.

Suddenly, an arm reached around you. You watched as Minhyuk payed for not only his fair, but your fair as well.

You gave him a look, but he only nudged your side a bit and said, “We should probably find a seat since we’re holding up the line.”

Not noticing that you and Minhyuk were the only people who had gotten on the bus, so you whipped around quickly to find an empty seat in the back of the bus.

Minhyuk sat beside you and leaned his head back, closing his eyes.

You looked down at your hands. “Thanks for paying. I’ll pay you back, if you want.”

You looked at him, so he would see your sincerity. Although all you saw was him peaking one eye open to look at you. “Don’t mention it. Consider it a thank you for saving my skin earlier with the kids. You really got their interest with that dragon story. How did you think of it anyway?”

You leaned back, mimicking his position and shrugged. “It just came to me. I thought they might get tired of the classic knight-slays-dragon trope. I wanted them to see the dragon’s side of the story.”

Minhyuk let out a soft chuckle, “That’s an interesting way to look at it. Now tell me why you became a teacher.”

“Oh,” You sat up a bit straighter, “I got held back in elementary school, because it was hard for me to understand my schoolwork. Ever since then I always thought, if my teacher had just sat down and explained stuff to me, I might have been able to pass that year. So I wanted to be the teacher who took time to explain things to her students. I chose first grade because it’s a big contrast after kindergarten, and I wanted to make it easier and more fun for the kids. Something I didn’t have, you know?”

“Wow.”

You looked at Minhyuk , after hearing his reaction. “What about you? What made you become a teacher?”

Minhyuk shrugged. “I want to say something inspiring like you, but it was just a spur of the moment choice. My parents wanted me to get a degree in something, and I figured teaching would be better than law school or medical.”

You absorbed this new information, automatically feeling closer to him. “Than what did you want to be?”

Turning to look at him, you noticed his ears turning bright red. Your curiosity sparked. “What is it?”

“Promise you won’t laugh.”

“Of course I won’t,” you assured him.

“Iwantedtobeadancer.” He muttered out a string of syllables you could only assume was a sentence.

“Please repeat that.”

“I wanted to be a dancer.” You automatically imagined Minhyuk tap dancing with a cane and a bowler hat, and the thought humored you.

You let out a giggle, but quickly covered your mouth with your hands.

“You promised!” Minhyuk said, pointing an accusing finger at you.

From the playful tone in his voice, you knew he wasn’t too mad at you. “I’m sorry!”

Your laughter filled up the bus and you folded over, holding your stomach. “I promise it’s not because of your dream,” you said, covering your face to try and get the comical image out of your head.

“Then what is it?” Minhyuk laughed along, leaning closer to you. He grabbed your hands and pried them away from your face.

“You’re literally laughing at me!” He said.

You tried to sober yourself up, slowing your laughter back into giggles. It was only then that you realized Minhyuk was still holding your hands. Your faces were close together, the air of faded laughter between the two of you.

Without thinking, you glanced down at his lips for a moment. They were quirked into a small smile that slowly dropped into a serious line.

The two of you locked eyes.

You cleared your throat and backed up.

Minhyuk let go of your hands and reached up to scratch the back of his neck.

“T-this is my stop,” you stuttered, trying not to look him in the eyes.

“Right, take my umbrella with you.” He practically shoved the black object in your arms.

“Thanks. See you tomorrow.” You got off the bus as quickly as you could and walked to your apartment without looking back.

You felt your heart beat rapidly.

That was the moment you knew: you had a crush on Park Minhyuk.

To say you were nervous the next day would have been an understatement.

There is a certain pestering feeling that creeps up when you realize you have a crush on someone you’ve known for awhile.

You start to feel awkward in front of them, as if their opinion will all of a sudden change because you think of them as something more than just a friend.

Which would explain why you avoided Minhyuk’s eyes as you walked into the faculty room.

You walked over to the counter where a bag of jellies sat, once again, with a post-it note on it.

If you were going to be honest, the fluttering feeling you usually got when you received your little gifts had been replaced with a feeling of remorse. Whoever gave you the gift hadn’t won over your heart. Minhyuk had beat them to it.

Now, whenever you found out who it was, you would have to admit that you didn’t like him.

With this resolve, you felt bad for accepting his gift of affection.

So you threw the gift in the trash, not allowing yourself to accept it.

As you left, you didn’t notice Minhyuk staring at the trash bin with a deflated expression.

“I can’t believe you threw away the gift!” Myungjun stared at you as you ate your lunch during the kid’s recess.

Apparently, Myungjun had been in the faculty room as well, and saw you throw it away.

You shrugged, stealing a glance at Minhyuk. He was reading a book, and it didn’t look like he was even listening.

“I like someone else,” you said quietly. “I don’t want the snack dealer’s gifts because they don’t mean anything to me.”

Myungjun’s jaw dropped. “What kind of logic is that? At least eat the food, it doesn’t mean you like him!”

“Hey!” Minhyuk snapped, causing you to jump. You didn’t think he had been listening. “If she wants to make her feelings known to the snack dealer, I’m sure he gets the message.”

Myungjun gave him an unreasonable expression. You watched silently as Minhyuk closed his book and stood up. He walked over to his class and joined them in their game of tag.

Myungjun looked at you. “Who do you like?”

“None of your business.”

“Dongmin?”

“No.”

“Bin?”

“Nope.”

“Me?”

“Obviously not.”

“Rude. Jinwoo?”

“I don’t even know him that well.”

“Sanha?”

“He doesn’t work here!”

“Aha! So he works here?!” Myungjun shouted and pointed an accusing finger into your face. A cheeky smile spread on his lips.

“Don’t!” You warned.

“It’s Minhyuk!” Myungjun whispered excitedly.

“So what if it is?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“You just ruined everything.” Myungjun said, face-palming over-dramatically.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

The bell signaling the end of recess rang.

“Bye, Y/n!” Myungjun cheered before going to gather his kids.

How did you ruin everything?

Minhyuk sat at his desk while his class read from their chapter books.

He was bored out of his mind, and unfortunately disheartened at the thought that you liked someone else.

The gift idea was going so well, too.

Admittedly, when Dongmin brought the idea up, Minhyuk thought it was the stupidest, cheesiest idea in the world.

But as the days went by, and your smile grew every time you saw something from him, Minhyuk found himself loving the idea.

His crush on you had started the very first day you started working as a first grade teacher. It took him a good eight months to even admit to the boys that he liked you, let alone do anything about it.

Now it seemed too late, however. You had found someone else to have a crush on, and had indirectly rejected Minhyuk’s confessions.

Minhyuk knew he had to respect your decision, but it still shattered his heart when he watched you throw his gift into the trash.

You might as well have physically ripped his heart out and performed a jig on top of the beating organ. It probably would’ve hurt less than this.

“Mr. Minhyuk?” One of his students drew him out of his reverie.

“Yes, Dongyeon?”

“Why aren’t you dating Ms. Y/n?”

Minhyuk choked on his own spit. “That isn’t a very polite question to ask,” he managed to say in his distress.

“Have you brought her coffee today?” Dongyeon pressed.

“She doesn’t like my coffee anymore.”

At this, the kids began to ask him why, as apparently Jinah from first grade had told everyone that they were getting married.

“We’re not getting married.” Minhyuk reassured them.

“Jinah says you are. She says that Ms. Y/n always gets really happy when she sees coffee on her desk.”

Minhyuk sighed, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes. “I promise you guys: Ms. Y/n doesn’t like me.”

Dongyeon scoffed under his breath, “Wait till Jinah hears about this.”

“Teacher!” Jinah’s voice was heard before her face was seen.

It was after school, and you were waiting with some of the children as their parents came to pick them up.

“What is it?”

Jinah bowed her head. “I left my bow in the classroom and my mom will kill me if I lose it again.”

You looked at her pouting face, then at Myungjun.

“I’ll watch her,” he told you.

After thanking him, you walked back to your classroom. When you closed the door behind you, someone cleared their throat.

“Ah!” You jumped, turning around and clutching the place above your heart. Minhyuk stood there, looking through Jinah’s desk.

“What are you doing here?” you asked.

Minhyuk exhaled roughly as he looked at the desk. “Jinah told me she left her bow in here and asked me to get it, but I can’t find it anywhere.”

“Jinah asked me to get her bow…”

Once you both seemed to realize what the first grader had done, you bolted for the door.

The both of you were too late, however, as you heard the unmistakable click of the lock and a few giggles.

One of them you swore was Myungjun’s.

“I’m going to kill him,” Minhyuk muttered, turning the doorknob.

“Maybe we could try the window?” You said.

“They don’t open for safety, remember?” Minhyuk said.

You crossed your arms. “How is that helpful in the case of a fire?”

Minhyuk chuckled before turning around and leaning against the door. “I think you can break it if it’s that serious.”

“Is this not serious enough for you?”

Minhyuk watched you sarcastically roll your eyes and smiled to himself.

“Sorry about this. It’s all my fault. Jinah must have wanted to play matchmaker. I shouldn’t have fallen for her tricks.”

“Why would Jinah want to play matchmaker?” Your eyebrows shot up.

Minhyuk’s ears turned a deep shade of scarlet as he avoided you gaze. “It doesn’t matter. It would’ve never worked out, right?”

“What are you talking about, Minhyuk?”

You heard Jinah’s voice from outside the door. “Ask her why she doesn’t like your coffee!”

Minhyuk’s face mirrored yours: shock and a mixture of realization.

“I–” Minhyuk started, but failed to continue as he bowed his head.

You, on the other hand, stepped closer to him, “It was you?”

Minhyuk’s head was still bowed, but he nodded shyly, “But I know you like someone else, so don’t feel pressured to like me back–”

You cut him off by lifting yourself onto your tiptoes and kissed his cheek.

A soft blush appeared on his cheeks and Minhyuk looked up at you through lidded eyes. “W-what was that for?”

You smiled sheepishly, “It was you, you idiot.”

Minhyuk stared at you in confusion.

“I developed feelings for you so I didn’t care about the gifts anymore. I thought they were from someone else.” You smirked, elbowing him lightly in the rib. “Those notes were pretty cheesy, Minhyuk. Some of these made me cringe.”

“Don’t,” he warned you, his blush growing redder by the second.

Your teasing done, you leaned closer to Minhyuk and looked at him. “Did you mean it though? You really like me?”

“Of course,” Minhyuk smiled shyly, reaching out to tug your hand into his. “And now we can get coffee together.”

“Who said I want to go get coffee with you?” You pulled him closer so that there were mere centimeters between your lips.

“You said you wanted to pay me back for all the money I spent.”

Minhyuk’s stupid smirk was enough for you to close the gap, pressing your lips against his in a gentle manner.

The two of you pulled away slowly, with smiles on your faces and pink on your cheeks.

“Do you maybe want to get dinner after we leave?”

“That sounds nice,” you smiled, before adding, “if Jinah ever lets us out.”

Minhyuk tried the doorknob again, and to your surprise, it opened right away.

The two of you looked at Myungjun and Jinah, who were crouched in the middle of the hallway looking smug. Jinah offered her palm and Myungjun high-fived her. “Told you my plan would work.”

“I’m still going to kill you,” Minhyuk said calmly.

Myungjun bolted up, and the two of them broke into a dead sprint down the hallway, accompanied by Minhyuk’s threats and Myungjun’s laughter.

You stood next to Jinah and watched them go.

“So do you and Mr. Minhyuk like each other now?” she looked up at you and smiled sweetly.

With a matching smile on your face, you nodded to your favorite student, “I think we do.”

~the end~

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Mate ft. Suga

Genre: angst, Vampire! au

Word count: 2,440

Pairing: ReaderXMin Yoongi

Author’s note: Part 2? Maybe if requested. I am working on requests I promise as well as Fall Out part four. I have not forgotten my other works this was just a quick burst of inspiration. I hope you enjoy it!

You despite your better judgment wiped your nose on your sleeve, you had no tissues in your handbag and no intention of slowing down as you ran down the hallway of Big Hit entertainment.

The only thing you could think of was to get away and get away quickly.

The embarrassment you felt creeping its way into your cheeks was enough to make you want to bury yourself in a hole and never come out.

Mate, your ass.

You hoped Min Yoongi would choke on that blood he drank.

A sharp pang struck your heart as if to scold you for thinking such a thing about your supposed mate. But as if you cared, you never wanted this life for yourself. It was hard enough to adjust to life lived in the dark as opposed to the warm light.

You were never comfortable with your new life no matter how many promises were made to you. His coven made it easier with their acceptance of you, but something inside of you was screaming for you to leave.

You were truly hurt that you caught the man who to you pretty much ruined your life feeding off another. It was never supposed to be done he told you, after a vampire mated all he needed was his mate’s blood to survive. It must’ve been a lie.

You looked on the bright side you now had official cause to leave. Through your misery you managed a small smile at the thought of returning to your old life. It could all be yours again once reached that exit.

As you pushed opened that door to you freedom you collided with the youngest of the coven.

He bowed in apology, “Mianhe Noona.”

“It’s alright,” You hid your red face behind your (h/c) hair, “I’m in a hurry Kookie.”

He stepped out of your way so that you could leave, you felt bad for snapping at the maknae like that but you knew for the sake of his hyung he would try to convince you to stay. You just wanted to end this chapter in your life peacefully. Cut all ties like ripping off a band-aid.

You could feel the young man’s gaze on your back as you sprinted toward the nearest subway station; you thought briefly he would alert Yoongi of what he saw but you didn’t care of the consequences.

You felt as if you were racing the clock, you needed to get to your apartment before anyone could figure out your plan. You had an hour to sunrise if you made it back in that time, packed up all your belongings, no one could get in your way from leaving.

***

Busan didn’t take long to get used to. It was just as bustling as Seoul and it was business as usual for you. Being an office worker by day and a painter by night had it’s perks the beauty of your new city had given you something new to be inspired by. The skyline was beautiful, it took your breath away and distracted you from painting worse things.

Things that only brought your underlying pain to the surface.

When you were distracted you would paint those sleepy brown eyes without even realizing it. When you came to you nearly burst into tears. He had told you stories about mates being separated; the pain they endured mentally, he had told you, was enough to drive one to insanity.

However you were yet to reach that level of pain; you weren’t completely alone here you had made a few friends. They kept your mind active and feeling, they wouldn’t let your mind wander down that dark and strange path you thought you had let go when you left Seoul.

These people brought you back into the Rhythm of normalcy.

The only late nights you pulled were for your canvases now, just the way you liked it.

You took in a breath of fresh air as you stepped out of your building where that said group of friends waited. Junho, Soomi, and last but not least Jinwoo. The last friend of yours had oddly enough helped you out the most.

Being a fellow painter he kept pushing you through the lowest of your odd portraits. He never asked you why you only painted the eyes or who those eyes belonged to. He just knew they caused you pain so he would take them and burn them in your small fireplace.

To some that may have been a bold move, how could he throw away someone’s art without asking? The first time you painted it in front of your friend you slashed the center of the canvas with a giant glop of black paint. The second time you knocked your easel over out of shock.

You were pretty sure Jinwoo picked up on the fact you didn’t want to paint what ended up on your canvas. So he picked it up from the floor and just tossed it into the fire.

“Kamsahamnida,” you had mumbled to him and he just waved it off like it was nothing to worry about.

Ever since he became your crutch in Busan.

“There you are (y/n)-ah,” Jinwoo called wrapping a comfortable arm around your shoulder, “We were afraid you fell too deep into your painting again.”

You chuckled in slight embarrassment, “No not this time come on I’m starving.”

As your group crossed the street you sensed eyes upon your back. Not baleful, you didn’t think, but it was cause enough for you to turn to look over your shoulder. Of course you saw no one and shrugged off the weird sensation. Not wanting to ruin everyone’s night by being paranoid.

But it was like that for the whole outing, someone had to be following you, you were never so sure of something before. You thought maybe your friend thought something was off too because at one point, his arm was around your shoulders in a friendly way. But after you guys left the restaurant you felt the eyes on you again, and then you felt Jinwoo’s arm slip to your waist in a protective manner.

You guys were in tune ninety percent of the time he had to of noticed some creep you couldn’t seem to pinpoint.

“Oppa,” you said softly, “Can you see him?”

He shook his head, “But he’s around, frankly whoever it is they mastered the art of chilling someone to the bone.”

I nodded my head, “Let’s just keep going.”

After that small exchange you didn’t talk about it for the rest of the night; you followed around your eager friends everywhere until two in the morning when you decided it was late and you had to work in the morning. You were prepared to return home yourself from the club but Jinwoo offered to take you back.

An offer you actually gratefully accepted; you didn’t know how crazy this stalker was. You felt safer with a guy walking you back as opposed to all by yourself.

Conversation was light and cheerful as you were escorted home; you really only spoke of your current art conquests and if you were even close to being finished. Not surprised when you both said no, letting out chuckles of amusement.

When you reached your building you bit your lip. Still anxious to see if anyone had followed you back, so you tugged on Jinwoo’s sweater.

“Would it be too much to ask oppa if you stayed the night?” I rubbed my neck uncomfortably, “I’m nervous.”

“Of course not (y/n)-ah,” he replied ruffling your hair as if you were a little kid, “What kind of friend would I be to leave you alone?”

“Not a very good one,” you replied, “I think you left some clothes here from the last time we pulled an all nighter.”

You led your friend up to the third floor where you let yourself in and began to get settled in for the night. You made up the couch for your friend asking if he needed anything before retiring to your bedroom.

You tied up your hair and gathered your pajamas for a quick shower before you hit the sack.

You hummed to yourself as you finished up your pm skincare routine. Dabbing your face with a clean towel you shut off the bathroom light and went for your bed. Screaming in terror for your friend when you saw a figure lounging on your bed.

There was a hand over your mouth then and lips to your ear, “Tell him you’re fine jagi.”

Your heart hammered against your chest when you recognized that voice. Adrenaline coursed through your veins as you contemplated your options. You bit his hand hard enough to surprise him; he let go of you as your friend came running in with a baseball bat in hand switching on the light.

You knew that weapon would do no good against a superhuman being but you were hoping he wouldn’t do anything rash in front of an unaware human. Namjoon would have his head.

He looked so handsome in his tight black jeans and black, silk, button up that you could remember the first time his beaut took your breath away. You pushed it away immediately you wanted to stay angry with him and couldn’t do that when seeing him almost made you want to jump into his arms.

Yoongi rolled his eyes and let out a snort, “Put that down boy before you hurt yourself.”

“You’re the one who has been stalking us?” Jinwoo asked in disbelief expecting an old pervert to be the culprit, “Why don’t you leave before you hurt yourself?”

Yoongi scoffed looking at you pointing a finger toward your friend, “You tried replacing your mate with this fool?”

“Who says mate?” Jinwoo asked confused.

You ignored Yoongi’s question hoping he got the message and left. That wasn’t the case he stepped toward the younger man. Taking the bat in his hand only to snap it in half. You stood completely still in shock.

The time you spent away from vampires really made you forget their true strength and just how capable they were of meeting their means.

“Get out.”

Yoongi held Jinwoo’s gaze until the boy backed out of the room slowly when you heard the front door close you felt panicked. What was he going to do? Why was he even here?

You took two steps back toward your bathroom hoping he wouldn’t notice so you could lock yourself in. The thin piece of wood wouldn’t likely do much to keep him out but it would make you feel safe.

“I’ll break it down,” Yoongi stated while seemingly distracted by something else, “We need to have a nice long talk (y/n)-ah.”

“I don’t think there’s anything to say,” you said nearly out of breath, “Just go away.”

He let out a chuckle, “I’ve been looking everywhere for you thinking you had been taken from me or worse I thought you were dead. All this time I was worried about you and mean to tell me you wanted to leave?”

“I’m surprised you looked at all...”

His head snapped in your direction, “You think I wouldn’t look for my mate? Who vanished without a trace?”

You kicked the ground with your foot, “Apparently not without a trace cause you found me.”

“Thanks to Jin-ah who was able to track you down.”

You had forgotten to think about Jin oppa’s abilities you just wanted to leave the city you packed up and left. Cursing yourself, you should have been more careful.

“What is it that you want Yoongi-ah?” you asked gathering the courage to look in his eyes, “Because I’m tired and it’s almost sun up for you.”

“My mate, obviously.”

“Oh is that me?”

He rolled his eyes at you, “I’m tired of your nonsense (y/n)-ah you had your fun here we’re going home tomorrow.”

You shook your head in disbelief, “I don’t want to go back I like it here.”

“Is that because of the human?” Yoongi snapped at you, “You think he means something to you?”

“What are you implying? You asked him crossing your arms, “Of course he means something to me he’s my friend.”

“For you he may just be a friend,” he said with a bored tone, “ But the human wants more than you can give him.”

“Even if he does it’s none of your business Yoongi,” you said this time in annoyance, “I didn’t interfere when your little blood bag wanted more from you.”

“What idiocies are you spouting off?” he asked you running a hand through his blonde hair, “I haven’t taken from a donor since I met you.”

You felt a ball of anger ignite in the pit of your stomach, “Don’t lie Yoongi-ah I know what I saw.”

“And what was that?” he asked you with a smugness you wanted to smack out of him.

“You were bent over a woman, drinking from her neck!”

He shook his head, “Hadn’t you been at an art exhibition in Incheon that week? Did you expect me to survive off of one feeding? Your blood may be the only blood that truly satisfies my thirst but I can still drink from others to make it bearable.”

You grabbed your temples to soothe the aching hurt, “Well I can make friends that make my life bearable. I don’t want to see a liar like you, get out Yoongi. You’ll fry in the sun otherwise.”

You thanked your lucky stars that it was nearly daybreak; you needed to heal your broken heart all over again. You hated his nonchalance like what he did wasn’t hurtful. He was never considerate of your feelings, he was always somewhat cold to you. You had accepted that to be part of his personality but this was too much for you,

He looked out the window, seeing the pinkish horizon across the way. “You can’t hide from me (y/n)-ah, please don’t make me chase after you again.”

You watched as he jumped from your window out of plain sight; you dove onto your bed crying. You hated this, you hated him. You wanted to leave again, go someplace so far away he would never find you.

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