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xofanfics · 3 years

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Swipe Right - Part 5

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Pairing: Hansol x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: You’re bored, swiping on Tinder and you happen to find one of your classmates on the app.

You hadn’t heard from Hansol since that day. You didn’t expect to and you should’ve been able to move on since he’d fucked you over, but you found yourself thinking of him more often than you should. Why were you still thinking about him when two weeks had passed already? You were sure that you were the last person on his mind. He was probably seeing other people in the meantime, since things didn’t work out with you. You were sure he had a few girls on the back burner, to bring out when it was convenient for him, to bring out to play a game that only he could prevail as a winner.

But Hansol was a thing of the past. He texted you once and you left him on read. Since then, he didn’t text you and you didn’t text him. You deserved better than to be chasing after some entitled man who clearly wanted to have a roster of women to pick and choose from when he felt like it. He was no different from any of the other guys out there, which sucked because you thought you clicked. You thought things would go somewhere, that you could at least be friends. But even that was out of the question.

Things with Alex were going okay. And you went on that date he planned. He picked you up, a single rose in his hand, before whisking you off to a dessert bar. The two of you split a cake sampler platter and had some spiked cider. You talked about any and everything. You enjoyed his company but you still felt like there was something missing that you couldn’t put your finger on. Alex was a good looking guy and he was nice to you, not to mention the fact that he was so thoughtful to plan such a cute dessert date.

Your friends were happy for you, happy that you met someone like Alex, happy that you didn’t try to get back with Hansol. As a friend, you understood. The last thing you wanted, as a friend, was for any of your friends to end up with a guy that treated them like shit. The last thing you wanted was for any of the girls you cared about to be led on and played around with by a man who had unclear intentions. It wasn’t fair.

“Y/N, isn’t that event soon?” called Cam from the kitchen. A moment later, she appeared in your doorway.

“Yeah,” you said, “I was just deciding which shirt to wear.” You pointed to the shirts on the bed, one dark red and the other navy.

“Go with red,” she said, winking. “You look cute in red.”

As you approached your senior year, you couldn’t help but feel behind. Everyone had jobs, internships, and just seemed to have their shit together overall. You decided that you wanted to get an internship over the summer. And a couple industry leaders from well known companies were coming to speak at an event at your school. If there was any advice they could give, you’d take it. You figured that you could use as much help as you could get at this point.

You expected the event to be pretty small, since most people didn’t seem to care about campus events. But, as you got inside the hall, you realized that today that that was totally not the case. The space was starting to get a bit crowded. Luckily, you grabbed a seat in the middle row.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket.

Alex [1:51PM] : What time is the event over? Are you busy later?

Y/N [1:51PM] : It’ll be over at 3. I’m going to dinner with my friends later.

Alex [1:56PM] : When are you going to let me make you dinner?

You smiled at the message. It was nice to be courted like this. And for once, a man told you what his intention was from the beginning. It was comforting. You weren’t sure if you and Alex would date for real but at least knowing his intentions with you was good enough for you. You were excited by the idea of having a man like Alex as your boyfriend.

You felt like you were being watched. Someone’s eyes were on you. You looked over your left shoulder to look behind you. In that short span of time the room was filled, people standing in the back of the room as all the seats were taken. And when you looked to your right, your eyes met with the very man you’d been trying your hardest to avoid.

You let out a sigh. “Why here, Hansol?”

He cleared his throat, nervous. “There’s nowhere else to sit.”

He hadn’t planned to see you here, to be honest. He hadn’t assumed that the two of you would ever be in the same room, breathing the same air, again. He knew that after that last conversation he had with you, that his chances of reconciling with you were very low. And when he saw you sitting here, he couldn’t help himself. He made an impulsive decision to sit next to you, unsure of how it would all turn out. Like last time, it could go left or it could go right. He doubted he could make things worse than they already were so he figured, “Why not?”

You rolled your eyes and didn’t say anything else. You weren’t going to let him ruin the event for you before it started, so you didn’t entertain him with another reply. You let the event roll out, taking notes where you could. From your peripheral vision, you saw Hansol typing too. But to your dismay, your phone vibrated with a text from him; you hadn’t blocked him and now you were wondering if maybe you should’ve.

Hansol [4:36PM] : Can we talk?

Y/N [4:36PM] : We have nothing to talk about, Hansol.

Hansol [4:36PM] : I just need two minutes, Y/N

Hansol [4:37PM] : Please

Hansol [4:37PM] : I know I don’t always say or do the right things but I really want to talk to you properly, if you’ll let me

“Fine. We can talk by the garden out back.”

Hansol’s heart skipped a beat. He assumed you’d say no and that you wouldn’t want to talk to him but, with this interaction, there seemed to be a small sliver of hope left for him. You got up, passing in front of him. And he followed behind you, past the people standing and out of the door. Hansol walked behind you in silence and you didn’t open your mouth to say anything to him either. He didn’t blame you. After all, he was the one that wanted to talk to you.

You sat down at an empty table in the garden. It was quiet here. This was one of the most peaceful places to hang out on campus. You liked to come here on sunny days. Today was sunny despite the cool fall air blowing through campus. The table was covered in fall leaves, shades of orange, red and brown. Hansol brushed the leaves off of the chairs so that you could sit.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, sitting down across from him. A few seconds past, as Hansol tried to figure out where he should even begin. “So...what is it that you wanted to say?”

He said, “I’m selfish. Everything that’s happened between us is because I was selfish. I know—”

“You’re pissed because I’m seeing Alex, right?” You let out a laugh, leaning back in the chair and crossing your arms over your chest. “You men are so ridiculous, you know that? It’s like you can do whatever you want with little to no consequences. But the second a woman does what she wants, it’s suddenly unfair. You know, it’s fucking nice to have someone who’s interested in me for more than just sex...”

“Y/N…that’s not all I want from you. Believe me, it’s not. It never was. I know that might be a little hard to believe since things started out with us hooking up...but I felt a connection with you right away and I still do. I know we never talked about where we stand or what we’re even doing and I know I don’t have the right to even feel the way I do. I saw you with Alex and, at the time, I was jealous. I just knew that I didn’t want you to be with him and I guess I got a little carried away.”

You felt so frustrated. You didn’t know if you could believe his words. Things just didn’t make any sense anymore. Things were just so complicated. Feelings were just so...complicated. You were so frustrated that you didn’t even realize you were tearing up. Upon seeing the tears building up in your eyes, Hansol reached across the table to take your hand in his. To his surprise, you didn’t snatch your hand away from him. To his surprise, you actually let him hold your hand. His hand felt warm--no, perfect–on top of yours. He couldn’t stand to be the reason you were crying. “Don’t cry, Y/N. Please don’t cry…”

Even though you refused to look at him, he decided that now seemed like a good time to confess. Plus, if he didn’t do it now he wasn’t sure if he could get the words out later on. “I know I’m an idiot and I hurt you and I suck at communication…” You nodded. “I like you, Y/N...and I was too stupid to realize it sooner.”

At that moment, you looked up at him. You were completely confused and you didn’t know if you could trust his words right now. You were vulnerable and tearing up outside of the campus center. A few people had walked by as you and Hansol spoke and you were sure some of them might’ve noticed your swollen eyes.

How could you believe him right now, after everything?

“Liar,” you said, wiping your tears. You said this with no emotion on your face. Hansol couldn’t read you. He didn’t know what kind of reaction to expect from you but it wasn’t this. He was prepared for all sorts of reactions but what he didn’t expect is for you to call him a liar.

Hansol blinked. “I’m not lying to you. I do like you.”

“If you like me, why would you ignore me for days?”

He sighed. Maybe it was time for him to be vulnerable. Maybe it was time for him to be honest, not only to you but to himself as well. Maybe it was time to say all the things he could never bring himself to say out loud before. Being genuine was more important than his ego, he decided. He needed to tell you. If he didn’t tell you everything, he might lose you for good.

His breathing became unsteady. If he was standing, he felt like he’d collapse. And soon enough, he blinked away tears of his own “I’m scared, Y/N. Maybe it’s stupid but I’m scared. Liking someone opens the door for heartbreak. My ex hurt me in the worst way possible and I know you’re not her but I’m scared, Y/N. I’m scared that you don’t like me back. I’m scared that I’ll have to watch you date someone else. I’m scared that in a couple weeks, we’ll be like strangers...” He continued. “I want to take you out to a nice restaurant to get Italian food because you said it’s your favorite. I want to pick you up from class with a single rose because you said you’d rather have one instead of a bunch. I want you to sleep over at my place and try to make you breakfast in bed even though I’m not good at cooking. I want so much more than just sex from you.”

You blinked away another tear. Hearing this made your heart ache for him. But, for some reason, you still couldn’t find words. Wasn’t this what you wanted to hear? Wasn’t this what you’d been hoping for for the past two weeks?

Hansol felt rejected as you pulled away from him, taking a deep breath. “I know it’s over but I thought that I could at least tell you that…'' He stood up from his chair. It was over. He failed, again. “Thank you for letting me talk...and, um, take care.”

As he turned his back to you, prepared to never see you again, you reached across the table to grab his hand, “Wait.” You stood up, never letting his hand go. “Don’t go…”

Hansol turned around, a bit confused at you rejecting him and then suddenly embracing him again.

You blinked away another tear, your heart aching for him. “I like you, too…”

Hansol’s lips parted. These were the words he wanted to hear but didn’t expect. On his walk over, he thought of all the bad things that could come from this conversation. He expected you to reject him, to send him away with a scowl. But things took a turn for the better, he could see. All he needed to do was allow himself to be vulnerable and to open up, letting you read him like a book, letting you turn the pages and deciding what to do with the information you found.

He leaned in to kiss you and you let him. You kissed him back because your heart was pounding so hard in your chest and might’ve burst if you didn’t. You kissed him back because you’d nearly forgotten what his lips felt like, what his mouth tasted like, and how it just seemed so perfect. He pulled away and held your face in his hands.

“I like you,” he said, looking into your eyes. “Please believe it…”

You nodded, your eyes still a little red and swollen from crying. You did believe it. You knew in your heart that he wasn’t lying to you. You could feel it.

He pulled you into him and wrapped his arms around you. “I’ll give you time if you need it but I just wanted to be honest with you. I don’t know if I’m too late or what but I want to start over. Not as friends with benefits. I want to at least start over and be friends.”

In the midst of these emotions, you remembered Alex and the fact that you had planned on seeing him later. He was a nice guy but you didn’t feel as strongly about him as you did about Hansol. You’d choose Hansol over Alex in a heartbeat and you knew that you needed to let Alex know that you just wanted to be friends. If you were going to start over with Hansol, that meant that you both would have to establish some boundaries.

You shook your head. “I don’t want to be your friend, Hansol...”

Hansol smiled, the widest you’d ever seen. “I don’t want to be your friend either. I want you to be my girlfriend and I want to take you on a real date. Are you busy on Friday?”

You returned his smile. “Yes. I’m going out with you.”

He laughed and put his arms around you, holding you close. He held you tightly, as if you’d disappear if he let go. But this time, he’d be damned if he let you slip through his fingers. Not again.

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jaeminlore · 7 years

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rêves » hansol

- prompt: hansol came all the way to paris to become a dancer, and he wasn't going to let anything stop him. not some mean kids, not a failed audition, not even an unglamorous job like janitorial services. words: 2356 category: janitor!hansol, fluff a/n: this is because of the seven seconds hansol got in lay's music video where he appeared to be a janitor. have fun mates. here you go @hansolsdeliciousanus ;)

i was gonna pick the janitor gif itself but this one was calling to me

- It was never his dream to mop floors just yards away from his hero's dance class. Yet here he was, halfway away from home in Paris, France, because he thought he might've had a shot at his dream school. However, with no scholarship, and all his saved up money going directly to his living expenses, he really couldn't afford to go. That and, when he had auditioned, he tripped over his own two feet and didn't get accepted.

Hansol knew he was a good dancer. He knew that, had he just tried a bit harder, they would've seen his potential and accepted him free of charge. Hansol worked too hard all his life to hop on the first plane out of Paris, back to his home in Seoul. So he did what any other young dreamer would do. He got a job at the school. He didn't go looking of course, since he wasn't that desperate. Rather, fate intervened and found him in the form of a newspaper ad, right on the front cover for Hansol to see as he poured his morning brew. It was a custodian job for the dance floors, someone who knew how to properly clean them without damaging the tile. Hansol could do that. He was used to cleaning the studio he practiced in at home all of the time. He knew exactly what to do and the pay wasn't anything to laugh at. Without a doubt in his mind, he grabbed the newspaper and headed for the university, leaving his nearly filled cup of coffee to chill on his table. Getting the job was easy. Apparently there weren't many people in Paris who wanted the job of a custodian. Hansol received a jumpsuit and a schedule before the hour was up. After a few months of getting used to it, Hansol found himself actually enjoying his job. He even managed to gain the persona of a grumpy old man when students left their trash behind in the studio. Speaking of students, they were just another daily trial Hansol had to get through. He didn't know there would be so many stuck up rich kids who thought it was okay to harass someone just because they had a less glamorous job than them. Many of them thought it was funny that Hansol was their age, but worked as a janitor. They thought it made him a loser. They couldn't see that he was biding his time until he could audition again and blow everyone away.

Today had to be the worst. Hansol knew it would be too, because he overheard the students being lectured on how emotionless their dancing was. Every time the students were chided, instead of practicing to get better, they'd leave a large, angry mess in the studio for Hansol to clean up. Hansol never wanted to bring it up to his boss. He felt tattling on a bunch of kids would just stoop him to their level. For now, Hansol was the bigger person, and that was what mattered. Besides, if he cleaned up the studio fast enough, he could get a quick dance session in before the next class started. He could practice the moves he had silently watched the students work on. When he got into the studio, the usual mess was expected, including some chocolate milk creating a large puddle in the corner, and what looked to be a banana smashed into the bricks of the wall. Sometimes Hansol worried about the students who gave up their lunch just to harass him. He usually got rid of the feeling after he spent thirty minutes scrubbing sticky soda off of the mirrors. What wasn't expected was you, another student Hansol somewhat recognized, still dancing in front of the only section of the mirror that was clean. You looked surprised to see his reflection in the mirror. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'll get out of your way." You began to pack up your things, but Hansol stopped you by holding your elbow. "Not so fast," he laughed lightly, "I'll just be cleaning. You don't have to stop dancing for me to clean." "Okay," you mumbled, and found yourself staring at the grip he had on your arm. "Then I'll keep practicing." "Right," Hansol said, letting go of you quickly. He scratched the back of his neck nervously, "It's nice to see someone practicing. That's the only way you guys are going to get better and impress Mr. Yixing, you know." "I know," you said with a roll of your eyes, "Everyone just gets angry and entitled like they're too good to practice but, I mean, how else do they expect to get better?" "Exactly," Hansol smiled and shyly averted his gaze to the floor. "By the way, I'm sorry they make your job so difficult. I try to stop them but it's kind of uneven with thirteen against one." Hansol looked up, feeling gratitude boil up in his stomach. He wasn't used to having someone apologize to him, or defend him. Especially when he had no idea who you were. "What's your name?" "I'm Y/n," you said, holding out your hand. "I'm Hansol. Nice to meet you." "You too," you returned brightly before you played your music again and got back to dancing. Hansol ignored you for the most part as he cleaned the studio. Once everything was clean except the mirrors, he pulled his obnoxiously large cart over and began spraying cleaner onto the reflective glass. He couldn't help but sneak tiny glances at your form as you danced. He knew this song and choreography like the back of his hand. Your class had been going over it for more than a month now, but Hansol had overeagerly learned it on his own in a week, after sneakily taping a practice session with his small phone camera. He could see where you kept messing up at a certain part. Your hips were too stiff and you missed the beat once or twice because of it. Hansol laughed at you as you got frustrated and started that part over again. "Here, let me help." "No offense, Hansol, but I doubt you know these moves," you said as he came over.

Hansol quickly silenced you with both hands on your hips and his breath near your ear, "Now follow me." As the beat began, Hansol counted the steps under his breath and moved his hips to the rhythm, coaxing your body to move the same way. It wasn't long before you felt yourself loosening up, finally figuring out how to put emotion behind your dance. All you had to do was pretend an extremely handsome man was dancing along with you, and you'd be fine. Once the song was over, Hansol caught your gaze through the mirror and blushed, letting go of your hips. "Sorry, I-I just thought you might like some help." He hastily went back to scrubbing the mirror, avoiding your eyes. Unsure what to say, you let him clean in peace, deciding instead to continue with your dance and and show him that he really had helped you. You caught his eye once again through the mirror and winked as the song came to a close. "You're a pretty good teacher, Hansol. Now tell me, how do you know that dance?" Hansol looked down at his shoes once more, "I may or may not have set up a camera during one of the practices." "Isn't that a bit illegal?" you taunted the shy man, feeling accomplished when his cheeks darkened into a rosy shade. "I could report you, you know." Hansol's head snapped up, his eyes wide as he waited for you to tell him if you were joking or not. When you broke into a smile, he sighed in relief. "That wasn't funny, you know." "It was to me," you said as you gathered your things and headed for the door. You turned around at the doorway, "You're pretty interesting, Hansol. I hope to see more of you." - Hansol felt music more deeply than anything in his life. It was a solace, a presence that demanded his entire being and pulled him into motion. If music was the puppeteer than surely Hansol was the puppet, moving whichever way the music took him and allowing it to shape him into whatever form it wished. Hansol had the entire basement of the university to himself. It was technically supposed to be storage space for all of his janitor supplies, but Hansol created a small space in a hidden corner where he could dance for however long he wished after everyone left, because he had the keys to the school. The only reason he didn't dance in one of the practice rooms was because of the cameras, and how he wasn't sure he could hide from them as he danced, the way he had hid when he snuck his phone in. Thinking of the practice room made him think of you, and how every day since the day he met you, you had stayed behind to chat with him. Because of his help, you were now top in your class. Perhaps to pay him back, or to simply spend more time with him, you now stayed behind every day to help him clean and chat. He never danced with you again, admitting that he was afraid of getting caught and fired.

The two of you talked about so many things. You talked about Paris, and the way if differed from both of your hometowns. He told you of Seoul, and how the nightlife was just as pretty as Paris if you knew where to look. You told him about your hometown, and how the stars were more prominent than the city lights and the croaking of frogs more loud than car horns. He confessed that he was here to become a dancer, but had failed his audition. You told him that seeing him move once was enough, and you were sure he'd get accepted next time. Each day Hansol found himself growing more and more attached to you, until it was the night before the audition, and he was still down in the basement struggling to perfect his choreography. "Your hips are too stiff," you said from the top of the basement stairs, smiling when Hansol tripped in surprise. "Y/n, shouldn't you be home already?" "I texted you to walk me home but you never answered," you said as you descended the stairs, "I knew you must be down here dancing, with your phone on silent." "Sorry," he mumbled as you approached him, "I'm just nervous." "Don't be!" You ran your hands up and down his arms comfortingly. "You're an amazing dancer and there's no way they won't let you in." "So what if they do accept me," Hansol said, his large eyes taking in something of worry. "What if they accept and no one takes me seriously because I was once the janitor?" "Are you going to let that stop you?" you asked, reaching to even out the worry lines on his forehead. "If they can't see you for the amazing dancer you are, then that's their loss and their prejudice against the working class. It's none of our business either way, as long as we just keep dancing." Your words seemed to calm Hansol, because his shoulders visibly relaxed and his russet eyes became a bit more gentle. You continued, "Now let's work on my number for a bit. If you keep going over your audition choreography, you'll go insane. We'll need to be partners in this dance, you know." "I don't know it," Hansol said. "Don't lie," you countered, reaching for his large hands, "I saw your phone wedged between the bricks a few days ago. I even sent you a few winks, didn't you see?"

"Is that what that was?" Hansol pondered, trailing his hand down your side until he stopped just above your hip. "I thought your eye was just twitching weirdly." You protested and slapped him lightly on the chest. "You were watching me, then?" Hansol licked his lips and turned away from your gaze, "Well, you know, we're friends and stuff. All the other students hate me so I thought I'd watch the only one who actually likes me. It makes sense if you think about it." "Mhmm," you nodded, "and how did you like me dancing with someone else?" "I didn't care," he said, although his voice lowered noticeably and his jaw clenched as he studied your face. "Really?" you pushed. "Yeah. I don't care who you dance with." "So you don't care if he holds my waist—" you brought both of his hands to your waist "—or if my hands were in his hair—" you rake your fingers through his locks slowly, and he let out a shaky breath, still watching your gaze. "—or if I even leaned up and kissed him, just for the theatrics of it all?" He paused, leaning in slightly, as if waiting for you to kiss him. You leaned up until your lips were only centimeters from his. "Expecting something, Hansol?" It took Hansol only a moment to react, his lips finding yours quickly. "You can't tease me like that and then leave me hanging," he growled against your lips. You only chuckled, enjoying the taste of his lips and the intoxicating way he moaned your name. His hands traveled across your body, touching you everywhere all at once, as eagerly as he could without breaking your kiss. His deep breathing had you wanting more, but the rational part of your brain told you to stop, and to not rush into things. You pushed Hansol away gently until your forehead rested against his. He kept his eyes shut for a moment longer, his lips darting across his lower lips to perhaps taste you just one more time. "Sorry," he muttered. "I got carried away." "I did too," you admitted. "Now let's dance and get you ready for that audition, which I know you are going to ace, by the way." »the end«

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caliboyjaeffrey · 7 years

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Teach Me (Hansol x Reader)

Rating: PG

(A/N) AYYYY GUESS WHO’S BACK AGAIN??? Yours truly has been busting her booty recently and banging out these requests like the boss she is ;) A cutie requested some Hansol fluff where you’re partners in dance practice and I just love Hansol okau he is pure and good and needs more love. Enjoy!

The incessant beeping of your alarm finally roused you from your deep slumber, helped along by an arm that flopped over your stomach and caused you to cough. You fumbled for your phone but remembered that you hadn't been the one to set the alarm for the day, so you turned over with an annoyed grumble. "Babe...," you mumbled, hand weakly patting the chest of your boyfriend as sleep threatened to close your eyes again. With no response except for a grunt, you tried again, "Babe," you croaked with your dry throat, moving over until your head thudded against his. Your boyfriend just mumbled something unintelligible, his deep voice cracking as he attempted to wiggle away from you. Annoyed, you slung an arm and a leg over this time, pulling yourself on top of him as you growled, "Hansol!"

His eyes finally flickered open, deep brown eyes looking up at you with recognition as he realized the alarm was coming from his phone. He clumsily fumbled for his phone, uncoordinated by sleep as he silenced the horrible noise and threw it somewhere on the bed. "Good morning," he murmured, his morning voice making you smile as he wrapped his arms around your body. "Morning," you replied, burying your face in his chest, your voice muddled against his pajama shirt, "We gotta go to practice, babe." "Don't wanna," he said gently, already making up his mind to just sleep the rest of the day away with you. "Hansol, no," you laughed as he rolled over and trapped you underneath his larger frame. You wiggled underneath him and gave up, drumming your fingers on his back in amusement, "We've already missed practice twice this week. We need to go." You felt him groan against you, his breath hot on your neck as you chuckled at his reluctance. Your boyfriend placed a singlekiss on your neck before he finally moved off of you and sat up, rubbing his face as he walked over to the bathroom, already stripping off his clothes. You followed after him when you heard the sound of the shower turn on, peeling off your pajamas as you slipped in to wash with him. After the two of you had washed up and got dressed, you grabbed two granola bars, two apples, and two bottles of water, shoving them in your backpack. Hansol was already grabbing the car keys, swinging them carelessly as he threw his favorite hat on, one you'd got him for his birthday. You walked out the door and proceeded to the car, already feeling a bit perkier as the sounds of morning met your ears. You drove to your and Hansol's dance studio that you practiced at, a short drive from your town house to the chic and modern looking building. You rode there in a comfortable silence, browsing through your phone while Hansol played some music and massaged your thigh out of habit. Finding a parking space surprisingly close, you checked the time and walked quickly as you realized you were cutting it close. Hansol grabbed your hand and hurried you along, dragging your through the hallways until you found the advanced hip hop practice room. You squeezed in through the door and was greeted by your fellow dancers who were still stretching out lazily on the polished wood floors. You bode them a cheerful morning while Hansol quietly unzipped your bag and found the granola bar, happily munching away as you sat down to join them. While you were stretching with some of your girlfriends, Hansol was standing around with some of his buddies, half listening to them, half watching you stretch out. You knew how much he liked to see you stretching, so you gave him a little show as you stood up and spread your legs wide. You bent over to touch the floor, giving your boyfriend a good view of your butt as you peered at him cheekily from between you legs. You caught him staring and he blushed, but saw him smile shyly as he turned to throw away his wrapper. Just then, the dance instructor walked in, a young firecracker of a man who never failed to let everyone know he was in the room, "Partner up, people! We're moving right into it." You felt Hansol press up behind you, his arm wrapping around your stomach and pulling you back against him. You jumped and giggled, "Hey there." He kissed the top of your head and you felt him smile against you as he moved into the starting position of the partner dance. You'd been working on this song for a few weeks, and with the help of your incredibly talented boyfriend, you managed to stay at the top of the class with him. No one in there could match the chemistry that the two of you had, because everything you felt when dancing together was always so raw and real. You don't know how many times you'd come a split second away from just grabbing Hansol's face and kissing the living heck out of him. He just got so into the dance that you couldn't help but cheese at how serious he looked, it was incredibly adorable. But you would never admit that to him, he'd be so offended that you'd think that him acting manly was cute, so you kept your secret to yourself. The dance instructor picked up a remote and counted out as the song began, your body surging with newfound energy as the music blasted from the speakers. It was an edgy song, with lots of sexy moves, hip rolling, and grinding. And you absolutely hated it. You weren't gonna lie to yourself, you weren't the sexiest person and you certainly had to try your hardest in order to even look like it. You were a soft little bean who blushed fire engine red when you saw sex scenes in movies or when you caught your boyfriend jacking off by accident. Hansol was different though, he was so effortless hot, the sex appeal just rolled off of him in waves. He emphasized all the right moves, always sharp and clean, his dark eyes seemed to dance too as he flicked his hips perfectly to the beat. You were jealous with how easily it came to him, he already had a natural gift for dance, but gestures and presence too? What wasn't he good at? That didn't stop you from trying your best to match Hansol's intensity as you slid your hands down his chest and dropped. Bouncing off your heels, you snapped right up, panting harshly as the song ended and you gazed at your boyfriend. You held his intense stare for a moment before breaking away with a grin and clapping as everyone cheered for a job well done. Hansol kissed your cheek and gave you a few corrections, telling you that was probably the best run through you'd done. "You really are improving, kitten," he pulled you close and murmured into your ear. You felt your face heat up with pride as you kissed his lips briefly. You pulled away but he lingered, his thumbs messaging circles on your hips as he let his lips brush over yours. The dance instructor interrupted your moment as he shouted, "Alright nerds, we'll be taking a break for a little bit. My back is not what it used to be and I'm in need of Ibuprofen." Everyone burst out in a fit of laughter, watching as the instructor limped out of the room grumbling, everyone else followed suit, leaving you and Hansol alone in the practice room. You turn toward your boyfriend, pouting, "I don't understand how you do it." You crossed your arms as his eyes widened at you. "What do you mean?," he spluttered, tilting his head to the side and regarding your comment. "How do you make looking sexy so easy? You're practically sex on legs when you dance and I'm just a potato trying too hard," you whined, poking him in the chest as you turned to look at yourself in the mirror. "I just don't feel hot when I dance, and I want to know how you manage to do it." Hansol was trying to hold back his laughter, but it slipped through, "What are you talking about, ______?" He'd thought you were about to drop something big on him, like that you felt like you didn't want to dance anymore or something like that. He was relieved to hear that it wasn't anything horrible, "I think you're gorgeous when you dance." He walked up and looked at you through the mirror as he pulled you into a hug from behind, kissing the back of your neck, "I think your gorgeous and sexy even when you're not dancing." "I'm serious, Hansol," you pouted, turning around to face him. "I just feel like I look ridiculous compared to you. Please help me?," you pleaded, wide eyes hopeful as your boyfriend caved under your gaze. "I'll try, but there's nothing really to teach," Hansol warned, stepping beside you and facing the mirror. "A lot of dancing lies in facial expression, using it to your advantage can completely change the feel of the movements." Your boyfriend performed a simple sequence of moves, radiating charisma and seduction. "Try that," he said, backing up to give you the floor space as you took a deep breath. You mirrored his moves flawlessly, but something just felt off. You turned to him, exasperated, "It just doesn't feel the same." "Don't give up so easily, ______," he encouraged, urging you to give it a go again. "Try watching your face in the mirror, watch your expressions and see where each fits best." You nodded and started the sequence again, so intent on watching your face you didn't notice that your shoe was untied until you tripped over it. You cried out as you landed hard on one of your knees, the hard wood floor unforgiving. You gingerly poked your knee, pressing on it gently as you winced. Hansol was beside you in an instant, concern all over his face, "_______, are you okay? Are you hurt?" You tried to stand up, but flopped back down as pain shot through your knee, "I totally just jacked up my knee." "Here," Hansol said, carefully scooping you up into his arms. "Let's go get some ice for it, okay?" Your poor boyfriend looked absolutely distraught as he set you down on a counter in the break room of the dance studio. It had a small corner full of emergency medical supplies and ice packs, stocked for any problem a dancer might encounter. You were as cool as a cucumber, but Hansol looked a compete mess as he confusedly searched through a fridge to find a cold pack. You called his name, "Hansol." He turned toward you with big eyes, worry written all over his face. You smiled and nodded toward the top of the fridge, "Ice packs are in the freezer, babe." "Oh, y-yeah," Hansol mumbled, opening the other door and finding an appropriately sized blue ice pack. He wrapped it up in a small towel with shaking hands before he pressed it to your already swollen and bruised knee. His trembling hands caused little jitters of pain to hit your knee, so you took the ice pack from him and held it yourself. He murmured an apology and scooted away from you, like he was scared to touch you. You smiled at him, pointing to a cabinet full of bottles, "Can you get me some Ibuprofen, baby?" He nodded eagerly and retrieved the pain reliever, fetching a bottle of water from the fridge as he opened it for you and held out he pills, "Here." "Thanks," you said, swallowing down the medicine and taking a long drought of water. You could already tell by the expression on your boyfriend's face that he thought it was his fault, so you softly caught his attention, "Hansol." He looked up from where he was staring at the floor, looking up at you with his dark eyes through his blonde bangs. You shifted on the counter and held open your arm, beckoning him to hug you. Your thighs parted on their own as he stood between where your legs dangled off the counter, pulling you tenderly into his arms. You murmured into his sweatshirt, inhaling his familiar homey scent, "I know what you're thinking, babe..." "It's my fault," he said, pulling out of your arms and looking at you, upset with what he'd done. "I told you to watch yourself and I didn't even notice your shoelace was untied-" You rolled your eyes with a groan, silencing him with a kiss while his arms just flopped uselessly to his side. You pulled away and looked right at him, "It's no ones fault, okay? Things like this happen all the time, it's not like it's the end of the world. I'll be fine, I already feel better anyway." "You sure?," he mumbled, tracing his fingers along your thighs as you chuckled. "Of course, baby," you smiled, taking the ice pack off your ugly bruised knee so you could embrace him with both arms. Hansol smiled and eagerly entered your hold, only retracting sheepishly when you flinched as he accidentally brushed your knee. The blonde boy tried again, moving carefully to press you against the cabinet behind you as he kissed your lips. You hummed in approval, gasping when he pulled away to pepper kisses down your jaw and neck, his hands already wandering to places they probably shouldn't. "Hansol," you murmured, trying to get his attention as he ignored you and continued his attack on your neck. You almost gave into his kisses and touch, but the moment his hands slid under your shirt you snapped back to reality, "Hansol!" He pulled away with a smirk, hands back to a more appropriate position on your hips as he feigned innocence, "What?" You groaned and rolled your eyes, grinning as he picked you up again, "And where do you think you're taking me?" "Back home so that I can kiss and love you without being interrupted," he said matter-of-factly, smiling down at you. "Well you better not kiss anywhere below the knee, because I will kick you in the face with my good leg," you warned, biting your lip in amusement. Hansol chuckled picturing you karate kicking him across the room in your bra and panties. "Trust me, there's only one place below your waist that I want to kiss," your boyfriend smirked again, laughing when he saw your face turn red and your jaw drop. He never failed to surprise you.

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kun-iverse · 5 years

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I was never aware of just how much Tensol there was on SMRookies?

They were together all the time! And how cute is it that giant Hansol sits in tiny Tens lap?

#nct #nct 127 #nct dream #nct u #wayv #nct reactions #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct moodboard #cittaphon leechaiyapornkul #nct ten #wayv ten #ji hansol #unb hansol #newkidd hansol #newkidd #nct predebut #smrookies #kuniverse

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softjunsol · 6 years

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A low quality hansol lockscreen ....hansol stole all the quality to himself

#handmade #unb hansol #nct hansol #ji hansol #hansol #unb #nct #nct u #nct memes #nct dream #nct scenarios #nct au #lockscreens #nct lockscreens #junsol unb #unb lockscreens #yuta #yusol

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fabotakupopfangirl · 6 years

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they like; dy: here my son dy: stay away from my son ty: he's my son too dy: there's nothing look alike you at him ty: HE IS MY SON TOO!

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markleetrashh · 6 years

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Nct as younger brothers

Request: What would Chenle and/or Haechan as an younger sibling be like?

A/N: wanted to make this more interesting so i’m doing this for every member! i did something similar before, but it’s for nct as older brothers, here! so check that out if you haven’t + sorry if they seem really similar!

*Will be adding Yukhei & Jungwoo in these posts from now on

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Taeil:

• really easy to talk to and always willing to listen to you talk or rant • would always try to make you laugh or crack jokes • listens to you very well too and yall hardly have any disputes • but when you all do it’s normally over very trivial or irrelevant things • like how yall argued about whether pineapples should or should not be on pizzas • but of course, it’d be settled really easily • is always willing to do things for you too • honestly very very sweet & nice

Hansol:

• surprisingly he only comes to you to talk when he isnt feeling his best • because he trusts you fully and believes that you’d be able to give him the best advice • actually really talkative with you • can talk about anything and everything • in return, he’s also a really good listening ear to you • your no.1 supporter and is there to cheer you on when you need it • in general although he may seem quiet and mysterious to others, he’s just a really fun and bright younger brother to you

Johnny:

• although he’s younger he acts like the older one • like how he’s more protective over you than you are over him • and how he loves to tease and ‘bully’ you • but a really fun brother i’d say, • there would always be things to talk about with him and you all love spending time together • understands you really well and is there to cheer you up when you need it • your happy pill everyday tbh

Taeyong:

• listens to you really well • and also respects you, would probably treat and see you as his role model • loves hearing your life stories/experiences and goes to you for advice • but there are times he acts as if he’s the older one • but most of the time he’s just this carefree brother who wouldnt stop dancing in public and doing random moves and things • but it’s adorable to you so

Yuta:

• “i’m younger??? you must be kidding” • depicts everything; wants to be treated and seen like the older one instead • which is why he loves teasing you and annoying you • probably lots of insults and sarcastic jokes • but he knows where to draw the lines and not cross them so he has never actually made you angry • but despite all that he probably goes around telling everyone he has the best sister/brother who takes care of him well • although you feel like punching him at times, he’s still lovable

Kun:

• here comes an angel! • is the sweetest bun ever,, would do anything you ask him to do • and would also love buying you gifts as surprises • although he’s the younger one, he’s the one normally giving advice to you • looks out a lot for you and is very protective • loves to look at old photos of the both of you and laugh about them • best brother you could ever ask for

Doyoung:

• doesnt tell you but actually admires/look up to you • loves to try the things you love • affectionate since young and would stick by your side 24/7 • you’re probably more of a parent to him than your actual parents are • loves going around and telling people how wonderful you are • can get a little naggy and talkative sometimes • but you’re used to it so it’s fine • he loves and appreciates you and so do you

Ten:

• really really playful • always the one who lands the both of you in trouble since young • like how he thought shredding every of your father’s paperworks into pieces was a good idea • 6 year old you didnt know better as well • that ended up in both of you watching no television for weeks • but other than that he’s also the one who makes you laugh most • is always the first one to cheer you up when he notices you’re down • and is also your no.1 supporter

Jaehyun:

• really sweet and loves making you laugh or seeing you smile • also sees you as his role model and would ask you for advice • whenever there is news or something he has to tell, he’d go to you first • really open about everything which makes him easy to talk to • a great listening ear when you need it • and is there to provide comfort too • more like a best friend tbh

Winwin:

• cutest and purest thing ever • you just want to protect him forever • would always be the one suggesting you to try out new things with him • always bribing/begging you to buy him ice cream • another who loves asking you for advice • and can always count on you for support • loves talking about his days to you etc • the cutest brother ever

Jungwoo:

• a puppy you want to hold in your arms forever and not let go • he’s literally the sweetest being?? • which is why you warn your friends not to even think about dating him etc • loves making you laugh • listens to you a lot and is influenced by you too • never forgets to mention you whenever people ask about his role model/someone he loves a lot

Yukhei:

• annoying yet adorable at the same time • would ask you really random and weird questions • sometimes he’s really curious, but other times he just wants to annoy you • another one who acts like he’s older (because he’s taller than you) • moodmaker of the family and loves to lift up the atmosphere • just a clueless bun who needs your help in everything

Mark:

• looks up to you a lot!! • gets inspired and influenced by the things you do and loves learning from you • really loves spending time with you too • is actually very protective over you • always worried for/about you • always goes to you for help or advice • you’re like the dependent figure in his life • is thankful for you

Renjun:

• sweet sometimes but most of the time is a savage and loves teasing you • like making fun of you • or imitating you • but also at the same time, is one who loves to buy things back for you • really trustworthy and you can go to him to talk to if you have problems • always tries to help you out even if it isn’t much • protective over you too

Jeno:

• another one who loves spending time with you and he always looks the happiest when he is • would occasionally joke around with you • and mostly he just ends up laughing by himself because he’s that pure? • which makes him adorable tbh • loves asking you questions and your opinions on things • thinks you’re the better looking one even though he is a visual himself already

Haechan:

• really clingy and affectionate • full of energy and fun • is always the one brightening up your days • also the one that made your childhood memorable tbh • like how he’d always beg you to play games with him • but still lots of teasing and joking around • could insult you one day, then the other, compliment you for no reason • claims that he’s the best brother • which you wont deny

Jaemin:

• another very playful one • loved pranking and teasing you ever since yall were little • is also like your friend and doesnt seem to act he’s the younger one • your no.1 fan who cheers you on and hype you up 24/7 • threatens to tell on you to your parents • but actually wouldnt, he just wants to bribe you in buying him things • but when he’s nice he can also be very sweet

Chenle:

• you’re surprised your eardrums are not broken by now • is loud, was loud and always will be • there would never be a day where he doesnt scream out your name • loves showing you his new discoveries/things and talking about them • loves having fun with you and making you laugh • he’s like a really open and close friend you can talk to whenever • also loves to cheer you on • lots and lots of teasing and fun

Jisung:

• you want to hug and squish him most of the time but others, you want to slap him • treats you like the same age rather than older tbh • loves calling you names and laughing at you • tells you that he thinks he’s better at everything • but secretly admires and looks up to you • finds you when he needs help • doesn’t say or show it that much • but he actually really loves you for taking care of him

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serendipitykpop · 6 years

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first love - part 2

Pairing: ji hansol x reader

Summary: “You never forget your first love.”

part 1

“Y/N, you’ve been staring at me for ten minutes now.”

Hansol’s eyes slowly flutter open as he glances to me with a sleepy grin on his lips. He softly chuckles, turning on his side. He runs his hand through my hair before resting it on my cheek, caressing it.

“I just want to make sure I’m not dreaming and that you’re real. That you’re actually lying next to me. That if I touch you, I can feel your warm cheeks under my fingertips.”

“Do you think I’m going to disappear or something?” Hansol teases and I softly laugh, shaking my head. Tears well up in my eyes which instantly has him concerned. His smile fades and a face of worry appears instead. “Is something the matter? Did I say something wrong?”

“N-No,” I sniffle, burying my face into his chest as he brings me into his arms. “I’m just so happy that you’re home. It makes me a little emotional though, seeing you here and not on a screen.”

“I am too,” He hums, rubbing circles into my back. He gives me a squeeze and places a kiss on my forehead.

“I’m okay, really,” I mumble and wipe away the tears with my knuckles. I then look up at him and give him a reassuring smile.

“Are you sure?”

“Mm!”

We pull away and give each other beaming smiles as he pats my head. I quietly laugh, cupping his face into my hands. He gently grabs hold of them, intertwining our fingers together after wiping away my tears. He leans in and presses his lips against mine before pulling away shortly after.

“As much as I would love to lay in bed with you, I’m hungry,” He laughs and I shake my head. I sit up and pull him along with me as we make our way downstairs. We greet my mother with a kiss on her cheeks, grabbing a plate of food she’s prepared for us.

“So what should we do after we eat?” I ask through a mouthful of food.

“Mm, how about we go out?”

“To the outside?”

“Yes, to the outside,” He laughs and nods. “I want to go exploring with you. It’s been a while since I’ve been here, so I want to see if it’s changed any.”

“Well, there are a few places I’ve been meaning to visit, so why not?”

“Then, let’s hurry!” He pipes up as we rush to finish. Just when I finish, Hansol stands up from his spot and takes my plate. I open my mouth to protest when he places a kiss on my forehead. “Go get ready and I’ll meet you down here.”

My cheeks flush and I nod, smiling shyly. Once I’m ready, we head out towards the town with our hands linked together. I point out a few new developments that he’s missed from being away. He gapes at all the stores that have opened up, giving us more options than ever before. “I really have been gone for a long time if there’s this many choices.”

“Well, then you should’ve come home sooner,” I tease, nudging him in his side. Realizing that, he laughs and ruffles my hair. We give each other a smile before walking around, stopping at all kinds of different shops. Though, they’re mainly food stops as there are new items coming out around this time and we just had to try them. “Give me a sip, Hansol!”

He raises an eyebrow as he glances at me, sipping louder. “But you didn’t want any when I offered earlier? There’s also none left.”

I puff out my cheeks and he chuckles, stopping in his tracks. This causes me to stop as well as I look at him. Hansol pats my head before giving in and passing me the almost empty boba. I smile happily, swinging our hands back and forth once we start walking again. He shakes his head and laughs.

“The things you do to me.”

“You just can’t resist my charms, huh?” I wink, shoulder bumping him. He shrugs, sending me a teasing smile. I scoff and shake my head.

“Maybe that’s so,” He hums, leaning over to kiss my temple. I let out an embarrassed squeak, completely surprised by the sudden action. “Or maybe it’s you who can’t resist me, hm?”

“Hansol,” I pout into the straw, looking away with my redden cheeks. He laughs loudly, causing the people around us to glance over to see what’s funny. He lets out a sigh of contentment and pulls me into his side.

“I’m just teasing. You don’t have to get so red, Y/N,” Hansol snickers, stopping to cup my face into his hands. I jutt out my bottom lip and place my hands on top of his in an effort to get them off of me.

“Hansol,” I huff, poking him in the stomach. He flinches everytime I go to do so, but manages to holds me still. I groan, poking him more and much faster as well.

“Y/N,” He mocks, giggling after. “Stop that! It tickles!”

“Then let go of my face! I look weird!”

“Hm?” He hums, tilting his head to the side. I repeat myself which only makes him frown. “But I think you look adorable like this.”

“Hansol!”

“Fine, fine. I’ll let you go on one condition.”

“And what’s that?”

“If you give me a kiss.”

“Psh, that’s easy.” I grin, grabbing onto his shirt into my fist and pulling him towards me. I press our lips together before pulling away with a loud kissing noise. I smirk in satisfaction while Hansol stares back at me all flustered. “Well, I did it, so can you-”

“Do it again.”

“Happily,” I hum, connecting our lips once more. He smiles into the kiss, his hands traveling downward and wrapping themselves around me.

“What a night to end it with the most beautiful person I know,” He coos when we pull away at the same time.

“That’s so incredibly cheesy, Hansol.”

“Hey, I thought that was pretty sweet.”

#ji hansol #hansol #hansol scenarios #hansol imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines

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thirsty-for-jae · 7 years

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kun, jungwoo, lucas + hidden trainees did the exo power challenge

#could jaemin possibly be here too #and hansol?#nct #smrookies #exo #qian kun #jungwoo #yukhei #smrookies lucas #na jaemin #ji hansol #nct kun #nct jungwoo #nct lucas #nct scenarios

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holographicpresident · 7 years

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THEY SEEN HANSOL IN SM!! THE LORD HAS ANSWERED OUR PRAYERS

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pinksugamonster · 7 years

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😓 he will always be our baby leader of “NCT Dream” 😭😫

🐣📸©aegimarklee

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xofanfics · 3 years

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Swipe Right - Part 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Pairing: Hansol x Reader

Word Count: 4.7k

Summary: You’re bored, swiping on Tinder and you happen to find one of your classmates on the app.

The more Hansol thought about it, the more he hated the idea of you being with Alex. The very thought disgusted him and he found himself thinking of you often. You crossed his mind throughout the day—so much that he found it difficult to concentrate on other things. As he opened his laptop in class, he thought about you and the way you held your pen. As he went to the cafeteria, he thought about you and hoped that he’d run into you there.

He worried that you were losing interest in him, that you wouldn’t want to see him anymore. He felt intimidated by Alex. It seemed like you were having the time of your life with him at the party. As he watched the two of you interact his blood boiled and he found himself having to look in the opposite direction, just to avoid accidentally meeting your eye.

Hansol had been hoping and wishing to see you on campus. He even frequented the places he thought you might be, just in case you were there. And one day, it worked. He was in the library reviewing his history notes when you sat at his table. You casually sat across from him as if Friday night never happened. Sure, it was five days later but that didn’t take away his surprise.

You said, “Hey,” and sat down with your backpack and coffee.

“Hey,” he said, watching you as you got settled.

“Mind if I sit with you?”

Hansol laughed. “Isn’t it a little too late to be asking now?”

You didn’t laugh. Instead, you shrugged coldly. This left Hansol feeling a bit awkward. He brushed it off, assuming that maybe you just weren’t in a talking mood. The feelings of awkwardness didn’t go away. He wondered if you felt it or if it was just him feeling this way.

You looked beautiful today. You were wearing a little bit of makeup, he noticed. He noticed that your eyelashes were a bit longer than usual and that your lips were a shade of red he hadn’t seen on you yet. But seeing you in makeup made his mind race. Had you just come from seeing Alex? Had you seen him since Friday night?

He watched as you wrapped your fingers around the coffee cup and took a sip, leaving a red lipstick stain on it. His mind began wandering and he found himself thinking about how pretty you’d look with your lips around his dick. He shook that thought out of his mind. Was sleeping together out of the question at this point? Did your meeting Alex cut off that possibility?

A text message popped up on his laptop in the middle of his typing. It was Ashley. He’d told her that this week he was pretty busy so now she was asking him if he was doing anything on Saturday night. He wanted to say that he was busy, indefinitely, but he thought better of it and decided to ignore the message altogether. He didn’t want to see her this weekend or the weekend after and so on. In reality, he wanted to ask you if you were busy this weekend. But he wasn’t sure where he stood with you or if you were even interested anymore.

An hour came and went. Interestingly enough, you barely talked. The times you’d talked, you asked him what he was working on and when his test was. You seemed to be engrossed in your work. In the past hour or so, he’d gathered that you were preparing a presentation for communications class on Friday. The worst part of it all was that you didn’t seem interested in talking to him. He wondered why, of all empty tables in the library, you’d chosen to sit with him at this one. Especially since you pretty much gave him short responses every time he attempted to initiate conversation.

He was confused and you confused him further as you closed your laptop and started packing up your things. You stood up from the table and slung your backpack over your left shoulder. “Wanna take a break?”

Hansol pushed you up against the closed door. He needed you. In the library, he’d been hard thinking of the last time he fucked you. You moaned into his mouth as he kissed you. He kissed you, hard.

You noticed how different Hansol’s energy was this time around. He was a lot more aggressive. And you noticed. You weren’t phased by it. In fact, you liked it. Playing hard to get clearly paid off. You hadn’t expected to see Hansol in the library but you had and you decided to take the opportunity. Eventually, you got sick of the game and decided to take what you wanted. So, here you were with Hansol helping each other out of clothes.

“Lay down,” he said, pushing you back onto your bed.

You did as he asked and he pulled your panties off, tossing them off to the side. He took off his boxers, revealing his hard dick. Hansol got on his knees and pulled you by the legs to the edge of the bed. He planted a few kisses on both of your thighs, sending chills up your spine. You throbbed and became a little impatient. You wanted him inside of you now. You choked on a silent moan as he flicked his tongue against your clit once, twice, and thrice. You let out a surprised moan at the new feeling of his warm tongue on your clit. He sucked it and licked at it to draw you into a frenzy of gasps and moans.

Hansol had never eaten a woman out quite like this but he was feeling inspired. Your potential interest in Alex had given him the motivation he needed to give you the sex you didn’t know you needed. You were excited and Hansol could tell by how quickly you got wet. He made you squirm and grab the sheets, biting your lips to hold back your own moans.

When he was done with you, he rolled on a condom quickly. He put you on your back and parted your legs. You wrapped them around him as he pushed inside of you. You felt the slight pressure as he pushed into you and you wrapped around him. He thrusted in you slowly at first, planting light, feathery kisses on your neck as he rocked into you.

He kissed your lips, sticking his tongue in your mouth while he fucked you. He went deeper, filling you up completely. Long, deep strokes were one of your favorites, especially in the missionary position. You yelped every time he thrusted into you. It felt so good you couldn’t help the noises you were making.

Hansol loved to see your face twist up in pleasure and he loved to hear your moans in his ears as you wrapped your legs around him, pushing him in even deeper. “Fuck,” he groaned, wrapping his arms around your body. Pussy like yours drove him crazy. He didn’t know how much longer he could possibly last if you felt this good even with a condom on.

Your lips parted with soft moans. “Harder...”

Hansol smiled and put your legs over his shoulder before he started pounding you hard. You could almost see stars from the intense pleasure at this angle. He kept hitting your spot over and over again, the tension building up to the point of no return. Hansol kept at it because, judging by the look on your face, he knew you’d come undone soon.

“Don’t stop,” you whispered.

And he didn’t. If anything, he pounded you even harder. Beads of sweat were forming at his temples and his hair was beginning to stick to his forehead. Your orgasm brought you over the edge as you let out those final, sinful noises. And that was enough for Hansol to come undone and groan as he came in the condom.

He collapsed next to you, exhausted. “Fuck.” You rolled over and he pulled your naked body on top of his. He kissed you, this time being more gentle with you.

You pulled away. “Are you going to head out now?”

“Do you want me to stay?”

You nodded.

“Okay.”

“I’m gonna take a quick shower.”

Hansol nodded and you stood up before disappearing into the bathroom. Hansol disposed of the condom and put his boxers back on. Just as he sat back on the bed, he heard a ding. He picked up his phone and realized that he had no messages. He looked over to your phone and saw that it was your message. The screen went dark before he could see and his curiosity got the better of him, so he tapped your screen only to see that it was Alex. The text read, You looked beautiful today. When can I take you on that date I mentioned?

Hansol flared up with anger and frustration. You were obviously still talking to Alex and you were obviously still interested. He knew that you hadn’t left the party with Alex that night since he saw you leave with your friends but he couldn’t help but wonder what had happened between you since that night. He knew that it was none of his business and that he had no right to be upset but he was. He was upset. He didn’t want you to be interested in someone else. Hell, he didn’t want to do this friends with benefits thing anymore!

He’d had enough. He’d seen more than enough. He started getting dressed. He couldn’t stand to stay here with you knowing that Alex was texting you. He left your apartment in a huff and texted you, saying that he had to leave. It wasn’t a lie but he wasn’t in the mood to go into detail with you. After all, anything that came out of his mouth would be a bold-faced lie. The reality was that he was jealous and didn’t want to feel like this and he certainly didn’t appreciate having to compete with Alex to have you.

When you got out of the shower, Hansol’s clothes were off the floor and he was nowhere to be found. You even checked by the door to see if his sneakers were still there but they weren’t. Something had happened and you weren’t sure what. Hansol just up and left even though he had just said he was going to stay the night with you.

You went over to your phone and found a text from him saying he had to leave. He didn’t add any details or excuses to go along with it. You just weren’t sure what to think of it. You just texted him saying it was okay and that maybe he could sleep over some other time. You weren’t going to lie to yourself; you were kind of thrown off by this.

Then you moved on to the text message with Alex. You decided to accept his invitation and texted him saying, How about Saturday?

You put your phone on the charger and lay down wishing that Hansol was lying down next to you. You felt closer to him tonight for some reason. You wanted him but you wondered if things would even work out with Hansol. Maybe Alex was put in your life for a reason. Maybe it was Alex that you should be going for instead of Hansol. After all, the situationship you were in with Hansol was built on a foundation of sex. You and Alex hadn’t done anything other than kiss and you felt he was a genuine guy who was interested in more than just planting himself between your legs.

You let out a sigh. You couldn’t help but feel disappointed by the fact that you’d be sleeping alone tonight.

Meanwhile, Hansol was in bed tossing and turning. He couldn’t sleep with the thoughts of you plaguing his mind. As soon as he left your place, he wanted to turn around and go back. He wanted nothing more but to cuddle with you tonight and have you fall asleep in his arms. He was craving intimacy but his pride wouldn’t let him turn around and go back to your apartment. He didn’t want to be just some other option. He didn’t really want to bring it up either. How could he bring it up to you without seeming crazy? What if you didn’t want more? What if he was just a placeholder until you met the right guy?

The more he thought about it, the more insecure he felt. He hated this feeling. He hated feeling powerless.

Since you were moving on, should he do the same? Should he date around? Swipe on Tinder some more? He considered texting Ashley but decided against it. She was nice but she wasn’t his type. And she damn sure wasn’t you.

Then, he decided that maybe you and him weren’t meant to be more. Maybe he just needed to cut you off.

Hansol was ghosting you and you didn’t know why. It had only been a couple days but you still felt bad about it. In the meantime, you’d been seeing Alex. You hadn’t had sex and, by not jumping in bed with him right away, you could see that he was a good guy. Not that Hansol was a bad guy but the relationship you had with him was way different.

You figured it would be best to just leave Hansol alone and pursue Alex instead. If Hansol really wanted you, he wouldn’t have ghosted. So, you had to pretend you didn’t see him if you saw him on campus even though you wanted to kick him in the balls. You had to pretend he didn’t exist even though you wanted to kick down the door to his house. You didn’t know if he saw you around or not but you avoided him as best you could.

Your friends said it was for the best but you still felt unsure. If Hansol was going to cut you off, you’d feel more comfortable if he’d done it with some sort of closure. But you weren’t going to get it. Raina had already told you to give up that dream. “Closure is hard to come by,” she insisted.

“What’s on your mind?” asked Alex, pulling you from your thoughts of Hansol. You felt guilty for thinking about Hansol when you’d just come back from a dinner date with Alex and were trying to binge watch a Netflix show with him.

You shook your head. “Oh, it’s nothing.”

“You sure?”

You nodded. “Yeah.” You planted a quick kiss on his lips before you leaned into his shoulder again.

As the credits for the end of the episode began, Alex said, “Can I ask you something?” You nodded. “I know we never really got into this but I was just wondering...what you’re looking for?”

You weren’t sure what to think of this question. There were three outcomes, basically. The first being him wanting more and possibly being okay with getting in a relationship and the second being him wanting to keep things casual and the third was to end it all here if your answers didn’t match up.

You shrugged. “Well, I tried the friends with benefits thing with someone before. I don’t think it’s for me, personally…”

You expected for things to go downhill from there but it didn’t. He respected your response. He said, “It’s hard. We’re living in this hookup culture and everyone’s scared to say what they really want because they’re afraid the other person doesn’t want the same thing and they don’t want to face the truth.”

“Wow,” you said, nodding, “that was really on point...”

Alex laughed. “I didn’t mean to get too deep”

“I mean you do have a good point…”

“Yeah. Being friends with benefits is kinda weird. It’s like one person always ends up liking the other and there are all these rules about what you can and can’t do. It’s hard to both be on the same page, you know?” You smiled, grateful that he wasn’t planning on dropping you like a hot potato. “I know a lot of guys in college aren’t into relationships ‘cause we’re young and they think hooking up is better but I’m more of a relationship kinda guy. I just wanted you to know that that’s my intention if things work out between us.”

Hearing those words brought a smile to your lips. “That’s good to know…”

He smiled right back at you and pulled you closer as the next episode started.

Hansol couldn’t stand this. He couldn’t get you off of his mind. It had only been a couple days and his thoughts constantly drifted to you. He had been ignoring your texts, mostly because he didn’t know what to say.

He knew that he should be more mature about what happened and just come out and say that he left that day because he was jealous. Or maybe not even that. Just that he felt jealous because you were talking to Alex. Or…? He didn’t know what he should tell you and it seemed that he was running out of time.

He’d been in his room all day. He’d barely left his room since he came back from his twelve o’clock class. It was almost ten and it sounded like Jun had company in the living room. Just as he was finishing up an episode of F is for Family, there was a knock on his door.

Just as he was about to yell at his friend to fuck off, he came in anyway. Jun came in, a cold beer held up in his hand. He said, “Come out and socialize.”

“I don’t want to,” Hansol replied.

Jun rolled his eyes. “Come on. This cartoon isn’t better than hanging out with your friends.”

“Right now it is.”

“What’s going on with you? You’ve had a permanent frown since Wednesday. It’s Friday and you’re cooped up in your room…”

Hansol groaned. He didn’t want to get into it but, at the same time, he needed to vent. “It’s her…”

“Who?”

“Y/N…”

“What about her? I thought you were hooking up with her.”

“We were but at the party she was all over Alex.”

“So?”

Hansol’s eyes widened, baffled that his friend would even ask that. “What do you mean so?”

Jun chuckled and sat on his bed before handing Hansol the beer. Hansol cracked it open and took a huge gulp. Jun said, “I get it. You like her.”

Hansol nodded. “Yeah....I guess I do.”

“I thought you just wanted to find a friend with benefits.”

“I thought that but I like her. And we haven’t really been on a date or anything. We’ve just been messing around. But I wanna spend more time with her, you know, outside of that.”

“Talk to her. You won’t be able to spend more time with her if you’re gonna sit around and wait for her to run into Alex’s arms…And right now, with you sitting in the bed like this, that’s exactly what’s gonna happen.”

The thought made his stomach turn. He hadn’t returned your last text and he felt bad just ignoring it like that but he was ready to stop being a coward and come clean.

Your phone vibrated loudly on the coffee table in the middle of the movie you and your friends had decided on. But just as you thought the vibrations would stop, they didn’t. And your phone kept vibrating.

Cam sighed loudly. “How can we watch the movie with that phone vibrating like that?”

You quietly reached for your phone and found Hansol’s name in your notifications. You blinked a few times, deciding what you should do. Should you even answer or should you straight-up ignore him like he’d clearly done to you? Should you reply?

As you were about to open the message, Cam glanced over and saw the contact name. “Are you serious?” She snatched the phone out of your hand and clicked on the message.

“Hey!”

“Why isn’t he blocked yet? He can’t just text you hey after ghosting for days…”

“At least tell me what he said!”

Cam rolled her eyes. Just when it seemed like Hansol wouldn’t pose an issue for you anymore, he decided to text you. She was a little annoyed that he was coming in to disrupt your peace. With a sigh, she said, “He said ‘Hey, listen. I’m really sorry for how I’ve been acting lately. If you’re willing to listen, I wanna talk. Can we meet?’” Your phone vibrated in her hands, a new message arriving as she ended her sentence. “He also said that he doesn’t mean for sex but to seriously talk...whatever that means.”

You frowned. Things had been weird between the two of you and now he wanted to talk? After days of ignored messages and calls? You wondered what he had to say for himself, after all this time.

Raina said, “Fuck that. I’m with Cam. He can’t just come crawling back when he feels like it...and as your best friend, I say leave him on read.”

You rolled your eyes and, as you did, Cam started typing and before you knew it she had pressed send. You snatched the phone and the message she’d sent read: FUCK YOU in uppercase letters with an angry emoji.

“Cam!”

She shrugged. “What? Did he not deserve that?”

“I guess,” you said as you looked down to find Hansol typing. You were frustrated with him but that didn’t mean that you wanted to text him “FUCK YOU” either.

HANSOL [9:42PM] | I deserve that…

HANSOL [9:42PM] | I just want to make things right…

You couldn’t just leave things like this. As much as you wanted to be strong and ignore him or even block him like Cam suggested, you couldn’t stand at least not knowing what he wanted to talk about. Plus, your heart fluttered at the sight of his name even if your blood boiled when you thought of him. You were angry with him but part of you didn’t want to be.

Y/N [9:43PM] | We can talk.

HANSOL [9:43PM] | Are you free now? If not we can meet tomorrow.

Y/N [9:44PM] | I can meet you now.

HANSOL [9:44PM] | I’ll come to you. I’ll text you when I’m outside your building.

When you looked up, your friends were looking at you expectantly. Raina spoke up first. “So are you gonna meet the asshole or what?”

You nodded. “I just want a little closure. Plus, I have a date with Alex tomorrow night.”

Cam said, “Good. Alex is a cool guy. And no offense, but I think he’s way cuter.”

You chuckled and reached for your wine glass. You’d need a little more to drink if you were going to be talking to Hansol soon, especially since you had no idea what to expect from him. So you started chugging the wine until there was nothing but an empty glass in your hands. Then you reached for the bottle to pour more.

A few minutes later, your phone buzzed with Hansol’s text saying that he was outside. You downed the rest of your wine and bid your friends goodbye. You headed out of the apartment and started walking downstairs. From the second floor window, you could see Hansol standing outside in his hoodie.

Hansol was nervous. He didn’t even know what he was going to say. He thought about it a million times but none of it sounded justifiable at this point. But he pushed the thought out of his head. Even if you didn’t forgive him, he’d feel a bit better knowing that he at least confessed how he felt instead of keeping all of those feelings inside. Because as of now it was killing him.

He turned around as he heard the door open. You came out and walked toward him. He thought of all the times you smiled as you walked over toward him but this time you weren’t. Why would you be happy to see him after what he’d done? You stood in front of him and didn’t say anything. After all, he was the one who called you out here to talk. He had to start somewhere, right?

Hansol cleared his throat. “Um, I just wanted to explain things and clear the air…”

You folded your arms across your chest. “Okay.”

“First, I’m sorry for ignoring you the past couple days. I’ve been dealing with a lot of emotional things and—”

“You’ve been dealing with a lot? That’s your excuse for ignoring all my messages and calls?”

You couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed. He called you out here and started off with this pathetic explanation of what had happened. He hadn’t said much but, at the same time, he’d said enough to understand that Hansol wasn’t the kind of person that considered the other person’s feelings.

Hansol said, “I know it’s no excuse for leaving you hanging but I want you to know that I am truly sorry for taking off that night.”

“Everyone goes through shit, Hansol! You’re not the only one in this world who’s going through something. I’m going through shit too. I just would’ve at least had the decency not to ghost…”

You were hurt and the more you thought about it, the more you felt used and thrown away like a dirty napkin. He had sex with you and left, basically. You didn’t realize it until now. You had the best sex you’d had up to this point and he just disappeared before you got out of the shower. He didn’t give a real reason and he’d been ignoring you. What were you supposed to think of it all?

Hansol looked down at his feet, kicking a nearby rock onto the patch of grass to his left. “I know...I’m sorry.”

You sighed. “Why did you fuck me and then leave?” You bit your lip as you became overwhelmed with emotion. “If you wanted to use me, why say that you wanted to stay over?”

Hansol’s heart dropped. “Y/N, I wasn’t using you...It wasn’t my intention to leave at all.”

“Then why?”

“I saw something I didn’t want to see…” You raised your eyebrows, prompting him to finish his sentence. “I saw that Alex texted you and it made me feel like shit.”

You sucked your teeth. “Are you joking?” You let out a laugh. “You can’t be serious right now. You can talk to other girls but I can’t talk to anyone else? You were all over that girl at the party yet I had to sit there and watch you with her.”

“I don’t like her like that, Y/N. I admit we kissed that night but I would rather it have been with you…”

You were starting to get upset and the tears that fell were angry and frustrated. You didn’t know where to begin. The emotions you felt were all over the place. You felt hurt, angry, betrayed, and sad. And worse, you didn’t even know how to put your true feelings into words.

“So she was just some piece in whatever fucked up game you’re playing?” You turned around, deciding that you were done with this conversation. You turned your head slightly, looking at him over your shoulder. “You know what, Hansol? You’re just like the rest of them...and I was stupid to think you’d be any different.”

You walked away from him and, as much as he wanted to go after you and apologize and beg for another chance, he didn’t want to hurt you more than he already had. He heard you climb up the stairs and he heard you open the front door. He heard murmurs of your friends before the door slammed shut for good.

He didn’t know how long he’d stood there before he actually accepted things and started walking home. He felt so defeated. He had come here with good intentions and he’d somehow managed to make things worse. Maybe he shouldn’t have come. Was this really how things were going to end?

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Ribbons // Ji Hansol

the prompt: you hoped for a new life in france, but with no money, you stowed away in the closest freighter you could find. only, it wasn’t a freighter, it was a pirate ship.

words: 6514

category: pirate!au, fluff

author note: ayy thanks to marissa for the idea of pirate!hansol bc this came out of it :) as always i miss ji hansol and wish him all the love. also i need to stop writing novels and just write cute romance like wow destinee half of this is just worldbuilding.

Thinking back, jumping into the first barrel you could find was likely not the best decision. How were you to know that there would be water filling up half of it? How were you to know that the water would be freezing cold and simultaneously smell like rotten fish?

When you planned to run away, you had no idea it would turn out like this. Your plan was to hide in a simple freighter, amongst the boxes of exports being sent to Europe. You planned to start a new life, far away from the constant danger surrounding your small village. The port side town was fueled by fear of pirates. No one was safe, and everyone was willing to give up everything if a pirate asked them to. It was horrible.

You didn’t want to live in fear. You were just as bad as everyone else in that town: cowering in fear if a pirate spoke to you. You worked at your family’s inn, and if a pirate asked for a free room, you gave it to him. If the pirates said jump, the villagers asked how high. There was no thought of ever defying them. There was no though of fighting back.

You weren’t sure you had the courage to fight back. Pirates were mean and brutal men who loved taking people for slaves and ransom. If you tried to fight back, and lost, it was likely you would never see freedom again. So, after many anxious nights of wondering if you should just do it, you finally did. You ran away.

It was just your luck that you accidentally stowed away in a pirate ship. The ship began to move at dawn, and that’s when you realized something was wrong. Men were shouting above you in a mixture of languages and tones. They were speaking like sailors, with tongues of fire and crude insults. As you looked around the small hold you had holed up in, it dawned on you that a freighter should have more crates in it. Where you were, there were only a few barrels. The rest of the room was set up like a pantry, with shelves of fruit, herbs, and dried meat. Not many freighters would have those in their hold. A pirate’s ship, however, would.

As the ship was already moving, you had no option but to hide and hope they docked somewhere soon, where you could sneak out and find help. That plan seemingly the only option in your head, you shoved your carpetbag (filled with simple things like a notebook and some underwear) under a shelf, behind many flasks and bottles. Then, assuming the barrel was empty, you opened the top and climbed inside.

You had not anticipated the cold water at the bottom, nor the horrid smell. If you bothered to check the barrels, you would’ve found a better barrel to hide in.

“Hansol said that we have oranges but I can’t find them.”

“Seriously, Jaemin? Did you even look hard enough?”

At the sound of voices, you ducked into the barrel with a soft splash, and replaced the lid as accurately as you could without proper lighting or any real knowledge of how to properly lid a barrel. Through a slit in the barrel, you watched as two boys surprisingly close to your age walked in.

It wasn’t long before they disappeared again, having found the oranges they had been searching for. You refused to move, afraid that you might splash too loudly, or worse, knock over the whole barrel and be attacked by swords. So, curled up in the most uncomfortable fetal position, you closed your eyes and struggled to fall asleep.

They would stop somewhere in the morning, right?

The boat rocked back and forth through the night, and Hansol had a hard time keeping his crew’s heads on straight. The storm had come out of nowhere, and of course there was a leak on deck.

Hansol tied his hair back with a bandana and grabbed a hammer. “Check the rest of the deck for more leaks!” he yelled, unable to be heard above the roar of the rain.

His crew obeyed without a word of protest, as they always did. He was lucky to have a loyal crew that didn’t cry mutiny every time something went wrong. Truthfully, they were his best friends and only family. He couldn’t say he’d know what to do without them.

Ten stood behind the ship’s wheel, holding the entire ship steady against the torrents. He watched each member of the crew from there, his dark eyes trained as if for war. In storms like these, the winds and rain could sweep you right into the sea of you weren’t steady, so it was vital that the crew looked out for each other.

Yukhei stood tall in the crow’s nest, a sextant by his feet and a looking glass in his hands. He was in charge of making sure Ten was on the right track. He was also in charge of warning the crew of any dangers such as other storms, mermaids, or other pirates.

Kun was the cook, and one of the most trusted members of the crew. Every day he kept the stock and the rations, making sure that no food went missing, and that everyone had enough to eat. He knew how to time trips, so that they would never starve before reaching their next destination. He also practiced navigation, and helped make sure Ten knew where to steer the boat.

Jungwoo manned the canons and the guns whenever a fight arose, but mostly he kept the ship clean and repaired whenever it needed it. Unfortunately, the ship was getting old, and the wood and tin wasn’t all that they were when Hansol first stole his precious ship.

Jaemin was the youngest, but he had been on the crew almost as long as Hansol and Ten. He practiced medicine, and always took care of the other members if they got sick. For the most part, however, he was loud and playful, always skipping out on his responsibilities to play. He had a lot to learn, but Hansol could remember a time when he too had been to excited to simply pull in an anchor or man the sails. Jaemin would learn in time.

Hansol himself was the captain, though he didn’t find himself necessarily fond of the term when it first appeared out of Ten’s mouth. He didn’t want to be the one in control. He didn’t want his future crew to be afraid. After admitting his hesitation to his crew, they assured him that Hansol wasn’t like other pirates. They reminded him that while they looked for lost treasure and stole from time to time, they never took another man’s life if they could spare it. It was Kun who convinced Hansol to take the position as Captain. Soon, Hansol realized that “captain” was simply a synonym for “leader”, and he had nothing to worry about.

“Clear skies ahead! Ten, turn east!” Yukhei suddenly yelled, his deep voice somewhat startling to the focused Hansol.

“I can’t turn it!” Ten yelled back, his voice cracking against the salty air. “I need help!”

Warm rain trailing down his face, Hansol ran over to Ten and grabbed the wheel as well. Perhaps with the power of two men, it could be turned. After much groaning and toil, they succeeded in turning the ship’s course for the calmer waters, where they could perhaps anchor for the night and get some rest.

It took hours before the ship finally escaped the storm. The whole time, the entire crew had struggled to hold on against the winds. They took turns in threes, going below deck to sit at the oars and try to propel the ship further. When it was all said and done, the six boys were tired and worn. Soaked to the bone, everyone took off their clothes as quickly as they could and replaced them with warm nightshirts and wool blankets stolen from the last inn they had visited.

Everyone was tired, but no one wanted to sleep. It was like that after battle. No matter the enemy, whether man or storm, there was always that fear inside the heart of the victor. The fear that the battle might not be over, and that the second act was just shy of beginning. So, under the stars, they began to talk, as people do when they are afraid or nervous.

“Doesn’t it feel strange on the ship?” Jaemin asked, picking at a loose seam in his sleeve. He was leaning against Ten’s side for comfort. “Like, do you think we have a ghost?”

Yukhei’s eyes widened. “I did feel a presence below deck. Perhaps one of the items we took last week was cursed.”

Hansol chuckled. The younger ones always wanted to bring up curses and legends of old, but the more experienced side of the crew knew that curses just weren’t as common as the stories always said. “I highly doubt that. We spent all last week at your mother’s trade shop, remember?”

“Oh yeah,” Yukhei bit his lip, “but you know, my mom definitely could’ve cursed us.”

“Why would your mom curse her own son?” Ten asked.

Yukhei shrugged. “I don’t know. She might’ve been mad that I didn’t do my laundry, or perhaps she just wanted our trip to be unforgettable.

Hansol snorted. "I’m sure this trip will be just as forgettable as the last. It’s amazing how much of our touch we seemed to have lost when it comes to treasure hunting.”

Kun smirked, “Well you’re the captain, aren’t you? Start leading us properly and we’ll find treasure.”

Hansol shoved the younger boy playfully. At that moment, Jaemin’s stomach growled.

Jungwoo sighed. “You know, I’m pretty hungry too. We haven’t eaten since lunch, and we missed dinner because of the storm.”

Hansol looked at Kun, “What’s on the menu?”

“Well, I believe there is still some haddock left in one of those barrels. Which reminds me, we need to go fishing as soon as we can.”

“Alright. So everyone save Ten and Yukhei will be on fishing duty,” Hansol decided.

“Great,” Ten said. “Then Yukhei and I will go get the fish. Can we grab some oranges too?”

“Go ahead,” Hansol answered nonchalantly. “We brought too much anyway.”

The two disappeared below deck, and the remaining four sat in silence, each now aware of how hungry fighting the storm had made them. Hansol lay on his back, his gaze tracing the stars as they began to appear. He found the North Star easily, as all sailors had been taught. He pointed it out to Jaemin, and was about to speak when a loud shout interrupted him.

It came from below, and Hansol shot up as soon as he recognized it as Yukhei’s voice. “Stay here,” he commanded the others, afraid that someone dangerous might’ve stowed away and tried to hurt his crew members. The more he thought about it, the more it terrified him. “In fact, go hide in the captain’s quarters until I say it’s okay to come out. Jungwoo, take out your gun. Don’t be afraid to shoot if someone tries to hurt you.”

“Got it, Cap.” Jungwoo said, allowing himself to be steered away along with Jaemin. Kun had a grip on both of them, and he definitely wasn’t going to let them out of his sight.

Hansol cocked the gunning his hand, and with his finger on the trigger, he ran downstairs to find Yukhei and Ten seemingly unharmed. “What happened?”

“There’s a girl in the barrel!” Ten answered in exasperation.

Hansol peered into the barrel, unsure of what he was going to see. He definitely didn’t expect to see you, cold and shivering, staring back at him with fear evident in your eyes. “Please…” you spoke, and your voice was cracked from lack of use. “Please don’t kill me.”

Hansol felt his heart break slightly. “We don’t want to kill you,” he said in the softest voice he could muster. “Here… let me help you out.”

Perhaps his change in tone had worked, for you lifted your arms weakly and allowed him to pull you out of the barrel. “I can’t feel my leg,” you whispered.

“That’s alright,” Hansol answered, pulling you out and setting you on your feet. You leaned into his side. “The feeling will return soon enough. Right now, we need to get you warmed up. How long have you been in that barrel?”

“Since the ship set out,” you answered meekly. “I… I thought it was a freighter.”

“That’s been almost two days…” Hansol frowned. “Wait. My ship looks like a freighter? I thought it looked menacing.”

“It was dark,” you said. “I couldn’t tell which ship was which.”

This thought settled Hansol, and he faced Ten and Yukhei, who were still there, recovering from shock. “Go inform everyone that we have company. Tell Kun to heat up some water. Tell Jaemin to get his extra nightshirt, and then we can have dinner.”

Your eyebrows rose, and you scurried away from Hansol, running into one of the shelves behind you. A few oranges fell off of the shelf and you hissed in pain as the splintered wood rammed into your back. Still, you wouldn’t get any closer to Hansol. “You’re going to boil and eat me for dinner? Isn’t that too cruel? Can’t I just walk the plank or something?”

Hansol paused for a moment, unsure of where you had drawn that conclusion. Finally, he let out an amused chuckle. “Heavens no, darling. The water is for a bath, and the dinner is just for the crew. We’re hungry for fish, not people.”

You nodded, but you wouldn’t come closer to Hansol.

He held his hand out for you to accept, and offered you a friendly smile. “Come on, darling, I can’t take care of you if you refuse to come near me.”

“I’m not sure I want to be taken care of,” you said. “Can’t you just drop me off whenever you dock somewhere?”

“I’m not sure it works like that,” Hansol said, “we won’t be docking for a long time. You’re welcome to stay with us until then, though.”

You stayed in your spot, rubbing your cold arms in the hopes of circulating some warmth into them. As much as you hated to admit it, the man’s torso had been like a warm furnace, and your body was already missing the heat. “I don’t trust pirates,” you spoke surely, holding your posture.

“Me neither,” he answered. Then, perhaps for your sake, the man unstrapped his sabier, along with his gun, and handed both of the weapons to you. “But you can trust me and my crew. I’m Hansol.”

You slowly walked forward, deciding you could trust him. If any pirate was willing to give up his weapons, then he must be serious. That’s what you thought anyway. “I’m Y/n. I was trying to get to France. I wanna start a new life far away from my hometown. Away from pirates and thieves,” you said the last part rather tentatively, in the hopes of not offending him.

Hansol didn’t seem surprised by your statement, and he only crossed his arms over his chest and pursed his lips in thought. “France, huh? I think that’s on our way. If you want, you can stay with us until we pass France. Then we’ll let you off. We have enough rations for you, I think.”

The thought of staying on a pirate ship any longer made you squeamish, but honestly what choice did you have? It wasn’t like you could just leave. You were in the middle of the ocean with no land in sight. “Okay. I’ll stay out of your way, I promise.”

Hansol shrugged, “Don’t worry about that. If anything, it might be nice to have a helping hand after the storm ruined a few of our sails. How did you do during the storm?”

You grimaced. “The barrel rocked a lot and all the shouting overhead scared me, but I managed to fall asleep. That other boy’s scream is what woke me up.” The two of you began to walk out of the pantry, you limping because of your poorly-circulated foot.

Hansol walked toward you awkwardly, and wrapped his arm around your waist again. “Is this okay? If I help you get up the steps?”

You nodded, accepting his warmth openly for someone who disliked pirates. For some reason, you couldn’t imagine Hansol being a pirate. You couldn’t imagine him ever hurting anyone.

When the two of you reached the top deck, the rest of the crew was already up and about, bustling around as quickly as they could. One of them, a boy close to your height, came running up with a nightshirt in his arms. “Hansol! Here’s my spare outfit. Kun said the bath is ready whenever you need it. I think he’s going to try and put dinner together.”

“Thanks, Jaemin,” Hansol answered, accepting the nightshirt.

Hansol led you into what you could only assume was the captain’s quarters, for it was furnished rather lavishly. The bed was huge, and half of it was covered with maps, pencils, compasses, and other navigation tools. “This is our map room. The bed is supposed to be for the captain but we only use it if someone is sick. The blankets are clean though!” he interjected himself, “We cleaned them when we stopped. You’re welcome to use the bed until we get to France.”

You eyed the piece of furniture. “Thanks.”

“Over here is the bath,” Hansol continued his tour, pulling you behind a dressing screen. There, what looked to be half of a barrel filled with water and… orange peels. “Kun says they make the water smell good. He also says that the acid will help clean us. I buy soap anyway because I don’t know how much I believe him. You can clean up and get dressed back here. When you’re done, we’ll be on the deck with dinner, if you would like to join us.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

“No problem,” Hansol smiled. Then, as if he had just remembered something, “Oh! And if you get seasickness, come get one of us. We’ll make you a remedy.”

You agreed, satisfying the captain enough for him to leave. When he did, you undressed and washed up, letting the freshly boiled water heat up your shivering bones.

When you were done, you dressed and crawled into the uncovered side of the bed. You buried yourself under the blankets until you could barely breathe. Ignoring your grumbling stomach, you fell asleep, desperately hoping that these pirates were good; desperately hoping that this wasn’t some trick; desperately hoping that you might come out alive and unharmed.

Hansol hadn’t really expected you to join his crew for dinner, but that didn’t stop him from hoping. Unfortunately, he had to accept reality when you didn’t come out of the room.

“What do we do with her?” Ten asked before taking a bite of the fish Kun had prepared.

Hansol pulled on his earlobe nervously. “Well… she wants to go to France, so I thought we could take her on our way to Finland.”

“Isn’t that out of the way?” Jaemin brought up, “Do we have enough rations to make it that far?”

Everyone looked at Kun, who calculated the numbers in his head before answering, “I mean as long as we stock up in France we’ll have enough food to get to Finland.”

Hansol nodded, “We have to take her with us anyway, so we might as well drop her off where she wants to go.”

“What do we do with her, though?” Ten repeated, his words emphasized as he struggled to get his point across. “I mean, do we give her a job? Or do we just leave her in the captain’s quarters and pretend she isn’t there?”

“I don’t know,” Hansol said.

Jaemin yawned from beside him. “Can’t we just ask her in the morning? She’s probably scared right now.”

“Right,” Hansol said, “So be considerate. Also, Jungwoo, no firing the canons as a surprise morning call like you sometimes do.”

“Seriously? You’re no fun,” Jungwoo rolled his eyes playfully.

Hansol smiled and ruffled his hair, “Alright. Off to bed. We’ve got a lot to do tomorrow. Mend the sails, fish, figure out our course to France…”

The crew groaned. Yukhei leaned against Ten dramatically, “Oh why must we work? What kind of a pirate’s life is this?”

Hansol shoved them both gently, “Stop complaining or I’ll make you two walk the plank.”

Yukhei snorted. “You wouldn’t make a fly walk that plank, let alone your favorite crew members.”

“Just get to bed.”

Just as they lulled you to sleep, the rocking of the waves woke you up. You turned on your back, eyes pointed towards the wooden ceiling. You weren’t quite sure what to do. Were you supposed to go out to the deck? Were you supposed to stay here until someone came and got you?

Your thoughts were interrupted by the door to your quarters opening slightly. A head poked through. “Oh. I didn’t know you were awake. I’m Kun,” the man said, his eyes kind. “I wasn’t going to bother you but we’re having a hard time finding our coordinates after the storm. It doesn’t help that the sky is covered in clouds. I’ll grab some maps and get out of your way.”

“I can help you,” you offered shyly. “My father was a cartographer, so I learned a lot about navigation from him.”

Kun broke into a soft smile. “Great! The other boys aren’t up yet, except Yukhei, so I’d be nice to have some help.”

“What does Yukhei do?”

“He keeps a lookout for us. We like to try and avoid other pirates as best as we can, so if we see another ship we’ll go out of our way to stay away from a fight.”

“So you guys don’t battle?” You got out from under the covers and helped Kun spread out the map. Then the two of you began to light up the lanterns so you could see.

Kun grabbed a pencil from behind his ear, “Yeah, well, we’re really only here for the adventure and the treasure. We don’t plunder every town we stop at and we certainly don’t attack other ships.”

“I didn’t know there were pirates like that,” you commented.

“We aren’t the only ones.” Kun said. “We are friends with another crew, a bigger one. They’re over near Africa right now so we haven’t seen them in awhile. But Taeyong, the captain, is a lot like Hansol. They both put their crew before treasure.”

“That’s nice,” you said, feeling a little elated to know that there were some nice pirates out here. “I’m glad I stowed away on Hansol’s ship and not someone else’s.”

Kun smiled. “Luck is on your side, it seems.”

The two of you got to work then, working to find your longitude and latitude, as well as how long it might take to get to France. Kun was a silent worker, you noticed. Something else you noticed was when he pointed to the top of the map, and his sleeves fell below his wrists. The two ribbons tied onto his wrist, one yellow and one pink, made you curious. “Have you got two girls back home, then?”

Kun’s gaze snapped to his wrist and he blushed. “Not quite. That’s my girl and our daughter’s ribbons. They live back at the village.”

“You have a daughter? You seem young.”

Kun shrugged, “Well, when you’re drunk you sort of forget your age, don’t you?”

You eyed the ribbons again. “Do you love them?”

“I’d die for them,” Kun said. “The only reason I’m not with them now is because I’m hoping to get a piece of that treasure in Finland. I want to take it back and make sure me and my family have a good life, away from judgmental eyes.”

“I hope you guys find the treasure,” you said earnestly. “I can’t think of a crew who deserves it more.”

Kun was about to answer when the door burst open, and in walked the crew member you had seen last night. Jaemin, was it?

“Hi,” he said brightly. “Do you by any chance know how to sew?”

“Me?” you asked. “Of course I do.”

Jaemin looked relieved. “Great. Can you help me? I’m supposed to be mending the sails with Hansol but I don’t want him to know that I haven’t practiced sewing like he told me to.”

You chuckled. “I’ll help you. As long as Kun is okay with me leaving him.”

“I think I’m good now,” Kun mumbled. “I’ll bring our assessments to Ten and talk to him about it.”

As you followed Jaemin out of the room, Kun called after you, “Wait, what’s your name?”

“I’m Y/n,” you answered him with a smile before being pulled onto the deck by Jaemin.

The air was windy, filled with salt, and far different than any weather you had ever felt in your village. Somehow, though, it was comforting. It cleared the senses, and tossed your hair this way and that. You felt refreshed, which was definitely something you could get used to.

Before Jaemin led you to the sails, he brought you below deck and handed you a pair of pants. “Hansol would kill me if you caught a cold. Put these on and I’ll get you a vest.”

You obeyed and pulled the pants onto your legs. By the time you tucked the nightshirt into your waistband, Jaemin returned with a vest made of hide, similar to the one he was wearing. “Here, this’ll keep you warm.”

You put it on as the two of you walked back up to the deck. One of the sails had been taken off of the mast, as it was torn down the middle. Jaemin approached it with a grimace. “I’m supposed to sew this up but I have no idea how to do it.”

He gave you the needle and thread, and the two of you sat down and got to work. You showed him the proper way of mending the sail, thankful that your village was a fisherman’s village and many of the children had been taught these things at a young age. “It’s just a simple criss-cross pattern,” you explained to the younger boy.

After a few tries, Jaemin finally got the hang out it, and you let him take over the job he was to do.

“Hey… Y/n?”

You turned around, startled to see Hansol standing behind the two of you. “Yes?”

Hansol sighed. “I need to talk with you for a moment.”

You looked at Jaemin, but he didn’t seem interested in your conversation, as he was diligently mending the sail. Hesitantly, you got up and followed Hansol towards the other end of the deck, away from listening ears. Bracing yourself for a chiding, as perhaps your weren’t supposed to help Jaemin, you clenched your fists and squared your shoulders.

Hansol didn’t seem to notice as he bit his lip nervously, averting eye contact with you. “I want to, uh, thank you for helping the others. Kun already told me that you helped him with navigation. Then you helped Jaemin… Thank you for doing that, even though you should be resting.”

“I feel fine though,” you answered him. You wished he wasn’t so shy and curt. You wished he would look at you. Perhaps it was because he was the captain, or because he was the one who took care of you last night, but you wanted him to notice you. “Do you like my outfit? Jaemin gave it to me.” You twirled in place, as if you were wearing a flow dress.

Hansol gazed at your clothes before letting a small smile slip onto his face. “You look like one of us.”

“It’s cool, isn’t it?” you opened up to the captain, feeling your heartbeat speed up whenever he smiled.

“Yes. Very cool,” Hansol answered, unable to hide his amusement. “Anyway, you’re free to roam around as you please. Just stay away from the canons. Those are dangerous.”

You heeded his words as he walked away from you. Then, deciding what you wanted to do, you ran after him. Once you were matching his strides, you looked up at Hansol. “Can I follow you around all day? I want to see what a captain does.”

Hansol eyed you for a moment before letting out a breath, “If you want.”

It was like that for the next few days, even weeks. You found yourself getting closer to the crew, but more so Hansol. The shy captain was enthralling to you, and you wished to know more about him.

So that’s what you did. Every day, you followed him around, asking him questions in an effort to get him to open up to you. Eventually, although slowly, he did open up to you. He told you about his family back home. He spoke highly of his sister, who mended clothes for a living but wished to design them instead. “I can help her start a business with the treasure we collect,” he had said.

He told you about all the places he and his crew had visited. He told you about the icebergs near Greenland, and the mountains of New Zealand. He told you about nearly dying on several occasions. He told you about getting so drunk on rum that they accidentally docked in Indonesia for a weekend. He told you that they decided to stop bringing rum aboard after that.

Every night, after the crew went to bed, Hansol would stay up. The closer you got to him, the longer you would stay up just to see what he was doing. Usually, he was just checking things and making sure everything was ready for nighttime. Whether the anchor was dropped, the fishbones were thrown overboard, and the lanterns were put out were some things he liked to check.

Most nights, you discovered, he simply liked to lean against the side of the boat and watch the water beat against the walls of the ship.

One month into the trip, you asked Hansol if you could join him. You too had things on your mind. You had no idea what you were going to do when you arrived at France. In fact, at this point, you weren’t sure you wanted to leave the small misfit crew of pirates you had come to love. Especially Hansol, who you cared a great deal about, and wished to spend more time with.

Hansol agreed to you joining him. Your shoulder brushed against his as you leaned over the side. The flyaway hairs on your head tickled your cheeks as you observed the water. “Hansol… what do I do?”

“What do you mean?”

“When I get to France. What am I to do there? How do I make a living for myself in a place where I don’t know anyone.”

Hansol shrugged. “You’ll have to talk to people. Make friends with strangers… you could even sing on the street for a few coins.”

You slouched against the captain, hugging his arm and you sighed dramatically. “What about you guys? I don’t want to lose my friends.”

Hansol stilled. “I nearly forgot that we wouldn’t see you every day like usual. You can write us can’t you?”

“How do I write to someone living in the middle of the ocean? Pigeons? Message in a bottle?”

“You could try the pigeons,” Hansol said in a soft voice. “We could get them in France.”

“Can a pigeon fly over open water?” you asked. “Maybe we should get a messenger albatross instead.”

Hansol chuckled. You felt him press his lips against your temple. “We’ll figure something out,” he said. “I don’t want to forget you.”

“Here you go,” Kun tossed you an orange.

You and the entire crew had taken a break in the middle of the day to have a snack. France was close by, and Kun estimated that everyone would be there within three days. As exciting as this could’ve been, none of you felt like celebrating. Instead, you all took to talking about ways to stay in touch, as no one really wanted to separate from you.

“What if it’s a few years before we see you again? How will we remember you?” Ten asked. Yukhei nodded from beside him.

Jaemin brightened. “Give us each a ribbon! That’s what girls do when they want a boy to remember them, right?”

“Not just any boy, Jaemin,” Jungwoo corrected him. “She has to give it to someone special. Like a lover or something.”

“Or something,” Yukhei snorted. “Can’t we be the ‘or something’?”

You giggled. “I don’t think it works like that, boys. Maybe I could get a mermaid to deliver my mail to you guys!”

Hansol cringed from beside you. He had been quietly peeling his orange the whole time. “Mermaids are evil, Y/n.”

“Oh. Nevermind.”

After everyone finished their snacks, they went below deck to take an afternoon nap, as a Hansol had given them the rest of the day off.

A slice of an orange in his mouth, Hansol got up and went to drop the anchor. “I’ll probably take a nap, too, Y/n. Will you be fine alone out here?”

“I might sleep as well,” you said.

After dropping the anchor, Hansol bid you goodbye and began to walk off.

“Wait, Hansol.”

He turned around, his face as blank as it always was, so that you never really knew what he was thinking. “Yes?”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, wondering what on earth made you think of doing this. However, Hansol was your closest friend on the ship. Out of everyone, he would be the one you missed the most. Even thinking about it, your heart dropped a bit.

You reached for your braid and untied the ribbon that held it in place. It was faded purple, worn by the sea air and the amount of times you had tied and untied it. Still, it was the only ribbon you had. “Here,” you held it out for him to take.

Hansol stared at the ribbon for a moment, and you could almost see all of the thoughts racing in his head. He suddenly quirked a small smile. “Am I your lover now?”

You felt your cheeks heat up as he held out his wrist. As you tied the ribbon around it, you answered. “I just want you to know that you mean a lot to me. I’ll miss you the most when I leave.”

“Don’t tell Jaemin that,” Hansol said.

“I’ll miss the crew as well,” you justified. “In a different way than I’ll miss you.”

Hansol grinned. It was the first time you had ever seen him smile so carelessly, so that all his teeth were on full display. “I’m going to miss you too, Y/n. Shouldn’t I give you something in return? To remember me by?”

“Like what?” you asked, although you already knew the answer.

Hansol came closer, his hands reaching up to cup your face. The ribbon on his wrist tickled your neck. His nose bumped against yours clumsily, and you angled your head so that he had better access to your lips. He waited, perhaps unsure, right in front of them. It was agony for you: his hot breath fanning your lips but he himself never moving. Finally, you lost patience and leaned up, meeting him in the middle. He reacted immediately. His lips were plump and slightly chapped from the ocean air. You pressed your body closer to his, hoping for more contact. His hand trailed down your body slowly, as if he were memorizing every curve.

“Hansol, do you know where the — my eyes!” Jaemin suddenly shouted from behind you.

Hansol suddenly jumped away from you, his cheeks bright red as he refused to look at you.

You, out of breath, smoothed down your shirt awkwardly and cleared your throat. “What do you need Jaemin?”

Jaemin walked closer to the two of you. “Well eye cleaner for one, but I was actually going to ask for an extra blanket.” His eyes trailed down Hansol’s arms, “You gave him your ribbon? Ten! Kun! You’ll never guess what Y/n did!”

Suddenly the entire crew were running on deck, each disheveled and sleepy.

“What’s wrong?” Kun asked, his hand blindly searching for a gun even though he wasn’t wearing his holster.

“Y/n and Hansol love each other,” Jaemin clarified. “She gave him her ribbon.”

The crew groaned. Hansol hid behind you and hesitantly reached for your hand. You gave his a comforting squeeze.

“Jaemin, everyone knows that they like each other. Literally everyone,” Yukhei said. “They don’t hide their loving gazes very well. Now let’s go back to bed.”

Everyone agreed and shuffled back below deck, ignoring Jaemin’s apologies. “I still don’t have a blanket,” he complained, following the others.

“That wasn’t so bad,” you said once they were out of sight. “Right?”

Hansol bit his lip anxiously. “Can’t I just stay with you this afternoon? They’ll tease me if I go down there.”

You tugged on his hand, “Come on, Sol. Honestly for a captain you sure are afraid of your crew.”

“They’re mean to me, Y/n!”

“I’m sure they are,” you chuckled, balancing on your tiptoes to peck him on the lips.

You woke up a few mornings later to see Hansol already awake. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, so that you could only see his bare back. “Hansol? What’s wrong?”

You got out of bed and walked in front of him, tilting his face towards yours. “Why are you crying?”

Hansol sniffed and reached for your waist. He pulled you against him in a tight hug. “We’ve arrived in France. I don’t want to lose you, Y/n.”

You ran your hands through his hair comfortingly and kissed his forehead. “You won’t lose me, Hansol. We’re just going our separate ways for awhile. You’ve got to go get the treasure for your sister, and for Kun’s family. Then, if you still miss me, come back to France and find me. I’ll wait for you to come. And if you do come back for me, I’ll gladly return to this ship and live with you for the rest of my days, okay?”

Hansol nodded against your skin. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you said. “I’m going to miss you a lot. And whenever you miss me, you can look down at the ribbon and know that you’re the one who has my heart, okay?”

Hansol left a feather-like kiss on your neck. “I’ll return quickly, then. Goodbye Y/n.”

“Goodbye, Hansol.”

~the end~

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