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#juyeon au
sadnightforus · 4 months
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YOU MIGHT BE SLEEPING  (LJY)
biker boyfriend!juyeon x gn!reader
SYNOPSIS: In an attempt to surprise you for the 500 days anniversary, he took you on a ride to his favorite places that are far away from the city, after various complaints from you that you found nothing to do in Seoul. 
WORD COUNT: 3.9K
WARNINGS: none… we reached this point guys (besides the mentioning of Eric being a super rich guy that’s all). too much fluff *insert the crying waterfall emoji because normal emoji does not cut it* 
A/N: don’t know if y’all know this but I was inspired by that one particular fanmade video. the og concept was supposed to have a bad boy vibe but he looks too good in that middle pic so I have to comply with this one instead. so cute, I’m kicking my feet fr. also omg full on fluffy soft fic from me??? I Will Die. 😭😭😭
ALSO THIS IS THE FANMADE VID. 
reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated!
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You’re bored of Seoul. 
 Don’t get it wrong, you don’t hate the city at all. But Seoul always has something going on. The streets look amazing during the day and night and there’s modern technology everywhere. Everything seems so fancy and lavish. You’re proud of how far the world has come. 
 Even though it’s incredibly hard to earn a quiet time for yourself since it’s a really busy city and if you want complete silence, you have to block out their own voices. It’s hard to ignore the presence of others when there are loud noises and so many people at once. 
 However, for you, it’s also the city of love.
 You met Juyeon when you both first enrolled into the same college and happened to closely share a semester together due to the duo group work your professor was making you do (and the deadline was well over 2 weeks). Those 2 weeks were blissful, you used to think he was a bit cold and even more so, a bit too full of himself, since he is immediately dubbed as ‘the dancing prince’ and he hangs out with the popular crowd. But your first impressions didn’t matter because he was incredibly nice and polite, and was so helpful when helping you with the project too, be it ideas or just offering to take places in completing the work. And you both ended up getting an A due to the outstanding efforts you put into your work, which you have to thank your amazing partner for. 
 And after the project ended, he still keeps in contact with you, insisting that you’re quite an interesting individual to know and hope to develop a further friendship. A total lie from him because he later admitted that when you both got into a relationship with the saying that by then, he already liked you and he just wanted to see if he has a chance with you. 
 Now back to the present. 
 It’s Saturday and you both are on a semester break. You live with your roommate/coworker and she’s off to work already, leaving you alone in this apartment as it’s your day off today. You were cleaning up your room and wiping off the dust off the furniture when suddenly you received a phone call. You look at your caller ID and you can’t help but smile when you see who it is. 
 So you pick up, pausing your cleaning process so you can talk to him just a little bit. 
“Hi, my pretty baby.” 
 That name never fails to flatter you and make your heart jump out of your chest. 
“Hey there, pretty boy.” 
 You think you do a pretty job concealing your flustered face and tone (rightfully, sue him for reducing you into a mushy lover). Otherwise, you would’ve been so embarrassed if he knew he had done irreversible damage to you. 
“You don’t have any plans for anything today, right?” 
“Why? You wanna take me to one of Eric’s father’s fancy restaurants?” 
“Great idea, actually.” He laughs, humoring you along. It’s no secret that Juyeon loves spoiling you. He had a hard exterior, according to all of your friends and you yourself. But when you guys began dating, they were subjected to the PDA between you two and their opinions on him quickly changed because just who is this guy? And plus, he also likes to take you on a new adventure. 
 Somehow, it makes you feel like a naïve teenage girl who’s dating a bad boy and you always wanted to ask him if he is truly one (even if you know he works part-time as a barista for his parents’ café shop). It’s hard to believe that someone as perfect as him can possibly exist. It’s unbelievable. 
“I was wondering if you’d like to join me for today's exploring.” He shyly explains and you can feel his shy smile tugs through his tone. What have you done in your past life to get a guy like him wrapped around your finger? Whatever you were doing, you’ve done it right. 
“If it’s Seoul, I’ve practically walked through every shady alleyway. It’s no fun.” You whine, your wet cloth cleaning off the dust is long forgotten amidst the phone call between you and your lover. 
“It’s not Seoul. I wanna take you somewhere else.” He keeps it vague and you suspect that he has a surprise for you. 
“Okay, let me clean myself up a bit.” You exclaim, putting down the wet cloth and hanging it up to dry from your bedroom (in your defense, it’s not dirty at all. You have a habit of wiping off your dust often and you definitely don’t have enough time in your hand to clean it right now). 
“Can you pick me up in an hour and a half?” You ask him, strutting around in your room to go to your bathroom to freshen yourself up. 
“You can still show up in sweats and I’d still think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” He says, means every single word of it because he thinks you’re pretty. So goddamn pretty he loses his mind over you and he doesn’t believe that he’s the one who gets to have you all the time. 
“Lee Juyeon, shut up. I think I stink. Do you honestly like it when I’m sweating like a dog?” You make a gagging face while you’re putting on your cleansing foam. 
“The sweats can’t wipe away your beauty.” His reply makes you want to bang your head into the wall so bad. 
 God, he’s such a romantic. 
“I’m showering. You can save that sappiness when you pick me up later.” You furiously blush, trying to get him to end the call so you can get ready to go wherever he leads you to. 
“I’ll see you later then, baby.” 
 And the line is disconnected. 
 You sulk a bit before putting your device back as you snap back to reality. But you’re also beyond excited where he will take you to today. 
 So you divert your attention back onto getting ready and hoping that the new things you’ve been wanting to try out will work. 
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“You look absolutely breathtaking.” Is the first thing Juyeon says after he comes to pick you up. 
 You decide to wear a black big cozy jacket, combined with black jeans and white shirt, which goes with his similar casual wear that he chooses. 
 There’s a spark in his eyes as he scams your whole body. A boyish smile yet so much of a shyness ticks behind that expression. He hands you a helmet, to which you still remember that the particular item is a gift from his dad who bought motorcycle tools equipment as a present for his 19th birthday and that includes the helmet you’re holding in your hand. You check to see if it has been unlocked yet. Once you see that it does, you quickly put it on your head, adjusting it properly before locking it and you gently hop onto the vehicle, excited for the ride.
“Are you ready?” He asks, wanting to make sure that you’re seating yourself comfortably before the motorcycle takes off.
“I’m all done.”
 And you hear the engine takes off, as the vehicle takes both of you far away from your place.
 The air feels fresher than usual, the atmosphere and the feelings remind you of the old Hong Kong movies you used to watch with your friends as a teenager. You always dream of doing something wild and adventurous to feel the essence of the ‘neon & loneliness’— something that has been used to precisely describe those types of movies. And now it’s like you’re living your dreams out. 
 If it’s a dream then you don’t want to wake up from it. 
 His soft woody cologne that radiates from his body all makes you feel like everything is in a daze and you’re the main protagonist of those films that you always loved. How did you get so lucky? 
 The motor is being driven further away from the city and you’ve crossed numerous luxurious stores and fancy places as you hold on tight to your lover. You’ve seen different kinds of people today; the sad, the happy, the singles, the couples, the divorced, the kids, teenagers, adults and you think you might’ve driven past celebrities by accident too. 
 Your eyes are trained to watch the road and take your worries off the daily life you’re experiencing today. You think though, instead, it’s making you realize something very precious about life. 
 People can be in a state of anything, regardless of their age. And they’re diverse, they have something to tell. Behind every person, there’s a story that is waiting for a person to uncover those. Uncover the deepest, best and worst parts of themselves. 
 You think you’re lucky that your boyfriend is the most gentle and caring person who always brings out the best part of yourself. Never once had you ever felt as if you were held back or restricted from good opportunities. He always encourages you to chase after your dream, while he steadily works towards his goal. 
 The short breeze through the city now has long escaped. You both are going somewhere unfamiliar, although you’re not sure how exactly familiar he is with where he plans to take you. However, you know better than to doubt him when he is quite literally the very same person with a really great taste in everything.
 Your thoughts do eventually come to a stop as he drives to a gas station and by that time, it’s around 3 and a half in the afternoon. The vehicle’s engine is no longer running after he shuts the power off and you know it’s time you get off the bike.
“I’d like to fill in the tank please.” Is what he says. His honey voice, ever so softly, makes you wonder how people aren’t falling for him already. The staff comes to him immediately and helps fill in the gas as per request. 
“Do you want to buy something?” He turns to ask you. “Or do you need to use the bathroom?”
“Not really.” You respond as you shake your head.
 You both stand while waiting for them to pump the gas and calculate the bill. And when you both are done, he gears up the vehicle to signal that the adventure is nowhere done. You hop on it, excited to see what will be waiting for you.
 You both leave the place, 
 Your boyfriend’s scent soon lures you to sleep, with you being barely able to open your eyes. It hasn’t been that long that you fall asleep together with him, but you both are somehow always away with the college assignments and personal workloads that are being dumped on you. Having him really close for the first time in 3 weeks does nothing but really makes you want to rest up.
 And you think to yourself, hmm, screw that. He’ll wake me up when we arrive at the place.
 Then you lay your head and close eyes as you feel yourself drifting further away to the dreamland that has been long awaited for you.
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 You woke up once you felt like you were being carried.
 You didn’t register it until you felt the abnormality of the said body pillow that you’ve been resting on start moving up and going even gradually higher. It’s only then that you open your eyes, consciousness not fully hitting you yet as your exhaustion keeps luring you to the dreamland. However, since you don’t have such a habit of sleeping when you are being moved around, you try your very best to open your eyes and pray that the sunlight will hit your eyes, although it’s unlikely as the sky beams with the color of soft orange and yellow, like a beautiful fire in flames.
“Ju-”
“Shh, baby. Just sleep.” He shushes you, continuing to give you a piggyback ride. You immediately protest and almost go feral and also, almost cause a disturbance to him too.
“I’m wide awake, you can put me down and I can walk.” 
“Nice try, but no.” He chuckles and you can already imagine the most annoying yet such a beautifully crafted boyish grin plastered all over his face. He’s lovely– that’s just who he is.
“But where are you taking me?” You ask, eyes now can’t close on their own as your sleepiness already wears off from talking earlier.
“You’ll see.”
 And several minutes later, you both reach a part of a town that you’re sure has never been here before. He seems to be lost, with the way he hesitates to take a step further as he walks. 
“But Ju…” You whine. “Can’t you tell where you’re going?” You plead for him to give an answer, you so badly wanted to know what place he will show you this time. 
“Nuh uh.” He shakes his head a bit, still insisting on being mysterious and vague with the direction you’re heading. 
“But will you put me down? It’s uncomfortable being carried when I’m like, awake.” You complain and he finally gives in, sighing as he puts you down and you almost stumble forward and fall as the gravity feels new to you and if your boyfriend wasn’t there to catch you at all, you’d certainly slip by now. 
“Thank you.” You mumble out. 
“You good to go?” He asks, offering you his hand to hold as you busk in a new, unfamiliar place together. His eyes sparkle up, light of hope and love, so much adoration stores up in a gaze of his that belongs to a person that you’re proud to call him yours. 
 You’re losing track of yourself with the way you keep looking at him without a word, like a dumbfounded teenager that has no idea what they should do when they harbor romantic feelings towards their crush. But he lets you, until you gulp down to wet your throat and proceed with the next thing you’re going to say. 
“Yes.” You have a dopey smile on your face. “I can’t wait.”
 And you both take one step, two steps and more steps forward. Until you get inside the mysterious building. 
 Your boyfriend is not a man of many words, but his actions are always sincere. When he speaks, he always expresses his love for you. 
 You can even say that in almost two years of your relationship, you never have to doubt his feelings for you. That’s just how transparent he is. You don’t think you can find a greater love than him.
 With more steps further, you make it past the door and you see many abstract arts and paintings being hung, scattered all across the wall. Each frame and piece, colorfully coming together to make a piece of stories that is waiting to be told. The lines that piece it together, asymmetrically perfect in a way that it never seems to be out of place, although if you separate it, it wouldn’t make much sense to the naked eyes that only saw the remaining pieces and never get the chance to witness the beauty of the completion and harmony that lies in the form of crafts that you see with your own eyes. 
 Similarly, that’s how you feel about your boyfriend. 
 Not many people know him and you always had the impression that he was rather cold and closed off. That’s how he appears to the outsiders. The description of him from fellow classmates and his friends are drastically different because they never get to fully see what he is like as a person. 
 A person who is full of love to give to others, the one who dotes on others and is full of adventures. 
 Life with him is never boring, he brings a new kind of joy in your life. The kind of excitement that is dangerous, but you’ll let him lead you to go anywhere, even if it’s a thousand miles away. You trust him to keep you safe because never once had you been harmed or run into dangers.
 He instructs you to stand in front of him, you do so without a question. He pulls out a silky fabric and you already know what he wants to do– blindfolds you for the surprise. You let him as he carefully wraps the material around your eyes in a gentle manner to ensure that it doesn’t hurt you.
“Hold my hand and follow me.” He speaks to you softly and you nod your head. “I want to show you something.”
In a sight of darkness that is hard to break from, you let him guide you. He’s your light amongst all of this and you know he’ll never let you slip or stray away. With careful steps forwarding on the stairs and going up, further and further and then the floor feels smoother without the anxiety of reckoning,  it only takes a bit to finally realize you’re past the staircase.
 You feel like time freezes and you’re not sure how much time has passed by, although you think it’s not that much. It’s by far, the most anticipated thing for you. 
 Then you hold his hand tighter as he takes you in this unfamiliar place.
 You’re not the only one with so much adoration for your significant other. Your boyfriend is no different from you. 
 For Juyeon, being with you makes him feel like he’s in heaven. There’s no greater feeling than your presence around. 
 You heal a broken part of him that he didn’t know existed until you become the most cherished and frequent presence in his life, which is no doubt, loneliness.
 You’re calming, intelligent and intriguing. You’re an open book, but also, a mystery that he wants to keep uncover. He can lose himself in just studying about you and he wouldn’t care. You’re that someone to him who he trusts, with all of his life.
 When he inherited a motorcycle as a present from his parents in 11th grade, he usually rode it everywhere alone, even when he had friends. He discovered many fascinating locations, hearing every kind of life story from strangers whom he met on the road when he did his little exploring and witnessed people going through many stages of life. He used to watch people flirting and he wished that he had someone else to share his perspective and sightseeing with.
 You came along unexpectedly and stole his heart away. He can barely imagine a life without you now. The things you do to his heart is unhealthy. You’re the sole reason that his burning passion for life doesn’t become something he deeply despises. 
 The once cold seat of the motorcycle is now replaced by the warmth of you. And he wouldn’t want to have it in any other way. 
 He has seen many beautiful things that calm and heal his soul, but none of it were you.
 He thought beauty lies in the empty roads of complete darkness, or constellations and stars in the sky. But it’s clearly you, who is a Venus personified. 
 He’s in love and he’s not hiding it. 
 Which is why he wants to show you this view.
 By stopping in his track as he has reach the final destination, he reaches to slowly the blindfold off your eyes, all while tells you to still your eyes closed and only open under his command. 
 Both of you walk further and further away, with the help of Juyeon who guides you in the desired direction. Cold breeze hits you and you realize now that you’re most likely on the balcony and not in the secured walls of this building. 
“Open your eyes, baby.” 
 You let the light penetrate your vision as the skin that covers your seeing splits apart. 
 The view is breathtaking. 
 The sky turns into a light beat of deep orange, pale blue, deep pink and purple. You see the simplicity, the complexity and something so lively. 
 You see how the sky slowly turns itself into a pitch black, as the colors start to beautifully blend themselves, creating an unforgettable view that spreads through all across the universe from your own eyes. The wind blows slowly, as if to celebrate the magic of your shared happiness with him, which makes the moment even more unreal. 
 The lights that hang from there only intensifies its beauty. 
 You see polaroids of you both together being decorated, some you weren’t aware that the pictures were being taken. There are books and a table for dining that are put together like high end restaurants and you have no doubt that it wasn’t just a one day of work at all. 
“Happy 500 days anniversary.” He tells you, hand gently caressing you. “This house originally belonged to my grandpa. He has since passed it down to me.” He states so ever so softly and you’re shell shocked. 
“He told me that if I find someone special, I should bring them here. Because this house witnesses how my grandma and grandpa love each other and everyday is always special to them. For a long time, I didn’t understand what he meant because the idea of a lover that exists in a lonely person’s story doesn’t make sense. But I met you, my special person. I want this house to witness our love, too.” 
 You have tears brimming in your eyes as you listen to him speak further, all while his gaze lovingly settles on you and his thumbs wipe your tears. 
“I didn’t know what love was until I met you. When you’re away, I miss you. When you’re sleeping, I wish you’re awake so I can tell you some jokes that make you laugh.” 
“Me too.” You lose yourself into the warm brown eyes of his. “When I think about you, all my sadness disappears. It’s cliché, I know. But.. I think I’m so lucky to have you.” You choke on your own silent sob as he presses light kisses onto your lips.
“I’m so lucky to have you too.” He says truthfully. “I never believe in destiny, but I think we’re destined to love each other.” 
 And under the now moonlight that slowly shines onto you both, he cups your face and kisses you with all his might, as fireworks go off in the sky, as if to be a witness of this beautiful love story. 
 You don’t care for any of that as he whispers ‘I love you’ and you whisper one back too.
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COPYRIGHTED BY SADNIGHTFORUS, 2023
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bbangsoob · 8 months
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this pov…the things i would do to him….
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warmau · 2 months
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☆ commission: cat cafe!au x lovestruck!au juyeon note: you're the lovestruck one in this
you're not sure when it starts
maybe the day you get silver in, the skinny grey tabby who skittishly avoids every patron, settling into a small ball of fur on the top perch of one of the cat trees
the only human allowed to handle her is juyeon, who talks to her quietly and soothingly and who can hold her in the palm of one hand
maybe it's the weekend you get a whole group of university girls - colorful and loud - flirting endlessly over cat treats and milk tea with juyeon because he's nice and doesn't know the difference between friendly and a little too friendly
or maybe there isn't a way to pinpoint the beginning of your feelings because they've just been inside you for so long that the root is impossible to trace
you look at juyeon from over the register, watch him pick up cat toys and empty glasses from customer ordered drinks
you notice him stop for a second to let silver take a tentative few steps toward him before she's nudging against his ankle with her small head
and you just............feel.................warmth
he turns to call out to you, and your eyes drop down to the counter because ever since it - whatever this is - started
you cannot fathom ever letting juyeon know
"do you still want me to go out and buy litter today?"
you glance at the clock on the wall, shaped like a cat, tail swinging languidly
"it's almost nine so i'll just do it tomorrow when i open."
"sure." he smiles and your chest gets all toasty with adoration "don't pick anything too heavy."
on your way home, you scroll aimlessly through your photos to check which brand to get in the morning when your finger stops on one photo in particular
your first week at the cat cafe
the owner is posing next to you with a big grin, to his left is eric who is doing an enthusiastic v-pose, and then to your right is juyeon
he's wearing a white tshirt underneath his apron, black hair pulled back under a baseball cap, blue jeans and sneakers
he doesn't even try and still manages to be the most handsome man i've ever seen
the train jolts and your finger leaves the photo, scrolling up to some other photo
this one is just you, taken by a friend at some outing
does he look at me at all? does he look at me the way i look at him?
you lock your phone and sigh, these feelings inside of you can continue to grow but you are sure you won't ever let them bloom into anything. especially not something juyeon can ever see.
the next morning, you find yourself in a match with the twenty-five pound bag of litter
you had lifted it at the nearby store and thought to yourself, incorrectly, that you would make the trek back to the cafe with no issues
half a block you had been puffing - dropping the bag as carefully as possible to the sidewalk
"one of the cats is twenty five pounds, why does this stupid bag feel like it's a hundred?"
you catch your breath as a long shadow suddenly obscures your own
"i knew you would overdo it."
you straighten up and see juyeon
"juy- your shift doesn't start till three in the afternoon?!?"
he surveys the bag and the little beads of sweat on the side of your face.
without a word, he picks up the bag and throws it over his shoulder like it's absolutely nothing
"i'll help you bring this in." he outstretches his free hand to you as if to ask if you need help getting stable
you shyly shake your head and he waits as you adjust
the walk to the cafe is quiet.
it's early, and the start of the weekend, so shops are opening but there isn't a crowd yet
"don't be scared."
you freeze - don't be scared? did i mishear him?
"sorry?"
juyeon's expression is unreadable when you look at him for confirmation
his clean skin and pretty eyes radiate calmness. his lips in a slightly upturned curve.
"don't be scared to ask me for help. you've been at the cafe for a while now, the cats like you and i-"
you......like me..........too?
"and i appreciate anyone who is fond of cats like i am."
oh. right.
you laugh awkwardly, covering your mouth out of habit.
"ok, i will. sorry to bother you before your shif-"
juyeon's long fingers wrap around your wrist and you stop in the middle of the street
gently, as if he's handling a kitten, he pulls your hand from your face
"you should never hide your laughter."
it's random, uncalled for even - people don't just say things like that in the middle of a conversation
but juyeon does it as if it's the most normal reaction
and he just blinks when you stare back at him - heart hammering in your chest
"r-ri-right, i won't. but um - will you go back home since you're not scheduled till three?"
juyeon shrugs and you two resume walking
the store is on the next block and when you get to the door, juyeon shifts the bag from one shoulder to the other
"do you need any help opening?"
you fumble with the key, the feeling of his gaze makes you a little dizzy
"n-no i think i have it. you should go back home and get some more sleep."
he nods and follows you inside, placing the litter by the door
without another word to you, he enters the part of the store where the cats are
you pretend to busy yourself with organizing the little chairs in the cafe section, but secretly you watch as he heads right toward the little corner that silver has made her home in
he stands there - seemingly checking if she's awake - and you see him outstretch his hand
always so patient, no wonder she picked him as his favorite. i would too.
you shake your head at the thought, as if to get it out of your head, busying yourself with the usual duties
juyeon emerges a couple of minutes later and waves at you as he opens the door
"i'll be back at three."
"ok!"
and nothing else.
you realize only after it's quiet and you're all on your own again that you didn't get to ask juyeon what in the world he was doing here so early
was he jogging around the neighborhood? did he get up early to go to the same pet store...for a pet he doesn't have? or ........ or........ had he been thinking about you?
you bite back your lip, wondering if its selfish to even have the thought
the thought that juyeon, perfect juyeon, everyone's crush juyeon - could possibly have been laying in his sheets this morning and thinking about going out to check on you
as if to answer you, you hear a loud and annoyed meow
"right. breakfast."
you mumble and let your thoughts about what could or could not have happened this morning find a shelf in the back of your mind
three o'clock comes by even faster than you expect
juyeon comes in, followed by always energetic eric
before you even get a chance to greet them - eric comes bounding toward you with shining eyes
"i heard you totally couldn't even lift ten pounds of litter this morning!"
you deadpan at him, "it was twenty-five pounds."
he shakes his head, hands on his hips, "job requirement says you have to lift fifty pounds or more! i'm telling the boss!"
an obvious joke, you roll your eyes, but juyeon furrows his eyebrows as he joins you
"eric - don't tell the boss that. i don't want them to get in trouble."
you and eric both look at him a little dumbfounded, trying to find a hint of sarcasm in his tone
but juyeon is completely genuine. as he always is.
eric burst into laughter, "dude! i was just playing, teasing!"
he shoves into juyeon's shoulder, who just sways with surprise
"oh."
you giggle, lifting your hand up to your mouth again, but stopping - remembering juyeon's soft voice in the morning
you should never hide your laughter
juyeon's eyes waiver for a moment, from your awkward hand to your lips, or maybe you just imagine it
because he turns and lets you deal with eric's presence by yourself as he lets himself into the cat enclosure
as eric talks a million miles a minute and you help a group of new customers, you second guess the events of the day in your head again
there's no way he would go out of his way to see me this morning. it was just a coincidence. it has to be just a coincidence. juyeon has never shown any kind of interest toward m-
"oh shit!"
the exclaimed voice belongs to eric, who pushes past the register and approaches you with big, sparkling eyes
which can only mean one thing
"can you cover the rest of my shift? pleaaaaaaaase!"
you huff, "why?"
he tries to make himself all cute and sweet, "it's an emergency! for reaaaaaaal! i promise, i'll owe you!"
you don't know how much you believe this 'emergency' - and you've been here since the early morning.
you're tired, you don't even have tomorrow off, and you were looking forward to catching the latest episode of a drama you've been into
but
the cat enclosure opens, and juyeon walks out. behind him is a customer that's clearly starstruck by him.
"let me go get the adoption form." juyeon tells them and the big, fluffy orange cat in his hands purrs
the customer nods and as juyeon passes you and eric, he lifts the cats paw in acknowledgement
how is he the cutest person ever.
"so will you do it? i'm sorry to ask but i gotta go like now if you can!"
another...what....four hours with juyeon? till closing?
"fine. but you're taking my early morning next week."
"deal!" eric is already undoing his apron and rushing toward the back for his stuff
juyeon only registers that you're still here about an hour later.
busy with the adoption procedure, when he waves off the customer with their new pet, he turns and his eyes widen innocently
"i thought you left?"
"eric had an emergency."
concern overtakes the look of shock
"have you taken a break yet? did you eat?"
you remember the sad excuse you had for lunch and shake your head
"sit down, i'll take care of everything till closing."
the way he says it - the words are clear, calm like midday waves
"it's ok -"
juyeon is already pulling a chair from the cafe area behind the register
you sit only because juyeon doesn't seem to look like he's going to move if you don't
"we need to clean before we clo-"
"i can do it." he leans down and for a second the world stops. his face gets so close you can smell whatever detergent he used on his tshirt.
picking some lint from your apron strap, he straightens up.
you feel like your head spins back into a moving world
cutest person ever, with no sense of personal space. great. i pick the best ones.
"the cats were good today. it won't take long."
you make yourself a cup of water and take one of the candy bars from the front to nibble on as you wait for the last party of people to finish playing with the cats
juyeon floats back and forth between helping inside and making the odd drink order
you get up to help and he just points at the chair without a word
stuck there, all you can do is observe
usually you do it in secret, only flinging little peeks over at him when you think he's too distracted
but today - you just watch. and juyeon let's you.
whenever he catches you, his lips curl into just the smallest smile or he asks if you're ok and need him for anything
it's oddly intimate
finally, with the crowd gone, you tally up the cash in the register and juyeon wipes down the tables
he disappears for a moment only to come over to you with a small ball of fluff in his hands
"silver?" you ask, looking at the familiar white stripe down her back
juyeon nods and use one finger to caress her, she mewls and tucks her head into his skin
"she doesn't trust me yet." you say with a sad smile "i think you're the only one she likes right now."
he steps closer and outstretches his cupped hands
"she might hiss-" you start, but juyeon shakes his head as if he's well aware that she won't
"she's comfortable with you." he states like it's a fact "the person she's still timid around is eric because he's......"
juyeon pauses like he's embarrassed to say something mean about another person
"he's loud." you finish his sentence, adding a - "but he's just born that way."
you take in a small breath and lean closer, silver wiggles in juyeon's hands and turns to face you, big blue eyes borrowing into your own
when you let the pad of your finger grace the top of her head - she blinks slow
and then tucks herself back into juyeon
"see, she doesn't mind it." he looks at her with a fondness juyeon seems to reserve only for animals
his usual look of soft uninterest is gone, his eyes are full of care and love
you hate to admit the pang of jealousy that circles around your heart as he takes silver back to the other cats
is there a person in your life that you look at with those eyes? are they the luckiest person in the world?
juyeon waits as you lock the door, and he's still waiting when you're done and start your walk toward the train
"don't you live in the other direction?"
you start and then realize that that might sound weird, but, as always, juyeon seems unaffected
"it's dark out so i'll walk you to the train. you worked almost twelve hours so i'm worried."
you shake your head, stopping on the sidewalk
"no - it's ok, really! i don't want you to have to make the walk there and back-"
juyeon blinks at you slowly, for a second he looks just like sleepy and comfortable silver
"i'll walk you. i don't mind."
you resume your steps just because you think protesting more won't get you anywhere
as calm and serene as juyeon is, you can never really win against him. like a rock - unnervingly silent and impossible to move.
half way to the train the silence makes your nerves bubble up to the surface and you spit out the question that's been nagging you all day
"wha- what were you doing near the pet store this morning?"
you hold the strap of your backpack tightly as the words come out
"were you on a morning run or-"
juyeon tilts his head from the night sky to match your gaze
"i was looking for you."
for a second time you bring yourself to a full halt
"so - you went there on purpose?"
juyeon's confusion is as clear as day on his handsome features
"of course? i knew you'd pick something heavy and so i got up early to meet you. isn't that what you do? when you care about someone?"
"c-care about someone?"
possibly one hundred thoughts race through your mind at once and a hot feeling starts to crawl up your neck
care? as in ...... as in care about me as a co-worker? as a friend? as a silly person in his life that he assumes (correctly) will make silly decisions - what in the world is he talking about?
juyeon puts his hands in his pocket and, for the first time in your life, you see him bashfully drop his eyes to the ground
"i - i care about you because i like you." he lets himself after a moment find your gaze "isn't it obvious?"
"........obvious........"
the word drops from your lips in stunned disbelief and juyeon gives you a smile that you commit to memory forever
"y-yes? aren't i always being obvious around you?"
you try to think of the time that you've know juyeon - that you've known the soft spoken, considerate, polite, a little dense but otherwise incredibly smart, perfect man you know and no. no not once has he shown any "obvious" interest toward you
"i mean, no? i'm the blubbering idiot that's obviously in love with you!"
it comes out on reflex and juyeon's eyes go wide to match the moon that hangs above you two
"oh- oh! you - you also like me? i mean...love me....?"
clamping your hands over your mouth - you lurch forward in a run
juyeon calls your name in surprise, but you can't even turn to face him
you wave your hand above your head
"i'll see you tomorrow! sorry!"
juyeon does the kindest thing possible and doesn't follow after you
you spend the entirety of the train ride home staring at your phone screen completely zoned out
aren't i always being obvious around you?
"we're both just dumb.....that has to be it......"
eric is smiling from ear to ear when you come in and you know that means one thing: juyeon told him everything
the second you put your things down, eric is pushing you toward the storage room and shutting the door right behind you
"you can't come out until you're dating!"
the words are swallowed up in your mind to the sight of juyeon standing there
he looks at you and his long fingers tap against each other behind his back
"i-"
"i-"
you both start and then immediately bristle like a pair of newly introduced cats
"i didn't know!" you blurt out, heart starting to pick up a racing pace in your chest, "i didn't know you also liked me so if it's ok with you-"
juyeon, to no ones surprise, wears his heart on his sleeve
"if it's ok will you go out with me?"
he bends down at the waist, as if he's thanking you and not asking you to date him
you were about to ask the same thing, but the absurdity of the situation just elicits a hiccupping laugh from you
"y-yes" you say, repeating it through giggles "yes, i will!"
you are about to cover your mouth again, when juyeon's fingers wrap around your wrist delicately
and you look at him, as he starts to laugh too
when you open the door - eric gives you two an expectants
"well?"
juyeon opens his mouth, but nothing comes out - so you put your hands up
"you said we couldn't come out till we started dating and well...."
eric's shout of happiness makes all the cats stir, soft meows and pads of their paws against the glass
you're not sure when this crush started - when juyeon's started either - but you're happy to know that somehow down the line your hearts opened up to each other like this.
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sunfleursgarden · 5 months
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us against the world - lee juyeon
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inspired by taylor swift’s champagne problems.
pairings: ex! juyeon x fem! reader
genre: angst! fluff (if you squint)
synopsis: After running away from his proposal, all Juyeon could ever think about was where it all went wrong. Showing up to your house with a heavy heart is something you weren’t ready for, but Juyeon is certain that he wants you in his life, you were simply hesitant.
warnings: angst! mentions of alcohol and blood, slight fluff (if you squint), few curse words are mentioned, somewhat forbidden love, juyeon calls you baby twice
word count: 2.7k words
note: OH MY GOD! this is my first ever publish on tumblr. i’ve been pondering a lot on whether to give this story a happy or sad ending, but hey, we’ll see... and by the way!! this is inspired by taylor swift’s champagne problems!! have fun reading !! (proofread once)
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“Will you marry me?”
Splashing that tightly corked bottle of champagne, the high-spirited crowd gleamed in triumph, smiles plastered on their faces as they cheered the two of you on. His not-so-receptive relatives anticipated every minute whilst you were hesitant. You were unfathomable.
“I love you, Y/n. I’d like to spend the rest of my life loving and taking care of you.”
“Juyeon... What are you doing?” You mumbled. He was still down on one knee as he held a small velvet jewelry box. Juyeon gave you a sweet smile—a smile you know you didn't deserve.
“I'm sorry.” those were the last words you said. Juyeon’s eyebrows furrowed, confused about why you suddenly acted that way. You felt everyone’s gaze, your chest felt heavy. Staring at Juyeon, you gave him an apologetic look. He still couldn't process what was going on.
You had this forethought to run. The moment you ran, no one dared to move an inch. That moment screamed in silence. Running away from the person who desired to spend their life with you, you couldn’t prompt yourself to walk down that aisle carrying weight on your shoulders instead of flowers in your hands.
Guilt filled up your petrified heart. Absurd flashbacks start surrounding you, a champagne bottle in one hand, and a broken heart in the other. You’ve never been cognizant of how things developed into this. Perhaps you perceived that instances would change the second Juyeon’s once flexible plans became too vague and secretive for you to comprehend. You were always aware that you were preparing to get down on one knee, your friends even spoiled the surprise just for you, but you simply weren’t eager and ready for it. You and Juyeon were too different. The moment you dropped Juyeon's trembling hand as you two danced the night away, you knew you never deserved any of this.
As you ran whilst having blurry eyesight due to tears streaming down your face, it caused you to fall down the stairs and leave you bleeding on the floor. You could barely recall being put inside an ambulance and merely regained consciousness after hours of being inside the hospital. 
Juyeon was beside you the entire time. Yet you couldn’t stand that, knowing he's the reason why you broke down in the first place.
After you got discharged from the hospital, you never spoke to Juyeon again. You started to disregard his phone calls, block his texts, and ignore the constant knock on your door because you know damn well that it’s Juyeon.
He doesn’t deserve this. He doesn’t deserve the life you're willing to offer.
But he’d rather be hurt by you over and over again than not having you at all.
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Six months had gone by.
If there’s one thing that you’ve learned during your healing, it was that your feelings were like waves. At a certain point, you realize that you’ve fully moved on and the waves have subsided, albeit the next thing you know the waves become rogue, and you’re sobbing with your head in your hands, missing what no longer was.
It’s raining. The continuous pour of water droplets reminded you of your uncontrollable tears during the last six months. You had this thought creating space inside your brain for it to wander around, it kept on asking how he was. And as if the Gods have heard your mind’s calling, a knock was heard from the door.
Looking through the peek hole, it’s as if your heart stopped beating once you saw the person on the other side.
Lee Juyeon.
You swore that if this was a dream, you’d never sleep again if it meant reminiscing or recreating distant memories. Trying to pinch yourself, you cursed over and over again, knowing for a fact that this is certainly not one of those reveries.
It took everything in you to get your trembling hand towards the doorknob and open it to reveal a drenched and intoxicated Juyeon. He reeked of alcohol—which you could already tell considering him holding a bottle in his right hand. You hated the smell, you hated that his wet figure casually made the floor of your patio slippery, but most importantly—you hated having him here.
“Why are you here, Juyeon?” You asked, surprising yourself that you did not stutter. Juyeon’s eyes met yours and stayed there, he didn't even dare to move an inch.
‘No. Not those eyes. Don’t give me those eyes.’ you thought.
“Can we please talk?” You let out a sigh. If you had a dollar every time you heard those four words during the last six months, you could probably buy yourself a car.
“Stop it. Stop hurting yourself.”
“I’m not,” He responded, but his state right now tells you otherwise.
He’s been visiting you almost every week in spite of you ignoring him. He’s been texting you nonstop. He’s been showing up just when you thought that you've finally gotten over him.
It’s hard to let go of the person you love, but it’s even harder to hold onto something that can no longer render love. The only constant thing in the world is change, it’s inevitable. Who knew that along with the seasons, your feelings would change too?
Six months ago, you were still happy with Juyeon. Six months ago, you were still in this fairytale-like romance that never failed to sweep you off your feet. You never knew that things would indeed change for the worse.
That one night, that one forethought. It all turned into something bigger than you could possibly visualize. As he got down on one knee, thoughts and notions began to consume your fragile mind, drowning you in a sea of overthinking.
His parents never liked you. You would often feel his mother’s cold gaze towards you during gatherings, and his father can’t even look you in the eye. No matter how many times he tried to persuade them, you know for a fact that they despise you.
They weren’t even there when he proposed.
Who knew that it all took you a small velvet jewelry box to conclude that Juyeon was exceedingly out of your league?
You could tell that his parents were glad—no, relieved that you ended things with Juyeon. And you know for a fact that during the last six months, they’ve been setting their son up with hyper-privileged women with rich-ass companies. They were nothing compared to you and the life you have. This made your stance even stronger because ending it all was probably for the best.
“Stop making it harder than it already is, Juyeon.”
“Just talk to me. Please. Just this once.” Those disconcerting brown eyes staring into yours.
Finally giving in, you let him inside your house. Aware that his clothes were still dripping, you rushed to your closet and grabbed the sweater that he gave you, the sweatpants that he left, and a towel.
Mentally cursing at yourself for still keeping his things, you handed it all to him and pointed towards the bathroom without saying a word.
“Thank you,” He muttered.
He placed his bottle of alcohol down your coffee table and directed himself inside the bathroom. You simply watched his statuesque figure as he closed the door. You let out an exasperated sigh, wondering what may happen.
As he got out, you couldn’t stop yourself from staring at him. He looked good, but his aura screamed in agony and despair. You could tell how much he’s been through. He sat beside you, but he wasn’t too close. You cleared your throat and moved a bit further from him.
“Can we talk now?” He asked. His voice sounded desperate, the way he said it sounded more like a plea rather than a question.
“Go on. We can talk until the rain stops,” You responded, simply staring out the window as rain came pouring down.
"Where did it all go wrong?" You turned your head to face him.
“Nothing went wrong, Ju—”
“No. Something did. We were happy, Y/n. It was us against the world.” He cut you off.
“That's the thing, Juyeon,” You stood up from the couch, still facing him. “We were against the world. No one liked me, Juyeon. Not even your family. That’s when I realized that maybe I was the problem. Hell, that's when I fucking realized that maybe I was too selfish. A selfish bitch that cared only about her own happiness when in fact you were exceedingly out of my league. We wouldn’t live a happy marriage even if we wanted to.”
“And you’d really let them define us?” This time Juyeon was the one who stood up to face you.
“I didn’t want to, Juyeon. But they made it so fucking hard for me! I could barely comprehend my thoughts whenever I was around them. They made me feel as if I did not have a place for you in your life. They made me feel as if I’m some kind of phase for you!”
“Y/n, do you know how hard it is for me to hear you cry yourself to sleep every night when we were together?”
Without realizing it, tears started streaming down your face. “It hurts me so damn much. I never cared about what people had to say regarding our relationship. I just focused on our happiness.” He continued.
“I did too. But it was all too much for me. They suffocated me too much just so I could let go of you. It made me realize a lot of things—that you deserve gold yet I was penniless. That you deserve flowers, but I can’t plant them even if my life depended on it.” You told him using nonsense metaphors to claim your case.
“There are so many more women who deserve you,”
“I don’t care about them, Y/n! I just want you in my life.”
“They’re better than me.”
“If it’s not you, then I don’t want it.”
You didn’t reply.
“I wanted to run away with you, Y/n. Run away to the life we both want without anyone telling us how to live our life.” You were too silent for his own liking, but he continued to talk.
“That night when I proposed, I expected you to say yes because I thought that you’d rather spend your life with me than break things off just ‘cause other people wanted us to.”
“I bought tickets, Y/n. I bought plane tickets to Paris. I remember you telling me how much you wanted to go there. I already pictured us there, getting married and starting our new life without suffocating ourselves in people’s demands.”
Saying that you were shocked by his revelation is an understatement. You never realized that he could’ve thought all of it through. You thought that you only kept your pain to yourself, when in fact Juyeon already had the plans for both of you secured.
“Y-You really did?”
“I did,” he moved closer to you. “But instead of a flight with you to Paris, all I had was a night train home all alone.”
You started to visualize it. An audible sigh escaped Juyeon’s lips as the sound of the train tracks echoed across his head, booking the night train might’ve somehow helped his repudiating state. He must’ve sat there alone, nothing but hurt and misery filling up his bones.
“I didn't know that.” You closed your eyes, not bearing to look at him.
“That's when I got a call from your mother, saying that you got in an accident,” You finally got the courage to look him directly in the eye without a teardrop falling down your cheek. Albeit, Juyeon’s eyes started to become teary. You felt bad. You felt guilty.
“I fell. I wasn’t thinking straight. I had the urge to run away and I did.”
“I was with you during your recovery. Your convalescent body made me weak. It made me think that I should’ve done more to avoid your overthinking. I should’ve reassured you more.”
You vividly remember how your mother went on and on about Juyeon’s stay with you while you were still confined at the hospital. She kept on telling you how Juyeon would never leave the room even if your mother told him to. Juyeon would sleep whilst sitting on the unstable plastic chair near your bed just in case you woke up.
You started to regret pushing him away the moment you regained consciousness. His frown clearly displayed devastation, but you were too caught up in your own emotions to grasp the importance of having him beside you.
“I should’ve told you I love you no matter what other people say.” Juyeon cupped your cheeks, you looked at him as the two of you continuously shed tears. You placed your hands on him, caressing them. He wiped away your tears and gave you a warm smile.
That smile. That benign curve between the corners of his lips gets you every single time.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for doubting us. I’m sorry for letting other people tell us otherwise.” You started apologizing nonstop. You could feel your eyes becoming puffy, and your cheeks becoming warm. You simply held Juyeon’s hands and looked at him, not leaving his gaze.
“Shh. I don’t blame you for feeling that way. Your feelings are valid. You are always valid. You shouldn’t change your ways just because they tell you to. You should distance yourself from people who make you feel as if you don’t deserve to be here.” all you can do now is smile. Although tears are still forming in your eyes, you now feel safe.
“You’re not hard to understand, Y/n.” Those simple words were enough to make your heart melt. Despite confusion still lingering, you could care less now that you're within Juyeon’s embrace.
Juyeon wiped your tears, he looked at you with so much love. As if the last six months have been nothing but a burden to him. As you started to conceptualize the future, you came to conclude that you don't need to do that. You realize that with Juyeon, you shouldn’t ponder over anything or anyone and simply focus on each other.
“We'll make it through together, okay? I promise.”
He brought you to the couch to sit down. He then grabbed the alcohol bottle he brought with him the moment he came and simply threw it in the bin. Juyeon has your house memorized from ceiling to floor, and he can easily tell that nothing has changed. He went to the kitchen to fetch you a glass of water and soon gave it to you as he sat down beside you.
Muttering a small “thank you”, you wiped your tears and smiled at him.
“Won't it be hard?” You asked, placing the glass down.
“What will?” He asked, fixing your hair as he tucked a strand behind your ear.
“Constantly trying to keep me reassured, me getting 'what ifs', and having a hard time coping up with everyone's say.”
Juyeon didn’t say anything yet, but he pulled you into an embrace. Playing with your hair, he started to talk, “Keeping you reassured isn’t a problem, you’re my responsibility. It’s my job to keep you assured. Just tell me all of your thoughts, alright? I’ll help you get through it.”
You released from the hug. Juyeon cupped your face and caressed it gently which made you melt in his touch.
“Can we take our time?” You asked. Juyeon gave you a reassuring nod and kissed you on the forehead.
“Always, baby.” the endearment made your heart flutter.
“Wanna order something?”Juyeon nodded, “You also need to get rid of your hangover.”
“Hey! I wasn’t drunk! I didn't even finish the bottle.” Juyeon protested which caused you to giggle. You missed this. You missed him a lot.
After ordering food, the both of you cuddled with your back facing his front as his arms held you close. It was all you ever wanted.
Perhaps it had to go like this. Perhaps the distance between the both of you for the last six months was all you two need in order to breathe and grow together. Perhaps you two were meant to break and fall back together again. Whatever it is, happiness is all you ever want.
And your happiness meant being with Juyeon regardless of the ridicule and hatred your relationship got from people surrounding the two of you.
“What if the rain stops now?” You joked, looking back at him.
“You won’t be able to get rid of me, baby. I’ll always be with you.”
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kimsohn · 11 months
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juyeon + calmly reassuring the other it’s okay when they drop a glass, gently checking their hands for any injury
stay . juyeon x gn!reader warnings . mentions of injury
you flick the light switch upward, turning on the dim lights in the foyer. the faint clicking of the clock signals that it's nearly three in the morning, but today you're not fast asleep like usual. instead, your mind runs heavy with littered thoughts and fast-paced memories that do everything but let you rest, and you pad toward the kitchen in resignation in hopes of seeking some form of solace.
however, instead of walking in to see the pristine marble countertops you'd always prided your apartment on, you notice the figure standing behind it. your initial reaction would be to scream at the stranger in your flat in the dead of night, but upon closer inspection, you realize it's your boyfriend, juyeon, drinking a cup of coffee while he scrolls on his phone.
"juyeon? what are you doing here?"
he doesn't startle at your voice, merely focusing his eyes on your tired and restless frame. you notice his bleary eyes and eyebags, and paired with the caffeine you assume he's had a long schedule and an even longer one to return to.
"your apartment was closer to the shoot so i came to pick up some coffee. i tried to be quiet and not wake you up, but i guess i failed," he whispers, scratching the back of his neck as if he was guilty.
juyeon frequents your place often like this, so often that you gave him a key to let himself inside whenever he needed to. you're used to his unexpected yet welcome presence by now, so seeing him in the kitchen doesn't scare you. if anything, you're just worried about the unhealthy schedules that bring him here at odd times in the first place.
"no, no, it's not your fault," you respond, walking toward him to plant your feet right in front of him, "i just couldn't sleep. i came to get a glass of water."
he takes a sip of coffee, and you watch his face morph into a frown. he reaches behind you to grab an empty glass, the wooden cabinet creaking open and shut to fill the empty silence.
"do you need me to stay with you? i have some time to kill before i go back to my shoot," he asks, filling the cup with some water.
embarrassment flits across your face at the thought of being so dependent on your boyfriend that you couldn't even sleep without him. juyeon grins at your expression, handing you the glass as a gesture to admit that you do in fact, need him by your side.
"yeah, i'd like that," you mutter, refusing to meet his eye as you take hold of the glass.
however, you seem to be too tired to function because you miscalculate the smoothness of the glass and watch it crash to the tile beneath you, the shards sprinkling into tiny pieces across the kitchen floor. responding quickly, juyeon carries you before you can step on the pieces, and you're lucky enough that juyeon moved quite some distance away from the shattering glass while you were too shocked to comprehend.
he places you on the kitchen counter, and the cool marble beneath you is a sharp contrast to the warmth of his fingers. he examines your fingers and then your feet to see if you have any shards lodged in your skin, but thanks to him and his fast reflexes, you're practically unharmed.
"you're okay, right? does it hurt anywhere? please let me know if you feel anything so i can take you to the hospital—"
"juyeon, love, i'm fine," you interrupt, grabbing onto his shoulders and forcing him to look at you, "thank you for helping me, otherwise i would've been seriously hurt. i'm sorry for dropping the glass in the first place. i'm just really out of it i guess—"
"hey, hey it's okay," he shushes you, grabbing onto your hands and squeezing them tight, "what matters now is that you didn't get hurt. if anything, this is just a sign to get you to bed sooner. i'll be right by your side, okay?"
you drink another glass of water, this time a steel cup, and watch your boyfriend clean up the glass pieces with a broom. as he dumps them in the trash, your heart swells with thankfulness at his mere presence and thoughtful nature. he was willing to protect you first before himself, and you feel yourself tingle with warmth.
as you settle into bed and juyeon tucks you in, you find yourself pulling at his arm to drag him alongside you. you know he can't be with you for long, but you plan to make use of your time in the best way possible: cuddling.
"thank you again," you whisper, cupping his face as he wraps his arm around your waist.
"don't thank me. it's my job to be here whenever you need me, whether it's saving you from a broken cup or tucking you into bed. i hope you know that even if i can't be here physically, i'll always be in your heart."
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kitschun · 1 month
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Summary: The infamous Hak's Garage, owned by well-respected technical expert Ju Haknyeon and financed by the retired underground drag racer Lee Sangyeon. Hak's Garage is an inconspicuous daytime automotive garage that offers your average vehicle tuning and modification. It's during the nighttime when the place starts to let loose and becomes the go-to spot for anyone and everyone who has an inkling of fascination for cars.
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A compilation of timestamps not necessarily meant to be precursors to the main storyline
Hak’s Garage — 12:45 AM Sunday
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woobly · 1 year
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MY FIRST AND LAST . . . 이주연 !
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PAIRING. secretary! juyeon x gn! reader GENRE. fluff, ceo ish au, implied childhood friends to lovers WARNINGS. none, kinda corny but when was i never WORD COUNT. 1k words
𓂋˚˖ A/N. for @svhnflwr’s next steps collab! the prompt i chose is being their plus one at an event. pls do check out the works by the other writers in the collab! i tried to make this follow the theme but my dumb ass matched it w/ a conflicting genre so i hope it still works 😭
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“AND SHE STEPPED ON THE BALL!”
“I did not!”
“Yes, you did!”
You chuckled as you stretched your cheeks into your nth smile of the night.
“They’re not going to stop bickering, are they,” you whispered as you tilted your body sideways, closer to Juyeon, who was seated to your right on the banquet table.
“No, I don’t think so, Ma’am,” he chuckled.
You turned your head slowly towards him, who was still watching your father’s friends tease each other. This wasn't the first time he addressed you formally in a place where he didn't have to. “Ju,”
Ripping his eyes off the other guests, he returned your gaze and took your hand from under the table. “Sorry. Old habits,” he smiled shyly, causing you to smile as well. 
With your other arm, you straightened your back a little to place your elbow upright on the table and your chin on your open hand. “Old habits? Wouldn’t that refer to all those nicknames you called me back in high school?”
He pressed his lips into a thin line and squinted his eyes while looking upwards as if he was thinking. “Technically, we’re at work, so I can’t just do that,”
“But this is a Christmas party,”
“A formal Christmas party for your father’s company that he is also hosting. The first one, might I add,” he corrected you.
You give up, sighing and pouting as you lightly squeeze his hand. Feeling the lack of sleep begin to sink in your body, you yawn as you turn your head so that your left ear is on your palm.
“Did you not sleep well last night?” Juyeon asked, voice laced with concern, as he rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb.
“After you fell asleep first on FaceTime, I stayed up for maybe another hour, so yeah, I slept well. For about three hours,” When you hear him sigh, you lightly chuckle and give him a lazy smile.
“We can leave right now. Only the dancing is left anyway, and I’m sure your father won’t mind,”
“Everyone’s still here, and you already want to leave?” He squeezes your hand and looks at you with a face that says ‘you know what I mean’. You chuckle again, quickly gracing your eyes over his suit and tie that accentuates his shoulders well. “Not when I put effort into picking a tux and styling your hair, you’re not,”
“I think I’ve had this on long enough,”
“No, I wanna see you like this longer,” you pouted, making him chuckle and look away. Even if you two have been friends ever since who knows when, things like still make him flustered, especially because it’s you.
Yawning once again, you slightly turned your body towards Juyeon and placed your arm on the table so that you could put your head on it like a pillow. Watching you get more comfortable in your new position, Juyeon mirrors what you were doing and did the same.
As time ticked by, your eyes were finally beginning to droop even with the loud music blaring. However, before your fatigue could get the best of you, Juyeon started playing with your fingers. Eyes opening lazily, you chuckle once you see how focused he was on your numbing fingers.
“You know what, let’s dance,” you announced, slowly getting up from your seat.
“I thought you were tired,”
“Yeah, but when did we ever actually dance at a party like this? We didn’t even dance during prom ‘cause we were a bunch of awkward teenagers,”
Finally getting convinced, Juyeon stands up and drags you toward the dance floor, where majority of the attendees have gone. 
“May I have this dance?” He placed his hand out in front of you, and you take it while miserably failing to hid your growing smile. He spins you around before placing his hands on your waist, to which you place yours over his shoulders.
From an outside perspective, you looked like you were in your own little bubble as if you were the only people present in the large hall. And in some ways, things did feel like that with Juyeon. Even if you were now both working adults, looking at him brings you back to when you used to walk each other to class, both in high school and college. Looking at him makes you feel like a child again, when the two of you would spend afternoons in the playground, free of all care and worry.
But at the same time, seeing him as he is now, especially in this moment with only the fairy lights shining on his features, will always be a new experience for you.  He’s no longer just the guy who followed you around school like a cat or your secretary in your father’s company. He’s standing before you as the man who you’ve entrusted your entire heart to, which you perhaps didn’t even realize you did until only recently.
And of course, he feels the same about you. Even if he’s seen you in your most embarrassing times, he still thinks that you are the definition of beauty in human form, that when you open the dictionary and look for the word ‘beauty’, there would be a photo of you under it. Although he spent months on end debating whether he should keep his feelings to himself and simply watch you from a step away or just come out with it and hopefully be the person who holds your hand while you both grew older together, he’s extremely glad he took the leap and did it.
Because in this moment, despite the loud music and energetic crowd, you feel safe and at peace.
Or maybe it was just your exhaustion taking over your body once again as you leaned on him while swaying together slowly, not caring about the eyes looking your way.
Whatever the case, you knew that despite all this time, you’re more than happy to continue your intertwined paths full of new firsts together with Juyeon, your first and hopefully, your last as well.
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ikeuverse · 2 years
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happily | juyeon
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bawdyboyz series: tbz as one direction songs
tbz!juyeon x fem!reader
gender: angst at start, fluff.
warnings: mention of alcohol, a slight discussion.
wc: 2758 words.
notes: my first story for juyeon and i dedicate it to my friend natalia. they complement each other in an incredible way and i wanted to bring something a little different than what we always said would be a relationship between the two of them. i hope you like it and, nath, don't kill me. i promise to make more stories about him for you!
✧ m.list ✧
Best friend in high school can mean, most of the time, first love in high school. Between you and Juyeon it would be no different. Best friends, first love for each other, first time in absolutely everything. It was like that until the end of high school where his family had to move to another country. He always said that he hated this instability of his father's job that had taken away a lot of important things from him - you were, without a doubt, one of those things - and Juyeon knew that keeping something away wasn't the same thing as always being close to you.
University. A year and a half without seeing him and not knowing anything else about him. For the anger – and a bit of childishness you later admitted – you felt that he had gone even though the boy wasn't to blame.
Lee Juyeon was back after two years away. He had changed, his hair longer and silkier and fluttering as the wind on campus beat against his face and consequently made the strands look messy. But even so, he was still handsome. And without having come to talk to you. Reason? Park Deokwan, your boyfriend of a few months.
Juyeon felt bile in his throat every time Jacob and Haknyeon talked about Deokwan and how they found you two. Your friends thought Juyeon might have gotten over you, he thought so too, but that's not what his heart said after seeing you at the first frat party after returning to that university.
You were always beautiful to him, you always left him with his heart racing and his eyes shining just at the sight of your body walking through the blinks of light in that room with the most beautiful clothes he had ever seen you wear. But why was Deokwan holding your hand? Why had he kissed you and you smiled at him? Why wasn't Juyeon there? He was hating to think of it that way, even more when you could see how happy you were. One thing he couldn't do.
“Hey man” Jacob carefully pushed his coffee cup towards Juyeon the day after the party “This will ease your hangover.”
“Thanks” Juyeon smiled and thanked him, drinking some of the dark, sugar-free liquid that made him instantly grimace “Really, Cobie?”
“Do you want glucose?” he smiled shyly seeing his friend agree “Or do you want something even stronger so you can forget about y/n?”
Juyeon was grateful for his instinct not to drink when Jacob started talking, or knew he'd have coffee on the table when he spit it out as soon as he heard him finish that sentence.
“Jacob Bae. Bae Joonyoung…”
"Don't call me that" the other guy defended himself "I'm just telling the truth" he shrugged his shoulders "And if it was a lie, you'd be more concerned with denying than scolding me."
Damn little friend shit, he thought as he finished his coffee. And as he faced that semester watching you and Deokwan in a romantic mood, coffee would be little to put up with all that thing he swore he couldn't.
“I can't still love her” Juyeon whimpered one Friday night, sitting on that lounge chair at his frat house listening to Sunwoo play the guitar.
“Anything is possible my friend” Eric raised his beer bottle in an imaginary toast and smiled “Just as there is a possibility that y/n is only with him now to make you jealous.”
"What?" Juyeon practically screamed. At that moment Sunwoo stopped running his fingers on the guitar string and stared at the two who were looking at each other without stopping.
“Eric, don't talk nonsense and don't give him false hope” Sunwoo tried to warn.
A bit of silence as the youngest sipped his beer, chuckling.
“Hey come on” he finished his drink in one gulp, leaning back from the porch frame and walking to the back door “Your relationship is gone, but my friendship with her has remained intact Lee. And you can be sure I know what I'm talking about.”
Eric really knew. He knew you liked Deokwan, but he was never able to fully surrender after Juyeon. Not that you didn't want to, you just couldn't be in someone's arms and thinking about your first – and only – love.
It was like a betrayal.
But Deokwan hadn't bonded with any of that, he barely knew about his past relationship with Juyeon. Just knew that he was from the circle of friends and that he was new to the university, and since Deokwan liked new friends, it was easy to invite Juyeon to almost every meeting and party. Even though you couldn't face him in most of them, but he was there. The cup in his hand and the rogue smile as he talked to everyone until his eyes met yours.
This was language without a single sound that you had to get out of there or something might happen. Something you've tried to hold on to until that moment.
“Y/n” his voice saying your name couldn't make your legs wobble so much. His heart almost popped out of his mouth and his fingers almost broke the cup of the beer bottle as he slowly closed the fridge door.
“Hi” you tried to look nonchalant with the fact that Juyeon was right there in the kitchen with you. Just the two of them at that party when he could be anywhere else.
“How long” not even he knew how to start a conversation, nervousness was evident as Juyeon ran his free hand through his hair in a failed attempt to hold your ground. Without even a sigh when you finally faced him.
"I think, well… I have to go."
“Are you going to stay with Deokwan? Right in front of me?” his footsteps stopped, simply lacking the strength in his legs to continue on his way out of the kitchen. Juyeon didn't know where so much courage came from saying all that.
Maybe it was the conversations with Eric where he assured you that your feelings for Deokwan were gone. You knew so, you just had no idea that your best friend had just told Lee Juyeon.
“What do you mean by that, Juyeon?” your voice was shaky, pure nervousness as your body swiveled to face the boy who hadn't moved a muscle since he walked into that kitchen.
"I wonder if he knows that I touched your skin" the first step toward you had been taken, you at least moved after he took another step. Juyeon didn't smile, eyes fixed on yours "If he knows you don't love him anymore" by now you knew Eric Sohn had his finger on it, knew he was the big culprit for almost all of Juyeon's courage. Just didn't know I'd be grateful for the next steps.
Juyeon's hand touched your face, the icy fingers made your entire skin tingle and eyes quickly closed as the boy brought his face closer. You should walk away, you should run away and say you couldn't do this.
But a completely drunk Jacob appeared there. The noise of cups falling from the kitchen counter made Juyeon startle along with you, both of you separating to see the other boy apologizing numerous times while looking at you and his friend.
“Shit, I got in your way” he grumbled “Eric and Sunwoo are going to kill me for this, sorry!”
So they told you something, you thought. It could only be since Juyeon knew you didn't love Deokwan. But the question wasn't even that, and yes, how? How could he know something so personal that you had only told – obviously – Sunwoo and Eric.
"I just came to drop off these cups that were scattered in the hallway and—" Jacob looked around trying to find another excuse that wouldn't embarrass him so much for getting in the way of you and Juyeon, but he just couldn't. His drunken brain didn't help him much either.
“How about we get out of here to make Cobie more comfortable?” Juyeon's voice was like a whisper and you wondered how you heard with all that loud music and screaming inside the house. It was clear as daylight because he was still close enough to you.
Your brain wanted to scream no, you really wanted to deny that request, but found yourself with your hand clasped in his as Juyeon walked you out of that party. None of your friends objected to seeing you go out with him, not least because they knew you needed it. Even you knew, you just didn't want to admit to yourself that Lee Juyeon's return had stirred your insides so much.
"What? Where do you think we're going?” finally your voice came out after a while, your hand let go of Juyeon's as he stopped beside his own car. The keys between his fingers and his gaze lingering on you as he interspersed nervous figure and the car that had been unlocked by the alarm.
"To a quieter place, maybe" he shrugged as if that was the most normal thing in the world.
“You're unbelievable” your laugh was a mixture of desperation, nervousness and, who knows, a little nostalgia.
"Why?" Juyeon didn't move, his eyes always fixed on you and the keys still playing in his fingers as his voice became more serious “Are you afraid to be seen with me, y/n? Are you afraid he'll see you here?” you didn't know how to answer that and that's what was scaring you the most. Juyeon then decided to approach, his steps slowly towards you and stopping right in front of you. Now his hands hovered at his sides.
“I know I have no right to say anything…”
"And do not have. Because you left” was a scrap of courage inside you that needed to say that. All that time repressing a conversation around Juyeon's return was happening in the most random way, but you needed to enjoy “You literally went to another country and come back like nothing happened, Juyeon. And I hate you so much for messing with me it's like you never left.”
"Y/n…"
“I don't love Deokwan anymore, that's true” you sighed trying not to cry at that moment. A lot of things inside you happening and crying was the only way out, but maybe after he was no longer in front of you "But it's true that I also hate you for coming back and acting this way."
Walking away from him like that had been more painful than the first time.
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Two weeks locked inside your room and living on fast food and TV movies. Your friends understood and none of them forced you to leave the room, even if the attempts were daily. You were grateful that exam week had passed, or you would have to go to campus, and sure enough, the risk of bumping into Juyeon would be much greater.
In there you were safe. Or at least you thought so.
“Come back here!” the shouts from downstairs were so normal to you if it weren't for the male voice retorting as the footsteps on the stairs became steady and louder.
“I promise it will be quick” it wasn't possible that Juyeon was there, inside your frat house.
“Juyeon, she's not…” your friend's voice trailed off as he opened the door. You, even hearing everything, jumped in fright as you stared at the worried look of the boy in front of you along with the scared look of your friend.
"I tried" she pouted, quickly slapping his arm "Get out, let's go."
"I-"
“You can leave it here” you said.
"Really?" your friend and Juyeon asked at the same time, both in disbelief thinking you would say otherwise, but no. If he was there for something important, then you had to listen to him even if it was the last thing you did.
“I'll be downstairs if you need it” your friend directed a loving look at you, looking now at Juyeon “Hyunjae left his hockey stick here, anything I run upstairs and I won't be afraid to use it.”
She closed the door right away.
“Always so loved” Juyeon smiled awkwardly after a while, getting the first heartfelt laugh out of you.
So… It was the word that always started when the mood started to get uncomfortable, or when neither of them knew what to say. But not for Juyeon. He really had come with a purpose and he vehemently hoped to fulfill it.
“We were meant to be, y/n” you had to hold back your reaction at all costs, but that had taken you by surprise. Juyeon was convinced of what he said as he approached his bed “but a twist of fate made it so you had to walk away, and I know I'm guilty of never having tried anything.”
“Juyeon.”
"I love you" he stopped his footsteps when he got close enough "I've never stopped thinking about how much I've loved you since the first day I saw you walking into that high school" a low sigh escaped his lips, his nose burning as the memory was hit hard "Those glasses that molded your whole face, your cheeks rosy with shame because you thought you had entered the wrong room…"
“I got nervous” you pouted and laughed too, it wasn't painful to remember your first day of school. Because besides Juyeon, you met most of your friends that day.
“You made my heart flutter in a ridiculously cute way” his gaze was so bright you knew at that moment Juyeon was about to cry. You got out of bed to go around the furniture little by little, enough for him to continue talking without getting so nervous "And it hasn't stopped happening."
"You were ashamed to say that" his voice came out as a whisper at that moment.
"I don't care what people say when we're together" trying not to invade your personal space, Juyeon reached up to touch his hand. And in surprise, you intertwined your fingers to hold his hand infinitely bigger than yours "I only care what it's going to be like from now on with the two of us."
Us. You knew that it had never ceased to exist. Deep down, you knew that your heart was always with Juyeon even if it wasn't by your side. And from those lines and everything he had shown, you were absolutely sure of reciprocity.
With your free hand, you touched his face and like almost instantly, Juyeon bent down enough to be with your face at the same height as his.
"Can I kiss you?" Juyeon interspersed his gaze between your eyes and your mouth, the smile slightly crooked as you nodded.
Feeling his lips again was like riding a wave of happiness where you took your serotonin fuel. The way it all fell into place while that kiss was loaded with longing and feelings neither of you could – or would – say out loud. It was just made to feel and you knew how lucky you were to feel it for each other.
Distancing yourself at that moment was only because you needed air in your lungs, because neither of you intended to end that kiss.
“You know,” Juyeon took a breath after a few seconds without kissing you, eyes still closed and his forehead pressed against yours. That quickened breath slowly calming down along with your “I just want it to be you and I forever.”
"Do you want?" he nodded without a single moment's hesitation, you opened your eyes to see him nibble his bottom lip reddened by the recent kiss.
"I've lost a lot by your side and I don't intend to lose it again."
"Juyeon, we…"
"I know you want to leave, I know this sounds crazy because we need to talk and I just walked up to your room just like that” you laughed at how he stumbled over his own words, but that was really true. And not to mention that most likely his friends were pining downstairs hoping that everything would work out somehow “But I want to make it work and I don't intend to go anywhere without you this time.”
“What do you mean by that, Lee Juyeon?”
And with the brightest smile that ever warmed your heart, he leaned in again to kiss your lips and whisper the sweetest words.
“Baby be with me so happily.”
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juyeoniemyhoney · 2 years
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the proposition
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When your father shows up drunk and ruins your family's early Christmas dinner, you and Juyeon haste away. Your impromptu plan to spend more time with Juyeon fails, you bear your ugly sides to him, and Juyeon learns just what it means to have a family like yours. And along the way, Juyeon makes an eyebrow-raising business proposal that you just can't help but agree to.
pairing: lee juyeon x reader
genre: ANGST; fluff; a lil pining because don't we all just love pining; juyeon is a sweetheart as always
warnings: mentions of emotional and verbal abuse!! ; mentions of drunkenness/being drunk ; daddy issues riding high i see ; a lot of self-deprecating humour ; mentions of wanting to get hit by a truck (its just a metaphor)
word count: 4791 words
A/N: ok i actually finished this like two weeks after i posted the last part but my sworn enemy is editing so this took ten million years longer than it was supposed to. also i literally change writing style every paragraph because im crazy so im sorry. ily guys and im so sorry i always make you guys wait but i hope hope hope that it's worth it for u guys. love you guys always and stay safe!!
read the other parts of rent a boyfie -> here!
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"What was that sound?" your mother drawls from the kitchen. You hear the shuffling of her bedroom slippers as she makes her way towards yours and Juyeon's stunned forms. Your siblings and grandparents don't pay you any mind and continue to take their places at the table, assuming that the ruckus was just because one of you had dropped something. It is worse. Much worse.
From your view, Juyeon's shoulders seem to relax ever so slightly when he realises that the man who had stumbled his way into your childhood home wasn't a random drunk man but your father. But then, he realises that it's your father and he's drunk, and Juyeon is on high alert all over again. He continues to hold your hand as he hides you behind his broad body, the grip he has on your hand vice-like and so telling of how he is feeling; scared, unsure, shocked. You feel the same. He squeezes your hand and you squeeze back.
"Y/N? What's wrong?" your mother asks with a frown. She quickens her pace when you turn to her and she sees a slight glint of fear flash in your eyes. When she turns the corner, your mother seems to heave out a sigh of relief. What she is relieved about, you are unsure.
"I'm sorry you have to see this, Juyeon," your mother mumbles as she rushes to help your father off the floor. But as soon as she takes hold of his upper arm, your father shrugs her off, barking, "I can help myself up!"
You wince at the volume of his voice and Juyeon lets go of your hand to help your father too. You stay rooted in your spot, not wanting to go anywhere near your father. Now, let's not misunderstand here; he's never hit you or any of your siblings, neither has he laid a hand on your mother. You just hate how he always raises his voice, how he always finds something to be angry at, how you are always somehow the reason behind his anger. Your father is strict and absolutely unaccepting of nonsense or any of that sort. He used to scold you for asking questions and for getting in his way. He used to scold you for everything. And because everything was a reason for him to raise his voice, you kept quiet, never asked questions, learned about everything yourself. You dealt with your own problems and didn't share anything with him.
Ever since you left for university, this stifled part of you start to speak up, started to heal and you realised that everyone is not your father and because he wasn't around you all the time anymore, you could say and do and ask whatever you wanted. But now that he is here, angry and raising his voice, it is like an invisible switch at the back of your neck flipped on and you've become that robot that you were your entire childhood, speaking only when spoken to, moving only when told too, helping only when asked to.
The bad memories come back in droves and your heartbeat picks up as you remember and instinctively reach out to hold Juyeon back, to get him to stay as far away from your father as you can, lest he go through what you endured for years. But your fingers miss his shirt by a hair and Juyeon is bending down to help your father up from his keeled over position.
"Sir, are you okay?" Juyeon asks as he hesitatingly ghosts your father's arm, not helping him up in any way. Instead, your father manages to get to his feet and lift himself up in his inebriation. Juyeon follows him, hands held out as he too draws to his full height, ready to catch your father if he keels over again.
"Who the fuck are you?" your father bombards when he finally notices Juyeon. Juyeon pauses for a moment, a little stunned, before he takes a step back and bows.
"My name is Lee Juyeon and I am Y/N's boyfriend," he states in a loud unwavering voice, standing up straighter than a ruler after his bow. If someone heard this without any context, they might think that this were the military and Juyeon had started dating his superior's daughter. You suppose this isn't that far off, seeing how your father has always been the dictator of your household, ruling over you, your mother and your siblings with an iron fist.
"You're dating Y/N?"
"Yes, Sir," Juyeon replies without a moment's hesitation. It makes your neck feel hot.
"Good luck," your father says with a sarcastic laugh. The laugh is loud and fake as he takes his hand off the shoe cabinet to hold his stomach, causing him to slightly lose his balance. You feel yourself get sick to the stomach, bile rising up in your throat because you know, you know that he's going to say something about you, something to throw Juyeon off, something to make him rethink your entire relationship. Even though you know that it is fake, it's stripping to know that with the next sentence, he will know what your father truly thinks about you.
"Between you and me," your father begins, leaning in as if he is whispering a secret to Juyeon. His voice is still loud and you cannot bear to hear it. You know it will be a dig on you. You have always been your father's least favourite child, and with his next words, Juyeon will know why.
One difference between your child self and you now is that, perhaps you are bolder, more sturdy in your self beliefs, more intolerable of being put down. You used to sit through and listen to all the reasons why your father thought of you as the inferior child. You thought you were being smart, facing your problems head on instead of running away. Well, with age comes wisdom and you have finally learned that sometimes, running away is so much better than staying to deal with shit that's way beneath you. And that's when your mind finally re-enters your body and you unfreeze, making your way past your mother, past Juyeon, past your father, hastily shoving on your shoes and flinging open the door.
Before you leave, you hear your father continue, saying, "out of all her siblings—" but it is cut off when you slam the door. Without any hesitation, you make your way off the porch with nothing. No phone, no money, no jacket. But it doesn't matter. You have to get away or you'll do something. You know that you would've done something to your father if you stayed a listened.
The sun is still making its descent, leaving just a sliver of natural light left in the sky. Other than that, you allow the street lamps to guide you down the pavement, passing the houses until you get to the end of the street, turning into the small clearing that leads to the park nearby. You don't realise you are crying until you feel your cheeks begin to sting, the tears freezing as soon as they leave your tear ducts.
"Y/N!" you hear Juyeon yell behind you. You quicken your footsteps, hoping that you can disappear in the park before he sees you. You're happy that he has the decency to come for you but at the same time, you have no idea if he is doing this out of his own will or to put up an act because it would be suspicious if he didn't run after you. Not to mention how embarrassing that was. You brought Juyeon as your fake boyfriend but then your father comes home drunk and decides to tell him what he thinks of you as a warning sign, to stop Juyeon from dating you when he isn't even your boyfriend in the first place. God, you feel beyond pathetic.
And to make it even more embarrassing, you severely underestimate the power of Juyeon's long legs because in no time, he has caught up with you, stopping you with a hand on your shoulder.
"Stop, Juyeon—" you start to protest but before you know it, at the speed of light, Juyeon drapes your coat over your shoulders, turns you around by your shoulders and pulls you right into his chest, arms wrapping around your upper back. Everything stops, time, your heart, your lungs, your brain, all utterly unsure what on earth to do.
Cry, your brain supplies and for some reason, your body listens and you begin to wail. Your arms come up to hug Juyeon at his waist and he is so warm and he smells so nice and his palm on your back feels so comforting, and you just let go.
"I know," Juyeon coos, lifting one of his hands to stroke your hair, chin resting on top of your head as you continue to sob into his shirt. "It's okay, Y/N."
"What did he say?" you ask in between sobs, hands bunching up the fabric of his coat in your fists. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, but you don't know why it does. You thought you'd grown immune to this, to your father's sharp tongue, to his anger, to his piercing words. You guess not.
"I don't know," Juyeon says softly into your hair. "I left before he could say anything."
God, does your heart burn. There's an inferno in your chest and your lungs constrict in a panic, trying to curl into itself, making itself smaller to get as far away from the licking flames. Your breaths come out in harsh gasps and the part of Juyeon's shirt that comes into contact with your face is soaked in your tears, the fabric sticking uncomfortably to the harsh angles of his chest.
The two of you stay this way for a while, Juyeon patiently allowing you to air out your grievances and cry your heart out about any and everything under the sun. He listens to your endless rambling quietly, your anger shifting to things that are completely unrelated to the matter at hand, like when you suddenly started ranting about a senior doctor at your hospital who doesn't allow you to do anything, hence why you are not learning. Juyeon just continues to stroke your hair, letting out gentle hums of acknowledgement, his other hand patting a slow, gentle rhythm onto your arm.
Eventually, you run out of things to be angry about and stop crying, leaving the two of you in a soft silence. And that's when you realise how Juyeon feels in your arms; how you feel in his. Your grip on his coat eases and you turn your face away from his chest, your ear now resting against his pec. You can hear his heartbeat and feel his chest rise and fall with each breath he takes in, your head rising and falling in tandem with his lungs.
"Y/N?" you feel rather than hear Juyeon say.
"Yeah?"
"All good?" he asks, hands moving to your shoulders to break the hug. You acquiesce and pull away from his chest, your heart lamenting the lack of his warmth. But the gentle gaze he levels you with quietens its whines.
Your eyes lower when you can no longer hold Juyeon's gaze, heart beginning to pump fire in your veins. Now that Juyeon is looking at you, you feel kind of embarrassed. You must look like a mess right now, and in a very lame attempt to make things better, you wipe the dried tears from your cheeks and smooth down the back of your hair.
Now that Juyeon's warmth no longer permeates your skin, goosebumps rise on your forearms and you hastily slot your arms into your coat. Juyeon remains silent as he guides your hands to the sleeves and helps to zip it all the way up to your chin. You look up to survey Juyeon's expression but before your eyes can make it to his face, the wet patch of tears you left on his shirt catches your eye first.
"Sorry," you mumble, covering your palm with your sleeve and lifting it to wipe at his shirt, like it would make a difference. Your cheeks burn in embarrassment because there definitely is snot mixed in with those tears and that is so disgusting. If you were Juyeon, you would have ran for the hills.
But very evidently, Juyeon is not you and instead of running away, he just smiles and dismisses it like it's nothing as he zips up his jacket and shoves his hands in his pockets.
A silence stretches on as the two of you look at each other, both unsure of what to say next. You don't know if you should thank Juyeon or apologise and Juyeon doesn't know if he should say something encouraging. And all this results in your silent observing.
"You ready to go?" Juyeon eventually asks, breaking your eye contact and the silence. Without questioning anything, you nod and start to walk back to the house, Juyeon falling into step next to you. And when the two of you reach Juyeon's car he instructs you to wait inside as he grabs your things. You obey without protesting, allowing yourself to sink into the gradually warming leather seats.
It feels kind of weird. You feel kind of weird. Especially about your relationship with Juyeon. You hadn't really expected him to run after you but now that he has, you don't really know what to feel. I suppose you do feel grateful, after all, he did comfort you and he gave you a big hug that was really warm and made your body grow a flower forest in your stomach. You realise the two of you are more friends than anything. And it's just peculiar because of the way you met. Because you were desperate and stupid and he...
You begin to realise that you don't really know a lot about Juyeon. You know about him dropping out of college and his mother's health condition and how his dad left. But you don't really know why he decided to start this business in the first place, how and why it came about and what made him continue it.
You don't know anything about his habits and his other family, if he has siblings or if he's had to deal with all of his parental problems alone. And you suppose you do want to know about his living conditions, if that weird shophouse you first met him in was actually his house or just his base of operations, if he lives with his friends or alone.
The car door opens and your wandering mind halts. Juyeon places your bag on your lap gently and haphazardly throws his coat to the backseat. Then, he puts the gearshift in reverse and gets the two of you the hell out of there.
The silence is palpable and you get deja vu all over again. And usually, deja vu is weird for you and you don't ever want to get it again. But you suppose you do want to get deja vu again if it means you get to spend more time with Juyeon. Yikes, did you actually just think that?
"You okay?" Juyeon asks after a while. He glances at you out of the corner of his eyes, gaze quickly returning to the road though there aren't too many cars out where you are now. You nod, realise he didn't see and let out a grunt that you meant to be a hum. Well that was embarrassing. But at this point, what side of you hasn't Juyeon seen?
"How did you start this business of yours?"
Juyeon lets out an amused laugh, glancing at you with raised eyebrows and a look in eyes as if to say 'seriously?'.
"What?"
"How did you come to begin this whole fake dating business. I've always been really curious about this," you explain to him, sinking further into your seat as you await his answer.
"Well," Juyeon starts, taking another quick glance at you. "It started in florist school. I made friends with a lot of girls because, well, there were only a few other guys."
Juyeon pauses to see if you're listening and is surprised to see you already looking at him with wide, curious eyes. He whips his head back to the road and gulps. Had your eyes always been that big?
"Anyway, towards the end of my first year there one of my friends asked if I would pretend to be her boyfriend during winter break. She said she would pay me and I needed the money so I agreed."
Juyeon has a really nice nose, you note. It's really straight and pointy and you wonder how it would feel like against yours, or pressed to your cheek or against the skin on your neck. And from the side, his eyes are really pretty. His eyes are always pretty but from the side you can see just how long his eyelashes are. It's unfair how long they are. Gosh, you wish your eyelashes were at least half the length of his. The best things are always wasted on men.
"Y/N?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you hungry? We can stop by and get something to eat if you are," Juyeon says and that's when you realise you missed the ending of Juyeon's story because you were far too busy being jealous of his long eyelashes. You sulk internally, having been genuinely curious about the nature of his business but do not ask him to repeat. Just in case he asks why you weren't listening.
"Are you sure you aren't the one who's hungry?" you tease.
Juyeon laughs and but laments, saying, "Okay, fine. Let's say I'm the one who's hungry but when I get food, you can't have any."
"Hey!" you say, trying to sound offended and hurt but the amused smile on your lips says otherwise and your heart lifts when you see that Juyeon has the exact same smile in the curve of his lips.
Gosh, you could look at him smile forever.
Your brain takes a second to process your unbelievably loud thoughts. Okay, so, you are totally in love with Juyeon. And you have totally been avoiding admitting this out loud but technically, this isn't out loud. You're just coming to terms with it. And that's okay as long as Juyeon does not find out. He cannot find out. Because that is so unprofessional of you and Juyeon would definitely be uncomfortable because of that. And if he rejects you, it'll totally be awkward and your relationship is already so fragile and shallow, you professing your feelings and being rejected like a loser would definitely not help your relationship at all. And then, you'll never see Juyeon ever again because you don't want to look for him and burden him with your feelings and make him even more uncomfortable.
Yeah, so all you have to do is not say or do anything that'll give you away. Which is easy. You work in a hospital with patients and other people who have pissed you off more than once and you have very much wanted to give a piece of your mind to. But you've always kept your cool and haven't had a single conflict.
Except that's different. Liking someone is a lot different. Because you've hated almost everything your entire life and have grown to keep the hate internalised, to not disturb other people with you malice. But this feeling for Juyeon, this— dare you say— love, seems to be bursting from you, like you cannot contain it. And well, you can't. You can't contain it in the slightest.
"Juyeon, do you want to be my boyfriend?" you find yourself blurting before you realise. God, that came out like a burp you couldn't help. Your mother has always told you that you don't think before you speak and you now know why.
It's almost comical the way Juyeon's gaze snaps to yours. Your brain supplies the 'dun dun dun' sound effect and in the night sky behind Juyeon's head, you imagine lightning striking across the sky like impending doom. If this were a different situation, you would be laughing in his face by now. Unfortunately, you are stuck in this situation and your brain fumbles and trips over itself to come up with a suitable reason as to your stupid and surprising question. God, you are an idiot.
In the meantime, you try to buy yourself some time.
"Juyeon, the road!" you cry.
What about the road? It is flat and made with tar and also completely empty. There is not a single car in sight to put the two of you in danger. But you have to do it. You have to give Juyeon a heart attack to save your own skin. Sorry, Juyeon.
Your little fib works and Juyeon's wide, surprised eyes flick back to the road in panic, steadying the the wheel so that the car is in the middle of the lane again. But it doesn't last long and though Juyeon isn't staring at you in pure and utter disbelief anymore, he is taking those periodic glances at you again, switching from you and the road every other second, even more often than just now.
Your brain begins to shut down from overwork and you internally implore it to please think of something, anything for you to say. You imagine yourself on your knees, hands clasped together in prayer, tears streaming down your face as you plead your brain to get it's goddamned shit together.
"What did you say– you want me to be your boyfriend?" Juyeon asks again. You watch his adam's apple bob harshly as he gulps. You wonder if it's because he's nervous or because he does not want to be in this car with you anymore. You pray that it's the former.
You stay silent for a while, allowing your brain one last chance to redeem itself before you start thinking with your heart and surrender to confessing your feelings to Juyeon.
And apparently, begging and last chances work because your brain comes up with arguably the best idea ever.
"Yeah, like I'll, uh, book? Yeah, I'll book you for like a month and we just say that we're dating and then break up after, you know? Like the movie Pretty Woman."
Your sentence is met with silence and you begin to panic slightly. You sort of forgot that Juyeon can reject jobs. A very big detail that you probably shouldn't have missed out but at least, you're not confessing your feelings out of nowhere. Yeah, this is undisputedly better than just now. If you continue saying it, you'll speak it into existence. That's what your mother always says. You pray to god that she's right.
"I mean, of course, I'll pay you and you know it's not exactly like Pretty Woman. I mean, you're not a prostitute and I'm not this super-rich businessman. And the ending! The ending doesn't have to be the same unless, of course, you want it to be. If that's the case, I mean I don't really mind. But if you're uncomfortable then it's totally fine, you don't have to say yes," you ramble on, words coming out faster than you can think, like an endless stream of absolute bull crap had been accumulating in you and your body chose this exact moment to let it all out in the form of embarrassing word vomit. God, you wish you would shut up. You wish to get out of this car even more, so that you can hit your head against something really hard, preferably a truck.
"Be your boyfriend for a month?" Juyeon finally speaks up, looking at you with his stupidly big, sparkly eyes for a second longer than you deem comfortable for your lovesick heart. You are distracted again, Juyeon's eyes too pretty and gosh, his eyelashes are going to be the death of you.
Your brain taps you on your shoulder, saying, Hello? Answer him, bozo!
You snap out of it and smile tightly. "Yeah, just by word of mouth. You get me? So that I can say that I have a boyfriend and have proof, even if it's a lie."
Juyeon falls silent again and you find yourself scrambling to find words to convince him. You feel a little pathetic, having to convince Juyeon to be your fake boyfriend and not even your real one for an extended period of time. You wonder what would have happened if you hadn't thought about that excuse and had confessed instead. You shudder just thinking about it.
"And if I just told my mother we broke up, she would just be bothering me and trying to set me up with her friends' sons. I really don't want that to happen again. So, it'll be a win-win. You'll get money and I can use you as my scapegoat of sorts. Unless, of course, you don't wanna do it and you think it's a waste of time, then I totally understand."
Juyeon remains in thought and you hush yourself, trying your best to keep the word vomit in. You have run out of reasons to convince him further and now the decision falls entirely onto his shoulders. You'll be okay if he says no; you'll just come up with excuses if your mother chooses to pry about you and Juyeon. But you hope to god he says yes.
"Okay, but let's make it three months instead," Juyeon finally says.
Eh?
You freeze and you begin to break out into the most intense sweat in your life. Three months? You do not have the money to buy Juyeon's time for three months. You barely even have the money to pay him for a month. You were beginning to feel like a genius but now you feel like the biggest idiot. So, this is why people just confess their feelings instead of coming up with elaborate plans to spend time with the person they like. Yep, you are dumb.
"Three months?" you stutter out. You can visibly see the amounts being deducted from your bank account in front of you, the numbers falling and falling with each day of said three months passing by. You almost faint as the calculations continue in your brain.
"Yeah, but you don't have to pay me," Juyeon says. And the sweat stops immediately. You feel less lightheaded and you perk up in your seat. What a nice thing for someone to say. You think you may love Juyeon more now.
"I'm fine to do it but I'd feel bad if I don't pay you," you say slowly, turning to look at his side profile again. My wallet won't feel bad, you think but regret immediately, chastising yourself for being a cheap person when Juyeon has already done so much for you. Your guilt washes away, however, when he sends you a sweet smile, eyes creasing so prettily you almost lean over the centre console to kiss him. You really are the worst human being.
"I would benefit from this too even if you didn't pay me so it's okay," Juyeon supplies the briefest and most boring explanation. You continue to stare at him with curious eyes and he folds with one glance at your imploring eyes.
"Remember Iris?"
You nod.
"She's been sort of in love with me since florist school. She hasn't said anything but I can feel it and if I told her I have a girlfriend," he pauses to tilt his head in your direction, linking you and girlfriend. Your heart does some sort of flip. "then, maybe she would kind of get the idea."
You nod in understanding. But you laugh sardonically in your head, wondering if Juyeon would take to this method to ward you off once the three months wear off and your love for him begins ooze from your every orifice, your every pore, your body no longer able to contain this love, filling you like helium fills a balloon, a feeling that makes you feel featherlight and like you're floating. You wonder, you wonder, you wonder.
"Plus, my relatives are kind of hounding me to get into a relationship too. Something about finding someone to recharge and whatnot."
You smile a secret smile and hold out your hand for Juyeon to shake.
"Partners?"
Juyeon glances at you out of the corner of his eye again, gaze shifting from your own to your hand. He smiles and one of his hands leaves the wheel to take your hand in his, shaking it firmly. Your heart does a backhand spring in your ribcage when the rough, warm pad of Juyeon's palm meets yours.
"Partners."
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jumengz · 1 year
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math and love ;lee juyeon>
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math was really a wreck ball for you, you never understood it, but soon enough, who knew would soon be a turn over with the help of juyeon; quiet, smart, mean and couldn't be bothered about anyone but he is such a heart throbber, why must such a jerk be so pretty?
math.. it was the most dreading 3 hours of your day, you, barely awake, woken up by your name called out by your teacher. you quickly stood up full of anticipation you actually studied for this exam so it made you more excited expecting a good results. your results... disappointed you so badly but why? you studied for long hours for this exam though.. you slumped your shoulders as your math teacher gave you that look, she wanted to talk to you, "i think you really need some help.. your results gets worse each time. meet me after class" shitty was what you felt it was so annoying, you never understood math and now really proves math is really not your subject.
the bell rang, i slowly picked my bag to look for your math teacher. you entered her classroom, but she wasnt the only one there, beside her was a tall, black haired, well put upped; lee juyeon. what the hell. you didnt even want to take a step closer anything with juyeon would be hell, he was mean to everyone and so selfish. "there you are! i think i found your way to ace this class" your math teacher said with a wide smile on her face pointing to juyeon "your new tutor!", he just looked at you with no reaction. "oh please, he barely even shares his notes, your asking him to teach me now?" you said full of disgust "i dont think so, he was the one that actually proposed this idea to me juyeon is such a gem!" you stood there mouth agape, in disbelief as you swallowed her words, you looked up to see juyeon looking right in your eyes pricking up a grin 'nah bruh..' you thought.
well you still had to suck it up, but you still couldn't believe it even at the fact that your walking to his house together now to start your first session "so, let me guess you dont study at all?" juyeon said raising his eyebrows, oh that made you little angry, "hey! i actually did! really hard! i just cant get math, math hates me i hate math" you said juyeon just looked at you admiring you, it was just juyeon but come to look at him hes actually really pretty. reality hits when you took a step into his room, math... again. "so what is so difficult for you" he said that with his head leaning on his right hand staring right into your eyes, "i dont know..." you replied he just chuckled showing his pearly whites. after sometime, we finally got somewhere to start, honestly i dont know why but for the first time i actually understood math a lot better it was unbelievable.
you tried doing the question but at the corner of your eyes you kept looking at him, but he was already staring deep at you, you quickly looked away with your rosy cheeked, cursing yourself, then juyeon let out a laugh "was that worth a laugh?" you yelped "it was pretty cute" juyeon laughed pinching your cheeks, that made your heart race so fast "why am i acting like this?" you quietly thought. it was dark already and you were getting alot tired, you kept dozing off and waking up until you really felt off and slept while juyeon went to go get water for you, he came back to you sleeping on his table, he quietly took tiny steps back to his seat infront of you, placing the water gently on the table, he looked at you, adrenaline rush came it was full of love, he reached out his hands and tucked your hair behind your ear "your so cute fuck" he cursed he went closer to you feeling the warmth between the two of you.
juyeon fully laid beside you with both your heads on the tables, you slowly opened your eyes only to see juyeons perfects face causing you to react and the cup of water spilled all over you "shit" you let out juyeon quickly picked up the cup, getting a cloth to dry your shirt he quickly went to his closet to bring out a hoodie "its abit big but wear this, i dont want you falling sick" he said with a concerning voice. coming out of the toilet with his clothes, why have you not ever notice how juyeon was such a sweet person it made you fold for him much more, you have never seen this side of him before you were only used to the juyeon that gave people looks ,selfish, never shared any notes with anyone. juyeon keep his eyes as you walked over to him "sorry.." you said he just nodded his head he was too busy looking at his clothes on you "my clothes look even better on you, you worked really hard today, and honestly i had a hard time trying to keep my feeling kept but fuck your so loveable, i may be a jerk to everyone but honestly i would do anything for you it kills me to just see you and i would be too scared to approach you, i really like you" you just stood there "what the fuck" was the shit you thought i never imagined this but honestly i loved him so much more today, you walked to him, heat generating in you as you leaned to him and you placed your lips on his, he took it and embraced it, the warmth filled the room, breaking the kiss juyeon chuckled "stay with me tonight and forever please"
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juyeonschoice · 2 years
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The New Guy - Lee Juyeon
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pairing: Lee Juyeon x female reader synopsis : You remembered clearly, though, when your pacific daily life at the office started to crumble. There was some gossip between your coworkers that a new - male - worker was transferred to your office building from a researching branch in a smaller city, he was super accomplished at his job, and far more successful than every person his age in the company. He, being a treasure, had to work at the heart of the company, two levels above your department's office. The gossiping, though, was not going around because of how great of a professional this guy was, or how he could help the company to grow - it was because he was hot.
genre: tbh i dont know !!! thats defo romance but is not cute nor hot is just a story lol
word count: 1.8K
author’s note: if this is kinda vague, thats because its based on a dream i had months ago and i just can’t get out of my head, it was the first time i dreamed this clearly with Juyeon and it meant a lot to me :( 
(i had a few ideas for a continuation of this so tell me if you’d like to)
You really liked your job. It was a corporate job, but it was not boring how people picture it in movies and TV shows. You enjoyed sitting at your desk, decorated to your linking with all your pens, some photos of you and your friends and cute things you’ve put there so your workspace could look a little bit more like you. You liked your coworkers, even if they weren’t your real friends, they were very nice. Bonus points that your team were all women. You also really liked the view from your desk, how the big glass window portrayed the city view, the buildings making a composition with the sky and that park nearby with a lake, the people walking on the streets looking like tiny ants from above. It brought you peace when chaos sometimes set itself at the office.
You remembered clearly, though, when your pacific daily life at the office started to crumble. There was some gossip between your coworkers that a new - male - worker was transferred to your office building from a researching branch in a smaller city, he was super accomplished at his job, and far more successful than every person his age in the company. He, being a treasure, had to work at the heart of the company, two levels above your department's office. The gossiping, though, was not going around because of how great of a professional this guy was, or how he could help the company to grow - it was because he was hot. 
You asked your coworkers to stop talking about this guy, after all you had work to do. To be fair, if they didn't shut up you would pick your nosy ass and start looking for this guy, just so you could confirm if he was really that hot. They didn't care though, and kept talking until one of your managers showed up with a few more people, the older man you recognized being the head of the Management department and the one in a gray suit, the recruiter of the marketing team who worked a few months ago with you. The man on his right, on the other hand, you’ve never seen before. He was tall, his skin was light but sunkissed, the hair was straight, a caramel blonde color on them, contrasting with his dark chocolate eyes and a triangle nose. He was wearing a blue shirt and a black tie, the sleeves of his shirt folded up to his elbows and he was carrying a white lab coat with his badge and a blue stripe. 
“Ladies, ” one of your managers started talking to your team “these are the new additions to the company, so we are introducing them to all the teams they’ll be working with.” and kept introducing the people to you and your team to them. 
You weren’t paying attention to what he was saying because you noticed how the blonde guy stared at you. It was a pretty vague stare, to be honest, so you were trying very hard to understand that pair of dark eyes, and didn’t realize it meant you were staring him back, what made you blush the second you got yourself together. The redness of your cheeks made him smirk. “And this is Mr. Lee, he was just transferred and will be working on the research team, so you may work together if he comes up with a new product.” The guy suddenly moved his eyes to the other people and turned to a bow, saying “I’m Lee Juyeon, it's a pleasure to work with you guys.” and turning to a bright smile where you could see almost all his teeth. He has cute teeth though you thought to yourself, kepting that to yourself. 
They left and your coworkers started gossipping again, filling the workspace with giggles and sightings, but your head was far away from there.
A few days later
You were having your loner lunch as you always did, sitting at the bench in a common area at the rooftop, not a single soul at the entire place, looking down to the city business while munching on half a sandwich you made this morning before leaving for the office, the other half sitting in a pink bento box next to you. The day was very beautiful, the weather nice, the sky clear blue and the birds chipping. You wish you had the day off, so you would be having a picnic with yourself at the park instead. It was lonely and quiet, but you liked that.
To your surprise, you heard steps coming from the door that led to the common area, looking through the bluish glass of the windows and the sliding door. The sun was bright so you had to squint your eyes a little to see. It was a tall figure, very black hair and wearing a white coat, but you could not see if you knew this person or not. He stopped at the door to scan his badge and walk in, so you had to pretend like you were not paying attention and turned your head again to the streets down the building. There was an event happening at the entrance of the park, there were lots of kids buying balloons and a guy dressed in a pikachu suit, so you decided that this was way more interesting than the person coming in a place nobody but you used.
You had to look at their direction again, though, because he clearly was walking to you. He had slow, calm steps, his hands on the back of his body. He casually swung around before looking to your side, moving his eyes to the sitting space next to you and you, almost as if he was trying to figure what to say.
“Can I sit here?” he asked, and your eyes met. It was the new guy on the research team, Juyeon. Those dark eyes and pointy nose would never leave your mind. In fact, they were running through your thoughts from the moment he turned his back and left with the superiors. Every time he crossed your team’s workspace, every time you saw him entering the elevators or passed by, the staring session you had that day came back to your mind and you could not think about anything without coming back to his eyes. You felt your cheeks blushing again.
“Of course!” you said, nodding at him after an uncomfortable silence took place for the few seconds you had to realize it was, in fact, him. He sat beside you, his knees and yours touching. He took an apple juice box from his coat pocket and stabbed the box with the straw while you stared at his features, thinking about how a hair color could change so much how a person looks. You put down your sandwich and pointed at his hair, asking him “Did you dye your hair?”
“Oh” he immediately smiled and touched a loch of his hair with the tips of his fingers. And you couldn’t help but notice how huge his hands were. “Yes, I was blonde for a while but I felt like changing a little.” he chuckled, like a tiny laugh and proceeded to drink his apple juice. He suddenly stopped, the straw making a noise when he lifted his lips “Do you like it?”
You choked on your sandwich, coughing with your hand in front of your mouth. Juyeon turned his body at you, a worrying expression on his face but also a hint of confusion as he didn’t have a clue of what to do in this situation. In a matter of seconds you stopped and were fine again, so you said “I’m Sorry” and tried to clean your throat before answering him. “I like it. It suits your features.”
“Are you alright?” he looked deeply in your eyes, looking for a confirmation that yes, you were alright and he did nothing wrong. You nodded your head, running your eyes away from his before you blushed again, closing the lid of your pink bento box. “Good.” he said in a deep tone, one that you’ve never heard coming out of his mouth before. Not that you heard him talking a lot, but all the times you did, he was being very positive and thoughtful and he had a higher pitch on his voice. “But how come you know if a color fits someone’s features?
“Oh, I work with creativity and stuff, so I had experience in advertising by working directly with models.” his eyes widened as you told him, a smile forming on the corner of his lips. He had very pretty lips, by the way. “So there are colors that suit you and there are colors that don’t. It’s very interesting, but can be a rather extensive topic.” you said, afraid that the conversation was going far away from where it’s supposed to end.
“Oh, its okay.” he said, turning his body in your direction again. “I wanted to be a model when I was younger.”
“You definitely could” you said, your lips working faster than your brain. You bit your lower lip, embarrassed of yourself for saying it like that.
Before he could say anything, a man you didn’t know came in, standing at the door and calling Juyeon. They were in need of him at his department and apparently it was urgent. Juyeon left a sight out of his lips and got up from the bench, so you got up too. He turned at you, looking at you before giving you his hand so you could shake. “I don’t think this is the right time for introductions, but I’m Juyeon.”
“I know. I’m y/n.”
“I know.” he smiled and walked away, a few steps back before turning to the guy at the door, both of them running when Juyeon got by the door.
He know you? He knew your name? How did he find out your name? And how did he find you in the first place, given the rooftop was almost your hidden spot?
Oh, you wished you could see him again, and soon. Something inside you told you you will, and maybe that smile he shot at you before leaving meant he wanted the same.
read part2 here
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biaswreckingfics · 1 year
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Hi!! Could I request 93 + 100 misc. w/ Juyeon please!
(I am a huge fan of your work😭😭 Thank you sm!!!!!!)
Juyeon + ?? (This kind of turned into a crack fic?? I'm unsure what to label this as, besides them attempting to be sneaky lol) -Thank you so much 😭😭❤️❤️ I hope I don't disappoint you with this haha-
(This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you've ever had. + If we get caught, I'm blaming you.)
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"This isn't going to work," Juyeon tells you for the eighth time.
"Not with that attitude."
Juyeon sighs and continues walking down the hall. You follow after him, trying not to trip over the baggy sweatpants you're wearing. Is it a stupid plan? Maybe. Could it work? Also, maybe, so you're willing to take the risk. Besides, how much harm can it really do? Other than getting Juyeon in trouble and you probably banned from their dorm indefinitely…
No, you refuse to go in with that mindset. You can totally sneak into his room without getting caught. It's late and his roommates have better things to do than wait for him to come home.
Juyeon comes to another stop and looks back at you. "This is, without a doubt, the stupidest plan you've ever had."
"Debatable," you reply.
"You don't look anything like Sunwoo," he says in exasperation. 
You look down at the hoodie and sweatpants you're nearly drowning in. You disagree. The outfit looks pretty on point…
"This is how Sunwoo looks every day."
"I'm talking about your build," Juyeon responds like you're an idiot. 
"It only matters if they see us, and I don't plan on getting caught!"
Juyeon shakes his head and resumes walking. "Fine, but if we do get caught, I'm blaming you."
"Well, I'm the one to blame, so that makes perfect sense."
Just before you reach his door, Juyeon comes to a stop for the third time and you both sigh. A part of you feels guilty, but he's the one who begged you to come over. Now that he clearly has cold feet, you wonder if you really should just give up before you get in trouble.
"Why don't we just hang out tomorrow instead?" You suggest, losing all of your steam to sneak around. 
He pouts, "But I want to spend the night with you…"
"Well, you have to pick one or the other, because you're starting to make me nervous, and that's definitely going to get us caught."
You see the same determination enter his face that got you into this mess right before that sliver of doubt creeps back in.
"Okay, we're not doing it," you decide for him.
"No, let's do it," he counters.
Exasperated, you lift your hands and let them drop. Juyeon stands up straight and places both hands on your arms. He looks you squarely in the eyes. "We've got this."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes… Although, if Sangyeon finds out, I really am blaming you."
You nod and he turns to face the door. He enters the code and when the door opens, you both take a relieved breath when you see that the entrance and living room lights are off. Oh, you've totally got this.
Slipping off your shoes, the two of you quietly sneak into the dark living room. You're sure you've made it until Jacob's bedroom door opens. You freeze and angle your face away from him while trying to stand like Sunwoo.
He observes you for a moment before asking, "What are you two doing?"
Juyeon covers for you while you nod along and look down at your phone so you have an excuse to not look at him. When Jacob goes back into his room, you and Juyeon turn towards the hallway that leads to his bedroom, completely thinking you've got away with it.
As you begin to move forward, the bathroom door opens, illuminating both of you. Hyunjae suddenly steps out before you can hide and pauses in the hallway. He takes one look at your face and then your outfit before busting out in laughter.
Yeah… You're definitely not getting away with it.
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lovesongsme · 2 years
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maths
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summary: where you're about to fail math class and the best option to find a way out of your problems seems to be a random stranger who knows nothing about statistics, but a lot about bullshitting.
tags: juyeon x fem reader, college!au, social media!au
other pairings: sunric, bbangnyu
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kimsohn · 8 months
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pairing . juyeon x gn! reader (ft. karina of aespa) about . 1.5k words, fluff warnings . juyeon is pretty ooc (i had the urge to make him a hot beach boy sorry), very detailed description of him bc y/n is down bad (this isn't suggestive i just explained things in detail), y/n is also a little bit of an idiot, cursing
synopsis . public showers are the bane of your existence, but maybe you have to reconsider after seeing the eye candy next door. note. this is heavily inspired by juyeon's shower scenes in lip gloss!! (tysm to jacobblr for these gifs, view them in order as you read! 1 2) this was meant to be a drabble but i got carried away, hence the length. enjoy the physical hotness that is juyeon 💗
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You have come to the conclusion that sand is magical.
Seriously, how is it that so much still remains on you after you've been furiously rubbing it off for the past 30 minutes? It's like glue is attached to the particles, because either it's not coming off or you're just a complete idiot (it's probably the latter).
"Y/N, the only way that sand is going to come off is with a shower." your friend Karina states, packing up the umbrella covering you two, "Stop trying so hard or you're going to get a towel burn. Is that what it’s even called? It’s definitely not a carpet burn…"
You sigh as you cut out her rambling, knowing that her words are correct and that you're simply choosing to ignore them because of your dislike for public showers. They're out in the open, extremely inefficient, and who knows how many people have stood on the nasty tile, but it's either that or ruining Karina's convertible with sand.
"Fine. I'll be back in ten."
Grabbing the towel, you make your way up the sand, spotting the metal showerheads in the distance. Wearing your flip-flops was useless because the sand still manages to make its way between your toes, and now it's an extra hassle to clean them and walk with the dripping water and squeaky noises. However, you would do anything to not feel the weird flooring of the showers, even if that meant dealing with the annoyance on your feet.
You hope for the best and make your way toward the first one, and to your luck, it’s empty. Thank heaven you don't have to make awkward eye contact with the other people showering. Plus, the handle is extendable, so you can properly rinse the sand off without leaving anything behind. As much as you hate to admit it, Karina was right: the shower can do so much more for you than a towel.
Once you're done double and triple washing the grit off your body, you turn off the shower and quickly dry yourself. The beach breeze has you shivering so you move fast, but to your utter dismay, the towel isn't enough to clean you entirely. It becomes fully damp only halfway through, and the rest of your body feels like it's in the Arctic Pole with the way your goosebumps prickle.
However, before you can freeze to ice, your lucky brain registers the shower running next to you. Maybe they have a spare towel, or at least something to dry you off, but as you walk around to ask, you stop in your tracks.
Your whole body feels numb now because the man standing in front of you is short-circuiting your brain. The shower sounds fade out behind you and all you can hear is the soft dangle of his silver bracelet when he moves his hand, and the water dripping from his sharp chin. He's washing his neck and it's doing absolutely nothing to help because his muscles are flexing, and the water from his hair is dripping onto his beautiful face, long fingers, thin black necklace, and… his chest. His goddamn chest. He's wearing a white tank but it's useless because the water is making it incredibly see-through, and you have to stop tracing his abdomen with scrutiny before you pass out. You have the thought that you should probably stop looking before you die of heatstroke and not your goosebumps, but even his hair is too beautiful to look away from.
I can't believe even hair can be this sexy.
"Hm?"
You watch in horror as he looks up to meet your gaze, and his feline-shaped eyes make you lose your senses for a couple of moments. Then you’re realizing the silence and the stare, and it finally hits you that you said those words out loud. You're in deep shit because now he probably thinks you're a freak, which probably means you have zero chance of getting a towel and maybe some decent eye candy too.
"Um, I’m so sorry. I did not mean to call your hair sexy—"
"Thanks, I guess? No one's ever told me that before."
His face shifts into a small smile, and you're absolutely fucked because his eyes crinkle and all you're reminded of is a cute little cat. How did he go from charming to sweet in five seconds? You blame it on the dimples. Or the eye mole.
"You're... welcome?" you say, scratching your neck awkwardly, "Sorry, I just came here to ask if you had a spare towel."
"I do actually," he says, turning off the water and handing you a fluffy white towel, pure like his endearing smile.
You mutter thanks, quickly wiping the remaining water droplets on your skin, but by now you don't even feel cold anymore because of the man standing in front of you. He's too hot to handle, quite literally, and if it weren't for the fact that you just took a shower, you'd probably be sweating. If you knew public showers contained fine specimens, you wouldn't have held a grudge for so long.
"Thank you again, um..."
"Juyeon."
You stare at the towel in your hands.
"No seriously, I'm sure I would've frozen if it weren't for you," you respond, clearing your throat, "if you want, I can wash this towel for you. It would be no problem at all, really, I can give it back to you the next time you're at the beach."
He hums in thought, grabbing his phone.
"Or you can just give me your number. You can text me back when it's clean and we can meet up somewhere. You live in the area, right?"
Is this gorgeous man actually asking you for your number? You try and convince yourself that this isn't romantic at all and that he's just trying to make this convenient for you. Why would he even like a creep spying on him showering, right?
"Yeah, sure!" you ask, punching in your number, "Do you want me to save my contact with just my name? I can add beach towel weirdo after it."
You’re going to murder your brain and its impulsive thoughts, and maybe even your loud mouth. You probably shouldn't have asked that because he can add a degrading nickname by himself, but he's currently drying his hair with another towel and he looks so attractive that you don't want him to stop. Maybe if hot men didn't reduce you to shambles, you'd actually be in a relationship by now.
He chuckles, and you're hoping he isn't making fun of you inside his head. However, he just shakes his head no, flinging the towel over his shoulder.
"Just your name. You can add a little heart after it if you'd like."
"A heart? Why?" you voice out, or at least you try to with the best of your ability because your throat suddenly feels parched.
"Cause you're cute. I don’t just ask everyone who borrows a towel for their number, you know."
"Oh." you whisper, and maybe it's finally time to listen to the delusion in your brain, "So you suggested meeting up later so you can... see me again. Romantically."
"You're a little silly, you know? It’s okay though; it’s adorable."
"I'm sorry, it's just, you make me a little lightheaded. I'm so much more composed normally, promise."
"Don't worry," he grins, poking your cheek, "I like you when you're flustered. I'd love to see more of it, but only if you want to, of course."
Before you can even respond, you’re interrupted by yelling from the distance.
"Y/N!" you hear, and you both turn to see Karina waving at you from her convertible, "What's taking you so long?"
You turn back to him hurriedly, not knowing what to say. The whole situation already feels like a dream, and you’re scared it’ll fade away as soon as you acknowledge it, or even worse, simply be some form of amusement to him. You’re hoping that you’re not just a joke to him.
"Um, I have to go," you whisper, clutching onto the towel, "but yeah, I'd love to, um,"
"Go on a date with me?"
"Yes. That."
You wave quickly, your brain going a little too haywire to say anything more, and you rush to Karina's car. She's staring at you with a raised eyebrow, but you don't answer because what you hear next resolves any questions she has.
"Text me later, pretty!" Juyeon shouts from the shower, and you feel like the ground is going to swallow you whole as Karina's eyes widen.
It definitely doesn’t seem like it’s a prank anymore. Not when he’s announced his interest for the whole beach to hear.
"Tell. Me. Everything."
"Well," you start, hearing her rev up the vehicle and the wheels start turning, "he's really hot, for one. Also, he asked me on a date. Am I dreaming?"
"See, this is why I’m always right. I told you the shower was a good idea!"
"Yeah,” you respond, leaning back in your seat, “I just didn't know it would be this good."
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kitschun · 5 months
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Need 4 Speed: Circuit Breakers
Summary: The infamous Hak's Garage, owned by well-respected technical expert Ju Haknyeon and financed by the retired underground drag racer Lee Sangyeon. Hak's Garage is an inconspicuous daytime automotive garage that offers your average vehicle tuning and modification. It's during the nighttime when the place starts to let loose and becomes the go-to spot for anyone and everyone who has an inkling of fascination for cars. Get to know the Circuit Breakers under this well-loved garage below!
Tags: Underground street racer!AU for The Boyz
Hyunjae. Hyunjae was the first racer Sangyeon took under his wing. They both pretty much grew up with each other in the earlier days of the Circuit, and whilst Sangyeon has found peace in retiring from official matches, Hyunjae never found it in himself to give up the steering wheel just yet. But of course, nowadays it’s so rare to actually even see him racing in the streets. A former underground prodigy forced to grow up. He spends the majority of his waking hour working as a higher up for a company his own father built. Every now and then, when the 9-5 gets too tough, when Lee Jaehyun gives his name up to be just Lee Hyunjae, he finds himself racing down the streets in his beloved McLaren 765LT. All the way down to Hak’s Garage where he allows himself to forget the weight of the world even if for just one night. 
Juyeon. Often described as cold and calculating, Juyeon is not one to bask in the spotlight of being a well-known underground racer. There seems to be history between him and the infamous Lee Hyunjae but the latter rarely shows himself in the scene anymore. The only people that seem to know the story between them are Sangyeon and Haknyeon themselves. There’s a sense of fire behind Juyeon that makes his opponents fear him in the streets. For one, he is smart. He rarely utters more than two words to anyone outside his crew yet everyone can see the confidence behind his every move. From bold last minute turns, to haphazard decisions to fly over an open bridge. Juyeon is starting to gain notoriety over his seemingly reckless driving skills.
Kevin Moon. The Phantom Operator of the Circuit. Kevin Moon owns a flashy bee-striped 1969 Chevrolet Camaro that was passed down to him by his father. He often frequented stadiums alongside his sister as a kid and has since been enamored with the loud sounds of revving cars and the boisterous lifestyle of its drivers. Although his sister pretty much grew out of it by the time their father retired, Kevin was never able to let go of the exhilarating rush he felt during his time in the stadiums. Except this time, he partakes in illegal races as opposed to his father’s very legal ones. Kevin Moon did not have the patience to build his way up to NASCAR level and so he took his passion to the streets. 
Chanhee. An avid collector of cars, clothes, and anything that screamed luxury. Chanhee was one of the conundrums in the underground street racing scene. One would think he would be up there with the sponsors with his vast amount of wealth and resources, but the boy actually preferred the highways than the stuffy room the executives hole themselves in. He’s amassed a pretty spectacular collection of both vintage and new muscle cars — but his favorite out of all of them is his 2023 Mazda MX-5 he’s recently purchased. He’s fair game in the streets but he’s found more solace in participating in mountain drift races. 
Q. Another one of the conundrums under Sangyeon’s belt — Changmin (or Q as he liked being called) is one of the more versatile racers in the Circuit. He’s one of the rarer collectors that preferred the sweet revv of an import over any muscle car currently in the market. Changmin is a wildcard amongst sponsors, he’s not afraid of taking up challenges with all-in stakes and no one is for certain if it’s because he wholeheartedly believes he’s going to win or if he’s just being as reckless as Sunwoo when it comes to racing. Whatever it is, Changmin is certainly one who's caught the eye of a notorious sponsor that’s adamant in taking him from under Sangyeon’s wing. 
Sunwoo. Reckless street racer Sunwoo who’s earned himself the nickname “Echo” both from local authorities and the underground racing scene. He drives around his mute black 2016 Dodge Charger so fast that the only sign of him ever actually being there is the echo of his revving engine from down the street. He’s a well-known drag racer in his early days but has since moved on to circuit racing. It was only a matter of time because he’s grown notorious for always having run-ins with authority, yet the thing is — he’s never actually been caught before. He’s reckless and egotistical behind the wheel but Sangyeon and the other’s know he’s a good kid at heart. It just so happens that driving around the city haphazardly is what gets his blood pumping. 
Eric Sohn. Junior mechanic turned illegal drag racer under Sangyeon’s wing. Eric has been surrounded by automotives his entire life and it was to no surprise that he found himself gravitating towards underground racing. He built his beloved 2017 Dodge Challenger from scrap and has since used it to win drag races in and around the Circuit. On multiple different occasions, a couple of sponsors from the Circuit tried to sway Eric away from the garage but his loyalty to Sangyeon and the crew was so fierce that they were only met with the rare sight of Eric getting mad. He believes in fate and destiny - much to the chagrin of Sunwoo - but that belief has gotten him this far and he’s not about to let go of it anytime soon.
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Get to know the Skeleton Crew that runs the garage here!
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juyeonszn · 8 months
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WHAT IS LOVE?
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PAIRING ₊˚⊹ lee juyeon x f!reader
GENRES ₊˚⊹ fluff﹒crack﹒angst﹒slice of life
WARNINGS ₊˚⊹ mature language bc even on a different blog i won’t ever change, uni!au, reader is a matchmaker, juyeon plays baseball, lots of kys and kms jokes, sunwoo is an incel, a bunch of lesbian jokes, um one sided pining for a while, like i am absolutely ruthless to reader for a Hot Minute i am so sorry, but it’s okay!!! bc then i’m also ruthless to juyeon, the unrequited love in this series goes crazy, it wouldn’t be a fawn smau without a second lead — so there is a small second lead moment, most of the written parts are full of sheer Angst and i’m not sorry about it, there’s like idol shipping in here ? but it’s for the sake of the plot i swear i don’t condone idol shipping 😭 it’s literally in my carrd, the bullying in this smau goes even crazier, ummm for some reason there are a lot of barbie references towards the end
FEATURING ₊˚⊹ the rest of tbz, soyeon + yuqi from (g)-idle, seonghwa from ateez, lee know from skz, sakura from le sserafim, dahyun + tzuyu from twice, jaehyun from nct and mingyu from seventeen
SUMMARY ₊˚⊹ all is well in the business of matchmaking. except it’s actually not, because lee juyeon, the school’s star baseball player, has just come to you for help in obtaining the girl of his dreams. oh yeah! and he happens to be the guy you’ve had a crush on since your first year of university.
STATUS ₊˚⊹ complete!
BEGINNING ₊˚⊹ august 1st, 2023
ENDING ₊˚⊹ october 19th, 2023
MORE ₊˚⊹ HIIIII hello!!! my first smau on another blog this is crazy ?!!2!!22!!2 fun fact; in case the plot seems familiar, it was an old wip for yeonjunszn that i had for jake from enhypen and decided to scrap for reasons that i do not remember LOL but then it came back to me and i decided to redo it for juyo bc it was so juyo-coded and now we’re here 🤗 send an ask to join the taglist (bc note and dm notifs get swallowed up with the ones from my other blog)!!
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PROFILES ₊˚⊹ realize real eyes real lies | ball hitters + the token lesbian | ouran high school host club (+ tzuyu)
ONE ₊˚⊹ i’m the ceo president and chair mama
TWO ₊˚⊹ the hwang yeji incident
THREE ₊˚⊹ i hide and u seek therapy!
FOUR ₊˚⊹ /s or /j
FIVE ₊˚⊹ setting virgins up with other virgins
SIX ₊˚⊹ POSER FAKE FAN
SEVEN ₊˚⊹ #mancrushfriday #mrstealyogirl
EIGHT ₊˚⊹ I HATE WHEN WOMEN ARE RIGHT
NINE ₊˚⊹ the start of a W matchmaking season
TEN ₊˚⊹ ur on THIN ICE JAMAL
ELEVEN ₊˚⊹ Just Like A Doughnut (2.04k)
TWELVE ₊˚⊹ need a comically large piano to fall on top of me
THIRTEEN ₊˚⊹ hit tweet follow me 🙌🙏
FOURTEEN ₊˚⊹ what the bell are u talking about
FIFTEEN ₊˚⊹ THAT WAS A CRY FOR HELP
SIXTEEN ₊˚⊹ chest heavy eyes misty
SEVENTEEN ₊˚⊹ they laugh at me cause i’m emo
EIGHTEEN ₊˚⊹ sangyeon boyfriend material era
NINETEEN ₊˚⊹ Blocked and Reported for threatening language
TWENTY ₊˚⊹ A Hole In The Shape Of You (2.17k)
TWENTY ONE ₊˚⊹ men against song yuqi
TWENTY TWO ₊˚⊹ i thought we were friends.
TWENTY THREE ₊˚⊹ u think i’m pretty??? 🥰
TWENTY FOUR ₊˚⊹ for research purposes
TWENTY FIVE ₊˚⊹ The Middle Of My Heart (1.60k)
TWENTY SIX ₊˚⊹ AND THE CROWD GOES WILD
TWENTY SEVEN ₊˚⊹ to me it was
TWENTY EIGHT ₊˚⊹ clown to clown communication
TWENTY NINE ₊˚⊹ A Space Just For You (2.05k)
THIRTY ₊˚⊹ THE JUYEON THERAPY FUND
THIRTY ONE ₊˚⊹ is this pic AI generated
THIRTY TWO ₊˚⊹ i’m gay…
THIRTY THREE ₊˚⊹ 11:11 make a wish
THIRTY FOUR ₊˚⊹ Our Love Loop (2.62k)
THIRTY FIVE ₊˚⊹ graduated from bitchless university
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