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sm-entertain-me · 4 years

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You Asked for It (M)

Contains: Kim Gunhak (Leedo) x (f) reader, adult language, smut, explicit depictions of unprotected sex, dom!Gunhak, sub!reader, brat!reader, brat tamer!Gunhak, teasing, tiny bit of exhibitionism, marking, rough sex, daddy kink, nipple play, light choking, hair pulling, overstimulation, creampie.

Synopsis: Oh how you loved to get on Gunhak’s nerves, especially when it came to you purposely making Gunhak hot and bothered when he couldn’t do anything about it. Today would be no different as you would come to watch practice as you always do, the perfect idea in mind. However, it might not be so perfect once Gunhak finally gets his hands on you.

Sitting in the corner of one of RBW’s practice rooms, you watched your boyfriend intensely as he practiced the killing part of To be or Not to Be with Dongju, the two of them mirroring each other perfectly as they moved their bodies fluidly to the music. You weren’t the only one watching them as Hwanwoong and Keonhee decided to sit on either side of you, drinking their waters quickly as they tried to catch their breath since they were practicing the part just two minutes earlier.

“Gunhak hyung is looking better and better each day,” Hwanwoong commented as he watched Gunhak’s facial expressions through the mirror, earning high praise considering Hwanwoong is the king of facial expressions. Both you and Keonhee nodded in agreement as the two men placed their finger guns against their temples to continue the choreo. While the members were too busy admiring his facial expressions, you couldn’t help but gulp as Gunhak turned as part of the choreography, staring at you and winking as he finally turned his head to the side to continue making your heart skip beats. Little does he know that he’s not the only one capable of getting hearts racing.

After about a minute more of practicing the choreography, Dongju and Gunhak fell to the floor to feign exhaustion, garnering laughs from the members as Seoho took this upon himself to run and jump on the men laying on the ground, adding to the chaos even more. You couldn’t help but laugh at the members, admiring the close relationship they have with each other. It was at this time that you almost forgot your plan, almost.

As Seoho was dragged away by his arms by Youngjo, Dongju and Gunhak got up and made their way over to you since you were eagerly waiting to give them much needed water bottles. Dongju gave you a warm smile as he thanked you and immediately began slugging down the water, barely giving himself time to breathe until you heard a huge gasp at the end of him drinking. When it was Gunhak’s turn to get water, you simply looked up at him and shook your head with a small smirk, “No, this one’s for me. You can get your own.”

Gunhak looked at you confusedly as you opened the water and began to drink slowly, making sure to keep eye contact with him as a dribble of water can be seen flowing down your chin and dripping on your conveniently white shirt. Well, in reality, it was one of Gunhak’s but that wasn’t going to stop you from wearing it. Gunhak’s eyes widened as he watched you continue drinking the water, picking up on what you were doing. He knew how you were when it came to playing games with him, but he never thought you were going to pull something like this in front of his members. Albeit, this is one of your tame strategies, but who's to say you were going to stop here? No, no, no. You want to have fun with Gunhak, even if he’s not having any.

You continued to drink the water slowly, purposely letting more water drip onto your shirt to reveal the color of your lace bra underneath, earning even wider eyes from Gunhak as he lurched forward, grabbing the water from you and causing the rest of the contents to soak your shirt. Realizing what he had done, Gunhak lurched forward to cover you and preserve your decency as the members were starting to take note of your affinity for lace undergarments. Unfortunately for Gunhak, it seems that by the way that Youngjo and Keonhee gulped, they could definitely see what Gunhak has the pleasure of coming home to every night. Man did they envy Gunhak.

Gunhak pressed his hot torso against your cold, wet body, wrapping his arms around you and giving you one of his smoldering stares, “What the hell? Are you trying to show everyone your bra?” You took a minute to think about your response since this is your chance to dial up the heat and get Gunhak even more hot and bothered than what he already was from this morning. Let’s just say you had to use your good foundation on a couple of areas visible to the public.

“Well no,” You responded, finally thinking of a way to prolong Gunhak’s torture. You then decided to wrap your arms around Gunhak’s neck, pulling him close to you and leaning to capture his ear lobe between your teeth for a small nip before responding in a sultry whisper, “I wanted to show much more baby.”

You could feel Gunhak’s grip tighten around your waist and noticed the way his shoulders stiffened at your response, giving you the reaction you needed. The room around you fell silent as everyone stared at the two of you, waiting to see what was going to happen. Honestly they didn’t know if Gunhak was going to take you right then and there or not, but they wouldn’t necessarily be mad at the idea. Instead, Gunhak simply leaned in to ghost his lips over your ear and whisper in his captivating voice, “You can show me later when you make it up to me, brat.” Goosebumps began to form all over your body at the thought as Gunhak pulled away from you, sending a wink your way before turning back to his members, “Okay, where were we?”

Practice dragged on for a lot longer than you anticipated, mostly because of the pooling sensation going on in between your legs courtesy of your loving boyfriend who had been eye fucking you the remainder of practice. A couple of the members had caught on but didn’t dare speak about it because they didn’t want to get Gunhak even hotter than he already was. Bastards. They never let you have any fun.

After ten more grueling minutes of watching your boyfriend sweat and breathe heavily, practice finally came to a close as the members did their chant and came in for a group hug. Of course, one member was a little eager to get out of the group hug and take care of a certain little lady in the corner who has been driving him crazy the whole time he’s been trying to concentrate. The second Youngjo dropped his arm from around Gunhak’s shoulder, Gunhak was making a B-line straight for you, towering over you as he smirked and outstretched his hand to help you up, “Come on princess. We need to take care of something at home, don’t we?” Gulp.

The car ride home was eerily quiet as Gunhak had his hand on your thigh the whole ride, but never once spared you a passing glance. His eyes remained only on the road and occasionally to the radio to change the station if he wasn’t vibing with a particular song. You couldn’t help but notice that all the songs Gunhak deemed good enough had to do with sex. For example, Gunhak left Animal by Nine Inch Nails on and even squeezed your thigh a little harder when the lyrics “I want to fuck you like an Animal” played through the speakers.

Your torturous silent treatment from Gunhak finally came to an end as he pulled into the driveway of his house, removing his hand from your thigh for the first time since he had begun the drive home, noticing the red lines from his fingers gripping your otherwise pristine skin. Gunhak then took his hand to place it under your jaw, gripping your chin and forcing you to look into his hungry eyes, “I want you upstairs with nothing on, laying prettily on your back for daddy, do you understand me? If not, I will have to punish you.” A glint of mischief flashed in your eyes at the word punish, something that Gunhak chose to ignore for your sake.

Ever the rebel, you followed only one order that Gunhak gave you: go upstairs. All you did was go upstairs and plop down Gunhak’s bed, sitting cross legged and scrolling through your phone to watch various music videos in defiance. Gunhak should know better than to “threaten” you with punishment since you had been trying to get him to do that to you all day, hence the whole water incident. Although you didn’t really mean for Youngjo or Keonhee to see your intimates. In the midst of you watching a random video, you heard a deep growl from the entrance of the room, “What do you think you’re doing?”

Smirking to yourself, you simply raised your eyes from your cell phone but never moved your position to look at a very pissed off looking Gunhak. His eyes were narrowed at you as he had his arms crossed over his chest, the deep V of his shirt showing off his collar bones beautifully. It seemed like he was waiting for you to respond, but you chose to give him a shrug instead of using your words, another thing that causes Gunhak to get riled up because of his intensely dominant persona. That simply won’t do it for Gunhak, you know that.

Gunhak’s eyes narrowed even more as he stepped through the doorway, closing the door with his foot as his eyes never faltered from you. You watched as he slipped his hands under his shirt, lifting it high above his head as he threw the piece of clothing to the side to reveal his toned torso. You licked your lips as you admired every single peak and valley of his body, but Gunhak was not rewarding you for your defiant behavior in the slightest. Just as you were loving Gunhak for his intensity, you were soon hating it as Gunhak was at the edge of the bed, leaning forward and grabbing onto both your ankles. One second you were at the head of the bed, the next second you’re at the foot of the bed with your legs dangling over the edge, straddling your boyfriend’s waist and biting back a moan as his bulge pressed against your dripping core.

“I thought I told you to have no clothes on and be on your back?” Gunhak asked in a tone that could only be described as pure sex, glowering down at you as he did it. He could feel your thighs tremble slightly around his waist, knowing he had struck a nerve with you. Gunhak smirked as he leaned down to eye level with you, his lips mere centimeters from yours, “Do you want daddy to punish you, huh brat? Well, you asked for it...”

“At least you’re on your back now, but I still need you naked. And since you can’t follow instructions, I guess I’ll do it for you.”

Gunhak quickly placed his hand on your chest and pushed you back forcefully, but not too hard that he would hurt you. As your torso bounced back up from the force, Gunhak crawled up your body to pin you beneath him, leaning down to stare at you intensely. It was as if he was stalking his prey as he smirked down at you, placing his lips directly on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, forcing a moan from your lips. Your hands immediately flew to Gunhak’s golden locks in a fit of passion, but they were soon placed above your head to keep you in check. Gunhak was reminding you that this was a punishment.

As Gunhak kept your hands above your head, his other hand went to work on your shirt and since you decided to be a brat and not listen to him the first time, he had no problem forcibly ripping the shirt from your body. Normally you would be mad, but this is Gunhak’s shirt and it was just so hot that you couldn’t help but moan out from both the sight and the feeling of Gunhak’s teeth sinking into your neck lightly to leave a beautiful shade of purple. You just hoped that Gunhak would be a little more delicate when it came to removing your bra since this set was kind of expensive.

When Gunhak was happy with his handiwork of removing your shirt, he pulled his lips away from your neck to admire his masterpiece and to stare hungrily at your breasts that were barely being contained by the thin lace of your bra. “For me?” Gunhak asked rhetorically as he pulled his hand off of your wrists and made quick work of your bra, removing it and flinging it on the floor to focus on the new area of his obsession. Remembering to keep your hands at bay, he wrapped his fingers around your wrists again and pinned them to the pillow above you as he leaned down to suck on your pebbled nipple, swirling his tongue around the bud expertly to hear as many moans as he could from you.

“Fuck Gunha-ahh,” You began but quickly received a slap to your inner thigh, hearing a slight pop as Gunhak removed his lips from your nipple, glaring into your eyes but not saying a word as you should know what you had done wrong. Quickly realizing your mistake, you corrected yourself after wincing from the slight burn that was now on your thigh, “I-I mean daddy.” Gunhak smirked at your compliance, rewarding you slightly by paying attention to the neglected mound while his free hand began to slide down your body until you felt his slender fingers slip past your shorts and hook into your panties. At first you thought Gunhak was going to dip his fingers into your aching hole, but you soon felt cold air in between your legs as Gunhak peeled the garments from your body to leave you completely bare for him.

Gunhak admired your body for quite some time, studying every part of it while mostly focusing on the slick seeping out of you and dripping onto the sheets below. He had to think of what to do to you and how to make it a punishment, quickly figuring out a plan as he smirked devilishly at you. You were quickly flipped over onto your stomach, Gunhak leaning over you to grab your hands and place them exactly where he wanted. Instead of placing them directly below you and hoisting you up in his favorite position, he placed one hand on the top of the headboard, instructing you to hold on, and then pinned the other one flat against the wood itself with his hand on top, “Stay.”

The position Gunhak had you in was you pressed against the headboard with your back arched to have your soaked core on display for Gunhak’s pleasure. It’s as if Gunhak wanted to combine two of his favorite ways of fucking you into one: fucking you against the wall and fucking you from behind. He didn’t really care if it was hurting your back since he knew you liked positions like this anyway, and it wasn’t a reward for you. Again, it’s a punishment, and it’s just about to start.

When Gunhak was sure you would stay in this position and stop acting like such a brat for the moment, he went to work discarding clothes of his own. You could hear him pull off his sweatpants and you could only imagine how big he was since you had felt how hard he was when he dragged you down the bed earlier. Licking your lips at the thought of Gunhak’s cock being swollen and angry from your teasing, you tried to turn and take a peek but were quickly stopped by Gunhak’s hand coming down on the side of your head and pinning it back to the headboard. A tsk sound came from Gunhak’s lips as he expressed his disappointment in you, “I told you to stay. Normally I’d put you in yoru place for that, but I’m so fucking hard that I don’t care anymore. Now be a good girl and take what I give you.”

A few languid strokes of Gunhak’s cock followed by some labored grunts and he was finally ready, placing one hand on your hip to steady you as he pressed his torso to your back to lean in and whisper, “What’s the safeword babygirl?” “Red,” You responded breathlessly as you could feel Gunhak teasing your dripping hole with the tip of his cock, barely entering and coming back out to spread the precum that was sliding down the shaft slowly. Gunhak smirked to himself as his grip tightened on your hip to steady you one last time, “Good girl.”

Gunhak gave you no warning as he pushed his hips forward, burying himself all the way to hilt as his hips pressed snugly against your backside, earning a ragged groan from Gunhak. Your mouth was hanging open as you tried your best to take all of Gunhak as he instructed, not giving you much time to recover as he immediately began his assault on your pussy. Gunhak’s nails dug into your hip as he pulled your hips back while he thrust into you to create an even deeper stretch, making you arch your back unconsciously to feel the addictive sensation going in between your legs.

“Fuck you’re so tight baby,” Gunhak praised as he placed his other hand on the other hip, quickening his pace and throwing his head back whenever he heard you moan out. He absolutely loved hearing you moan and since you were facing the headboard, he couldn’t get the full experience. After a few more deep strokes, Gunhak took one of his hands and threaded his fingers through your locks, making sure he had at least three good strands before pulling back and leaving a burning sensation all over your scalp.

“Louder baby,” Gunhak demanded as he thrusted deep inside of you, the sound of his hips slamming against your backside causing you to arch even further. At this point, you looked like a folding chair by how much Gunhak had arched you, but you didn’t care because at this angle, he was hitting everything and more. You decided to indulge his request of being louder by letting out a scream as he threw himself deep inside of you, dragging his cock along your most sensitive spot.

With the pace Gunhak set on you, it would only be a matter of time before you came crashing down from your high, but now was not the time to think of that as Gunhak let go of your hip and opted for grabbing the headboard with both hands with a grip so strong that you thought he would’ve broken it by now. As Gunhak found a new grip, the depth his cock reached increased to something you had never felt before, groaning out from the sensation. His lips were so close to your ear that it sent chills up and down your spine, another moan speeding past your lips. You could feel your resolve disintegrating by the second.

You never thought it was possible but Gunhak managed to fuck you even harder, his biceps flexing as he held onto the headboard for leverage to continue burying himself the deepest he could inside of you. You didn’t know how much more you could take as you felt yourself getting starry eyed and then your orgasm came crashing over you in an instant, forcing you to scream out for Gunhak as you struggled to find purchase on the head board, “Daddy!”

Gunhak could feel every spasm of your walls, biting his lip to suppress his groans from the intoxicating effects of your pussy pulling him in deeper. While you continued to scream out for him, Gunhak continued to fuck you senseless since he hadn’t cum yet and now was not the time to stop him. You on the other hand felt your legs give out, slumping down into the pillows below you while Gunhak kept his grip on the headboard, glancing down at you to make sure you were okay. Since he didn’t hear the safeword, he continued.

Creaking could be heard above you as the headboard was practically coming apart with every bruising thrust Gunhak gave you, determined to get you to another high a lot quicker than you would’ve wanted. “Please daddy,” You hiccupped beneath him, most of it being muffled by the pillows you were being pinned into. “I can’t t-take anymore.”

“Come on princess, just one more. Do it for daddy,” Gunhak pleaded, the strain in his voice becoming apparent from just how desperate he was to cum. He was feeling so good, almost euphoric from this new angle that he was wondering why he hadn’t fucked you like this sooner. There was no time to think about it though as Gunhak’s hand came around and gripped your throat, pulling you up so that your back was flush against Gunhak’s torso for the very last time tonight.

Only two more pleasingly deep thrusts was all it took to have you cumming hard around Gunhak for the second time, this time you were sure that your vision was going black from the intense high you were feeling. Luckily you didn’t have to worry long as Gunhak couldn’t hold off anymore himself, his hips stirring against your backside as you felt him release inside of you, the warmth of his cum starting to be felt on the outside of you just from the sheer amount he gave you. It was probably because of how long you had been teasing him, but you weren’t complaining.

After about a minute or so of recovering in the position of Gunhak laying on top of you and hyperventilating to get his breathing back to normal, he slid himself out of you slowly to make sure not to cause you unwanted overstimulation. The overstimulation before was on purpose, but since your punishment is all done with, Gunhak wanted to take care of you as best as he could considering you took the hardest fucking Gunhak had ever given you like a champ. It’s a shame you had to act like a total brat to get to this point, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

After Gunhak got the both of you cleaned up, he thought it would be a good idea to run a bath for the both of you since he was proud of how well you were able to keep up with him and you deserved to relax. As Gunhak was drawing the bath, you couldn’t help but smile as he sniffed the bottle of lavender oil before placing a couple drops in the water. Gunhak could feel you staring at him so he decided to put the bottle down and walk over to you, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Let’s get you in that bath, huh princess?”

You nodded softly as you allowed Gunhak to scoop you up in his arms, walking you carefully over to the porcelain tub and setting you down gently, making sure the water was to your liking and fixing your hair to make sure it wouldn’t touch the water since he knew you hated that. Gunhak gave you one of his eye smiles and kissed your cheek before turning to leave, but you didn’t want him to. Instead, you refused to let his hand go, causing Gunhak to look at you with a cocked eyebrow. “Don’t leave.”

Despite the moment being very cute and innocent, Gunhak smirked a little as he nodded, “Alright but just know that if anything happens in here, you asked for it.”

It was a risk you were willing to take.

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starlit-serenade · 3 years

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Rosebud

🌹 Summary: You come home from a long and exhausting day of work to spend time with your family: your 6 year old daughter and your husband, Kim Geonhak.

🌹 Word Count: 2,115 words

🌹 Pairing: Reader x Kim Geonhak (Leedo) / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader, Parent!Reader; Kim Geonhak (Leedo); Kim Hwayoung (OC) {Age: 6};

🌹 Rated: E / Warnings: Food (Ice cream) / Genre: Fluff; Parent!Reader!; Dad!Geonhak;

🌹 A/N: 'Neny', the term used in the fic to refer to the Reader, is mom in Malagasy, but it's gender neutral here ok? I couldn’t find a good Gender Neutral title, but if I find something better I might change it. Also, in this, Geonhak is still an idol and a member of ONEUS, but they're a bit older? Idk, he's still Leedo of ONEUS but also a dad. Who needs timelines anyways? Might make this into a series, who knows?

You sigh, your back sore from a long, tiring day of work. You've been standing all day for work, talking to people you wish you didn't have to talk to. You wish you were home, lying in bed with your family, but you still have a few minutes until your bus reaches the stop near home.

When the bus finally comes to a stop, you dismount and make your way into your apartment. You unlock the door, and hear laughter inside. You smile to yourself and open the door, and are met with the beautiful sight of your husband, Geonhak, dressed in a nice, casual outfit--jeans, a T-shirt and glasses--with your 6 year old daughter laughing, sitting on his shoulders, holding his hands tight. He must have changed after work, before he went to pick up Hwayoung.

You smile brightly. Work is hard as heck, and your day was exhausting as hell. Coming home to your husband and your daughter is always the highlight of your day, and today is no different.

"Hello, my love," Geonhak says, grinning widely. "How was work?"

"Hi honey," you say, walking over to kiss him on the cheek. "It was tiring, as usual." You then stand on your tip-toes while Geonhak bends down a bit so you can kiss your daughter on the cheek. "Hi Hwayoung. How was school?"

"Hi Neny! It was gooooood," Hwayoung says. "We did reading and drawing! I wanna show you my drawing that I drawed! And then when Dada picked me up from achool, he said when you got home, we could all go out for ice cream together and to the park!"

"Oh really?" You can't stop yourself from smiling so widely that your cheeks hurt, and honestly you don't want to not smile. You haven't smiled a lot today, so this is a nice breath of fresh air.

"Alright, Hwayoung, down time," Geonhak says, looking up and reaching up to put his hands on her in preparation to lift her off of his shoulders. "Don't you wanna show Neny your drawing?"

"Yeah, but don't wanna get down. Pleeease?" Hwayoung whines, pouting down at him, and you can see Geonhak give up, cracking a smile. He's never a match for you or Hwayoung's pouts. Or yours.

"Alright, rosebud, you can stay up there. Let's have you show Neny what you made, okay?"

"Okaaaaaay!!!” Hwayoung sings. “Neny, it’s in my room! Let’s go!!!" She points forward, and Geonhak starts walking quickly, while you follow. You can see, from his smile and the joy in your husband’s eyes, just how happy he is. As you follow him to Hwayoung's bedroom, which is right next to yours, Geonhak ducks down so Hwayoung doesn't hit her head at the top of the doorframe. She giggles as he does, and looks back at you to make sure you're following them into her room.

"Look, Neny!" Hwayoung points at her tiny table from her seat on Geonhak's shoulders. You look down at the drawing, a cute scribble of a happy family of three--you, Geonhak, and Hwayoung herself, her dark hair tied up in two pigtails.

"Hwayoung, my rosebud, this is so good!" you say. "Amazing job, rosebud, well done!" You raise your hand up and ruffle her hair, smiling first at her, then Geonhak.

"Thank you, Neny!!!" She giggles, beaming. "I knew you'd like it! Dada said you would."

"Well Dada was right! I love it, rosebud!" You stand on your tip-toes and Geonhak bends his knees so that you can then press a kiss to Hwayoung's temple. "Alright, let's go get ice cream and go to the park, okay?"

"Yayyy!!!"

You raise your eyebrow at Geonhak, and see that he's grinning so widely, eyes up toward Hwayoung. Your little rosebud.

"Strawberry ice cream, please!" Hwayoung says to the worker of the ice cream parlor. "One scoop please!" she says, holding up one finger. They nod and scoop the ice cream into a cone, and hand it to Hwayoung as Geonhak pays.

"Ready to eat your ice cream, Hwayoung?" you ask. She nods excitedly, licking her lips in anticipation as she stares at the ice cream cone in her hand.

"Alright, done," Geonhak says, a cone of rainbow sherbet ice cream in his hand. "Ready to get walking to the park?"

"Yeah!!!"

"Hwayoung, ice cream's dripping," you say, pointing at the cone. She quickly licks around the top of the cone, catching the ice cream drips. "There you go, rosebud. Can I have a lick?"

"Mmhmm!" Hwayoung raises up her ice cream for you to lick a bit of her ice cream from her cone. "D'you like it?"

"Mmm, yummy. Good choice, rosebud," you hum, reaching up and ruffling her hair.

"Thank you, Neny!"

"Do you want some of mine?" Geonhak asks you, offering you his ice cream cone.

"No thank you, baby." You shake your head and he scrunches his eyebrows and pouts at you.

Hwayoung tugs at Geonhak's hand, and he looks down at her. "Dada, can I ride while we walk?" she asks.

"Alright, rosebud. Y/N, my love, can you hold this for me?" Geonhak asks, and you take his ice cream from his hand.

"Yayyyyyy!!!!!!" Hwayoung hands you her ice cream as well, and Geonhak squats down and lets Hwayoung clamber up his back and onto her seat on his shoulders. You then hand her her ice cream, and she starts licking it wwith her free hand, using the other to stay up on her dad's shoulders.

"Don't drip any of the ice cream onto me, okay Hwayoung?" Geonhak says, laughing. "My love, can I have my ice cream back?"

You quickly lick some of his rainbow sherbet ice cream and his eyes widen.

"Ya! Earlier when I offered, you said no!" he scolds, and you giggle. You and him tease and mess with each other like this all the time

"I changed my mind," you hum, winking and grinning as you hand him his ice cream back. Before he can say anything, you plant a kiss on his cheek. "Love you, baby."

He can't hide his smile, or the way his cheeks get a bit rosy from the kiss.

"Dada, say I love you back!" Hwayoung says, kicking her feet a little bit on his shoulders.

"I love you, my love," Geonhak says to you, his smile soft. "I love you too, Hwayoung."

"Love you too, Dada!!!"

You smile, so content and happy at the sight. Your daughter perched up on her dad, your husband, Geonhak's shoulders. The two of them grinning happily, both with an ice cream cone in hand. Geonhak scrunches his nose and raises his free hand to adjust his glasses. You're so happy with your little family.

The three of you head to the park, Hwayoung giggling from her spot. She finished her ice cream cone within ten minutes. Geonhak, however, only managed to get halfway through his ice cream cone before letting you finish it off.

"You finished your ice cream?" Geonhak asks Hwayoung, holding her legs to keep her steady on his shoulders.

"Yeah," Hwayoung says. "Sticky fingers!"

"Alright, down time for a second," Geonhak says, reaching up to grab her. You see Hwayoung is about to pout when he continues. "Don't worry, rosebud, you'll get to be tall again. I just need to wash your face and hands."

"Mmkayyy!!!"

Geonhak squats down so that Hwayoung can hop off of his back. He brings her off to the side of the sidewalk and pulls out a pack of wipes to clean off the ice cream at the corners of her mouth.

"Sti-cky hands," she sings to herself, and Geonhak laughs gently. "I got sti-cky hands!"

"You do, rosebud," Geonhak says, wiping at her cheeks. "Done with your cute cheeks, Hwayoung. Now I'm gonna un-sticky your fingers. Hand." Geonhak holds out his hand, and Hwayoung gives him her hands to wipe them clean.

"Thank you Dada," she says loudly, grinning widely as Geonhak throws away the wipes in a nearby bin.

"Of course, rosebud. Up?" he asks, bending down.

"Up!" Hwayoung climbs up Geonhak's back and back onto her spot on Geonhak's shoulders. "I'm so tall!" Hwayoung yells, throwing her arms up, and you smile up at her. Geonhak holds her feet to keep her steady.

"Yes, my little rosebud, you are," Geonhak says fondly, and you can feel your heart melt. He looks so content and happy and satisfied.

When you arrive home, you start winding down for the day. Today is your turn to cook dinner, and though Geonhak offered to cook instead--"You had a tiring day at work today, my Love, I don't mind," he had said--you declined and insisted on cooking.

As you cook the rice, you're able to listen to and watch Geonhak as he helps Hwayoung with reading a book to practice reading. He has her sitting on her lap, and she tries to read aloud, and he gently corrects her pronunciation of the hard words.

You smile to yourself. They're so cute together. Geonhak has always loved to coddle Hwayoung since she was first born. He loves her--and you, the whole little family--with his whole heart, and you can see it in every smile he gives you or her.

Geonhak always wanted to have a kid or two, and when Hwayoung was first born, when he first laid eyes on her, he cried even more than you did. He was so happy to first meet his daughter. As Hwayoung grew older throughout the years, Geonhak only grew happier.

After you finish making dinner, you call Hwayoung and Geonhak over to eat. Hwayoung excitedly jumps out of Geonhak's arms and runs over to help you set the table, while Geonhak comes over to stand next to you. He presses a gentle kiss to your cheek.

"What are you thinking about, my love?"

You sigh. "How much I love you and Hwayoung. Our happy little family," you murmur.

He grins and wraps his arm around you. "I love our happy little family, too." He leans forward to press a kiss when he's interrupted by Hwayoung saying--

"Ewwwwww!!! Neny and Dada, no kissing before dinner!!!" she says, sticking out her tongue and scrunching her eyes closed. You grin at Geonhak and he wrinkles his nose at you.

"Go help Hwayoung set up the table, I'll serve up portions on plates," you say, pushing Geonhak away. He blows a quick kiss to you before going to Hwayoung to help her set the table.

"Goodnight, Hwayoung," you say, tucking your daughter beneath her covers. Geonhak stand behind you, waiting for his turn to say goodnight to Hwayoung. He usually goes last because he always takes the longest to say goodnight to her. You press a kiss to her forehead and her nose.

"Goodnight, Neny," Hwayoung says.

"Sweet dreams, mmkay?" you say, poking her nose. She giggles and grins as you stand up and steps away so that Geonhak can kneel down next to the bed in your place.

"Hwayoung, my little rosebud," he says. He picks up her stuffed fox toy, Tamarack, which lays next to her, and touches its nose to hers, before handing it to her. "Tamarack will protect you from the bed bugs and the monster under your bed tonight."

"Mmhmm!!!"

"Goodnight, my rosebud," Geonhak says. "Sweet dreams, dream of . . ." He pauses to consider. "Ice cream. Strawberry ice cream with chocolate drizzle. And Tamarack. And dance parties! Dance parties with your uncles."

"Yes, Dada," Hwayoung says. He presses a kiss to her forehead, and walks with you to the door. "Goodnight Neny! Goodnight Dada!"

You close her door and smile to yourself.

"It's bedtime for us, too," Geonhak says, taking your hand. "I have a schedule tomorrow, and you have work early in the morning."

You nod and cringe. "Yeah . . . work. As Hwayoung would say, 'Ewwwwww!'" You make a disgusted face at the word and Geonhak laughs, leading you by the hand to your shared bedroom.

"I love you, Y/Nie."

"And I love you, Geonhak."

You and Geonhak get ready for bed and climb beneath the covers to get to sleep. You notice Geonhak is staring at you, smiling, and you raise your eyebrows at him.

"What're you smiling at, Hak?" you ask. He closes his eyes and wrinkles his nose a bit, smiling contently.

"You two are my whole world, Y/Nie," Geonhak says. "You and Hwayoung. You're my whole world, and nothing can replace you two. I love you, Y/N."

You lean forward and kiss the tip of his nose. "I love you too, Geonhak. Sleep. Work tomorrow."

He hums and wraps his arms around you. "Goodnight, my love," he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

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hongjonghosblog · 3 years

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A/N:Hi, babe!!!! Your request is here!!!! I hope you enjoy this!!!!! Also, please gain some self-confidence!!!! You should love your body, just because you are incredible the way you are, babe!!!!

When their s/o starves herself (Oneus reaction)

Genre: Reaction

Word count: Unknown

Gifs are not mine. Credits to their incredible owners.

Ravn:

~you had always had a very low self-confidence and he was informed about that

~he was always trying to persuade you that you are totally perfect just the way you are, but all of his efforts had been wasted

~someday, he found you trying to make yourself sick, something that made him panicked and he made the decision to call an ambulance and take you to the hospital

~he was on your side during the whole day and you were really thankful to him when you finally got cured

Seoho:

~"I am not going to leave you alone until you eat all of your food! Please, baby!!!! I cooked it just for you!!! Do me this favour!!!", Seoho nagged, but he could not change your mind

~"Seoho, look at me! I have gained a lot of weight this month! I should come back to the normal! I don't want to wear the large clothes size!", you begged him to leave, but he denied

~"Baby, your body is the same as the previous month! You have not gained any weight! Also, who says that it is normal to starve yourself, just to look good? I ensure that you look perfect the way you are! Now, eat this! Or I am going to feed you! And you don't want this!", he said

~"Thank you for caring about me!!!", you said and you smiled. "This is what a good boyfriend does! Eat it now, Y/N!", he said and he put the plate closer to you

Leedo:

~"Y/N!", he screamed, when he came back from the dance practice and he found you laid on the ground

~"Y/N, please, talk to me!". You were not able to talk, because you had lost your senses

~when you finally woke up, Leedo was right above you. " What happened, Y/N?", he asked you. "It's just... It seems like was starving myself for a lot of days and I should not have overdone it...", you said. "Oh my gosh, Y/N! You are such a fool, my love! Why would you starve yourself?"

~"I just want to look pretty for you!", you said and you started crying. "Babygirl, you are already pretty! You don't need to do all of these! Come on now! I am to order you some pizzas! You should be really hungry!", Leedo said and helped you to stand up

Keonhee:

~you had made the decision to go out for lunch with your boyfriend, Keonhee. He had made this suggestion and you couldn't reject

~you just had in your mind that you were not going to eat nothing but just a salad

~"Why didn't you order anything, baby? You are going to be hungry afterwards if you eat only a salad!", he said. "I do not eat a lot these days, because I have gained some weight and I want to lose it!", you said

~"Oh, no! You didn't say this! Girl, what are you doing with your body? Skipping meals just to look "perfect" is the worst thing to do! Stop it now! I am going to help you end this!". You were not able to say a word, as he ordered you food. "You eat this and then we are buying ice cream! Come on! Do it quickly!"

Hwanwoong:

~"Hwanwoong, I am going to start a diet!", you announced to your boyfriend. Hearing those words, Hwanwoong was really surprised because of your decision. That's why he asked you to tell him the reason why you were going to do this

~"Look at me! I AM FAT! All of my friends look like super models! I can't go out with them and be ashamed of my own body!", you said

~"You must be kidding me right now, Y/N! Are you listening to your words? Are you feeling bad, because your friends don't have the same body as you? You are not going to start this diet! I don't want you to be like them!", he shouted

~"But, Hwanwoong...". "And if you try to starve yourself in another way, I will be here to stop you! You should finally love yourself, Y/N!", he said and he came close to hug you

Xion:

~it was really shocking for him that he found you swallowing pills, without a doctor's advice

~"Tell me right now the reason why you do it! Do you want to die? Thanks goodness I came back home! Y/N, where did you find them?", Xion shouted

~"They are pills that help you lose weight! I just wanted to change this ugly body! I totally hate it! The only thing I want is to get rid of it!", you said and you started crying

~"Baby, this is really serious! If I was late, you might have been dead! Please, stop! Think logically! You are perfect! Your body is perfect! Now, let's get rid of these pills!", he said and he thrown the pills away

The end

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the-golden-choice · 3 years

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✩oneus masterlist✩

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princessthotty · 4 years

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ONEUS

Villa Dell'amore Series

♡°♡°♡°♡

Chatch Me (RAVN)

// Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 //

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yo-imnot-usingthis-bloganymore · 5 years

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y'all okay so i stayed up til 4 am last night and the last thing i did was watch fiFTEEN leedo x xion moments videos... see the thing is i knew about the ship but had never shipped it myself until i was LESS THAN ONE MINUTE into the first video and i was like "oH my gOd oTP OTP THEYRE SO FREAKIN CUTE" cuz i mean 🥺 xionnie always tries to bite leedo and they're always hugging or holding hands or resting their heads on each other's shoulders and eVERY TIME someone else touches xion leedo shows up like "DONT TOUCH MY BABY" and it's just so.... hhhHHHHHHHHHH CUTE

#hhhh #oneus #leedo #xion #kim gunhak #son dongju #leedo x xion #leeon #gunhak x dongju #oneus fanfiction #ravn #seoho #keonhee #hwanwoong

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chocolatemin · 5 years

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TIME (ONEUS FANTASY AU)

AMBER'S POV

Once I got inside, the passage immediately shut. Sigh. Why does that always happen? Am I in a sort of horror movie? Cold wind brushed against my cheek caused me to shiver and snap back to reality.

I looked to my surroundings and everything is covered with thick snow while the sky is pale. "Winter?" It's very cold that I can barely move from my position. I hugged myself due to intense coldness. "Why didn't Xion tell me about this?" I started walking trying my best to ignore the freezing wind. "Thank goodness, I am wearing this black leather boots, my feet could've been stuck as soon as I stepped here!" I whispered triumphantly to myself. I can't find any other way except heading straight so I didn't bother to trouble myself.

I was walking and walking until it started to snow, I pulled my hoodie up to lessen the chance of me getting sick due to excessive coldness. I just keep walking as I lost track of time, maybe an hour or two had passed already... I wasn't able to notice that the road is quite bumpy. I slipped and fell down to the pile of snow and landed on my butt. "Ow, ow, not too cold! Ouch, it burns!" I looked up and saw a large, human-sized raven looking down at me with its clawed hand offered to me. I got startled and moved back from it. "Do you want my help or not?" I got more shocked when I heard him speak but regained my composure and took his hand, the feeling of his scaled skin and claw fingers are foreign which sent chills to my body. I thanked him for helping me and apologized for my behavior. "Have you broken some bones?" "Fortunately, I haven't, thank you for your concern." I hesitantly smiled to the large black bird from the crow family.

"By the way, my name is Ravn and don't be afraid, I don't bite." He suddenly turned into a human-like appearance. He has pretty eyes that compliments his other features well. "I'm Amber, I'm looking for the way out of here and was kinda lost, perhaps do you know any exits?" "I do, there's a town plaza nearby the castle, at the back of the castle is the Forest of the Lost which I had heard rumors of having an exit somewhere." "Can you help me go to that place?" "Sure. I'm heading there too. Just follow me." He smiled at me and pulled me beside him before we started walking.

"Do you live here?" I curiously asked him. "Yes." He replied briefly. "Uh, about earlier, why were you in that appearance?" "Oh, I'm sorry about that, it was too cold at that part of the land and was snowing heavily at the woods so I used my hybrid form to keep me warm." "Ah, I see. So I'm guessing you are not a human?" "Not really. I'm from the Human-Crow family, to be specific, the Ravens." "Woah, I think that's cool." "Well, I ain't gonna deny it." I looked up to him and he smiled cheekily. "Why did you choose to walk instead of flying?" "I'm still weak as of now and I cannot fly yet. I had just recovered from cold and fever." "What? Then you shouldn't be here, you could have just stayed home!" I got worried but he reassured me, "I was looking for a certain fruit to cure me, and fortunately I found it and ate it right away. I'm all good now." "You sure?" "Yeah. Don't worry."

We walked in comfortable silence and talked occasionally, it's very easy to make a conversation with him and it wasn't awkward, as if we had known each other for some time. We reached the seventeen o'clock as said on the huge clock in the middle of the plaza. It is not like any other clocks that are up to twelve only, instead, it is up to eighteen. It was really weird. "I'm going to buy dry ingredients at the market. Is it okay for you to wait a bit?" "No problem, I am looking for a botique, is it possible to find it here?" "Yup, are you going to buy clothes for you? Do you have money, I can lend you some if you want." "Don't worry, I have some with me besides I can't stand the coldness wearing these clothes." I sighed and shook my head earning a chuckle from him. "Yeah, yeah, I'll take you there after I buy the ingredients, is it okay?" "It's okay, I don't mind waiting." I smiled at him.

—

Ravn told me to change my clothes in the bathroom. I thought there isn't enough water for them since it's currently winter but I was wrong. The pump has lots of water. Ravn even heated water for me incase I wanted to take a quick bath. As I am taking a quick bath I suddenly remembered the clock on the town plaza, why is it up to eighteen? I'll ask Ravn after. I changed into a white long sleeve ruffle blouse and fitted dress pants that I bought from the botique. It is old fashioned but simple. Ravn told me to just leave my clothes on the small table inside the bathroom. Before I leave, I made sure that the place is clean. I left bathroom feeling warm and refreshed.

I headed to the kitchen where Ravn is preparing the plates. "I'm done, thank you for letting me use the bathroom." "No problem, come here, sit down." He motioned me to sit on the chair opposite to him, "I prepared dinner." I sat down and thanked him. After we ate, I volunteered to clean the dishes while he get changed which he agreed hesistantly not wanting to bother me but I insisted.

"Are you done yet, Amber?" Ravn asked me when he got out of the bathroom. "Yes." I replied as I am drying my hands using the hand towel on the cupboard. He sat down on one of the chairs at the dining table. "Amber, please sit down, I have some questions to ask you." He said sternly which made me quite nervous, so I sat down quickly, "What is it?" "Helping you and letting you stay here doesn't mean I trust you fully and I'm not suspicious, right?" "Well, yeah. I'm still a stranger to you." "I don't want to hurt your feelings." "No, no, not at all. Go ahead."

"What are you?" Ravn realized his question, "I'm sorry it came off like that." "It's okay. I am just a mere human. Next question please." "You said you were kinda lost. How did you end up here?" "Well, I... uh, I entered a gate and was transported here. I don't know if you'll believe that but it's true." "Oh, I see. Are you aware of this place? I bet you don't know anything about the Winter Realm." "It is true that I don't." He sighed at my answer. "Be thankful that I'm the one who found you, if it was the werewolves hybrid, they could have killed you." My body shivered thinking of it. "But why would they kill me?" "They aren't very welcoming to strangers. Plus, you also look suspicious so they'll probably put you to painful death." I cringed at the thought of them tearing my body apart.

"I'm done asking questions, if you want, you can ask me too." My insides calmed down after he said that. "Then, where am I really? What kind of place is this?" My eyebrows furrowed unintentionally. "You're in Winter Realm, and obviously it's winter here. Wherein the season through out the whole year is winter." "What?!" "Yes." "How do you survive in this place? If the snowing is all-year round?" "Most of the citizens here are hybrids, humans are very rare here. And I'm not the only one from the Human-Crow family living here, we're a lot. Also, the werewolves hybrid are living here too. They are the knights of the castle while some of the human-crows are messengers and servants. Some of the hybrids us are just like me, a commoner." Woah, his house is quite big for a commoner's, that's what I thought. "Does that mean that the workers on the botique I bought these clothes, are not human? How about you?" He nodded and I gasped, if Ravn wasn't with me, maybe they won't sell clothes to me. "I sometimes have a duty in the castle as a cook or whatever they need for a special occasion like grand balls, meeting other diplomats but I work part-time on a small restaurant at the town plaza every 27 o'clock until 32."

"Oh, speaking of time, why is the clock up to eighteen?" "Are you referring to the clock on the plaza?" I nod. "It is because a day is equivalent to thirty-six hours, but! The daytime is 'til 12 o'clock only, then the rest is nighttime. That's total of 24 hours of night." "Then, what time is it now?" He looked to the window at the living room and squinted his eyes. "Hmm, according to the clock outside, it's currently passed twenty one o'clock ." "Isn't it late already?" "Not really. Why do you ask?" "In the place where I originally live, it's actually time to sleep by twenty one o'clock." "Really? You may sleep at my bed upstairs." "It's okay. I will just sleep at the couch. Can you take me to the forest later instead?" "That won't be a problem. It's actually my nap time, and I take my naps on the couch." "Oh, then I guess I'll be sleeping on the bed, you may have the couch." We both sat up and I reluctantly went to the three-stepped stairs while he's heading to the living room. "I told you, just sleep on the bed." He laughed while I climb the stairs, I just smiled at him and head to his room. I left the door half-closed since I'm not used to sleeping not in my room and for him to be able to enter without the need to knock.

I can't fall asleep yet so I stood up and went over to the window. The neighbourhood looks peaceful at night, I wonder, what are they doing too? Some are in their houses, while the others have their lights turned off. After admiring the view for some time, sleepiness finally kicked in and I immediately dozed off as I laid down myself.

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"Amber, you ready?" Ravn asked me after I finished gathering the things I needed. "Well, the keys are here, the coins too, the fruits I bought earlier and the water bladder you gave me. I'm ready to go!" I replied to him happily and put on my sling bag. "Wait!" "Why?" I furrowed my eyebrows at him. "Take this lamp and this dagger, you can't just go to a forest without anything to protect you, especially at night!" He handed me the lamp and the dagger with a smile. I tied the dagger to my waist and hid it under my cloak. "What time is it?" "It's 26:13. I think we need to go now." "I believe so. Let's go?" Ravn opened the door to his house and let me step outside first.

—

Ravn flew me to the back of the castle and we landed safely. I climbed down from him before he transformed back to his human form, "Thank you for this, I cannot give anything back except these coins." I took the purse from my bag and handed it to him, he pushes it back to me saying he's fine but I grabbed his hand, placed the purse on it and shoved it to him and smiled, "No, I insist, take those. I have the half of it in my bag." Lie, I only left a quarter on my bag. "Well, I don't have a choice, you're too persistent." We both laughed knowing he won't win this arguement with me.

"Thank you so much Ravn for everything you did... From helping me on my way to the town, letting me stay the night, to bringing me here. I wish I could have given you anything aside from those coins." "It's alright, Amber. I'm glad I was able to help you. It's our family's rule— to help anyone in need without seeking for something in return." He plastered a smile. "Thank you again, but I think you need to head back or you'll be late for your work and might get paid less than you should have." I replied in a concerned tone, afraid he might think I'm shooing him away. His eyes went wide, looks like he had forgotten it already, I chuckled at the sight. "Oh right, I totally forgot about it, thank you for reminding me. I need to go, bye Amber." He waved to me and quickly transformed into a black raven spreading its magnificent wings. I waved back at him and he looked at me one last time before flying away.

I marched towards the inside of the said forest with excitement and nervousness. The only things I hear are the sound of crickets, owls and my own footsteps. I countinued walking until I heard a howling sound from afar. I got startled and stopped on my tracks for a while. Sure, walking at night– in the woods, with a small light and all alone? Isn't really scary. As I walked deeper and deeper to the forest, the growling of the animal became less and less faint until I spotted a creature not far from me. Its body is covered with black smoke and its eyes are glowing yellow. I stopped on my tracks to prevent further noise and hid the lamp beside me, hoping that the creature won't notice the light and come towards me. Unfortunately, it started walking to my direction causing me to flinch and drop the lamp I was carrying. It jumped infront of me and I wasn't able to move due to fear taking over me.

"Grrr, what is a lady doing here at night? Mayhaps you don't want to be able to see the sunlight tomorrow, eh?" It growled louder and before I could talk it lunged infront of me causing me to fall to the ground. "Please, spare my life." "Ha! You wish. Now, say goodbye." The creature, which somewhat look alike to a lion and wolf at the same time, slowly brings its face closer and opened its mouth widely. Is this where I end already?

-END OF CHAPTER-

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ao3feed-ateez · 4 years

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by YunhosFlower

You and Yeosang are friends.

Best friends.

That's all you've ever been... and all you'll ever be...

Right?

Words: 1688, Chapters: 1/18, Language: English

Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band), ONEUS (Band)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Kang Yeosang, Choi San, Jeong Yunho, Song Mingi, Jung Wooyoung, Choi Jongho, Kim Hongjoong, Park Seonghwa, ATEEZ Ensemble, Original Female Character(s), Kim Gunhak, Leedo, Oneus - Character

Relationships: Kang Yeosang/Reader, Jung Wooyoung/Reader, Kim Gunhak/Reader, Leedo/Reader

Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Slow Build, AU, soft, Fanfiction, ATEEZ - Freeform, oneus - Freeform

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starlit-serenade · 4 years

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Along the Red Thread | Masterlist

🧣 Summary: It is said that a red thread connects people who are soulmates and destined to be lovers, regardless of place and circumstances. What makes this difficult is that you stopped believing in love a long time ago. OR. You go to Korea for the first time to visit your father. There, a mysterious red thread that seemingly only you can see shows up randomly when you least expect it, and you meet a childhood friend you’d never thought you would see again.

🧣 Pairing: Reader x Kim Geonhak (Leedo) / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Kim Geonhak (Leedo); Kim Youngjo (Ravn); Lee Seoho (Seoho); Lee Keonhee (Keonhee); Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong); Son Dongju/Xion; a couple of OCs;

🧣 Rated: T / Warnings: Mentions of divorce (Y/N’s parents); Mentions of abuse (physical); Instances of abuse (non-physical); Mentions of child abuse; Swearing / Genre: Angst; Fluff; Soulmate!AU (Red Thread of Fate); ChildhoodBestFriends!AU; Happy Ending;

🧣 Start Date (Expected): Wednesday, October 7, 2020 / End Date (Expected): ???

🧣 A/N: Y/N should be about 20ish and Geonhak should be 21ish? Assume that this takes place the summer after Valkyrie, so ONEUS just finished promoting Twilight. There is no explicit intentional physical abuse in this fic. If mentions of child abuse are triggering to you, please do not read this fic. Thank you.

《 ONEUS Masterlist // Boy Group Masterlist 》

🧣 Teaser

🧣 Chapter 1 - 1,991 words

🧣 Chapter 2 - 2,013 words

🧣 Chapter 3 - 4,342 words

🧣 Chapter 4 - 3,500 words

🧣 Chapter 5 - 2,552 words

🧣 Chapter 6 - 4,303 words

🧣 Chapter 7

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starlit-serenade · 3 years

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Along the Red Thread | Chapter 5

🧣 Summary: It is said that a red thread connects people who are soulmates and destined to be lovers, regardless of place and circumstances. What makes this difficult is that you stopped believing in love a long time ago. OR. You go to Korea to visit your father after several years. There, a mysterious red thread that seemingly only you can see shows up when you least expect it, and you meet a childhood friend you’d never thought you would see again.

🧣 Chapter 5: 2,552 words

《 Boy Group Masterlist // ONEUS Masterlist // Series Masterlist 》

It's been about a week and a half since Geonhak first joined you to take Sunho to school. Since then, Geonhak has been accompanying you both almost every school day, waking up early to meet you outside of the apartment and ride the bus with you and Sunho. Sunho loves it. He tells Geonhak about the games he plays, the books he's read, the stuff he's learning in class.

Some days, after dropping off Sunho with you, Geonhak will head to his dorm or to his practice. But on those days where you didn't want to return to your father's apartment, Geonhak would take you wherever you wanted to go, for as long as you wanted to be out. Whether it was just for some drinks, or to hang out at his dorm with him and his members. Seoho has, indeed, told you many embarrassing stories about Geonhak. Which provoked Geonhak to chase him around. Sometimes, you even get to watch them practice at their studio.

You and Sunho sit next to each other at the dinner table. Your father sits across from you, and Sooyeon sits across from Sunho. All of your plates are mostly empty from a filling dinner made by Sooyeon.

"Today, we practiced multiplication," Sunho says to you. "Areum helped me with it. She's better at it than me."

"Really?" you ask, grinning. "You can ask me if you need help. I know a bit about multiplication."

Sunho taps his feet excitedly. "Does Mr. Kim know multiplication?"

You pretend to think about it. "Hm. He should. Do you want him to help you practice?" Sunho nods, and you grin. "If you ask me, it seems like you like Mr. Kim more than you like me," you say, tickling him. He giggles.

"No! You're the one who reads to me every night."

"Who's Mr. Kim?" your father asks, interrupting. You look at him, and he asks again. "Who's Mr. Kim?"

"Oh, uh . . ."

You hesitate. You don't know why you don't want to tell him. Maybe it's because you want to separate your life at home from your time with Geonhak. Maybe it's because after all of this time you've spent with Geonhak and his group members, they've become almost a second family, your home, a safe place. And when you're with them, your father and Sooyeon vanish. Just for a moment. And you want to keep that safe. You don't want your father asking Geonhak to join a family dinner, and make you face the reality that you only really have one family.

"No one," you say. "Just a friend."

Your father tilts his head curiously. He looks at Sooyeon. "Clean the dishes, won't you?" he asks her. Sooyeon nods, standing up, and takes all of the dishes from the table. You hear the sound of the running water of the sink, as your father leans forward over the table.

Besides. You're an adult, and haven't seen your father properly in years. It's not like you owe him an explanation for anything.

"He's just a friend," you say.

"And how did you meet this friend here? You've only been here for a month and a half."

You shake your head. You don't have the energy to explain it. And you don't need to explain it to him.

"I need some space." You get up from the table and head for your room, and you can hear the sound of your father's chair being pushed backward as he stands up to follow you.

"Y/N, you're supposed to be able to tell me everything. I'm your father."

If you weren't so busy trying to get some distance between you and your father, you'd roll your eyes. Ideally, you'd be able to tell your father everything and everything. But you haven't spent real quality time with him since the start of high school. And he isn't exactly close to you fatherly-wise.

You push open your door and try to slam it shut behind you. But just before the door closes, the door swings back twice as hard, the handle hitting you right in the hip and the edge of the door itself slamming into your lower arm and knocking you back, and you wince in pain, holding onto your arm.

"Fuck," you mumble.

That's gonna bruise.

You step back and place your hand on the bed to maintain balance. You glare at your father. He's staring at you in a way that makes you feel so small. You don't speak a word, as his eyes fall onto your arm. His expression changes.

"Ah, shit. Y/N, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to--"

"Just go," you say. You move to sit on your bed before lying down, not looking at him. "I'm tired. Please just go."

There's silence. Then, you hear the door close, and you relax, shutting your eyes tight. You just want to fall asleep. Maybe in the morning, you'll wake up and realize that it was you who was being unreasonable, or you overreacting.

Today, you and Geonhak are sitting at a table at the back of the library, after having taken Sunho to school. You two are pouring over a comic book together, snickering at the funny parts between sips of the cold drinks before you.

You two have been sitting there for the past three hours already. Time really flies when you spend time with him. He makes you so happy. Even when you two are walking in silence, not talking, you feel satisfied.

You know that you don't see him as just a friend now. He makes you so happy. Whenever you see him at the beginning of the day, when he shows up to take Sunho to school with you, you feel the butterflies burst in your stomach. You've never felt as safe with anyone as you do with Geonhak.

As your book comes to an end, you place it aside and check your phone. It's about 11:30AM.

"We should get ready to go," you say. "I have some readings to finish before I go back home."

"Maybe you could come over to the dorm?" Geonhak suggests. "I could make you some lunch. And you could do your studies at my dorm. If you want."

You grin. "Sure. I'd like that."

Geonhak sits next to you as you work on your computer on the couch. Two windows are open on your screen, one with your reading and one to take notes on. Your sandwich lays half eaten on a plate on the table in front of you.

"Sunho was talking, yesterday, about wanting you to help him with subtraction," you say to Geonhak.

"Oh, really? I'd love to."

"I know." You glance at Geonhak. While you've been looking at your computer screen, you've been somewhat aware of Geonhak's eyes on you the entire time. You don't know why he's been watching you this whole time,and you don't want to ask.

You reach over your computer for your sandwich, and your arm bumps the top of the screen, right where the door had hit you last night after your father threw it open. It did end up bruising, as did the spot on your hip. But the one on your hip wasn't as bad.

You wince and lift your arm a bit, and instead reach around your computer instead of over. You don't want to worry Geonhak, and pray that he didn't see or notice. But you weren't so lucky.

"Huh?" Geonhak looks at you. "Are you okay?"

"Oh, yeah. I just . . . I hurt my arm yesterday is all."

Geonhak carefully takes your hand in his, watching you to make sure you're okay with it. When you don't stop him, he slides your sleeve up your arm and inspects the purple bruise carefully.

"You did this to yourself?" he asks, looking up at you with concern, his fingers gently tracing the outline of the bruise. You can't lie to him. You don't want to. And, to be honest, you don't think your brain or mouth will let you.

"Well . . . no, not exactly," you say, shaking your head.

"Who did this?"

You hesitate.

You don't want Geonhak to think you're friends with him just because you still need help coping with your family problems. And you definitely don't want to be a burden.

Your mouth doesn't let you lie.

"My dad hit me with the door yesterday," you admit.

Geonhak looks furious. "He did what? Y/N, I thought--"

"I don't think he meant to do it," you blurt out. "I mean--I don't think he meant to hurt me. He was just mad."

"That's the case every time," Geonhak says, staring into your eyes. "It's always that 'he was just mad.' But that's not an excuse for him to hurt you."

You stare back at Geonhak, and nod. You know he's right. That your father is hurting you, and at this point, it doesn't matter if he means to or not.

"You're right."

After a second, he takes your hands in his reassuringly, and looks you right in the eyes. "Hey. Y/Nie. Do you want to stay here tonight? I don't want you going back there, if you aren't going to be safe."

You look up at him. You almost want to say yes. But you also don't want to. On one hand, you want to spend more time with him. He makes you happy. You trust Geonhak more than anyone else.

But on the other hand, you don't trust him completely. Or anyone. You've given up on that. When the person you were supposed to trust most, your own parent, broke your trust, how can you trust anyone else like that?

You smile, pulling your hands away from him, and you shake your head.

"It's alright," you say. "Thank you for the offer, Hak, really. But like I said earlier, I'd like to give him one more chance. And I don't want to be a bother to you or your members, so if something happens, I'll just get a hotel room someplace," you say.

He tilts his head curiously and frowns. "You won't be a bother, Y/N. The members love you, trust me. Seoho definitely loves telling you about my embarrassing moments," he says grinning.

You smile, but shake your head. "Thank you, Geonhak. But really, I think I'll stay at a hotel if something happens."

Geonhak sighs, then nods, pulling his hand away from yours, and you feel yourself deflate a bit. "I'm always here if you need me, okay Y/Nie?"

"Of course."

You two continue to hang out a bit longer, until it's time for you to pick up Sunho from his school and for Geonhak to head to his work. You wish him a good day of practice, and leave to walk to Sunho's school on your own.

You have no idea where your mind is as you walk. It seems to be wandering everywhere, so much that you're barely aware of where you're going. You're on autopilot as you walk to Sunho's school. It's a wonder you don't accidentally walk into a lamp post

You know that you like Geonhak. You know that you have romantic feelings for him, however small. But right now, the last thing you want to do is act on them.

Growing up as a small kid, you had looked up to your parents. At first, you'd thought they were the best couple ever--seeing that parents are supposed to be their kids' role model.

But naturally, as your parents' marriage fell apart, so did your idea of love. How could you trust anyone with your heart when one of the people you were supposed to trust the most--your own father--already had broken your trust? You don't know if you're able to trust anyone like that. At least, for now. For you, you're happier just being friends with someone who you want to be more with.

But you also don't want to spend so much time close to Geonhak that you fall deeper in your feelings. Spending another night with him will make you want to spend another, and another. And you're too worried that that'll lead to you two being more than friends. Which you're not ready for.

You look up and realize you're at your destination. The gates leading to the school are there before you, standing a little taller than you are.

You stand, waiting outside of the gates in front of Sunho's school, like a parent waiting for their kid. You're a couple minutes early, so you're waiting, listening to your music while staring in the direction of the school while you think about how you like Geonhak but don't want to like Geonhak.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a small ring! from your phone. You look down, frowning, and you see that you just received a text from Geonhak. You click the message to see what he said.

Geonhak 🐥: The members were asking about you. They say hi and they hope you're doing well!

Above the text is a selfie Geonhak took. You can see Youngjo, Seoho and Dongju beside him, as well as Keonhee and Hwanwoong reflected in the mirror behind him. They're all smiling brightly, waving, making peace signs or hearts and silly faces. You can't help but smile. He and his members are all so sweet, and you can't help but smile dumbly as you type a text back.

You: Aww! Tell them thank you for me! 💕

You: And thank you for spending time with me today.

Just after you send the second text, you can hear the bell ring in the distance, signaling the end of Sunho's school day. A couple minutes pass as some students start exiting. They run to their waiting older parents or siblings. As you continue looking over the kids, you spot him.

Sunho is talking to two friends next to him. One little girl, who you recognize as his best friend Areum, and another kid who you don't know the name of. Sunho sees you, waves goodbye to his friend, and runs over to you.

"Hi Y/Nie!" he says, running over to grab your hand. "I can't wait to tell you about what I learned today! And Mr. Kim!"

You smile as you lead him to the bus stop. "I can't wait to hear it. And I'm sure Mr. Kim will be happy to hear it tomorrow before school, too!"

"Yeah!" He grins widely. "Can I show you at home?"

You grin. "Of course. Sunho," you say. You look up at the sky. The sun is bearing down on you. It's hot as hell today. You look down at Sunho. "How about we go and get you some ice cream. Does that sound good?"

"Yes please!"

You smile, leading the way toward the ice cream place you've gone once with Geonhak and Sunho.

You don't know what it is, but you find so much joy in pampering and treating Sunho. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you didn't get enough affection from your father, and you've seen that your father doesn't give Sunho any attention either. You want to give Sunho everything you lacked as a child.

You smile softly down at Sunho.

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Dance With Me | Masterlist

💙 Summary: After visiting the members of ONEUS during their dance practice, you find yourself inspired to learn to dance. You ask your friend Kim Geonhak to teach you.

💙 Chapters: 8

💙 Pairing: Reader x Kim Geonhak (Leedo) / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Kim Geonhak (Leedo); Son Dongju (Xion); Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong); Lee Keonhee (Keonhee); Lee Seoho (Seoho); Kim Youngjo (Ravn);

💙 Rated: T for some minor swearing / Warnings: Minor Swearing; Jealousy (Later in the fic) / Genre: Fluff; Minor Angst (it's just pining); Friends-To-Lovers; Happy Ending;

💙 Start Date: July 7, 2020 / End Date: July 30, 2020

💙 A/N: Reposting because half of the chapters and the masterlist disappeared.

《 ONEUS Masterlist // Boy Group Masterlist 》

💙 Chapter 1 - 2,386 words

💙 Chapter 2 - 2,174 words

💙 Chapter 3 - 2,067 words

💙 Chapter 4 - 2,288 words

💙 Chapter 5 - 2,242 words

💙 Chapter 6 - 2,483 words

💙 Chapter 7 - 2,479 words

💙 Chapter 8 - 2,754 words

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Along the Red Thread | Chapter 4

🧣 Summary: It is said that a red thread connects people who are soulmates and destined to be lovers, regardless of place and circumstances. What makes this difficult is that you stopped believing in love a long time ago. OR. You go to Korea to visit your father after several years. There, a mysterious red thread that seemingly only you can see shows up when you least expect it, and you meet a childhood friend you’d never thought you would see again.

🧣 Chapter 4: 3,500 words

《 Boy Group Masterlist // ONEUS Masterlist // Series Masterlist 》

You wake up early in the morning to the sun in your eyes. This room isn't familiar. It isn't your bedroom at home. And it isn't the bedroom at your father's apartment.

It takes you a moment to remember that this is Kim Geonhak's dorm with his group members, and that, after getting in an argument with your father, Geonhak allowed you to sleep on their couch.

You sit up and rub your eyes. You're still wearing the white T-shirt that Geonhak lent you. It's several sizes too big for you, and is very comfortable.

You hear the door open, and suddenly someone emerges from the bedroom door next to the couch. Kim Youngjo, the brown haired man you had met last night, comes out from the bedroom. He's wearing sweatpants and a white T-shirt with a design on the front.

"Oh, good morning," he says. He smiles his warm smile as he moves across the room toward the kitchen. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, I did, thank you," you say.

"Would you like breakfast?" he asks. "I don't make the best eggs out of the group--that's Geonhak--but I'm a close second."

You shake your head. "No thank you. I should probably head home, I don't want to be a bother and overstay my welcome."

"Oh, don't worry," Youngjo says. "We're all happy to have you here. Any friend of Geonhak is a friend of ours. Besides, he really likes you. You must have been really good friends when you were kids."

"He was there for me when no one else was," you say. "From when my father would scream at me and my mother for getting in his way. When my parents would fight and I couldn't stand it. When my parents finally got divorced after years of fighting. He was there for me, as a shoulder to cry on, a second home to stay at. He was my best friend. He was my home," you explain.

"That's sweet of him. I would tell you that he's a warm, sweet and kind person beneath his intimidating appearance, but it seems you already know that," Youngjo says. "And I don't know you well, but if you need any help, I am always open to talk to."

"Thank you. Like I said, though, I should get going. My father might be worried about me," you say. You've already gathered your clothes and put on your coat. "Thank you for letting me stay."

"Thank you for blessing us with your presence," he jokes. He walks over to the front door and holds the door open for you as you leave. "Stay safe on your way home."

"Thank you, Youngjo."

You exit and wave goodbye as Youngjo closes the door behind you. Then you sigh and walk down and out, bracing yourself for whatever you might encounter when you get back to your father's apartment.

The door creaks open and you push into the living room. Besides your light, careful footsteps, there isn't a single sound. Which isn't too much of a surprise. It's the weekend, so Sunho doesn't have school and neither of his parents, your father nor Sooyeon, have work today.

You head to your bedroom, close the door behind you, and plug in your phone to charge. There, you see several texts and calls from your father that you'd ignored from last night, begging you to return.

Last night, you had not felt safe at all. You'd wanted to stay at a hotel, but none were open. Perhaps you should stay at a hotel for the rest of your stay here in Korea. Maybe you would be--or at least feel--safer at a hotel.

As you start packing your stuff, suitcase on your bed with clothes folded inside, you don't hear the footsteps in the hallway. What you do hear is the door opening behind you. You turn around again and see your father, dressed in his work clothes, standing in the doorway.

"Y/N, where have you been all night? Your Eomma and I were up until midnight waiting for you last night," he says. His eyes drift over behind you, and settle on your suitcase. "Where are you going?

"I was thinking I might get a room at a hotel and stay there until I go home," you say, turning back to the suitcase, intentionally not meeting his eyes.

"What? Why?" he asks. You don't respond, not trusting your own voice. You're a little afraid that if you try to speak, your voice will break and you'll collapse from the inside out.

"Because of our argument last night?" your father asks, and you're already feeling bad for even thinking about staying elsewhere. "Y/N, are you kidding? It was an argument, leaving last night wasn't necessary--wanting to stay at a hotel isn't necessary!" He pauses. "Look. Y/N. I know that things have been difficult between us for the past few years. But I haven't seen you properly for so long, akd now you want to leave in the middle of your visit? Y/N, be reasonable. Please, I won't yell anymore. I just wanted you to try with your Eomma . . ."

There's a long silence, and you're left to respond to him. You feel so bad for leaving last night. It was unreasonable. It is unreasonable for you to want to leave . . .

You turn around, head hanging. You still can't look him in the eyes, but now it's much more because of shame.

"I'm . . . I'm sorry. You're right," you mumble, barely recognizing your own voice. You feel so small, sounds so small.

"It's alright," you hear your father say. "I have to finish getting ready for work, but how about you finish packing and relax. I'll take you, Eomma and Sunho out to a nice dinner tonight. How does that sound?"

You nod, but you really don't know what you think. Your brain is lagging behind a bit, you almost feel like you aren't in control of your body and mind. You feel lost.

"Perfect. And, do you think you could take Sunho to school today? He was asking about you all night after you left, I think he would want you to take him," your father says. Deep down, you know that this is your father manipulating you to stay through your little, five year old half brother. But on the other hand, you do care about Sunho.

"Sure," you say.

"Great."

Your father leaves the bedroom, and once you hear the door close, you blink and look up. You're back in control, but now you're just confused.

"I guess I'm staying," you mumble to yourself.

You remove everything from the suitcase and put them back where they were before. Really, you're confused about the past few minutes. You walked into this apartment this morning, expecting to leave with your things and get a room at a hotel where you'd feel so much physically and mentally safer. Instead, you have spoken to your father and somehow agreed to stay here.

After you finish folding your clothes again, you sit on your bed and lean with your back against the headboard and grab your phone. You can see several texts from 'Geonhak 🐥'. You click to see what he wrote.

Geonhak 🐥: Hey, where are you?

Geonhak 🐥: Are you okay? Are you safe?

Geonhak 🐥: Youngjo said you went home. I hope you're okay and safe. Please let me know.

Geonhak 🐥: Call me if you can? Let me know if you're ok.

You realize that you’re smiling stupidly at your phone. You're not only happy to have someone to listen to you, but you're also just happy to have a friend back.

You think back to when you two were kids. You would read together. You would play video games together, play on the playset together, despite being too old for it. You would spend hours talking, playing, and just hanging out.

You click the call button, and he picks up the phone almost right away. You wonder if he was waiting by the phone for your call.

"Y/N? Hey, are you okay?" he asks, his voice slightly muffled by the phone, but your heart flutters a bit at the sound of his voice still. "You weren't here when I woke up. I was hoping to maybe make you breakfast or something?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," you say, purposefully ignoring the fact that he wanted to make you breakfast. It's sweet of him. Really sweet.

"Do you need any help getting a hotel? Or do you have that figured out?"

You pause. "I'm staying at my father's apartment."

"But what about yesterday? Didn't something happen? Isn't that why you needed a place to stay?"

"Yeah . . . I talked to my dad and . . . well, he apologized," you say. "He said he wouldn't be like that again."

"But . . ." Geonhak sighs. "Alright. If anything happens again . . . if you need a place to stay, the dorm is always available."

"Thanks, Geonhak."

There's a long pause. You can feel him wanting to speak on the other end of the phone. And you also want to tell him that you can't find the words for.

That while you've agreed to stay here at your father's apartment, you actually would so much rather stay at ONEUS's dorm. You hate it here, and you have no idea why you agreed to stay when you had come back planning to leave and stay at a hotel instead.

"Y/N, I'm worried about you," Geonhak says.

Now would be the perfect time to tell him exactly what you're thinking.

"You don't have to worry," you say. "I'm an adult. I can get a hotel if I need to. And I can call you if I ever need help."

Geonhak sighs. "Alright."

You nod, and are about to wish him goodbye when he speaks again.

"Hey . . . would you like to hang out today? Or tomorrow? Maybe go to the library or something?"

You smile, and almost giggle into your phone. Your cheeks are warm. "Yeah. Sure. I'm busy today, my father wants me to take Sunho to school and then I have some reading to do. But tomorrow works."

"Alright. Who's Sunho?"

"Oh. My dad's kid. My half brother. He's six."

"Oh, cute!" Geonhak exclaims. "Would you like me to come with you to take him to school? I'm good with kids, I swear."

"Aren't you busy?"

"No. My schedule today is flexible."

You smile. "Alright. I can text you my father's address and we'll take Sunho to school. See you soon."

Sunho is clinging on tightly to your hand as you leave the apartment building together. When he saw you after he finished brushing his teeth, he almost burst into tears. You apologized to him for not reading to him last night, until he calmed down and finished getting ready for school.

As you exit the building, you see Geonhak standing further down the sidewalk. His clothes are plain--jeans, a black T-shirt and white overshirt and glasses--so he doesn't stand out too much, but you recognize him right away.

He sees you at the same time and smiles, walking over to you and Sunho. You blink, surprised by how handsome he looks now that it's the daytime. Not that he wasn't handsome last night when you stayed over.

Geonhak bends down in front of Sunho, so that their faces are at around the same height.

"Hi," Geonhak says in such a sweet and gentle voice that catches you by surprise. He holds up his hand for Sunho to hi-five. Sunho does, indeed, hi-five him, and you watch Geonhak's smile widen. "I'm Kim Geonhak," he says softly. "You must be Sunho."

Sunho looks up at you, and you nod. He nods back at Geonhak.

"I'm friends with your sibling Y/N," Geonhak says. "How old are you, Sunho?"

Sunho raises his hands.

"Six? Woah! You're so tall for a six year old. Are you the tallest in your class?" Geonhak asks. Sunho nods. "Cool. I'm going to be coming with Y/N to take you to school. Is that alright with you?"

Sunho nods.

"Great." Geonhak looks up at you with the most adorable smile you've ever seen on his face as he stands up straight.

"I see that you wanted to say hello to Sunho before saying hello to me," you joke. You gently tug at Sunho's hand and he follows you and Geonhak down the sidewalk, toward the bus stop you use to get to Sunho's school.

"I wanted to be friendly with him first," Geonhak explains. "Didn't want him to think I was just some stranger."

You nod.

"Are you alright? Last night was a lot, I think, for you," Geonhak says.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Can we talk about it after?" you ask. You glance at Sunho, trying to signal to Geonhak, not in front of Sunho. He seems to get the message, and nods.

"Right. Sorry." He looks at Sunho and smiles. "Sunho, is it okay if I hold your hand while we walk?"

Sunho nods his head while smiles widely and holds his hand out to Geonhak, who takes it and smiles at you.

"So, Sunho," Geonhak says. His voice is soft and gentle, shocking now that you're used to his deep voice. "What do you like to do for fun?"

Sunho thinks for a second. "I like reading. Y/N reads an English book to me at night!"

"Oh? Do they?" Geonhak smiles over at you, and you swear your heart starts to beat a bit faster. His smile is really . . . lovely. "What books?"

"Y/N reads me 'The Kiss . . .'" Sunho frowns, scrunching up his face while trying to remember. "'The Kissing Hand'! It's in English."

"Oh? I've never read it. Is it good? Do you like it?" Geonhak asks. Sunho nods. Watching the way Geonhak smiles at Sunho is adorable. He's so good with kids, and you can tell he's having a lot of fun.

"Yeah! It's my favorite English book!"

"Oh, I should read it sometime then."

You laugh a bit and Geonhak looks at you curiously. "Geonhak, it's a kids book."

"I'd love to read a kids book," Geonhak says. "Sunho, would you want me to read you a book sometime?"

Sunho nods.

You, Sunho and Geonhak board the semi-crowded bus. You stand, one hand holding Sunho's while the other grips the pole for stability as the bus starts to move. Geonhak stands behind you, his hand holding the pole above yours.

"Did you know Y/N disappeared last night?" Sunho asks. "I got really scared. It was night time and I was scared they were gonna get lost. But they came back this morning."

"Right," Geonhak says, looking at you. "You don't have to worry. Y/N was with me! I made sure that they were safe, and protected them."

Sunho's face lights up brightly. "Really? Thank you for protecting Y/N, Mr. Kim! I was scared Y/N wasn't going to be able to take me to school today."

"Do you like school, Sunho?" Geonhak asks. Sunho nods quickly with the biggest smile on his face. "Do you have friends at school?"

"Yeah!" Sunho says, grinning. "I have my best friend Areum. Areum likes reading too! And also my other friends."

You smile down at Sunho, then over at Geonhak. Geonhak's smiling down at Sunho with the most precious smile you've ever seen. He's got little tiny dimples, you notice. And his eyes are like little crescents because he's smiling so hard.

You shake your head and look back at Sunho.

The bus comes to a halt at the bus stop outside of Sunho's school. You and Geonhak dismount with him, and walk over to the sidewalk. You kneel in front of him and fix his shirt.

"You're gonna have a good day, right?" you ask. He nods, and you hold up your hand for a high five. "Good. Have a good day at school, okay Sunho?" you say.

"Okay!" He nods and high fives you.

"Give Geonhak one too," you say. He walks over to Geonhak, who raises both of his hands and gives him two high fives. Sunho lets out a giggle, and you can tell from the way he's grinning that he likes Geonhak.

You and Geonhak wave Sunho off as he walks the rest of the way to school, joining his friends. You both watch as he walks with them toward the school building, laughing and talking.

"He really likes you," you say, eyes still on Sunho. You can see Geonhak look at you out of the corner of your eye. "I can tell. You made him really happy."

"That's nice to hear." There's a pause. "Do you want to go to get drinks with me?" he asks "Coffee or tea or smoothies?"

You nod. "Smoothies sound nice."

"I know a place we can walk to from here," he says. He reaches for your hand, but stops himself and smiles.

"This way," he says, nodding his head down the road. You follow him as he starts walking, considering what flavor of smoothie you want to get.

"Is Sunho your half brother, then?" he asks, after a minute of silence. You nod.

"Yeah. We have the same father. But his mother is Sooyeon," you explain. "I actually never met Sunho before I visited. He's a sweet kid. I hope that my father treats them better than he treated me and my mom."

Geonhak nods. "About this morning . . . are you okay?"

You nod. "Yeah."

"I thought you were planning to stay at a hotel tonight? But you said you aren't? What happened with that?" he asks. "I don't want to be invasive, so if you don't want to tell me, that's alright."

"No, it's okay. When I went to my father's apartment to pack my stuff, my father confronted me. He apologized, I think. And asked me to give him another chance. He promised not to do anything threatening or aggressive anymore."

Geonhak nods. "He said that a lot when we were kids, too. 'I won't do it again.' 'I'll do better next time.' Forgiving is alright, but if you keep doing it every time, he'll only do it more."

"I know," you murmur. "But I guess I want to believe that now that he has this new family, he's changed."

Geonhak sighs. "That makes sense. Just remember, you can always call me for help, Y/N."

You smile. "Thank you, Geonhak. I . . . really appreciate you letting me stay over last night. Your members were very nice to meet."

"You think so?" Geonhak asks, laughing a bit. "They liked you. I think Seoho would have spent time intentionally telling you every embarrassing thing I've ever done if he could."

"Oh?" You raise an eyebrow at him, grinning evilly. "Well, then I guess Seoho and I have some catching up to do."

He sighs and rolls his eyes. "Whatever. It's not like you haven't seen my embarrassing self when I was in school with you."

You grin. "You were pretty embarrassing back then."

"So were you! There's the smoothie stand."

You both line up for the smoothies, and he helps you decide on which flavor to get and helps you order. You grin at him as he hands you your smoothie.

"You know," you start, "besides last night, you and I haven't really hung out yet. Which is a shame, since we haven't hung out in years."

"True. I'd love to walk Sunho to school with you more, if you'd allow me," he chuckles, sipping from his own drink.

"You're really good with kids," you note. "Or, at least, with Sunho."

"Right. I'm studying early childhood education, so it's only natural that I've learned a bit about how to work with kids."

"That's cute," you blurt out. Geonhak gives you a shy, smiley look, similar to the adoring look he gave Sunho.

"Cute?"

You roll your eyes and nudge him. "Yeah, sure. Cute. Don't let it get to your head, though. Sunho is still cuter than you."

Geonhak gasps, feigning shock, and places his hand in surprise in mock offense. "Really? I'm offended." He chuckles a bit.

You can feel your face heating up from the way he looks at you. You clear your throat and look away. "Uh, yeah. I'd love it if you could join me and Sunho in the mornings, whenever you can. But that's not what I meant."

"Oh?" He tilts his head curiously.

"What I meant was actually hanging out. As friends. Maybe we could go to the library or park or something," you say. "Maybe see a movie."

He grins. "Sure. Have you been sightseeing yet?"

You shake your head. Your father hasn't really taken you anywhere since you arrived. If anything, you've spent most of your time here as Sunho's babysitter and a shopper for Sooyeon.

"No? Maybe I could . . . take you sightseeing?" he offers. You nod.

"I'd like that."

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Along the Red Thread | Chapter 1

🧣 Summary: It is said that a red thread connects people who are soulmates and destined to be lovers, regardless of place and circumstances. What makes this difficult is that you stopped believing in love a long time ago. OR. You go to Korea to visit your father after several years. There, a mysterious red thread that seemingly only you can see shows up when you least expect it, and you meet a childhood friend you’d never thought you would see again.

🧣 Chapter 1: 1,991 words

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You see your father waiting at the entrance of the airport as you exit baggage claim. You haven't seen him in a long time, especially not alone, but he looks almost the same as he did when he moved here to Korea with his wife, who now stands beside him, waiting for you. She looks to be almost half your father's age, but you don't say anything.

Several years ago, two years before you entered high school, your parents divorced, and later your dad moved to South Korea with his Korean wife. Since then, he would visit your home once a year, for a week at a time on your birthday. But you've never been to Korea before now.

You had a friend when you were younger who was from Korea. But a year after your parents split, he moved back home to Korea. You fell out of contact soon after, but you often wonder how he's doing.

You approach your father. Your height difference has changed significantly since you last saw him. You're now much closer to his height than you were before. His wife, a Korean woman you met once when he introduced you so many years ago, before he moved to Korea. You don't remember her name very clearly. It started with an S, maybe? Or a J? Something like that. Her black hair is cut in a short bob, and her smile is soft, almost insincere. A little boy you didn't notice stands beside her, looking up at you curiously.

"Hi, Y/N," your father says, giving you a hug. You return it, uncomfortably, and then pull away. You smile in an attempt to placebo yourself into feeling more comfortable, but it doesn't work. "How was your flight?"

"Fine," you say. "A bit bumpy, but not too bad.

"Have you met my wife?" he asks, placing his hand on his wife's back. You shake your head.

"Hello, I'm Sooyeon," your step-mother says. She shakes your hand, then directs your attention to the little boy beside her, who is now hiding behind his mother's legs. "And this is Sunho."

You bend down to Sunho's face level, in sort of an uncomfortable squat. "Hello," you say, your voice softer. He waves with his tiny hand.

"How old are you?" you ask. His mother, Sooyeon, translates to him. He must not speak English. Or maybe he just isn't fluent. Sunho raises his hands up to you, showing five fingers on one hand and his thumb on the other.

"Oh, six?"

"Yes, he's six years old."

You nod. Sunho smiles at you proudly, and he smiles back, still hiding behind the cloth of his mom's skirt.

"He's shy," Sooyeon explains.

Your father directs you out of the airport to his car. You sit in the back with your half brother, Sunho, while your dad and step-mother sit in the front and passenger seats. The ride to their apartment is quiet except for Sunho, who giggles as you make silly faces at him. At the same time, you watch the buildings zip past.

You haven't seen your father in about a year, but he's barely spoken to you since you've arrived, other than introducing you to his wife. You don't know if you should be surprised.

You reach the apartment, and your father helps bring your stuff inside. He shows you to your room. It's empty, and blinding white, as if they just had it cleaned this morning. You walk over to the bed to stand in the center of the room. It feels so empty and plain and large, compared to your small room at your home.

"Y/Nah," your dad says from the doorway. You turn to him, slightly startled by his voice. You've been here in Korea for a few hours and you still aren't used to his voice yet. "Sooyeon is going to have dinner ready in about half an hour. Does that sound good?"

You nod. "Yes."

"Y/N . . ." You look up at your father questioningly. "I'm happy to see you."

You nod, unsure of whether you feel the same way. There are reasons you live with your mom full time and only see your father once a year.

Your father closes the door as he leaves you alone to take in the room on your own. You set your bag aside and open the closet to find it empty. Since you'll be here for two months, you are expected to use the room as you wish. You don't have enough clothes to fill the closet yet in your suitcase, but you wouldn't be surprised if you collect additional clothes during this trip.

You put away all of your things, hanging up your jacket and putting away your shirts and pants. You stare at the bed. It's so clean that you almost don't want to lie down. But you're tired from the plane ride and the emotional exhaustion of meeting your father for the first time in forever. But also, Sooyeon is making dinner for the four of you, so you can't sleep, because that would both be rude to her and would also mess up your sleep schedule for the next two months.

With somewhere between ten and twenty minutes left before dinner--you haven't been keeping track--you decide to sit down on your bed and scroll through the internet and think.

You think about how you used to come to school and tell your friend, the Korean kid--gosh, you wish you could remember his name, he was so nice, but it was so long ago--about what happened at home the day before. You would tell him about how you couldn't sleep because your parents were screaming at each other again, or you would tell him about how your father hurt you or locked you in the basement as a punishment.

You sigh. Aren't parents supposed to be the adults you look up to? The ones who you learn from? Aren't parents supposed to be an example of a healthy relationship? But instead, all you saw and heard was screaming and violence. You grew up being afraid of your own safety, and wondering if watching your mother being hit or threatened was normal.

You frown. The more of that you saw, the more and more you gave up on the idea of a relationship. It was what love was supposed to be--doors slamming, screaming every night--you didn't want it.

Why did you want to come here and spend two months in Korea with your father again?

Right. You wanted to try to mend your relationship with him. Why? Because he wanted you to. And you knew that, if it didn't end up working out, you are now old enough to get a room at a hotel to stay safe if needed.

You sigh. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. Maybe you should go back home and--

"Y/N?"

You look at the door. Sooyeon, your step-mother, has opened the door just enough to poke her head inside the room. You must have been so deep in your thoughts to not hear her open the door.

"Yes?" you say, your voice light as you pretend to be happy and excited to be here and see her.

"Dinner is ready," she says.

"Oh, thank you, Miss Sooyeon. I'll be there in a minute."

"Of course. And please, call me Eomma," she says, smiling widely. You nod, though you aren't very comfortable with calling her the Korean word for mom. You already have a mom who raised you alone for the past six years. Why would you call this woman who you barely know cmom" when you don't see her as that? When you already have a mom that raised you alone? You'd rather call her Miss. Sooyeon.

"Thank you, Eomma," you say anyway. You're afraid that, if your dad finds out you're being disrespectful or disobedient, you'll get in trouble.

She disappears from the doorway, closing the door as she leaves, and you sigh. You're already so emotionally drained by being here, and you still have two months left.

You swing your legs off of the bed and stand up. All you have to do is get through dinner and then you can go to bed and sleep. Maybe in the morning, you'll feel better about being here.

You walk over to the dining room. Your father is sitting at the table, which has been set with table mats, plates and silverware. Sooyeon stands next to him, and Sunho sits across from him. He smiles at the sight of you and points to you. Your father and Sooyeon both look at you at the same time. They both smile widely, but their smiles don't make you feel comfortable. So you just smile at Sunho instead and sit next to your father while Sooyeon sits next to Sunho.

"So Y/N," Sooyeon says, halfway through the meal. "What do you like to do?"

You blink. How do you answer that? You don't know this woman. You don't know if she's genuinely asking because she's genuinely curious, or if she wants information for something, or if she's going to judge you and criticize you, or if--

You shake yourself. These are your trust issues speaking. Maybe you should just answer her like a normal person without trust issues would.

"I listen to music. And I play some video games. I read and draw a lot. I just finished my freshman year of college, so it's difficult to focus on my hobbies as much as usual," you say, sipping from your glass of water.

"Oh? What kind of music do you listen to?"

You squirm in your chair. All of these questions being shot at you are starting to feel like an interrogation, and it makes you feel anxious.

"I, uh, listen to many types of music," you stutter, your voice quiet from the internal stress.

"Y/Nah, don't mumble," your dad scolds loudly from next to you, causing you to jump in your chair. You're still not used to his voice, and him scolding you for the first time in years isn't helping at all.

"Sorry, dad," you mumble, ducking your head.

"Answer your Eomma's question," your dad says, leaning toward you, and you wince at him speaking so close to you. His voice is loud, demanding, and booming. The same that you remember, back when he would shut you in the garage or closet when you were twelve.

You take a deep breath.

"I listen to many types of music. Not a specific type, really." You can feel two pairs of eyes on you. Your father and Sooyeon are staring at you, while Sunho just continues eating. "Eomma," you add. Your father leans back in his chair, and you wish you could feel that relaxed.

You had expected that he might have changed in the past seven years. You'd hoped he'd become less violent and scary.

It seems he hasn't.

He's almost the same as you remember.

Loud, angry and intimidating. His presence demeaning power and attention from the rest of the room.

"You're in college, right?" Sooyeon asks.

"Yes," you confirm.. "I just finished my first year."

"And how was your first year of college?" she asks.

"Fine."

She nods, and doesn't ask anymore questions. You wonder if you made it clear enough that this is a topic you aren't interested in talking about with her.

You finish your dinner in silence. Your father allows you to wash your dishes before you head to your room to say goodnight.

You sit on your bed, considering the past few hours you've spent here in Korea. It's not bad. The city is nice. The bed is comfortable.

But none of that really erases the memories of your parents screaming through the walls, the fear and pain you endured for several years and the loneliness you endured for several more years.

Really, you're not here for fun. You're here to mend a broken relationship that you're not even sure is worth salvaging.

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Along the Red Thread | Chapter 3

🧣 Summary: It is said that a red thread connects people who are soulmates and destined to be lovers, regardless of place and circumstances. What makes this difficult is that you stopped believing in love a long time ago. OR. You go to Korea to visit your father after several years. There, a mysterious red thread that seemingly only you can see shows up when you least expect it, and you meet a childhood friend you’d never thought you would see again.

🧣 Chapter 3: 4,342 words

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“Sunho, let’s go to school, alright?” you call out. Sunho runs out of his room, all dressed for school with his bag ready, and he grabs onto your hand. “Ready to go?” you ask. He nods aggressively.

It’s been just over two weeks since you arrived in Korea, and you’ve been adapting quite well to it here. You’ve spent most of your time reading to Sunho, who loves spending time with you. You’ve read him ‘The Kissing Hand’ about once a night as a bedtime story, and several other books throughout the week, and you have been taking him to school for the past week, while his mom and your shared father go to work. It’s easier for them, plus you feel helpful and you get to know your little half brother.

You and Sooyeon haven’t gotten along much since she yelled at you two weeks ago. Ever since she talked about and criticized your upbringing by your mother like that …

You’ve felt the tension between you and her ever since then. Your anger has gone down, but it’s difficult to see Sooyeon and not rehear those words she spoke. She hasn’t apologized, hasn’t even suggested that she feels bad for insulting you or your mother. You and Sooyeon have had quite a few disagreements like that since then, about stupid things like your screen time–you’re a college student on vacation and she isn’t your mother–and eating habits. Sooyeon started staring and watching you as you simply exist. It’s really as if she’s looking for something to yell at you.

You walk with Sunho to the bus stop you take to get to his school. The stop isn’t too far from your father’s apartment, so you hold his hand as you lead him onto the bus, and hold his hand throughout the ride.

After you wave Sunho off, and he waves goodbye back before joining some friends his age and disappearing into the school building. You hum as you head back to your dad’s apartment, hands in the pockets of your pants as you listen to music through your earbuds. As you walk back toward the apartment, something on the ground catches your eye.

You frown and move off to the side of the sidewalk, kneeling down as if to tie your shoelaces, and you reach over to pluck up the end of the red thread, lying on the sidewalk.

You stand up again, clutching the thread tightly in your hand. It’s been just over a week since you last saw the red thread. It’s a different day, different place, but it almost certainly is the same red thread. You look up, and watch as the thread, a bright red, runs down the sidewalk ahead of you and turns left ahead, disappearing around the block.

You frown. No one else seems to notice or see the string. No one did the last time you saw it, either. They continue about their days, stepping over and around it without even sparing it a glance.

You follow the red thread, coiling it up in your hand and rolling it into a ball as you walk along the path. Miss Sooyeon would probably be appalled by the fact that you’re picking up a random string on the ground. To be fair, you have no idea what this string is, where it leads and where it’s been. You have no idea how dirty it is. But at the same time, this is the second time you’ve seen this thread since you arrived here in Korea. Last time you saw it, it vanished mysteriously after you ran into someone at the store. How can you not be curious about this mysterious red thread?

You follow the string down the street, making sure to be much more mindful of your surroundings so that you don’t run into anyone on the sidewalk, and don’t get run over by a car or bike. You continue walking, and you see ahead that the string leads to a bus stop on the sidewalk, several people waiting in its shade. As you walk closer to the stop, you can see the string wound around the poles holding up the roof, and hanging from the ceiling. You stare up at the string, intrigued, and come to a stop beside the structure, observing how the thread is wrapped around the black pillar.

“What are you looking at?”

You almost jump at the deep voice beside you, and clutch your heart. You see a man next to you, around your age, black hair, eerily familiar. He’s looking between you and the bus stop structure curiously.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says. He frowns, tilting his head to you. “Wait, you’re the person from the store the other week.”

Oh, that’s where you’ve seen him! He’s the man you ran into at the store when you followed the red thread two weeks ago!

Oh. Oh!

That’s embarrassing.

“Oh, yes, that was me,” you say. You can feel your cheeks heating up in embarrassment. “Sorry, again, about bumping into you.”

“No worries,” he says. “So how has your second week here been? Two weeks, right?”

“Yep. It’s been fine,” you say. “The city is beautiful.” There really is no other way to describe it. You’ve enjoyed reading to Sunho. You’ve enjoyed the small amount of sightseeing you’ve done.

“Excellent,” he says. “By the way, I’m Geonhak.”

He holds out his hand to shake, and you shake it.

“I’m Y/N,” you say. He tilts his head curiously.

“When I lived internationally, I had a friend by that name. Where did you say you were visiting from, again?” he asks. You tell him what city you come from, and his eyes widen.

“Your last name wouldn’t happen to be … Y/L/N, would it?” he asks. You nod.

“It is. How did you know?”

He laughs. “I lived there during middle school. If I’m not mistaken, we went to school together, and we were friends,” he says.

You frown, thinking back. There’s no way this man could be the Korean kid you were friends with, all those years ago. But now that you think of it, his name was Geonhak …

“Geonhak Kim?” you guess. He nods and beams at you.

“Yes, that was me!”

“Oh, that’s so … amazing that we’ve met again! It’s been so long,” you say, nervously rubbing the back of your neck. “I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you.”

“No worries,” he says. “It took me two weeks to recognize you. It’s been many, many years since we’ve seen each other, so it’s understandable. How have you been, Y/Nie?”

You smile at the name Y/Nie. You can almost hear it in his much younger voice, from when you were kids. His voice certainly has gotten deeper since you were thirteen.

“Not much. I just finished my freshman year of college, but as I told you, I’m here visiting my father,” you say. “How about you? How have you been?”

“I, uh …” He glances around before leaning toward you. “I’m an idol,” he says, his voice somewhat lowered.

“An idol? A K-Pop idol? A celebrity?”

He nods. “Yeah,” he says. He’s smiling almost confidently, but his rosy, blushy cheeks are telling you he’s a bit shy. “I’m part of the Korean idol group ONEUS.”

“Oh, that name sounds familiar,” you say, thinking back to where you recognize the name from. “Was it 'Valkyrie’?”

“Yes, that was our debut title track,” he says laughing. “Oh, have you heard of us?”

“Yeah, I listened to 'Valkyrie’. I liked it, it was nice,” you say. “So since we went to school together, you became a celebrity. If memory serves, you were into dance and used to sing. Nice to know it went to good use.”

He chuckles. “Yeah.”

A screech sounds as the bus pulls up to the bus stop. People line up at the now-open door and start entering, scanning their cards and finding a seat.

“Ah, that’s me,” Geonhak says. “Here, let’s quickly exchange numbers. Here’s my phone, just put in your name, and I can put my number on yours.”

You give him your phone and type in your own phone number, putting 'Y/Nie Y/L/N’ as the contact name. You give Geonhak his phone back, and he gives you yours back.

“Bye, Y/N,” he says, smiling brightly. “We should talk soon!” He waves before joining the line for the bus. You wave goodbye again as the bus departs before frowning to yourself. You came to this bus stop for a reason, didn’t you? What was it?

Oh. Right.

You look back up at the roof of the structure, but the red thread is nowhere to be seen. Not dangling from the ceiling, nor wrapped around the supports like before. You look down at your hand, but, once again, the thread has vanished. You glance around, but there is no red thread to be found.

“What … ?”

After glancing around for a moment, you settle with the fact that the red thread has, once again, completely vanished. Slightly disappointed by not figuring out the mystery of the red thread, you head back to the apartment.

You sit in your room, on your bed, working on your computer. You have a bit of summer reading to do for school, and so you’re getting a bit of a head start now.

You have your earbuds in both of your ears, playing all of ONEUS’ music on shuffle. After learning that your childhood friend is now famous and a member of a popular music group three days ago, you wanted to check out their songs. And you really like their music, their first album especially.

Bored with the reading, you take out your phone and open contacts. Geonhak hpad named himself in your phone as 'Geonhak 🐥’ when you gave him your phone three days ago, which you found extremely cute.

You and Geonhak have been texting back and forth since you exchanged numbers. Mostly just talking about school, life. You talk about hobbies and how you both have been since middle school. Once or twice, you mentioned living with your mother and without your father, but it was never a main topic of conversation.

It’s nice to think about meeting your childhood friend. Especially now that you think of how he was always so kind to you when you would come to school and tell him about what your dad did to you or your mom. He would comfort you, he would listen to you. And, from what you remember, he was generally just a fun friend.

“Y/N!”

You look up in surprise. Sunho stands in the doorway, carrying his favorite book 'The Kissing Hand,’ in his arms.

“Hi, Sunho,” you say. “Do you want me to read to you before dinner?”

“Yes please,” he says. You pat the spot on the bed next to you, and he comes and sits down there. He places the book down and smiles widely. You reach over to open the book when you hear the front door open. You swear your heart stops at the sound of the door slamming shut.

“Ah, sorry! I didn’t mean to slam the door!” Your father’s voice is loud, and you let out the breath that you didn’t realize you were holding.

You can hear Sooyeon respond in Korean from the kitchen. With your limited knowledge or Korean, she says something along the lines of, “It’s okay! I just made dinner! I was about to get the kids.”

A couple minutes pass, and then suddenly the door opens to your bedroom and Sooyeon pokes her head in.

“Hello you two,” Sooyeon says. “Dinner is ready.” She repeats it again in Korean for Sunho.

“Okay-yee!” Sunho jumps off the bed. “Let’s go!” he says in Korean. You follow him to the dining room, his loud footsteps echoing through the hallway as he runs to his usual spot.

The four of you take your seats at the table. You sit to the right of your father and across from Sunho, Sooyeon sitting diagonally from you.

Dinner passes by in a flash, and after you finish washing your dishes, your father pulls you aside. Sooyeon is washing her and Sunho’s dishes.

“Y/N,” your father says. You feel yourself stiffen a bit. “I heard from your Eomma that you’ve been being disrespectful these past two weeks.”

You frown. “Disrespectful?” You look over at Sooyeon, who was watching over her shoulder. She quickly looks back at the spoon she’s washing, and you look back at your father.

“She told me that you’ve been arguing with her,” he says. “You’ve been talking back to her.”

“She was talking about mom!” you exclaim.

Your father slams his hand down on the table, and you jump back, hands around yourself like a shield between yourself and him, your head down so that you’re looking down at his shoes.

A moment passes.

“Did I ask what she was talking about?” your father asks, his voice loud and booming. You don’t know if it’s real or in your head, but it feels like his voice is echoing off of all of the walls, both in your house and in your head.

“No,” you say. Your voice is so quiet. “You didn’t.”

“Right. Now, I don’t know what you’ve been arguing with your Eomma about. But I want you to apologize to her,” your father says.

You chew at your lip and turn toward Sooyeon, who is leaning against the kitchen counter. Sunho is nowhere to be seen. Your brain has gone fuzzy, and not in a good way like when you have your favorite food after many years. Instead, it’s like when your mind has gone blank in fear.

You stare at the floor, and watch as a single tear falls from your eyes.

Without even thinking about it, you rush to the doorway, shove your feet into your shoes as fast as you can, and run out the door, down the stairs, and out of the building.

You have no destination in mind. You’ve never been to Korea before. So you run down the only street you’ve run down before. Your arms are wrapped around yourself, protecting you from everything else. Once you feel safer and far away from the danger as possible, you stop and take a deep breath.

It’s dark out. The sun must have set only an hour or so ago. It’s also cold, because it’s night time. Not frightfully cold, but cold enough that a small gust of wind of wind makes you shiver. You look up at the moon in the sky, shining brightly. It’s awfully calming.

After inhaling the fresh air deeply, you look down. Lying there, you see–for the third time, a red string. One end lying at your feet as if placed there deliberately. You frown and pick it up.

It’s the same shade of rest as the last two times you found a red thread on the sidewalk. As you examine it closer, you can see bits of glitter between the strands that are twisted together to build the string.

You look up and follow the string. As you turn the corner, you see that the string leads to the bust stop right ahead. As you approach, you realize that this is the same bus stop you’d followed the red thread to two weeks ago.

The thread is strewn wildly about the bus stop. Coiling around the poles that support the rest of the structure, thrown over the roof and dangling over the edges. You can see the glitter on the string twinkling from the streetlight next to the stop. It’s pretty. It’s beautiful. But you’re still confused as to why this thread is here, why it was there before–twice–and why the thread keeps vanishing.

With one end of the thread still in your hand, you walk over to sit down on the bench within the bus stop. You look around you at the thread dangling around the exterior Of the structure. The glittering string is really pretty.

You hear footsteps nearing and look over to the side. Someone is approaching from down the sidewalk. You squint as they walk beneath the streetlight, until you recognize their face.

“Geonhak?”

The man in question is wearing a white shirt and a jean jacket. It is indeed Geonhak, and as you continue looking at him, you see that he too is holding an end of the string in his hand. He squints at you for a moment, then the bus stop covered in red string, then back at you.

“Y/N?” He walks closer, until he’s standing right next to the bus stop, and you can see he’s frowning. “What are you doing out alone so late?”

“Nothing,” you say.

“What–have you been crying?” he asks. You touch your cheeks and realize they’re wet from when you ran out of your father’s apartment only minutes ago. You quickly wipe away at the tears.

“Oh, no. I mean, yes I have. But don’t worry about it.”

“Are you alright?” He sits down on the bench next to you.

“Yeah. I just got in an argument with my father.”

“I’m sorry. Do you need anything? Can I give you a hug?”

You sniff. “That would be nice.”

He leans over and hugs you. You hum, and thank him after he pulls away.

“So what brought you out here?” you ask. “So late.”

He opens his mouth, then pauses. “You know, I’m not entirely sure. I went outside to get some air, and I followed this red thread … here?”

You look up at the string still dangling from the roof.

“Yeah,” you say. “I, uh … Is there a hotel that would possibly be open about now? I don’t feel safe going back to my dad’s apartment tonight.”

“I don’t think there’s anywhere you can go this late. However, you could come to our dorm,” he says. “We share a bedroom, but I could get you covers and you could sleep on the couch. I promise it’s comfortable. And I can help you get a hotel room tomorrow.”

“Oh, I don’t want to be a bother to you and your members,” you say.

“Really, I don’t mind,” he says. “Please. I don’t want you staying out here in the dark.”

“Would your management be okay with that?” you ask. The last thing you want is to get him in trouble with his superiors.

“I could tell them in the morning that you’re a friend and you needed a place to sleep,” he says.

“Oh. I’d really appreciate that.”

He stands up and stretches his hand out for you to take. You allow him to pull you out of your chair, and follow him down the sidewalk from the direction he came.

“My members might be shocked to meet you, but I’ll explain to them that you just needed a place to stay for the night and that you’re a friend,” he says. You follow him, your hand in his.

“Okay,” you say. “Thank you. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem. Remember when you and I would have sleepovers when your parents got into fights?” he asks.

You nod. You remember you would go to his house, or less often, he would come to yours. Your dad never wanted any of your friends to come over to your house–you didn’t know why–but your mom insisted on letting Geonhak visit. You can vividly remember when he and you would try to play games and talk over the sound of your father yelling at your mother for things out of her control.

“Just like old times.” Geonhak chuckles.

You follow him to his dorm building. He takes you up using the elevator, and opens the door to his dorm. Your hand still in his, you follow him inside. You can hear chatter inside, and as Geonhak leads you further into the dorm, you can see the source of the voices.

One of the two people in the room is staring intently at his phone, a boy with wavy hair who looks quite a bit younger than yourself and Geonhak. The other person in the living room, a brown haired man, looks up as Geonhak closes the door behind you.

“Geonhak, how was your walk?” The man looks at you. “Oh! Who’s … who’s this?”

“This is my childhood friend, Y/Nie,” Geonhak says. “From back when I lived internationally.”

“Y/N? The friend you’ve been talking about?” The wavy haired boy looks at you and waves cutely. “Hi. I’m Dongju, Xion.”

You wave back, smiling widely. This boy’s smile is contagious, you can’t help but smile when he smiles. “Hi.”

“I’m Kim Youngjo, Ravn,” the brown haired man says. He smiles a warm smile, and you would be lying if you said your heart didn’t flutter a bit at his smile.

“Yeah, this is my friend Y/Nie,” Geonhak says. “Y/N needed a place to stay tonight, so I offered. If that’s okay, Youngjo.”

“Sure,” Youngjo says. “Y/N, if you need anything, feel free to let us know.”

“Thank you,” you reply. “I don’t want to be too much of a bother. Hopefully I can get my staying conditions sorted out after tonight. I’ll get a hotel tomorrow or something.”

“No worries,” he says, standing up. He walks over and shakes your hand. “Our other members are out right now, still at the studio I believe, but they should be here any time soon.”

“Alright, I’ll get you some bed covers and pillows from the next room,” Geonhak says. “Youngjo, can you show Y/N around a bit?” He disappears into the next room, leaving you with Youngjo and Dongju.

“So that over there is the kitchen,” Youngjo says, gesturing to the area that is so very obviously the kitchen. “And that room is the bedroom that we all share. You can come in if you need anything, though you might not want to disturb Geonhak when he sleeps.”

You frown. “Why?”

Dongju cups his hand next to his mouth.

“He sleeps without his shirt on,” he whispers loudly. “You might not want to see that.”

You laugh a bit.

“So you knew each other as kids?” Youngjo asks. You nod, and he smiles softly. “That’s sweet. And you two didn’t plan on meeting here?”

“Not at all,” you say. “I’m here visiting my father. I actually ran into him–literally–at the store just after I arrived back here.”

“Oh? That’s quite a miracle that you ran into each other accidentally,” Youngjo says, laughing. He has a genuine, happy laugh. “Are you not staying with your father?”

You shake your head. “No. He and I … don’t really have the healthiest relationship,” you say. Usually you wouldn’t want to tell a stranger about this. But Youngjo and Dongju–who is sitting on the couch nearby–both seem friendly, and for some reason, it slips out.

“I’m sorry,” Youngjo says softly. “I know we’ve only just met, but I am her for you and am willing to support you. I’m sure Geonhak is too, as your friend.”

“If you need to stay here another night,” Dongju says from the couch, “feel free to do so.”

The door to the next room opens, and Geonhak walks in. He’s changed into a new white T-shirt and black sweatpants, and he’s carrying two large blankets and a pillow, stacked on top of each other.

“Alright,” he says. “I have two blankets and a pillow. I promise they’ll be comfortable, but if you need anything, you can wake me up at any time to ask.”

You nod. “Thank you so much. It should be enough for the night.”

Suddenly, the door opens behind you, and you nearly jump in surprise to turn to him. A very tall man enters, and freezes at the sight of you.

“Keonhee! This is my friend, Y/N,” Geonhak says quickly. “They need to stay here for the night.”

“Oh, thank goodness,” the tall man, Keonhee, says, sighing and placing his hand over his chest. “I thought you were a burglar for a second.”

Keonhee walks in further, and two other men follow, one much shorter than Keonhee with blond hair, and one with a much more normal height. They seem much less shocked at the sight of you, probably because they heard Geonhak’s explanation to Keonhee.

They all introduce themselves to you. The shortest one with light hair is named Hwanwoong, and the other man is named Seoho. They’re all kind and sweet and welcoming and friendly. You spend a bit of time getting to know them, exchanging numbers and talking about your time in Korea.

With it getting so late, they all eventually head to bed. Geonhak stays with you as they go. Once the lights in their bedroom have gone out, and the blankets have been set up on the couch, Geonhak smiles at you.

“If you need sleeping clothes, you can have this,” he says, holding out a large white T-shirt. You thank him, and hurry to the restroom to change. As you exit, you can see Geonhak leaning against the wall next to the couch.

“I hope this is comfortable enough for you,” he says smiling widely.

“It is, I promise,” you say. “Thank you, Geonhak. You didn’t have to do this. Your members didn’t have to do this. So thank you.”

He hums. “I sleep on the top bunk of the bed right across from the bedroom door. So if you need anything, please wake me.”

“I will.”

“Alright. Well, good night,” he says.

“Good night, Geonhak. Thank you for helping me.”

He heads to bed, and you watch him disappear into the bedroom. You settle beneath the blankets, and feel yourself falling asleep. You’ve had a long day, so it’s reasonable that you’re tired. Your eyelids are heavy, and you fall asleep in Geonhak’s T-shirt almost as soon as your head hits the pillow.

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Dance With Me | Chapter 8

💙 Summary: After visiting the members of ONEUS during their dance practice, you find yourself inspired to learn to dance. You ask your friend Kim Geonhak to teach you.

💙 Chapter 8: 2,754 words

💙 Rated: T for some minor swearing / Warnings: Minor Swearing; Jealousy (Later in the fic) / Genre: Fluff; Minor Angst (Later in the fic); Friends-To-Lovers; Happy Ending;

《 Series Masterlist // ONEUS Masterlist // Boy Group Masterlist 》

It's been two weeks since Geonhak disappeared during ONEUS's practice and didn't show up for yours. You'd texted Geonhak several times that night, asking what you did or if he was okay, and had tried calling him the following practice day. He never picked up any of the calls or responded to your texts, leaving you on read. You haven't shown up to any of the practices since then, ONEUS's or yours. You figured that Geonhak didn't want to see you, whatever you did, so you wouldn't make him see you.

The rest of the members have been checking in on you these past two weeks. You've been over once to chat with Youngjo after hours to chat in the studio. Seoho invited you to come over and hang out during ONEUS's practice, but you declined because you didn't want to make Geonhak uncomfortable. Dongju and you hung out several times a week, but that hasn't been out of the ordinary. Hwanwoong and Keonhee have both been checking in with you every few days. Last week, when Dongju and Keonhee took you out to get ice cream, and, they told you that Geonhak has been very quiet recently and has avoided speaking about you.

You're at work, ten minutes left before you're supposed to go home, and you're thinking about how much you mist practice with Geonhak when you receive a text from Hwanwoong.

Woongie: Y/N are you busy after work today?

You: No, why?

Woongie: can you pls come to the rbw building?

You: Why?

At first, you want to say no. You don't want to risk running into Geonhak in the hallway and making things awkward. He obviously isn't interested in seeing you.

After almost a full two minutes, Hwanwoong responds.

Woongie: i need you to check the choreo to help me. we can go out and get some bubble tea after.

You: Will Geonhak be there?

Woongie: no, everyone went home except for youngjo who's busy

You: Fine. But only if you're paying for the bubble tea

He takes a moment to respond.

Woongie: fine. hurry up and text me when you get here

As you walk toward RBW, a weird feeling creeps up your spine. You shake your head and ignore it. As you see the doors to the building, you text Hwanwoong to let him know you’re here.

You meet him in the lobby, smiling widely, and he reaches out toward you, taking your hand and leading you down the hall to the elevator which will take you upstairs to the practice room. You frown. Something seems off.

"Is this for your new choreo for your upcoming comeback?" you ask.

"Uh . . . yeah."

"Why did you ask me?"

He pauses. "Because I wanted your opinion on the dance."

"But I'm not technically allowed to see it until it's being promoted, right?" you ask, despite the fact that ever since ONEUS debuted, you've been able to see the choreos from the initial teaser releases.

"Haha, yeah. I just need to check something. Please."

You raise an eyebrow. "Alright then."

The elevator dings, and you step out onto the floor. You haven't been here in two weeks, since you last saw Geonhak. You sigh sadly and walk out of the elevator, Hwanwoong trailing close behind you.

Suddenly, you feel fabric cover your eyes and your vision becomes black. You grab back at him as he ties the fabric in a knot on the back of your head, blindfolding you completely.

"Hwanwoong, what the f--"

"Hold on," Hwanwoong says. "I'm gonna take you to the practice room and then you'll understand everything. I promise, Y/N."

He walks you down the hall slowly, pushing you by your shoulders then stops you.

"Reach out."

You place your hand against the wall, and to the side. Your finger brushes over the room sign, and you recognize the letters of the sign to the practice room.

"We're going inside, okay."

You hear the door click open and he pushes you inside. You can hear both of your footsteps echoing across the floor. He then stops you, probably in the middle of the room, his hands remaining on your shoulders. You reach up to undo the blindfold, but he smacks your hand.

"Not yet."

"Hwanwoong, what the fuck is this? Why am I blindfolded?"

He doesn't answer.

"Are you actually going to show me a choreo?"

"No, sorry."

You frown beneath the mask. "You better buy me a bubble tea after this."

Hwanwoong laughs behind you. "Fine."

You hear the door open, followed by shuffling and two more sets of footsteps.

"You'll understand in a bit," Dongju says from across the room. You frown. What the hell is happening?

Hwanwoong's hands leave your shoulders, and there's the sound of him and another person, possibly Dongju, running toward the door.

"You can undo your blindfolds once you hear the door close, okay?" Dongju's voice says. "You need to figure out what's going on. We'll be back in an hour." After a moment, the door closes and you reach up to undo your blindfold.

"What is this . . . ?" the other person says. You frown at the familiar deep voice. It's impossible not to recognize it, even though you haven't heard it in two weeks.

"Geonhak?"

There's a long silence. "Y/N?"

You take off the blindfold and shove it in your pocket. Geonhak stands in front of you, a few feet away. His eyes are covered by a red blindfolded, not at all matching his white shirt and black jeans. His hands are at his sides. He takes a deep breath and undoes his blindfold.

"What are those two idiots doing?" he mumbles, folding the red cloth and shoving it in his jean pockets. He looks up at you slowly, and you swear your heart melts at the sight of him.

"Hi," you say, somewhat breathlessly. You've missed him so much.

"Hey."

There’s a moment of silence.

“Dongju texted me that he wanted me to help him with his dance. He practically begged me to come, and after I said no several times, I gave up and agreed to come. I guess he tricked me, huh?”

“Yeah. Hwanwoong said basically the same thing."

Gunhak chuckles. After a few seconds, you sigh and turn around to face the mirror. You see Geonhak behind you, trying the doorknob, before he groans and turns back from the door.

"It's locked, isn't it?" you ask, looking over at him. He nods.

"Those kids . . ."

You nod and smile, turning back to yourself in the mirror. It's been two weeks since you've seen Geonhak. Two weeks since you've danced.

You bend your knee and start humming the first song Geonhak taught you--A Song Written Easily. You start doing the choreography as well as you can, watching yourself in the mirror.

When you get to the end of his part in the first verse, you look up and see Geonhak watching you through the mirror. Your eyes meet his, and you feel your cheeks get warm as you look away from him.

"Have you been practicing?" he asks from where he's sitting on the floor.

You shake your head and sit down where you are. "No. I didn't . . . I didn't want to come here, because I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. I don't know what I did wrong or why you left, but I figured that it was because of me. I wanted to give you space."

He nods, staring at the floor. "I'm sorry."

"Geonhak . . ."

He looks up at you.

"What did I do?" you ask, looking into his eyes. You can feel your voice breaking, as if you're on the verge of tears. Maybe you are. "I've missed talking to you. I've missed having lessons with you. We were having a good day, having snacks, and you just left. I called you and I didn't get an actual answer as to why you left. I feel like it was my fault, but I can't do anything if you don't tell me what I did wrong. So Geonhak, please tell me what I did wrong."

You look away and dab at your eyes, knowing that you're definitely tearing up at least a little. You hear a shuffle and look up at Geonhak, who is now standing up. He walks over to the speaker and starts pressing some buttons on his phone. Music starts playing, and it takes you a second to recognize the song.

Geonhak walks back over to you and stretches his hand out to you.

"Dance with me."

"What?" you ask, confused.

"Dance with me."

You slowly slide your hand into his, and he pulls you to your feet. He holds both of your hands with his, and leads you in a slow dance with the slow music.

It's not like you haven't held hands before. Being friends, you've held hands several times with all of the members, including Geonhak. But this feels different to you. Maybe it's because you know you like Geonhak. Like like like him. Or maybe it's because he's staring into your eyes so very softly, and it makes you look down at your feet moving over the dance floor. And the way he squeezes your hand so gently and tenderly with such care.

"Y/N," he murmurs, and you look up at him. He's staring over your head now, at the wall behind you. "You didn't do anything wrong. I walked in and heard you and Hwanwoong talking. I heard him offer to teach you, so I got jealous and left. Honestly, I was being a bit stupid and couldn't face you afterward. I'm sorry."

"You only heard that part?" you ask. He nods, laughing and looking down. "So then you didn't hear me say no, then. I did say no, because I've enjoyed being taught by you and spending time with you. I've really missed you."

He smiles, looking back at you. "I've missed you too--teaching you, I mean." There's a pause. "And being with you. Spending time with you. To be honest, spending time with you is one of my favorite things."

"Me too," you admit.

"I think you're an amazing friend, Y/N," he continues his rambling. He's not quite looking at you. His eyes are on yours, but it's almost as if he's looking into them, through them. "I'm so glad that you became friends with Dongju all those years ago, because if you hadn't, I'd never have had the pleasure of being your friend. I'm so glad to be your friend, though sometimes I wish we were more. And I was so honored that you wanted me to teach you, because teaching you has been one of the most enjoyable things I've done."

You replay his words in your head. "Geonhak . . ."

"Hm?" He blinks, looking at you properly.

"Did you say you wish we were more than friends?"

He freezes his dancing, opens his mouth as if he's trying to figure out what to say. "D-did I say that?"

"You did . . ." You can feel your cheeks growing warm. His speechlessness is too telling.

He chuckles awkwardly and loosens his hold on your hands. His ears are bright red as he avoids making eye contact with you. "I didn't--what I meant was that I--"

You stand up on your tip-toes and plant a kiss on his cheek. His mouth is left open in shock as he stares, unblinking, at the wall behind you.a

After a few seconds, he turns back to you. "Y/N?" he asks, a confused, somewhat excited look on his face.

"Mhm?"

"Did you just . . . ?"

"Yep."

"And . . . and what did that mean?" he asks, his eyebrows scrunched up questioningly.

"That I like you too, idiot," you say. This is the first time you've really felt it. You like him. Despite the worries of what it'd be like to be with an idol, you like Geonhak.

He smiles at you widely and softly. He squeezes your hands tighter. "But I didn't even tell you that I like you."

"Well, you did. But do you?"

He chuckles, removing his hands from yours to wrap them around your waist. You place your hands on his shoulders, smiling up at him. "Yes, I do," he says.

"Does that mean you'll start teaching me again?" you ask. "I've missed dancing, and I was really looking forward to learning Twilight like you promised to teach me."

He laughs. "Of course. But I do have another question."

"Hm?"

"What does this--" He waves his hand to gesture to the situation, the two of you together, your hands on his shoulders and his arm around your waist. "--mean about us?"

"What do you want it to mean?" you ask. He pauses, thinking.

"I meant it," he says, "when I said I wish we were more than friends."

"Okay." You squeeze his shoulders.

"Okay?" He tilts his head curiously with a smile. "Okay what? What's okay?"

"Let's be more than friends," you say. He cracks a wide smile.

"Really?" he asks eagerly. You nod and he hums, hugging you tightly. "I have one more question."

"Mhm?"

"Can I take you out for ice cream or something as soon as Dongju and Hwanwoong let us out? As maybe a first date?" he asks. His voice, as usual, is deep, but his cheeks are pink from his shy smile.

"Alright. Can I pay?" you ask, pulling back so your hands slide back into his. "Because you payed last time?"

"I insist that I pay," he says. "I promise you can pay another time, okay Y/N? Consider it an apology for abandoning you for two weeks, okay?"

You pout. "Fine. But only if I can give you another cheek kiss."

"You can give me a cheek kiss whenever you want, Y/Nie."

You smile widely and kiss his other cheek, and don't miss he way he smiles shy and blushes. "Geonhak, how long have we been locked in here?"

He glances at the clock. "About half an hour. We still have half an hour left before those two kids let us out. What do you want to do during that time?"

You walk backward toward the wall, pulling Geonhak with you. "Cuddle?"

He smiles. "Okay."

You're slumped over with your head on Geonhak's shoulder. You had fallen asleep maybe ten, fifteen minutes ago, with your hand clasped in his.

He stares at you, thinking back to that one time, weeks ago, when you'd fallen asleep on him on the couch at the dorm. Back then, you were just friends. But now you're more than just friends. He can't believe it. His heart swells at the sight of your hands clasping each other.

The door opens and you lift your head in surprise, rubbing your eyes with the hand not in his. Hwanwoong has his hand on the doorknob, and Dongju stands behind him, looking into the room.

"So I assume you guys figured it out?" Hwanwoong asks, eyeing your clasped hands with a smile.

"Yeah," you say. Geonhak stands and helps you up.

"Can we go now?" Geonhak asks. Dongju chuckles.

"Yes, if you two are friends again," Dongju says. You look up at Geonhak. You're more than friends.

"Yep."

"Good."

You're sure Dongju is looking at the two of you, but you aren't quite sure. You're busy smiling up at Geonhak as the two of you start out the door.

"Y/N, I assume you don't want me to buy you ice cream?" Hwanwoong asks. You shake your head.

"Geonhak and I are hanging out," you reply. Dongju gasps loudly behind you as you and Geonhak walk down the hallway.

"Are you two finally together now?" Dongju asks loudly. Geonhak shoots him an annoyed glare, and Hwanwoong smacks his shoulder, but Dongju already has it figured out. "Finally. Does this mean Geonhak will stop talking on and on about how he's excited to see you?"

Geonhak drags you into the elevator before you can hear anything else Dongju or Hwanwoong have to say. You glance at Geonhak, who hasn't stopped staring at you with the softest smile.

"Can I get another cheek kiss?" Geonhak asks, leaning so that his back is against the elevator wall. You roll your eyes and take his face in your hands, standing on your toes to kiss his cheek. You pull away and he smiles widely, his ears turning red as he stares at you adoringly, placing his hands over yours on his cheeks.

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Dance With Me | Chapter 7

💙 Summary: After visiting the members of ONEUS during their dance practice, you find yourself inspired to learn to dance. You ask your friend Kim Geonhak to teach you.

💙 Chapter 7: 2,479 words

💙 Pairing: Reader X Kim Geonhak/Leedo / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Kim Geonhak/Leedo; Son Dongju/Xion; Yeo Hwanwoong/Hwanwoong; Lee Keonhee/Keonhee; Lee Seoho/Seoho; Kim Youngjo/Ravn;

💙 Rated: T for some minor swearing / Warnings: Minor Swearing; Jealousy (Later in the fic) / Genre: Fluff; Minor Angst (Later in the fic); Friends-To-Lovers; Happy Ending;

《 Series Masterlist // ONEUS Masterlist // Boy Group Masterlist 》

You carry a plastic bag with you as you head into the RBW building. You hadn't told the members that you were coming, hoping to surprise them after a long week of practice. It's been a few days since Geonhak's birthday, a busy yet fun day. At some point, later at night after dinner, Geonhak had pulled you aside to talk about learning the next song--Twilight--and in your excitement, you wanted to come to practice early.

A trainee in the hallway nods to you. You've spent enough time here that you know most of everyone at RBW. You're friends with ONEUS and ONEWE. You're close with quite a few of the trainees, and you've even met the members of MAMAMOO.

You stop in front of the practice room again. The music is playing gently in the background, but instead of being accompanied by the sounds of dancing footsteps, it's accompanied by laughter and chatter.

You place your hand on the doorknob and poke your head in. The six members are sitting in a circle, chatting about who knows what. Something about a new song or something.

"Hello?" you say, knocking on the doorframe. They look over at you, and you hold out the bag of food. "I got you guys some food, if you guys want it."

"Y/N!"

Dongju runs to you, and you expect a hug. Instead, he takes the bag of food from your hand and sits back down in his spot between Keonhee and Hwanwoong, and the three start digging through the bag.

"Wow, I thought you'd be happy to see me, not the food," you say, laughing. Geonhak, across the circle, scoots aside and beckons you to come sit in the newly made spot between him and Youngjo. You do, and smile over at him.

"Excited for practice today?" he asks quietly, smiling widely. "You've got Lit all the way done. And Valkyrie is most of the way there. We should be able to start with Twilight today."

You clap gently, very excited. Geonhak chuckles and smiles his cute, nose-scrunchy smile.

"Geonhak," Keonhe says. "Come with me to finish heating the food."

Geonhak sighs, before getting up.

"I'm excited for this afternoon," you say to him as he leaves.

Hwanwoong looks up from the takeout in his hands, from the other side of the circle. "What's going on this afternoon?"

"Oh, I'm gonna start learning Twilight with Geonhak."

"Oh right! I forgot you're dancing with Geonhak. How's that going?" Hwanwoong asks excitedly. "What have you learned so far, Y/Nie?"

"Geonhak has taught me A Song Written Easily, Lit, and I'm almost done learning Valkyrie."

"Oh?" Youngjo asks. "You should show us what you have done for A Song Written Easily. Let's see how good of a teacher Geonhak is."

You stand up, and Seoho plays the song from his phone. You start dancing along with the music, recalling Geonhak's movements as you watch yourself in the mirror. The members in the room--Yongjo, Seoho, Hwanwoong and Dongju--clap and cheer you on.

Once you finish, you bow as they applaud you.

"That was great," Hwanwoong says. "Geonhak's a good teacher, hm?"

"Yes, he is."

"I'm not surprised. And it shows. You dance like you've been doing it for a long time," Hwanwoong says.

"You said you're working on Valkyrie?" Seoho says. You nod. "Why don't you show us, and we give you some pointers?"

"Alright."

You dance as Seoho plays the song from his phone.

"At that part," Hwanwoong says. "You should bend your front knee more. It'll make it easier to move on to the next part."

You nod, continuing the dance.

As you reach the end of the song, your right hand stretched upward, the members clap for you. You sit back down, smiling from all of the attention.

"So, how'd you manage to get Geonhak to teach you right before our comeback?" Hwanwoong asks.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm just curious about how you got Geonhak to teach you," Hwanwoong says, eyebrow raised.

"Well," you say, "I asked Geonhak because I was too nervous to ask you, actually."

"What? We're friends, aren't we?"

"Yes, but back then we weren't as close as we are now." You laugh at the thought. "But now we're much closer."

"Hey, I'm still open to teaching you if you're interested, Y/N," Hwanwoong says. You open your mouth. Would it be rude to reject him?

But Geonhak is already teaching you.

The sound of a door closing echoes through the room, but you're too focused on the conversation to notice it.

Suddenly, Dongju smacks Hwanwoong's arm and whispers something in his ear. Hwanwoong looks from the door to you.

"Or not. Geonhak seems to be doing a great job at teaching you already, you know," he says quickly. You nod.

"Yeah. Thanks for the offer, though."

Keonhee walks over and hands out the snacks, small tubs of food. He hands you one and you frown.

"Where's Geonhak?" you ask Keonhee.

"He said he was going to the restroom," Keonhee says. He seems to want to say more, but doesnt.

As the ONEUS practice comes to a close, Geonhak doesn't appear. You ask Youngjo, and he seems as concerned as you. The rest of the members pack up to go to their respective spaces after practice ends. Youngjo heads to the studio, and Hwanwoong, Dongju and Keonhee pack up to head to the dorm. Geonhak is nowhere to be found.

Seoho taps your shoulder.

"If Geonhak doesn't show up," he says, "I'll be two rooms down, and Youngjo is in the studio. If you need either of us, feel free to interrupt either of us. Okay?"

"Thank you," you say. He waves goodbye and leaves the room. You're left alone in the practice room.

You pace back and forth. You still have ten minutes until your practice technically starts. Perhaps he went to get an extra snack for the two of you. Maybe he had to get something from the dorm.

But as the minutes pass, you remain alone in the practice room. Five minutes, then ten minutes past the start of your practice together, you're sitting with your back against the wall.

You take out your phone and call Geonhak. He doesn't pick up. You call again, and he doesn't pick up. The third time you call, the phone rings for a long time, and just as you're about to hang up, the other end picks up.

"Hello?" Geonhak's voice is muffled by the phone, but you'd recognize his voice anywhere.

"Geonhak," you say, breathless with stress yet relieved that he picked up. "Where the hell are you? Our practice started ten minutes ago."

There's a long pause. Or at least, it feels long. "Why don't you ask Hwanwoong to teach you?"

"What?" You pause for a moment, trying to figure out what's going on. "Geonhak . . ."

"You know what? I'm feeling a bit sick, I'm going to hang up. Bye."

He hangs up, and you're left alone in your thoughts.

What the hell?

You want to curl up. What is all this about? Geonhak is obviously mad at you for something, but as you think through the day, nothing comes up.

You sniff and wipe your eyes. Your hand comes away wet, and you realize that you're crying.

You stand up, sniffling, and sluggishly make your way out of the practice room, down the hall, and knock on the door to your right. The door to the studio opens up, and Seoho is standing beside the door, hand on the doorknob. Further into the room, Youngjo is sitting in front of the computer.

"Y/N?" Youngjo asks, leaning away from the computer. "Are you okay? Aren't you in practice with Geonhak?"

You look between them, and Seoho's face falls. He can tell from the sullen look on your face. You two might not be super close, but he still knows you.

"He didn't come," Seoho concludes. His voice sounds as sad as yours. He opens his arms. "Come here."

You hug him, and for some reason, you're crying into Seoho's chest. You don't see Youngjo and Seoho exchange worried glances.

"Do you want to sit down, Y/Nie?" Seoho asks, gesturing to the chairs against the back wall. You nod and sit with him. He hugs you and pats your back gently.

You hear clicking and look up. Youngjo is pressing things on his phone furiously.

"What are you doing?" you ask.

"Calling Geonhak."

You stare at him as he holds his phone to his ear.

"Geonhak, where are you?" he scolds into the phone. There's a pause. "Y/N is waiting for you, why aren't you here? You need to come back. No Geon--Geonhak! You can't just do that to them." He pauses, and then his voice softens. "They're in the studio with me and Seoho. Geonhak, what's going on with you? Geonhak!"

He takes his phone away from his ear and sighs.

"Youngjo . . . what'd he say?" you ask.

"He told me he's at the dorm. He's not coming back. He didn't say why."

You nod. At this point, you just want to know why Geonhak isn't here. Why he's mad at you like this. You two have argued before, you've been friends for years. So what could you have possibly done to make him suddenly leave you?

Or is this him getting back at you for the one time you left him during practice, because he got too close to you?

"That stubborn kid . . ." Youngjo looks at you and pauses. "The youngest three should be at the dorm by now. I'll ask Keonhee to check on him."

He types a text to Keonhee, then sets his phone aside. He turns his chair to face you.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" he asks gently. "I know these practices mean a lot to you. They mean a lot to Geonhak, too. I don't know what's wrong, but it's not your fault, okay?"

"Thank you, Youngjo. And Seoho," you say. "I don't know why he's upset at all. I think I did something but K don't know what."

"Wait, wait," Seoho says, thinking. "Geonhak disappeared right after you brought us snacks. You only saw him for a bit before he went to help Keonhee with the snacks, before he left. What could have happened in that time?"

You shake your head. You don't know.

Suddenly, Youngjo's phone rings. He picks it up quickly.

"Hello? Ah, Keonhee. He won't? What's he--oh. Please keep us updated, Okay Keonhee? Thank you." He pauses and whispers to you. "Geonhak won't say anything to them. He barely said hello when they walked into the room."

You want to find it comforting. That you're not the only one he's ignoring. You want to think that he might be mad at someone else, one of the members, but not you. But you have a feeling, deep down, that it has something to do with you.

"Y/Nie," Seoho says. "If you want, you can stay here. We'll walk you home after we finish, okay?"

"Okay," you say.

Geonhak sits on his bed, phone in hand. He's watching music videos, listening to music, playing games, anything. Anything to distract him from you. But he can't help but think back to only a few hours ago at the end of the ONEUS practice.

He was so excited to teach you today. He'd practiced extra this morning, redoing the Twilight choreography a few times and figuring out the little things like positioning.

He was elated to see you come in early. He couldn't help but smile when he saw you, both in general and today.

When he had walked back into the room to hand out some of the snacks, he saw you talking to Hwanwoong.

"I asked Geonhak because I was too nervous to ask you, actually," he had heard you say through the crack in the door. He knew this already. You'd told him the same thing when you asked him to teach you. But he doesn't like hearing he was your second choice.

"What? We're friends, aren't we?" he had heard Hwanwoong say.

"Yes, but back then we weren't as close as we are now." Geonhak heard you laugh. He loved your laugh. But he didn't want to hear you laughing with Hwanwoong. "But now we're much closer."

"Hey, I'm still open to teaching you if you're interested, Y/N," Hwanwoong had said. Geonhak froze. Now that you and Hwanwoong were close, there was no need for you to reject him. After all, he was the main dancer.

Geonhak loved teaching you dancing. He loved teaching and being helpful, he loved spending time with you, and this was a combination of the two. But thinking that you could always Hwanwoong teach you instead . . .

Geonhak turned around, closing the door a bit louder than he had intended, and stepped back. Keonhee had nearly walked into him.

"Aren't you going inside?" Keonhee asked, frowning.

"I, uh, yeah. Take these, please, I have to go to the restroom," Geonhak had said, handing Keonhee the food. He walked past him and headed down the hall, straight back to the dorm.

All he could think of was Hwanwoong teaching you instead of him. Hwanwoong offered to teach you, why would you refuse when the whole reason you didn't ask him in the first place was because you were too shy, and now you're closer?

"Geonhak?"

He looks over to the doorway, and Keonhee is standing there.

"Oh, you're home."

"Geonhak, are you okay? Are you feeling sick?" Keonhee asks.

He tries to think of a way to answer the question, but how to do that? No? Yes? He turns away from Keonhee.

"Let me know if you need anything."

After a moment, he hears Keonhee leave the room. He hears speaking in the other room. Dongju and Hwanwoong. Shouldn't he be glad that Hwanwoong is here instead of teaching you?

He starts to think of you again. You must be still with Youngjo and Seoho at RBW. You must be so mad at him for abandoning you before practice.

He's liked you for a long time. Long before he started teaching you dancing. He met you maybe four years ago, and he started thinking of you as more than a friend perhaps two years ago. You'd never seemed to feel the same way, and so he never acted on those feelings. But spending time with you, teaching you to dance, he thought maybe there was a chance that you might feel the same. That maybe you could be more than friends.

And then he'd heard Hwanwoong offering to teach you instead. He felt himself feeling absolutely crushed, absolutely deflated. So very jealous. He still feels that way, that he likes you so much and that to you, you're just friends.

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