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[daegall]

☆ late night company.

➷ in which the Gods give you a shit day, and Aphrodite makes up for it.

pairing: son of poseidon!jeno x daughter of ares!reader

genre: hurt comfort, fluff, slight angst, bff2l!AU

warnings: anxiety, injuries, reader is implied to be female!!

word count: 4k words

a/n: sorry if any opla readers get this i just suddenly got the urge to write for mr lee jeno bc <3 jeno tee hee !! also wtf this work has been sitting in my drafts for a whole 8 days i wanted to post it SO bad but i went out of country and didnt have my laptop </33

anw!!! bros the sunflower of 3 years is now jeno biased,,,, sorry hyuck i still love you

You feel your heart continuously spiraling in your chest. It's growing wild, crashing heartbeats uneven and quick. With every breath you breathe, you feel a dark, nervous pit in your stomach grow. 

Anxiety. 

One place you never fail to find yourself at when you're feeling especially weak, is none other than by the river. Oftentimes you spend your time skipping rocks or staring at the water, the tranquility bringing some kind of peace to you. 

However, none of those things seem to help tonight. 

You sit on the dock, playing and fiddling nervously with your fingers as your mind runs too fast for your liking. 

"You're on my property,"

A sudden voice to your right startles you, more than you'd like, yelping in surprise. 

And at your reaction, the person next to you instantly knows something is wrong.

It's Lee Jeno, son of Poseidon, heartthrob of all of Camp Half Blood. 

Someone who's stolen your heart.

Jeno stands there with a boyish smile on his face, a glint in his eyes shows no harm, though shines with charm. His hair is messy, which is normal for this late hour, but he seems as awake as ever. 

He's a big reason why you're in this state, and it seems to get worse and better at the same time as you observe his expressions. His eyebrows crease, in worry, lips that were previously smiling quickly transforming into a worried frown.

"Sorry," You mumble, frantically standing up. "I didn't realize,"

How did it even slip your mind? You're by the lake, he's the son of the God of the Seas, of course you're in his area. 

Before you can take a step forward, Jeno halts you, "No!" he reaches out with a hurry laced in his voice. "No, please stay,"

He could never forgive himself if he were to leave you alone in such a state. It's clear you're vulnerable. And for you to be just the slightest bit disturbed is a bad sign.

You've always been calm, composed, even in the heat of a battle, you were always so sure of yourself. Seeing you here, so oblivious about everything, your mind drifted somewhere far? Jeno can't help but worry.

"O-oh, okay," You nod, before awkwardly retracting your foot, taking it back right next to your other one. 

It's silent a moment after, with neither of you knowing what to say. All that can be heard is the quiet waves rippling through the lake, and the soft bristling of the trees brushing against each other. 

God, Jeno looks really cute tonight. 

It's rare to find him outside of his armor, paired with his sword, gifted from his father, and shield, looking fit for the title of a demi-god, and yet tonight you see him so human. He sports a bomber jacket, a random band t-shirt underneath, and a pair of basketball shorts. 

To put it simply, Lee Jeno looks very boyfriend material right now. 

To him as well, you look different from what you're usually looking like on a daily basis. Just like him, you look human. But in a different way. Once again, you look vulnerable. There's an obvious nervous glint in your eyes, unfocused and darting everywhere, and your form shrinks with every moment that passes, arms hugging to yourself. 

"Are you okay?" 

Jeno's voice is comforting, gentle, and yet it still manages to startle you. 

Why are you so uneasy tonight?

You don't respond. Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out. A moment passes, then another, but you can't seem to find your words. 

"No," You breathe out. In an instant, you feel your body relax when the truth finally comes out, relaxing further when Jeno seems to be unbothered by the fact, reaching out to you. 

You accept his offer, stepping closer to him, your fast heartbeat finally slowing when his hands gently search for comfort in yours, his thumbs rubbing gently at your skin. 

"I'm not okay,"

"I know,"

And when Jeno looks into your eyes, he doesn't think anything could hurt him more than this. He's been in countless battles, earned multiple injuries and scars, but there's a different kind of hurt when he sees the tears forming at your waterline. 

"Can you explain?" You find solace in his warm touch, following as he tugs at your arm. A silent invitation to his cabin. You don't pull away. Jeno glances at you for an answer, smiling softly when you nod simply. 

You can't explain it, but there's a feeling you have whenever you're around Lee Jeno. It's comforting, gentle, and you feel that you can be genuinely vulnerable around him. 

You think it's love. 

You date it back to last summer, when you had defeated him in a small spar together. Despite you winning, he was the one smiling brighter. It confused you at first. You thought maybe he was making fun of you, maybe he let you win, but a moment later, you realized it was admiration. 

The way his smile caused your own had your heart lifting, filling your head with thoughts you never thought you'd have for anyone.

When you went to Jaemin, son of Aphrodite, he thought you were dumb at first. How could you not see it? Lee Jeno had been harboring feelings for you for weeks, and finally, you felt the same. 

And just 2 weeks ago—13 days and 12 hours ago, to be exact, Jeno confessed his feelings. 

Feeling terrified and confused about what to do, you asked for time, time in which he gave you generously. 

You don't know why he's still nice to you, when you've been taking so damn long to answer him. 

You suppose he really does love you, you conclude it when he's taken you to sit with him on a couch. 

The cabin is quiet, so very quiet, it's a nice change from your cabin, full of life and busy people running left and right, with crafting tables in every corner, you like how quiet it is. 

Jeno sits patiently next to you, his hands still in yours. "How are you feeling now?"

You peer up at him, attempting to blink your tears away. "Better," You sigh, smiling lightly. It's natural, and unlike your usual bold smile, but Jeno feels absolutely lucky to be able to see it. 

"Will you tell me what's wrong?"

He means no harm, simply wanting to help you, but it still confuses you. How could he be so caring towards you?

You answer him, despite your mixed emotions, quietly mumbling, "I've just had a really shit day." Your head turns away from him, almost embarrassingly, pursing your lips.  

Jeno's hand releases from yours, and although you instantly miss its warmth, his fingers find itself caressing at your jaw lovingly, before he turns your head back to him. He looks at you with care, so lovingly that it almost overwhelms you, as he speaks, "Tell me about it,"

Something about Lee Jeno just makes you want to melt, to depend fully on him and be loved, to love him. It scares the shit out of you. 

"I lost a sparring," You mumble. Jeno can't help but chuckle a little. To others, losing a practice battle is routine, everyday, but it means so much to you it makes him feel proud of how passionate you are. 

However, there's something you're not telling him. He can feel it. 

"And then?"

"And then my siblings were constantly at my neck because of it."

Truth be told, it's not just today's battle. You've been off for 2 whole weeks, and for good reason. 

But feeling this way... it feels so foreign to you. You hate that Jeno has such a hold on you, such an effect on you, plaguing your mind and constantly being reminded of him from the smallest things, it's new. 

But another part of you longs for more, for more change, to explore this new thing, to be happy with Jeno. 

"I feel weak," You tell him. You feel even weaker when he hums in understanding, feeling the warmth of his fingers caress your skin. His hand is still on your jaw, now wiping away the stray tears you didn't even realize you had let slip, oh so gently and carefully. 

"I'm supposed to be strong, like my siblings, like my father. But I can barely control my emotions and actions and sometimes I just feel so... useless? I'm Ares’ daughter, for fucks sake. The God of war. I-I should be able to fight with no problem, win every fight. Isn't that what I was made for?" 

You can sense Jeno's growing concern, you can feel it with each hush he lets out when you cry a little harder, you can feel it now that he's let both of your hands go to cup dearly at your cheeks, and you hate that you yearn for more. 

Why must you appear so weak in front of Lee Jeno? 

"I know it's just my emotions and whatnot, but... god, I don't want to disappoint people anymore,"

Jeno shakes his head, squeezing gently at your cheeks. "Don't say that. You don't disappoint anyone,"

"I disappoint my father—I disappoint myself." You say instantly, and it's clear it's a thought you've had for a long time. "I disappoint you..."

Jeno's eyes desperately search for yours, his face leaning in close to yours. "Hey, hey, look at me,"

His voice lulls you to a calmer state, as he shakes his head lightly, and despite all that you've said, how much of a burden you've been to him, he smiles at you. How can he smile at you? When you've been nothing but so frustrating tonight? 

"You could never disappoint anyone," Jeno mumbles firmly, stroking at your cheek. "not me, at least,"

For months on end, Jeno has watched you beat yourself up for the smallest things you do wrong. A small mistake during a spar, tactics failing in a game of capture the flag, even when you get the date wrong you never cease to criticize yourself.

You've got high expectations. Expectations even you yourself can't reach. 

"Don't you see? I'm disappointing you right now," You breathe out. It's full of anguish, distress, as if to prove a point. A point that Jeno can never see. "I'm being such a burden, you shouldn't even have to take care of me—"

"—I want to take care of you." Jeno interjects immediately. "I need to know you're safe. I don't care if you think you're a burden, because I know you will never be one."

Through your sniffling, and wobbly lips, a smile is somehow curling on your lips, as your hands creep up to circle around Jeno's wrists. 

"There's that smile," He whispers, with the brightest grin you might ever see, a smile even Apollo, the God of sun and light could never beat. 

Jeno leans in close, before he presses his lips gently to your cheek, cleaning you of your tears. Each kiss he leaves on your skin spreads warmth within you, like a fire growing bigger and bigger, until it consumes your whole soul.

This time, you welcome the fire, finally feeling secure within Jeno's arms. 

What have you been so worried about? Lee Jeno may be oblivious at times, but he's not dumb. He's genuine, he's caring and loving and he's the same person who confessed his love for you 13 days ago, the same heart, the same mind, the same Jeno. 

So, you fall into him. You don't care if it's terrifying, or if you have a few bumps on the way, because Jeno is your safetynet. He always has been, and will always continue to be your safetynet. 

You just hope Jeno feels the same for you. 

You're brought back to reality when Jeno pecks lightly at your nose, his laugh resonating through the room right after he sees your shocked face. 

"You know I like you, right?"

You've known for 13 days and 12 hours. Even with all that time to process his confession, it's like he's saying it for the first time, as he holds your face dearly, as he stares into your eyes with so much emotion, it almost overwhelms you. He says it as if he means it. 

And he does. 

"I know," You know with all your heart. You melt when he smiles sweetly down at you, your throat burning with the urge to tell him that you like him too, hell you might even love him. Your fingers tingle, yearning for his touch, your heart burning for him. But he doesn't deserve it. Not after how long you made him wait for a response. 

You don’t understand how Jeno could ever look at you the way he is right now, his eyes shining with such a dear look in them, his lips curling lightly. You know you look like a mess, with your puffy eyes and wet cheeks, how could anyone see the worst side of you and still love you?

You suppose it’s the pressure you get from all your tough siblings, standards way too high for you to reach, but you know you would feel the same if Jeno was crying in your arms as well. 

“Good.” He mumbles. “It won’t change.”

A sensation hits you. Your heart jumps and you feel all of a sudden breathless. No amount of tears could take this much air from your lungs, and it’s not anxiety filling them. This time… it’s a warm feeling, it swirls and spreads all through you as Jeno continues. 

“I know what you’re thinking, Y/N, that I would stop liking you just because you didn’t answer me. But that’s not true,” He shakes his head, stroking at your cheeks as he scoots closer to you. His voice grows softer, but with the distance between you two, he’s never been clearer before. “I’ll wait for you. Forever, if I have to.”

Lee Jeno has you hypnotized, and you wonder if this is what sirens are like, because he’s all that you want suddenly, you feel so dizzy and hazed with… love. You love him, goddamn it, and he loves you too. 

“Just… take your time, okay? I want your answer to come from you, your heart. Not from your siblings, or father, or even me. I want your truth,”

And your truth is him. It stupid to think, but you truly do think that you were made to be with Lee Jeno. 

When he pulls away, and finally gives you some (very unwanted) space, you decide to tell him. 

“Jeno,” You breathe out. You’re sure the sounds of waves outside his window can easily beat your volume, but you’re more sure Jeno hears you, as his eyebrows shoot up instantly, and he hums, leaning in close. He’s always so tentative to you, you’ve always loved this trait about him. 

“It’s been two weeks–”

“–I said you don’t need to–”

“–I want to,”

This time, it’s him who goes speechless, and you can almost see the pink in his cheeks growing under the dark light of his cabin. “Go on,” He finally says. 

“Thank you,” You reply. “As I was saying, it’s been two weeks, and I’m ready to give you my answer.”

Jeno’s shocked when you reach over, fingers brushing over his, as you take his hands in yours. “I’ve… always been held under some sort of expectation, always being watched, waiting for some victory, and I hated it. I still do,”

Jeno’s heart softens, as does his eyes as he listens, knowing very well what you are talking about. You’ve isolated yourself countless times when you are unable to reach the expectations, afraid to show anyone emotion. 

“and god, did I want to give up. I’m sick of my siblings always picking at my every flaw, judging every step I take. I felt trapped. But you… you’re the opposite. I feel so free around you, it scares the shit out of me. I think about you constantly, day and night, when I’m training or just reading a book, every tiny thing reminds me of you and it’s honestly scary. And you have no expectations for me, it was confusing at first, but I understand now. I don’t have any for you, either. I love how competitive you are, and how you’re still so humble despite being a child of one of the big three’s, and how you take care of everyone, even people you don’t know, and hell–I find your lame jokes funny. I never minded when you’d watch over me, if anything, I loved it. And I was confused what it was at first,”

You suck in a deep breath, shutting your eyes, Your heart beats loud in all your senses, you feel it rising at your throat, tingling at your fingers that Jeno caresses, but it’s okay. It’s Jeno, he could never hurt you.

“But I know now.” Your eyes flutter open, and in a second, your nerves fly away. Jeno’s looking at you with so much love, patiently waiting for you to finish, so you do. 

“I like you, Jeno. I might even love you,”

You both grow silent after that. 

Once again, you grow anxious. 

Holy shit, did he lose feelings in the span of your 2 minutes spent ranting to him?

And when you’re about to lose all hope of an acceptance, Jeno’s fingers tighten around yours the moment they attempt to slip away. 

Alarmed, your eyes slowly trail back up to his face, unable to read his expressions. 

Jeno sighs. “Say it again?”

“The… the whole thing? I mean, I could,” You mumble. You’re serious. You could recite the whole thing if he wanted word-by-word, you’d do anything for Lee Jeno right now. 

When he doesn’t say a word, you suspect it’s what he’s genuinely asking for, clearing your throat to start over once again. “right, okay, uh… how did I start?”

Suddenly, you realize that you are not capable of reciting the whole thing word-by-word. It had all come out with its own flow, you had absolutely no control of your mind, nor did you even think you’d have to say the whole thing again. 

Despite that, you still try. “Um–I was always told I had expectations… is that what I said? I don’t know, I don’t really remember. Just something about um, feeling trapped, or something… and feeling free around you? Is that… I think that’s what I said.”

Stupidly, you keep going, knowing fully well that you can’t repeat the deep and touching moment. Jeno finds it so very endearing that you try, however, unable to find it in himself to actually stop you, when you look so cute holding onto his hands and trying to remember your words. 

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter, but after that I said something about, uh, you being a child of Poseidon? God, I can barely remember. Anyway, you’re cool, Jeno, you really are–”

Suddenly, your mouth clamps shut. A warmth envelops your chin, lips, to your cheeks, before you realize Lee Jeno has his hand covering your mouth, shutting you up. You’re surprised to see a grin on his lips, even more so when he starts chuckling, taking his hand off to ruffle it gently on the top of your head. “Not that part,” He finally says. 

“Then… which part?” The way you look at him, Jeno almost thinks you’re doing it all on purpose. Your eyes shining just for him, your confused scrunch on your eyebrows, how could he ever fall more in love with you?

“You love me?”

Oh. That part. 

“...yeah,” You breathe out, growing shy. It takes you a moment, before you remember his words. 

Say it again.

“I think I’m in love with you, Jeno,”

At your words, he seems to grow tense, but it’s different from all the sparring matches you’ve had with him. He has a huge smile on his face, his eyes creasing into little moons, moons in which you love, the smile that you long to see everyday. How did it take you so long to decide you love him?

“I think I’m in love with you too, Y/N.”

“Okay, cool,” You nod, attempting to act cool. The Gods know how you really feel, your heart beating as fast as ever, shit eating grin growing on your face as his hands slip in yours once more, as you lean into him. “that’s super cool,”

“mhm, yeah, really epic,” Jeno mirrors your attitude, you can tell he’s growing shy. You know from the way his voice dies down a little, growing small with mumbles, you know from the way he curls his body slightly, but he’s still as confident as ever, bumping his forehead with yours. 

You chuckle at the action, shutting your eyes to savor the moment. 

At that moment, you both silently thank Aphrodite, for guiding the both of you here, right now. 

Your eyes open once again, and you find Jeno already staring at you. You offer him a smile, one that he welcomes, and returns with his own bright grin. His mouth opens slightly for a moment, but nothing comes out. Jeno blinks, thinking hard to himself. 

You wonder what he could be thinking about, but before you could wonder more, or even ask what’s on his mind, he speaks. 

“Can I… kiss you?”

You chuckle lightly at his words, bringing your forehead away from his as your head throws back in soft laughter. Albeit confused, Jeno still watches, his heart burning with every laugh you let out. 

“You know you don’t have to ask, right?” You finally say as you stop laughing. “Go ahead,”

Jeno smiles, and his face is so close to yours that he could smile against your own. Your noses brush, eyes slowly shutting, and his warm lips envelop yours. It feels tender, soft, gentle, and loving, his hands wrapping slowly around your waist. Kissing Jeno is different from what you’ve always thought kissing him would be like. It’s comforting, not rushed. It’s welcoming, it feels like home, where you’ve always belonged. 

Jeno feels the exact same thing, his lips curling and shifting between yours as your hands hold dearly at his jaw, caressing at his skin. 

When you pull away, all that resonates through the Poseidon cabin is your shallow breathing, and sounds of the soft waves hitting shore, and it couldn’t be more perfect. In Jeno’s arms, worrying about nothing, thinking about nothing but him. 

“Stay the night?”

“What?”

Jeno’s eyes widen as he realizes his abrupt words, his mouth gaping. “N-no! Not like that!”

You both know it’s not like that. You find it cute that he still says it, anyway. 

“I-I mean, your siblings upset you, right? You don’t want to go back to your cabin–unless you want to! Of course, it’s your choice, completely,”

And they say chivalry is dead. 

All you can do is continue to stare at him as he goes on and on, admiring the way his cheeks grow red, and his rushed words, you wonder if this is how Jeno felt when you ranted before. 

“I, personally, don’t want you going somewhere you don’t feel safe in, you know? With people who have hurt you. We could just hang out, talk, or something. I can show you a bunch of stuff my dad left for m–”

This time, Jeno’s shocked, blinking at you as your hand envelops his lips to halt his ranting.

“I’d love to stay over,” You mumble, dropping your hand from his face. “you’re the only one I feel safe with right now,” 

Jeno finally grins, feeling love resonate through his body, reaching out to place his palm on your cheek. The love spreads and multiplies as you lean into his palm, like a disease, but you know if that was the case you would have been infected for a long time already. 

“...so can I check out Poseidon’s trident?”

“Oh, for sure. That thing’s huge.”

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[armysantiny]

-[renjun; soft bf headcanon

P: Renjun x gender neutral reader | G: fluff, headcanon | Inc: soft bf!renjun, meeting on sns, handholding, teasing, friends to lovers, getting smothered by your friends, café dates | Wc: 451 | W: food cw | R: G

Nct’s resident artist boyfriend everyone!!

Anywho—

You and Renjun initially met at an art workshop

He was looking for help with a brush technique and there you were, having just learnt it from the art professor

Bless you for offering to help him because he’s certain he wouldn’t have asked himself

Somewhere during the workshop, social media handles are shared

You two are the creative friends to lovers fr

Sending aesthetic pictures to each other and saying what do we think?

Renjun’s the one who takes the initial leap to give you his number

And the rest was history <3

Renjun is 100% the teases you out of love boyfriend

It’s his love language <33

Very much a fan of buying little trinkets he finds that remind him of you

Presents them to you when he gets home by quite literally dumping the paper gift bag in your lap

Immensely satisfied by the reaction on your face

Takes you to craft stores and small privately-owned cafés on dates

Saves your favourite new cafés and restaurant on his phone so can grab desserts and take-out from there on his way home for you

This man makes such a good impression on your friends

I’m convinced they smother him in affection whenever he joins you on an outing

Low-key pleading for help with his eyes while he’s having his poor soul squeezed out of him

And you’re over there watching him suffer with an unassuming grin on your face

What did he really expect from you, huh?

You little traitor – his words, trust me

But it’s fine, he loves you anyway

Even if he’s wheezing to get his breath back

Isn’t the biggest fan of PDA but peppers you with kisses all over the second you two are alone

Expect forehead kisses and the occasional peck on the lips when you two are outside

Hand holding with Renjun >>>

Makes up for his lack of PDA by having your hand in his almost always

He stuffs your hand in his pocket when it’s cold and puts a hand warmer in the hand he is (unfortunately) not holding

Pretends not to absolutely combust when you put your head on his shoulder as you’re walking home from a date

He feels absolutely normal about this. Yes :D

Takes candid pictures of you and uses them in a collage that he surprises you with on your birthday

I swear down he has the softest of smiles as you process the gift in your hands

Has the sweetest of heart eyes fr

“This…you made this for me?”

“Of course I did, my love~”

You better keep this man

Renjun best boyfriend

I’m rooting for you two <3

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[junjungsunwoo]

Hello,

Mist been a while since I’ve posted and really, being comply honest I’ve missed being here, but I don’t think I can stay here for any longer. There has just been so many things going at the same time that I’m really failing to keep up with so I’m now going to be going on a permanent hiatus.

I don’t know how long that’s gonna be, I just know it’ll be quite a while. I’m so sorry to everyone who was looking forward to a continuation to my series or was waiting for one of my stories to be published. This account will still be up and I will still occasionally come on, so if you see an idea you like from a post of mine and want to use it, contact me and let me know.

This also means that all of my collabs and all of the collabs that I’m in will also be discontinued and I will be dropping out. I am so so so sorry about this, but I really have to leave for my sanity’s sake, I feel like I’m on an edge right now so I really need a break. As well as the network of @knet-bakery is going to be coming to an end as well, I am so sorry about this, all discord servers will be deleted,

And once again, I’m so sorry to everyone.

Please, please reblog this so people can see it.

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@sankyeom @viastro @sunlightwoo @bbangsoonie @yourjaylaks @hvae @babycheese-6v6 @nayuyeons

[yuta-senpai]

Bodyguard | Jeno

Prompts: 

22. “Be good for me and spread your legs.”, 33. “If I have to pull over this car, you won’t be able to walk for a week.”, 28.  “You take my fingers so well baby.”

- Pairing: Bodyguard Jeno x Princess reader

- Genre: Smut and a little angst

- Warnings: Secret relationship, unprotected sex, breeding kink, and daddy kink.

- Word count: 2.1k

You sighed as you looked out the car window, the raindrops cascading down the window, wasn’t this every young girl’s dream?  Being a real princess.  If it was like the fairytales, sure it would be fun but it was nothing like that.  You had many responsibilities and lessons to learn, your life was spent mainly hidden behind closed doors as you learned the ins and out of being royalty so that you would be prepared for the day when you became queen.  You didn’t get to just sit around and be pampered and you didn’t have many friends.  Not all royalty was like this but your family was constantly in fear of something happening to you so you were kept sheltered away. 

The only people close to you were the ones who your family deemed safe.  The only people your age you were around were the handmaids and your bodyguard.  You would see people your age at the occasional ball and you never were around any young men unless your parents were trying to find the man to wed you off to.  The only male your age you were around was your bodyguard.  

You let out another sigh and your bodyguard cleared his throat from the driver’s seat of the car, “What is on your mind miss?”

“My parents keep sending me out to go on dates with these princes and they are all just so drab.  I am so tired of it.”

“Well you are an adult and usually you would have already had a husband chosen for you but your parents gave you time.”

“I should just marry you Jeno.”

You were sitting on the passenger side in the back and you noticed the way he gripped the wheel tighter.

Jeno and you had started playing a dangerous game a few years back.  When you were younger you had an older man as your bodyguard but he was replaced with Jeno, and with your persistent flirting the two of you ended up messing around.

“I really don’t want to go meet this man.  Why don’t we just go back home.”

“Your parents would fire me if I did that.”

“Hmm but I need you Jeno.”

You pouted when you noticed he wasn’t going to give in.  

You placed one foot on the center console and spread your legs out to entice him.  You had on a skirt but there were pantyhose underneath.  You started to lightly touch yourself and let soft moans escape your lips.

“Ahh Jeno, please.’’

He looked back quickly and cursed under his breath then focused back on the road.

“Don’t do this right now miss.”

You started to move your fingers faster against your clit and moan louder.

“If I have to pull over this car, you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

“That’s what I want you to do Jeno.  Now please.”

Jeno looked around for a place to park and found a private parking garage.  You stopped touching yourself as he paid for parking and then he drove into a dark corner.  You unbuckled your seatbelt as he opened the door opposite of you.  His gaze was dark, and you could tell he was pissed but turned on.  You had been very busy recently and hadn’t been able to do this in a while.

He sat down in the car and closed the door behind him, his eyes never leaving yours.  You spread your legs towards him and beckoned him over.  He crawled towards you, hovering over you.  He pressed his nose against yours, his eyes still locked onto yours.

You started to get nervous under his intense gaze.

“Hi.”

He smirked, “Hi.”

He leaned and connected his lips with yours, and you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him in closer.

You kissed each other with so much passion, so much need.  Both of you having built up sexual frustration over the past few weeks of being so close but unable to touch each other.  He rubbed his hand over your aching heat and groaned at feeling your pantyhose.  He pulled back from the kiss for a moment to grab and rip your pantyhose right down the middle.

“Fuck Jeno, you could have taken them off.”

He kissed you again, “Too much work.”

He pushed your panties to the side and pulled away from the kiss to wet his middle and ring finger in his mouth.  Then he kissed you again as he pushed two fingers into you.  You moaned into his mouth at the contact, “Going so fast Jeno.”

“We have to be quick okay.  I would love to spend all night in this car with you but we can’t be very late for the meeting.”

He curled his fingers inside of you, immediately finding your most sensitive spot.  He knew your body so well.

He pulled away from the kiss, his lips smeared red from your lipstick.  He kissed down your neck leaving faint red marks from your lipstick down your neck. 

You moaned out and fidgeted underneath him.  He started to curl his fingers faster, trying to pull an orgasm from you.

He leaned back and watched his fingers inside of you, and he groaned as he watched his fingers coated with your wetness.

“You take my fingers so well baby.”

You reached to grab his arm, trying to slow him down.

“Ahhh too much Jeno.”

“You can take it.”

He grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head, up against the car door. 

You tried to tighten your thighs around him but he kept them pushed apart with his thighs.  You gasped loudly as you came around his fingers, your chest moving rapidly as you shook.

“Good girl, I told you that you could do it.”

He kissed your forehead then pulled his fingers out of you.  You let your body relax and he let go of your hands above your head.

He undid his belt, and unzipped his pants, pushing them and his boxers down his thighs just enough for his dick to pop free.

You reached down and gripped it, stroking it a few times.  He sucked in a breath and shuddered at the feeling.

“I wanna suck on it.”

You ran your finger over the tip, collecting the precum, and you sucked that finger into your mouth tasting it.

He gripped your chin, turning your gaze up to him.  “As much as I would love to feel you choking on my cock, we can’t get that pretty little face of yours that messy.  Plus we know you become a dumb cock slut when I let you suck on it.”

He ran his thumb over your bottom lip and you took it into your mouth, sucking.

He pulled his thumb away and smirked, “So good for me.”

“Please... Daddy, I want to suck on your cock.”

He froze, “What did you just call me?”

You bit your lip, “Daddy?”

“Baby, you know what that does to me.  Are you wanting me to punish you?”

“You did promise me that you would fuck me until I couldn’t walk.”

“Don’t test me, baby.  You might regret it.  I am doing my best to not make a mess of you but I won’t be able to hold back if you keep this up.”

“Daddy, please.”

He groaned and leaned back admiring you as he stroked his cock.

“Be good for me and spread your legs.”

You bit your finger as you stared at him, slowly spreading your legs open for him.

He let out a heavy breath through his nose and his shoulders relaxed.

He moved in between your thighs, leaning over you, he placed his hand next to your head on the seat.  He rubbed the head of his cock over your clit, then down to your core, and back up.

You wrapped your legs around his hips, “Please fill me up, daddy.”

He pushed inside of you slowly, and you clawed at his shirt as he filled you full.

“So fucking tight for me.  Gonna have to start fucking you more just to stretch you back out.”

You whimpered and arched your back up.

“Did you miss my cock baby?”

“Y-yes so much.  So fucking much.”

“Missed your pussy baby.” He grabbed onto the car door to steady himself and started to thrust fast.  Your whole body moving with each thrust.  He thrust particularly hard and your head hit against the door and you both chuckled.  He leaned down close and placed his hand over the top of your head to cushion it as he continued to thrust into you hard and fast.  His hand hit against the door with each thrust.  He buried his face down in your shoulder and groaned, “Fucking feel so good.”

You tightened your legs around his waist and he reached down, grabbing your hip to give himself a better angle.  

He moved from your shoulder to look into your eyes, the two of you sharing a loving gaze at that moment.  When you said you should just marry him, you meant it, because you truly did love him but your parents would never allow such a thing.  You wrapped your arms around his neck and he leaned down to kiss you.  Your lips connected in a passionate kiss and your foreheads rubbed together as he continued to thrust into you.  Sweat from his forehead fell onto yours.

He leaned back from you, and you let your arms fall from around his neck.  He grabbed the underside of your thighs, pushing your body in half so he could reach an even better angle in you.

He hit a certain spot that made you gasp and desperately grab onto the seat.  

“Right there, please don’t stop.”

His fingers dug into your thighs as he started to thrust faster at the perfect angle.  You couldn’t help the loud gasping moans that escaped your lips as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge.  

You reached out and grabbed his arms, leaving scratch marks down them, your body arched, your eyes close shut, and your thighs shook around him as you came.

Jeno continued to thrust fast, trying to prolong your orgasm as long as he could.  

You had stopped breathing, holding your breath as you came, when you took a deep breath and opened your eyes you saw him staring at you.

“Such a pretty girl when you cum on my cock.”

He moved his hands to your hips and started to move even faster, chasing his own orgasm.  

“Gonna cum inside me daddy?”

He groaned, his head falling forward.

“Just gonna impregnate you so you are mine.  Want you all for myself.”

“Yeah, pump me full daddy.  Make me yours.”

His eyebrows furrowed and his breaths got heavy as he was about to reach his high.

You ran your nails down his arms and that sent him over the edge.  He moaned deeply and his hips moved sporadically as he came inside of you.

His body tensed then relaxed and he leaned forward against you.  You started to pet his head and he relaxed even more against you.

Neither of you wanted to move because you knew the moment that he moved it meant you needed to head to meet up with the man you might end up marrying that wasn’t Jeno.

He massaged your sides with his hand and laid still inside of you, his cum leaking out around his softening cock.

“Baby, we really need to go.  I can cover for a bit by saying traffic and we had to stop for a moment to grab something because you weren’t feeling well but it will be suspicious.”

You let out a heavy sigh, “Please just a bit longer.”

He let his head rest against you for about a minute longer then leaned up and kissed your lips then your forehead.

“We have to go now.”

He finally fully pulled out and you whimpered at both the sticky feeling and also the loss of contact.  He leaned up and grabbed wipes from the front and wiped you clean.

He cleaned you up then kissed you one final time before moving back to the front to drive the car.  

You sat in the back trying to make yourself look presentable again.  You caught Jeno’s eyes on you several times.

The ride to the restaurant was silent other than the soft hum of the car.  Once you got there he opened the car door, and when you were about to step past him he stopped you.

“Please don’t fall for him.  I really want you all for myself.”

You stared into his eyes and smiled softly, “I promise.”

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5 Strikes to Love Me || d.sc

PAIRING || Sicheng x female reader

GENRES || Enemies to Lovers AU, College AU, Slowburn, Angst, Fluff, Frat AU.

SUMMARY ||  You had never met someone more infatuating than Dong Sicheng. Spilling coffee on you and taking your seats during classes were just a few things he did to make you hate him immensely. And you had a rule which you always followed when you made an enemy: they had five strikes to get back to your good book or to make you love them again. And Sicheng seemed very very much interested in getting every single of those five strikes.

Or, in which, after an heated encounter with Dong Sicheng, you find yourself in a roller coaster of emotions

WARNINGS || Slight Angst, Profanities

WC || 3.2k

A/N || This fic is for Hannah @svchengss​ I’m so so sorry this is soooo late I honestly had a whole ass different fic planned for you and half way through writing it (2k) I realised that I could never get that done as it just wasn’t feeling right. But I promise you one day when I finally publish that fic I’ll tag you! Also sorry if this fic is bad enemies to lovers or college au isn't really one of my strongest suits and I tried my level best! Also, this fic was inspired by @ireneissance​ ‘s Three Strikes! Do give it a read it’s wonderful!

EVENT || Part of the fic exchange event by @moonlight-additions​ and @cherryutas​ thank you for letting me take part in this wonderful event!!

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╼ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈

“Dong Sicheng.”

The cold voice rang out clear enough for the entire classroom to stop its mayhem and look at the duo, who earlier this week had caused a scandal big enough to spread throughout the college campus in a rapid fire.

The said boy looked up from his notebook, equally annoyed eyes meeting the voice of the owner as he frowned at her asking her to continue.

“You are sitting on my seat.” Y/N gritted, trying not to make a scene in front of the class like last time, when he had bumped into her in the cafeteria, spilling her coffee and then refusing to buy her a new one.

This wouldn’t have been so known in the college if either of them didn’t burst into a shouting competition, which ended with them having to be finally pulled apart by their friends.

“Really? I don’t see your name over here. Or do you, perhaps, own this seat?” He asked coolly, not even making attempts to move.

The class held its breath as the students now watched you turn visibly angry, your pretty brows crinkling in disbelief at his audacity.

“Do you,” she began slowly just to make sure he was well aware, “even know who I am?”

Now he raised his eyebrows. 

“Does it make a difference?”

She sucked in a breath, trying to keep her composure. She really didn’t want to lash out at him. No point wasting your time and beauty on someone so infuriating.

“Look here Sicheng. You have exactly five strikes to make me love you, so do NOT waste them I’m warning you.”

“Love me? Why the fuck do I want you to love me? And five strikes for what exactly?”

She ignored the first question, going for the second instead.

“Once I mark down an enemy, I give them exactly five strikes to get on to the better side of me. Because trust me, you do not want me as your enemy.”

It was true. No one definitely wanted her as their enemy. She was, after all, one of their professor’s daughter. One of the most strict professors. And the last thing they wanted was to cross him and get themselves into trouble.

But to her dismay, Sicheng just shrugged.

“Really. You aren't worth getting back into your good books.”

Even though his comment hit her like a blow, she covered the hurt on her face quickly. She opened her mouth to retort back but was interrupted immediately.

“Sicheng! Y/N! What’s this commotion I’m seeing!” Their attention snapped back to the professor who had walked in. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she realised she was the only one standing up whilst everyone else had sat down already. 

Embarrassed, she quickly sat down on the empty seat beside his.

“Meet me after class, the two of you.”

She glared at him and he glared back, before turning back to his notebook.

“Strike one.” You muttered under your breath.

╼ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐈

“Fuck you.” She muttered, as she forcefully pulled out the weed from the soil, nearly uprooting the rose plant along with it.

“Careful. You definitely don’t want to be responsible for replanting those roses again.” Sicheng warned her, to which she just gave him a look of “I-know-what-I’m doing-mind-your-own-business”.

Sicheng and her had ended up being assigned to garden and tend the rose bushes in front of their college along with the gardener, who right now, had gone for a little break. This activity was supposed to be a ‘bonding time’ like the professor had instructed but Y/N really couldn’t see herself  and Sicheng bonding anytime soon.

“Well, it’s all your fault we are here.” She snapped.

“My fault? How was it my fault? If you hadn’t demanded that seat was yours and just sat down on the seat next to me-”

“I’ve been sitting there for the whole week!” She exclaimed, nearly falling down in her excitement.

He shrugged.

“Doesn’t make it yours honestly.”

She humphed, and went back to working wondering when it would be lunch time soon so that she could get a break from him.

“You are gonna hurt yourself like this.” She said all of a sudden, as she noticed the way he was cutting the branches of the rose. He too, like her, ignored her advice.

And no sooner had those words escaped her mouth, Sicheng let out a gasp as one of the thorns pushed into his skin.

He yanked the gloves out of his hand, and cursed lightly at the sight of the thorn stuck in his finger.

She tsked at him as he began to take it out, causing him to stop. He looked at her dryly and she beckoned him closer to her. Sicheng rolled his eyes but nonetheless edged closer to her.

Taking his hands in her now ungloved ones, she expertly pulled out the thorn from his finger. It was done so fast he didn't even have the time to reach.

Sicheng stared at his finger in amazement, as he watched a small trickle of blood come out.

"Come on." She said, throwing away the thorn and standing up. He looked up at her in confusion.

"Where to? We aren't done yet-"

"We need to apply antiseptic and a band aid on that." She pointed, already hopping out of the soil onto the hard pavement. Then looking at him she said again, " We don't want that to become infectious now, do we?"

Sicheng stared at her. All of a sudden, it was like she was a whole different person. Now that they weren't fighting like usual, he wondered why others called her "sweet", a value he was always sceptical about associating with her.

She waved at him.

"Earth to Sicheng? Are you okay? Or did you lose too much blood?" She snickered.

Her snide remark jolted him back to the present, and he rolled his eyes and quickly got up, following her inside.

The coolness of Y/N's room was a blessing against the sweltering heat they had to garden in.

Presently, Sicheng found himself sitting on the bed next to the girl he detested the most, as she took out the ointment and band aid.

 himself sitting on the bed of the girl he hated the most, right next to Y/N. His hand was on hers and all of a sudden the room seemed to feel hot.

Gently, she dabbed the ointment on his finger and it stung a little, causing him to wince.

She looked at him concerned and for a second Sicheng felt his heart stop. 

“Are you okay?” She asked softly. He opened his mouth to speak but no sound came out as he stared at her instead. The sunlight coming from the window beside her bed lit her up, accenting her features more. Her hair stuck on to her slightly sweaty forehead but somehow he found that it made her look more natural. …And more beautiful. Despite being sweaty, he could still get a whiff of her soap, and Sicheng felt his stomach flip a little.

He gulped, trying to remember her question. What was that she had asked? 

She raised an eyebrow at him and he felt his cheeks burn, as he looked away hastily clearing his throat.

“Uh, I-”

The door to her room opened with a bang, causing both of them to jump apart, not that they were doing anything inappropriate.

“Hey baby.” Jung Jaehyun strode into the room confidently, and Sicheng watched as Y/N’s face broke into one of the brightest smiles he had ever seen. 

Confidently, Jaehyun leaned down and pecked her lips, and she let out a small giggle.

Suddenly Sicheng felt a sharp pain in his chest, and he frowned, wondering what even was this emotion.

“Hi, Jae! How did you know I’ll be in my room?” She asked, still smiling at him like a person madly in love. Which she probably was.

“I didn’t actually know you’d be there here. I, uh, came to get my jacket!” She didn’t seem to notice him stuttering but a small part of Sicheng was nagging as the scene he had seen a few days ago kept replaying in his mind. If she was his girlfriend then who was she?

“Ah yeah! You left it last night!” She said, reaching for something behind her bed and pulling out a leather jacket. She handed it over to him with a smile.

“Hey!” Jaehyun said, acknowledging Sicheng for the first time. Maybe it was his imagination, but he could surely see the panic in his eyes. Did he know that Sicheng had seen that?

“Hey man. How are you?” He asked, to which the other boy just shrugged.

“Good good. By the way, Johnny invited us over to his house tomorrow. Both of you too. So you better be ready okay?” Jaehyun said, waving them goodbye and zooming out of the room faster than he had come in. No sooner had the door closed in front of them, Sicheng whipped towards Y/N as she quietly put the band-aid on his finger, a small smile still lingering on her face.

“Jaehyun is your boyfriend?” He asked incredulously.

She raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah and?”

He opened his mouth to tell her what he had seen but for some reason, he couldn’t get himself to tell her the truth. Maybe it was the fact that he didn’t want to see her heartbroken.

“He’s an asshole.”

The words slipped out of his mouth before he could even comprehend what he was saying.

“Excuse me?” She screamed, pushing herself away from him.

“I said, he’s an asshole.”

“Oh is that so? You know who else is? You.” She spat, venom in her every word.

Sicheng felt his patience snap as he looked at her annoyed.

“Maybe I am. But he’s a bigger asshole. And honestly you would be the biggest one if you didn’t believe me.”

He felt himself fall from her bed onto the hard floor as Y/N pushed him off her bed, seething with rage. 

“Asshole.” She hissed. “Get out of here. I don’t even want to be anywhere near you.”

Sichneg got up nonchalantly, brushing himself up. He walked towards the door, and finally looked at her once more before leaving.

“Trust me, you’ll regret loving him.”

“Strike two!”

╼ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐈𝐈

“Do you think this looks good on me?” She muttered, looking at herself in the mirror. She saw the girl beside her roll her eyes, clearly bored with her long choosing process.

“Goddammit Y/N! You look good in all! Just pick one!” Minjeong groaned, tired of the long shopping session they had. Their hands were overflowing with bags of clothes but Y/N still couldn’t seem to decide on the perfect clothes.

“Hmm but I want a perfect one for Jae!” She giggled. Her best friend sighed angrily, before walking up and throwing her original clothes at her.

“Wear these. Or I’m leaving you this instant.” 

Y/N frowned at her hurriedness, but nonetheless changed back to her clothes and stepped out of the dressing room.

She walked out of the dressing room and straight to the counter, where Minjeong was already billing for her clothes. Finally paying for her things and being handed her bags, she rounded around only to bump straight into someone.

Her bags fell from her hand and she let out a small oof.

“Oh it’s you again.”

The familiar voice caused her to look at the speaker, and she scowled at Sicheng. 

“What are you doing here?” She asked, irritated to see him.

He raised an eyebrow too.

“What, do you own the store too now?” He snockered.

“You shouldn’t step outside. There’s people outside who look like they want your head on a platter.”

“Aww, jealous?”

“Jealous of you?” She snickered. Sicheng rolled his eyes, before bending down to pick up her bags and handing them to her.

She looked at him in surprise as she took the bag from him, still unclear on why he helped her.

“We should stop fighting over petty stuff.” He leaned in and whispered, before walking away. She whipped around to stare at his reiterating figure, only for her thoughts to be broken by Minjeong’s laughter.

“Your cheeks are burning oooh!”

Y/N turned away embarrassed, before pulling her still laughing best friend out of the shop.

“That will be strike three Sicheng.”

╼ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐕

“Hey, what are you doing here?” Sicheng asked, frowning at the girl sitting all alone in the corner of the room. The room was very poorly lit and he couldn’t see her face clearly, so he sat down beside her.

Y/N turned towards him sniffling, and he froze as he saw her tear stricken face.

“Y-Y/N? What’s wrong? What happened?” He asked her, trying to hide the worry in his voice. 

“Sicheng.” She whispered, in the most vulnerable voice and he felt himself automatically wrap his arms around her. She too leaned into his touch. “Sicheng I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?” He asked.

She looked up at him and he felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. What had happened?

“I-I’m sorry for c-calling you an asshole. You were right about Jae-” She broke down into tears once more, unable to complete her sentence. He pulled her into a crushing hug, as though it would stop her pain. “I’m sorry. I should have trusted you-”

“Hey hey hey. Shh. Calm down first okay?” he whispered, gently patting her back. "Of course you wouldn't trust me. It's not like we were on good terms."

"I should have listened to you." She mumbled into his t-shirt again, and he guessed that she was drunk.

He dearly wanted to let her go and find Jaehyun, and give him the lunch he deserved but a small part of him didn't want to let go of Y/N. It was as though if he let her go, she  might get hurt again.

"I'm sorry. I should have explained to you why. This is partly my fault too." He muttered into her hair, rocking her gently.

She looked up at him once more and Sicheng felt his heart stop. She looked so beautiful that he wanted to pause this moment just to stare at her forever.

"Why didn't you tell me then, though?" She asked.

He gulped, and decided to tell the truth.

"Because I didn't want to break your heart."

The yellow light was throwing a faint glow on her face as she stared at him with slightly parted lips. He felt his breath flatter as she leaned in slightly.

And before he knew, her lips were on his, kissing him gently. He felt her clutch the collar of his t-shirt tightly as he pulled her in closer with a quick jerk,  wanting to feel her touches more.

His head was spinning like crazy, and the more he tried to figure out what was going on, the more he found himself lost.

It was like the only thing in his mind was the feeling of her lips against his, the softness of her clothes under his fingertips…

Sicheng had kissed many girls before from his thousand different flings and girlfriends but kissing Y/N was somehow different. It felt more...natural. And it felt more true.

The kiss was over too soon in his opinion and the next thing he knew, he was staring at her swollen lips, the urge to kiss her again much stronger.

But she was drunk and he didn't want to do something that might cause her to regret later.

Slowly, she leaned in so that their lips were brushing against each other's.

"That's strike four. For not telling me."

He found himself laughing as he got up, pulling her with him.

"You'll be thanking me later. But now let's get you home." And he prayed that she got over Jaehyun as quickly as his heart was beating right now.

╼ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐕

The door to the small cafe swung open, revealing a shivering man as he quickly stepped inside. Once he was inside the warm and comfortable coffee shop he stopped shivering, looking around for someone.

Sicheng's eyes finally landed on Y/N's, as she waved at him happily.

He walked over to her, taking a seat opposite to her.

"Hello." She said sheepishly. 

"Hello. How are you?" Sicheng asked, smirking at her shy attitude.

"Good good. How's your holiday going on?" She asked.

Y/N had asked him whether he wanted to meet up during the holidays in her favourite cafe, to which he immediately agreed. Even though he didn't want to look too eager, he didn't want to lose this opportunity to meet her too.

What he had never told her was during this small friendship which had bloomed between them,  he had fallen madly in love with her. His mind kept wandering back to that night when they had kissed, but she never mentioned it, nor did he bring it up assuming that she had forgotten it.

Nonetheless, he loved everything about her. Her stubbornness, her laughter, her beauty and her everything.

Even though he saw her everyday, it was like he was falling in love with her every time he saw her.

Even now, as he saw her smile at him, he felt his head go dizzy at her beauty.

"I hope you don't mind but I ordered my favourite cake for you!" She said, peering at him curiously.

"Nooo I don't want to try what you like!" He whined. Her face fell a little and Sicheng felt his heart break a little but he suppressed it for the laughter bubbling inside him. "That's alright. I'll get you something else-"

"I was joking." He grinned.

She opened her mouth and closed it, trying to process what he had just said. Then she glared at him, pouting at him.

They talked for a long time, eating their cakes and drinking their coffee after which they decided to go for a walk in the park.

Sicheng made sure to walk close to her, but he didn't have the courage to wrap his arm around her and pull her in closer.

“Oh look!” She said suddenly, pointing at the sky. He looked up to see tiny snowflakes fall from the sky, and he looked at Y/N again. He felt his heart explode to see her happy, as the snow fell in her head like a halo, making her look like an angel.

Her eyes flicked to his and she stared back at him, time frozen for both of them. 

Slowly, her eyes fluttered close and Sicheng saw her lean into him slowly. He felt something pull him towards her too, as he gently wrapped his arms around her waist.

But just before her lips touched his, he moved his face a little, a wicked smile on his face. Her lips met his cheeks and she drew back horrified, but then glared at him as she saw his smirk.

“Sicheng! Strike five!” He felt her push herself away from him.

“Just kidding!” He said hastily, quickly pressing his lips on her. He wasn’t going to waste his strikes. Not this time at least.

A/N: Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I worked really hard on it and I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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[sayonara-taemin]

New Year’s Love || b.ch

PAIRING || Bang Chan x female reader

GENRES || Fluff

SUMMARY ||  Chan was a nuisance…or was he?

WARNINGS || None

WC || 1.5k

EVENT || Part of the @kflixnet​​ event Lights Camera Action!

COLLAB || Part of the Neuvo Comienzo collab by @tenderfrailty​​ . Thank you for letting me take part!! These ideas were so beautiful and unique do check out all the participants works for the neuvo comienzo collab !

PROMPTS || 1. “Are you sleeping?” “I’m trying to.” 2. “Let’s dance in the rain!” “Cliche, much?” 3. “Hey, look! Mistletoe.” “Nope, I’m not kissing you.” 4. “Yes, I know it’s 1 am, but I want cupcakes.” 5. “Have I kissed you today?” “You tell me. Do I look like I’ve been kissed enough today?” 5. “What did you dream of?” “Our wedding.”

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“Baby.”

You ignored him, trying very very hard to get some sleep. You really wished you hadn’t sat for a whole Harry Potter movie marathon for New Year’s night but how could you refuse your boyfriends cute pouty whines? But halfway through the first movie, it was very evident that Bang fucking Chan’s intentions weren’t even to watch the movies. It was just an evil excuse to cuddle you and pepper you with kisses.

Which, you didn’t mind of course but watching movies straight from 6 PM to 12 AM wasn’t really healthy and you had had a tired day already (holidays were tiresome) and wanted to just go to sleep.

“Baby, are you sleeping?”

You suppress your desire to slap him.

“I’m trying to.”

“So I uh, just wanted to let you know that I’m going to be loud-”

“What?” Never in your life had you turned towards Chan this fast, still unable to believe what your ears were hearing. Was he talking about that?

“-because I’m hungry and my tummy is rumbling.”

No sooner had the words left his mouth did you hear a loud growling sound coming from his stomach. And for some reason, you found it really funny and let out a giggle.

“What’s so funny?” He whined, pouting at you while puffing his cheeks.

You grabbed his cheeks between his palm before quickly pressing a soft kiss on his lips.

“Nothing nothing. Just that…you look like a baby. A cute baby saying he is hungry.” You said, accentuating your voice to make yourself sound like you were talking to your five year old niece.

But Chan loved that you were babying him despite him annoying you and it was very evident in the smile growing on his face.

“So, uh, since I was thinking…let’s make something?”

You blanched at his words.

“Make something? Do you even know what time it is?”

“Yes, I know it’s 1 am, but I want cupcakes.”

“Go get yourself something from the fridge.” You grumbled, turning away from him to go back to your attempt of sleeping.

“But baby,” Chan whined, snaking his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest. You cursed yourself for melting under his warmth and touch, snuggling into him even more closer. “The food will be so cold! And it won’t have our love in it! You don’t want your lover to be all cold and shriveled up now, do you?”

“You are already shriveled up, you old man.” You muttered, forcefully closing your eyes, trying not to laugh at the sound of Chan's dramatic gasp.

“Y/N! What are you saying? How can you not love an old shriveled up goose like me!” 

“Goose-”

Fifteen minutes later, you found yourself seated on the kitchen counter, legs around your boyfriend's waist as the two of you kissed and finally got to enjoy slightly burnt cookies.

“Good morning love.”

You smiled involuntarily at his husky voice, eyes opening only half to see Chan's equally smiling face. His hair was all ruffled up causing your heart to flutter a little.

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?” You whispered, snuggling closer into him.

“Too well. You must have poured all your love into those cookies because they were too good.”

You laughed lightly, feeling his arms wrap around your body as you pressed your ear next to his chest, hearing his heart hammer under your touch.

“Happy New Year.” 

“Happy New Year love. I wish only the best for this year.”

“What did you dream of?” You asked softly.

“Our wedding.”

You looked up at him shocked, hoping your cheeks were not as heated up as you felt them to be. But Chan's smirk was definitely telling something else.

“W-What?” You stammered, clearly not ready for his cheekiness this early in the morning. (Well it was almost 12 in the afternoon but hey they two of you slept late-)

Bang Chan smirked his knowing smirk, gently caressing your hair.

“What what? Don’t you want to get married to me? Or do you prefer someone else other than this old shriveled up goose?”

“I- What no.” You muttered, looking down as more blood rushed into your cheeks. “I didn’t mean that. And don’t call yourself a goose.”

“Well good. I can surprise propose you then.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Surprise propose me? No thank you. I don’t want to get a heart attack.”

Secretly, you were in love with the idea though.

“Hahaha very funny Y/N. I can see the excitement in your eyes.”

“That’s it. I’m going to work.” You got up from his embrace but he pulled you back into his arms.

“It's January 1st, baby. Too much stressed from work? Or perhaps…want to get away from this old goose?”

“Shut the fuck up Chan.”

You pretended to be mad at Chan for quite some time. On the outside, you acted like you were offended by his jokes while on the inside you were dying at the antics he was doing just to get your attention.

Finally, the two of you settled down on the couch for another movie marathon, you smiling coolly at him while he stared at you with puppy eyes. But you were no fool. You knew, even now his extremely sharp brain was trying to work out on what he did wrong and how he could correct it.

The comfortable (at least according to you) silence was broken by the sudden pitter patter of rain drops falling against the window sill. (Why was it raining in winter? Climate was really messed up nowadays)

All of a sudden he exclaimed.

“Let’s dance in the rain!”

You looked at him dryly. 

“Cliché, much?”

But Chan was already on his feet, pulling you up with him as he dragged you towards the open balcony of your shared apartment.

“Chan wait-”

But it was too late.

With a short tug and laugh from him, you were soon under in the rain. As the water seeped into your clothes, you shivered, visibly cold.

“Ch-Chan.” You chattered, clutching yourself. He smiled at you softly, causing your insides to warm up. All of a sudden you were struck for the millionth time by how handsome he looked. The soft light of the living room was throwing light on his face, his edges soft. The rain had caused his hair to stick on to his forehead but he looked breathtaking nonetheless.

He extended his hands towards you, which you gladly took. He pulled you in closer, but maintained a little distance between the two of you.

“Chan?” You asked softly.

“Hmm, love?”

“Can you- can you sing for me?”

His smile grew wider as he slowly twirled you, the two of you dancing in the rain as his beautiful voice stood out against the falling sound of the rain.

“Under the stars yeah yeah 24 to 25 bae.”

You smiled at the familiar song, finally stopping a hair breath away from his face. His eyes flicked to your lips and back to your eyes again. He stared at you with a smile reaching his eyes and you smiled back, your heart nearly fluttering out of your chest.

“I want a hug.” He said all of a sudden. You felt a bubble of laughter escape you, as you heard the slight whining tone in his voice

“Ask, and you shall receive.”

His eyes widened at your words, surprised that you had finally given in and he didn’t waste this opportunity.

“Can you hug me?” He asked softly and you immediately collapsed into his arms. You tried crushing him but Chan was stronger than you and hugged you even more fiercely. You felt a laugh rise in your chest at your silly competition and Chan let out a fake grunt to show the effort he was putting in.

“I love you so so much.” You whispered, and you felt him pull you apart. Leaning his forehead against yours, he stared into your eyes lovingly, causing your knees to feel like jelly.

“I love you too. I love you a lot.”

You smiled at him, pinching his cheeks slightly.

“Have I kissed you today?” You asked, feigning ignorance.

“You tell me. Do I look like I’ve been kissed enough today?”

“Hmmm.” You pretended to think.

“Y/N.” Chan whined, shaking you gently. “Why are you depriving me of your love?”

“I’m not! I’m just thinking whether or not-”

He shook you harder. “What’s there to think?” Then all of a sudden, he looked up before shouting, “Hey, look! Mistletoe.” 

“Nope, I’m not kissing you.”

He yanked you towards him, causing the two of you to fall down on the slippery balcony. You struggled to get up, but he kept pulling you down. Soon, the air was filled with the two of you laughing and bantering.

“Let me go!”

“Only after you give me a kiss!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

And it went back and forth until you quickly pressed your lips against his. He immediately stopped struggling and pulled you in even more closer.

Finally the two of you broke apart, cheeks flushed and huge smiles on your faces.

“Y/N.” He murmured against your lips. “It’s the New Year. Shouldn’t we start with a new chapter?”

You blinked at him. “How so?”

Chan pressed a kiss against your lips. “Will you marry me?”

You smiled.

“Yes. Just stay with me.”

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Puppy love 🐾

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; Bang Chan x Gn!reader

𝐠; fluff (?) . smidge of angst . Ex!bf chan // 𝐜𝐰; none :)) // 𝐰𝐜; 1.8k

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; When you moved back in your home town, you unexpectedly meet the one person you didn't plan on seeing again.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭; @heyitstacy

𝐀𝐧; I don't even know if this is fluff...? Also, the exes talking again after not seeing together for a long time trope is liek, one of my favourite uhh tropes(?). *cough* winter nights *cough*. Anyways, the titrle doensnt make sense but cause berry is here just go with ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Also this isn't proof read so excuse any incorrect grammars and typos.

You gently placed the last box onto the living room floor, exhaling a deep sigh as you crack your aching back. After a few hours, you've finally finished moving the boxes from the moving van into your home.

Looking around the place, you can still feel that distinct feeling from when you were younger. Having to move out as soon as you graduated senior year of high school in another country, you had already forgotten what home feels like. Coming back home was one of your plans after college, moving back in was definitely not. But your mother insisted and you gave in, only until you found your own place.

You started unwrapping the fragile knick-knacks and breakable accessories, handling each one with care, as you wiped dust that might have collected whilst being inside the box. Placing them where it cannot be knocked over easily.

As you go through each box, you notice how much stuff you put inside without realizing if it was important or not. Like the little porcelain cat figure, with it's tiny collar and bell was one, but in the back of your mind, it tells you that that piece of decoration is important. You sniffled a laugh at the thought, putting it back inside its box.

Next thing you pulled was a black box labeled "memories". You were definitely gonna waste time going through these instead of cleaning and unpacking. You opened the box, revealing piles of pictures and polaroids. Some with notes in the back that you were surely gonna take time to read.

You stare at each picture, noticing at how much you've changed over the years. Even your friends that you haven't seen in a while. Some pictures were taken in college, with the new camera one of your high school best friends gave you as a moving away gift. You definitely didn't put it to waste.

Getting more invested as you finish tackling the college photos, and just as you are about to get to the next pile, the bell on the doggy door rings, indicating an animal has gotten in. You wondered if it's your dogs finally running to you even after hours of your arrival. But to your surprise, it was the dog you never knew you'd see again.

"Berry, hi, where did you come from," you can recognize that color and smile anywhere. She sniffed your body, remembering the scent she would smell often. Jumping up and down in excitement. "Did Hannah let you out again?" You say, rubbing her ears as she tries to lick your face.

You hear the doorbell ring. "Must be Hannah to pick you up," you took her in your arms, making your way to the front door. And when you saw the person in front of you, your face dropped.

Out of shock you slammed the door shut in front of his face. You were mentally freaking out. Not letting go of berry you stood there rooted in place. You didn't expect to run into someone this soon and especially not him.

Your mind in shambles as you try to compose yourself. But soon when you realized what you just did, you sheepishly grinned at him as you opened the door again.

"So sorry about that," you say, rubbing the back of your neck.

"It's not a problem, I'm sorry about berry," he reached out to take her from your arms.

"Oh no, it's ok, it's good to see her again after a while," you smiled at the dog as she opened her mouth in a smile.

"No wonder she got excited and tried to get out to your front door." The air was thick, slowly drowning you two in awkwardness. It's been almost 7 years since you've last talked. Time surely does go by fast.

Chan became more broader and built, not fairly tall but still taller than before. His dimples seemed to have gotten deeper considering it can show even if he isn't smiling. His hair is still a mess but it's a prettier mess since his hair has become curlier than before. His cute lips still stuck in a line, trying to think of conversations to break the ice.

"So, did you just get here?"

"Yeah, I'm actually unpacking right now," he nodded, still avoiding eye contact with you.

"Do you wanna help me unpack? I mean, you don't have to."

"Sure."

And so, the two of you got to work. He helped you unpack everything out of the box and just started sorting from there.

Chan was going through the accessory box and saw the familiar ring in the pile of bracelets and necklaces. He recognizes the ring because he bought that couple rings in high school, symbolizing a promise you made. Unfortunately, Chan still remembers that painful scene in his head.

You were too busy rummaging through a box filled with clothes to notice Chan staring at the piece of metal in his hands. His mind played bits of memories you two had, even the ones that weren't very good.

"Have you finished staring at that box?" You said, snapping him out of his daze.

"Uh yeah."

You spot the ring he held in his hands.

"You still kept it." He said. Sounding shocked as if you were supposed to keep it.

You nodded.

It was a special part of your life, of course you are gonna keep it. As someone very sentimental, you keep anything and everything that has a special significance in your life. Even the bad ones.

"It was the time I had my first boyfriend."

Chan hummed, knowing he was your first boyfriend. He gave you that ring during your first year of senior high, it was a very special moment for him as well.

'...and my first heartbreak' you finished in your thoughts.

Your break up with chan ended on a good note, but you can't deny the fact that it hurts. Both of you realized that after high school, you are gonna be miles apart. You are going to another country while Chan stays here.

The wind blew cold on this winter night. The moon glowing bright in the dark starry sky.

You and Chan went out to an abandoned park after your graduation ceremony. Just having a chat, talking about plans in college.

You and Chan went out to an abandoned park after your graduation ceremony. Just having a chat, talking about plans in college.

"So you are going to America, right?" You nodded. You already know where this is going but you can feel the tears that are fighting to spill.

"And I'm staying here…" the distance is overwhelming but Chan knows he can. But he doesn't know that you can't.

"We could call evernight, well it'll be hard because of the timezones." 

You gripped the chain holding up the swings you were on. You didn't want to hurt him and this decision you made on your own made you feel selfish. You were breaking up with him just because you couldn't handle the distance that will come in between you in college.

You didn't want to spend your college years with your boyfriend halfway across the world. You are already expecting a lot of school work and lectures, not to mention the course you picked that will give you hell.

"And maybe I could go to you during break, tickets will be expensive but think of it as a vacation." 

You wanted him to stop, this is already making you rethink your decision. But it wouldn't be fair for him when he's the only one fighting to keep this relationship.

"Chan I'm sorry," you croaked, a single tear spilled from your eyes. "I'm sorry, I— I don't think I can do that," you managed to let out. 

You looked at him, his face didn't show any signs of pain. He probably thought of this outcome. He knew the possibilities after knowing you would be away for college. He was ready for it, but can't deny the fact that it still pained him. 

"And maybe I could go to you during break, tickets will be expensive but think of it as a vacation."

You wanted him to stop, this is already making you rethink your decision. But it wouldn't be fair for him when he's the only one fighting to keep this relationship.

"Chan I'm sorry," you croaked, a single tear spilled from your eyes. "I'm sorry, I— I don't think I can do that," you managed to let out.

You looked at him, his face didn't show any signs of pain. He probably thought of this outcome. He knew the possibilities after knowing you would be away for college. He was ready for it, but can't deny the fact that it still pained him.

"It's ok y/n"

"No it's not ok! This is— this is selfish of me to do, I didn't even talk to you about I, we haven't even tried it and I'm already giving up—"

"Hey, It's ok, you are not giving up, you know what's best— I shouldn't have thought of what you wanted when I talked about keeping this relationship. I'm actually very proud of you for deciding this on your own, I know it was hard for you."

His voice cracked once, but his face remained expressionless.

He quickly built up the wall in front of him, hiding the pain that lingered through his veins.

"If anything, I'll wait for you—"

"Don't. Please, I mean it's not that I don't love you anymore but I don't want to hold you back, go date someone else if you want to, just don't wait for me."

He didn't say anything further. Standing up to make his way in front of you, reaching his hand out for a hug. And you gave him a hug, one you'll miss once you fly to the states. His voice you'll miss hearing every night before going to bed, and his soothing touch that always calms you down.

"I love you." You said, as you sob into his shoulder.

"I love you too."

Chan reaches into his hoodie, taking out a necklace with the ring tied to it. You felt your stomach churn.

That gave you a feeling that he still did wait for you. That he still has feelings for you. Either the same ones or he is feeling something stronger.

"I'm in town for the next few weeks but I'll be traveling for work."

You both aren't kids anymore, you have your own lives to get back to. But Chan still wants you to be part of his life. And you are sure that you wanted it as well.

"So your dream to be a music producer came true?" He gave you a smile. It's definitely not weird how you still remember something so trivial about your ex that you were supposed to forget, but how could you? He talked about it so much in the past, it's hard to forget.

"It took some hard work but it paid off in the end." He rolled the ring in his hands, feeling the carved out designs on the metal.

"How about you?"

"I got a job at a journaling company near town, years of photography finally paid off," you proudly boasted. Chan smiled, knowing how much that meant to you.

Both your lives took off in the right direction but the both of you knew there's something missing. Sure you are both happy but, that missing piece was each other. You wanted Chan to be there with you when you graduated in college, when you succeeded in getting a job. And Chan wanted the same.

"While we are both still here, maybe we could go out sometime?" He proposed.

"Sure."

You should be thanking the dog for making him come to your house, for letting him help you unpack and finally getting to talk again.

And maybe, you could start a new chapter in your lives, together again.

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[a-cupof-jo]

If You Could See What I See

pairing: Mark Lee x Reader

wc: .9k

genre: comfort, fluff

warning(s): food, alcohol

prompt:  Fluff and 18 “I didn’t get soaking wet walking to your house for you to say no to pizza. I have beer too. I know you’re sad, so let me in.”

“You don’t have to create it. I am just happy with you around. You are my sun shower and rainbows.”

~~

Drapes snapped as the wind blew harder through open windows. Water pooled on the sill and dripped down to run across the floor. The only sound to be heard was the pitter patter of raindrops hitting the roof.

The gentle reminder to close the windows never held much weight. Rooms always needed the exposure to sun showers. The cool breeze that lifted papers from the desktop and the warm sunlight the cat laid under made even the most inconvenient of sun showers a treat. 

A dreamy sigh floated around the room as rain splashed through the screen and smattered across every object in a two foot radius. Warmth spread through the room filling the area with a calming presence. Eyes fluttered shut and muscles relaxed with sleep's welcome. 

An unheard knock tapped instantly on the front door. Without care, the windows followed the wind and swung open a shut a few more times.

Knuckles rasped against the door again. The blue haired boy huffed as he stood waiting to be let in, "Y/n, let me in," he spoke in an exasperated yet sing-songy voice. "Look, I didn’t get soaking wet walking to your house for you to say no to pizza." He waited a second listening for the sound of feet pattering across the floor. A grumble left his lips as a moment passed and only the sound of slamming windows was heard, "I have beer too." The plastic bag in his hand crunched as he shook it. "Y/n? I know you’re sad, so let me in.” His voice came out soft this time, pleading with the home's owner. 

He gave one more light knock before reaching into his pocket and fishing out his key ring. There were only 4 things on the key ring but the shiny metal was bent and loose from the struggle he had faced to put the most recent key on. The house key was gold in color but smelled like brass. He balanced the pizza and beer in his left hand as he jiggled the doorknob with his other. "Remind me to change that knob." He called out as the door finally swung open. A glance around the room told him that the person he was looking for wasn't roaming the house. His feet led him up the stairs to the room where the sound of wood pieces slapped against each other echoed. 

The door swung open with ease. It had always been his favorite room in the house. Bright walls and high ceilings made any visitor welcome and comforted all inhabitants. He looked over to the window doors that swung open hitting the walls again. The evening sun shown through the window and a little rainbow danced around the floor covering the body that laid underneath the sill. He watched for a moment as the person's steady breath and little sighs filled the room.

He set the pizza box and bag on the desk before resting by the window. He reached out a hand, letting his fingers comb through wet, tangled hair. “Y/n,” he waited as eyes fluttered open and took him in. “Hey, Sleeping Beauty.”

“Mark,” he stopped the hand that came up to rub at tired eyes. “What are you doing here? Why are you all wet?”

“I brought pizza and beer,” Mark motioned to the small desk. He caught the window door as it swung at his head. The rain had lightened up and now only sprinkles hit the window screen. Leather straps hung from the wall and he used it to tie the door in place, “I knew that today is,” he trailed off as a warm body pressed into his side. 

Soft, kind eyes looked into his. Tears pressed at the rim, but didn’t break. “It’s been two years.” A faraway look entered the gleaming eyes, “Before then, I never thought I would have been living in this house again. I never thought I would be this close to you again. Never thought that I would never see them again.” Mark reached up to wipe away the tear that slipped down a splotchy cheek. 

“I know,” he wrapped his arm around bare shoulders. The damp hair tickled his arm as the body pressed further into him. 

“I was happy today, at least for a little bit,” a hand came up to play with his. “The sun shower and a rainbow. She would have loved it, and he would have loved seeing her happy.”

Mark tilted his head and kissed at the forehead pressed into his shoulder, “I am sure they are happy that you are finding joy in this day.

A hmm filled the air between them, “I’m starting too.”

“Good,” Mark reached up and gripped the pizza box bringing it down to his lap. The beer cans sat on his empty side. “But if you can’t find happiness on this day, that’s okay. I’ll spend the rest of my days creating happiness for you.” 

Hair tickled his nose as the head shook, “You don’t have to create it. I am just happy with you around. You are my sun shower and rainbows.” 

“You are my source of happiness,”  Mark smiled as lips tilted up and captured his. It will take more time, but the sky is opening and rain is slowing. In the end, they will both be alright.

~~

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[daegall]

Lee Jeno's top 10 ways to stay warm.

pairing: (implied) bad boy!jeno x reader

genre: fluff, strangers to lovers!AU, college!AU, winter!AU, slight bad boy!AU

warnings: mentions of anxiety

word count: 1.4k words

a/n: hi its jeno hours

also lowkey wanna make this a whole fic idk...

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It's cold. Really fucking cold. And it's night. Scary. A snowy, cold, scary night, and you have a bus to catch. So, instead of staying outside, where it's cold, and dangerous, you decide to step into the bus stop smoking pod, knowing it's a lot warmer in there.

And now, here you are, reading a novel you can barely focus on, due to the cold, and your slight anxiety of being alone.

A moment later, however, your anxiety spikes its all time high as the door to the smoking pod swings open, causing you to look up with wide, worried eyes, only to soften when you recognize the platinum white hair and leather jacket.

It's Lee Jeno.

He's got his usual cold, bad boy exterior stoic face, and almost permanent scowl on his lips, as he curses and shakes his head like a wet dog, shaking the snow off his hair.

He doesn't seem to realize he's got company, not until you let out the sigh you sucked in abruptly from his sudden entrance.

"O-oh," Jeno stumbles over his words, recognizing you from campus. "hey,"

"Hi," You reply back quietly, lips pursing into a line awkwardly.

He takes a few steps towards you, his sneakers tapping against the ground oddly loudly. Jeno halts after no more than 3 steps, pointing at the seat next to you. "Do you mind...?"

"Oh," You shake your head, hands waving as well. "no, please, sit."

It's a cold night, sitting seems like a more comfortable position, better than having your joints freeze while you're standing at least.

As Jeno takes a seat next to you, you can't help but feel incredibly awkward, glancing down at your novel, once again barely paying attention, but for a different reason now.

You know Lee Jeno. You're not too sure if he remembers you.

Last week, Zhong Chenle's party, you kissed. Twice. Once, at a game of spin the bottle, a small, innocent peck, and another time under the mistletoe. Not that innocent.

You can barely remember it, but Donghyuck made sure he recorded both, and showed you both. You had dreaded seeing Jeno after that party, afraid he would find you... weird, or anything of that sort.

Look at you now, stuck alone with him on a very cold night.

Emphasize on the very. Because it's very, very cold tonight.

You try to hide the slight shiver in your movement, opting to shift in your seat to try create some sort of friction, for some nonexistent heat.

Had you expected Jeno to notice? Maybe.

Had you expected him to take his leather jacket off, and offer it to you? No. Not at all.

"S-sorry?" You blink at the jacket being placed on your lap, too shy to look Jeno in the eye.

You don't have to worry about that, because Jeno's just as embarrassed, looking to his side. "Y-you're shivering, right? It's okay, just take it."

"No, Jeno, I really can't."

"I insist, Y/N."

"You only have a t-shirt on, Jeno,"

"It's okay, you look freezing, Y/N,"

"Jeno, I ca—"

"—hey,"

His hand suddenly envelops yours. It's... very surprisingly warm, as his thumb strokes across your skin comfortingly. "I swear, I'll be fine, okay?"

Jeno's got a small, stupidly attractive smile on his lips, head tilting to the side. He's got some snow in his hair, but it blends in almost perfectly due to how white he dyed his hair. He's... ethereal.

"Fine," You give in, sighing.

Jeno goes as far as helping you slip his jacket on, fixing it on your body, stroking the sleeves across your arms, making sure your neck is all covered. He smiles at the way you simply look up at him, lips agape to say something, anything, but you don't know what.

Lee Jeno knows who you are. He remembers you from Zhong Chenle's party—well, long before that. He remembers you from the day you bumped into him in the hallways, apologizing profusely at something so small. You picked his books up for him, and as cheesy as it sounds, his heart raced and he fell the moment your hand brushed slightly against his.

And when you kissed him in spin the bottle? God, he felt like he could cry. Partially because he was drunk. And when he caught you under the mistletoe with him, pushing Kim Sunwoo out of the way so you could be with him, and when your hands tugged him closer by his hoodie strings to kiss him deeper, he swore he was gonna bawl.

And here he is, how blessed is he to be next to you, alone, just the two of you, with you wearing his jacket, looking all adorable in it?

Lee Jeno thinks the Gods have blessed him, and he will thank whatever is out there in the universe for this opportunity.

He's about to express his gratitude right now, as your hand taps his, your cold skin against his.

When Jeno turns, he's immensely surprised when you have your scarf and beanie in your hands, reaching them out to him.

He doesn't respond, simply freezing and staring at the items with wide, almost puppy-like eyes.

Chuckling, you decide to put them on him yourself, placing the scarf down to start with the beanie. You reach up to slip it over his head, making sure to cover his ears nice and snugly. Your fingers unintentionally skim over the skin of his cheek, but neither of you comment on it, neither of you mind it, really.

"Warm?" You question quietly, grinning when he nods. A small curl appears on the corners of his lips, as he starts to grin as well.

Next, you take the scarf from your lap, raising it to wrap it around his neck. Jeno instinctively leans down to help make the task easier, feeling not only his neck warm when the scarf is wrapped, but his cheeks and heart as well.

Lee Jeno is blushing, you could blame it on how cold it was, but god knows the truth.

"There, all better."

Jeno basks in the warmth of the items you had placed on him, smiling fondly. "Thank you."

"No need, when you gave me your jacket. Thank you for that."

You're incredibly adorable. Wrapped up in his leather jacket, hands rubbing together, a shy smile on your lips.

Lee Jeno wants to kiss you. Again. For real, fully sober with nobody around to record and shove in people's faces the next day, nobody to whistle out and hoot at the interaction, no disruptions at all.

Jeno finds his hands suddenly unwrapping your soft, warm scarf from his neck, holding each end tightly, before he loops it behind your head.

What's he doing? You both have no idea.

A moment later, however, you are fully aware of his lips inching towards yours. His breath hits your lips, as he tugs your neck closer by the scarf, and suddenly all you can see, is Jeno. The red tip of his nose, his hazy, but fully beaming eyes as he stares at your lips, and his lips brushing against yours. His breath is warm, so incredibly warm, the warmest thing you've felt tonight.

And suddenly, your eyes are shut, as you make a move and press your lips together.

Jeno's hands release the scarf, as one of his arms wraps around your waist, pulling you closer, the other slipping to hold your neck gently. His warm hands leave a trail of goosebumps on your skin, as you tilt your head to deepen the kiss, your own hands holding dearly at his cheeks.

When you pull away, you share warm breaths, finding it comforting in the middle of the cold night.

"What was that for?" You mumble against his lips, laughing lightly.

Jeno shrugs, "It's one of my top 10 ways to warm up. It's cold. Figured I might try the top method."

"Kissing someone?"

"Kissing you,"

He bumps his nose against yours, as he chuckles along with you. "Seems like it worked,"

"If I'm not mistaken, Jeno," You tap at his cheek, stroking his skin. "I'd say that's just an excuse, and the real reason is because you like me,"

"What makes you assume that?"

"Maybe because it's my reason too?"

He grins at your words. "Okay then," Jeno's thumb streaks across your neck, warming it up, along with your heart, with every moment spent near him. "Yeah, I like you."

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[armysantiny]

Out in the rain – JJK

P: Jungkook x female reader | G: fluff, drabble | Inc: playing in the rain, fever, Bam mention, Jimin mention, Namjoon mention, Yoongi mention, grad student!Jungkook, dance teacher!Jimin, y/n's also a grad student, sleepy Kookie my beloved | Wc: 980| W: food cw| R: G

Summary: Jungkook initially thinks nothing of spending hours in the rain with Bam; it’s fun, and he likes spending time with his Doberman. Y/n gets her I told you so moment when a fever descends upon the grad student.

Min's notes; This was cute <33 the ending feels a lil rushed tho, but eh- I like where I left it

In hindsight, Jungkook knew spending hours in the rain with Bam wasn’t the smartest idea. He’d woken up feeling like several trains ran through him. He ached. Blinking through the brain fog, he groaned; lethargy, shivering and a sore throat? He would be an idiot to deny the facts – he was sick. Very sick, if the lead weight in his limbs were anything to go by.

How absolutely wonderful.

Flopping back into the comfort of his sheets with little resistance, Jungkook shifted around, overly uncomfortable. Everything was off-kilter, and he couldn’t help but whine in pain when his head throbbed from the squirming. Wishing for the pain to go away without actively getting up to find painkillers wasn’t doing much to help either.

“Love? Good morning— Jungkook?” Walking towards the boyfriend-shaped lump on the bed, y/n frowned, concern knitting her brows. “Are you okay?”

“…’m sick. Everything hurts.”

“Am I allowed to say it? A nod. “I told you so baby, it was pouring with rain yesterday. You stay here, I’ll go and get the thermometer.”

Luckily for y/n, Jungkook hadn’t planned on moving at all. In fact, he was quite happy to melt away underneath his duvet.

Peeping his head over the covers, Jungkook squinted as light poured through the gap in the door, exceedingly grateful that he invested in a good pair of blackout curtains. Saved from looking at the sunlight any longer once y/n re-entered the room, Jungkook returned to the comfort of being under his covers completely. He was shivering – nothing like being smothered under his covers couldn’t fix.

And then his precious duvet was torn away from him.

“Hello there~” y/n snickered as her boyfriend whined, “ can you lift your head for me bun? I need to check if you’re running a fever." Ruffling his sweat-damp hair, y/n hummed as she stuck the device in her sick boyfriend’s ear. Jungkook was definitely running a fever; he was a full two degrees above the human average. With a sigh, y/n set the device aside, wrapping her arms around Jungkook to help him sit up.

“How bad?”

“Very. Think you can make it to the living room?”

“Mhm…” Throwing his legs over the side, Jungkook hauled himself up, taking a grand total of three steps before wobbling, leaning into y/n’s open arms. Determined, the grad student blinked back the bout of dizziness as he tried to steady himself, huffing out an exhale. The fever wasn’t going to keep him down if he had anything to say about it.

Nursing a thermos of green tea with Bam curled up on the sofa, Jungkook read through his thesis for the third time that afternoon. As sick as he was, grad student responsibilities came first; his thesis needed to be worked on, whether he wanted to work on it or not. Coughing into his arm, the student read over his notes, content with simply editing the work he had already done. Alone in the apartment, he had no plans to move from his spot, risking his fate by leaving his front door unlocked.

He was a student, if someone decided to barge in, he’d welcome them in. Anything to escape university.

There was someone tapping his shoulder.

“…Kookie? Earth to Jeon Jungkook?” Opening his eyes only to immediately squint through the brightness of his overhead light, Jungkook made a noncommittal hum. “Oh thank fuck, you’re alive.”

“Jimin hyung?” Blinking as the blob in front him nodded, Jungkook hauled himself up with a weak groan, his vision swimming just that little bit more before it cleared up. His skin boiling, Jungkook made a frail attempt at fanning himself with his shirt, too exhausted to react to the way it clung to him and the sweat on his body. What he did react to, however, was the lack of Bam’s presence on his sofa – they were laying together, right? Turning his head from side-to-side – with all the grace of a ragdoll – Jungkook still couldn’t tell where his canine companion had gone.

“Hyung..?” Jimin hummed his response from the kitchen. “Where’s Bam? I thought he was here on the sofa with me?” Accepting the bowl of soup while he waited for Jimin’s answer, Jungkook let the bowl rest on the table.

“Namjoon hyung came by and took him for a walk, like, half an hour ago? Probably still with him. Anyway, eat up; Yoongi hyung brought this over and you need to get your strength back.” The older of the two answered, gently flicking the brunet’s forehead. Laughing when Jungkook huffed, whining about not hurting the patient, Jimin turned his head and followed the sound of knocking at the front door.

There was quiet, and then Jungkook paused when he heard laughter.

Y/n was home! He’d live!

“Hello to you too, Mr I Have A Fever~” Y/n cooed, ruffling her boyfriend’s hair as she deposited her bag and coat off to the side. Waving Jimin off when the dance teacher eventually needed to leave, she went on about her day, filling Jungkook in about everything happening outside the confines of his front door. It sounded fun. Pausing her description of a boring media lecture when she finally noticed Jungkook watching her with ever-so-adoring curiosity, y/n’s features softened.

He was just too cute for his own good.

“Anything you want, baby? You’ve been looking at me like that for a while now.” There was a pause as y/n waited for her answer, more than content to return her boyfriend’s gaze.

“Just a nap,” Jungkook yawned, shifting around until his head was settled in y/n’s lap. “You’re here now… so ‘m gonna sleep now~” A smile on his face when he felt the soft press of a kiss to his temples, Jungkook let his eyes shut again that day, the heaviness of fever-induced sleep soon taking over. He welcomed it.

“Sleep well my love.”

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[junjungsunwoo]

When The Rain Stops.

Pairing: rich kid! Sunghoon x rich kid! fem! reader

Genre: Angst, very light fluff

Word Count: 10.0k

-> The first time you met him was in the rain. He had looked so mysterious, so...enchanting. Everything drew you closer, making you want to know more about this boy that you met on one cold, rainy day.

Warnings: I don’t remember if I wrote any profanities, abusive family, major character death, car crash, there is a robbery scence, mentions of crontroling parents, there are two or three scences where reader was slapped by her mom, if you see any other I should add please do tell me!

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April 14th, 2020.

The first time you met him, it was raining.

The sky was dark and grey clouds were all that was visible, the sun was out of your sight. Everyone around you was either walking calmly under an umbrella or running around with their jackets or bags above their heads trying to keep themselves dry for as long as they could. 

You sat under the roof of the bus stop, the roof provided you with a dry safe place for you to stay under until the rain stops. You watch as the people start to disappear, most of them starting to get picked up, or they’ve bought an umbrella from a nearby store, or just plainly walking in the rain unbothered. 

The rain was calming. The sound of the small droplets hitting the ground was soothing in your ears after all of the scoldings you had gotten from your teacher just a few hours ago. The smell of the rain was pleasing, it was light and refreshing- unlike the heavy perfume that was in your face ever since you stepped inside of your high school. 

You close your eyes to take in what was happening around you. 

Without your sight, your hearing was enhanced and you could hear the little things that were happening around you. You could hear the splashes of rainwater when someone steps in a puddle, the sound of fabric fluttering against the wind when a person opens an umbrella, the joyful laughter of kids who are excited to play in the rain, and the sound of cars passing by- splashing water onto the side of the road.

As you enjoy the noise around you, you hear footsteps slowly making their way towards where you sat. The soft sounds of fabric fluttering around were getting closer, as a soft thud was heard right beside you. 

You open your eyes, squinting slightly due to the sudden change in lighting. You look to your left, and there he sat. 

He was soaking wet, water dripped down from the little strands of his black hair which he pushed back revealing his handsome face. From his outfit, you could tell he was a student, but you had no clue which school it was.

 The boy was wearing a dark navy blue pair of pants and a white blouse, which was now see-through due to the water that it had soaked up. The view made the tips of your ears red and your heart beat, but you quickly shook that thought off- instead, you turned over to your bag before pulling out a hoodie that you always kept with you. 

Softly tapping your finger on his shoulders, he turned around to face you. He stares at what was in your hand before he lifted his head to look at you. He had big round eyes and full plump lips, his cheeks had a soft layer of pink on them as it was getting quite cold, and he was wearing a wet outfit. You gesture with your head to your hoodie, telling him silently to use it. 

 He grabs the warm material from your hand before he turns back around to face the road in front of the two of you and puts the hoodie on. He ruffles his hair while shaking his head, trying to get it as dry as he could, before he puts the hood on and turns to face you again.

“Thank you.” His voice was surprisingly soft. He stares at you once again with those big eyes of his, and you could feel your face getting hot. His eyes were big, but they were dull- as if they’ve seen through everything in the world already and were disappointed. You wondered what the boy had seen to have such an expression in his beautiful eyes, but before you could even open your mouth, the boy looked away. 

“You’re welcome.” You look away from the boy and back to the street before the two of you. A comfortable silence falling between the two of you. The both of you did nothing but sat there and watched as cars drove by and waited for the rain to stop, but the rain only started to pour even more. Sighing, you took a look at the boy again, only to find him staring at you already. The two of you quickly broke eye contact and looked away, red blooming on both of your faces. The boy softly clears his throat before he looks at you again.

“Hi,” you turn your head to look at him. “My name is Sunghoon.” He smiled. He hadn’t given you his last name, which was understandable since giving away your full name to a stranger was never a good choice.

You could feel the corners of your lips begin to lift themselves into a smile and you looked at him in the eyes again this time, his eyes had another expression to it- curiosity. 

“Hi Sunghoon,” you say, breaking your eye contact before looking down at your hands, “my name is y/n.” you didn’t give him your last name either, not wanting a stranger- well, a handsome stranger to know your full name. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

Another wave of comfortable silence falls between the two of you. Grabbing your bag, you shuffle around inside to find your earphones before pulling them out of the bag. Plugging them into your phone you begin to play your playlist, a smile softly forming as your favorite song comes on; Spring Day.

Looking over to Sunghoon, you see that he was just staring out onto the road blankly, seeming bored. You once again poke his shoulder with your finger and you hold up the other earphone to him, silently asking him if he wants to join you in listening to music. Sunghoon looks at you before he reaches out and takes the earphone, whispering a soft thank you to you before he puts it in his ear. The soft melodies of Spring Day flow right in his ear and he smiles, realizing that his favorite song was playing. 

Sunghoon begins to hum out the melodies he was hearing out of habit before he realized you were watching him. His face flushed red once again at the thought of you watching him hum, but all you did was smile and began humming the melodies that followed. The two of you locked eyes again, smiles growing wider than before, the two of you began to relax feeling strangely comfortable in each other’s presence and you both began to hum along with Spring day that was playing in both of your ears.

As the melodies come to an end, the rain does too as the grey clouds begin to go away and the sky cleared. The two of you stood up from where you sat for the past 15 minutes (which felt way longer for the both of you) and Sunghoon returned the earphone to you before he started to take the hoodie off.

“Oh, you don’t have to return that.” You told him, and he pauses. “Your shirt underneath is probably still wet so just wear this for now, and you can return it when we meet again.” You gave him a smile. 

“We’ll meet again, right?” He smiled at you.

“Maybe.” 

“Well then,” you pick up your bag, “Until next time then, Sunghoon.” You wave at him before you walk away, towards the direction of your house. You didn’t turn your head back when you walked away, but if you did then you would’ve known that Sunghoon watched you walk away with a smile until you were out of his field of vision.

“Until next time, y/n.”

And so, when the rain stopped, the two strangers parted ways.

April 23rd, 2020.

It was raining again.

And just like before, you were sitting in the bus stop under the dry haven the roof of the stop had provided you. This time, you had a cup of hot chocolate in your hands, warming you up slightly every time you took a small sip. 

You were soaked through with rainwater- it had started raining when you were walking home, and as if it was fate, you arrived at the same bus station you met the boy- Sunghoon, last time. 

Despite having a cup of hot chocolate in your hands, your body still shivered from the cold. Your flimsy white blouse doing a horrible job of keeping you warm and covered up as the white blouse was now see-through. You hug your backpack closer to your chest in hopes of warming yourself up and keeping your chest covered from the people who were walking down the streets under their umbrellas. 

Everything was just like last time. People are running to get under cover or they are walking around in the rain unbothered. This time you don’t close your eyes. Instead, you looked around, focusing on the things you don’t really see when it wasn’t raining. 

You watched as raindrops fell onto the windowpane beside you. The droplets stick to the window slowly moving downwards towards the ground. You watched as the small streaks collided with each other and formed into bigger droplets and bigger streaks. You reach out your hand towards the rain wanting to feel the small, cold droplets on your hand.

You feel a tap on your back and you turn to see Sunghoon smiling at you. You felt as if the world was suddenly silent as you looked into his eyes.

“Hey.” He says, his voice was like that of a feather- soft and gentle and his eyes were those like a child’s, they burned you with curiosity, excitement, and amusement. 

“Hi.” You gave him a soft smile, which he returned- his eyes turning into small crescents. He holds out his hands and you look down at them.

“Here,” he hands you the hoodie you had lent him last time, “thank you again, for lending me this last time.” he smiles again, his cheeks rosy and his breath uneven. 

“You’re welcome.” you take your hoodie back from his hands, and a soft smell of citrus fills your senses. 

“I washed it since it was soaked in rainwater when I got back home, and it was the only thing I could do as a thank you for lending me this” he explained as he plopped onto the seat beside you- exactly where he sat the first time he had met you. 

You put the hoodie on quickly, trying to cover yourself up from the boy beside you. Warmth immediately floods your body and the scent of citrus was stronger now that you had the hoodie on. 

Silence fills the space between the two of you once again, and you look over to Sunghoon. He was looking down at his phone and was listening to music. You took this time to take a look at what he was wearing. This time, he had on a  pair of black ripped jeans, with a white t-shirt, and a black blazer jacket on top, with some silver jewelry to match. You accidentally make eye contact with him as you begin to lift your eyes back up from studying him. You broke eye contact and quickly looked away while a bright red began to bloom on your face.

While trying to calm your fast-beating heart, you feel a soft tap on your shoulder and you look over, only to see Sunghoon smiling at you and offering one of his earphones to you. You smiled and mumbled a small thank you when you took his earphone and the soft tempo of Where the sea sleep began playing. The two of you listen to the song in silence, being completely comfortable with each other-  despite it only being the second time you’ve met. 

As the song came to an end, you quickly glanced at Sunghoon and you decided to ask more about him.

“How-”

“How-”

The two of you stopped before you both burst into joyful laughter. The earphone that was in your ear falls out and your laughter turns into giggles as you bend down to pick them up, Sunghoon’s laughter still ringing in your ear.

“You can go first-”

“You go first-” 

Another wave of laughter hits the two of you as he gestures to you to go first. Taking small breaths, you try to calm yourself down.

“How have you been, Sunghoon?” You gave him a smile, your head tilting slightly watching him in curiosity.

“I’ve been...alright.” He returns your smile. “How about you?” You look away.

“It could be better,” you pause, “but I’ve been fine.”

Slowly, a conversation emerges between the two of you as you enjoy your time together. The music the two of you were listening to disappeared as you began to question each other about different things and got to know each other more. 

Still in your own world, the two of you don’t notice that the sky had turned slightly darker and the rain was now slowly going away. As your small conversation ended, you noticed you knew a lot more things about him- nothing too personal, but definitely some interesting things such as the fact that he was a figure skater like you, or that he had the same birthday as you- the same year as well. You find it amazing how the boy in front of you had so many things in common with you. 

Grabbing your bag, you stood up from where you sat, and you turned to face Sunghoon. 

“Well,” you began, “I guess it’s time for me to go now.” You smiled at him, and you swear you saw Sunghoon’s eyes dim a little at the thought of saying goodbye. Sunghoon gets up as well, throwing his backpack over his right shoulder. 

“It was great talking to you y/n,” you felt a small sliver make its way through your body as your name rolled off his tongue. “I hope we can do this again soon.” 

“Yeah,” you smile and he waves before he turns around walking away, in the opposite direction of where you are going to go. “Me too.” 

And so, when the rain stopped, the two newly made friends walked away.

May 5th, 2020

It’s raining, again.

Rushing to get out of the rain, you run towards the little bus station again, hoping that maybe you could see Sunghoon there later. As the bus station got in your line of sight, you could make out a figure inside the stop. You hesitated to go inside the stop as you didn’t want to bother the person inside, but the rain was getting heavier, so you stepped in.

Bunching up the ends of your skirt, you squeeze it hard trying to get your skirt to be somewhat drier. Wet strands of hair were sticking to your face, you brush your hand through them- pushing them back and showing your forehead. You wipe your face with the wet sleeve of your soaked shirt and a hand reaches out with a handkerchief from beside you and you look up at the owner at the hand.

“Use it.” It was Sunghoon. You could feel your heart start to beat faster and faster, and your whole body begins to feel hot. You smiled at him, taking the handkerchief from his hand and uses it to wipe the water from your face.

“Thank you.” You said to him, your voice being drowned out with the sound of rain falling hard to the concrete streets. Sunghoon watches as you pat away the water on your cheeks, a slow smile stretches on his face as he stares at you.

“Why are you here today?” You asked him as you put your bag down and turned towards him.

“I’m just waiting for the rain to go away, I don’t feel like getting soaked today.” his eyes turn into crescents as he gives you a small grin, a hint of mischief laced in his voice. “What about you?” 

“What you said,” You tell him as you look into his eyes. “I’m just waiting for the rain to pass.” You could feel yourself slowly get drawn deeper into his eyes as he stares at you with an emotion you can’t really decipher. 

“Well, I guess we can keep each other’s company while we wait.” You break eye contact at the sound of his voice- feeling a small sense of disappointment as you look away. “You won’t mind that would you?” 

“No, of course not.” 

The two of you exchanged questions and talked about your hobbies for hours, the rain providing you a comfortable setting with its sound and smell- which you both enjoyed. You quickly learned that you both came from rich families and that you both had a deep hatred for the way the high society had so much control over your daily lives- how you both had to put up an act every time you were in the public’s eye. The longer you had talked with Sunghoon the more you noticed different things about him- how little dimples would always show up on his cheeks when he smiled or how he was very expressive with his face, always making cute expressions when he talks about something.

Everytime Sunghoon smiled at you, you could feel your heart explode, everytime he looked at you, you could feel your ears heat up into a bright red. It felt euphoric to be able to spend time with the boy in front of you. From the first day you met him, he had piqued your interest- you wanted to know more about him, ask him why his eyes were so dull that day. But now when you look into his eyes you could see stars- it was like his eyes held the whole universe inside them. 

You knew exactly what you were feeling and you were scared. It felt dangerous to fall in love with Sunghoon. He was really no one but a stranger you had meet for a couple of times and you knew little to nothing about him- for all you know if he had could’ve been lying to you ever since you began talking.

When the rain slowly comes to a stop, so does your conversation, and once again the two of you begin to prepare to go your separate ways. Hesitating a bit, you reach out and tap his back with your phone, and he looks at your phone before he looks up at you, staring right into your eyes tilting his head as a silent question. 

“Can I…have your number?” He remains silent and still for a second before he breaks into a smile and he grabs your phone out of your hand.

“Of course,” he types in his number on your phone. “I was just about to ask.” He gives your phone back, and you take a look. He had saved himself as “Sunghoonie” with a little penguin emoji behind it making you break into a smile.

“I still have something I have to do, so I'll get going now.” Sunghoon threw his bag over his shoulder and stood up before looking at you. “ I’ll see you next time y/n. I hope you like me enough to send me a text.” He gave you another one of his blinding smiles before he turned away, walking at a quick pace, trying to get home quick as he tried to hide the huge smile that was planted on his face as well as the slight blush that creeped its way onto Sunghoon’s face.

You smiled as you watched as he walked away from where the two of you sat for the past hour and just as you were about to turn and take your leave you noticed the little black and white umbrella that was clipped onto his backpack, the smile on your face growing impossibly bigger as you slowly walked away while the sun behind the grey clouds showed itself once again. Your steps were a little faster than usual, wanting to get back to the house you never called home so that you could text the boy you had just talked to, excitement blooming inside of your stomach and you could only hope that your mom would ignore you instead of yelling at you today.

And so, when the rain stopped, the two red faced teenagers parted ways. 

“But mother I don’t want to go the party-“

Before you could finish your words your head was flung to the side, a big red mark started to form on the left side of your face, crystal tears started to form in your eyes.

“It’s the only thing you can do for me and your father after all the things we had to do to raise you up.” She wiped her hands on a white handkerchief before she discarded it in the garbage, “So just do what we are telling you to do like a good daughter- and don’t you dare embarrass us in front of our partners, like how you did last time when you lost in that figure skating competition to the son of Park Jaehwan.” 

Your mother snickers at the name, before she looks you in the eyes again. “Do you know how embarrassing it was for us to know that you lost to his son? He was so cocky about it too, always bringing it up everytime we met. Don’t embarrass us again y/n. You know what happens if you do.” She glares at you as a warning one more time before she makes her way up into her study leaving you alone in the living room to cry your heart out at her words.

Your maids (who you see as sisters instead) rush to help you get into your room to get you ready. The oldest and closest to you- Yeji tries to comfort you the best she could as she wipes your tears away. 

“Please stop crying y/n, you're going to mess up your pretty eyes.” She signals the other girls to start preparing you. “I know how much you hate this but we have to do this.” You look at her with sad eyes, ones that have seen and been through too many things. Different girls held different things in their hands, one bunch had hair brushes and hair ties in their hands while another bunch had different makeup in their hands. 2 of the girls came up to you as Yeji continued to whisper encouraging comments at you, in their hands was a beautiful white dress- one that would make anyone that’s wore it look like an angel. It wasn’t a very long dress as it only went down to your knee- it was an off-shoulder lace dress with tiny diamonds lined up at the shoulder seam, it was easily one of the most beautiful dresses you’ve seen. 

Pushing you into the washroom that was in your room, they all leave you to change into the dress. You put it on gently, afraid that it would rip and you looked into the mirror when you were done.

Oh my god.

You thought as you spun around, watching as the soft silky fabric fluttered in the air. You were in awe at how the dress fitted you perfectly, how it made you look so beautiful- how it made you feel beautiful. A knock on the door disrupts your thoughts as you hear Yeji asking you if you were done and that you needed to get your hair and makeup done.

You open the bathroom door and you watch as all of the maids’ mouths drop open in shock. You let out a cute giggle as they start to snap out of their shock and they began to run around the room like headless chickens trying to get you to look even more beautiful then you are now. Skillful hands were everywhere touching nearly everything, there were hands on your face, fingers in your hair, and you were pretty sure at one point someone’s hand was on your feet putting your shoes on for you but you couldn’t tell.

Once they were done, they had stood you in front of a mirror once again. And if you thought you had looked your best before- you were wrong. Now standing in front of the mirror with your hair done and simple but elegant makeup on your face, you looked like a goddess. The small diamond earrings that were dangling on your ears complemented the diamonds on your dress and the white stiletto heels complimenting your white dress. 

Without hearing your mother knock, she slams the door open before she begins to drag you out and rant about being ‘fashionably late’ before you had a chance to say thank you to your maids- so you mouthed it to them and flashed a quick smile before being pushed out of the front door. And into a car that was too expensive to your taste.

It was so boring.

There was nothing to do, and no one to talk to. Everyone that was in the room were adults that were just looking to show off their wealth and power or adults that were looking for new business partners- there was no place for a teenager like you. You were placed next to your mother who was talking to one of her business partners who also had their son standing next to them. 

“Hey y/n.” You look over to the voice, “how have you been?” It was the boy that stood beside the man who was talking to your mother. 

“Hey Jay,” You lifted your glass of apple juice to him, which he cheered his cup with yours before he downed the whole thing. “I’ve been good, you?” He takes a look at you again before he places his now empty cup on a platter of a nearby servant.

“I’ve been good too.” A small talk begins between the two of you before you are both interrupted by another boy.

“You should really smile y/n, you look like you’d rather die than to be here.” You turn around to the voice only to see Lee Heeseung, another close friend of yours and Jay “Hey Jay.” He says to his cousin before they do their little handshake.

“Shut up Hee, you know how much I hate being in these parties.” The named boy lets out a small chuckle before he pats your shoulder in a teasing manner.

Slowly, as the three of you quietly talk in your own little circle, more and more teenagers joined you- some boys named Sunoo, Jungwon, and Riki along with a girl named Ryujin.

The topics the seven of you talked about flew around everywhere, quickly changing as a person talked about something else that interested the rest of the six. Suddenly, a loud sound came out of nowhere as a rainstorm slowly brewed outside the window. Everyone inside the beautifully decorated ballroom paid no attention to the weather outside as they continued to dance and chat inside the dry, brightly lit golden room. 

You stared outside into the rain a little longer than everyone else, your mind wandering off to the boy named Sunghoon. You wondered if he was thinking about you right now- if he wanted to meet you again. 

Feeling a light tug on your dress, you look away from the world outside to Ryujin who was looking at someone in the crowd. She inches a little closer to you before bringing her mouth near your ear.

“Someone’s been staring at you for a while now,” she pauses, looking back to the crowd again. “I don’t know if you know him or something, but he doesn’t seem to hold any hostility to you from what I see.” Her eyes searched the crowd before quickly pointing to the two boys that were talking near the wall opposite to your group.

You recognized the boy in the navy blue suit right away- it was Jake Shim, a distant cousin of Jay. The two of you never talked much but the two of you still considered each other friends. You squint a little at the second boy who's back faced you, the boy wore a white suit and he had black hair that was slightly slicked back.

Your eyes widened as the two of you made eye contact, and you suddenly felt as if everyone else in the room had disappeared leaving only you and Sunghoon in the room. Sunghoon’s face matches yours as his eyes widen slightly and his mouth opens to let out a small gasp of surprise. 

You were so caught up in surprise at the sight of Sunghoon that you didn’t notice Jake waving excitedly at his cousin and had begun dragging Sunghoon to your group. You snap out of your surprise as Jake waves his hand in front of your face in excitement before saying his greetings.

“Hey y/n! It’s nice to see you again!” He smiled at you and you were flustered at his puppy-like personality. He points to Sunghoon as he begins introducing the two of you. “This is Park Sunghoon, he’s my best friend in high society! If I remembered correctly, you skate right? Sunghoon here also skates a lot, maybe you guys can be friends or something!” You stared at Sunghoon for a few seconds before you tore your eyes from him to look at Jake who seemed like an excited puppy waiting for your compliments. 

“Hi Sunghoon, it’s nice to meet you.” You gave Sunghoon a tight lipped smile- one that never reached your eyes. 

“Hello, y/n. I’ve heard a lot about you.” He also smiles, but it was one that looked forced- unlike all of the ones you’ve seen on his lips when you talked at the bus station. Jake leaves the two of you to greet his cousin and the rest of your friends. The two of you were quiet, not knowing what to say to each other in a situation like this. 

“So-“

“How-“

The two of you pause for a second before laughter bloomed between the two of you, finding his situation familiar. Sunghoon gestures to you to go first as the laughter begins to quiet down.

“So...how have you been?” You asked him quietly as the atmosphere around the two of you began to feel awkward once again. It’s been over a week since you’ve seen Sunghoon and seeing him here was surprising as you didn’t expect to see him again. 

“I’ve been good,” he sighed, “I didn’t really want to come but now I’m glad I did since I got to see you.” He smiles again- this time, it was genuine and his big eyes turned into little crescents. Out of nowhere, he suddenly grabs your hand before he drags you to a balcony door, he pushes you inside and closes the door when he gets inside himself. 

The balconie was quite spacious and it had a roof so the rain didn’t get to the two of you. The two of you stand next to each other in silence as the rain once again accompanied the two of you, silently helping the two of you get comfortable with it’s sounds of raindrops falling to the ground.

“You look beautiful today.” Sunghoon breaks the silence between the two of you as he stared into the rain, thanking god in his head that it was already dark outside so that you couldn’t see the deep blush that was painted on his face. 

Under the dim light the moon provides the two of you with, you finally took your time to study Sunghoon. Today, he was wearing a white silk suit, his silky black hair was slick back and his plump lips looked as if they were painted with a slight red tint- making his face look even more attractive (if that was even possible).

“Thank you,” you were glad that your maids had used foundation on your face today to cover up the nasty mark your mother had given to you otherwise, Sunghoon would definitely see the red blush that crept onto your cheeks. “You look handsome today too,” You giggled as you looked down at your own outfit. “We match.” 

He looks at your outfit, staring at you with his big eyes before he looks down on his own clothes.

“We are,” he laughs as he looks back up at you. “What a coincidence.” Silence befalls the two of you once again and the rainstorm starts to slow down as you stare at each other in silence. It felt as if there were only the two of you left on the balcony and you wanted the time to stop right at this moment. You both stared at each other in silence, forgetting about everyone that was in the room behind the closed door. Just as you were about to open your mouth to talk to him, the balcony door suddenly busted open, and there stood your mother- her face was red in you didn’t know if it was embarrassment or anger and her biggest rival, Park Jaehwan standing right behind her, staring at the boy next to you in disappointment.

“What are you doing with that boy y/n.” She states rather than ask, “get over here. Now.” You don’t move, wondering why she was so angry at the moment. 

Instead of waiting for you to move, your mother walks over to you instead and wraps her hand around your forearm, her grip was tight and her nails dogged into your skin. The man behind her calmly walks to Sunghoon before he pats him on the shoulders. 

“Dad.” You turn your head in surprise and your eyes grow big.

Dad?

Sunghoon is Park Jaehwan’s son?

“What were you doing with Min Soonyeon’s daughter here?” He questions Sunghoon as he burns holes onto your skin with his stares.

“We were just…” He makes eye contact with you and you can see the gears in his head turning to come up with a lie.

“We-“

“We were just getting to know each other.” You cut through what Sunghoon was about to say and the older man glares at you while your mother’s grip on your hand tightens around your arm.

“I did not ask you girl, I asked my son here.” He tells you, his tone hostile and he turns his glare from you to your mother then back to you again. “Don’t answer what was not asked of you, it’s basic manners- but I don’t blame you, being the daughter of Soonyeon it was expected you won’t know such a thing.” 

Your mother scoffs as she pulls on your arm and hides your body with hers before she glares at the older man.

“I don’t think you should say that Jaehwan, seeing that your son couldn’t even answer a simple question.” Your mother glances at Sunghoon who was silently just staring at you before she turned her eyes back onto Jaehwan. “I can see that he got that from you Jaehwan. I must say however, he’s definitely a better man than you- at least he isn’t cocky over the stupidest things like you.” She hisses before she turns on her heels, dragging you by your arm to the balcony door.

“Let’s go y/n, we don’t want to continue to talk to these unruly men.” You look back just as you cross the door to see Sunghoon staring at you with sad eyes and he mouths a small ‘sorry’ to you. 

“It’s alright, I’m sorry about my mother.” You mouthed to him just before he disappears from your line of sight as your mother drags you out the front lobby and into your car. 

You can tell that your mother was filled to the brim with anger and you chose to shut your mouth in order to not anger her more. A small ‘ding’ comes from your phone and you bring it up to your face to check.

Sunghoon 🐧: I’m so sorry about that y/n. What my dad said to you was rude and I’m sorry you had to hear that.

You smile at the name. You bring your hand up to your phone as you begin to type your reply.

You: It’s really nothing Sunghoon, trust me, I’ve heard worse. I’m sorry about my mother, she really doesn’t have a filter for anyone. I hope you weren’t offended by that.

Sunghoon 🐧: It’s fine y/n. Really 😄 You looked really beautiful tonight y/n, I don’t remember if I’ve told you that and even if I did, I’ll say it again- you looked amazing tonight.  It was great talking to you tonight, I had fun. 😁 I have to go now, but it was really nice seeing you tonight. 

You: Thank you Sunghoon, you looked handsome as well, I almost thought you were a prince from a fairytale 😉 But it was great talking to you again, I really didn’t expect to see you at the party but I’m glad I did. Goodnight Sunghoon, sweet dreams.

You closed your phone as you stared outside to the passing buildings, watching as the rain finally stops . Your head spinning with joy and your face flushed with bright red, and a huge smile decorated your face.

What you didn’t know however was that Sunghoon on the other side of the phone was just like you- his face was red and a smile decorated his face as he talked with your friends who were still at the party, the image of you smiling in the dress you wore never leaving his mind. 

And so, when the rain stopped, the two lovestruck teenagers parted ways.

It’s been weeks since you’ve seen Sunghoon at the party, and since then the both of you have been texting non-stop over the phone. Every little thing in your everyday life was shared with Sunghoon- how your lunch had tasted that day, or how a boy spilt some coffee on you by accident, and even you helping a elderly lady across the streets, Sunghoon listened on and on- never cutting you off. He just listens quietly to you as you happily tell him everything, smiling as he realizes how happy you were that day, or he would have a frown stretched on his face in worry as he listens to you.

Sunghoon was a simple man. 

He never said much even when the two of you got closer together. He never shared much about his life like you did. He always just smiled and said a simple “It was alright” when you’d ask him about his day, or he would shake his head in denial when you’d ask him if there was something bothering him. Soon you had realized that that was just how Sunghoon is- simple, quiet.

A silent promise was made between the two of you when you had met for the fifth time under the same bus stop you and him met nearly half a year ago. It was raining- again, that day when the two of you saw each other after texting for so long without seeing each other. 

It was just like the first time you met him- he was soaked from head to toe in rainwater and you just so happened to have a spare hoodie inside your backpack. It was like meeting him for the first time all over again, but this time, a new feeling bloomed inside both of your young hearts- burning with heavy passion and love. It was so painfully obvious to the both of you what that feeling was- love.

From that day on, you both would always find yourself going to the bus station whenever it rained- it didn’t matter if you guys were doing anything, you just knew that you wanted to see each other again. 

So you go. To the same damn place that you both loved so much.

And he would always be there. Every. Single. Time. And so would you. The rainstorm never stopped either of you from going with it’s rain water, it never mattered if you were soaked in rain or that you’d get sick the next day- all you cared for at that exact moment was Sunghoon. 

The boy you fell in love with.

The quiet, gentle, and loving boy that you meet on this one rainy day by chance.

Every time it rained, the two of you would talk hours on hours about anything and everything. He would hold your hand in his larger, warmer ones, rubbing his long, thin fingers across the back of your hand in a soft, loving manner and you would lay your head on his shoulders- taking in his soft citrus scent that you grew to love so much that you searched through the entire city of Seoul to find one that only came close to the one he used. 

It always felt as if the two of you were the only ones in the world when the rain fell. You felt euphoric when you would hug inside your small world under the roof of the bus stop, and he would tell you how much he loved you. 

It might have been fast to other people, but to the two of you- it felt as if it was natural. The love you had for each other felt so strong, so obvious that even without words, passerbys could tell how much the two of you loved each other. 

But every time when the rain stopped, the two of you parted ways. As if everything was normal, as if you never knew him more than Park Sunghoon, the son of Park Jaehwan’s son, your biggest competitor in the ice skating world, and the son of your mother’s biggest rival- as if you never spilled “I love you''s to each other.

When the rain stops, so does your heart. It stops beating for anything else in the world and when the rain falls, your heart beats again- in a fast, rapid pace that you’ve never felt before unless you were with Sunghoon. 

The rain was your safe haven- for it always meant you could meet Sunghoon again. That you can run without care in the world right into the safety of his arms, and that you could stay there until the rain stops again. 

It was clear to you at this point that there was no pulling back. You were in love with the rain as well as the boy in front of you- Park Sunghoon- and there was no way you could ever stop.

Your head twists to the side as a loud slap echoed around the house you never called home. The bright, glowing red mark on your cheek stinging as you see your mother glaring at you with hatred in the corner of your eyes. You notice your dad just sitting on the couch reading his newspaper as if the scene happening in front of him didn’t;t happen at all.

“HOW DARE YOU!” Your mother screamed at you while holding your phone in her hands, your texts with Sunghoon over the years clear to everyone who walks by. “YOU’VE BEEN TALKING TO PARK JAEHWAN'S SON FOR NEARLY A YEAR BEHIND OUR BACKS?!” She screams again, her hand raised and flies down to meet your cheeks with a hard slap, turning your head to the other side.

You don’t dare look at her, too afraid to see what she looked like right now. Your mother had found out about you texting with Sunghoon when she had looked over your shoulder when you were texting him and now here she is- your phone in her death grip and she stared at you with pure hatred in her eyes.

All of the workers in the house silently watched as your mother screamed at you, too afraid of what she might do to them if they spoke up.

You tune out all of the remarks your mother was making at you and you dip your head down, staring at the pair of sneakers Sunghoon bought for you when he saw your soaked shoes one day. Since then, the both of you always exchanged little gifts with each other. And soon enough, the two of you confirmed your feelings with each other.

Although neither of you ever vocally confirmed but it was as clear as the day that you were in love and in a relationship- with all the sweet, flirty talks (that you never knew he could say) from him and all of the actions from you, the two of you made a perfect couple in other’s eyes.

But when your mother found out, she was furious- no. The word furious couldn’t even compare to what she is right now. Her face was red in anger and you could practically see smoke coming out of her nose and ears. Her eyes glared at you as if you were never her daughter and her teeth grinder against each other so hard that you were (slightly, but not really) worried that they might fall out. 

“SPEAK! YOU ARE NOT DEAF NOR ARE YOU MUTE. TALK! WHY WERE YOU TALKING TO PARK SUNGHOON?”

You didn’t answer. Knowing you’ll only get even more scolding.

Another slap was delivered to your face when you didn’t answer. This time, the slap was so hard against your head, you could feel your ears ring and your vision turned a bit blurry.

Your father must have seen you look hazy as he finally stood up from his seat on the couch and stopped your mother from slapping you again.

“Stop it now Soonyeon. That’s enough. Y/n go to your room, now. You’re not going to get any food for tonight as a punishment, and if I find any of you giving y/n food,” he pointed towards the maids, “then you will also serve a punishment.” Your father looked at you one more time as you stared at the floor, his stares burning into your skull.

He sighs, “I’m very disappointed in you y/n.” Crack. “Why can’t you just listen to us once and behave?” Crack. “Just…get out of my sight and go to your room. You need to reflect on what you’ve done.” Crack. “And you won’t be getting your phone back until you realize that you need to break up with that…that boy.” And just like that, your father breaks your heart and leaves with your mother towards his office, leaving you alone in the living room.

All of the workers that were just watching rushes up to you to check up and help you. Asking you left and right about how you were feeling, if you needed ice or face cream for your cheeks. You ignore all of them and head right into your room, closing your door loudly, surprising everyone who was in the house.

Tears formed in your eyes as you thought about what your father said. About how he was disappointed in you and that you never behaved the way they wanted you to- even though all you ever did growing up was doing everything they ask (or rather ordered) you to do, wishing for nothing more than a single compliment from them or maybe a single hug from them.

But as you began to grow up, you realized how those things that was normal to everyone else were something impossible for you to get. Your parents only ever cared about their business and their status. Never did they really care about you or your happiness. If they really did, then they would have noticed how happy you sounded when you were texting Sunghoon, or how you were getting happier day by day when you were with Sunghoon- but ah, of course they didn’t. They don’t even care anyways.

Grabbing your old phone from your bedside cabinet, you text Sunghoon with your old number (which he saved for emergencies like these!).

You: Hey Sunghoon, let’s meet up later tonight.

Sunghoonie💞: sure, but are you okay? Why are you texting like that? Is something bothering you?

You smile, feeling giddy to know that Sunghoon could notice these little things about you, but your smile drops as you realize what you needed to tell him later.

You: Um, yeah. I need to tell you something, and I’d rather tell you in person…

Sunghoonie💞: Of course, anything for you. Same place at same time?

You: yeah, like always.

Sunghoonie💞: alright, remember to bring an umbrella tonight, the forecast said it might rain tonight. I love you ❤️

Your heart skips a beat.

You: Thanks Hoonie, you too. I love you too ❤️

You put down your phone and you let out a big sigh. Why did the world hate you so much?

You wait in the bus stop with two cups of hot coffee in your hands. 

And somehow, although it was in the middle of winter right now, it was still raining. 

You sit under the dimly lit bus station as you wait for Sunghoon to show up. The sky was dark, and the streets were empty and silent. You watched silently as the raindrops fell to the ground in front of you, as you waited, and waited, and waited…but he didn't show up.

It’s been hours since the promised time, and yet he hasn’t shown up. You put down the now cold cups of coffee to check your phone to see if you had missed a message from him or something- but there was nothing. He hasn’t even read your latest message that was sent two hours ago. 

Feeling discouraged and cold, you throw the two cold cups of coffee in the nearest trash can as an ambulance speed passes you, in a rush to get to the hospital as fast as they could. Somehow, your heart felt heavy at that moment, as if it was telling you- warning you about something, but you ignored it and started to make your way home.

The rain never stopped. It didn’t stop when you sneaked out the door of your house, it didn’t stop when you got to the station, and it didn’t stop when you were waiting- fuck, it’s still raining now as you walked back home under the same umbrella Sunghoon carried that one day you guys met. The same one that was black and white, the same one that Sunghoon hid behind his backpack when he met you for the third time under the same bus station you were just at. 

As you walked your mind kept going over all of the possibilities of why Sunghoon didn’t come. Maybe he was caught by his parents? Or maybe he had something to do last minute? 

You walked slowly through the dimly lit streets, your head in the clouds but you never noticed the two shadows that were slowly creeping up behind you. 

Before you could even scream, your mouth was covered by a large dirty hand and before you could even process what was happening, you were dragged into a dark alleyway, leaving your (or Sunghoon’s) umbrella on the ground. 

“Give us everything on you. Right now.” A hoarse voice calls out beside you and a cold, sharp object pricks your side. Tears rush to your eyes as you begin to shake- terrified for your life, but you don’t move, cold rain drops making your clothes and hair wet.

“I said give me everything on you right. Now!” The man in front of you whisper-yelled, afraid of waking up the neighborhood if he was too loud.

You don’t move, still frozen in fear but a quick, hard slap to your face snaps you out of it.

I don’t wanna die.

You think to yourself. 

I still have so many things I want to do. I don’t wanna die. 

With a shaky hand, you begin to remove all of the jewelry on you- the earrings you got from your parents when you reached adulthood and the ring you had gotten from your grandmother. You remove your purse from your shoulder before you handed everything to the two thieves. 

“Please-please just let me go now, I pro-promise I won’t tell anyone!” Your words shuddered over one another and your voice was shaky, anyone could tell that you were absolutely terrified right now, but the two don’t move.

“We want that too.” The man beside you tells you and he reaches out to touch the necklace on your neck. You shrink yourself away from him, terrified of what he was going to do.

“No! You-you can’t take this! Anything but this!” You yelled at them before they slapped you again making you quickly slap your mouth. 

“Shut up you bitch! Do you want to die? Now give us that necklace!” The man in front of you yells while he tries to take the necklace of you himself.

“No!” You try to get away from the man’s hold. 

The necklace was something you can not ever give away. It was the first ever gift you had received from Sunghoon, and you didn’t want to ever give it to the filthy criminals that were in front of you.

“Ugh, you bitch! Just give it to us and we’ll leave you alone!” The man beside you tells you as he also joins in the small fight between the man and you for your necklace.

A sudden strike of pain hits you on the side and everything stops.

Slowly, you lose the energy to stand up on your own and you drop down to the floor, a warm, wet substance soaking the back of your shirt, the salty drops of rain hitting your face directly. The two men quickly run away, grabbing all the stuff that you had previously given them when they hear a man shout at the beginning of the alleyway., but not bothering to take your necklace anymore.

Everything felt hazy now, and you couldn’t see anything with your vision bury and black spots filling your vision. You could hear a muffled voice of a man calling for help from you don’t know who, but you could feel your body getting lighter and lighter. The calming sensation of laying on the ground and the cold rain hitting your warm body takes over, and you close your eyes. 

Am I dying?

Who are you kidding, of course you were. There was no way you weren’t. A stinging pain was pounding against your left side where one of the men had a knife against you, and it doesn't take a genius to know what happened- even if you were starting to feel more and more sleepy.

Knowing yourself that you’ve already bled too much and that there was no saving you anymore, you let your mind rest and just think about all of the happy things you’ve been through in life- but there were no signs of your parents.

Instead, all you could see when you closed your eyes was the face of your lover. The very man that your parents wanted you to stay away from- the very man you were going to break up with tonight. The man you loved with your whole heart- Park Sunghoon.

His smile, his laugh, all of his small habits, all of the time the two of you skated together, and all of the time you talked under the bus station flew through your mind like a record. All of the happy memories in your too short of a lifetime plays in the matter of a few minutes inside your head, and you do nothing else other than smile when you feel hands over your body, placing you on a soft bed and into an ambulance.

I love you.

You think as tears slowly seeps through the corner of your eyes.

I love you Sunghoon. 

His face shows up inside your head again.

Thank you for loving me.

Your hand drops.

And the rain stopped.

Your parents run into the emergency room frantically, both of their hearts heavy with both guilt and worry.

“How is she Doctor?! She’s okay right?” Your mother asks ina. Hurry, not even caring about her image anymore, tears gathered in her eyes as she held onto your father’s arms for support. Your father’s face was void of any emotions but his eyes betrayed him with them over spilling with worry.

Your doctor shakes his head.

“I’m so sorry but the patient had already died when she was on her way to the hospital. I couldn’t do anything for her any more. I’m sorry for your loss. Y/n l/n, time of death; December 8th, 00:13am.” He explains before bowing his head and leaving.

Your mother breaks down in tears as she drops down to the floor, guilt filling her entire body.

If only she didn’t yell at you. 

If only she didn’t tell you that you were a disappointment.

If only she didn’t tell you to break up with Sunghoon.

If only she told you she loved you.

Your father stands still as a tear finally runs down one of his eyes. All of the memories of you played over and over again in his mind, from when he first held you in his arms the time when you said your first words, you walking by yourself for the first time, and all of the other things he wished he treasured more when he still had time.

The two of them walked out the door to the emergency room as your body was rolled out with a white blanket on your face by the nurses. Your mother cried even more seeing your body, knowing that everything that happened to you was mostly her fault.

Not far from where your parents stood, another pair of grieving parents were crying over their now dead child. 

“This is all your fault!” The woman screamed at her husband. “If you never yelled at him or tried to control him he would’ve never been there!”

The woman breaks down again, as her husband looks down in shame, guilt, and sadness. His only child, his only son was now dead because he tried to make him break up with his beloved. 

Sunghoon was now dead because of him.

If only he didn’t yell Sunghoon earlier, then he wouldn’t have tried to meet up with y/n. If he didn’t try to meet with y/n, then he never would’ve died.

Then he would never have been hit by a car. 

Maybe it was all because of the two family’s selfishness that led to their only child’s death or perhaps this is just how their story was about to end. 

The boy who tried to get to the girl he loved in order to satisfy his father by breaking her heart and the girl who tried to meet with the boy she loved to break his heart. In order to be the good girl her family wanted her to be. 

Perhaps it was fate that they both died trying to meet, or maybe they were just never meant to be together and the stars decided to punish them. 

How ironic was it that they had both got into an accident near each other, and died on their birthday at the same time? 

How ironic that it was their love that led to their own deaths? 

How ironic was it, that when the two died, the rain finally stopped?

Mayhaps this was their fate, to fall in love and die. Or maybe, this was all just some kind of sick joke that god played.

Either way, when the rain stopped, two young lovers parted ways. Even death itself could not keep them away. 

Hopefully, through their deaths they can finally find their own happiness.

When the rain stops, two lovers parted ways, both of them on their way to meet each other once again at the gates of heaven.

@ junjungsunwoo, all rights reserved. 

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[yuta-senpai]

My Incubus | Wonho

- Pairing: Incubus Wonho x Female reader

- Genre: Smut

- Warnings: Summoning and making a deal with a demon, size kink, baby girl/ daddy, oral male and female receiving, 

- Word count: 1.6K

You stood right outside the pentagram chanting words in Latin.  As the spell came to an end the candles at each point of the pentagram went out making it completely dark in your bedroom.  You froze unsure of what to do.  A cold breeze could be felt and the candles slowly relit.  You looked up to see a gorgeous man standing in the middle of the pentagram.  His hair was a dark brown, and his outfit was solid black minus the chain connected to his belt and the light glow against his leather pants. His very prominent muscles showed clearly.  

He smirked, "Like what you see?"

You nodded, "Yes I do."

"My name is Wonho. Why did you call upon me?  Most people don't ask for an incubus."

You bit your lip, "I'm lonely and I figured an Incubus could help with that."

"Oh baby girl, you can't even imagine the ways I will help you."

He stopped and smirked, "But it comes at a cost."

"What is the cost?"

"You will bear my child, and in turn, I shall make sure you aren't lonely.  After my first seed is released, once a week you will have an insatiable craving to feel me inside of you, and when that time comes I will make sure to please you."

"So my payment is a child and the need to feel you?"

He nodded his head, "That is it."

You bit your lip, "I agree."

He reached his hand out towards you, and you grabbed it.  He stepped out of the pentagram and kissed you passionately.  Pulling away he smirked, "The deal has been sealed."

Now that he was closer you really could see just how undeniably hot he was.  He looked like a perfectly sculpted Greek god.  If going to hell means we must sin, then devilish men must be beautiful enough to tempt you into sinning and this man could make you do anything.

He licked his lips, "You are very beautiful.  Why did you have to call upon a demon to please you?"

You smirked, "I figured only a demon could offer me what I needed and by the looks of it you will offer me exactly what I want."

He pulled you forward by your chin and leaned down to your ear.  He ran his tongue around the outside of your ear and then bit down.  You whimpered and he gripped your ass with his other hand.  "I will offer you everything you have ever wanted and more.  Your wildest fantasies will be fulfilled with me." 

You shivered under his touch, his hand was cold yet warm at the same time. 

He growled lowly in your ear, "Baby girl.  You are making me hard without even doing anything.  Feel."

He grabbed your hand and placed it on the very prominent bulge in his pants.  A deep groan left his lips, "Fuck."

He was thick and long, "Wonho you are so big."

He licked his lips, "Of course I am. A sex demon better be large in the pants."

You gripped his bulge tighter and his dick twitched under your hand.

"On your knees."

You looked up at him shocked, "What?"

He gripped your hair and pulled you so you were looking into his eyes,  "On your knees baby girl.  Daddy wants your lips wrapped around his cock."

He let go of your hair as you slid down to your knees in front of him.  You watched as he undid his pants, and pulled out his very large cock.  You gulped nervously, unsure of if it would even fit in your mouth. 

You wrapped your right hand at the base and your left hand above that, taking the tip into your mouth.  Your mouth was stretched by just the tip as he had a lot of girth.  You took him back until your lips touched your hand.  He groaned and gripped your hair tighter.  "Fuck baby girl. Daddy wants to face fuck you."

He used your hair to hold you still as he thrust in and out of your mouth quickly.  You struggled to breathe, and tears welled in your eyes. 

He thrust faster and groaned as he released into your throat.  

"Swallow that all up baby girl and then show me."

You swallowed all of it and opened your mouth showing him it was all gone. 

He smirked, "You are such a good girl.  I think it's your turn now." 

He picked you and threw you over his shoulder.  He smacked your ass since it was right by his face. 

Walking over to your bed he threw you down roughly and you slightly bounced. 

He crawled over you, hovering as he looked at you with hungry eyes. "One thing you will learn baby girl is that if you please me I will always reciprocate."

He snapped his fingers and your shirt and bra were suddenly gone.  

You gasped, "What the hell?"

He smirked, "That's called magic baby girl."

He kissed down between your breasts and over your stomach.  When you reached the hem of your pants he looked up at you, biting down on your pants he growled. 

He slowly slid your pants off leaving you just in your underwear.  He grabbed the bottom of your thighs and spread your legs.  Leaning forward he kissed your clothed core, "You smell fantastic, I can't wait to taste."

He grabbed the hem of your underwear with his teeth and pulled until they were fully off, leaving you exposed to him.

He hovered over your core and blew against it causing you to fidget and bite your finger.  You felt self-conscious about your body right now and you blushed as he looked at you with such hunger. 

He looked in your eyes as he leaned down and placed a kiss on your clit. 

He spread your legs out farther as he ran his tongue from the core to your clit.  "Mmm baby you taste amazing."

You blushed even harder, "Don't be self-conscious baby girl.  You are perfect."

He smirked against your core as his tongue swirled around softly against your clit.  He was teasing you, "Ahh daddy, please give me more."

You gripped his hair, and he growled. "No touching baby girl."

He stiffened his tongue making your body shake with each flick of his tongue.  He moved so slowly, not rushing.  He sucked your clit into his mouth and kissed it, and then licked.  You whimpered and moaned fidgeting under him.  

He suddenly flicked his tongue fast making your body jolt, he placed his hand on your stomach holding you down, your legs still spread wide for him. 

You bit your finger as you tried to hold your moans. 

"Don't hold those beautiful moans in baby girl."

He started moving even faster, he slid a finger inside of you curled it up immediately finding the perfect bundle of nerves. 

You moaned and tried to arch your back but he held you flat against the bed. Your legs shook and your chest heaved up and down, you gripped the sheets tightly the coiling tightness building inside of you.  He added another finger and rubbed against your spot harder sending you over the edge.  

A gasping moan left your lips as you shook from the pleasure. 

Once you came down from the high you looked up at him, your eyes hooded from tiredness due to the intense orgasm.  He pulled his fingers out of you and licked them clean. 

"That was sexy as hell baby girl.  You are very responsive to my touch which is fun."

He sat up on his knees and took his shirt off, and slid his pants off all of the way fully exposing himself.  He was very muscular, and you got embarrassed again. 

He hovered over you, "Baby girl no need to be nervous, this isn't your first time right?"

You hid your face from his intense gaze, "No. It's just that you are intimidatingly perfect."

You chuckled and smiled, "You know incubus only will come when summoned if the girl summoning them is beautiful.  We have high tastes you know, so you are very beautiful."

You bit your lip, "Why is it that a demon is so sweet?"

He grabbed your legs and placed them over his shoulders as he lined himself up with your core. 

"We aren't all bad." He slowly slid himself into you, his dick stretching you out.  You wrapped your arms around him, your nails digging into his skin. 

He moaned lowly as he finally sunk all the way into you. 

You relaxed as you got used to the stretch.  "I'm gonna start moving is that okay baby girl?"

"Yes, daddy."

He smirked and connected his lips with yours as he slowly slid out and then thrust back in quickly.  He continued at a torturously slow pace not ever moving very quickly. 

"Daddy, faster please."

He leaned back gripping underneath your thighs, bending you almost in half.  He started thrusting quickly, your body bouncing with each thrust.  He moved his hands to your waist as he thrust into you at a very inhuman pace. 

Your moans came out strangled and desperate, the pleasure you were feeling was overwhelming.  Your mind was clouded with lust. 

His eyes turned full black as he groaned and neared his high.  You looked at him shocked, but your brain was too clouded to think much about it.

You arched your back and moaned as you started tightening, "D-daddy. I-I'm gonna cum."

He growled out in a dark voice, "Cum baby girl."

The way he said it sent electric shocks through your entire body, you orgasmed so intense a moan couldn't even escape your lips, and you blacked out. 

You woke up a bit later to see a sympathetic clothed Wonho next to you.  "I'm sorry Y/N, I got carried away." 

You smiled and placed your hand on his face.  "That was the best orgasm I have ever had.  Thank you."

He smiled and kissed your hand, "I will see you next week baby girl."

He snapped and disappeared leaving you to laying there already desperate for his touch.

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[taem-min-archived]

Telephone

PAIRING || Baekhyun x female reader ft. Kibum, Taeyeon, Taeyong, Irene

GENRES || Horror, 911 operator Baekhyun, X-EXO Baekhyun.

SUMMARY || The telephone calls from his ex girlfriend was scaring him. Especially when she claimed that he murdered her.

WC || 1.8k

WARNINGS || horror, character deaths

A/N || This story probably isn’t that scary but I loved it so much. Off lately I’ve become really interested in 911 calls and so I really wanted to do this for Baekhyun as he had got the highest number of votes along with Kai.

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“911, please state your emergency.”

Static. He waited for a minute more but there still wasn’t any sound coming from the other side.

Baekhyun sighed exasperatedly, sure that this was another prank call. Halloween night was looming close which also meant teenagers found it funny to call the operators up at night to scare them.

But he was used to this. After all, this was what he was trained for.

He was about to hang up the call when he heard a sound. Immediately he jerked back the phone to his ear and strained them to hear anything, but now he could hear a buzzing sound.

“Hello? How can I help-”

“Help.”

He inhaled sharply, the woman’s raspy voice very clear in the empty office. Baekhyun was the only one serving shift in his floor currently, and the only thing accompanying him was the soft beeping on the seven screens in front of him and the buzzing of the fluorescent tube lights above him.

"Ma'am, what is happening?"

His fingers flew across the keyboard, noting down the number first and then quickly texting the other department to find out the location of the call.

"Pl-please help. Make him stop." The woman whispered,  her ragged breath harsh against his ears.

"You need to tell me what is happening so that I can help you. What is your name ma'am?"

He was still calm, he had enough experience to know what would happen if he lost his cool too.

A message dinged on one of his screens indicating that they had traced the nearest cell tower of the cell phone.

"Officer Lee." He said, already on the other line, talking to the nearest official he could see. "We have a 911 emergency of abuse."

"Roger that. Address?"

"It's…" Baekhyun's voice trailed off on seeing the address. No way- How was that possible?

The address was his house.

He cleared his throat, sure that the address was wrong since they tracked the nearest cell tower, and that could be miles away from the destination.

“The address shows my house but I think it means nearby places.”

There was a pause, as though Taeyong too seemed to be trying to process this.

“On my way.”

“Ma’am,” Baekhyun said, back to line one, “if you could tell me your name or your address, or even what is happening to you I could help you out.”

His eyes were trained to look at all the monitors at once, one monitoring the small dot that represented Taeyong heading towards the destination, another with a blank form about the caller and another one where he was rapidly typing what he was hearing, ready to call in other emergencies in case he heard something.

“Help. Why don’t you help me? Please help.”

“Ma’am help is on the way-”

There was a loud pop as all the lights went out and the only source now was his computer screens. Baekhyun wasn’t scared of the dark ever, another reason he never minded this night shift as a Dispatch Operator but the growing sounds of gurgling and growling in the telephone line was causing shivers to travel down his spine.

“Baekhyun…” The woman rasped, this time sounding like she had gargled razors and Baekhyun felt his blood turn cold.

H-How did she know his name?

The hair on his nape stood up as his breathing came out in pants on this unusual call. With a jolt, he realised how lonely he was, not a single soul on his floor whilst he was plunged in darkness.

The call cut off abruptly, and at the same time the power surged to life. 

Yet, the cold feeling hadn't left Baekhyun as though he could still hear the woman gargling in his ear.

“Byun?”

He jerked as the second line came to life, Taeyong’s voice clear through the landline.

“H-Hey. Did you find anything?” He tried not to sound shaken, but it was hard because the more he tried to ignore, the more the feeling of foreboding grew in him.

“Nothing. We will be needing to get a more specific address. Your entire apartment seems safe to me. Is she still on the line?”

Baekhyun exhaled.

“No. She cut the call. I don’t think she needs help anymore. She sounded alright at the end.” He lied.

“Are you sure? Shouldn’t we follow the protocol still-”

“She told me so.” Baekhyun snapped, and Taeyong quieted down.

He sighed, rubbing his template, trying to forget what he heard. Being a 911 operator, there was bound to be such horrors right? He had heard some similar stories of ghost calls from his superiors.

"Well then...I suppose that's it huh? Are you calling it a night?"

Baekhyun felt his heart leap to his throat.

Calling it a night? On any other day he would have loved to crash on to his bed but all of a sudden going back to his house seemed like a distant nightmare, something which would haunt him and tear him apart.

"N-no. I'll continue my shift. Besides, Kibum won't wake up if I call him now."

"You sound...scared. We've dealt with these before, right?" Taeyong asked, clearly concerned for him.

"Y-yeah. I'll hang up now."

As soon as the phone went down, Baekhyun buried his face in his hands, trying to block out the horrible sounds he had heard.

But the more he tried to forget them, the more he was convinced that they were no more voices in his head but were coming from the room.

I’m hallucinating. I’ve gone mad.

He got up and walked upstairs, walking into a similar room to see only two occupants in the entire floor. Night shifts were starting to become rare.

“Hey Taeyeon.” Baekhyun said, approaching the older female of the two women working as dispatch at this time.

“Hey Baek- Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Baekhyun smiled sheepishly, taking a seat between Taeyeon and Joohyun.

“You know, calls these days. As Halloween approaches things get creepy.”

“I think I’ll leave this job after a year. There’s only so much I can handle such depressing news and situations.” Joohyun muttered, eyes still raking over the screens.

“So, uh, I was wondering if you both could take my shift. I, uh, the last call-”

He really didn't know how to explain the call.

But they were already nodding, understanding his unexplained fear.

“You go home. We will take care.” Taeyeon said, patting his shoulder lightly.

He smiled at them gladly, getting up to leave.

But even after he left the building, he could hear those groaning sounds following him.

He pressed his fingers against his temples, the headache still persisting despite eating the medicines.

He couldn’t sleep even a bit the night before. Everything he shut his eyes he was only revisited by the same nightmare and then he woke up in cold sweat. Even awake he couldn't shake off the foreboding fear in him, shivering in the darkness.

The telephone range once more and he automatically picked it up.

"911. Please state your emergency-"

"Help."

Baekhyun froze, feeling blood drain out of his cheeks.

"Baekhyun, please help."

It was the same woman. He was very sure of it.

But this time he was scared for a different reason.

This time he was scared because he knew this voice.

"Y/N." He whispered, fear clutching his stomach as he felt his heart hammer in his chest.

In the empty office he could only hear his own ragged breathing and the slight buzzing sound coming from the phone.

But how was this possible?

Y/N had died six months ago. 

Or rather, she had been murdered in his apartment. At first he had been charged with murder, but due to lack of evidence he was set free. 

"Help please." She rasped. "Help me-"

"Where are you?" He whispered.

"In your apartment. Why aren't you helping?"

He felt his head spin. Whom was he even talking to? With each word her voice turned raspy and he could feel the famine fear returning.

"If you don't help me he'll-"

Baekhyun heard her gasp, followed by a whimpering as he heard someone slap her.

"Y-Y/N?" He asked, though he didn't want to know what had happened to her.

"Stay away." A male voice said.

Baekhyun nearly fell off his seat, the hair on his arms and neck standing up.

"Stay away." 

He could hear his own voice on the other side of the telephone line.

The telephone nearly slipped from his sweaty hand as he tried taking in a breath to calm himself down.

"And who's this-"

"Just stay away from us."

And the line disconnected.

"Who was that?"

Baekhyun jumped from his seat, hands flying to his mouth to prevent himself from screaming when he came face to face with Kibum.

"You scared me." He hissed, rubbing his sweaty forehead while trying to calm his shaking body down.

Kibum raised his eyes.

"Did I scare you? Or that call did?"

Baekhyun looked away.

"What are you talking about-"

"You asked the caller whether she was Y/N."

Baekhyun shivered involuntarily at the memory.

"It sounded like her." He gulped.

Kibum sat down beside him, concern etched on his face.

"Are you sure? Taeyeon and Taeyong said you were acting a bit differently even yesterday."

He exhaled.

"I'm fine. Just no sleep. You know, Halloween is just around the corner, kids coming up pranking-”

“You should go home.” Kibum cut him, patting him on the shoulder. “I think you need rest.”

Baekhyun opened his mouth to protest, but shuddered in the thought of facing another ghost call. 

Packing his things, he made his way out of the office into the elevator, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. 

His heart jumped again as his phone rang, cutting the heavy cold silence.

"Hello?" He whispered, wondering who it was.

"Why did you kill me?"

He felt his head spin once more.

"Y/N. How did you- Kill you- What are you talking about-" he panted, stumbling back to support his wobbly legs with the help of the wall of the lift.

All of a sudden the air felt cooler, and his clammy hands seemed to be unable to grip the hand bar of the lift.

"Don't you know? You killed me. Well, not exactly you. It was Baëkhyun. But he is you, you are him, right?"

He heard the lift ding as it reached the ground floor. Frantically, he tried pushing random buttons, not wanting the lift door to open.

But as though his fate was doomed, the doors slowly opened, until he was face to face with her.

She dropped the phone from his hand, stepping into the lift coolly as Baekhyun stumbled back, trying to make as much distance as he could with her. But soon his back hit the wall and he could only stare as this ghostly form of his ex lover smiled at him.

"Now it's time for me to return the favour."

A/N: Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I worked really hard on it and I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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[sayonara-taemin]

In Too Deep || l.jh

PAIRING || Woozi x female reader

GENRES || Best Friends to Lovers, Swimming AU

SUMMARY ||  Getting back with Jihoon was tough, but you were already in too deep.

WARNINGS || None

WC || 1.6k

EVENT || Part of the Secret Carat Admirer event hosted by @shuatonin and @soonshuas thank you for hosting this wonderful event!!

A/N || To my lovely Lissa @sansang​ I enjoyed being your anon so much and I hope we can get to know each other even better from now on!

TAGLIST ||  @queenmedi​  @deputyjuyeon​ @carolnina55 @nctma15​ @kkurakura @dreamtonin​   (If you want to be added to my taglists, fill in this form)

“Aaaand that’s a new record!” The coach screamed, excitement a bit too evident on his face as the school’s swim captain broke another of his own records in swimming. This time, he had completed the entire lap in less than a minute. Pretty impressive even for him. “Good job, boy! Work a little harder and soon no one will be able to beat you in the next competition.”

You snorted at that statement, wondering what the coach meant by 'working harder' because there was clearly no one who worked harder than Lee Jihoon.

He was, after all, your school’s swim team captain. And 'maybe' your crush.

He was everything that could be associated with the word perfect. Handsome, smart, athletic; a complete all in one package.

Okay, maybe you actually had a crush on him.

“You know, you shouldn’t stare that much. Kinda makes it obvious you know?”

The new voice broke you from your reverie (not that you were staring staring) and you turned to glare at your best friend. 

“I wasn’t staring at Jihoon.” You said, sticking out your tongue at him.

Choi San stuck mirrored your action, him too sticking out his tongue, before speaking again. “I never said who.”

You felt the heat rush up your cheeks but you weren’t going to go down. No way.

“There’s only one person in the pool you really didn’t need to mention who it was, San.”

He pouted at you, before plopping down beside you.

“Well at least, I still have you as my best friend then!” He said, wrapping an arm around you and drenching you wet.

“San! Dry yourself first!” 

"What's going on?"

"Mark!" You cried, glad that your friends had finally found you. "Please save me from San's harassment."

"How am I harassing you-"

"Get away from her." Seungmin groaned, pulling the other boy away from you. "She will catch a cold."

"No need to be so whipped for her." Chenle snickered, as three more boys came and stood with you all, causing Seungmin to nearly punch him as Vernon tried stopping the fight that was about to break out any second now. 

San, Mark, Seungmin, Chenle, Jisung, Vernon, Yeosang and Chan. Your entire best friend squad. Your swim buddies since you were seven. 

The nine of you had met quite late compared to most best friend au stories that you read. You guys had met in 4th grade through the swimming competition that your school had held. You of course got selected in the girls' swim team and your reputation as a swimmer grew till the point the eight of them decided to introduce themselves to you and before you knew it, you all were best friends. San was especially close to you.

The reason the two of you were closer to each other than the others was quite simple: you two were neighbours. But what kept this closeness going strong was the fact that he had stayed by your side all the time when you had broken your leg, preventing you from swimming ever again.

Sure, the other boys too had been by your side but unlike them, San pretty much started staying in your house itself, with you, just so that he could be by your side all the time like a faithful friend.. He had even given up swimming for a year so that you didn't feel left out.

But of course you managed to push him back to the sports he loved, after a lot of convincing that it wasn't fair for him and you would feel bad if he kept doing this.

You could hear the boys having a heated argument about something, something you didn't care for because your eyes were trained on Chan and Jihoon, who were walking towards the group.

They seemed to be in a deep conversation and you tried to hear what they were talking about, but it was hard with the odd twisting pain in your heart.

Was it because you liked him or was it because you felt the slight pang of guilt every time you saw him?

Lee Jihoon. 

A name you were very familiar with and a boy you knew too well.

And it wasn't because you had a crush on him or because he was definitely the cutest school sports captain ever and all the girls knew almost everything about him.

It was because he was your best friend.

Your ex best friend.

You had known Jihoon since time immemorial. The two of you practically slept in the same crib as babies.

And of course, the two of you even started learning how to swim together.

But while you made it to the school team, he didn't.

Getting selected to the school team had opened up a whole new life for you. There were new girl friends to talk to, new best friends to hang out with and most importantly of all, daily practices.

Practices took up so much of your time that you had to leave both the vocal and the guitar class that you and Jihoon attended together.

Also, being part of the school sports team uplifted your social status so much that you went from being the quiet girl who sat in the corner to one if the most popular girls in school in a very short period of time.

Maybe it was your extremely packed busy schedule, or maybe it was the fact you now had more fun friends to hang out with, but you barely had any time for your best friend.

The distance between the two of you grew slowly and slowly even though you hadn't meant it to. Jihoon was understanding at first, but soon even he had stopped trying to always be the one to initiate things.

Conversations dangled, eyes weren't met and awkward silence filled most of the little time you spent with each other. You were now one of the school athletes but he was still the lonely quiet kid everyone knew him to be, someone to be ignored. But it got even worse when silly bangers turned into heated arguments, sarcastic comments turned into insults and before you knew it, the thread had snapped.

Within a year of you joining the team you had lost your best friend, and while you were very bitter about it, there was nothing you could do.

After you had left the sport, you had hoped he would come and visit you. But he never did and your resentment grew.

It became worse when you found out that he had got selected to the school team the same season you had left and soon, he was the swim team's captain and the sports captain.

You knew how difficult swimming had been for him and to reach that level was a great achievement for him.

And it was a completely delusional thought, but a small part of you had hoped that he had joined the swim team to become friends with you again bit he never even bothered asking about you from your new friends, nor dud you ever get to meet him in school corridors.

When you finally had the courage to go swimming pools again, you saw him for the first time in years, practicing the butterfly stroke.

And it was like seeing a whole new person in front of you.  He was no longer the boy you knew. He was still Jihoon, sweet and quiet, and yet there was a confidence in him which you hadn't seen.

Before you knew it, you were heads over heels with him.

But since you didn't have the courage to talk to him anymore, you didn't tell anyone. And since no one in your current friend circle didn't know about your friendship with him, they didn't guess it either.

Except for one person.

You felt someone squeeze your shoulder and you turned to look at San, who was looking at you with an eyebrow raised.

Yes, of course. How could San not know? He could read you faster than any book he had read (which...wasn't much but it was still something).

"Hey."

Your head snapped to Chan's voice, as he and Jihoon stared at you, as though waiting for an answer.

"Um…" you said, trying not to look at him. "Did you ask me something?"

"Yeah." Chan said, rolling his eyes. "We were just talking about Jisoo. She got injured and can't swim in this season anymore so I suggested your name to Jihoon-"

"You what-"

"Oh that's wonderful!" San exclaimed,  jumping up and pulling you with him. The rest of the boys had stopped their conversation too to see what was going on. "Y/N would love to!"

"Just as I thought!" Chan remarked, grinning at you.

By the looks of it, everyone knew about your crush on Jihoon.

"No wait-"

"Bye Y/N! Jihoon will fill in the details for you!"

And before you knew it, you were in an empty swimming pool with your ex best friend and current crush.

Just how much more awkward could the day get?

"Hey." He said, sitting down beside you. "How are you?"

"I'm sorry." You burst out, looking at him with teary eyes.

"Sorry?" He asked, blinking at you and causing your heart to flutter. "Sorry for what?"

"I'm sorry for everything-"

"Hush. We don't talk about the past, okay? I should be the one who is sorry for not understanding you. I managed to get into the team but that's when you got out. And it was only then I realised how busy you were. I'm sorry."

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and felt as though a huge weight had been lifted from your shoulders.

You smiled genuinely at him.

"Good thing we both see sorry now."

Jihoon smiled, reaching out for your hand.

"So what do you say? Start again?"

A/N: Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I worked really hard on it and I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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❖❳；Pairing; Song Mingi x Fem!Reader (ft. P1h's keeho, itzy's ryujin, and wooyoung)

❖❳；Genre; Greek mythology au, angst, reincarnation au.

❖❳；Words ; 6.2k

❖❳；Warnings; Mentions of death.

❖❳；Synopsis; A mission to find your lover who was reborn in the mortal world became a mission for heartbreak as you watched him fall in love with someone else.

❖❳；A/n; I honestly don't know what happened near the end, very disappointing but oh well. Not very proud of this so im sorry and don't get your hopes up.

❖❳； Note; My entry for @/sleepylixie and @/delicatewerewolfsoul 's hamartia collab. This might contain inaccurate representations of greek gods but for the sake of the story, just go with it. Slightly modernized as well.

The sun rises on the horizon, casting light all over Olympus, waking the gods in slumber, reminding them of the work they need to do. However, you wanted to fight the sun for rising so early. The rays piercing through the depths of the ocean, just enough to peek through the windows of your room.

You stir under the covers, not wanting to get up. The light blinding your closed eyes, preventing you from going back to sleep. You were honestly hoping you won't wake up the next day. You didn't want to wake up in agony knowing there's nothing to wake up to. You still picture his crescent eyes when he smiles, his laugh that echoes in your ears as if he is there with you. His hands that felt soft and warm left a mark on your skin, reminding you of how he held you in his arms.

Every night you see him in your dreams— for a while at least. Your heart was hurt, it wanted to remind you of all the things you could've done, but it knew that if you kept dreaming about him, you would have died grieving years ago.

A loud knock on your door suddenly erupted, a groan escaped your lips. You rolled to the other side trying to bury your head under the covers to drown out the sound. Then, your door busted open, making you sit up in surprise.

"What the fuck," you furrowed your brows, watching your father fix the dislocated door hinge.

"Don't use such language on me, young lady," he leans his trident beside the door. "You have a very important schedule to meet your suitors today."

Your eyes widen, "Suitors?!" You shrieked, your father's face contorts.

“Father, I think this has gone long enough for you to know that I am not interested.” he let out a sigh. He’s well aware of that.

"Look, I understand, but I will not have you sulk for the rest of your life just because that good-for-nothing son of Athena died," your blood boiled at his words.

"No father, I don’t think you do understand," You said with resentment.

You tried to bury the tears back down, not wanting to cry in front of your father. The pent up anger made you want to lash out like what he said was the last straw but your pride was much stronger.

"It's rude to keep them in line, they've travelled far just to get here, so I suggest you make yourself presentable and be there as soon as possible," his last words before shutting your door closed behind him.

The knick-knacks on your shelf shook as your father slammed the door shut. He wasn't mad, he was just….strict, as your father and god of the sea, you are under his territory thus, giving you no choice but to follow him.

You laid back on your bed, pulling the covers, letting out a muffled scream into the blanket. Only kids get treated like this, he acts like you aren't already a hundred years old.

You didn't want to meet another batch of mermen with plastic smiles and fake personalities. They were only after you because of your title, daughter of Poseidon, god of the sea, with a legacy that soon passes unto you. You had sisters and brothers, you didn't understand why it had to be you, but Poseidon himself already had it all planned.

You swam near the big stadium-like structure, with large pillars that were carved so intricately in quartz.  The end of the stadium planted Poseidon's throne where he sat so elegantly. You hid behind the pillars, spotting the men that were seated to the side, waiting for your arrival, but you already decided you weren't going to attend. Not this time.

You took the longest route to Olympus, making sure no one spots you, escaping the suffocating vast seas that used to be called home.

=

"You know one day I could get killed by your dad," Wooyoung set the teacups filled with hot liquid on the dining table where you sat.

It's been a while since you set foot on land, you didn't miss it, the painful after-effects of walking for too long did make you wonder how land dwellers live.

"He won't since I made him promise it," your cheeky smile made him roll his eyes.

"But won't he easily find you here?"

"He will but he couldn't be bothered to travel all the way here," you took a sip from the cup, hot liquid running down your throat.

"I'll be home by sundown, can't have him wash Olympus just to find me," you force out a laugh, wooyoung giving you a sympathetic look.

He knows you are still mourning. Deep inside you are still in pain, but you try to keep it hidden.

"You know, it's been years and he is still bringing me these men I barely even know and he wants me to pick one to marry?" You planted your forehead on the table, hiding your face in frustration. "It's getting annoying." After those annoying years of having to pretend you are ok and just sitting pretty in front of dozens of merpeople, making yourself look like a prize in a glass box waiting for a winner to take you home.

But of course, it's still your choice and you chose to be with none of them.

"Were any of them attractive at least?" You hear the familiar charming voice. You look up to see Wooyoung's mother— aphrodite— adorned in her usual attire, laced with gold sequences, a headpiece in gold, and jewellery that complimented her skin.

You shook your head as you gave her a soft smile, "They always have this forced appearance to look strong and the wide creepy smiles that they think will help attract me to them," she listens to your rant, pouting slightly, "What a shame, you know your father's taste was never that good," she winked. You knew she was talking about your mother, whom you didn't know that well since she is always focusing on your brothers.

"I thought you went out early," Wooyoung questioned. Aphrodite cupped her son's cheeks, kissing the top of his nose.

"I just forgot something dear," you giggled at her ways of babying her son. Fixing his hair and touching up the light makeup he puts on every day. You can't deny how attractive Wooyoung is, you could see the features that he inherited from his mother.

"Poseidon won't stop what he is doing though, I suggest you do as his wishes y/n, or you'll face his consequences," strips of memory to that day cross your mind again. It was truly painful to recall, it made your heart clenched and you wanted to scream your head off.

"Look, whatever it is you want to do, just make sure it isn't something stupid," Wooyoung held your hand in his, rubbing your skin with his thumb. You remembered the last stupid thing you did.

You were grateful to have met someone like Wooyoung, he has always been there for you. Even though your father had been skeptical of him for so long, he still let you be around him.

But you can't promise him this time because another stupid idea just popped up in your head.

=

"Are you kidding y/n? Didn't we just talk about this?" Wooyoung follows you from behind as you walk through the forest. The last time you were here was the day your world fell apart.

You swore to not cross paths where it reminded you of him but right now, it is important.

"Look, demigods are bound to be reincarnated, there's a chance I could see him again," you explained, stepping on sticks and pebbles, slashing through vines and large leaves with your bronze dagger. Mingi wasn't like you or wooyoung who had both parents that are gods. Like Athena, he was created by her from her mind. He wasn't born….normal.

"And then what? What will you do if you see him?"

In all honesty, you didn't plan that far, all you thought of was to meet mingi in the mortal world. Wooyoung's concern for you just became worse when the silence answers his question. You have no plan, you just wanted to see mingi again.

You ignored Wooyoung's continuous nagging until you reached your destination. The tree that grew sweet magical berries that can only be found deep in the forests of Olympus. The berry that could help the gods enter the mortal realm.

"Y/n…." Worry settles in, Wooyoung knows the side effects of these berries. You weren't as powerful as your parents who were able to visit the mortal realm on your own, you needed help and you were certainly not gonna ask your father.

"I'll be fine," you picked a few handfuls of berries and stuffed them in your bag, "Atlantis won't be that far, If I need to, I’ll just come back." You smiled at Wooyoung.

"I leave tomorrow."

"What about your dad? Won't he get mad?" You two made your way back out of the forest, taking the path of where you came from.

"I just told him I'm sleeping at your place for a while," Wooyoung freezes in place. As expected of his role as your best friend, he's responsible for covering you up.

"You owe me big time."

=

Arriving at the mortal realm, alone and slightly scared. But the sight of what seemed to be the city made you giddy all of the sudden.  

You walked around exploring the beautiful structures of the city. Tall buildings surrounding the area, billboards, and giant screens with lights and flashing colours. You were overwhelmed at first but it was quite interesting. It was nothing like you have seen before.

There were tons of people who wore casual attire, some wore suits as they travelled to work. Big buses and cars drove by in the streets— you almost got run over by one, not knowing the purpose of the blinking traffic light; the horrendous sound of the car horn almost did make your ears bleed.

Settling down on one of the park benches, you took a break from walking. The sandals you brought weren't doing any justice for your feet.

Your surroundings were peaceful, pink flowers scattered across the concrete, different coloured leaves decorating the trees, getting ready for the fall season. Suddenly, you felt a gust of wind. The eerie grey smoke rising in front of you. Chills running up your spine, your mind having a clear idea of where it's coming from.

A cold mischievous laugh emitted from within, your initial reaction was to pull out the dagger from your side, clutching the handle tight until your knuckles turned white.

"Relax, it's me," the same annoying voice you dreaded hearing.

"Ryujin, what are you doing here?" You scowled. She was bad news— the spirit of mischief lives within her, wherever she goes, chaos follows.

"Hmm, are you not happy to see me?" Her Cheshire cat-like smile plastered onto her face as she took a seat beside you, crossing her leg on top of the other. Her hair was shorter than the last time you saw her, eyes still full of mischief.

"I was hoping to not see you again after the incident 20 years ago," you spat, hatred lacing your words.

"Right, the poor boy, died so soon," her face turned into a sad look before smiling once again.

Ryujin was the main cause of his death. Your father just made it happen. Leading Mingi to that place in the forest where she knew your father was there, he hated Athena's children, he wouldn't hesitate to kill one in sight.

You wished there was a way to go back in time to stop Ryujin from leading Mingi to his inevitable death. But as expected, she felt no shame or guilt whatsoever.

"What is it that you plan anyway, there is a reason for you to come here, right?"

You kept your mouth closed, not wanting to possibly give your plan away for the spirit of mischief to take its course. And so, you kept quiet. Ryujin clicked her tongue in annoyance. She wished she could read minds, but that's her brother's power.

"Fine, keep it to yourself," she stood up, grumbling something under her breath, "Just so you know, I am not leaving without having a bit of fun," another gust of wind blowing in your direction leaves swirling in a circle on the concrete just below her feet, the puff of smoke covering her figure as she disappeared.

Your mind was in shambles. Usually, she would try and pressure you into answering but she brushed it off so soon.

You let out the breath you didn't know you were holding, the weight suddenly leaving your chest. Sometimes the presence of Ryujin gives you this uneasy feeling, but it was better than getting a visit from her brother. He is ten times worse.

=

You finally adapted to the mortal world, got a place to stay all by yourself. There were obstacles on the way but you got over them easily.

You lay quietly on the bed, and to be honest, it was a bit uncomfortable. The covers are placed over you up to your neck. You stared at the ceiling, counting rams in hopes of helping you fall asleep. And on your 1117th ram, your eyes finally grew heavy.

But to your dismay, your throat decides that it was parched. You sat up from your bed, wearing your slippers, and made your way to the kitchen. Grabbing a glass and filling it up with water, but before you could take a sip, you saw a figure on your couch.

You dropped the glass, shattering across the floor. The figure whipped his head around and you couldn't believe your eyes. Is this a dream? You must be dreaming… You might have even gone mad.

"Mingi?" You stuttered. You haven't called out that name in so long.

"Y/n, be careful you'll hurt yourself," he stood from the couch, making his way to you. You took a few steps back. Mingi's face shows a look of confusion.

He stepped on the glass unfazed by it. Did he not feel that? Of course, this is a dream, he's not real.

"What's wrong?" His arms out to reach for you.

"N-no, I'm dreaming, this can't be—" you shook your head, tears pricking your eyes. You felt warm hands cup your face, it was so real, your knees so close to giving out.

"What do you mean?" His eyes were the same shade of brown. His hair is styled the same way he always has it in.

"You're real?" Your voice croaked, mingi chuckled. The same smile you saw years ago, but as expected, his face started to fade. This is definitely a dream. It was impossible to have mingi physically there, you saw him….die, right in front of your eyes.

"Of course I'm real," his voice was soft, comforting even. You were really hearing his voice, this is his voice. He pressed his forehead against you, kissing the top of your nose promptly.

At this point, you couldn't stop the tears from falling. You sobbed making mingi pull away and look at you with worry in his eyes.

"Please don't leave me again," you pleaded. You wished it was real, your chest grew even tighter. What kind of cruel punishment is this?

"Why would I leave?" He wiped the tear on your cheek. "I'll always be here," he said in reassurance as he pulled you in his embrace. You missed it so much—you missed him so much. The same warmth was still there, but it eventually started to feel cold. Like Hades was paying a visit to take him back to the underworld.

You finally got to see him again, even if it was only a dream, it really felt like he was there, body and soul present. You didn't want to let him go, there's no way you are losing him again.

His image starts to fade, you start to feel the emptiness again. His hold on your body began to feel like nothing, it was cold like ice. You tried to grip his shirt, keeping him from disappearing. You spewed out pleas, begging him to stay. At Least for a little longer.

But then you woke up, hot liquid running down your face.

You were crying, something you haven't done in a long while. Slapping your cheeks, making sure you were really awake.

"Come one y/n, it was just a dream," you said to yourself out loud.

20 years and you thought you were over him. But those agonizing years were torturous. Everything seemed to remind you of him. Wooyoung almost didn't see you for 18 years until you finally decided to visit him. You wouldn't know what to do if wooyoung was never in your life, you might as well have been asleep for the rest of your life.

=

The clamshell that sat on your bedside table glowed. It was a magic shell that sends messages back and forth in writing. You gave one to Wooyoung so you could communicate from a distance.

"Did you find him?" The letters glowed as they appeared.

"Not yet." you wrote back, watching the writings disappear indicating that he is reading it.

"Time is ticking y/n." Anxiety washes over you again. Soon the berries won't be enough to hold you there and you'll be needing to come back home.

"Y/n, you there?" A voice startled you, making you almost drop the shell. It would be bad if you did, it was a fragile thing, you could risk shattering it and won't have anything else to communicate with.

"In here!" You called out, quickly hiding the shell in the dresser.

"I brought lunch," mina smiled, holding up a paper bag filled with takeout.

The day you moved in, still exploring the apartment that you rented, you heard a knock on your door.

You peeked through the peephole. A woman stood in front of the door patiently, short brown hair— half of it tied into a ponytail— dressed in a leather jacket and denim pants. She looked about 20, maybe 21 but she doesn't look older than 25.

You almost pulled out your dagger but resisted, remembering that they are mortals and you could get in trouble. You slowly twisted the doorknob open, opening it slightly so your body is visible but not the room.

"Hi, I'm mina!" She said in a bubbly tone. Her energy made you slightly overwhelmed. "I'm your neighbour, just next door." She pointed to the apartment beside yours.

You nodded, not knowing what to reply. "Have you finished unpacking?" You tilted your head in confusion. "Do you need help with boxes or anything?"

You looked back in your apartment, body moving aside just enough for Mina to have a clear view.

"Did you not bring any stuff?"  You shook your head.

"I only brought a satchel," you gripped the strap that hung across your body. She gazes at the small bag attached to your body.

"Well, it looks like you need help settling in, why don't I cook dinner for you? You don't seem to have any pots or pans or food either." Your stomach grumbled at the mere mention of food.

Mina giggled, making you heat up in embarrassment. "I'll take that as a yes."

Since then Mina has been your source of food and company. She's been a great companion for the past few days. You told Wooyoung all about her and he just replied coldly. The thought of your best friend getting jealous of your new mortal friend made you laugh.

"So, I just started my 3rd year of college, and honestly, I am tired of it— I've been thinking of dropping out but then my mom might whoop my ass…"  Mina rants while you sit there, zoned out watching the floor like it's the most interesting thing in the world.

"Earth to y/n," mina waves her hand in front of you, snapping you out of your daze.

"Oh sorry, What were you saying?" The girl pouts, eventually brushing it off to discuss other things.

"Oh right, so I met this guy on campus and he is like, really cute. He is super tall and like, maybe a bit built..." You listened to her attentively but still in the back of your mind you couldn't help but discuss your plans on how to find mingi to yourself.

"Should I ask him out?" You blinked— you weren't paying attention again.

"I'm sorry?"

"The guy I met on campus on my first day, should I ask for his number?"

"Oh totally, you should," you said plainly, you feel really bad for not paying attention but you couldn’t help it when your mind is being occupied with something else. Mina just brushed it off, not noticing your spaced-out expression. She continued rambling while your mind wandered.

Time was running out, you needed a plan.

=

"Remind me why I am on your college campus again?" You said, mina dragging you by the arm. She woke you up at an ungodly hour just to travel early to her college campus. Few students were walking around campus, on their way to their scheduled class.

"Look, I barely have friends, also do you go to college? You look to be around my age," your eyes widen. Atlantis doesn't have schools, you had to travel to Olympus just to make it to class, but you only had to go until you turned 18. And you are immortal, you haven't been to school for a hundred years.

"I graduated," you just said. Hoping she won't ask further questions.

"Oh so you're older than me then," you nodded. She stopped to sit by a tree in the campus garden, patting the grass beside you. You sat beside her, leaning on the tree.

"I don't have class 'till after lunch, we can grab something to eat before you can go back to your apartment," she took out her textbook and paper to finish what she didn't the day before.

"Sorry for dragging you, You are always locked up in your apartment so I thought why not take you here with me," you were planning on exploring more of the city, just to take note of the possible routes to get around.

"Won't I get in trouble? I don't go here."

"You are fine, besides, it's an open college, anyone can visit here," she explains as she gets back to her work.

Your eyes wandered off somewhere else, spotting the students who were early, sitting on the grass as they got some sleep under the trees. Some were reading books and some were having their breakfast.

It makes you sleepy after a while, deciding to lean your head against the tree, closing your eyes for a brief moment.

A pair of shoes tapping against the grass, crunching the leaves on the way. You didn't bother to open your eyes so you just stayed and listened. Must be one of mina's friends as you hear her voice ushering for them to sit.

They sat on the other side of the tree beside mina, talking about classes and homework but something about that voice tingles your brain. The familiar deep husky voice made your heart ache. You were confused as to why you were reacting that way.

Soon the person left and you were forced to open your eyes when mina shook your shoulder abruptly.

"Guess who just gave me their number," she said, grinning from ear to ear.

"Who?"

"The hot campus boy," she squealed, waving the paper in her hand. "His name is mingi and it's kinda cute and his voice was deep, not that deep, but like...deep."

Your eyes widen, "mingi?" She nodded. You felt like your world stopped spinning. Your mind is in shambles, processing the information. Your ears deafened the sounds around you, muffling mina's continuous babblings.

You thanked the gods that he's here, but then reality hit. He doesn't know you for he is only a reincarnation of the mingi you knew. He is no longer the son of Athena, he is just human.

=

"Are you sure it's the mingi?" Wooyoung's message appears from the clamshell. You lay on your bed, a book on your lap as you were reading just a while ago.

"Yes, Mina's description fits so perfectly," you bit your lip, anxiously fidgeting with your necklace. What if it wasn't him? You can't confirm that it really is him, he has no memory of his past life.

"Ok, so what are you gonna do now? You found him, what's the next step?" You mentally slapped yourself for being unprepared. You wanted to see him again, that was your main goal, and now that you know he's here, you have no reason to stay.

You want to be with him but it's impossible, you are immortal, he'll age while you stay young. Well, nothing much was changed when he was a demigod, but he had the opportunity to become immortal. It's not like there is some way a mortal can become immortal.

…..or is there.

"I'm coming back," the writing disappeared letter by letter as wooyoung's message appeared right after.

"Really? So that's it?"

You shook your head as if he could see you. "I have a plan"

"Oh no," wooyoung thought. Letting out a deep sigh. "She's gonna get into more trouble isn't she?" Wooyoung wished that somehow something would knock some sense into you.

=

"Y/n!"

"Mina, hey," she threw herself at you, engulfing you in a tight hug.

"I'm gonna miss you," she squeezed around your neck, restricting your airflow.

"Mina," you patted her back, making her apologize with a sheepish grin, "I'll be back soon though, you don't have to miss me too much."

"I know— wait, are you free right now? I was wondering if you wanna go eat before you leave," you thought for a second. Though it isn't difficult to travel back to Olympus, you're unfortunately on your last berry.

"Sure," you hoped it'll last you for another few hours.

Arriving at a restaurant with mina, ordering food as soon as you sat down. Your eyes wandered around. The restaurant was busy, waiters quickly passing around, trying to get to the customer's table as soon as possible.

"Finally," Mina says, standing up on her seat. You turned your head to the person she was referring to.

"Sorry I'm late, I got stuck in traffic."

"I invited mingi, I hope you don't mind y/n," Mina says with a sorry smile.

"I don't mind at all." That unsettling feeling soon washes over you, seeing mingi stand in front of you, face to face. You find it weird to see him like this like he didn't die. He looks like the same mingi years ago, it just felt….different.

You took your seats again, Mina helping mingi order his food. The three of you waited for your orders, chatting about anything that comes to mind. Mina talking about classes and homework that is due and mingi asking if any of you were free to a party this weekend.

Of course, you can't go.

"So, Where are you from y/n?" He asks you. His voice sounded so natural to you but at the same time, it felt foreign, like you just heard of it now. Technically you did but, the way demigod reincarnations work is they get reborn the same. Meaning they'll look the same, speak the same, and their personalities are most likely the same. Nothing will change once they get reborn— except, they won't remember anything from their past life.

"Atlantis," you blurted out, panic rushing through you. You can see the confusion in their faces.

"Like, the lost city of Atlantis?" Mortals, what are they teaching them?

"I mean Atlanta," you corrected yourself, body stiff as stone.

"America? That's far, do you have a flight?" Mina intervened. You didn't even know where that was, you just so happened to remember that book you read before coming here and the main character lived in a place called Atlanta.

"Uh yeah, sure," you felt cold sweat trickling down the back of your neck. You just hope they won't ask any more questions.

You let out a sigh of relief as the two of them get back to chatting with each other.

Finally, the food arrived and the sooner you finished the sooner you got to go home. And with your last berry, you popped it in your mouth after the meal.

Leaving the restaurant with mina and mingi you were finally able to go back to Olympus.

As you are ready to part ways, Mina engulfs you in a tight hug, cutting off your airflow. "Mina, you're squishing me," you said in a choked out voice. "Be quick ok," she gives you a final hug before walking in the other direction.

You waited until the coast was clear and hid somewhere secluded.

=

You arrived safely and with just a minute to spare. You were gonna go to wooyoung's place first before going back to Atlantis when you saw a lightning strike. A gust of moist air blows your way, a growling thunder piercing through your ears. Your mind immediately assumed that it was Zeus but when the clouds cleared you saw your father, sitting on a cloud with his trident on his lap.

"Father," you said, greeting him with a bow. Though he didn't look pleased with seeing you at the gates of Olympus, he still gave your hair a ruffle.

"You have me worried sick y/n, where were you?"

You expected yelling, hearing these words and this kind of tone shocked you. Especially even after telling him that you were staying at wooyoung's but still found you at the gates

"Look, I know I may have gone too far— with...you know, the marriage," he admits. Avoiding eye contact with you as much as possible. Not that it wasn't sincere, he just wasn't used to admitting he was wrong. But he loves you dearly and he'd do anything for you.

"It's ok, I actually forgot those happened." there was an awkward silence. Then, Poseidon left, after informing you of what time dinner was gonna be.

You finally arrived at your best friend's house and instead of a worried wooyoung, you were met with a furious wooyoung.

"I knew this was a bad idea, your father almost killed me!" He said. You rolled your eyes at the exaggeration.

"Relax wooyoung, nothing happened," you placed your bag onto his bed, taking out the souvenirs you got.

"Did he say anything to you? You are still alive so I'm guessing you haven't met yet?"

"I met him at the gates and he said he was worried." Thinking back to that moment made you shiver, it's like someone replaced your dad with someone completely different.

"Huh, well ok then— Ooh what are these," he was quick to change the topic as his curiosity fills in. Wooyoung takes the bag of candies you brought, ripping it open to take one of the wrappers with the sugary treats inside. You chuckled, watching wooyoung chew on the candy.

He notices your gaze stuck on the floor while you get lost in your own thoughts.

"Hey, did something else happen there?"

You snap back into reality, taking a while to process what wooyoung just said. You shook your head in response.

"Actually, is there a way to stay there without the berries?"

He stares at you for a moment, he honestly thought you were done and you weren't going back there. It's dangerous for you since you are not as strong as your father. Even with something more efficient than a magical fruit, you are bound to get in trouble.

"My mom has a necklace," wooyoung says, he didn't want to say it but he knew how important this is to you. Eventually you'll stop, knowing mortals and gods cannot stay together forever.

"She used to make me wear it when she let me go to the mortal world with her."

"Can I borrow it?"

=

"Y/n!" Mina ran to you with open arms, "I missed you so much," you giggled at your friend.

"I've only been gone for a week."

"A week too long," she pouted.

She takes your hand in hers, pulling you to whatever direction. You arrived at the airport, making it look like you got here by plane. Passing security check out and exiting the building.

"You still remember mingi right?" She asks.

"Of course, I left for a week, it doesn't mean I forgot anything that's here," she grinned.

"Why, what happened?" You asked, hiding the hint of fear in your voice.

"Oh nothing," she sing-song, trying to stop her lips from smiling too much.

You both stopped at the front of the main entrance, waiting for you-don't-know-who. Until a car stops in front of you. Mingi came to pick you two up, giving you a ride to your apartment.

"So, what's it like in your hometown," she asks, taking a bite of her food.

"Uh, It's….you know —uh…. there's trees and buildings."

Mina nodded slowly as she continued eating her food.

After you two finished eating, Mina left to finish her college work— probably with mingi.

You didn't want to think the worst but considering mina's behavior around mingi, you couldn't stop the thoughts running around your mind.

You gripped the pendant that was tied around your neck. It's pearly white color glowing due to the light reflecting on it. Its sharp edges indicate that it was shattered into parts.

The other half is with mingi.

Atleast, when he was still with you. It symbolizes your promise to always be together and be there for each other.

But fate just wasn't on your side. And it still isn't.

As you walked out of your apartment to get some fresh air, you spotted the two by the parking lot. Their faces are inches away from each other.

You didn't know why but you felt your heart sink. Tears welling in your eyes. You reminded yourself that this mingi isn't the same mingi that promised to be with you. He wasn't the same mingi that helped you run away from home whenever your parents were arguing again.

That gave you a reality check, you can't be with him anymore. You have to let him go.

Your gaze still stuck on the two, not noticing the sudden appearance of another spirit.

This time, it made you feel chills.

"Keeho," you said in a whisper. You didn't bother to look in his direction.

"Oh, I'm glad you recognize me," he said, a mischievous smile growing on his lips.

"Ryujin would have loved to see this, after all, this was her plan." You curled your fist into a ball, tight enough until your nails dug into your skin.

"Why?" You managed to let out. You didn't want this to affect you but it does. After everything you did, it all didn't matter in the end.

"I don't know, ask ryujin. I'm just here to relay a message."

Keeho pushed himself off the wall that he was leaning on and came over to you.

"Don't try to bring back something that was meant to be taken away, it'll come back to bite you in the ass," he whispered against your ear, sending chills down your spine.

Then he left, disappearing into the mist again.

Even though you just came back, you were already itching to leave. Packing your bag and locking the apartment. Giving the keys to the landlord.

Mina notices you in a hurry to leave, running after you to catch you.

"Y/n! Where are you going?" She grabs your wrist making you stop. You didn't turn around, you stayed rooted to the ground. Swallowing the thick lump in your throat before speaking.

"I'm sorry Mina," you pulled your wrist away from her and left. You felt guilty, she was your only friend and she felt betrayed. You left without an explanation.

=

"Y/n? You're here, did something happen?" Wooyoung read your expression.

You shook your head, clearing your thoughts as you replaced the sad look with a small smile.

"I'm great, I just didn't like the whole vibe there," you lied.

You removed the ruby crystal around your neck giving it to wooyoung, muttering a thanks. Alongside you removed the pendant that was tucked under your shirt. Wooyoung was shocked as you never took it off and you swore you never would.

You tucked the necklace into your pocket, taking a mental note to put it away when you get home.

Although you didn't accomplish your original mission, you did realize that it's always good to let go of something. Never let anything or anyone tie you down. You are still heartbroken, but you are sure you could get over it soon.

Of course, the siblings that stared at you through the window, mischievous smiles on their faces, will not let you live just yet.

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