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watanabebad · 2 years

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a cheaters anguish part 2 i beg

𝐀 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐡 2 “𝑫𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝑯𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒌”

Warnings ; cheating {a/n at the end} p.s. little side note 💗 there is a scene of a flashback, so to indicate where it is, the story is temporarily in italic , but their dialogue will be in bold italic.

Song that inspired me while writing - 7 Years Charli XCX

. . .

“So, why can’t you?”

There was nothing but silence; and the sound of Y/n picking at the seams of the small white living room chair. She sat and thought. She really, really thought. She was forming this answer to be way more complex than it had to be, there were multiple reasons. He cheated, he lied, he didn’t love her as much as she loved him…

But she couldn’t prove her last statement. Well, she couldn’t prove it with words necessarily, but with actions, that’s different. She could only assume that was the truth though, as she was just so used to sabotaging everything in their relationship, making herself feel like she was never doing enough, but doing too much at the same time.

“Because,”

“Because why?”

Y/n looked up and made eye contact with the boy in front of her. His innocent eyes only trying to help her, yet his persistence only gave her more reason to be upset.

“Junkyu please. I appreciate that you’re trying to help but all these questions make me feel like I’m back in June’s office.” She made a connection to her therapist, whom she hadn’t seen in over a few months now. Her reason being that it just felt like an expensive, overly bouje prison that never helped her much anyway. She just felt more alone with her thoughts when she was there.

“But I’m better than her Y/n. Im free of charge and I’m your friend.“ He sounded genuine with his words, making Y/n want to chuckle, almost.

He continued,

“So you don’t have to be scared to talk to me. Plus I’m just trying to help Y/n, I thought things between you two were getting better?”

Her urge to laugh though had fully subsided after his words. Her nails stopped picking at the seat and she was brought back to last night, having heard the same words from Mashiho.

“Y/n I don’t understand. I thought things between us were getting better?” The desperation is his voice was calling to Y/n’s heart.

“Look! He must care, or else he wouldn’t be this heart broken.”

“It would be selfish to disregard his feelings like this. Look at how hurt he is.”

“Look at how hard he’s trying, he wouldn’t be trying this hard if he didn’t love you!”

Y/n could hear her heart loud and clear, and she wanted to listen to it more than anything. She began to reach to him, wanting to just hold and comfort him; Her brain began to tell her otherwise.

“No. Do you know how many times this has happened now?”

“Why is it always her?”

“You’re nothing like her Y/n, there’s a reason he keeps doing it.”

Her brain spoke volumes over her heart. She immediately retracted her arm from his chest and held it to herself.

“Were we really ever good Mashiho?” She asked, starring up into his eyes. He furrowed his brows together, shaking his head. He didn’t understand. Of course they were better, he was with her almost every night now. He always accompanied her to the park for small picnics, or even just to sit and talk. They laughed together, more than they had since they were first dated.

He of course ignored his faults though. How he was still keeping in contact with her. How he would still meet with her, but he assumed that if they didn’t sleep together anymore it wasn’t considered wrong, right?

“What do you mean, of course we were good. We’ve been so good these past few months.” He noticed how she pulled back from him, and it almost made him angry.

“Do you really think that?” She looked down after speaking, not being able to look at him.

“Y/n, yes, I’m serious. I mean come on, look at all the things we’ve done baby. I mean, am I making you feel like I don’t care?” He was doing so good at changing the situation at hand. He was actually doing is so well that Y/n almost forgot about the woman he had been having a continuous affair with. By the direction their conversation was going, it just seemed like they were going through a rough patch; One that most couples went through. This situation though was different. Y/n was being neglected, by the way that Mashiho chose to spend his free time with another woman, rather than with his lover.

Well, his lover to the public at least.

“That’s it Mashiho. That’s why I can’t do this anymore. You just don’t understand me. If you really knew me, you would know how I felt. What I found out that night, how much I found out that night. It hasn’t left my mind since.” She poured her heart out, no matter how many times Mashiho nodded, or furrowed his brows trying to comfort her and let her know that he was listening, he wasn’t really hearing her. He wasn’t trying to understand her words, and how deeply his actions affected her.

“But I love you.”

“Y/n, weren’t they? I’m sorry, I could be wrong.” Junkyu noticed Y/n had blanked out, and he began to worry that he offended her or began to make her feel even worse.

“Can we take a little break Junkyu? I- I just want to think about something else right now.” Y/n’s eyes were so pure. Looking up into Junkyu’s eyes he noticed how tired she was. Not physically, but mentally.

“Okay, sure.” He have her a warm smile and nodded his head, showing that he did in fact understand her words.

“But please remember-“

“Don’t tell Hyunsuk, I know.” He finished her sentence and gave her a knowing grin.

“Honestly I think you’re looking too far into it, leave Y/n. That’s what we all know is healthy here.” Jihoon came from the kitchen area of Y/n’s home. She forgot that he had asked to make hot chocolate, and was listening to the conversation between the two only feet away in the living room.

“Oh come on, she said she didn’t want to think about it right now.” Junkyu retaliated, even though deep down he knew Jihoon was right.

He also knew that Y/n knew it was the morally correct thing to do too.

“Whatever Jihoon, just-“

“Don’t tell Hyunsuk, we know.” The two boys spoke with eachother in unison, having heard this phrase from Y/n one too many times.

“Well, you guys are being really loud, and he said he’d be here with the food any minute now. He could be right outside the door as we speak.” She tried to play off her paranoia, she knew he wouldn’t be here that fast.

And Y/n already knows what Hyunsuk would say. He wasn’t on board with her forgiving Mashiho in the first place, one mistake is enough in his book and the whole thing is considered ruined. He saw how much she loved him, so ultimately he knew there was no stopping Y/n from going back. He saw that things started to look a little brighter for the two, so he initially let go of his grudge seeing as his bestfriend was happy.

But now, seeing as his younger friend made another mistake, they both knew there was no coming back from this.

“I mean honestly though Y/n, why forgive him in the first place? Especially when there’s someone right here that wouldn’t dare do it to you in the first place.” Jihoon’s words slipped off his tongue so casually, and Y/n pretended not have heard it, and instead answered the other half of his question.

“You just don’t understand Jihoon. I just, can’t stop loving someone so easily.” He came and had a seat on the bigger matching couch next to her, handing her a cup of hot chocolate warmed to perfection.

“Who says you need to stop loving him? Obviously it isn’t that easy. We all love someone we can’t have.” He spoke the truth, and she knew that.

“What happened to changing the topic? Let’s try and ease your mind a bit?” Junkyu held up his Mario Kart controllers and motioned one her way. She let out a small, disappointed smile and took the controller. She wished that all her problems could be solved with a view rounds of a video game.

“All love for you Y/n, but in this, I just don’t think I can go easy on you.” Jihoon gave her a cocky smile, sending a wink to her. It amazed her how he continued to flirt with her despite the situation she was in.

“Yea okay.” She playfully rolled my eyes. Getting up and sitting between him and Junkyu on the couch.

“Even after I demolish you Y/n, just know I still care.” Junkyu smiled at Y/n so genuinely that it almost worried her, how he could say something so dark with such an adorable expression.

“And that, is how you correctly play Mario Kart, I swear you guys are worse than you think.” Junkyu let out an exasperated sigh, and continued with a mocking laugh due two his friends multiple losses.

“Oh come on, we didn’t lose every round.” Jihoon exclaimed, clearly being a sore loser. Y/n laughed at the two bickering, and over all the bantering she heard a car door close, knowing that Hyunsuk was finally here.

“Guys, Hyunsuk’s here with the food.” She almost exclaimed, trying to find joy in the little things, such as the terribly unhealthy cheese she was going to enjoy the second Hyunsuk walked in with their Taco Bell.

The two boys quietly cheered as they got up and helped clean off the table from their empty soda cans and chip bags, making room for their meal.

Y/n smiled as the front door opened, and she was happy to finally get to spend time with her comfort person, especially after what happened. She just wanted to feel somewhat full again.

Those were her thoughts until Hyunsuk fully opened the door, showing his displeased face to the three people in the living room.

He looked straight in Y/n’s direction and deadpanned,

“We need to talk.”

. . .

Hey guys, part two is here 💗. I’m really enjoying this story, so please let me know if you guys want me to continue. If there are any ideas you guys want to add, just let me know in my submission box. Also please let me know if you have any personal requests you would like me to write for !!

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hyunsuks-beanie · 2 years

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Pumpkin

Pairing: Mashiho x gn. reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Content Warnings: Long distance-ish au; established relationship; pining; mentions of crying; use of the words "Baby," "pumpkin," "angel" and "princess"

Part of: Mellow's You've Got A Letter Event

Mellow speaks: This is for my super lovely angel, Kari!!!! Thank you so much for being so so so nice to me love, and it really was a pleasure writing this for you. I know the Mashidam hiatus has hit you hard, so I hope this acts as somewhat of a relief to the heartbreak. I love you, do enjoy!

Also, I decided to go with Mashiho since he's actually away from Korea for the time being, while Yedam hasn't actually gone anywhere and so missing Y/N wouldn't make much sense lol.

Tagging: @yedammi @axartia @sweethyuka @ivyvesisi @yunhorights

Hey pumpkin, How are you doing??

I know. You're probably thinking, "That's what I should be asking you, Mashi," while shaking your head, right? But that's okay, because it's what you ask me every single time we talk anyway. And that's why I figured that the least I can do is ask you the same, for once.

I hope you're doing good, and I hope you're taking care of yourself and eating and sleeping on time even without me forcing you to. I mean, yeah, I do call you up during mealtimes and at night just to remind you to do the bare minimum for yourself, but it's not the same as grabbing your arm or lifting you off your feet just to carry you to the dining table or the bed, you know?

Oh and, how are your classes going? Please don't say, "They're being a pain" again, because that's what your probably told me the last time I asked you on FaceTime. I know they're a pain, but it's a pain that you're very much capable of bearing, because you're my fighter baby, right? I just hope you're doing your work consistently and not overworking your cute little body too much. Even if something seems hard the first time you read it, I want you to step back and give it a rest for a while, instead of working yourself till you burn out.

And now, you better not go all "Aww you care so much!" on me, because both of us know how you care just as much when I'm practicing too hard and not resting.

I'm doing well here too, helping mum and dad around in the house and playing with Kotetsu in my free time. I'm regularly working out too, just so I can still be hot when you see me again. But don't you worry my angel, because I'm still taking things easy so as to not strain my body too much, even when I'm dancing.

Wow.....writing a letter is so much harder than I had thought. But I guess it can't be helped since most of the things I'm telling you, I tell you every day anyway. But it's just that....there's still something I haven't said much on call or on FaceTime, because I was shy of seeing or hearing your reaction. And that's why I decided to send you a letter in the first place, so I can show you what's going on inside my head without being shy.

So, the thing is....I just miss you so much. This is the first time we've been away for so long, and I'm not liking it one bit. Being with my family is great, it really is. But that doesn't mean I've completely forgotten about life in Seoul, about the members and most importantly, about you. It's just not the same without your form sitting on the counter while I cook something for you, and it's not same without having you lean into my shoulder whenever you feel some extra love for me.

I miss going on dates with you, and I miss sneaking out late at night just to see the surprised look on your face. I really needed this break, heaven knows I did. But I just wish you could be here with me right now. I need to hold you in my arms so bad, and I need to kiss you and call you all the pet names that you know I cringe at. I want to feel your hands running through my hair, and I want to feel your heart beating against mine.

It's been less than a month and I already miss you so much it's not even funny anymore. I know I'm supposed to be resting, but then again, how I am I supposed to do that when all I can think about is you? I don't want to hurt you by saying this, but I think you deserve to know of all the tears I've shed because of how lonely I feel without having your laughter ringing right next to me.

Miss, want, need. None of these words is enough to describe what I've been feeling these days, it's like a void in my heart that will only be filled when you're in my arms. I know we can't possibly meet any time soon, and I know it's selfish to even think like this. And yet, I can't help but wonder what it would be life if you could come here to Mie, even if it's just just 2 days.

Gosh, I'm actually crying while writing this, so please don't mind if some of the words get smudged off. I'm crying so hard right now, and still, all I'm wishing is that you won't cry while you read it.

I'm sorry for this princess, I really am. But being without you is getting under my skin now, and I just had to let you know.

Wiping your tears away,

With love

Mashiho

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asahistime · 5 months

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a/n : junghwan is your bestfriend, he’s in a relationship and you’re just in love.

i still need to learn how to use this app and write on here properly lol. anyways i was listening to sad love songs and i might have projected on here a bit… awkward

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“i can’t love you in dark.” i spoke to junghwan. for once, he heard me.

“what are you talking about?” he made a confused face. a tear slipped from my left eye.

it took a long time to realize it was never going to be me. junghwan was always mine but i was never his. we were always going to be defeated.

“i still remember the day you told me about her.”

“dalia?” he looked down.

daila, his future girlfriend, wife, lover, everything. it’ll be okay, i’ll love you forever. but, who knows how long forever is?

“i don’t understand why i’m so scared about this. i always practiced how i was going to say but then dalia came in and suddenly i wasn’t even a thought. i didn’t mean to intrude about any of this. but i needed to say all of this because i would never and now that im saying this it feels like i’m losing you and myself on the way there.”

“i- ”

i cut him off, “don’t say anything. don’t ruin this for me because you feel bad because but i don’t. i feel relieved because i can finally let you go.”

“who said anything about letting you go?!” he blurted

“i can’t keep loving my best friend.” my voice cracked as i tried to look him in the eyes.

“no. we can still be friends!” he tried defending our friendship.

“it’s been a while since i last thought we were friends.” i confessed. i gave him his stupid friendship bracelet that made me cry when i got home because he was mine for a moment. i gave him his stupid sweater that gave me warmth on the loneliest and coldest nights. i gave him my all because it was all mine.

“i wish you had said something before. i.. i had something to tell you too. i always hoped that you stared longer, smiled longer, felt longer around me. i always wished it was you.” he smiled through his tears.

“i don’t think i’ll find someone like you. nobody compares to you. as a person or a lover. but i think i would prefer you as mine.” he started as he looked into my eyes.

i felt like i could finally breathe. it was enchanting and amazing and beautifully heartbreaking. suddenly, it felt like 10 years ago when i met him on that gloomy day. raining and depressing. and he was the sunshine that lit my life.

“you felt the same?” i sobbed out. i put my hand over my hand, i felt sick. he held me as i cried into his arms.

“don’t do this. please. i can’t lose you. i don’t want to lose my person.” junghwan voice cracked, “i’ll always look out for you and be there for you. you don’t have to give me these things back. i just want you back.”

i pulled away and looked around. this is their shared apartment with their shared photos and shared coffee and shared warmth. what am i doing? i can’t do this to another girl.

“what are we doing?” i questioned. i felt terrible and immediately started backing away. i shouldn’t even be here. i really shouldn’t.

“i don’t even understand why i am here. i don’t know why. i don’t deserve to come here and say these stupid feelings that i had and say them too late.”

“but you did and i thank you for it. i realized maybe we were right for each other. but maybe isn’t enough.” he added on.

“you know you were like stars in the dark for me. you always shined when nobody was there and only people who were out at the right time saw you. i tried to find other stars but you always shined the brightest.” he said. “i don’t think i could ever search for my star when she’s right here looking at me.”

you don’t need a star when you have the whole galaxy coming home soon. you don’t need me. i shouldn’t need you but i can’t stop loving the moon.

i smiled for the last time before saying, “junghwan, thank you for all the moments you made me laugh, smile, cry, love and made me feel so special. i thank you for letting me speak, but i hate you for letting me love you. and i hate you for loving you. and i hate you because you loved me.”

“i don’t think i’ll ever find someone like you and i hope i don’t because i’ll fall in love once again.”

i looked at him one more time, taking him in all my glory and for the first time in forever i wished i could kiss him goodbye.

“i’ll see you soon. i know i will.” junghwan held my hand as he uttered words.

i turned around, taking step by step. day by day, i’ll get over this childish love and stupid boy. but he won’t be a stupid boy. he’ll just be a boy.

the doorknob started twisting and turning and stomach did as well. the door opened and dalia was there, beautiful as always. her smile turned into a frown. “what happened? why are you crying?” her kindness will always live on in junghwan, i just hope he doesn’t forget about me.

“i think i lost something dear to me,” i turned around and looked at junghwan and back to dalia,”i hope you take care of it.”

dalia gave me her doe eyes, she has no clue what happened. “if i’ll find it, i’ll send it to you!” i just laughed and smiled. “i really hope you do.” i gave junghwan one last smile. and i finally mouthed,

“goodbye.”

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acaiasahi · 2 years

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✶ someone else peels your perilla leaves ; treasure reaction.

synopsis. treasure's reaction when someone helps their s/o peel their perilla leaves.

info. fluff + angst, treasure x gn!reader

warnings. jealousy, mentions silent treatment once (1) LOL, grammatical errors, lowercase and smaller text intended! again, sorry for the grammatical errors lolzies

[ explanation. ] peeling pickled perilla leaves whilst eating in korean culture is seen as an intimate thing, something couples usually do.

✶ choi hyunsuk.

[ . . . the boys truly love you and see you something close to a mother figure ever since hyunsuk had introduced you. knowing this, your sweet boyfriend invited the members to go out to eat as a treat from the two of you. hyunsuk actually encouraged them to order whatever they wanted and in his words, "it was on him," so... naturally they got everything off the menu. once the pickled perilla leaves came out, you had asked jihoon for help when peeling them but he quickly declined and told his hyung to help you out. hyunsuk didn't even know that the boys ordered it but was more than willing to help you! "did you as jihoon to peel them? nevermind, doesn't matter. i'll do it for you sweetheart! (๑•́‧̫•̀๑)"

✶ park jihoon.

[ . . . jihoon left to go use the bathroom, meaning you were alone with the other members. not that you minded though, you were flying from topic to topic, bonding over things you never pinned yoshinori to like but here you are! when he had come back, your food had already been served and y'all had dug in. getting closer to the table, he'd seen yoshi helping you peel the perilla leaves he'd ordered. "hey! why're you peeling my s/o's leaves yoshi? >:(" "huh, wdym hyung???!!" completely forgetting that the young-in was foreign, he lets it's slide and calmly tells him how peeling someone's perilla leaves is kind of an intimate thing to do. yoshi backed off and nudged the dish to you and jihoon. "i can't believe you were gonna let him peel that for you pft (¬_¬)" "pARK JIHOON I DIDNT KNOWWW!!! ヽ(｀○´)/"

✶ kanemoto yoshinori.

[ . . . while in the midst of making food with the boys, you decided to to taste the pickled perilla leaves you took part in making. asking yoshi for help with peeling them, he sent junkyu due to him being busy making the crepe batter. "kyu, why are you here? i thought i called yoshi?" junkyu just shrugs and asks what you need help with and when you'd told him that you needed help with the peeling, he told you the meaning behind it, excusing himself and fetched yoshi. "hYUNG???!! YOU WANTED ME TO HELP Y/N PEEL THE PERILLA LEAVES WTFFF!!?!? ｡ﾟﾟ(」｡≧□≦)」" cue confused yoshinori, "whywhywhywhy? what happened? O.o" shoos him away to help you, when he gets there he's still confused and asked why junkyu acted that way. "honey, it's kind of seen like a... couple's thing to do LOL" is completely taken aback but helps you nonetheless. "can't believe i asked kyu to help ACK ฅ⁽͑ ˚̀ ˙̭ ˚́ ⁾̉ฅ"

✶ kim junkyu.

[ . . . helps you before anyone else can. there's no chance in hell where he'd find someone else peeling your perilla leaves. if he did, he's absolutely flabbergasted. "babe, why is mashiho doing that for you? ( ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ _ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀ )" "you weren't here kyu...???? you were literally *insert some place far*???" acts like you cheated on him LOL the type to shove whoever it was, grab chopsticks and help you WHILE muttering nonsense. "can't believe this ROOKIE was peeling it for you... whack... I'M A PRO BABE!!! you knew this (ˊ̥̥̥̥̥ ³ ˋ̥̥̥̥̥) always ask me for help next time, okay???!!!?!? (｡•ˇ‸ˇ•｡)" safe to say that no one but junkyu had helped you peel your perilla leaves!

✶ takata mashiho.

[ . . . doesn't personally see a problem with it, honestly the chillest out of everyone. especially if he sees jaehyuk peeling the perilla leaves... my mans has absolutely nothing to worry about. he's pretty confident in your relationship and has a lot of trust in you and his members!!! "hey love! what're u up to? ooh perilla leaves... YUM!!! ✧*｡٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و✧*｡" more invested in the leaves then jaehyuk using his chopsticks to peel them... LOL! if on the rare occasion he gets jealous, he doesn't make a big deal and asks whoever, in this case jaehyuk, if he could take over. the whole situation goes smooth, basically a win-win in his eyes! :3

✶ yoon jaehyuk.

[ . . . is gloomy when you ask asahi for help. for a better visual, he has a thundering cloud over his head and is slumped over with his head hung low. this mf the type to act like you committed a crime, "how could you, y/n?! (╯︵╰,)" you're so concerned that you politely ask asahi to stop and usher jaehyuk to come over and do it for you. you definitely console jaehyuk and tell him that he's the only person you'll ask for help from now on... did that make his sadness disappear as soon as the words left your lips? yeah... is he so hopelessly in love with you that he was lowkey overreacting for your coddling? yeah...!!!

✶ hamada asahi.

[ . . . like mashi, honestly doesn't mind. it's just food but if he got to choose, he personally would do it for you. he trusts the members as if they were his own biological family and knows that they're not helping you with impure intentions. it actually makes him really happy that he gets to see you get along with people he surrounds himself with everyday. he also knows that the members view you as family and vice versa and who was he to keep you from that? if he saw you asking yedam for help with peeling the perilla leaves, he watched yedam enthusiastically give a helping hand and that makes him proud. he's very confident in your relationship and loves you lots (´∩｀。)

✶ bang yedam.

[ . . . not that he doesn't trust doyoung, i mean they've trained hours upon hours with the another, how could they not form a bond? but doyoung's also notoriously known for being a flirt and when he lent a hand with the perilla leaves, without any ill intentions of course, yedam still felt that little green monster eat him up. he calms down once you politely refuse and call yedam over to help you. swells with pride when he sits next to you and peels the leaves with care and a big ol' smile on his pretty little face. "damie... stop acting jealous LOLOL" "am nOT Y/N!!! (|||❛︵❛.)"

✶ kim doyoung.

[ . . . gets insecure when haruto asks if you need help peeling them. when you allow him, there's a permanent frown etched onto his face as he watches your eyebrows furrow together to peel the leaves apart. definitely the type to be petty and give you the silent treatment bc he's a shrimp BUTTT when you finally ask why he ignored you during the whole time you two + the members ate, he'll spill and you're quick to tell him that you didn't mean any harm and that you just needed help. like jaehyuk, you let him know that you'll ask for his help from now on... def became all cocky about it out of nowhere like bro..??? you were just like (◞‸◟；) LOLOL

✶ watanabe haruto.

[ . . . chill guy #3 lowkey could care less, whether he knows the meaning or not, he honestly doesn't mind. kinda views it as just food and doesn't take it to heart. like the rest of the boys, he trusts you full and whole heartedly, but ruto's human n therefore, feels jealous sometimes, especially when it comes to you. on the rare occasion he does get jealous, he'll communicate that. you can definitely tell the switch in character when he sees jeongwoo picking the perilla leaves for you but he'll say something nonchalant like "i can do it jeongwoo don't worry" n that's that. "were you jealous... ruto...??? 「(°ヘ°)" "mmm yeah, i was lolz (｡◝‿◜｡)"

✶ park jeongwoo.

[ . . . confused bc... that should be him but why... is... junghwan... picking... the... leaves... for... you... (´｀;) ？"i can do that for you, sweetheart!" does that big ol' smile he does that shows all teeth and bats his eyes... you brush it off as him being normal but when jaehyuk pulls you aside and tells you how woo was feeling, tell me why you're the smug one...??!! you tease him for it, lightheartedly of course, but you tie it all up in a bow by saying that he has nothing to worry about, he's the only one you want. "were u trying to flirt with me earlier, woo? •̀.̫•́✧" "literally no wtf haha what r u talking abt...?? haha... yeah maybe i was lolz... ヾ(｡ꏿ﹏ꏿ)ﾉﾞ"

✶ so junghwan.

[ . . . actually doesn't mind that his hyung is helping you, thinks it's pretty cute when he sees hyunsuk hold one of the leaves down as you peel the one on top of it. like sahi, he knows his hyungs view as family, like the second maknae and they LOVE to baby the two of you. junghwan views it as his hyunsuk being like a dad to you and can't get enough of it! all smiles on his end, he thinks you're so cute when he sees you and hyunsuk's face scrunched up in concentration. wants to etch that exact moment on the inside of his brain and keep it in a folder (it's definitely not called 'y/n + hyungs ☆ ～(‘▽^人)'"

★ treasure taglist. @yogurteume ... @tayhunwoo ... @h4chi ... @enhacolor ... @wonluvrbot ... @byeongsung ... @rutowonz ... @setakdongies ... @ncizen ... @saeromiz ... @kyufilms ... @sunoo-bby ... @dancinginthetaillight ... @sseastar-main ... @seung-scrittore ... @changmin-wrlds ... @existnesia ... @hanjisungpark ... @ily-cuz-i

[ 🎧 ] jaydi's notes. don't rly like how this one came out but all good LOL

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peachisthenewblack · 2 years

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◇ EVEN AFTER EVERYTHING

synopsis: You were the bad girl. He was ever so faithful. What happens when he’s had enough?

snapshot: 99.9% angst, female reader, boyfriend Junkyu, colleague Jaehyuk, infidelity, drunk, one-night stand, is this a happy ending

sky says: Here’s a story I wrote a looooooong time ago that I published on another platform, just to serve as a teaser of my writing prowess (>_<) my actual writing skills may have deteriorated though [I hope not!] Also, obviously I tweaked the original so that the story could fit Treasure… if you enjoy this please feel free to send a request! [here’s why]

◇ The Fight, If It Was Even One

You wipe the counter, missing the sprinkling of crumbs right in front of you. Your eyes are looking straight at it without actually seeing it. It’s the way you usually are these days, ever since the fight. The one that happened right in this very kitchen, if it could even be called a fight.

“Why is he here?” he had asked.

“He was drunk last night and gave my address to the taxi driver. It was nothing,” you had insisted. You had shrugged your shoulders and sipped from your coffee mug.

“It’s not nothing if he spent the night here!” he had hissed at you. How dare he.

“So what if he spent the night? This wouldn’t be the first time...” your voice had trailed off as you realised your blunder. You had bit your lip and glanced at him, wondering how he’d take that in.

He had stood there fuming. The muscles in his right cheek, the side that had been facing you, had twitched from the way he had gritted his teeth.

The person in question had appeared at the kitchen entrance then, only halfway done pulling his own shirt over his head, allowing the two people in the kitchen a glimpse of his well-toned abs.

“Noona, I think I’ll be going now. Thanks for...” he had shot a look at the man still standing motionless near the sink, then smirked to himself and continued mysteriously, “...last night.”

“Wait... aren’t you at least going to finish your coffee?” you had asked.

“That’s okay, I’ve had some. Besides, Junkyu hyung’s here now. I’ll just be in the way.”

“Well, let me just walk you out.”

“Really, it’s fine noona. I can let myself out. See you at work?”

“Oh alright. Yeah, see you.”

Junkyu had waited until he heard the faint sound of the front door click shut before he spoke.

“_______, I can’t do this anymore. Last time I believed you. This time... I don’t know. After what I saw, I just... I don’t know.”

You had looked up then. Am I hearing things? Has he finally grown some balls? Have I really pushed it too far this time? You had cleared your throat and put on your best poker face. “You’ll forgive me. Just like you always do. This time won’t be any different.”

At your words, he had looked resigned. “Are you saying that what I thought happened last night, happened?”

“What do you think?” you had replied, a challenge clear in your voice.

“Then it’s over.” Just like that, he had left.

You waited two weeks for his call: it never came. He didn’t text you to tell you that you were forgiven, like always. He didn’t come by the bar where you worked. In fact, there was no word from him at all. You weren’t worried, not at the time. You knew it would take him time. Another two weeks should do it. You weren’t going to panic and call or look for him. Oh no, you weren’t one to do that. He’d be back soon enough. Meanwhile, there was plenty of other game. You had thought of Jaehyuk then, and felt kind of guilty towards both of them.

◇ The Past, When It All Started

You knew you weren’t pretty, not what people would ordinarily call pretty anyway. Because of that, you made up for it with an aura of confidence that was irresistible to the people around you. You were no stranger to attention. In high school you hadn’t fit in anywhere--partly because you didn’t want to--but you always had a string of boys following you around, worshipping the ground you walked on. Hell, you’d even had a girl ask you out. And although girls really didn’t pique your interest, the way you’re attracted to him might have just proven that wrong. His baby face and full pouty lips. That smooth jawline. Unblemished clear skin. You would’ve thought he was a girl if it weren’t for his school uniform. You did think he was a girl that first time you two met, until he stood up.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you had asked the person you noticed lurking behind the bushes.

“Um... watching you play?” Such a bold answer from someone who’d been trying so hard not to be seen. It had totally taken you by surprise, which wasn’t something easy to do.

“Me, why?” The person had shrunk even lower behind the shrubs at your question. You had waited for an answer but when none came, you had said, “never mind if you’re not going to tell, keep on watching then”. And you had grabbed the ball you came for off the ground and flounced away.

“I like you!”

You had turned around, surprised once again. Twice in as many sentences. He had stood where you could see him, away from the bushes. You had liked what you saw straightaway.

You two had been together ever since.

Four years.

And you had never been faithful.

Maybe it was partly his fault. He kept on being so forgiving. Even when he had found you locking lips with Haruto, the dashing basketball team captain, behind the bleachers in the gym. Even when you had told him you’d be studying at the library, but his best friend Jihoon saw you making out in the art room with some guy. Even when you had broken off your date, countless times over the years, to go out with someone else. Even when he stopped by your workplace, just to keep you company on your breaks from DJing, and you had flirted with the good-looking younger bartender right in front of his eyes.

Always, he would just shrug his shoulders and say that you were just being yourself.

“I love you, because you’re you. You are your own person, and I wouldn’t change that for the world” is what he would say every time you asked if he was angry at you for the things you did.

But that fateful morning he had come to your house to see if you wanted to go get breakfast together, let himself in with the spare key you yourself had given him, found you in the kitchen with that same bartender, who was shirtless and hugging you from the back, had that conversation with you, and something must have snapped in him. For the first time in four years, Junkyu went away.

And stayed away.

The two weeks that you had thought would be enough had turned into two years. You had feared for the worst when he still hadn’t contacted you after two months. Your calls had gone straight to voicemail. You had found out that he resigned from his job. And moved out of his apartment. He had vanished, just like that. Out of your life, without so much as a single word of goodbye.

You had been living with many regrets these past two years. You should have been faithful. You should have treated him better. You should have shown him how much he means to you. You should have explained to him that he’s the only one you love. You should have told him you didn’t mean to hurt him. You were just worried that if you weren’t wanted by other guys, he wouldn’t want you either. You should have realised that you were being stupid, thinking stupid things and behaving even more so.

You should never have cheated on Junkyu. For quite a while you hadn’t intended to. Except when you started work as a DJ at one of the hottest nightclubs around town, things tend to happen. Especially when there’s a private function every other weekend, and leftover booze already paid for by the client gets shared among the staff. When you started working there, you managed to stay relatively sober at first. By the third private party, however, you had woken up the day after in somebody else’s bed. You had been so plastered, you didn’t even remember Jaehyuk taking your home.

◇ The Affair, Unintentional As It Was

Jaehyuk is hot, you had to admit that. And the youngster was really good at his job, which meant he could do those fancy things bartenders do just to show off, like flipping glasses in the air and juggling bottles, all while flirting with customers and fixing their drinks. Which meant he was a performer while being a bartender, and that only added to his hotness factor. He was also very much into you, which he had made clear from the first day you came to work. And although you had been very flattered at getting the attention of a younger man, you hadn’t meant to take things any further, even after you two had slept together.

And then it had happened again.

You hadn’t even been drunk. You had actually been stressing in your head for one whole day over what to get Junkyu for your upcoming anniversary and then, at work, some drunk had jumped up onto your DJ platform and managed to grope you before club security got to him. You had been shaken up by the incident and Jaehyuk had been so nice, giving you a drink to calm your nerves and offering to send you home after work. The two of you had talked during the drive and he had given you some good suggestions for Junkyu’s gift. When you arrived at your apartment, you had been the one to invite him up for a drink.

That time too, Junkyu had come to your house in the morning. He had seen Jaehyuk leaving and asked you about it, and you had lied. Although he looked at you somewhat suspiciously, he had believed you. You didn’t think much about it, until he had opened his mouth later when you were having breakfast together.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you have something going on with that boy. I swear, those abs can really turn someone’s head.”

Amazed that he had even noticed, you had asked, “and exactly when and where would you have seen his abs?”

“Remember when your nightclub had that new year staff party and I came early with you to help? I happened to come out of the bathroom stall when he was changing his t-shirt.”

You had jokingly asked whether you should start getting worried about losing him to a guy and the two of you had laughed over that. But he had got you worried.

You had worried about being caught cheating on Junkyu with Jaehyuk. That you would get caught was inevitable: you always got caught. But the things you had done had always been one-time stuff. With people you had just met, or people you barely knew or had once known. You had never before been involved with a colleague, or a friend. And Jaehyuk was both. And you had worried whether that would be too much for Junkyu when he finally found out.

You quit your DJ job not long after he left. You couldn’t look at Jaehyuk and not be reminded that Junkyu was gone. Jaehyuk tried to make you stay, to forget Junkyu and be with him, but you stood by the decision you had made about your relationship that same day Junkyu last stood in your kitchen.

Late the night before, you had opened your door to the sound of the doorbell and an older man had stood there, struggling under Jaehyuk’s weight. You had taken Jaehyuk off the taxi ahjusshi, thanked him and put the tipsy Jaehyuk to bed. Of course you had ended up sleeping together yet again. But you had woken up very early in the morning, with an uneasy sense of foreboding. You couldn’t shake it off to go back to sleep, so you had gone into the kitchen to make coffee and breakfast.

You had sensed somebody watching you while you were pan-frying the second omelette. A shirtless Jaehyuk had been leaning against the kitchen counter watching you cook, all the while smiling that sweet smile of his. You had poured him a cup of coffee, and set down the omelette. In your head, you had been pondering how to broach the subject. When Jaehyuk had finished with his food and pushed his plate away to finish his coffee, you knew you couldn’t stall the matter any longer.

“Jaehyuk, I think we shouldn’t do this anymore.”

He had looked up from his cup, dismay all over his adorable face. “What are you talking about, noona?”

“I know you like me, but I don’t feel the same for you.”

“But noona...”

You had grabbed his plate and taken it to the sink. Standing there busying yourself with the washing, you had pondered your words carefully to try to be gentle. “I really hope you won’t make this difficult, Jaehyuk. We can still talk at work as usual. There’s just some things you have to stop doing. Like, you can’t just crash here whenever you feel like it. Like last night. And stop showing up at my door just because you’re ‘in the neighbourhood’. You don’t even live near here. You need to stop doing these things.”

You had flinched a little when you felt Jaehyuk’s arms snake around your waist. He had rested his cheek on your shoulder and whispered, “but noona, I don’t just like you. I love you.”

You had been struck speechless with the thought of causing him agony for that, but the feeling was fleeting. The moment to be gentle had passed. “That’s really too bad Jaehyuk, ‘cause I’ve never been serious with you.”

Jaehyuk had stiffened at your words. “No, noona, that can’t be. You feel something for me, I know you do.”

“Don’t kid yourself,” you scoffed. He had grabbed your shoulders and turned you around then, so that he could look you in the eyes, and that had been when you noticed the other person in the kitchen.

“________.” You become conscious that you’re staring into empty space. It’s almost as if you had really heard his voice. You look at the counter you have been absently wiping and see a few droplets of water among the crumbs. You raise one hand to your cheek: you don’t even realise you have been crying. You look back at the spot where Junkyu had stood two years ago, and more tears run down your cheeks. For two years you have held them away; two years of telling yourself he will be back, he always comes back. Two years of pretending nothing has gone wrong while your heart ached, burning with the emptiness of missing him. Two years of knowing you brought this on yourself and there’s no one else to blame. You couldn’t do this anymore. Just like two years ago, when Junkyu couldn’t deal with you anymore. You break down on the kitchen floor, sobbing uncontrollably, the crumbs on the counter forgotten.

◇ The Lesson, Learnt The Hard Way

Junkyu knows he had gone away for a long time. He couldn’t help but wonder: have you changed? Would you still remember him? Absence may make the heart grow fonder, but being out of sight might also result in being forgotten. He had been trying so hard to stay away, but it had been difficult, and the difficulty had not lessened with each day that passed.

Right now, he is home. It’s true he had ended things, or put them on hold the way he saw it, but deep down in his heart nothing has really changed. You still own his heart, completely and utterly. There’s nothing in the world that can destroy that, not even all your infidelities, and no amount of time will ever erase that fact. He stands in front of your apartment, the first time in two years, and hopes that the scene inside will not be like the last time. He reaches for the spare key in his pocket--he hadn’t returned it when he went away--and inserts the key in the lock.

You are sitting on the floor in the kitchen. Your eyes are dry now, you are silent. Your breathing is no longer wracked with sobs. You feel tired, like you haven’t slept in days. You grab at the kitchen stool near you to pull yourself up to stand, and that’s when you notice the other person in the kitchen.

You look at the man who is standing in the exact spot where Junkyu had stood two years ago. He seems so real. You’re not going to convince yourself he is, though, not this time. Just your imagination gone wild, you’re used to that now. But you do notice that he doesn’t look the same as how you always remember him. He looks… older somehow. He also looks lonely, well that hasn’t changed. He looks sad, that hasn’t changed either. No, despite these little differences you know he’s just a figment of your mind, brought up by your aching need to see him. You shake your head to vanquish the thought, and go to the sink to wash the rag you have been using to wipe the counter.

“_______.”

The voice startles you, you almost drop the rag. It’s almost as if you had really heard it. You continue to rinse the cloth. A part of you is telling you that the voice is real, but you couldn’t bring yourself to believe it. You have waited to hear that voice for two years. You’ve heard it so often in your mind, and you have always been disappointed. No, you tell yourself. No, it’s not real.

You flinch a little when you feel arms snake around your waist. A warm body against your back.

“_______, I’m home.” Warm breath against your neck.

You drop the rag this time. You twist around to face him, still in his arms. That baby face and smooth jawline. Unblemished clear skin. The thick dark hair you love so much. You reach up to touch his face. Warm skin under your hand. He smiles, pulls your hand to his lips and kisses your palm. You have voided your eyes of tears just a short while ago, yet they flow freely again in the joy of this moment.

You throw your arms around Junkyu’s neck and cries for the second time that day. He has come home.

Junkyu hugs you tightly and kisses your hair. His hand rubs soothing circles on your back. He is home.

All is forgiven once again.

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thekwriter · 2 years

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hello ! I’m new here !

I made this account to be able to put into words all of your daydreams :)

For the moment i will only write about treasure, requests are open for any of your fantasies but please stay respectful.

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alohajun · 7 months

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♡ TREASURE’S REACTION WHEN YOU GIVE THEM THE SILENT TREATMENT

treasure x gn!reader | wc : 1.9k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, established relationship, slight fluff, angst, mentions of wounds, mentions of arguments, use of petnames | request — hii can i request treasure reaction when you give them a silent treatment after an argument

CHOI HYUNSUK

🐷 as soon as he realizes you are giving him the silent treatment, he just walks away, letting you have some time to yourself while he does the same

🐷 broken between tryna speak to you and holding a vow of silence himself

🐷 he’s just pacing around the room, not knowing what to say or do because he’s practically fighting his own conscious

🐷 because if there’s two things our luis daniel gonsalves choi loves, it’s talking to you and hearing your voice

🐷 so after a lot of mental conflict, he’d stand in front of you, just blabbering whatever comes to his mind because he doesn’t know what else to do

🐷 and ofc, seeing how frustrated he is, you’d give in too, because you too can’t bear not talking to hyunsuk

🐷 "would you please forgive me so i can show you this song i wrote about you?"

PARK JIHOON

🐼 it literally is as impossible as it sounds bc there's no way jihoon would let you stay silent with him like that

🐼 "babe? what's up? are you not gonna talk to me? hm? okay, i see how it is."

🐼 couple minutes later, manz is in front of you, phone in ear as he speaks to you

🐼 "kyu is asking if you are down to hang out?" he'd ask, catching you off guard

🐼 there was no junkyu on the other line but ofc you didn't know that

🐼 you fell for his tactic as you replied, "yeah, sure."

🐼 jihoon would have a shit-eating grin on his face, blabbering smth to ensure you still believed he was talking to junkyu

🐼 "he's asking if you can make your brownies when you are coming?" "oh, okay, i can do that."

🐼 "kyu is also asking if you are still mad at me?" he'd try his luck, waiting for an answer

🐼 "no, not re—wait a minute!" you'd frown at jihoon, not amused by his little trick to get you to speak to him

🐼 "nuh–uh, you can't go back to your silence now. you already spoke to me, so keep it going."

KANEMOTO YOSHINORI

🐯 fights with yoshi don’t escalate too far because he knows how to take a step back and let the rage blow over so you two can address the issue calmly

🐯 so until your anger blew over, you went on a vow of silence, not realizing how much it affected yoshi when you didn’t respond to him

🐯 he only approached you twice before walking away, and you thought he knew your silence was just your way of letting the rage blow over

🐯 because after all, that was his method too, right?

🐯 poor baby tiger was crying in his room, wondering if it was the end of your relationship

🐯 you’d walk into his room to see him crying, instantly feeling guilty when he explained why he was crying

🐯 you’d assure him with lots of love, letting him know you two weren’t breaking up any time soon

🐯 tldr; he's a soft baby, don't hurt him part one

🐯 "don't do that to me, love. i really thought you wouldn't speak to me again."

KIM JUNKYU

🐨 after the end of an argument, bro thinks everything is magically resolved and back to normal

🐨 he’d just assume things like “oh, maybe y/n didn’t hear me” or “maybe y/n is focused on smth else” when you don’t respond

🐨 “dude, you do know y/n is mad at you, right?” jihoon would ask when he sees his best friend constantly try to speak to you and just wave it off when you didn’t respond

🐨 and that’s when the meteor of realization would hit junkyu, and he’d instantly be there by your side, apologizing for being an idiot

🐨 as he blabbers, you can’t help but laugh at his explanation, and you’d let him know that it was all in the past, just advising him to be more attentive the next time

🐨 “i am gonna be super attentive from now on, i promise. nothing is gonna get past me!”

TAKATA MASHIHO

🐹 if you wanted to be petty and give him the silent treatment, he’d do the same

🐹 the house is absolutely silent as you two just don’t make any effort to talk to the other

🐹 you will still do your work around the house, just without sharing a single word between the two of you

🐹 that is until mashiho hurts himself while cooking because even tho he doesn’t admit it, he’s a bit worried if he went too far with the argument you two had

🐹 immediately, you are at his side, taking care of his wound as you checked on him, repeatedly making sure he was alright as you made him sit

🐹 the two of you would start talking after that, forgetting about your vows of silence until mashiho would bring it up later at night because he wanted to resolve the issue for good

🐹 “next time we fight, we are not pulling any of those silent treatments. we are gonna talk it out like adults, okay?”

YOON JAEHYUK

🦁 bro very much worships you 🥹🫶

🦁 nah but like he'd malfunction if you don't talk to him after an argument

🦁 usually, y'all sort out of your issues just fine and get it out of the way so this silent treatment was totally new

🦁 "babe? baby? my love? y/n?"

🦁 his voice was getting more desperate with every word, brows furrowed as he panicked a little at the lack of your response

🦁 jaehyuk wouldn't leave your side, stuck to you as he tried to get you to speak to him again

🦁 the breaking point was when he'd tear up as he spoke to you, instantly making you throw your arms as you consoled him

🦁 tldr; he's a soft baby, don't hurt him part two

🦁 "i'm really sorry, y/n. please just talk to me again. i'm sorry."

HAMADA ASAHI

🤖 asahi is pretty silent himself, so he instantly catches on when you don’t talk to him

🤖 he’ll run every possible scenario through his head regarding your lack of speech, and it’d land on the fact you two very recently had a disagreement

🤖 at first, he’d give you the space you need, thinking you’d come around after a couple of hours, but when it doesn’t work, he’s overwhelmed

🤖 will give his friends a call, because he’s unsure if he should give you more time or just fall at your feet and beg for mercy

🤖 thankfully, yoshi and mashiho had good advice for him, which asahi immediately carried out, approaching you and asking if you two could talk

🤖 once you nodded, he’d sit down and discuss the situation, wondering if it was because of the argument you two had

🤖 he’d apologize for driving you to the point where you had to give him a silent treatment for him to understand

🤖 “i'm sorry, my love. let’s promise to talk out our issues next time, okay?”

BANG YEDAM

🦊 like mashiho, yedam would give you the silent treatment as well

🦊 he thinks he’s winning, thinking he’s proving a point by joining you out of pettiness

🦊 but you weren’t backing down and he was getting slightly annoyed, so he’d resort to phase two of the plan

🦊 kissing the silence out of you

🦊 it’s just as simple as it sounds; yedam would kiss you all over your face until you had to talk to him

🦊 you two would be giggly messes as he pulled away, all the arguments forgotten as you two stared at each other, just happy to be together

🦊 “you can’t try that on me, babes. my kisses are a master of conflict resolution.”

KIM DOYOUNG

🐰 instantly picks up that you are giving him the silent treatment because he notices your lack of words

🐰 doyoung would recount whatever happened and will think about the argument you two had earlier, wondering if anything he said struck a chord with you

🐰 because fights with you two don’t end badly, since you two always to resolve things

🐰 he’d sit you down and talk it out, apologizing if he said anything out of line to hurt your feelings and you’d do the same, appreciating the fact he apologized

🐰 doyoung would defo crack a joke or two as soon as you resolve things, earning a playful punch from you at his words

🐰 “now explicitly describe exactly how painful it was for you to not talk to me.”

WATANABE HARUTO

🦙 can’t believe your audacity to give him the silent treatment part one

🦙 he’d play along with your antics, shrugging and walking away when you wouldn’t respond to him

🦙 ruto would just behave as he usually does, just not talking as much because there wasn’t a point in doing so if you weren’t gonna respond

🦙 you’d soon catch onto his behavior, realizing your silent treatment was backfiring since he wasn’t reacting to any of it

🦙 but just as you are about to give in and talk to him, ruto will approach you, a worried look on his face because it’s been literal hours since you last spoke to him

🦙 “you aren’t going to break up with me, are you?”

🦙 and that’s when you realize it’s gone too far, quickly pulling him into your embrace as you apologized for letting things escalate this far

🦙 “i seriously hate you for this. but thank goodness, you aren’t that mad at me. i love you too much, it hurts.”

PARK JEONGWOO

🐺 can’t believe your audacity to give him the silent treatment part two

🐺 literally scoffs in your face when you don’t respond to him

🐺 “oh, is this what we’re doing, huh?” 🙄😑🤔😤

🐺 will wait around a bit to see if you change up, but after a couple of hours if you still don’t talk, he’s gonna turn to his last resort

🐺 whining; manz is gonna annoy you into speaking to him again

🐺 but ofc after being with him for so long, you were unfazed which would then just deflate his mood

🐺 “are you really going to do this?” 🥺😭☹️🥹

🐺 you’d defo cave in after seeing his pouty face, giving him a kiss before talking to him again

🐺 “talk to me again, y/n, hm? please?”

SO JUNGHWAN

🐮 super king cow baby will be so pouty when you give him the silent treatment

🐮 even after he apologized, you wouldn’t utter a single word and just blankly stare at him, making him even sadder

🐮 after lots of pleads, hwan would defo get on his knees as he stood in front of you, absolutely no hesitation in begging you to speak to him

🐮 “i'm gonna stay like until you forgive me, so please talk to me, y/n.”

🐮 you though he was joking, you really did

🐮 but when he followed you on his knees when you walked around, you felt super bad, realizing he was super serious about his words

🐮 immediately kneeling next to him, you’d apologize for your childish behavior, checking on junghwan to see if he was hurt

🐮 if he was hurt, you’d feel super guilty, tears pricking your eyes, but junghwan would only smile, just happy to hear talking to him

🐮 “i'm fine. seriously, i am. i just wanted to hear you talk to me again.”

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milkybonya · 1 year

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☆.miss you_pjw

order 061, anon: small honey milk tea with crystal tapioca pearls for treasure's Jeongwoo

! : angst, crying, Mashidam leaving, big sad :(

# : best friend!Jeongwoo comforts you as you mourn your two other best friends having suddenly transferred schools, gn reader

[💌: it took me so long to write this and the only way i could write it was to make Mashidam the central topic,, i'm sorry anon i hope you like it >_< and to all my teumes: it's okay to take your time with the news.. i'm still in shock and denial.. but we will get through this and as Junghwan said, treasure is only treasure when there are 12 members, forever!]

"i miss them... i miss them so bad," you sob, covering your face with your hands.

"i know, y/n.. i do, too. it's so hard... but at least we still have each other," Jeongwoo comforts you, rubbing your back and pushing your hair out of your face.

two of your favourite friends and classmates had transferred schools, suddenly. it was so sudden that they didn't even say goodbye. completely unannounced, the news left you and your classmates in shambles. you were such a close class, anyway.

now, you're sitting in the classroom while everyone is eating lunch in the cafeteria, crying at your desk. Jeongwoo was worried when he didn't see you in the caf, so he ran back to make sure you're okay.

and you're not okay, but that is okay.

"it isn't over, y/n," Jeongwoo says softly, a small smile on his face. "we'll still always be friends and even if we can't see them everyday anymore, we'll still see them from time to time."

"it just won't be the same," you sigh after having calmed down a bit from sobbing so hard.

Jeongwoo nods in agreement.

"it definitely won't be, but that's okay. change is normal, and we're all going through it together. you're not alone," Jeongwoo reassures you, taking hold of your hand. he laces his fingers with yours, giving your hand a squeeze.

"i'm sure Mashiho and Yedam are having an even harder time right now. it must've been hard to decide to transfer.. and i'm sure they also considered how sad we would be, but they definitely don't want that," Jeongwoo continues.

"i should try not to be too sad then," you say with a sniffle, wiping your face.

"that's right, y/n. but it's also okay to be sad for as long as you need."

you smile at Jeongwoo who smiles back, a twinkle in his eyes. when you wrap your arms around him, he doesn't hesitate to hug back.

no matter how much this moment hurts, he knows that you will get through it together.

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farewelln3verland · 1 year

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without them

pairing: friends! jihoon and hyunsuk comforting their friend after yedam and mashiho leave

warnings: angst, sadness, slight fluff at the end, sad author projecting their feelings lol

they were gone. your hope, your happiness. mashiho and yedam, your friends that've been there as long as you can remember, just, left. barely any notice, barely any signs that anything was amiss. you should have known. you should have looked harder. you saw when mashiho performed it wasn't as hardhitting as it used to be. you saw yedam's smile didn't last as long. but you ignored it.

"i should have known, hyunsuk." your eyes tightly close as another wave of tears washes over you. you had no idea how you still had any tears left, you'd been crying for hours.

"oh, no." hyunsuk, who had just gotten back from the kitchen with hot tea, rushed to put the tea down and throw his arms around you. "none, none, of us are to blame. we expected them to feel like they could tell us, y/n." as soon as he says those words you realize. here you were being sorry for yourself when hyunsuk had just as much sadness as you. maybe even more, he saw them everyday, while you saw them on a much more irregular basis.

"hyunsuk...how are you doing?" you finally ask. he pulls away and you can see the glean of fresh tears in his eyes.

"not great." he admits, "but as long as i can help everyone be a little less sad.." he trails off and sighs.

"jihoon...he's been on edge, following everyone around and staring at them as if he can see whats going on in their heads. i think he's trying to make sure they're not holding back their own feelings, but he's-"

"he's what?" jihoon speaks up from the other end of the room. both of your heads whip around, and you see he's curled on the couch with a blanket and some tea.

"...how long have you been here?" hyunsuk chokes out, after a shill scream had escapen him and he'd calmed down.

"the whole time." jihoon's eyes shift to you and he tries to smile a little. "i was going to come and hug you...i didnt want to intrude on your moment." you notice his eyes look downcast, even though he's staring right at you.

"no, hoonie," you get up and stagger over to him and throw yourself on him. "i always want hugs from you."

as his arms find his way around you, hyunsuk comes over and sits beside jihoon. "we'll be okay. we will, but it'll take awhile." he sighs.

"i don't want to forget them suk."

"we wont," jihoon says, putting an arm around you both. "we'll move foward, we won't move on. there'll always be a space here for them, and we'll always love them. but we won't always be this sad. they wouldn't want us to."

#treasure fic #treasure #treasure imagines #mashiho #mashiho imagines #yedam scenarios #yedam x reader #yedam #hyunsuk #choi hyunsuk #park jihoon #jihoon x reader #jihoon drabble

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jikjinz · 1 year

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͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ [WELCOME TO JIKJINZ'S TREASURE MASTERLIST] ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

these works may contain MATURE CONTENT and therefore, MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DON'T INTERACT!!!

KEY: m - mature/smut; a - angst; f - fluff; c - crack/humour; sg - suggestive

CHOI HYUNSUK

I'VE BEEN WAITING (m) (f) (a)

yours truly, the innocent angel! (sg)

princess treatment! (sg)

five-star michelin (m)

PARK JIHOON

nothing yet...

KANEMOTO YOSHINORI

facesitting with yoshi (m)

KIM JUNKYU

YOU, I LOVE YOU! (f)(a)

heart eyes (a)(m)

cause i'm like yes & no (m)

YOON JAEHYUK

nothing yet...

HAMADA ASAHI

nothing yet...

KIM DOYOUNG

MOOD FOR LOVE (m)

you got me starin' like a fool! (m)

say it, darlin'! (m)

cause i'm like yes & no (m)

BANG YEDAM

pretty when you cry (m)

TAKATA MASHIHO

nothing yet...

WHOLE GROUP

perv! treasure headcanons (m)

treasure overstimulating their partners (m)

@ jikjinz & sha-la-la, do not repost or translate without permission !

#infos from ness #treasure smut #treasure masterlist #fics: treasure

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krtyxr · 2 months

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TREASURE| scenarios incorrect quotes and imagines. (by: Nature)

!!INTRODUCTION AND RULES!!

Requests: (Open)

🚫: Smut, Member x Member(Relationship wise), Mentions of Suicide, Self harm, Body shaming, Abuse or Racism

✔️: Y/N x Member, Fluff, Physical Touch, Relationships, Slight Angst, Comfort, Au’s, Mashiho and Yedam and Stuff like that

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MEMBER EMOJI GUIDE:

🐷 Hyunsuk

🐼 Jihoon

🐯 Yoshi

🐨 Junkyu

🍀 Mashiho

🦁 Jaehyuk

🤖 Asahi

🦊 Yedam

🐰 Doyoung

🦋 Haruto

🐺 Jeongwoo

🐮 Junghwan

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watanabebad · 2 years

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𝐀 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐡 1 “𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕”

Warnings ; cursing, cheating, vulnerability, just overall sadness and anger {a/n at the end} bold is intended for when they use emphasis.

Song that inspired me while writing - Moral of the Story Ashe

. . .

“Whatcha doin on your phone?” Y/n was intently starring at her boyfriend through the top of her lashes, almost glaring at him from across the table.

“Nothing baby, just answering the boys.” He said with a reassuring look, turning off his phone and setting it on the table next to him. He looked up at Y/n with the most pure gaze in his chocolate brown eyes, the look that she swooned over.

“Dinner’s delicious baby, thank you.” He soothed, looking back down to the meal she had spent all night preparing.

He didn’t like how quiet her response was, so he added on to try and start conversation.

“It tastes different, did you add anything else to it?” He knew this was her favorite meal, and how much loved to cook. Everytime she prepared a meal, she would put her self taught culinary skills to the test. Any other day it would make her get butterflies over the fact that he paid this much attention to her cooking, but now Y/n only nodded her head, leaning back into the dining room chair.

“Yea.” She said almost annoyed, shrugging her shoulders. He carefully looked up at her, setting his fork down before he got the chance to finish his bite.

“What’s wrong?” He could sense her discomfort from across the table, looking into Y/n’s direction to see her now toying with her food.

“Hm?” She looked at him faking innocence,

“Oh nothing, just wondering how soon you’re planning to meet up with her again, that’s all.” She had a nonchalant tone to her voice, although she didn’t find the situation fine in the slightest.

His worried expression dropped the second he heard her words. Now his stomach filled with emptiness, and a feeling he had tucked away, hoping to never resurface again. He set his fork down and leaned back into his chair, defeated.

“Really Y/n?” He was met with nothing but the sound of her fork lightly tapping the plate beneath it.

“Really?” He asked again, with force, yet more desperate than before.

“It’s like you aren’t even giving me the chance to change. I can’t even go on my phone now without being suspicious to you.” His voice held suppressed anger, and he was upset by her words, yet he knew he had no right to be.

“Oh please, like you ever stopped contacting her.” Y/n got up from her seat as she finished her dinner, making her way to the sink to clean the few dishes that didn’t make it to the washer.

“Why can’t you just trust me Y/n?” He asked desperately.

“Oh I did trust you. I did Mashiho. That’s what got me here in the fucking first place.” She said more aggravated than earlier. It’s like she didn’t know what to do. She loved him, genuinely to a point that it physically hurt her. And she hated corny stuff like that, but it was true. Everything about him just made her go crazy, was it necessarily healthy though? She didn’t want to even answer, knowing the answer probably wasn’t what she wanted it to be.

“Y/n, I don’t understand baby.” He stood up, making his way to her side at the sink, wanting to reason with her.

He continued on, “It’s like we’ll get to a good point and, suddenly you’re just distrusting of me again.” Mashiho tried to speak with innocence, and it drove her crazy.

“Mashiho please,” she was now speaking with a hushed tone, and her emotions were going on a spiral as she tried to figure out how she was feeling. She wanted to slam the plate she was currently holding into the wall, but at the same time just wanted to cry herself into a hole in the very spot she stood at.

He saw her trying to continue her sentence and started rubbing her back, attempting to soothe her, know how emotional she was, especially as of recently. She shrugged him off though, regaining reality of the situation after realizing who else his hands had touched.

“How should I feel? Why should I trust you? You were dishonest, you cheated Mashiho, countless times with her, do I need to remind you of that? Huh?” Y/n was now facing him, eye to eye. He had to look away because of how strong her gaze was.

“You aren’t even with me because you love me. You’re with me because you know no one will ever love you like me, and you yearn for that. You like that sense of security of having me wrapped around your finger, knowing you’re in control.” She was so sure of her words, doubting herself previously to even knowing of the affair, and after finding out, it gave her even more reason to believe her doubts. The way he pleaded with her to listen to him, to understand him. The way he begged her to just wait, and clear her mind before making a decision. He didn’t do it because he loved her, he did it because she loved him.

His eyes held surfacing tears of frustration.

“That isn’t true at all Y/n, why would you even say something like that?” When she looked back into his eyes, she could see that he was genuinely hurt. This just confused her emotions more. How was she supposed to feel now? He had her in her vulnerable stage, and she felt drained and helpless.

“I’m not proud of it Y/n. I’m not. I fed into the temptation and I couldn’t help myself. I know baby, I know that isn’t an excuse. I know that doesn’t make up for it. But I love you. I love you so much more than you could ever imagine. I love you more than myself…”

His words were only a blur now. To be completely honest, Y/n had stopped listened passed the part where he sobbed about the way she was just too tempting to ignore. How pathetic.

“No Mashiho, no.” He stopped talking immediately and watched her gaze go down to her fingers, not knowing what her next move, or words would be.

“I just can’t.”

. . .

a/n ; randomly thought of this after seeing an edit. I have another idea, but let me know if anyone wants a continued part, or if I should just leave it as is. I’ll also go back tomorrow and fix ant mistakes I possibly made. (Also sorry for the spacing, this was done in my notes so 🥲)

#treasure #mashiho #mashiho angst #mashiho fluff #mashiho imagine #Mashino imagines #treasure imagines #treasure scenarios #treasure headcanons #treasure angst #Spotify

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yuta-nakamots · 2 years

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Build A Bitch - O.Shotaro

Pairing(s) - AI!Shotaro x Female Reader (platonically), Piercer!Yuta x Female Reader, featuring Sakura from Le Sserafim, Giselle from Aespa, and Mashiho from Treasure

Genre(s) - Fluff, Angst, University!AU

Warning(s) - bullying towards Shotaro, reader and her friends get piercings

Summary - As a robot, Shotaro is at the mercy of his programming. He is only allowed to stay within the limits of his technology, no matter how high or low they may be.

Word Count - 3.8k

Author’s Note - This is my first work for Shotaro! Granted that he is a robot, this is not a total representation of his character (nor is any of my work for any other idol), but I hope to write for him more in the future!

Written for the AI Project #14320 Collab hosted by @pastelsicheng. Check out the masterlist here. Also part of the Fantasia Event hosted by @nct-writers. Check out the masterlist here.

The screeches of shoes on the polished floor of the practice room seemed to never end. “Run it again,” the instructor yelled, displeased with the performance of your university’s dance team, “how many times do I have to tell you to do it like Shotaro? It’s not that hard.”

Shotaro was a robot who was programmed to help the dance team. He was like the perfect performer in every single way. It was indeed hard to do the routine just like him but it seemed like that didn’t matter to your instructor who insisted on running the team again and again and again due to the quickly approaching date of the end-of-semester competition.

Even when you were at the competition though, it was like you could hear their voice saying “look like Shotaro!” and “be like Shotaro!” blasting through your head. You would have hated him if he weren’t a robot simply doing as he was told. Under the bright lights on stage, you could see Shotaro out of the corner of your eye while doing a formation change. He was perfect, as always. You put in even more effort to make your movements sharper and cleaner, in hopes that you would be praised for doing them as he did.

It seems like many people had the same idea and the effort from it was shone through the team’s score. You guys had won the competition with a composite score of 95 while the other schools followed behind in the 80s and 70s. Your team celebrated on stage, running to hug each other when your team’s name was called as the first place winners.

Your teammates all wore a smile on their face and were animatedly congratulating each other though one person stared blankly ahead at the audience. You pulled Shotaro into the cluster, “come on! Isn’t it so exciting? We won!” He gave you the tiniest smile while mimicking your movements of jumping up and down and high-fiving your teammates.

When you were finally released from the long day of practicing and watching other teams perform, you felt drained until you heard the voice of your loving boyfriend calling your name. “You guys were so good!” Yuta exclaimed while running to pick you up in his arms. He always made sure to come to your competitions since he, too, had been part of the dance team during his undergraduate years.

You had met Yuta the year prior while you were a freshman at the university and he was in his second year of graduate school. He often came to help out the dance team which was how you had gotten close to him and developed a crush on him. When things started to pick up more at the tattoo and piercing shop he worked at, he began to come less frequently. But he had asked you to be his girlfriend anyway, allowing you to see him nearly anytime you wanted to.

Yuta was ever so supportive as you fell into his embrace, feeling the stress and worries of the competition melt away. “Baby, you were amazing,” he cooed, “you too, Shotaro.”

He patted the robot on its back, eliciting a kind “thank you” and a bow.

“What do you want for dinner? It’ll be my treat tonight,” Yuta proposed. You shrugged, not craving anything in particular. “Ramen it is,” he decided, likely based on his wants. “Shotaro, would you like to come?”

“Sure!” Although he did not eat, Shotaro accompanied you and Yuta to a nearby ramen shop. He sat almost motionless the entire time aside from when you asked him to hand you some napkins to clean up all the droplets of soup that Yuta was splattering.

“Here comes the airplane,” Yuta joked, maneuvering a mouthful of noodles in front of you. You laughed and opened your mouth to receive them, thankful that there were hardly any other people in the shop to witness that. “You too, Shotaro. Say ‘ah’.” Again you giggled at your boyfriend’s antics though gently pushed his hands away to prevent Shotaro from feeling awkward since he was too polite to refuse even if it would mess up his insides, quite literally.

Yuta paid for the meal as he promised and rode with you and Shotaro on the shinkansen back to your dorm. Shotaro shivered, likely just his systems processing new information, but Yuta took off his windbreaker and put it over his shoulders. Your boyfriend’s kindness to Shotaro was a nice change of pace since you were used to your teammates and even coaches treating him as a computer when you knew for a fact that he was a sentient being and had his feelings and emotions.

There was something in you that had grown attached to Shotaro during your time with him on the dance team and you hoped you would be able to stay with him in whichever department or organization he was handed to next. He was one of the school’s robots that were engineered to help out different student groups every semester whether he was used as an example in the dance team or as a lab cleaner for the chemistry department. He never stayed in the same place for more than a semester, always forced to move on to his next assignment.

The following semester, you found out that Shotaro had been assigned to the soccer club, which you coincidentally had already joined after much nagging from Yuta. He had also been part of the soccer club while he was an undergrad, though that made sense since he was also on the school’s soccer team. You had played the sport when you were little, as most everyone did, which was why you weren’t so opposed to joining.

But it seems like your decision was one of the better ones you made so far in your second year of college. You had met so many people through the team and many of them had different majors, some that you didn’t even know existed until you had met these people. You were glad that Shotaro was assigned to the soccer club though because they treated him much more kindly than the dance team did.

They included him in practice activities as a teammate and not just some demonstration machine. Even when he was used as one, the team would thank him for his efforts and talk to him like he was any other university student. He didn’t have the same assignments that you all had but he did his best to listen to everyone and give feedback as if he were a classmate.

You came to like the long practices after school and found it to be a fun way to relieve stress, especially when you had scrimmages against each other or with a soccer club from another school. Shotaro, though he didn’t joke around much, was a mood maker for the team since he constantly was saying words of encouragement and calculating how to include the more shy members of the team.

He would pass the ball to them during matches and cheer them on during drills, when he wasn’t the opponent, of course. It helped that he could properly match his skill level to theirs, trying to provide the most help possible in developing their skills and overall confidence. Being at practice with Shotaro was one of your favorite things of the day and you hated when you were late since that meant spending less time with him.

After a long day with exams or some form of test in every class you had, you threw your heavy backpack down upon reaching the grass of the turf. You were late to practice. Jogging over to the bench, you picked up the blue-colored penny and dribbled a ball to the line of your teammates. You found a spot next to Sakura, one of the more senior members of the team. “What are we doing right now?” You asked her, eager to know what drill was being run.

“Oh, hey! I’m glad you’re finally here,” she exclaimed, “we’re doing some penalty kicks right now but Shotaro’s in the goal so not much has gotten through.”

You watched as Shotaro blocked another ball from entering the net which was no surprise because he was always so good at finding the best defensive maneuvers to take. He thought quicker than any of your team members so it only made sense to have him in there, though it was the same with any other position on the field.

“Has anyone’s made it past him yet?” Sometimes you could outsmart him or fake him out but it only worked a few times before it got integrated into his system and he knew to expect it.

Sakura looked down the line of your teammates. “I think it was only Giselle and I that scored so far but mine was a mistake if I’m being honest.” You raised an eyebrow at her as if asking for more information. “I kicked it a little too high so it hit the bar but the bounced back down and over the line.”

“Ah, I see.” You could practically imagine the way Shotaro froze as his mind processed the events that just occurred and prepared him for future instances of it. “But that still counts, nonetheless.”

Sakura nodded in agreement. “Right, but it doesn’t feel like an honest goal, you know?”

“Yeah, I get what you mean.” The line had moved up a considerable amount and there was only one person left before Sakura and then you.

She turned back around to watch the teammate before her, wanting to see what kind of strategy he attempted. He took the normal three steps back before running in and launching the ball to the upper left corner of the goal. It grazed the tips of Shotaro’s fingers as he jumped to block the ball, but it wasn’t enough to stop it. There was the satisfying sound of the ball running down the net and your teammates let out sounds of amazement.

Sakura clapped for him as he received his ball from Shotaro. “Good job, Mashiho!” He was one of the few freshmen in the club but he already showed so much promise and you hoped he would continue throughout his time at the school.

The practice continued with Shotaro serving as the opponent in most of the drills while your teammates received praise any time they succeeded against him. If it were any other person being made to do all the things he did, you would think it to be cruel but this was Shotaro’s duty. He had received programming to assist in sports activities this semester and it’s not like he could say no.

Normally, Shotaro would remain cheerful after practice and help in putting away equipment but you noticed he was a little slower today. He told you that his battery charge can last for about a week so you didn’t think it was that. “Hey, what’s up? Is everything okay?” you asked while helping him get all the soccer balls into the mesh bag.

“Yeah, I am fine,” he stated dryly, not leaving much room to converse.

“You know you can talk about your feelings, right? You don’t have to hold them in just because you’re not exactly a human.” You pulled the drawstrings of the bag, closing the opening once Shotaro got the last ball in.

He sighed while taking the bag from your grasp and swinging it over his shoulder. “But that is exactly the problem. I am not human and I never will be.”

“What’s wrong with that?” You didn’t know where this was all coming from but you were here to listen if that’s what Shotaro needed. “You’re still wonderful to be around and I hope you know that you’re loved and appreciated.”

“I can tell that people like me and all but no matter what, I am always treated differently.” He put the ball bag down next to the stack of plastic orange cones and knelt to gather all the pennies. “I am still treated as less than a real person but that is just the way things are. I do not have the same human life form that you all do and that is why I am disposable like this.”

You took off the penny you were wearing and put it into the bag Shotaro was holding out to you with the rest of them. You were practically at a loss of words. He was right, you knew that for sure, but what is one supposed to say to comfort him in this type of situation?

“I am sorry for dumping all of that on you,” he apologized, getting ready to lug the ball bag and penny bag over to the storage shed. “I am practically complaining about not being a human to you, a human, and it is probably hard to grasp these ideas.”

You followed him across the field to the shed with the little plastic cones and the first aid kit. “No, no, I understand and I see why you feel this way. I just wish I could help you somehow.”

“But you cannot, no one can.” Your eyes fell on the black ink on his wrist. His branding. His label. “I cannot magically become a human, even if one day people decide to treat me like that. I have a human name but I know that is not who I am. I am the AI model OST251100 and I was created to serve humans. There is no getting out of that.”

You and Shotaro silently returned all of the equipment to their places and locked up the shed. “How about I take you out for a night?” you proposed while heading back to your belongings a the bench.

“And what would we do? There is not much for me to do when we are not on campus.” He didn’t need to eat or drink, his clothes were supplied by the university, and drugs and other stimulants did not affect him.

“We can just hang out with friends and go with the flow. Maybe walk around a park or look at some clouds. Do things that normal college students do.” You knew Giselle and Mashiho had been wanting to get piercings for a while and you didn’t think there would be any rule to prevent Shotaro from joining in on the fun.

Shotaro looked apprehensive about your offer. “Why do you think I would enjoy that?”

“You would get to go out with us and act like any other young adult. People outside of the school don’t know who you are, they don’t know that you’re not entirely human.” It would be like that show where the boss of some large corporation works in his own company for a day.

He finally gave in. “Alright, just let me know when and where to meet you.”

“Tomorrow in the quad at 6.”

Not long after the four of you met up on campus, you were running through the hallways of the local shopping mall. You would have much rather been walking but on your way to the piercing shop, you remembered that they take appointments up to 7pm since they close at 8pm. You even double-checked with Yuta since he was working today.

“Quick, Shotaro! Do you know what time we’ll get there?” Giselle shouted as he started to take the lead.

“I do not know!” he yelled back. “I am just running!”

“Dang, this guy needs to slow down,” Mashiho gasped between breaths of air. “Can’t you tell Yuta to wait for us?”

“I don’t want to make them close later than they have to, you know? Just out of courtesy.” You knew how tired Yuta could get after a long day working. It wasn’t easy to have constant focus while doing something that could seriously injure a person if done incorrectly by even just a millimeter. “Look! We’re almost there anyway.”

The dark yet clean aesthetic of the shop came into view after nearly two minutes of running. “Thank the lord, I don’t think I would’ve lasted much longer,” Giselle confessed while slowing to a tiring walk.

Shotaro kept up his pace and ran inside the store. Hopefully, Yuta was at the front right now so he could easily help Shotaro in getting everything in order while you and the others caught up.

When you entered the store, you were not at all surprised by the J-rock playing over the speakers. It was an easy way to tell that your boyfriend was present since none of the other artists had J-rock on their playlists.

Yuta was already absorbed in a conversation with Shotaro at the front counter, seemingly amazed that the robot had traveled out here and not for a school function. “Ah, there they are,” Yuta grinned when he recognized you and your friends. “You took so long I thought you might have abandoned Shotaro.”

You let out a gasp of sarcasm. “I would never do such a thing!”

“Yeah alright, alright. So what brings you guys here today? Piercings? Tattoos?…Both?” He pulled out the scheduling book from under the cash register.

“Just piercings, I think,” Giselle spoke up.

Yuta wrote down three appointments for piercings. “Shotaro, you too? Is that even possible?”

Shotaro nodded. “It is. My ears are made out of silicone, as is the rest of the skin of my body.”

“Interesting,” Yuta noted while adding in a fourth appointment and handing out the necessary paperwork. “Do you guys know what you’ll be getting? Giselle, how is the tragus piercing holding up? Any pain or bleeding left?”

“No, it feels fine now. I think it’s been like five months already anyway.” That was pretty accurate since you brought her in right before the school year started and now it was halfway through the second semester. “I think I want a cartilage one today though.”

“Cartilage for me too,” Mashiho jumped in.

Yuta looked to you for your preference. “Just a lobe,” you told him.

“And for you, Shotaro?”

He turned to you as if asking what he should get. “I think a lobe one would be a good start for him,” you volunteered, not wanting to do a more adventurous one and risk damaging something in this machinery. You didn’t know if he could accidentally turn into some evil robot if some wire was broken but you weren’t about to find out.

One by one you and your friends chose an earring out and had a turn on Yuta’s bench. He took equal care of everyone and made sure that you were all comfortable while executing the procedure. He talked through all of the steps with his ever-so-calming “breathe in…and exhale” before pushing the needle through.

Both Giselle and Mashiho had a few piercings already so you weren’t very worried about them but you hoped Shotaro wasn’t too scared, especially since he was comfortable with Yuta. “How are you feeling?” you gently prodded while he was getting settled on the bench.

“Good. I do not have any information in this area of expertise so I cannot say if I am doing bad.” That was fair enough.

“Do you have pain receptors in your ears?“ Yuta inquired while prepping his equipment for Shotaro. “Or any at all?”

“To some degree, yes, but they are more so damage sensors than pain sensors,” he explained. “If there is an area that receives substantial damage, I will likely be sent in to get it repaired.”

“Would this count as substantial damage?” You were curious to know what the mechanics would do if they took Shotaro in for damage on his ear but it just turned out to be a piercing.

“Hm, I am not too sure but I do not think anything bad could come of it.” This might be the first time any mechanic would see a robot from LSM Inc. with an earring.

Yuta took Shotaro’s answer to be acceptable enough and leaned in to focus better on his ear. After marking the area and cleaning the surface, he easily got the needle through Shotaro’s ear with no sign of flinching from the robot whatsoever. “You are by far the easiest client I’ve ever had,” Yuta bantered.

“Thank you, I am glad that I was easy to handle. I will relay the message to my engineers.” You couldn’t tell if Shotaro was playing along with Yuta or not but Yuta took it as a joke and laughed.

You and your friends stayed in the lobby of the shop while Yuta helped his coworkers clean up for the day and closed up the shop. While Giselle and Mashiho were looking around at the other jewelry and samples of tattoos, you made sure to check in with Shotaro once more. “Did you enjoy yourself today?”

“Yes, I very much did,” he admitted. “Thank you for inviting me along.”

“Of course! You’re more than welcome to hang out with us anytime.” You hoped he would consider joining you and your friends more frequently.

His face dropped a bit. “I can only wish that I had a purpose like you all do. A reason to do actions of your own accord, a drive to continue through your lives.”

“But you do have a purpose, don’t you? If anything it’s more clear-cut than ours.” You knew he was manufactured to help the school and he received new assignments and software to fit the tasks he was given.

He shook his head. “Those are my orders, for I have no purpose. I cannot continue doing the things I enjoy, like dancing or playing soccer. I must listen to my programming.”

“Surely you can continue doing those things on the side though.” Again, Shotaro shook his head.

“With every new semester, my skill and software from my previous assignment get reset. If I were to try dancing now, I would be nowhere near the level I was at before.” That was truly something cruel. He retained his memories of dancing and how much he enjoyed it but he was being restrained from continuing it through technological force.

“Isn’t there any way around that?” You were appalled, to say the least. You had been blissfully unaware of your friend’s limitations.

“I would face the penalty of being decommissioned and destroyed,” he solemnly disclosed. “I can only do as I am told.”

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qyuoza · 2 years

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Enchanted — ONE: Star Seeker

Disclaimer: This series is a work of fiction and all credit goes to J.K Rowling for the main inspiration of this story and I do not own any characters or any of the art used in this work. All credit goes to the original owners.

Pairing(s): Yeonjun x afab!reader, Beomgyu x afab!reader

Genre: Fluff, angst, fantasy + romance

Warnings: Unrequited love, violence, tba.

Synopsis: Pining after your childhood best friend wasn’t exactly what Beomgyu had planned for his 5th year at Hogwarts, but how can she return his feelings when it seems like her heart is strictly reserved for another?

Enchanted Masterlist.

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"Beomgyu you idiot come back here!" Y/n’s voice echoed through the halls causing all students, teachers and even ghosts alike to turn towards the commotion.

Down the hallway was Beomgyu, who seemed to be running away from Y/n, as he gripped onto her potions book as if his life depended on it. The poor girl was simply out of breath as she trailed behind him, apologizing to each person or ghost she would bump into (in the ghost’s case, pass through).

Then Beomgyu paused, who wouldn't feel guilty at the sheer differences in their athletic ability, after all the boy was Gryffindor's star seeker and he exercised quite frequently, more than an average excelling student like Y/n that was for sure.

"You're gonna have to do better than that you know? Your crush might run from you and you'd have to chase after him down the halls" Beomgyu laughed boisterously.

"Haha very funny Choi, now give me my potions book back" Y/n sighed as he handed her the book, both heading to the same class. Though some might find the pair odd (a Gryffindor and Slytherin, a truly odd pair), it never really mattered to anyone since they've always been friends since their first year, and who really said mingling with others was limited to just your house.

"Are you still flunking by the way? Slughorn asked me if i had any time to really tutor you" Y/n asked, but Beomgyu only shook his head in reply.

"Slughorn's been onto me, I mean you know how it is. I get picked on just because I'm loud, it's not like I'm failing his class though, he just likes to press my buttons" he sulked, then the two turned and saw Eunseo bolting straight towards them.

"Y/n where were you? I've been looking for you everywhere, well not technically everywhere this is a big school, but where were you?" she asked worriedly as Y/n gave her a sheepish smile back.

"Beomgyu took my book so I ran after him, but here I am back in one piece thankfully. Otherwise I would’ve brought him back in more than just one" Beomgyu grimanced at Y/n’s words, while students started filling the halls and piling into the classrooms, the trio following suit.

As class was going on, Beomgyu couldnt help but stare at Y/n, she was focused and looked effortlessly pretty in his eyes, it took everything in him not to put his full attention on her. One thing was for certain though, nobody knew about his infatuation and crush on the girl except his two best friends, Hueningkai and Taehyun.

"Mr. Choi" Beomgyu was suddenly snapped out of his daze as Professor Slughorn had called to him. "Yes Professor?" he replied, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"What are the ingredients needed in order to make a Befuddlement Draught?" Beomgyu shifted nervously, he knew this but was unfortunately put on the spot as always.

"Scurvy grass, lovage and sneezewort" he replied, and Professor Slughorn smiled. "Very good Mr. Choi, ten points to Gryffindor for your quick answer" Then the professor had continued explaining to the class the use of this potion.

Mashiho, a fellow Gryffindor, smiled at Beomgyu as he heaved a sigh of relief, then he shifted his gaze back to Y/n. Had she always been that beautiful? Ever since they grew up, Beomgyu's attraction towards her only grew, wether it was her personality or her beauty, he didn't know.

Once the classes had finally come to an end and as the day grew darker, Y/n and Beomgyu's friends would meet at their usual spot at the courtyard.

"Are you sure we're even allowed to be here Y/n? It's getting late and we wouldn't want anyone getting into trouble" Eunseo whispered as Y/n nodded, giggling at her friend.

"You have four prefects with you, specifically me, Taehyun, Soobin and Yeonjun. Don't worry we always find a way around these things" she smiled, and looped her arm around Eunseo's. The pair then heard footsteps approaching from behind. They turned to see Hueningkai, Taehyun and Beomgyu, waving at them, clad in their house sweaters and trousers with their robes over it.

"You three are finally here I see" Eunseo joked as the three had sat where they were. Hueningkai and Taehyun on Eunseo's right and Beomgyu beside Y/n on her left.

This had always been their seating arrangement ever since they had met each other at the Hogwarts Express, but to Beomgyu, he always took this as a chance to sit beside Y/n and admire her even more from up close. Anyone would call it weird, but he can't help himself really when he had the chance.

Y/n noticed Eunseo visibly shift as they all joked around, she then noted that it was because of Hueningkai. It was already a given that Eunseo would have a crush on the unsuspecting Hufflepuff, but alas, the girl couldn't confess her feelings because dread and anxiety would take over, leading her to backing out on the confession.

Hueningkai wasn't under the same boat though since they all, except Eunseo, knew that he liked her, as if it wasn't obvious enough already.

"God you two are so loud" Eunseo sighed and hit Hueningkai's shoulder, the boy yelping in pain.

Y/n smiled at Beomgyu beside her, and heard more footsteps coming from behind them. They turned again to see Yeonjun and Soobin, dressed in their house robes with their prefect badges. Underneath they were wearing the same thing as everyone else, just their house sweaters and trousers.

"Took you long enough" Beomgyu said, and greeted the two older males. "Sorry we're late, Yeonjun accidentally stepped on someone's toad and we had to suffer some of the consequences of him squishing it" Soobin apologized and sat on Eunseo's left.

The rest burst out laughing as Yeonjun face palmed before sitting next to Y/n.

"In my defense I couldn't even see it because we were practically bolting on our way here, you know how big this castle is!" Yeonjun said and put his hands up defensively, causing everyone to continue teasing him.

Yeonjun shifted his gaze to Y/n on his side. "Hey pretty girl" he whispered as Y/n smiled back shyly.

"Hi, I missed you" she replied softly and hugged him from the side.

Everyone would think they were dating, but the two were simply engaging in playful banter, flirting with no feelings attached or at least what they thought.

"No PDA here what—" Hueningkai sulked, but Eunseo just shushed him as she immersed herself back into whatever her and Soobin were talking about.

Beomgyu had always noticed this, Y/n and Yeonjun flirting with each other, but he was jealous as expected despite it not being serious. It was just recently when they witnessed Yeonjun act like this, because it's not everyday you see him flirting, he was always a date to marry or a one woman kind of guy.

Though, he had no say, since Y/n and Yeonjun nor him and her were really dating, he just had to watch from the side since nobody else but the other two really knew about his feelings.

"Why can't you two date already? It's gross seeing this enough, so why not just go out with each other as the cherry on top" Soobin says in disgust, as Yeonjun took Y/n under his robe to further the teasing.

"Stop it!" Y/n shrieks, feeling flustered. Whilst Hueningkai made a fake gagging sound. Everyone else followed suit, and Beomgyu just joined in to mask his jealousy. After all, why can't she look at him like his cousin?

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acaiasahi · 2 years

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✶ second place ; kanemoto yoshinori.

synopsis. yoshinori chooses you as his 'plan b' after confessing to your sister goes south.

info. angst, non idol!kanemoto yoshinori x gn!reader, 1,390 words

warnings. crying, yearning, unrequited love (?), grammatical + structural errors, smaller text and lowercase intended, proofread-ish (sorry!)

[ now playing . . . ] in my dreams by red velvet.

second place.

whatever you did, it just — wasn't good enough.

no, never as good as your sister. you almost envied her but there was this small part of you that felt absolute guilt for ever thinking in such a way.

you loved your sister, you truly did but it you could not catch a break because it seemed like everyone just had to put their input on how your beloved sister was always a few steps ahead of you.

whether it was your third grade spelling bee, or getting understudy for your freshman year musical, you never rose to the occasion, always sinking. it's quite safe to say you grew up as a loser, and a sore one at that.

as you grew older, you slowly began retracting yourself from competitive activities and prioritizing ones that cared more about your expression and emotions. you thought that submerging yourself in your art was one hundred times better than groveling within your own pity party.

art was your escape, simple as pie. it helped allowed your feelings to flow wherever it pleased, your heart singing with nothing but pure joy and that says a lot compared to your past competitive lifestyle.

there was a certain point where you allowed yourself to view life as love rather than a competition. okay, it sounds a little crazy to say that your life is love but you were able to surround yourself with loving people, people who cared more about you and less of your cons.

and those certain people — well, person, has to be none other than kanemoto yoshinori himself.

he was your neighbor since a young age, the shy boy always reminding you that he saw you as his favorite star. only being three years younger than him, he tended to treat you like his younger sister instead of a potential lover.

it only became more clear as he slowly falls deeper and deeper in love with your older sister. an absolute slap in the face to say the least and what makes it worse is that she was completely oblivious which aggravated the absolute living hell out of you.

so like every good thing that comes, it quickly goes as you burying your feelings deep within yourself, heart breaking in tiny pieces that too far gone to repair. you bottle up your emotions, moving on and choosing happiness.

was it easy? no, because your happiness was yoshinori — he just didn't know it and you had no intention of telling him.

so you did what any sensible person would do, you moved on. desperately attempting to fall in love with the next best thing you could find and that happens to be takata mashiho.

it was quite surprising to say the least, because you knew the boy way before any romantic feelings arose. he was a friend of yoshi that you had met years ago when you had ran into the two boys whilst out.

"mashiho, takata mashiho." the dark-haired boy says so sweetly. you can't help but smile, grinning like an absolute moron, "y/n l/n."

"that's really beautiful," a whisper travels through the air. your ears perk up at the all too familiar voice, eyes softening upon seeing yoshinori. he smiles at you, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jean jacket.

you return the grin, cheeks dusted with a soft strawberry hue as you turn back to your sketch.

his grass crunches underneath his sneakers as he draws closer and closer to your picnic blanket. he takes a seat on the soft gingham fabric, leaning back as a satisfied sigh leaves his lips.

as his hands rest behind his head, he takes a look at the blue sky above. your scribbling never ceases as your brows furrow together in concentration and almost forgetting his presence.

he rests on his elbows, wandering eyes scanning along your face. your eyes are quick to land on his, a small smirk gracing his face as he glazes over your features once more.

"what are you doing?" you ask gently, he shrugs a little before fully laying down again, "looking at you."

you scoff jokingly, goofy smile with all your teeth on display as you shake your head. a puff of air is released from your lungs, eyes darting from your sketch back to his calm form. "here," you mutter before practically shoving the sketch of him in his hands.

a chuckle tumbles from his lips, "it's very good," he says before tugging out a past drawing you done awhile a go. he flips it over to show you, "when was this?" he asks you before taking one last look.

"hm, this was at the beach. y'know like when we went with mashi," your voice becomes small towards the end, more specifically when you say mashiho's name.

you watch yoshi's face turn somewhat sour, eyes narrowing, smile completely gone as it turns into a thin line.

he hums in acknowledgment despite the displeased look smacked on his face, "i see. where is he?" he asks in a bored tone. you're too scared to look at him so you opt to doodle around the drawing of yoshi.

"he's uh- been busy with work, should be free soon." your voice is unsure as if you're trying to convince yourself. yoshi nods, shoving his hands back into the warm pockets of his denim jacket. he turns around, walking away before his steps still like he's contemplating staying or going.

he turns back around, still a few feet away from you, "don't choose him," he says in a low voice yet you can hear every single word.

your head whips up to meet his eyes, unsure if you heard correctly, "what?" you say in disbelief. he looks back at you with a gaze strong, "don't choose him," he repeats before dragging his converse-clad feet back to you.

"why?" you ask sincerely, pupils shaking in fear of his next words. "why? you know why." he says as his steps bring him closer and closer to you.

your practically shaking with terror, eyes wide as saucers as you begin shaking your head, "no. no." your voice breaking slightly. yoshi nods, "yes," he says as his hand reaches to you, attempting to stroke your cheek but you slap his hand away before he can even get close to you.

"yoshinori," you say his name sternly, brows furrowed not out of concentration but out if anger, "what?" he responds airily, unsure of what you'll say next.

"you're being mean," you tell him, trying not to raise your voice. "no, stop it!" you try to keep your composure but his absentminded babbling continues to test your patience.

your eyes stare deep into his, a pain so unbearable rises to the surface and begins bubbling over. "i have been second to my sister since day one in everything. i will not be the person you settle for because you cannot have her. i can't do it — i wo-i won't allow it, you say and your cracking voice breaks his heart.

"i won- not when i've spent my entire life loving you."

you drop the sketchbook down onto the blanket, pencil clattering against the crisp pages as you begin walking away.

yoshinori's eyes are pooling with sadness, eyes watching you leave and keeping himself from going after to you in fear that he'll make things more worse than they are now.

you walk away from the man you've loved since day one, heart heavy as if it's made of concrete. out of any words you could've used, you used mean.

many would say that yoshinori's downright cruel, but you use mean. you love him too much to say tell him that he's a monster, he's a bad guy because never has he once been such things.

it's quite the opposite, really. your footsteps take you further and further from him, when in reality, you'd rather run and take refuge within his warm embrace.

but you push those ragged thoughts aside, feet taking you far from the park and back home despite the leaving your belongings.

kanemoto yoshinori was mean. no, not cruel, not inhumane, not vicious, nor malicious, he was mean boy who seemingly took pride in taking your heart with no means of caring for it.

only mean people would do such a thing.

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