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aroha-x-astro-blog · 7 years

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hey guys~~

@myungjunsmile here’s your very subtle fluff request. i’ve had it done for a few days but i finally had time to read it over today and give it the final okay

@ everyone who’s wondering, where’s Pt. 01, the link is right here

@ anyone who is going to read this, let me know if you liked it~~

“Myungjun, where are we going?” I ask, blindfolded and holding onto the back of his shirt. We’ve been walking like this for a while, and my curiosity is getting the better of me. He’s also been acting weird all morning, and I can’t figure out why.

“You’ll see. It’s a surprise,” he responds in a sing song voice. I can hear the smile on his lips, and I can’t help but smile too. I don’t know why, but I have a good feeling about whatever his surprise is.

It’s been 4 months since we had The Talk and things are considerably better. It was rough hearing everything that Myungjun had to say, but I’m glad we did because it helped strengthen our relationship and made us closer.

I stumble on something and would have landed on my face if Myungjun hadn’t caught me. My heart rate spikes up - partially because I nearly just broke my face and partially because I probably looked like an idiot being caught by him - and I can feel the blush start running up my cheeks.

“Are you okay?” Myungjun asks as he lets me go. I can hear the concern in his voice, and I shoot a smile in the direction that I’m hoping his face is.

“I’m fine, I just-”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles out. I feel a hand rest on top of my head. “I should have warned you about the uneven sidewalk here, are you-”

“Myungjun.” I raise my hand so that it’s resting on his. “I’m okay. I promise.” I lift his hand off my head, intertwine it with mine, and give him a reassuring squeeze. “Let’s keep walking, okay?”

He squeezes mine back and tugs on my arm, leading me wherever we were going. I can’t tell if he’s smiling or not anymore, and that worries me a bit. Hoping to lighten the mood, I prod for the millionth time, “Myungjun, where are we going?”

“I’ve already told you, it’s a sur-pri-se, and I don’t want to spoil it.”

We stop walking for a little bit, and I hear cars driving by all around us. I keep touching the blindfold with my free hand, wondering what I’m not supposed to see. We’ve been walking around for what feels like ever.

“Myungjun?” I ask as he starts guiding me again, “how long have we been walking for?”

“Uhh… 18 minutes? Why?” I can hear the suspicion in his voice and it makes me giggle.

“Because it doesn’t take us 18 minutes to get anywhere on foot, and I want to know if I’m still in the same city, Kim Myungjun.” It must have been the amount of sarcasm I used that made him laugh so loudly. I can feel a bit of weight ease of my shoulders hearing it, and I can smile easily again.

“We’ve actually just arrived,” he says after getting a handle on his laughing fit. He lets go of my hand and I can hear him shuffling all around me. I wait for him to take the blindfold off, my heart beating faster every second that passes.

Once he finally does, I squint my eyes as the light of the sun (as in the actual sun, not my sunshine boyfriend) blinds me for a second, and I take a moment to register the sudden wave of brightness.

Once my eyes adjust, I look around and I see some swings, a jungle gym, and some kids riding around on their bikes. It takes me a second longer to actually register where we are, and when I do, I look at Myungjun in confusion.

“Why are we here? And why did it take up 18 minutes to walk here when it’s a 5 minute walk from our apartment?”

He just smiles and runs towards the swings, laughing and smiling like I haven’t seen him before. I follow him, taking my time because I wore the wrong shoes for walking and my feet are sore, and sit on the swing set next to him, watching as he swings higher and higher until I’m a little worried he’ll fly off.

Myungjun jumps off and I yell, “Myungjun!” my heart in my throat. He lands on his feet and turns to look at me, a confused look on his face. I clutch my heart as I try to calm down. I get up and walk over to him, saying, “Don’t do that! You nearly gave me a heart attack!” I run up the rest of the way and tackle hug him.

He wraps his arms around me and says, “I’m okay. I promise,” in a nasally, high pitched voice.

I pull away and give him a jokingly offended look, trying to cover up how much that scared me. “Are you mocking me, Kim Myungjun?”

“No,” he says, taking a step closer to me. My eyes flicker all over his body, making sure he’s not holding himself any weird way, that he’s not limping.

“Hey,” he says quietly as he lifts my face up by my cheek, “I’m fine. I promise.”

I walk into his arms and mumble, “Don’t do that again, okay? I really did almost have a heart attack.”

We stand there for a few seconds more before he pulls away. My heart rate has gone down significantly, but it’s still a little fast. Myungjun starts to make his way back to the swings and I follow him, watching and looking for a limp, for a sign that something’s wrong, anything.

He sits down and I follow suit, gently swinging as I look around the park. “Myungjun, why did you go through all the trouble of blindfolding me and walking me the long way that never existed to bring me here?” I stop swinging and face him, waiting for a response.

“Remember that morning? The one where I-”

“Yeah,” I respond, cutting him off, “I remember.”

“Yeah,” he sighs out, “that morning, I realized something important.” He looks straight ahead as a smile slowly starts to form on his face.

“You know,” I start out as I lean over the chains to lay my head on his shoulder. He sees me out of the corner of his eye and starts leaning towards me until we’re back to back resting on each other. “You’re the most beautiful when you smile.”

“See that’s what- oh my God, are you okay?!” Myungjun all of a sudden sat up straight and was no longer supporting me. I fall flat on the ground and have the wind knocked out of me a little bit. He’s standing over me, his mouth open and a concerned look on his face.

I scrunch my nose and say, “I’m fine, but could you maybe…?’ I lift my arms up towards him. He runs around and helps me up, brushing off the wood chips off my back that I can’t reach.

I pluck the last of the wood chips off my shirt and look up at him. His eyebrows are still scrunched together, and he has a worried look on his face.

I playfully tap his stomach with my fist and say, “Now you know how I felt.” He catches my eye and hangs his head. I ruffle his hair up and say, “I’m fine, now what were you gonna say before you threw me to the ground?”

He opens his mouth the defend himself, but stopped himself and pouted instead. “What I wanted to say, before I was wrongly accused, was that I realized something.” He scratches the back of his head and looks down at his feet. I can see the blood rushing to his cheeks and his ears turn red, and I can’t help but wonder what it is he’s trying to tell me.

“I realized it right in this very park.” Looking around the park, Myungjun smiles softly. His eyes lose focus for a little bit, and I wonder what he’s thinking about.

His eyes eventually make contact with mine, and he continues talking, using a softer tone than before. “I realized just how much you mean to me. The day you answered my most feared questions? ‘Do you still love me? Did you ever love me?’ That day - which had started out being the worst day of my life and became the best one. You made it the best day of my life.”

Myungjun reaches out and holds my hands in his. “You made it the best day of my life.”

I don’t know why, but tears start to prick at my eyes. I don’t say anything, but more because of the lump forming in my throat. My heart starts beating a little faster, but I don’t understand why.

“I’ve been in other relationships before, and the reason they all didn’t work out was because I never thought I was good enough for my partners. I would feel the same way with them I did you, and, in the end, we would always break up.”

This surprises me, but doesn’t stop the aching pain I start to feel in my heart. I don’t want to interrupt him, but I give his hands a little squeeze and flash him a small smile, urging him to continue.

“The thing that separates you from them,” he takes a deep breath, “is that you didn’t let me go. You wouldn’t let me go, not even after what I did to you. Instead, you showed me how much I mean to you.” Looking into his eyes, I can see that there are tears in them, and I can feel tears start to form.

“You helped me realize that I am worth something to someone, to you, and I can’t thank you enough for that. So, I thought this was the best place to do this.” Letting go of my hands, he gets down on one knee, and I can feel the tears falling down my cheeks.

“It was here where I met you and saw you for the first time. It was here where I realized that you loved me just as much as I loved you, and it’s here where I want to ask you this.” He reaches into his jean pockets and pulls out a small, velvet-covered box, his head tilted towards the ground. My hands fly to my mouth as I gasp, more tears falling.

“I have never been able to accept myself being with someone before you. I have never been this happy or felt this good with anyone in… in ever.” Myungjun raises his head and looks into my eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks too. “You complete me in every aspect possible, and I want to be with you for the rest of my life.”

He raises the box, opens it and says, “Would you do me the honor and the privilege of marrying me and making me the happiest man to have ever lived?”

I fall to my knees, overcome with emotion and nod my head, unable to think of the words I want to say in this moment. I take the box in my hands and look at the ring. It’s very simple, with a single diamond on it, but taking a closer look, there are words engraved into the metal.

It’s a date. 29 May 2017 engraved on there in a familiar handwriting.

Looking up, I wipe the tears from my eyes and give Myungjun a confused look. Taking the box out of my hands, he plucks the ring out of its box. He lifts my left hand, holds it in his and starts his explanation.

“This was the day I knew you loved me, and the day I knew that I was going to ask you to be mine forever.” Raising my hand, he kisses my ring finger and slides the ring on it.

I feel something click in my heart and a wave of complete and utter happiness washes over me. I look at the ring and then at him, and I can’t help but smile.

I rush into his arms, and I feel them wrap around me. I whisper, “I love you,” to him enough times for a lifetime, and he says them back.

All of a sudden, there is clapping and cheering all around us. I look around and I just notice the crowd of people that surrounds us. They’re all clapping, a few are crying, and I beam at all of them. Pulling away from his embrace, I look at Myungjun. Both of us laughing, we intertwine our hands, my left in his right, and stand up.

We go back to the swings and sit down next to each other, still holding hands. We don’t say anything for awhile; we just sit there swinging, hands together and both of us smiling.

Myungjun’s the one who stands up first, letting go of my hand. He stands in front of me, his back to me and squats down.

“What are you doing?” I ask, pretending to be annoyed, but failing at the attempt. Nothing can ruin my mood right now.

“Your feet hurt right?” A shocked look overtakes my smile when I hear those words.

“How di-”

“You always complain that those shoes hurt your feet, right? Get on my back, I’ll piggyback you the way home.” He lowers his squat and motions with his hands to hurry up.

I struggled to keep the smile off my face as I stand up and climb onto his back. I wrap my arms around his neck as he hoists me up and starts walking, and I can’t help but smile.

As we make our way home, I can’t stop looking at the ring and what it means for us. I keep thinking back on that day and how my entire world had been falling apart. I keep hearing Myungjun saying that I deserved better and that he wasn’t good enough for me. I keep rereading the letters that I can’t seem to forget over and over in my head until I can recite them on command.

And then I think about what this ring means. As I am carried home by my new fiancé I realize that him proposing to me means that he might have accepted my love for him. It means that he’s come to terms with the fact that I couldn’t find a more perfect person to complete me. This ring means that the very same reasons Myungjun wanted to break up with me originally no longer affect him.

It means that he finally knows how much I care about him.

We really have come a long way together huh?

#kim myungjun #mj #astro #sunshine #myungjun fic #fatuma writes #AAHHH #wHY IS POSTING MY WRITING SO STRESSFUL #no one reads it anyone this is an irrational fear istg #i'm freaking out #bUT i hope you like it~~#if you read all of it #lol i wouldn't blame you if you stopped midway lmao #i love you my wonderful readers

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mo-notmoe · 4 years

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cleaner ASTRO tags 💫

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thepixelelf · 4 years

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Mistletoe Misbehavior

Genre: fluff!!

Pairing: Reader and MJ (Astro)

Words: 847

Note: this is an alternate universe, but there wasn't really a name for it so yeah. Also, I am aware that not everyone celebrates Christmas, but the Astro members do, so I hope this isn't too bad. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

Christmas might be Myungjun’s favourite time of year (starting now).

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“This… is ridiculous.”

Sanha gaped at the ceiling. Or, for a better explanation, what used to be the ceiling.

"I think you mean genius," Myungjun said as he crudely taped up the last piece of mistletoe. He climbed down the small stepladder and put his hands proudly on his hips, admiring his two hours' worth of work.

Every single square inch of the ceiling was covered in mistletoe.

If Sanha didn’t know the roof was supposed to be white, he wouldn’t have called it that. How Myungjun had even found that much mistletoe in the first place was a mystery of its own.

“If this is because they're coming over tonight, you're an idiot."

Myungjun beamed at the mention of you, eyes sparkling with mischief at the thought of you falling right into his trap. With a roll of his eyes, Sanha ignored him and went back to his original goal of setting the table. He didn't like the job, but he definitely preferred it over cooking dinner, which he left to Jinwoo and Dongmin. (Actually, you were the one bringing most of the main dishes, but all the boys liked to pretend they pitched in more than they did.)

Myungjun always offered to help cook, but Dongmin had a habit of keeping him as far away from the kitchen as possible. A good habit to have, in hindsight. The yearly Christmas party with you had become a tradition two years ago, and Myungjun's official kitchen ban was enacted just before that. You weren't a stranger to Myungjun's interesting cooking methods, but the boys assured that you'd only scratched the surface.

Making one last check that no area of the ceiling was left uncovered, Myungjun gave himself a pat on the back and put away the stepladder. His phone chimed with the Microsoft shutdown noise (a ringtone you had chosen for yourself).

Mistletoe Victim: Can you come downstairs and help me? I brought too much stuff

He wasted no time in meeting you down in the apartment lobby, where you were waiting with a few grocery bags of tupperware and a bunch of large gifts. You wore only jeans and an ugly Christmas sweater, but somehow you radiated merryiness. Something about the holidays always made you more cheerful, which was why Myungjun liked them so much (but he wouldn't tell you that).

As soon as you spotted him, you waved. "Merry Christmas! Can you help me with the presents? You guys don't have a chimney so we'll have to use the elevator."

You laughed at your own joke, and Myungjun joined in as he scooped up each meticulously wrapped gift.

"Oh! Don't forget this one," you said, putting a small navy blue box on top of the pile in his arms. He could barely see over the mountain of presents you'd brought.

The trek to the boys' apartment wasn't too long, but Myungjun's excited anticipation to see you fall for his trap made it seem much longer. He was practically bouncing by the time the elevator opened.

In his excitement, the small blue box tumbled off the pile of gifts onto the floor, somehow sliding in the opposite direction of the room and behind their floor neighbour's potted plants. Myungjun went after it, but you kept onwards to the room.

He struggled more than he thought he would at picking up the small box, having to put down the pile and push around the pots to actually find it. He heard distant laughter which he knew was you being greeted by the rest of the group, and something you said that he couldn't quite discern.

As quick as he could, he picked everything up again and ran to the doorway, only to be greeted with the image of you giving both Minhyuk and Bin quick pecks on their cheeks.

"Hey!" Myungjun shrieked, (gently) throwing the presents to the floor. "You can't do that!"

It was directed at the boys you'd kissed, and no doubt you'd already done the same to the rest, judging by Jinwoo's playful smile and Sanha's smug grin.

"Can't do what, MJ?" Dongmin teased. "It's tradition."

Everyone nodded in agreement, all of you pointing up the the mistletoe-infested ceiling.

"This isn't how it was supposed to go!" he protested still, "It's not fair!"

"Aww, does Myungjunnie want a kiss?" You cooed. Sanha and Minhyuk joined in, making those annoying thirteen-year-old boy noises kids did when someone was in trouble.

Myungjun spluttered, "No! No, I just—! It was—!"

You giggled at successfully turning his trap around, the holiday spirit making you more forgiving. "Don't worry, we can make it even right away."

Quick as a flash, you walked up to Myungjun and placed one gentle hand on his shoulder, leaning in for a peck on the lips.

Jinwoo was the one who started the loud, teasing noises this time before you lead them all to the kitchen to get dinner started, leaving a starstruck Myungjun in the open doorway.

You didn't fall for his tricks this time.

No, it seems he fell for you instead.

#astro imagines #astro mj #astro scenarios #astro oneshot #astro x reader #astro fluff #astro mj x reader #kim myungjun x reader #kpop oneshot #kpop oneshots #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #obligatory christmas fic!#im in a slightly jolly mood #and an MJ mood but dont tell him

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passodedois · 4 years

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Pan, Astroboys e bobohyunee.

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arohawrites · 4 years

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𝔇𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰

Gᴇɴʀᴇ﹕ Dᴇᴍᴏɴ AU﹐ ᴀɴɢsᴛ

Tʀɪɢɢᴇʀ Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢ﹕ Mᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ﹐ ɢʀɪᴇғ, Lɪɢʜᴛ sᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ

Wᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ﹕ 2.𝟽𝚔

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 𝟷 || 𝟸 || 𝟹 || Mᴏᴏᴅʙᴏᴀʀᴅs ||

So this is what it feels like…

Random thoughts kept lingering in Sanha’s mind, as if someone else is controlling it.

He is being embraced by the demon, by JinJin. Sanha thought it was ridiculous, he thought he’s going to bite him or something. But he simply embraced the human, that’s how he feed.

Soon the random thoughts dissappeared, it was replaced by the memories he earned just now, the news of his parents getting killed by some cruel people. He wanted to ask why, his parents are so kind.

Why does it have to be his parents?!

JinJin detached himself from the human. He saw how the Wrath fueled from the human’s eyes. He grinned, as expected, it’s worth the wait.

“Tell me what you know” Sanha spoke after a short recovery, his hands are balled into fist.

“What should I know?” The demon answered, he himself is trying to recover. The emotions from Sanha is too potent, one he never tasted after hundred of years.

“Don’t play innocent with me! I know you know something!” Sanha exclaimed. He never felt this angry before.

“Chill! Damn, why does it have to be wrath your deadly sin. You humans are so attracted to it. You know that I’m not that kind of demon. I only influence, I don’t have anything to do with your parents death okay” The demon defended himself, he’s always lying, but he’s telling the truth this time.

“I’m not asking if you’re innocent or not. I’m asking if you know something” Sanha answered with gritted teeth, he’s losing his patience.

The demon scoffed, “I really don’t know if you’re intelligent or a fool. Do you really think you’re parents are simply working in some company? Are you that innocent?” JinJin’s playful grin is back.

“What do you mean?”

“Why don’t you check it yourself?” JinJin challenged the already enraged Sanha. The human stormed out of his room and rummaged through the drawers in the kitchen. He finally found the master keys of the rooms. He went straight to his parents locked room.

The room is peaceful, Sanha’s hands started to tremble again. He started digging through drawers and closets.

“I assume you have the answers you wanted?” The demon appeared beside Sanha who’s intently staring at few documents laid on the bed. Just how dumb he can be? His parents are working as spies, all this time he’s a clueless fool.

“I’ll kill them. I’ll kill them” Sanha kept mumbling.

“Heh, Let’s get your parents’ body before you do that,” JinJin hand over the phone to Sanha. “Someone called you earlier when you’re all frantic searching for the truth. The man over the phone told me that he’s a close friend of your parents, from the company they are working from”

“And you, what did you told them about you?” Sanha asked. “The simplest lie. I told him I’m your friend. Let’s go” JinJin simply dismissed the conversation and literally pulled Sanha out of the room.

“Wait, I need money…” Sanha stopped mid-sentence. A car is parked in their garage.

“Whose car is this?”

“Mine. Quit asking, you’re starting to get on my nerves” The human followed quietly this time. He wanted to ask where did JinJin get the car they’re riding but he chose not to.

“You’re crying? Again?” JinJin whined as he focus on driving. He can’t afford killing his host from a car accident.

Sanha sobbed, denial is starting to creep unto him. He doesn’t want to believe that his parents are dead. He doesn’t want to believe that he just sold his soul to a demon. Grief is eating him.

JinJin parked the car, “Stop crying” JinJin’s words are firm, an order instead of comforting words. Sanha didn’t stop though, he can’t stop.

“You said you want to take revenge, I might end up killing you before you achieve your goals.”

“You can’t do that, we have a contract” Sanha spoke while sobbing.

“I’m a demon Sanha. I don’t give a shit about rules” Sanha bit his lips, his frustration only doubled.

“Collect yourself, your enemies are big people. If they see you wavering then they won’t fear you” JinJin started the engine and hit back the road without much words after. Sanha swallowed his grief, he needs to be strong if he wanted revenge.

They entered the hospital and a man quietly approached them. “Are you Sanha?” he simply nodded.

“I’m the one who called you. I am Shin Donghyuk. I’m a close friend of your parents,” he introduced himself but Sanha made sure not to trust anyone. “You must be his friend, thank you for being with him and even tagging along with here. What’s your name again?”

“Jinwoo, I’m Park Jinwoo, sir” the demon gave a kind smile, Sanha is surprised and almost crept out. This demon sure is a good actor.

“Where are my parents? I want to see them” Sanha asked courageously but his heart is thumping hard. He can’t be weak. He can’t be weak for his parents.

“I’m really sorry Sanha” The man mumbled on their way to the hospital’s morgue.

“You’re not the one who killed them, please don’t apologize” Donghyuk looks surprised by Sanha’s cold remarks, JinJin almost smirked but kept his kind facade.

“We’ll just get out for a while” Donghyuk excused himself and also JinJin. The demon has no choice but to go with him. Sanha kept looking at the cold body of his parents. He stared blankly, his mind is denying that they are the people underneath the white cloth.

“I promise to avenge both of you…”

“We promise to give you all the help you needed. We’ll make sure to find the perpetrators to your parents death”

“If you really want to help me then tell me the truth” Donghyuk was caught off guard once again. Yet he sighed and nodded.

“I will tell you but not here and it’s confidential. Sorry Jinwoo” JinJin gave another pretentious kind smile.

“I understand, be careful Sanha” The demon bid his goodbye. Sanha panicked inside, is JinJin really leaving him?

He quietly followed Donghyuk, he’s getting more anxious as they enter the car.

Sanha’s gaze went to the rearview mirror, his eyes widened but soon felt relieved. JinJin is in the backseat, casually sitting as if he owns the car. Sanha realized that Donghyuk can’t see him so the human stayed quiet.

“Where did you meet Jinwoo?” Donghyuk asked.

“Can’t fool a spy I guess. Tell him I’m your friend’s older brother.” JinJin answered before Sanha can utter a lie.

“Jinwoo hyung is the older brother of Minhyuk, my best friend.” Sanha cautiously picked his words.

They entered inside the parking area of a building, Sanha took a familiar look at the name streamed in the building.

Fantasia Corp., a famous telecom company in Korea. Who would’ve thought that it’s a mere undercover to their real business. Sanha quietly followed Donghyuk, despite his calm demeanor is his unsettled mind. He wanted to know everything yet he’s afraid that he might not be strong enough to face the truth.

“Heh, humans are that greedy aren’t they.” JinJin spoke while looking around, contrary to his usual self, JinJin remained silent all throughout the ride. Sanha almost forgot that the demon is with them.

“Where are we going?” Sanha couldn’t contain his curiosity anymore. They’re inside the elevator and he saw Donghyuk pressing the 20th floor which is the highest floor in the building.

“You’ll know” Donghyuk answered and took a glance on the other employees inside the elevator. Sanha realized that his parents’ real work is a secret to the normal employees.

They went out of the elevator and still, Sanha followed without any more questions. Sanha is already nervous as they walked towards the only room in the floor.

“Is he here?” Donghyuk immediately asked to the man in the receiving area.

“Yes, he’s expecting both of you” The man in corporate attire stood and led them to another room.

“Sir, they’re already here” the man announced before opening the door.

“So we’re meeting the big boss?” JinJin said in a curious tone. Sanha discreetly rolled his eyes, he’s sure that the demon already knew something. Maybe he already knew everything.

“Welcome to Fantasia, Sanha” The man inside greeted. Sanha estimated that he’s on his early forties. The man is well-dressed, has sharp features and looks very serious.

Sanha remained quiet but bowed his head as a sign of respect.

“Donghyuk, we have an urgent request. One of our agents couldn’t make it so I need you to go.” The man gave a long folder which is full of files. Donghyuk opened the folder and his eyes showed recognition to the case written in the front page.

“I’ll go now” Donghyuk dispatched himself after giving Sanha a reassuring smile.

“Please sit” Sanha did as he was told while JinJin on the other hand is already sitting as soon as they entered the room.

“I’m sorry for your loss Sanha, your parents are two of my topnotch agents. The company is also grieving.”

“Please tell me the truth regarding my parents death. I already know their real work but I think I have the right to know what really happened to them.” Sanha is firm, he doesn’t want to trust anyone from the company but he wanted to juice every information he could get.

“We’re still on investigation but I’m suspecting that there is a double agent inside the organization. Right now, I’m suspecting everyone that is involved in your parents’ recent mission. I promise to give you private updates once I’m done sorting stuffs, I’ll give every support I can give to you” JinJin sneered as he shakes his head.

“The guy earlier also said the same thing. Did they practice that or something?” The demon loudly mocked, Sanha’s devastated that only him can hear the demon’s irritating deep voice.

“I want more than updates, I need information about the agents you’re talking about” Sanha answered, his hands are already curled into fists away from the man’s view. He kept his calm face but he’s boiling with the thought of his parents being killed by his own allies.

“Sorry, but that’s outside of what I can provide to you. I’m really sorry Sanha but you’re considered a third person in the organization” The man answered without second thoughts,

“I-I understand” Sanha swallowed the lump on his throat. His hands are already trembling under the desk.

“Can I… go now?” Sanha trailed off. The man simply nodded.

“I’m really sorry Sanha, there are things that I can’t simply disclose to you-” Sanha took a sharp sigh.

“Please stop apologizing, I understand. Just… I just want to go home right now”

“About that, I can move you into a safe place. I won’t remove the possibility that the people who killed your parents might also target you” The man offered but Sanha firmly shook his head.

“I’ll be fine, I mostly lived by myself anyway. I can manage myself” The demon smirked by Sanha’s words, the smell of bitterness lingered the room.

“I insist. Sanha I need you to cooperate” The man’s tone shifted from concerned to firm and authoritative.

“If you want me to cooperate then please give me what I’m asking” Sanha didn’t back down, he has nothing to lose anymore. The demon on the other hand is fascinated by Sanha’s sharp words. He knew this would get more interesting.

“I understand, I’ll give you an escort home”

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“Sanha” Minhyuk immediately approached his friend. The whole class attended the funeral wake of Sanha’s parents right after they received the news.

Sanha simply nodded his head, he pushed away the desire to tell everything to his best friend. He wanted to cry in front of Minhyuk, he wanted to tell how sad he is. How his life became a big mess in a blink, but he simply can’t. He can’t drag Minhyuk in his mess.

“I’ll just catch some fresh air outside” Sanha excused himself. Rocky patted his back and went to pay respects to the deceased.

Sanha heaved a deep sigh after going out. The streets are busy, numerous people are walking past him. Despite the thick number of people passing, he saw a familiar face in the crowd; staring right at him from the other side of the road. He vaguely remembered the man, but he knows it’s him.

Sanha crossed the road as soon as possible in fear that the man might leave. In oppositions of his thoughts, the man stood still. “You…You know me right?” Sanha asked. The man nodded but his face is sad.

The man gently took Sanha’s left hand and checked his wrist. The man’s grip tightened upon seeing the mark. “I’m very sorry” The man uttered. Sanha is about to speak but is interrupted.

“Oh! If it isn’t my old friend Myungjun” JinJin approached and the man whom he called Myungjun quickly gushed out.

“Don’t you dare call me friend, you fiend.” Myungjun glared at the demon.

“Are you still angry about your first assignment? Having deep resentment is bad for angels like you” Truth quickly unfolded through their conversation.

So he’s an angel. Sanha thought.

“How dare you taking another pure soul.” Myungjun’s voice is full of repugnance.

“Idiot, what else would I do? I’m a demon, in case you forgot,” JinJin continued teasing.

“Wait, you know this kid so are you his guardian angel? You did a good job on him unlike your first assignment I must say. It took me 5 years to take him but yeah, I won him over” Sanha sensed pride in JinJin’s words. He suddenly felt small, like a toy being enjoyed for a while with the everyday fear of getting thrown out once he lost his purpose.

“Why did you leave me?” Sanha asked after a long pause.

The angel couldn’t answer.

“They have deadlines, once the human reached the age of thirteen they will leave” JinJin answered while grinning at the angel.

“That’s because the child can decide for themselves by that time. We’re simply guardians, even though we wanted to protect humans we can’t do it forever. They have their own will, they’re own choices.” Myungjun’s gaze went to Sanha’s wrist.

“Blah blah blah. What nonsense” JinJin dismissed.

“The last day before I departed as your guardian, I saw your mother gently kissing your forehead, she kept whispering I love you’s and sorry. She muttered her wish for you to grow up as a kindhearted child. I can’t change anything nor meddle with your choices but I want you to remember your mother’s wish.” The angel departed afterwards.

He can hear the angel’s voice ringing in his head even after hours of receiving visitors. “Something urgent came up, I know I promised that I’ll stay here-” Sanha interrupted Minhyuk’s remark.

“Don’t worry Minhyuk. I’m fine.” Minhyuk is not convinced but he really needs to go.

“I’ll come back tomorrow morning, I promise” Sanha simply nodded, he’s tired to even say anything.

Sanha is now alone in the receiving area, or so he thought.

“I’m hungry” JinJin pulled Sanha from his seat and embraced the human to feed.

The doubts he’s feeling about taking revenge is quickly washed away by wrath.

“You can never escape” JinJin’s voice lingered into his mind. The demon withdrew his self after. Sanha bit his lips, the wave of sudden emotions is making him dizzy.

“Excuse me? Are you Mr. Yoon Sanha?” Sanha turned his head and a man entered.

“Yes it’s me, are you acquainted to my parents?” Sanha immediately asked, trying to set aside the anger fueling inside him.

The man pulled out his badge and showed it to Sanha. “I’m from the police, Lee Dongmin” The man introduced.

JinJin approached the man, studying the man upclose. “Hyung, what are you doing?” JinJin stretched his hand and slightly turned the man’s head to the side. Sanha clearly saw a crescent moon tattoo in Dongmin’s neck.

Is Dongmin like him?

“So that’s why I sense him nearby”

Sanha’s eyes widened out of surprise, another man materialized behind Dongmin and embraced him from the back.

DongMin’s face quickly tinted red.

“Always a fancy entrance, you never changed Moon Bin”

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arohaspice · 5 years

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Can’t Take It Back

Kim Myungjun x Reader

Genre: Angst / Fluff Warnings: Swear words, Kissing, Implied love-making Word Count: 1k

Summary: Your love for your best friend MJ has permeated your relationship causing it to fall to pieces in a split second. Facing your friend is too hard leaving him wondering what he did to make you distance yourself.

a/n: this is pretty terrible and short but it’ll be multiple parts. i’m sorry. it’s my first kpop fic too so pls pls be nice fbdsjkfbgjkadgkj

You fucked up. Like, colossally. It was supposed to stay in your head, not make a hasty exit off your tongue and into the steamy bedroom air. The look on your boyfriends face after moaning Myungjun's name, you knew there was no coming back from it. He was already tripping over himself as he struggled to get his clothes on and make it to the front door. Even as you begged with red-rimmed eyes and tear-soaked cheeks, practically hanging off his arm to anchor him in your apartment, he wouldn't forgive you. Nothing was going to stop your ship from capsizing in the tidal wave you caused. And you didn't blame him for not trusting you. MJ was your best friend, you spent a lot of time with him. Of course he'd assume the two of you were fucking behind his back, but that couldn't have been further to the truth. Myungjun didn't know your true feelings, nor would he ever. Your now ex-boyfriend sputtered off hurtful but well-deserved words before slamming the door on the way out. The shaking apartment felt like the walls were folding in one by one until your knees couldn't fight against the crushing gravity. You slumped to the floor, drowning in your tears, feigning any attempt to find land.

"Have you heard from (Y/N)?" MJ asked Jinwoo, slightly anxious that you hadn't shown up yet. The older man was fidgeting in his seat, tapping his chopsticks on his plate. He sent you several messages, even called but there was no reply. You weren't one to bail or forget about plans and if you were going to be late, you tended to at least text. But there was nothing which left him with a big fat worry hanging over his head.

"No, I tried calling her," Jinjin answered, checking his phone on the off chance he missed a message in the last 3 seconds. Moonbin overhearing the conversation, let them know he hadn't gotten anything either. The other boys checked their phones and no one had received a word from you -- all of them frowned slightly knowing this was very unlike you. Myungjun's stomach was turning despite the facade of ‘I’m fine’ he wore. This was supposed to be a celebration, he wouldn't ruin it. The server brought them more meat and all the boys praised as they piled it onto the grill. MJ was just picking at his plate, mind intently focused on you and all the reasons why you would've ditched them. Maybe you were sick, or perhaps something worse happened. Abruptly, Jinwoo's phone started vibrating wildly against the wooden table which made the group all turn their focus and hush their voices.

"(Y/N)," Jinjin answered quickly, hopeful that you were okay and perhaps on your way to the restaurant. That optimism was crushed though when he heard your small, nasally voice. It sounded like you had been crying.

"Hey, Jinnie, I'm sorry. I'm not gonna be able to make it out there tonight," you replied as confidently as you could. But Jinwoo could hear the sadness. He looked over to MJ who was practically hanging off the edge of his seat, wondering and waiting for some information, his lips encouragingly upturned.

"Are you okay?" Jinjin asked and MJ immediately straightened at the question, his lips forming a neutral line. He was ready to rip the phone from his friend's hand and talk to you himself. Why hadn't you chosen to call him first? He double checked his phone to make sure there was no missed calls and suspicions were confirmed. It was strange you picked Jinwoo over your closest friend but he wasn't jealous -- right? Besides, you were friends with all of them, who cares who you called, as long as you were fine.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just sick. Sorry, have a good dinner." You were about to hang up when Jinjin asked if you wanted to talk to MJ. The speed at which 'no' flew off your tongue shocked both of you. Jinwoo looked to Myungjun and shook his head, making the older man sink in distress. You always wanted to talk to him, why did you suddenly want to evade him?

"Okay, hope you feel better." Jinwoo ended the call and promptly addressed his hyung. "She says she's sick. She definitely sounded sick."

"Sick? Do you think that's why she didn't want to talk to me?" Myungjun worried. "That's probably why. I'll bring her the soup after." His smile slowly returned, still worried but relieved you weren't seriously injured.

The rest of the dinner went by smoothly, MJ doing his best not to worry and to make the other members laugh. They shared stories and food and roaring laughter and when it was all gone, everyone except MJ headed back to the dorms. He placed an order for soup from the restaurant and headed towards your apartment, hopeful his nice gesture would get you to talk to him.

MJ had been standing at your door for 5 minutes. You could hear him knocking loudly, practically trying to beat it off its hinges. "C'mon, (Y/N), I have soup and medicine for you. Open up, please. The neighbor’s are gonna complain!" Myungjun knew you were inside, he saw your car in its spot. His voice was so loud and at times shrill, you couldn’t stand to listen to it much longer. He was right, the neighbors would complain. You groaned and tossed off the duvet before grumpily sliding off the edge of the bed. MJ could hear the soft pitter patter of your bare feet against the hardwood floor and then the door flew open to reveal a disheveled mess. "Ah!" He couldn't help but chuckle at your hair which stood out at odd angles but then his eyes settled on your red, tear-stained face and he halted his laughter. His heart hit his stomach. “Are you --”

Deftly, you clutched the soup from his hands and effectively cut his words off. "Thank you, I'm really sick so you should go."

MJ could still feel the iciness in your words as the door locked shut in front of him. You barely even give him a chance to say anything before you stole the soup and whirled the door closed. He stared at the panel for a minute before his senses flooded back to him. “Your welcome,” he muttered to the air around him before turning on a heel. There was a sting in his chest. Of course the two of you had arguments before, no friendship was perfect. But this was different, you were shutting him out. And the worst of it was he didn’t understand why. Recent interactions with you played on a reel in his mind as he mulled over the scenes and tried to spot anything he might’ve done to upset you. But everything was routine as far as he could remember -- he couldn’t recall doing you wrong.

He sulked the entire way back to the dorm. On his walk back, he sent you a text but it was fruitless because you didn’t answer. When he crossed the threshold of his apartment, he ran into Eunwoo who was quietly reading on the couch.

“Any luck, hyung?” the princely man asked, his eyes bright.

MJ shook his head, continuing past him, heading straight for his room.

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dreamddana · 5 years

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Cap-A-Pie (SANHA)

cap-a-pie meaning from head to foot.

Yoon Sanha x Reader

POV: 3rd Person

Summary: you and sanha move in together after being best friends since high school

Warnings: extreme fluff & possibly some angst

part 2 here!

You had just gotten out of work and was looking for a good time. Today wasn’t exactly your day, your boss had declined your proposal, you spilled coffee all over your desk and you clothes, you somehow managed to destroy your printer and you forgot your important files in the apartment.

You take the train home, arriving a few minutes before 10pm. As you open the door, you see Sanha, your roommate and best friend, passed out on the sofa, with the ps4 on fortnite.

You sigh and smile. The sight of Sanha gave you relief, knowing not everything is terrible. You had a tiny bit of feeling for Sanha but aggressively tried to ignore it because you didn’t want to ruin your friendship.

You, being dead tired, quickly get ready for bed. As you laid down on your bed, tired from the day, Sanha knocks on your open door and yawns.

“How was your day?” He asked, all sleepy. You give a tired smile and say “it was alright.”

He scrunches his eyebrows and looks at you suspiciously. “What’s wrong? I know you well enough to know you had a bad day.” He says as he walks to sit on the end of your bed. You explain everything to him and with tears in your eyes about to roll down your face, he looks at you straight and then give you a hug.

Sanha was always a tease but today, he was different.

“I know what would cheer you up.” He says, all giddy. “Drinks!” Sanha walks out of the room and gets the whiskey in the cabinet, a bottle of coke and glasses with ice.

You two end up drinking a lot, but Sanha was a light drinker, meaning he was wasted real quick.

It had been awhile since you saw Sanha drunk. He was always so clumsy and silly while intoxicated. You help him walk to his room and help him tuck in and get ready to sleep. Before you could leave his side, he grabs you by the arm and pulls you close. He wraps his arms around you and you two just stay that way for a minute.

And at that moment you knew, you loved him.

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You wake up the next day, late for work. You sigh and tell yourself not to go anymore. Instead, you get up and think about what to have for breakfast.

As you approach the kitchen, the smell of pancakes satisfy your nostrils. You find Sanha making pancakes.

“Whats this for?” You ask him, sitting on a bar stool by the counter.

“Breakfast. Duh?” He says with the sarcastic tone in his words. You roll your eyes and he laughs. “Don’t you have work today?”

“I think I quit.” You laugh.

“Alright. Team unemployed!” He puts his hand up for a high five, which you meet. “You deserved better than that job anyway.” He scuffs, making you smile.

“Alright pancake, eat your pancakes.” He slides a plate of pancakes towards you.

You two eat breakfast together and talk about how shitty your job was. “Listen (y/n),” Sanha suddenly turns serious. “You need to get a job. How are we gonna survive?!” He panics jokingly. You give him a nudge and he pretends like you punched him and broke his arm.

You guys spend the entire day playing pubg, while he won most of the time. “Better luck next time, babe.” He says, making you spit out the water you were drinking. “W-whatever.” You say and walk to the kitchen.

It was weird being that way with Sanha, after realising you couldn’t get rid of your feelings for him.

“You alright?” He walks up to you.

“Im fine.” You brush him off and walk to your room.

Sanha knocks on your door but doesnt come inside, instead says “I dont know what I did but I hope you’re okay. You can talk to me when you want, Ill just be in my room.”

You spend the rest of the week coming up with a new comic draft, frustrated with your feelings for Sanha. The week went fast, as well as the increase of your feelings. It was difficult to have to see him everyday and not feel anything.

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ aaa i hope you enjoyed that!!

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