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kbandtrash · 1 year

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Dance or Band? (Seunghyub x Reader)

~Rachel~

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Idk how many of you are familiar with the original dance or band (mnet survival show--sf9 vs honeyst) but this is the au where they did it again with girls and the reader is the leader of the band group. @yukheisuh you said you wanted it so here it is

Content: survival show drama, fluff, an implied kiss

Word count: 3k

“You’re not coming back with me?” your youngest member Seohye asked.

“Hakgu and I will take her home,” Seunghyub jumped in. “I was going to teach her some things about the music software I use.”

You waved Seohye toward the studio door. “You can tell the other girls I put you in charge tonight,” you told her with a wink.

She brightened up and bowed her way gracefully out the door. “I will use this power, for evil,” she promised brightly. “Thanks for letting us help, sunbae!”

“Get home safely,” he wished her, waving goodbye. He chuckled good-naturedly. “She must be hard to keep in line.”

You smiled and shrugged. “Not as long as we work together. She doesn’t need to be kept in line.”

“Wow, you sound like you’ve been leading your group for as long as I have,” he sighed, turning his chair so he could meet your eyes. “You’ve been working so hard for so long, you really deserve to win this.”

Downcasting your eyes, you clasped your hands together in your lap. “I’m at a loss,” you admitted. “They’ve been promising us our debut for a year and a half now, and then they decide to pit us against their shiny new girl group.”

“And this isn’t the first time they’ve done this to a trainee band, either.”

“No, it’s not. Like, which is going to win in the eyes of the public? Dance or band? It’s obvious. If the dance group wins next week, I don’t know if I’ll be able to pretend to be happy for them.”

Seunghyub patted your head comfortingly. “You know you have my vote, and after you opened for us last time, I think you have N.Fia, too.”

You were able to bring your smile to your face again. “Thanks, sunbae. And thanks for letting Seohye and me help out with our finale song.”

Seunghyub laughed. “You know, I asked Boyoung and Hyerin if they wanted to help with the dance group song, but you know what they told me?”

You cracked a malicious grin. “What?”

He matched your smile and told you in a high pitched tone, “‘That’s okay, we trust you, sunbae!’”

You gasped. “They turned you down? Why wouldn’t they want a part in shaping their future?”

“I can’t figure it out, either! I already knew that you would want as much influence as you could have, so I thought it would be fair to offer them the same chance.”

“Naturally,” you agreed with a nod. You felt your anger rising again and it was getting harder to stuff it down. “‘We trust you, sunbae,’ of course they trust you! I would trust you, too, if I had to.” You pulled your hair down from its ponytail and ran your hand through it. “Are they really so sure they’re going to win? They don’t think it matters whether or not they have a hand here?”

Seunghyub listened quietly.

“To me, that seems like arrogance. Like no matter if they try or not, it doesn’t matter. I know it’s my job—our job, as the band—to be more involved in the music, but telling you that they don’t want to help at all…that feels lazy.” You looked up and saw him watching you, his face full of concern, and you realized what you were doing and who you were complaining to. “Sorry, I don’t need to tell you all of this.”

He shook his head. “Don’t apologize. To be honest, I thought the same thing, but I can’t say that to anyone without sounding biased.” He fiddled with his hands, trying to decide what to say next. “They…don’t edit you very kindly, do they?”

Your anger was cooling down, but too quickly. You were afraid it was going to give way to tears. “You’ve been watching?”

“Yeah.”

“You don’t read the comments, do you?”

“Do you?”

You looked down again, letting your hair hide your face in case tears decided to spill over. “I stopped after episode one.” You sniffed. “I was just trying to show myself as a strong leader, and PD-nim said it was good, but now I wonder if he said that because it made the dance group look more desirable.”

“You’re a strong leader whether you show it or not. There’s nothing wrong with standing up for your members.”

“I just don’t want them to lose because I’m standing up for them.”

“If you stop standing up for them, then they’ll really lose.” He set his hand atop yours and, startled, you looked up to meet the determination in his eyes. “You started this strong, and you have to keep going strong or you’ll lose your fire.”

“Fire?”

“You’ve been burning the stage with your passion every time you perform. The dance group girls haven’t been able to match that even once.” He took your other hand, too, and he held them tightly as he made his point. “If you lose that, you lose what’s been setting you apart this whole time. Your passion is what fuels your members, and what fuels your performance together. You can’t stop now, or the world will never see what you have to offer.”

You looked down at his hands and back up to his face.

“Do you understand what I’m saying?” he asked. “The way you are, you don’t have to change that. You’re talented and beautiful and you’re strong. You don’t have to hide—I want you to be able to show everyone.”

“Sunbae,” you began, tightening your fingers around his apprehensively. Oh, how you prayed you were right about the venture you were about to make. “Do you like me?”

His hands tightened briefly in a lightning-fast squeeze as his face dropped in shock. “Do I—um, do I have to like you? In order to want you to…to do well?”

You shook your head frantically, feeling your stomach tie itself in knots. “No, of course not, I just—I don’t want any misunderstandings, I thought I would ask at the very least.”

He retracted his hands bashfully and turned his chair back to his desk, suddenly avoiding your gaze as his ears turned pink. “This timing is terrible, seriously. I wasn’t going to tell you because you’re under so much pressure right now.”

“You do like me?”

“Yes, but…” he folded his hands in his lap, “I don’t expect anything back. I just want you to do your best and be happy. If I can help you succeed, that’s enough for me.”

“Sunbae—”

“You don’t have to give me a response if you don’t have one, it’s okay.”

“No, I want to tell you something.”

He glanced back over at you and tried to read your face. “You do?”

You nodded. “I’m really not in a place to date right now.”

“You really don’t have to tell me anything, I mean it. I’m really not hurt if you don’t return my feelings.”

“But I do.”

He was cute when he was surprised, and you knew you were starting to show how flustered you were. “You do?”

You nodded again. “For a long time, I think, but I know I can’t be dating right now, so I just liked you quietly. Kind of like you said, I was just happy to work with you.”

He kicked around in his chair, spinning between facing you and his desk. As he glanced up at you shyly, you wondered if you had been ignoring the now obvious signs on purpose.

“What do you want to do, then?” he asked.

“For now…” you slid your chair closer to his, but you turned it toward his desk so you could see his computer. “Can you teach me about your music software?” I don’t know yet.

An understanding smile spread across his face and he slid over to make room. “Let’s do that. Where do you want to start?” I’ll wait until you do know.

—

“You two have incredible chemistry, really,” Yonghwa noticed appreciatively.

“Ah, thank you!” you said, beaming. You could barely see anything through the stage lights, but you bowed in what you hoped was the right direction.

“You worked on the arrangement together, right?”

“Yes, but we made it originally with just Hyerin and Keeho in mind,” you explained.

“I thought it would be better if Seunghyub-sunbae and (Y/N) joined us,” Hyerin added. “I may not know much about the technicalities behind the music, but I’ve learned as a trainee how to make a good performance. For a vocal stage like this, I felt it would be more impactful with the feelings of the arrangers themselves.”

“It’s a shame that you two leaders aren’t on the same team,” Hong Ki said. “Your two voices blend so nicely, I want to hear more.”

You and Hyerin exchanged smiles, but you couldn’t tell if her smile was fake—you couldn’t tell if your smile was fake. After the last months of being pitted against each other, it was hard to remember when you had thought of her affectionately.

“We do have one more combined performance,” you promised, “and after that…” You snuck another glance at Hyerin, who seemed a little too relaxed. “I’m sure I’ll produce something we could—”

“It would be fun to feature her with us someday,” she jumped in.

Your mind went totally blank. On autopilot, you heard yourself say, “That would be fun,” but those words were for the sake of politeness.

The assumption she had just made was glaring, and it made you scared. With the confidence she had just spoken with, it seemed like she thought her team had already won. Was there something you hadn’t been told? Was this game already set before it began, just as you had feared?

“I think any of us would be overjoyed to feature her,” Jongseob piped up. “Or, either of you really,” he covered, catching his slip in neutrality.

Jiung bumped his arm. “Here he goes again.”

“Please collab with us, Noona,” Jongseob said with a grin. “Write a song with us—it’ll be fun, I promise!”

“Only if Boyoung and I get to make the choreography,” Intak said. Jiung laughed again.

“Our hoobaes really love each other,” Hong Ki chuckled. “Were we like that with our hoobaes?”

“Our CNBlue hoobaes were also our hyungs,” Jaejin pointed out.

“You’ve shown us plenty of love over the years,” Seunghyub said, finally back in his seat. “Lots of gifts, lots of kindness. We hope to continue paying it forward.”

Hyerin giggled and tucked her hair behind her ear. “We’ll receive it well.”

As you bowed and thanked both your sunbaes and the audience, your brain was on fire trying to stay quiet and impartial. You’ve already turned their kindness down, you longed to say. But you kept a smile on your face, for the sake of your future, and hers too.

The last stage was something you had worked hard on. Equally displaying the talents and virtues of both a band and a dance group was a challenge that Hyerin hadn’t put a lot of thought into beforehand, so once again, you had been stuck advocating for the visibility of your girls.

If only people saw you as hard-working instead of as pushy.

(a/n: this is cringe to put this in here but I understand this flashback needs context if you haven't watched dance or band. One of the first challenges in the original was going and performing at a school--by random chance the band went to an all-boys school and the dance group went to an all-girls school. The students at each school then voted for whether or not they thought the group they watched perform was ready to debut. The winner was decided solely on the number of yes votes without any comparison to the no votes--as a math major, this still doesn't right with me but anyway. I also should explain another reference to the original dob I made earlier. Sf9 and Honeyst both opened for cnblue at one of their concerts in Japan for a no-stakes mission with no official winner or loser. Then cnblue gave both groups feedback from their sunbae perspective. I figured n.flying would get to be the sunbae this time around. My apologies for this unsightly interruption)

“Those numbers don’t mean anything,” you stated bluntly.

PD-nim blinked at you and put on a fake smile. “What do you mean by that?”

“Just because they have ten more votes doesn’t mean they won.”

He laughed, barely hiding his frustration.

“I know it’s been a hard time for your group—” Hyerin cut in.

“Sometimes you need to learn to accept your losses,” PD-nim snapped.

“No,” you shot back. “Unless you can confirm the same number of people were in both schools for our performances, that raw number is useless.”

“I don’t get it,” Minji from the dance team mumbled.

“The only valid statistic for these votes is a percentage—how many people in each school voted yes compared to how many voted no.”

“The schools were close enough in size that it shouldn’t matter,” PD-nim said.

“It does,” you argued further. “Look, I’m really okay if we lost, but I want to see the data with my own eyes.”

Seunghyub’s encouragement had meant everything to you. Before you had talked with him, you were nearly ready to give up. Although PD-nim kept telling you that standing up for your team was good, his actions told you otherwise, and so did the public’s opinion of you.

His words of encouragement reminded you what you were fighting for and reassured you that what you did was worth it. Coming from someone you trusted and respected so much, what else could you do but believe them?

Most importantly, he had restored your faith in yourself. You were strong enough to lead, and you had worked hard for what you had accomplished. You were the one who made things happen for you and your group, not good luck.

“Dang, eonni,” Seohye snuck in. “You and Seunghyub sunbae…”

“Hmm? Why?” you responded nervously. What was she referring to here? The stage, right? Or had she noticed something about how you two were acting around each other?

“You just went off, that’s all,” she answered with a shrug. “That was like Kingdom stage level good.”

You tried to brush her off to hide how touched you were. “Ah, stop, it was just a little bit of fun.”

“Just a little bit of fun? And how about how you and Seunghyub sunbae were singing with each other, was that just really good acting?”

Oh.

You could only blink in response.

“Don’t worry, I think only our group members would have understood anything,” she went on. “Only people who really know you would have known that you were sincere.”

“We’re not—”

“Oh, no, don’t say anything here. Let’s just kill our last stage, and then when we go home with our debut date set, you can tell us everything,” she said with a grin.

You found the rest of your girls, all three of whom gave you knowing and excited smiles. You brought them into a huddle.

“Girls,” you began. You couldn’t go on. Tears sprang from nowhere, and your throat was stopped with a sob.

“No no no, eonni! You can’t cry!” your drummer fussed. “You’ll ruin your makeup.”

“I wanted to give a speech about how far we’ve come,” you sniffled, holding back your tears. “Instead—I love you. I love you all so much.”

“Eonni!” they all whined.

You hugged the other four as tightly as you could manage. “Let’s have fun!”

—

“Stop comparing numbers,” Seunghyub scolded you.

“It’s inevitable, and I get it,” you sighed. “It doesn’t matter who won the competition, they’ll pull higher numbers anyway just because they dance.”

“It’s a win for you either way,” he chuckled. “You wrote the song, and you’re getting paid nicely for its ratings.”

You humphed. “A little recognition would be nice.”

He turned his chair to face you directly and he put his hands on your shoulders. You met his eyes skeptically. “You did fantastically,” he assured you seriously. “They wouldn’t be getting any attention for their debut if you didn’t write them such an amazing song.”

Your face grew hotter as you continued to look at him. “I wasn’t talking about you,” you said, trying to keep your annoyed composure. In reality, though, he always knew how to cheer you up. His words were always exactly what you needed to hear.

He snickered and leaned back in his chair. “Should I text Hyerin, then? ‘Hey, should I congratulate you or (Y/N) on your debut?”

As you smacked his arm playfully, you gasped before you laughed in shock. “That’s terrible!”

“It would be funny, though.”

“No, she wouldn’t think so,” you groaned. “We don’t need to breed any more animosity here than there already is.”

“Ah, ever the wise and mature leader,” he acknowledged with a sigh. “Maybe you should be the leader of the leader project they’re putting together.”

“Absolutely not,” you spat. “I have enough with Seohye on my hands, I don’t need to be in charge of seven sunbaes and Hyerin.”

“Oh, now that you say that, I don’t want to do it either.” He shuddered. “I hope Yonghwa-hyung does it.”

You nodded. “He’s the obvious choice.”

A knock came at the door and Seunghyub hurriedly opened his music program.

A staff member poked his head in the door. “Seunghyub-ssi? Oh, and (Y/N) is here too.”

“We’re a little busy right now,” Seunghyub said. “Do you need something?”

“Just checking to see if you need a lightbulb replaced,” the staff claimed with a shrug. “But you’re okay in here?”

“Yes, the lightbulb was replaced last week,” Seunghyub reminded him with a politely annoyed smile.

“Ah, right…” The staff looked between the two of you.

You nodded at him. “I was there.”

“Okay, then,” he said, taking the hint. “Work hard!”

“Yep, thanks,” Seunghyub called after him as he shut the door. “They’re definitely onto us,” he told you.

You shrugged. “We have an impenetrable cover, though.”

“True,” he said with a laugh. He reached over his armrest and picked up your hand. “If they ever catch us, we can just say we were trying to feel the emotions of the song.”

You scooted over your chair and leaned your head on his arm. “We had better keep writing love songs, then.”

He turned his head to look at you, and you looked back up at him. “That’s what I plan to do,” he said with a smirk and a purposeful glance down at your lips.

“We just had a staff member try to walk in on us and you want to kiss me now?” you snickered.

“I always want to kiss you.”

“Then be my guest.”

#see i told you self-indulgent #slightly deranged as well #i could be persuaded to write about the rest of the missions.........#seunghyub x reader #n.flying x reader #nflying x reader #n.flying fanfiction #n.flying seunghyub #seunghyub #n.flying #nflying

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cb97breathing · 1 year

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key201303 · 3 years

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NFLYING MASTERLIST

KEY WORDS:

🐥 -> ONESHOT

® -> REQUESTED

🌸 -> FLUFF

🤧 -> ANGST

🔥 -> SUGGESTIVE/SMUT

💀 -> CREEPY

❤ -> VALENTINE SPECIAL

❄ -> CHRISTMAS SPECIAL

🎃 -> HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

🎂 -> BIRTHDAY SPECIAL

🏵 -> DRABBLES

🌺 -> SERIES

⏰ -> TIMESTAMPS

🆎 -> NSFW ALPHABET

📱 -> SOCIAL MEDIA AU

#kpop #kpop masterlist #nflying #nflying masterlist #nflying imagines #nflying x reader #nflying fluff #nflying angst #nflying smut #nflying seunghyub #nflying cha hun #nflying jaehyun #nflying hweseung

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whattodowithkpop · 3 years

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Have Fun (Jaehyun)

Title: Have Fun

Pairing: Jaehyun of N.Flying x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 481 Words

Writer: Whattodowithkpop [Lio]

*****

It was a Saturday afternoon and Jaehyun had no practice or music shows scheduled. He did, however, have a schedule to record videos with Chahun for 2 Idiots. He hasn’t told her that detail yet and he was sitting on the couch, listening to all the things she had planned for the two of them to do together. Jaehyun’s expressive face showed a mixture of pain and horror as he watched her pace the living room, counting the activities on her fingers.

She finishes her small agenda before jumping on the couch next to him. Her hands rest on his knee as she looks at him with adorable eyes, making him feel even worse about what he was going to say next.

“I have to record 2 Idiots today.” He tells her, smiling nervously at her as he placed his hand over the ones that rested on his leg.

Her face fell, and Jaehyun panicked.

“This won’t be my only free day, I promise next one we can do all those things!” He listed off the things she had mentioned prior, watching as her eyes watched him with sadness. After he finished naming everything she did he looked at her.

“Okay?” He asks, afraid he had made her mad.

She nods before speaking to clarify. “It wasn’t about the activities... I just wanted to see you.”

Her voice was quiet and it made Jaehyun’s heart break. He pulls her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her. He can feel her shake lightly, knowing she was holding in tears which just made him feel like the devil.

She lifts herself from his body, prospering herself up on his stomach. “Go and make sure you have fun.” She smiles, but her sadness was still evident.

Jaehyun’s mood had dropped and he really didn’t want to play couple Jenga with Chahun right now. He watches her scratch her eye as if it was itchy, but he knew she did that to wipe tears away.

Suddenly, Jaehyun breaks out into a smile. He squeals as he grabs her face and uses his thumbs to poke her cheeks repeatedly.

“Come to record with me!”

“What? Jaehyun, I can’t.”

“Why not? It’s a chill environment, the camera crew won’t mind if you’re there and we can eat snacks and tickle each other during breaks and you can see me for hours!”

She giggles at his excitement. “Chahun won’t mind?”

“Chahun loves you, of course he won’t mind. Plus you can get jealous when I have to hug Chaun lovingly and then you will force me into cuddles and kisses when we get home.”

She rolls her eyes as she kisses his mouth. “You don’t have to make me jealous to get kisses and cuddles.”

“I just like to make you jealous.” He smiles before kissing her again. “Please come.”

She smiles with a nod. “I’ll come.”

MAIN MASTLIST

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kpopshitposter · 5 years

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Seunghyub interrupts your video call with birthday boy(friend) Hun

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harrystyles-kimjongin · 2 years

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what a perfect man you are, Lee Seunghyub 😭

#lee seunghyub #seunghyub #n.flying seunghyub #jdon #j.don #nflying #n.flying #seunghyub x reader #he is so husband material

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moondustaeil · 5 years

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⠀⠀ ➳ “It’s cold, you should take my jacket.”

⠀⠀ ➳ Is it cold in August? Apparently to Jaehyun, it is.

⠀⠀ ➳ a.n : I’m not familiar with n.flying so pls forgive me for my lack of knowledge

⠀〔 10 : 38 am 〕

It was time for you to go home after you spent the night at boyfriend!Jaehyun’s dorm, he had things to do and so did you, but probably in the weekend you would be staying over again, so it wasn’t that much of a big deal you thought.

“I’m leaving” you announced to your boyfriend and the others around, taking the bag you had taken with you for overnight. But before you could even get to the front door, your boyfriend pulled you back by a tug at your wrist.

You looked back at him with questioning eyes, that was until your eyes fell on the jacket he was holding in his free hand. “It’s cold, you should take my jacket” he said, sheepishly smiling at you when you let out a small laugh. He didn’t understand what was so funny, he was trying to be a good boyfriend.

“You don’t wear jackets in August, Jaehyun” You said, calming down from your laughing fit when you saw him being confused. His lips formed into an o-shape as he finally realized his own stupidity.

“Then you should just wear my shirt instead, it would look good on you”

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yinxiong · 4 years

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my crime (was loving you)

muse: lee seunghyub x reader (3rd person perspective)

genre: florist x band au, angst + fluff

word count: 3575

warnings: none

summary: Lee Seunghyub was just a soft-hearted delinquent with a penchant for cats and Rococo paintings. And she was a fool to think he could ever be more than just a fuck.

notes: dug this out from my old wips and realized seunghyub was PERFECT for the character. probably not gonna get views but whatever. stan nflying <3

Lee Seunghyub tastes wild.

Wild mint, wild berries, wildfires.

It’s a taste she’s memorized from their countless stolen moments in the nightclub broom closet after his heart-stopping performances, from the roguish yet honeyed smiles he flashes her under the glare of stage lights just before he dives into the songs he spends too many sleepless nights writing.

Unknowing girls swoon at the thought of Lee Seunghyub serenading them with those words of sugar in that deep voice of his, and she can’t help but laugh at their naivety because the only love songs he ever writes are to his cat and his bandmates.

Not even to her.

Never her, because she had threatened to drown his apartment in flowers if he ever wrote a song suggesting that their relationship was worth anything more than lust and the agreement to help each other forget their respective heartbreaks.

(He still writes some anyways, but they’re all stashed away in a notebook hidden inside the old guitar case he leaves in the corner of his apartment she won’t ever care to check.)

Sometimes, he’ll taste of bitter alcohol and smoke— the latter she detests with her entire soul— the devil’s grin staining those ruby lips that she can’t stay away from no matter how she tells herself not to play with fire.

She burns up under his touch each time, but did anyone in this world ever actually have any bit of self-restraint when it came to pretty things?

After all, irrationality is the only crown she can afford to wear when he looks like jagged coal dusted with crushed diamonds, dragging her down into the flaming world he came from without a second’s hesitation.

(What she doesn’t know, though, is that each time he wakes up in her bed under the midday sun, a glass of water perched on the drawer by his pounding head, the only thing that crosses his mind is whether or not he should confess to her that the boundaries they’d set all those months ago under the dim light of his nightclub had long been crossed by his insolent and greedy heart.

Who would’ve known that this incandescent girl was not only able to make him forget about cheating ex-lovers after just one night of dancing beneath street lamps, but also had a laugh that sent him falling right back into the ocean he had sworn to never dive into again after the last disaster? Certainly not him.

At first, he quickly labeled it as another one of those false hopes that things would be different, that he wouldn’t be tricked into playing Eros’ game again, dismissing the idea of finding love without a second thought. Yet weeks later, when Jaehyun pointed out that he’d been staring at her glowing face for basically the entirety of their performance, it finally hit him that maybe this had become more than just a lustful fling with no strings attached.)

But she’d be a fool to ignore the fact that outside the dark walls of that fateful building, Lee Seunghyub was just a soft-hearted delinquent with a penchant for cats and Rococo paintings. While they have never really struck a chord in her before, she supposes there are only so many that can stumble into her little flower shop asking for a last-minute bouquet because he forgot that it was his sister’s birthday.

“Is this okay?” she moves her hands aside for him to take in the pink hydrangeas framed with perky violets for the early February date.

“It’s pretty,” he hums over his black face mask, slender fingers drumming on the counter as she rings up the register after dropping in a few boughs of baby’s breath to fill the gaps. “Like you.”

She barely catches the timid words mumbled underneath his breath and nearly chokes when it crosses her mind, but one peek at his rose dusted cheeks and widened eyes is enough to realize he hadn’t meant to say the afterthought aloud.

“Did you just call me pretty?”

He clears his throat and glances away. “Maybe.”

She almost flushes herself, because Lee Seunghyub doesn’t care for compliments when they’re not about his music or his tongue. But even if she wanted to believe that it meant something, something more than just watching him perform like he was born for the stage before dragging him off to one of their apartments to forget about the pains that no longer exist, the promise they had made back on that lonely September Friday lingers stronger than any possibility that they could spark an emotion far scarier than any of the deadly sins.

So she brushes it aside with the leftover flowers, handing him the bouquet along with the receipt and a few coins in change, complimentary expression of gratitude falling from her lips out of strict habit.

“I’ve never seen you so polite before,” he muses with a mischievous glint in his crescent eyes, a smile of moondust glowing clear against the afternoon sky. “maybe I should come around more often.”

“Please don’t,” she laughs, half-jokingly and half-serious, because the last thing she needed was to catch real feelings for this angel of a boy dressed in grim reaper’s clothing.

“Why not?”

I don’t want to see your face more than I have to.

“You’re going to chase all my customers away.”

(I’d rather be the only one you have.)

“Are you sure I won’t just bring you more?”

We’re both liars who don’t know if we’re actually capable of loving someone for real.

“I don’t need a horde of fangirls trampling my precious flowers,” she scoffs, planting her hands on her hips and raising an eyebrow as if to challenge his pride. “Though I suppose you don’t even have that many fans, to begin with.”

(Delicate hands he wants to hold not just in bed, but on a date. On several dates. At all his favorite places around the city; at all of hers.)

He leans close and smirks in reply. “But I have one dedicated fan right here in front of me.”

The roll of her eyes is automatic. “Don’t flatter yourself, maybe I’m just there for the drinks.”

“Maybe, but I’m pretty sure you’ve only touched one cup of alcohol every time for the past five weeks.”

“I wasn’t aware you kept tabs on my drinking habits.”

He shrugs as if it were a perfectly normal thing to do. “Just making sure no one slips anything dangerous in.”

She’s not sure if he’s being serious, but it still comes out sweeter than either of them expected. “Oh. Well. Thank you.”

“No, thank you,” he smiles again, warm this time, and she wonders if this is the real Seunghyub her heart keeps fluttering for. “for the flowers. see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” she breathes, watching his slim figure pad towards the glass door like a black cat. “See you tomorrow.”

(He wishes that he had asked her out on a date.

But who was he kidding? Just because they were in her flower shop and he wasn’t playing a song of lies didn’t mean they were capable of finding something real.

After all, it’s never real in the end.)

“You like him,” Doyoung says flatly the moment N.Flying’s last song ends, eyes fixed on her as she stirs her drink in hopes of feigning ignorance.

“Who?”

“The vocalist on piano,” her friend answers, disbelief lacing his words. “I saw you staring at him the entire time.”

Raising the cocktail to her lips, she sips the tragically sweet liquid while trying to formulate some kind of plausible excuse that Doyoung would probably see right through anyway. “He has an interesting face to look at.”

“Really? Then explain the weird look in your eyes and the blush that comes flaring up whenever he glanced in this direction.”

“I did not have a weird look in my eyes.”

“Uh, you so did,” he scoffs and pushes his phone under her nose. Grabbing hold of the device, she makes out the moonstruck expression painted across some dumb girl’s face. Wait, that’s her face.

“What the hell?”

“Shocking, I know,�� Doyoung sighs, pulling his arm back before she can tear the phone from his grasp. “I could hardly recognize you myself.”

Raking her hands through her hair, she groans dramatically, “This is wrong, there is absolutely no way I looked like that—”

“Looked like what?”

Her blood runs cold when the devil slides into their booth, easily settling into the seat right across from her. She hates it, but his presence doesn’t make her as uncomfortable as she desires.

“Nothing,” she sniffs, turning her attention back to the stack of napkins sitting in the middle of the table. “Nothing.”

Seunghyub raises an eyebrow but doesn’t push further. A part of her wishes he does.

“What are you up to tonight?” he asks, playing with the paper umbrella in her abandoned martini. She probably only had about two sips, but something in her mind seems to tell her that she won’t be needing that much alcohol in her system tonight.

“Besides drinking and watching you stagger around onstage? Nothing much,” she shrugs, eyes darting around to look at anything but his face; the less attention she paid to him, the quicker he’ll leave. Or at least, that’s what she’s hoping. It’s not like she has never tried it on him before.

Doyoung gives her another judgemental stare from besides Seunghyub, and she mentally reminds herself to give him a good kick in the leg later. Maybe refuse to drive him home or something. Oh wait, he’s the designated driver tonight because he doesn’t trust her even though she’s only had half a martini. Ugh, maybe next time.

“What do you mean, ‘stagger around onstage,’” Seunghyub scoffs and picks up the glass to steal a gulp of the drink, blinking as it goes down. “Am I not good at dancing?”

Rolling her eyes, she plucks the glass out of his hand and downs the rest in a heartbeat. “You’re in a band, you suck at dancing. Come back when you can at least body roll without looking like a stiff caterpillar almost about to fall off its twig.”

She ignores Doyoung’s coughing fit in response to her sharp words, but Seunghyub looks rather amused as he lets the guy slip out from the booth and make a run for a glass of water.

“Feisty like always,” he chuckles, reaching out to flick a stray piece of hair perched on her shoulder. She catches herself before she flinches— it’s just a slight touch, why get so riled up now? “Though as much as I would love to argue with you over how unattractive my dancing is, I have something more important to ask you.”

It’s strange, how suspicious she is of everything today. Just those few words and she’s already in a state of panic. “Um, okay?”

So she waits.

Except, he’s not saying it. Or anything at all, for that matter.

“Uh, could we maybe like, go somewhere quieter?” If she weren’t so caught up in her own convolution of thoughts, she would’ve sworn that Lee Seunghyub actually sounded nervous.

But that’s none of her business, really.

“You can tell me right here, Seunghyub. No one’s gonna hear us, they’re all either too drunk or having too much fun on the dance floor.”

A beam of red light comes flashing over, briefly revealing his expression that isn’t quite unlike that of a deer caught in the headlights. And it’s then that the dread starts crawling out from the hole she had kept so well hidden for months.

“Do you, um— would you like to go out with me tomorrow?”

Her heart stops.

“I’m sorry, what?”

He blinks. Takes a breath, then tries again, “Go out with me. To lunch, or maybe dinner? Whatever you want, I mean.”

The club suddenly feels a hundred degrees warmer, yet she still can’t stop her blood from freezing over.

“Why?”

“Huh?” Just her luck, Seunghyub doesn’t seem like he’s aware of what kind of nonsense he’s spouting either. “What do you mean, ‘why’? Can’t I ask out someone I like?”

And that’s the sound of her mask breaking into thousands of little butterflies, fluttering off to a place where reality comes crashing down in flames without any chance of stopping.

“We’re not like that, Seunghyub.”

From the corner of her eye, she can still see the nightclub in a whirl— lights raging, drinks spilling, bodies twisting and swaying chaotically to the blaring music— but strangely, she can’t hear a single thing.

His eyes flicker in confusion as he studies her stony expression like an archaeologist discovering a new fossil.

“I’m not sure I understand what you mean.”

“We just… can’t. That’s not our relationship.”

“Then what is? Fuckbuddies pretending that feelings don’t exist?”

“Yes!” Wait. “No.” That’s not right either. “Hell if I know…”

She wonders if the look on her face matches the broken one on his, the one he’s not even trying to pretend isn’t about to shatter into a million pieces anymore.

“Well, it seems like I don’t either.”

Everything falls into slow motion as he slides out of the booth, as he stands up ever so reluctantly, as he walks back into the storm of a crowd without ever looking back.

Walks away forever ever and ever and ever.

(But they should’ve known love stories don’t end that easily.)

A week passes, and she hasn’t shown her face at the club once since their falling out. It’s hard walking by the neon blue and red dragon every night on her way home knowing she’s missing out on whatever new song the band has decided to showcase, and there’s no longer something loud to fill her quiet evenings alone, but her head is clearer and she no longer has to wake up wondering if they

(A week passes, and he’s written a new song for each performance she doesn’t appear at. They’re still stashed away in the depths of his weathered notebooks, but at least he knows she won’t walk in on him tapping his heart out on the keyboard in the dead of night.)

Soon that week has turned into three, and she’s slowly starting to consider getting a new hobby because staying at home each night watching boring shows just isn’t cutting it. There’s too much time for her mind to wander, wander to places where they shouldn’t be— his eyes, his voice that was so wonderfully deep and addictive yet soft at the same time, his bright grin when she greeted him good morning and couldn’t help but smile back at because it’s possibly the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen— oh.

Oh no.

(By the third week, he’d made up his mind to stop being a coward and at least show up to apologize for making her uncomfortable. And the walking away part, of course. Problem was, apology flowers seemed rather when the person he was apologizing to was a florist herself.)

Instead of doing anything about… whatever that convoluted mess was in her chest, she throws herself into the prison of work that is her flower shop. With the first wave of wedding season coming up, her hands were busier than ever, serving as an excellent distraction to anything her stupid head wanted to overthink.

That is until he walks in through the frosted glass door.

“Hi,” Lee Seunghyub says quietly, eyes glancing over her before flitting away. “I, uh, wanted to buy some flowers.”

She stares at him, mind numb and tongue heavy. “What’s the occasion? Forgot a birthday again?”

“Not exactly.” His hands are hidden behind his back, but she can imagine him wringing them with the same nervous energy evident in his face. “I wanted to apologize to someone. Could you help me?”

Her eyebrows raise, but she doesn’t comment further. “As long as I’m getting paid.”

That cracks a slight smile in him, one she can’t help but want to gaze at, except he’s here for a reason and she has a job to do. Stepping out from behind the counter, she drifts towards the hyacinths, pulling out a few purple blooms before collecting a handful of white tulips as well. She fills in the remaining space with myrtle stems, then wraps the bouquet up and ties it all together with a snip of her favorite yellow ribbon. It’s been a while since she made an apology bouquet, especially one completely of her own choosing, though there’s something about the simplicity of these flowers that makes her fond nonetheless.

Seunghyub watches this all with a curious eye, but of course, he has to look away hastily whenever she steals a glance in his direction. If she hadn’t been so intent on talking as little as possible, she might’ve made some remark on how dumb he appeared. Unfortunately, the tension was still high enough that she had no choice but to keep her mouth shut.

“Here,” she says and pushes the flowers into his arms the moment she’s finished. “Done.”

He fumbles with the bouquet, turning it around a few times to admire. “It’s pretty.”

“I know.”

Taking a breath, he holds it back out towards her. “This is actually for you.”

“I know.”

He blanches, then attempts an awkward laugh to cover it up. “I’m not very subtle, am I?”

Shaking her head, she reaches out and begins playing with the ribbon as she waits for him to continue.

“It’s just. Ugh. I’m so inarticulate,” he groans. “Around you, more than anything. You’ve just got that effect on me, and I really— fuck. Let me try this again.”

Squeezing his eyes shut, he lets out another exhale before facing her once more. “I’m sorry I was an ass that night. I shouldn’t have made you so uncomfortable, and I definitely shouldn’t have walked away. You had every right to avoid me all these weeks, and I completely understand if you don’t want to have any association with me anymore. I just hope,” he swallows and gives the flowers a little shake, “you’ll take these and my apology. Even though you made them yourself. Then I’ll walk out those doors and never bother you again. Since we never had anything going on in the first place.”

“I like your face,” she blurts suddenly, because her brain just had to choose at that exact moment to let her heart take full control over her mouth.

He furrows his brow, confused. “Sorry?”

“I like you and your dumb face,” she says a little firmer, staring him in the eye as the flush on her cheeks brighten hopelessly. “And I’m stupid for making you think otherwise.”

His mouth forms an ‘o’ as he processes her words, and she has never wanted to jump off a cliff more in her life.

“What—”

“I was stupid and pushed you away because I thought I didn’t need you that way. Because I was scared of falling in love again. And I thought it would be fine at first, to just have a casual relationship without any strings attached, since that’s easy, you know? Except you just had to turn out to have so many redeemable qualities besides your stupidly handsome face, like your voice and your sincerity and your goddamn humor, you just had to have everything and of course I just had to let down my guard. And that’s so fucking infuriating, but I can’t hate you for it. Because it’s you. And I want you to stay.”

She didn’t mean for it all to come out like a tornado, though she supposes there’s no other way it could’ve gone, considering how speechless this man is currently.

“You mean that? All of that?”

“Does it sound like I’m being sarcastic?”

“No,” he finally grins, “No, you’re right. I am stupid too. For thinking I wouldn’t actually fall for you and start writing you love songs either.”

Now it’s her turn to be shocked. “You wrote me songs?”

He shrugs, “A few. We also performed one or two, but it was after you had stopped coming—”

She doesn’t get to hear the rest of his words, because once again her heart has made an executive decision over her body and this time, it’s to lean in and peck this beautiful man on the lips.

To kiss him.

A sweet and short kiss, completely void of lust and desire like all their previous ones. And it’s so wonderfully refreshing, she wonders why she hasn’t done it earlier.

When she pulls back, his eyes are wide and shining, and the next thing she knows he’s pulling her back in for more. His mouth is soft, so soft, gentler than it’s ever been, and she’s falling apart with just a few languid brushes.

“Will you play me those songs?” she asks after they part, cheeks glowing warm with joy. “Just me?”

Lee Seunghyub laughs, and she wonders if there’s anything in this world that sounds more ethereal. “Of course. But only if you let me take you out on a date.”

“Well, you have to pay me for the flowers first.”

“Can I pay in more kisses?”

She rolls her eyes, smiling uncontrollably as he leans in once more. “Let me get back to you on that.”

(He does, though she supposes she can’t complain since he’s paying for dinner later too.)

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kbandtrash · 1 year

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Fell From the Sky (Hwayugi-inspired AU) (Part 4)

~Rachel~

Masterlist

When Cha Hun fell from the sky and landed at your feet, you had no idea he’d bring your entire world crashing down with him.

Cha Hun x Reader

(It has been a year almost to the day since part 3 lol if anyone actually reads this series I'm so sorry but I promise the next part will be the last one)

Warnings: mentions of violence, near-death experience

Word Count: 3.3k

“I think I fell in love with a human,” Kwangjin said, avoiding your gazes. “And I don’t know what to do about it.”

You and Hun exchanged worried glances with each other; you had never expected this, especially from Kwangjin.

“Your options are the same as ours,” you stated solemnly. You can continue meeting her in secret, you could descend to be with her…”

“Or I could come forward,” Kwangjin said. He didn’t like any of those options. “It’s so dangerous to visit the human world, but I’ve worked too hard to give up now.”

Two predicaments of love was too many. Hun leaned his head on your shoulder and you felt him sigh.

“How did you meet her?” you asked.

Kwangjin smiled. “Unexpectedly,” he answered.

The morning came hard and bright, without mercy. This was not the first time the boys had all ended up passed out at your house, but perhaps it felt more dangerous because there was some intent behind it this time.

Hun helped you pick the clothes that would aid your cause the most--that is to say nice, but not nice enough to appear prideful. Humble, but not humble enough to portray you as disposable. Luckily, the place the boys lived was close to you, so it wasn’t hard to stop at their place to pick something similar for Hun to wear. The others wanted to look nice as well, but they didn’t have the same pressure that the two of you faced. Everything had to be perfect, but those standards changed constantly and were nearly impossible to predict.

You approached the gates of the palace, and the boys stood supportively behind you and Hun. For the first time, you laced your fingers with his in public.

“Ah, I want to tease you,” Hwerseung sighed from behind you.

“Let’s see a kiss for good luck,” Seunghyub suggested cheekily.

You turned around to give him a dirty look as Hun protested vocally, but Jaehyun furthered the request. So the two of you looked at each other and rolled your eyes. Two hundred years had passed, and what was the point of waiting any longer? So you obliged their silly demand, and as short as it was, it made your heart race. Perhaps soon you might get to do that whenever you wanted.

The stupid grin on Hun’s face must have matched yours. You felt confident now.

“Let’s go in,” Hun said. You nodded.

But the doors swung open on their own, revealing the court. The aura was a stark contrast from the joy you were sharing with your friends.

Your heart racing at a different beat, you looked again to Hun for reassurance. We’ll be fine, his expression seemed to say, although you could tell he wasn’t sure he believed that. So you entered the court and the gate closed behind you.

“The elder gods were of a particularly bad temper that day,” Kwangjin recalled solemnly. “Even though lately, they’ve been less oppressive about courtship in the heavens, they’re still volatile, and these two just ended up with the short end of the stick that day.”

“Did they force her to descend?” Hwan asked.

“No, she’s not descended like us,” Seungseok reminded him.

“They tried to end her life altogether,” Hun said, finally speaking up.

“After all we’ve done for you?” one of the elders scoffed. “We gave you a second chance at ascension, and this is how you repay us?”

You tried to argue your case, but they were having none of it. “It’s been nearly two hundred y--”

“Your responsibilities to us outweigh your personal desires,” another deity snapped.

“Your arrogance is astounding,” another chimed in condescendingly.

You fell to your knees in a desperate bow. “Please,” you begged,” this is the only thing I’ve ever asked of you.”

Hun knelt next to you. “She has been nothing but obedient since the day she entered the gates of the heavens,” he pled, “and so have I.”

A discontented murmur raced through the council.

“Is this what you call obedience?” the eldest of the gods sneered, standing up and drawing their sword. They looked down at you and the eye contact sent chills down your spine. This was the end, and you knew it. “How impertinent.”

“The elders were much angrier with her than they were with Hun, and they quite nearly killed her in their rage,” Kwangjin recounted solemnly. “We heard the commotion, and this could have been stupid of us, but we couldn’t do nothing. We opened the doors ourselves to try to intervene.”

Cheolmin’s eyes widened in shock. “And they still let you all live?”

Kwangjin wanted to laugh, but he couldn’t find it in himself. “We had to beg for our own lives before they would allow us to beg for hers, and even then, it didn’t look good for any of us.

“Until you stepped in,” Hun recalled.

Kwangjin lowered his head humbly. “I had my own reasons as well, you know that.”

“But it doesn’t change the fact that you saved everyone.”

Kwangjin looked up again, and there were tears in his eyes as he smiled. “I offered my status in the heavens as collateral,” he said. “I said I would descend if they would save her and leave the rest of them alone. Normally, I don’t think they would take a deal like that, but they were intrigued.”

Kwangjin’s phone buzzed on the table, interrupting the story.

“Ah, is it already that time?” Hwan asked, checking his watch.

“I can just tell her to meet me at home today,” Kwangjin said, unlocking his phone to answer the text.

“Why? Your wife hasn’t met Hun yet?” Seungseok wondered.

“She always meets you here after work,” Cheolmin added. “She’ll get suspicious.”

“We met once,” Hun said. “She helped me pick out the coat (Y/N) wore today.”

“That sounds like her,” Seungseok said with a smile, which quickly fell. “Does that mean she knows about (Y/N), too?”

“Not in detail, but she knows why I look after her,” Kwangjin answered, setting his phone down. “She’s coming like normal, so we should wrap up our story quickly.”

The memory of the eldest deity’s sword piercing through your body woke you in a cold sweat. Your clock told you it was nearly 3 am, but you were wide awake now. The nightmare that had woken you felt too real to have just been a conjuration of your imagination, but it felt too far away to be true. As you grasped for the details of your dream, they disappeared, leaving a headache behind in their place.

Everything about the previous day had been so strange and so familiar. Truthfully, nothing about your life felt quite like it fit. You felt out of place from your surroundings and the people you knew, and now that you looked for them, all your memories were just out of reach. You had a feeling that Hun knew the answers because he was the only thing that had felt like he fit, maybe ever.

You curled up in your bed, trying to neutralize your pounding head by squeezing it between your arms. Tears leaked through your closed eyes as you tried to reach through the empty space to find something to hold onto, but it was trying to grab water. You knew there was something you missed terribly, and you felt it every day, but there was nothing you knew to be missing.

Kwangjin’s restaurant made it feel better, and Hun had made you feel almost whole again, but that made no sense. You had never met him before--even though you had been in love with him for centuries.

You had been in love with him for centuries.

Centuries?

Images surfaced in your mind of a place, sunny and bright, where you had spent a long, long time. You knew it as somewhere you used to call home--and he had been there with you. That was the time you missed so much, and your heart ached more for it.

While you still had the picture in your mind, you reached for your journal and wrote down everything you remembered. It felt more like an imaginative retelling of a dream, but you could feel it resonate in your heart as something that used to be part of you.

You woke up hours later with your journal and a pen still in your hand, the pages covered in not much more than chicken scratch. What of it that you could read was nonsense, and most of it was either, “I miss you,” or, “I love you.” Shaking your head and sighing, you closed the journal and set it back in its place on your nightstand. You must have slept terribly.

Looking at your clock, you realized you still had a few hours before you had to get up, so you gratefully wrapped yourself back up snugly in your sheets and dreamed another dream.

Your grip on his hand and on reality became looser by the moment. Hweseung had tried to use some of his divine power to heal you, but it was pretty much useless against a wound inflicted by the elder gods. Your skin was ashen and cold from the blood loss, and even though Hun was shaking, he felt warm.

“Just a bit longer. You just have to hold on until sundown,” he encouraged you.

“I’ll never see you again, will I?” you whispered.

“I’ll find a way,” he promised. “I won’t let you be alone for long.”

His skin glowed in the golden hour of the sunset. You kept your focus on his eyes; his beauty distracted you from the pain, both from your wounds and from the thought of what would happen next. Your eyes welled up with tears as you fought for the strength to hold him in your arms.

The light was fading from the sky.

Kwangjin returned to the courtyard, the few things he was allowed to take with him wrapped up neatly in a bundle. “You’ll make it,” he assured you as he knelt down next to you. “I’ll make sure of it.”

You nodded weakly. “I’ll repay you,” you promised.

He shook his head. “There’s nothing to repay.” He set his hand on Hun’s shoulder and then pulled him into an embrace. “Make sure Seunghyub eats enough. He looks too thin these days for how much he does.”

Hun realized the shift that was about to occur within their little group meant more than just you and Kwangjin going away. Responsibility was going to shift, and Kwangjin was leaving one last gift of guidance to help Hun manage it.

“Hit Jaehyun over the head if you need to--he needs to sleep whether he feels like it or not.”

Hun bit back a laugh with the tears that were threatening to spill.

“And even though Hweseung is cute, he knows it and he’s dangerous. Don’t let him get away with too much.”

You laid a light hand on top of Hun’s knee. “Let them help you, too,” you admonished. “Don’t be alone.” You reached for his arm and stroked it with your thumb. “Please.”

The last rays of the sun disappeared, and without knowing whether he accepted your counsel, so did your dream.

You called into work sick, although it was ridiculous that you had to do that in the first place. You were a divine being; they should be shaking with fear and begging you to bless their company with good fortune.

With a pass of your hand over your burned coat sleeve, you restored it to its original state. You now recognized it as something Hun would have picked out for you, and it was now even more precious to you.

Having your memories stolen and your power repressed had never been mentioned as part of being sentenced to live on earth. You were done. You were far more powerful than you had ever let on, and at last, you were going to use it. However, now you were surrounded by mortals, and your anger made it hard to control your power, so you had to get out of here fast.

But you were not leaving without him.

Seungseok could feel you coming as soon as you got to the nearest subway station, and he was rightfully terrified. He knew he wasn’t the one who was going to get hurt, but he understood that that kind of power required a ridiculous amount of control, which you might not have right then.

“Hyung!” he shouted to Kwangjin. The store had yet to open, thankfully. “Hyung, she knows.”

Kwangjin understood what Seungseok meant by the sudden pallor of his face.

Hun was woken up by the buzz of Kwangjin’s wife’s phone, which was left for him in case of an emergency.

“Hun, you have to come by the restaurant now.”

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked around for his slippers. “You have three trained employees, and I am not one of them.”

“Hun,” Kwangjin snapped as the door to his restaurant flew open, “(Y/N) is here and she needs to talk to you now.”

Hun pulled the phone away from his face and looked at it. Had he actually just heard that? “I promised her I would tell her everything, remember? I can’t just go there because she’s curious.”

“No, you won’t need to tell her anything. She knows.”

This had to be a cool, wishful dream, because there was no way you had magically remembered everything overnight, not with whatever block they had placed on you. But, then again, you were determined and very powerful. If it could happen to anyone, it would be you.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

He was still too tired to decide if this was real or not. His senses were all working fine, and his sense of balance was definitely correct. He definitely felt awake. The cold on his face outside definitely felt real, but even when he got to the restaurant and felt your aura, looked into your eyes, it felt impossible.

“You took too long,” you joked, really seeing him this time.

“I came as fast as I could.”

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “You took too long coming to find me here.”

He had left you alone on this world too long, you were right. He hoped you would let him make up for lost time, and he was not disappointed as you pulled him into your arms.

Your energy was wide open in allowing him to feel all of your emotions. He was worried that it was so strong that the humans might feel it, but at the same time, he knew that this was only for him.

“We have to go back,” you said. “I need to make sure they know they made a mistake.”

Hun hid his face in your shoulder. “I just want to hide here for a little bit.”

“The longer you’re here, the longer the others are in danger,” you reminded him, but your tone was understanding. “I can’t let anything else happen to them.”

He held you just a little tighter for a moment. “Okay.” he conceded. “I think the kids want to talk to you first, though.”

Cheolmin, Hwan, and Seungseok had been watching you not so subtly from the kitchen. Now that you knew who you were, you recognized them, too.

“Oh, I do know you boys,” you noted. “Where’s the fourth one?”

Hun cut in. “He’s ours now. You know we’re always best when we’re five.”

Oh, that was uncommon. “You’ll have to tell me that story another time,” you said, “after I get some revenge.”

Hun held you at an arm’s length to take you in. “You’re very different than you were before they forced you out,” he remarked.

He was right about that. You used to take anything, do anything asked of you. You were so quiet, especially as the time led up to your plans to come forward. He was relieved to see you changed like this.

“I’f fighting for you now--for us. Things are going to have to change.” You looked back over at the boys in the kitchen, and over to Kwangjin sitting at a table pensively. “You don’t want any part of this, though, do you?”

Kwangjin almost laughed as he shook his head. “I’m happy here now. I wouldn’t mind a visit every now and then, but I would never go back if I were given the choice.”

You looked back at the kids. “And you?”

“It’s been hard,” Cheolmin stepped forward, “but I think I would have to say the same.”

Hwan nodded. “It may be a bit boring, but it’s safe.”

“We get to choose what to do with our own lives now,” Seungseok said, “and that was something we would never have gotten to do as divine beings.”

“Our only duty is to ourselves and the people we love,” Kwangjin agreed.

The sentiment was so wonderful that you wished you could join them, but as you looked back at Hun and you thought of your friends and all the other divine beings you had met and loved, you knew your fate was going to be much different than that of Kwangjin and the boys.

“We should go.”

Hun nodded in agreement, although he was starting to think that being human would be a pretty nice deal, too. “There’s just one thing I want to do first.” You raised an eyebrow and he glanced over at the other boys. “Maybe not in front of them, though, maybe.”

“Whatever you’re about to do, please go far away, because I don’t want to know,” Seungseok said, averting both his eyes and his whole body from the two of you. “I’m already getting so much TMI from the energy you’re both spewing right now.”

“Message received,” you laughed. “We’ll return and report once we win our fight.” Cheolmin opened his mouth for one more request, but you beat him to it. “And I will personally make sure that Dongsung stays safe.”

The boys exploded into touched whispers. “She remembered his name,” Cheolmin said with a sniffle.

“He’s our precious baby now. We take good care of him, too,” Hun told you.

“Even Hweseung?” you asked, surprised. “He’s not jealous?”

“Especially Hweseung.”

Now that your power was freed, you noticed that there was a lot that you didn’t think was there before. It was entirely possible that the elders had sealed away your power, and now that you felt the full extent of your broken seal, you were almost sure that had happened, because you felt as powerful as an elder god.

So, as you and Hun walked hand in hand out of the restaurant, you used some of this new power to take you to your apartment in an instant. You took advantage of your privacy immediately. You pulled him as close as you could get him, and you kissed him almost like your life depended on it.

He wasn’t expecting it, but he leaned into it, losing his bearings as quickly as he had gained them. This new confidence of yours was dangerously attractive, and he was a little scared he wouldn’t be able to keep up with you now.

It really would be nice just to hide here for a bit like a human, but the sooner you returned to the heavens, the sooner he would be able to marry you properly, and then he could be all yours.

As his heart pounded and he gasped for breath, he told you it was time to leave. He kept to himself that if you didn’t go now, then it was going to be hard for him to keep controlling himself.

You were still almost as close as two people could be. He leaned his head forward so his forehead touched yours, and the next time you opened your eyes, you were back in your old house in the heavens.

Part 5

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Kiss Me Miss Me (Jaehyun)

~Rachel & Megan~

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“The N.Flying boys are chilling with their girl best friend/crush and out of nowhere she just kisses them” – @suck-me-sideways

Content: fluff, wedding (not y’all’s), friends to lovers, betting, kissing

Word count: 1.8k

“Oh, hey, Jaehyun,” you greeted as he came into view, from around a corner at the mall. “What are you doing here?”

He grinned. “I’m here with the boys.”

“Okay, but why?”

His face contorted into that of disgust, and rolled his eyes as he spoke: “Jaekyung’s getting married.” You gasped and your eyes widened, but he continued anyway. “Which reminds me…”

He shuffled through his small bag as you took in his words. The boy held out a crisp envelope in front of your face, and your jaw dropped. “She’s getting married?!” you repeated at last, shock evident in your voice.

He nodded with a sigh and he dropped his arm, still keeping the envelope in his hand. “It’s really weird, I know. I never thought my sister would be getting married. Bleh,” he said, sticking out his tongue.

“Bleh because it’s your sister?” you asked with a teasing grin. “Or bleh because marriage?”

Jaehyun’s face split into a grin and he let out an amused giggle. “Bleh because the wedding,” he said. “She’s forcing us all to watch her be in love—so much PDA, I don’t think I’m going to be able to handle it without vomiting.”

“I’m surprised you’re not just going to tease her about it.”

“That was the plan, but she had revenge for me before I could even laugh.” He raised the envelope again, his face contorting into something you hadn’t seen on his face before: bashfulness. “She’s forcing me to bring a date.”

You fought back a laugh. He looked shy and defeated, which didn’t suit his character. “It’s the end of the world, isn’t it?” you chuckled. “Or would that be less painful for you?”

Jaehyun flinched dramatically as if he’d been shot. “Is that your way of saying no?”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you gave him a confused smile. “Saying no? To what?” You searched your conversation in your head, worried you had missed something important. As you thought, you didn’t notice his face turn red.

“We-well, just…” he stuttered.

“What did I miss?” you asked, cutting him off unintentionally. “Seriously.”

He held up the envelope again. “This is… for you?”

You focused on the words written on it. “‘To my idiot brother’s date,’” you read aloud. You squinted at it for a second, and then slowly took it from his hands. Your eyes didn’t leave the envelope. “Wait, so I’m the date you’re bringing to her wedding?” You looked up at him, leaving your face emotionless.

He gave a sheepish grin. “Well, yeah, I don’t know any other girls?”

You rolled your eyes. You knew very well there were other women in his life, but you also knew one of his secrets. “Alright, I’ll go with you, Jaehyun!”

He let one of his precious sunlight-smiles show, and reached out to ruffle your hair playfully. His eyes were sparkling.

Back to you knowing one of his secrets—he only smiles like that at you.

“I have to go back to shopping for suits,”—he made a disgusted face—“with the boys, so I guess I’ll see you around.”

You nodded and waved as he scooted away, but as soon as you saw him run straight into Hun, you let a giggle through your lips. Then you looked down at the invitation in your hand. “He is an idiot, indeed, Jaekyung.”

It was finally the day of the wedding. You and Jaehyun managed to attend comfortably together, but he squirmed when Jaekyung kissed her new husband. You flicked his arm threateningly, and he sat still again. After they were officially married, Jaehyun hurried to take you home to avoid taking pictures and talking to people.

Like the true idiot he was.

When you reached home he insisted on staying at your house until the reception started, which would be later that evening. He had luckily brought some casual clothes to change into while you waited.

You changed out of your dress and into some sweatpants and thought about the stubborn boy sitting in your living room. His excuse for staying with you had been something along the lines of how he had helped set everything up at his parents’ house that morning and that if he went back, things would still be too crazy for him to rest properly.

A grin split your face as you also thought of the small note Jaekyung had slipped into your wedding invitation.

To my idiot brother’s date, it had begun. If you’re not (Y/N), then he is not only an idiot, but a coward, as well. If you are (Y/N), then understand that you would have been invited even if Jaehyun were a coward.

What she had written was oddly placed on the card, as if she had intended to write more but had either forgotten or decided against it. Maybe she was afraid that Jaehyun would read it.

After changing and carefully fixing your hair so that it was out of your face, but would still look nice in a few hours at the reception, you walked out into your living room to ask if Jaehyun had any plans for lunch.

In the few minutes that you had taken to change, he had fallen asleep on your couch.

He was wrapped up in a soft blanket and had turned on a show. You hadn’t recalled that being a quick recipe to make Jaehyun fall asleep, but maybe all the stress from wedding-planning had done him in.

You walked over to him and ruffled his hair, which was just a bit stiff with hairspray.

“Watch it,” he grumbled sleepily, cracking open an eye. You flinched and snatched your arm back. “I spent so long making it look perfect.”

“I’m sure sleeping on it is going to keep it that way,” you scoffed.

He sat up and shook his head. “You’re right, but I’m also tired. Should I just sleep sitting up?”

“Lunch instead?” You held up your phone, open to a food delivery app.

His stomach growled in response before he could say anything. With a huge grin and a delighted laugh, he said, “You see, this is why I like you. We’re always on the same wavelength.”

“Like me?” you chuckled.

His smile kept up, but his laugh was more nervous. “You’re a very handy friend.”

“Not pretty, too?” you pouted playfully.

“Heeeeey, I never said that.” He tilted his head and you could watch the gears turning in his head as he looked for another cover.

You had known he liked you for months. You would have confessed long ago, but Jaekyung had promised you half her share of a bet with Seunghyub that Jaehyun would confess first. Was it childish and mean to keep him on hold until he confessed? Yes. Would it benefit you fifty dollars in the end? Also yes. Would you end up spending it on a gift for him? That was how you justified your actions, so probably yes as well.

To your dismay, he never took the bait you gave him. You wondered if Seunghyub had the same deal with Jaehyun as you did with Jaekyung.

The food you ordered ended up at your doorstep eventually, leaving a big smile on Jaehyun’s face. Before you could even sit down, he had opened the boxes and started eating. When you finally sat next to him, you noticed the grumpy look on his face.

“Hey, I bought this chicken for you,” you reasoned, knowing full well why he was making that face. “Enjoy it or I’ll eat it all for you.” You reached for the chicken in his hands playfully, and he pulled away, jumping off his chair in a frenzy.

“I will eat this myself, deliciously,” he said quickly, taking another bite out of the fried chicken. “But I can’t believe you got this instead of jjajangmyeon…”

“Sorry, but this is less messy. I don’t want you to be staining anything like last time.”

He finished eating without any more objections. When you both started to get ready again, you waited in the living room for him to finish changing, and you heard a yelp.

“We have to go!” he shouted after a second. You chuckled as he ran out of the bathroom with his shoes in his hands. “Come on!”

Rather than scolding you for being a little late, Jaekyung winked at you as you walked in the doors. You squinted back at her. Luckily, Jaehyun was avoiding his sister’s gaze like the plague.

After you and Jaehyun sat down with plates of desserts, some of which you had helped to make, you noticed that you had gotten a few text messages.

“Oh, hey, your sister texted me,” you said; you hadn’t read them yet.

“What does she have to be texting you about?” he scoffed, his mouth already half full of cupcake. He leaned over and skimmed the messages with you. Immediately his eyes went wide and his face bright red.

Jaekyung: You and your date look good together 👀👀👀

Jaekyung: Did he confess yet???

You didn’t have time to be embarrassed. Without making eye contact with Jaehyun, you snatched your phone up and typed back a quick reply.

Y/N: We’ve been caught he saw that mission abort

Jaekyung: Well tell him to check his phone

Jaehyun’s phone buzzed from his pocket. By the way he seemed to shrink even more, you weren’t sure if you wanted to know what she was telling him.

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Jaehyun cleared his throat and nudged your arm. “I grabbed an extra brownie for you.”

“There were brownies?”

He smiled at you. Right now, he seemed a little less...well, Jaehyun than usual. For once, he seemed something like a little more quiet and mature.

“I figured you didn’t see them. That’s why I took an extra.”

The groom’s best man stood up and got everyone’s attention. He gave a funny, endearing little speech, and then Jaekyung’s maid of honor did the same.

“Ah, that’s me,” Jaehyun mumbled.

He stood at the microphone and delivered exactly the speech you had expected from him. He loved his sister just as much as he loved his opportunity to embarrass her.

He sat down next to you with a dramatic little flair. “How did I do?” he asked you, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

“Close your mouth,” you told him.

He obliged, but his eyebrows shot up in surprise and he looked very confused.

You leaned in and gave him a small peck on the lips. “You did great,” you said, returning his mischievous grin.

He still looked incredibly confused and his eyebrows were somehow even higher. “I-I like you,” he stuttered.

Seunghyub leaned forward and tapped your shoulders. “But who gets the money?” he asked.

Hweseung

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Fell from the Sky (Hwayugi-Inspired AU)(Part 1)

~Rachel~

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When Cha Hun fell from the sky and landed at your feet, you had no idea he’d bring your entire world crashing down with him.

Cha Hun x Reader

Content (for the whole fic): amnesia, fluff, kissing, secret relationship, implied violence, near-death experience

Word Count: 3.9k

Also disclaimer from the future: I started writing this with not nearly as much knowledge about Korean culture as I had when I finished it. It’s definitely cringe sometimes and do I stand by it? Not all the way but this was my first like Big Long Fic so I leave it here as a mark of my growth I guess? Idk I have a thing against taking down previous art. Also I wrote this before I knew Kwangjin talked bad about the other members whoops I just thought it was a dating scandal that got him kicked out

It all started when he fell from the sky and landed at your feet.

He fell with a loud smack against the concrete of the sidewalk at a speed too great to have just tripped and fallen over in front of you, but the way he groaned and pushed himself up off the ground made it seem like he had fallen a few feet out of a tree. There were no trees near enough for that.

He dusted himself off, his clothes torn and disheveled—and maybe a little burned?—but not totally trashed. He looked up at you after a moment, seeing you frozen in the same position that you were in when he had landed.

His eyes widened in horror.

“Are you okay?” he asked you suddenly. “I could have crushed you! Ah, imagine if you had just been a step further—I probably scared you, I’m so sorry! You’re not hurt are you?”

“Are you?!” you exclaimed. “You just fell from nowhere; how are you not hurt? Yes, you could have killed me but you did not. What the heck? How far up were you? What’s going on?”

“Don’t worry about me. I’m okay, see?” He gestured to himself, pointing out that he didn’t appear to be injured. “Well, I guess my clothes aren’t in the best shape, but I’m not hurt at all,” he promised.

You looked him up and down, noticing that his posture didn’t seem to be out of the ordinary. “Okay,” you agreed begrudgingly. “Fair enough.”

He seemed satisfied with that. “And you’re sure you’re okay?”

You smirked a little bit. “I’m not the one that just fell from the sky.”

“Okay,” he chuckled. “Fair enough.”

You stood awkwardly for a moment.

You took a breath and, with your hands, gestured vague intent to leave. “I’m gonna--”

“Actually,” he cut you off, “I’m sorry if this is awkward, but I haven’t been to Seoul for a while. I could use some help if you’re not busy.”

He looked very apologetic and hopeful. His almost breathtaking good looks didn’t hurt his case either.

“You caught me on my day off,” you said. “I was just on my way home from meeting a friend, and I don’t have any other plans for today.”

His apologetic smile suddenly became much brighter. Your heart skipped a beat; if you didn’t stop looking at him, you thought you might stop functioning entirely. “So I’m not throwing a wrench in any of your plans?”

You returned his smile. “Not at all.”

“Fantastic!” he expressed brightly. “I’ll buy you food, then. As thanks.”

“Ah, you don’t have to.”

“But I want to. I might not have ruined your plans, but I ruined your peaceful afternoon off.”

Any other man would have given you indefinite red flags at this point. You weren’t sure why, but he didn’t give off any, despite the strange circumstances. Although you didn’t know why, it seemed as though you already knew each other.

“Okay,” you conceded. “Let’s find you some clothes first, though.”

He looked down once again at himself, noting that if his clothes were any more ripped or slightly charred, he would be in a very embarrassing position indeed. “That’s probably a good idea.”

It struck you as odd that he didn’t check price tags when he looked for something new. It wasn’t like you had led him to a particularly expensive clothing store, but still. Without even a glance at a price tag, he found an outfit to his liking--and he looked even better than before. Not like it was surprising that he looked better in clothes that weren’t torn to shreds. It was surprising how handsome he was in general, but in clothes that fit him? Wow.

Anyway.

After falling from the sky he did still have his wallet, which was good news for you, considering both that new clothes would not have been in your budget and that he had promised to buy you food, which would not have been possible had he not had money.

“Are you sure I’m not showing a wrench in your plans for today?” he checked again.

“You’re not,” you affirmed. “I promise.”

His eyes sparkled with some sort of fondness that didn’t make sense. The way he looked at you was the way you thought someone would look at someone they knew well, even were in love with. You had never met him before, though, had you? You would have remembered someone this charming and handsome.

“I can thank you properly, then,” he said.

I haven’t done anything, though, you thought.

“It’s lucky, my favorite tteokbokki place in the city isn’t far from here.”

You talked as you walked, and you found yourself admiring his voice almost as much as his looks. It was smooth and sweet, perfectly matching his face and his courteous, gentlemanly aura.

As it turned out, the tteokbokki place he took you to was actually your favorite tteokbokki place in Seoul. The thought Is he stalking me or is this just a coincidence? briefly crossed your mind, but to be honest, this didn’t come as much of a surprise. It felt like it would be stranger if he had taken you somewhere else.

He opened the door for you and as you walked in, one of the employees welcomed you in with barely a glance upward, but as Hun followed, he snapped to attention.

“Hun?” the boy asked as he rushed up to him. “What are you doing here?”

Hun smiled mischievously at the boy. “I owe her some thanks and I don’t know a place that makes better tteokbokki than this.”

The boy’s expression dropped to become more serious. “That’s not what I mean and you know it.”

“Is a guy not allowed to come back to Seoul every once in a while?” Hun had become a little more rigid, trying to convey wordlessly for this kid to drop the subject.

He seemed to pick up the message, warily looking back between you and Hun. He backed off both physically--taking a step back-- and with his tone. “I just didn’t think you’d be back this soon, I guess.”

“Me neither,” Hun said, relaxing as well. “It just felt right.”

The boy nodded resignedly. “You want me to grab Kwangjin for you?” he asked, taking a few more steps away.

Hun’s smile shifted once more, this time to seem more like a reminiscent shadow than the joyful grin he had shown you. “I’d like that, yeah.” He began to step away as well, leading you to an empty table. “Thanks, Hwan.”

You sat down across from him, curious about his relations to this place. You yourself were a regular here since you discovered it when you first came to live in Seoul.

“Do you know the owner here?” you asked.

“We go way back, yeah,” he said, smiling. Once again, there was sadness behind his words and his smile. “I know most of the employees, too, but that’s another story.”

“That’s pretty cool,” you said. “I come here a lot, actually, but I don’t think I’ve ever really talked to anyone here.”

Just like that, the twinkle in his eyes was back. “You’ll like them, I think. They--” he stopped abruptly, as something had caught his attention. “Is there something on your sleeve?”

“What?” You flipped your arms to look at your coat sleeves and sure enough, a black streak marred the light fabric on your right forearm. “How did that get there?”

Hun leaned forward to get a better look at the stain. He took your arm in his hands, then brushed his thumb over the streak. To both of your horror, the streak spread slightly, leaving ashy residue on his thumb.

“This coat was a gift,” you sighed, upset as you examined the streak further. Had you brushed up against something? This didn’t look like a dirt or food stain. “Do you think this’ll come out?”

“I hope so,” he worried. “There’s a bathroom over there if you want to try to wash it out.”

“It’s okay--I can just do it at home.”

“But the longer you wait, the more likely it is to stay, right?”

“I guess so, but I feel like I’d be wasting your time.”

“Don’t worry about that,” he reassured you. “I really don’t mind.”

You shrugged off your coat and stood up. “I’ll be fast,” you promised.

Being careful not to soak your sleeve, considering it was March and a wet coat was the last thing you needed to keep warm, you tried to wet down the stain indirectly by running your fingers under the faucet and dabbing the stain with them. The more you looked at it, the more it reminded you of the burn marks on Hun’s clothes right after he had fallen from nowhere. How would your coat have gotten burned though?

Curious, you brought the coat sleeve up to your nose and realized that the streak did indeed smell like burned wool. That left you even more confused.

After a few minutes, you realized that the burned streak was going nowhere, although you did get quite a bit of ash off. You looked at the coat sadly, not happy with the thought of replacing it.

You remembered saying that you had gotten it as a gift, and that had to have been true; it was too nice for you to have bought it for yourself. However, as you tried to remember who had given it to you, you drew a blank.

Dismayed and confused, you walked back to the table with your coat in your arms.

Standing by the table were four men talking to Hun. Well, honestly, three of them looked more like boys, but it didn’t matter. As you approached slowly, you recognized one as Hwan, the employee that had greeted you, as well as the man that you thought might have been the owner. You might not have known his name, but you had been here enough times to recognize him in the context of the restaurant.

“Dongsungie is doing okay?” one of the boys asked.

“Hey, do you think I would let anything happen to him?” Hun answered, looking more serious than when he was talking to you earlier.

“Well, no,” Hwan admitted, “but we just miss him a lot.”

“He’s happy, right?” the third boy asked. “He’s adjusting well to being--”

The oldest of the group, the one you recognized as the owner, finally noticed you standing by the table, having set your coat on your chair.

“Oh, (Y/N),” he said quickly, cutting the boy off.”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. “You know my name?” you asked, suddenly searching through your memories for having talked to him before.

“I gave it to him,” Hun said hurriedly, almost like he was trying to cover for something. “This is my friend Kwangjin. He’s the owner.”

“Ah--hi,” you greeted him with an awkward nod.

“I hear you’re somewhat of a regular?” Kwangjin questioned. He was handsome, too, but he looked a little...manlier than Hun.

“Yeah,” you said, smiling bashfully. “Prices are reasonable and I’ve always felt kind of at home here, I guess.”

“Well I hope you keep coming back,” he laughed. “Hun, make sure to stop by again if you make any more surprise trips to Seoul.”

“Hey, it’s not like I have many other places to go,” Hun chuckled.

The boys all left you alone just like that, so you sat together and waited for them to bring you your food.

As you conversed, Hun kept watching the boys with an odd look on his face. Regret? Nostalgia? You couldn’t really tell. It was less masked than when Hwan had first brought up Kwangjin.

“You seem like you used to be close to them,” you remarked after a bit, hoping you could hear the story.

He smiled downward and you still couldn’t discern what he was feeling. “Close like you wouldn’t believe,” he responded.

He didn’t want to talk about it, that much you could tell. Either that or he couldn’t talk about it. So you tried asking about something that might have been easier.

“How long has it been since you’ve been to Seoul?”

He still looked hesitant, but not quite as closed off as he was about his friends. “Technically not that long,” he said, “but I don’t get to make a lot of contact with people here when I’m away, so it feels like I’ve been gone longer.”

“That makes sense,” you said with a sympathetic nod. “Where do you go when you’re gone, then?”

There was that wall again, of something he didn’t want to or couldn’t talk about.

“Abroad,” he said simply.

Once again, it occurred to you that this guy should be giving you red flags all over the place. He was so suspicious considering how vague he was about the details of his own life and, perhaps stranger, the way he spoke with you made it seem like you had known each other for much longer than just today. The more you looked at him, the more familiar he seemed.

But your gut--or maybe your heart?--told you that you could trust him.

One of the boys from earlier set your food on the table, jarring you from your thoughts. He was the one that Kwangjin had cut off when he had noticed you.

“Thanks, Chulmin,” Hun said.

“Be careful,” he responded, giving Hun a pointed, concerned look. “We just made this batch fresh, so it’s really hot.”

You got the feeling that the temperature of the food was not what he was talking about when he gave Hun that warning, but you decided not to question it.

As you snatched up your first rice cake, he finally stopped making awkward small talk.

“You want to know something about Kwangjin?” he asked.

You nodded curiously as you stuck the rice cake in your mouth.

Hun mustered up the most serious face you had seen as of yet and told you, “He used to have his hair grown out past his shoulders.”

You nearly spat your rice cake out. In disbelief, you looked back and forth between Hun’s unsmiling face and Kwangjin, with his hair styled smartly off his forehead, who was helping customers pay with a bright, professional smile.

“You’re kidding.”

“I am not. Around the same time, my hair was bleached and almost down to my shoulders.”

“No, you’re kidding!” you exclaimed, trying to call his bluff. “You can’t be serious!”

He finally broke his deadpan when he couldn’t hold back his smile anymore. “It was a few years back,” he said. “I don’t have any pictures with me, but his hair was prettier than a lot of girls’s.”

“And yours?”

His face split into a grin as he laughed. “It had its moments.”

“Ah, come on, you can’t just leave it at that.”

“I’ll just say that I wouldn’t do it again.”

“But would Kwangjin?”

You earned another laugh. “Probably not, but I’d like to see it from him.”

Without revealing too much about himself, you noticed, he was able to get you laughing with stories of his past. Each story struck something in you, and that feeling of familiarity that you had with Hun kept nagging at the back of your mind. It all sounded like you knew what was going to happen next as if you’d heard the stories before.

“That sounds like something my friends and I did when we were younger,” you said once.

His eyebrows raised. “What’s your story then?”

“The story is almost the same as yours,” you said. “I don’t think it would do much good to tell it again.”

His eyes were wide and curious. “No, no, I want to hear it,” he pushed.

“Okay, if you say so,” you relented. You tried to recall your memory, but it was fuzzy. “I might have been in high school? No, I feel like I was older than that. It wouldn’t have happened after college, but I feel like it happened longer ago than that.” You set your chopsticks down to try and focus. “Let me think for a second.”

It seemed that the more you tried to remember, the fuzzier the experience seemed. You couldn’t even remember who else was involved. It troubled you that you couldn’t remember the specifics of something that you were sure had happened to you. It was just like trying to remember who gave you your coat.

Hun poked your hand with the other end of his chopstick. “It’s okay if you don’t remember too well,” he comforted you.

“It’s just weird,” you said. “I knew I remembered something, but the second I tried to remember it, I couldn’t remember anything about it.” You shook your head in confusion. “What was I even trying to remember?”

“You were trying to remember the time that you convinced Kwangjin to trick me into kissing him.” His eyes widened in horror as he realized the words that had just come out of his mouth.

You smiled, though, as if reminiscing on the good old days. “I can’t believe he actually did it,” you chuckled. “The look on your face--there was murder in your eyes…”

Your eyes glazed over and your face went blank.

Hun stared at you, his mouth hanging open.

What in the heavens was that?

Clang!

You snapped back into reality, looking around to see what had been dropped on the floor to make that sound. Your heart was beating wildly until you found the source: one of the boys that worked there--the one you hadn’t met yet--had dropped a metal tray on the ground.

He had likely just dropped off an order and was taking the tray back into the kitchen, but now he stood still, as if under a spell--and he was looking straight at you.

Once you met his eyes, though, he blinked and noticed his surroundings. He bowed awkwardly to the rest of the patrons and apologized. Then, he picked up the tray he’d dropped and rushed into the kitchen. You saw Kwangjin go back to meet him while Chulmin covered the register.

“What was that?” you asked, chuckling nervously, watching the kitchen door to see if you could catch anything more. Hun didn’t answer right away, so you kept talking. “Did you see that? He was looking right at me.”

You turned to look back at him to find that he was staring at you, too. The employee’s face had been surprised and maybe a little afraid, but Hun’s face was so different. The surprise was there, sure, but he looked hurt, too, and lost, a little in awe, but so, so sad.

“Hun?”

Your gentle voice broke the spell over him. He looked down at the table and back up at you, flashing a quick smile before returning his gaze to the table. “Sorry,” he said.

“Y-you’re fine.”

“It’s just--” he took a breath as he looked anywhere but your eyes-- “you remind me of someone I used to be close to. They must see it, too.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that. A lot of thoughts were running through your head. How similar must you be that others would see it too? In looks? In personality? Why would that be surprising enough to drop something? To have been looking at you the way either of them had been looking at you? Was that why he had treated you in the first place?

“Sorry,” Hun said again. “You don’t need to worry yourself about that.”

“But now I’m curious,” you said, hiding your concern in favor of finally learning something about this man. “Used to be close to as in the boys here or something different?”

He looked extremely hesitant to give an answer, but he spat one out almost immediately in spite of that. “A little bit of both?”

“Ah, so like a girlfriend?” you ventured.

“P-pretty much, yeah,” he said. He shrank into himself, looking more uncomfortable by the second.

“I won’t ask you any more, don’t worry.”

“Mm-mmhmm, yeah,” he replied awkwardly.

You had mostly stopped eating at that point, and so had he. He must have noticed, too.

“If you’re done, then you can leave if you want,” he offered. “I’m paying, so you’re free.”

“Ah...right,” you responded.

You still had questions, but you didn’t know if you really knew him well enough not to leave. Looking back, your whole interaction had been so strange, almost like out of a drama. You could feel that you were the character that knew nothing, and he was the character that knew everything. How frustrating that was.

“Actually, I’ve got a question or two I still want you to answer before I go,” you said.

Hun perked up, both excitedly and defensively. “Oh?”

“And if they’re not questions that are easy to answer, you can just say that and I’ll go my way.”

He sat for a second and mulled it over before he finally said, seemingly against his better judgment, “Ask me anything.”

You took your chance. “I mean, firstly, why did you fall out of the sky?”

He seemed surprised by that question. “Oh, well--” he stammered sheepishly-- “that’s a hard question to answer.”

You shrugged in disappointed acknowledgment. “I figured, yeah. So here’s my other question.” You made sharp eye contact, ready to get some sort of answer whether he gave it to you verbally or not. “Do you know me somehow?”

The look on his face told you everything you needed to know.

Yes.

Yes, he did know you.

“That’s a hard question too.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “But...why is that a hard question?”

Hun’s face fell into his hands. “That’s a hard question, too.”

You let out a frustrated sigh. All of these red flags had built up and were starting to get you moving past your denial. Any normal person would say that he was stalking you or something like that--that he was a danger to you. But every molecule in your heart told you that you were safer with him than anyone else you had ever met.

“If we ever meet again…” you began. You made sure your eyes were once again locked with his. “You need to promise me that you’ll tell me.”

He looked like he had a million things to say to you, and he did. And if he stayed with you a minute longer, the dam would burst and he’d spill everything. And that would be very bad for everyone involved.

“Put your hand out, palm up,” he requested, sitting up straight.

“Why?” you questioned.

“Trust me, it’s not for anything weird.”

You warily obliged.

He reached his hand out toward yours, then slid his palm across yours towards him.

“It’s a deal,” he said. “When I see you again, I’ll tell you everything.”

If you had still been who you used to be, you would have seen a circle of light hovering above where his hand had just touched.

“Now close your hand,” he told you.

You did so, and the circle of light absorbed into your hand, closing the deal--not that you could see it. But he could.

He promised himself that he would find a way to make it come true. Not seeing you ever again wasn’t an option for him.

Part 2

#n.flying #nflying #n flying #cha hun #cha hun nflying #cha hun n.flying #cha hun n flying #cha hun x reader #n.flying x reader #nflying x reader #n flying x reader #n.flying fanfic #n.flying fiction #n.flying au #fell from the sky #inspired by hwayugi and their song fall with you #rachel #i am a MUCH slower writer than megan is BUT i'm 6 years older and more experienced

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kbandtrash · 2 years

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NF Idol GF (Seunghyub)

~Rachel~

The one that you specifically asked for anon and it came last lol. He's my bias too lol inspiration was just slow

Masterlist

Content: established relationship, secret relationship, fluff

Word Count: .7k

After your debut you could swear every other word out of his mouth was collab

Like a cover on youtube, an original song that never makes it off of soundcloud, a cover stage together, a feature, he doesn’t care

He just wants to sing with you and share it

The only trouble is he can’t stop smiling at you long enough to remember his lines

He wants to do another [Love & Respect Arrange] of your group’s songs just so he can sing your lines and ask you later what you think

Whenever the two of you have a break at the same time, you like to go on little road trips

The entire time you’re blasting music and singing your hearts out

You cook together and you sing ballads to each other in the kitchen

That’s one of the reasons he fell for you in the first place

There’s nothing quite like the way your voices blend and harmonize

It just pierces through his heart every time he hears you

When it comes to whether or not fans suspect you’re dating

This man is so slick that fans don’t even know that you know each other

SIKE

Are you kidding me???

This man can’t even remember not to say brand names on vlive

You think he wouldn’t slip up within the week?

Luckily he hasn’t called you his girlfriend in public yet

But he will reference something you said on occasion

Fans are like “...there’s gotta be something going on there right?”

But the one thing Seunghyub is good about doing is not reading any comments addressing the issue

But after the vlive he’s like a dog that’s just been called a bad boy

Pouting and apologizing so like it’s impossible to be frustrated with him

Keeping this secret is hard on both of you honestly

He wants to show you off so badly

And if you were allowed to brag about him you’d never shut up

So for now you settle for long nights spent together in the studio

Something that’s fun to do

(And keeps him focused)

Is sitting back to back on the floor

He has a guitar and you have something to write and record

And you just create together

You like to joke that if you ever got to make this like a YouTube series it would be called “I’ve got your back”

But see the other problem with releasing something/just doing music together in general is that your chemistry is very clearly romantic

When he sings with you

He sings to you

He sings for you

You catch my drift? You feel me??

And you sing with him and to him and for him and like if anyone were to witness this

It would be too obvious

You are with each other and you are for each other

Sorry getting too emo here my bias is showing though sorry

Um anyway

Jaehyun likes to gag at you

Hun third wheels off to the side to make sure you’re not being sus

Hweseung and Dongsung like to watch and commentate from afar like those two muppets

Your group members like to pretend to be your overprotective parents to try and scare him off

He finds that hilarious by the way and he plays along

But when it’s just the two of you without an instrument in sight

He always lets you know how much you matter to him

As if you didn’t already know

He gives such thoughtful compliments that you have no room to feel insecure

Oh boy and then the way he looks at you

In general

But specifically when you tell him something he needed to hear

When you give him exactly the validation he was hoping for

Oh man you could melt

And his dorky little smile gosh and when he laughs there’s just nothing like when it’s for you

He’s kinda dumb but all of the stupidity is Lovefool

He is with you and he is for you and I need to stop but gosh you’re just everything for each other

Cha Hun

#n.flying #n.flying seunghyub #nflying #n flying #n.flying x reader #lee seunghyub #lee seunghyub x reader #seunghyub

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kbandtrash · 3 years

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And All of these Little Moments (Jaehyun x Reader)

~Rachel~

Masterlist

Essentially a collection of moments I think would happen if Jaehyun were your boyfriend.

Content: fluff, extreme silliness, kissing

Word count: 1.3k

“Stupid.”

“I know, but hey!”

Everything he did made you smile. His active and physical sense of humor made sure that your cheeks always hurt at the end of the day because you couldn’t stop laughing. Your heart had never been lighter than the time that you had been with him.

“When are you going to learn that not every dare is worth your pride?”

Jaehyun sat back down on the couch next to you, putting his finger on his lips and looking up as if he were thinking hard. “Probably never,” he concluded, looking back at you. “When are you going to learn that some dares are?”

“Hmm,” you sighed, mimicking his actions. You looked at him, your eyes wide and innocent. “Probably never.”

His face split into a grin and he threw his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him. “Good. I need you to be my compass.”

You rolled your eyes, but you wrapped your arms around him anyway. “Why do I always have to be the brain between us?”

“I’m just better at being stupid, I think.” He laid his head on top of yours.

You suppressed a laugh as you snuggled into him. “That’s perfect for me.”

You were aware of the attention that the two of you were attracting as you walked along the street, but it made you want to act up further rather than stop.

What had started as an innocent act of swinging arms as the two of you held hands and walked down the street had turned into a game of who could look the most ridiculous between the two of you.

“I will fling you into the sun,” you threatened, swinging your arms almost in a full circle.

“My lunges will keep me grounded,” he fired back, his knees nearly touching the ground with every step.

“What on earth are young people doing these days?” a street food vendor complained, shooting the two of you a dirty look.

“So shameless,” one of her customers agreed.

“Not if I kick your knees out,” you countered, now swinging your legs like a wild ballerina.

“I’ll take your knees out from under you first.”

“Bet.”

“I’ve already swept you off your feet once,” he said. “I think I can do it again.”

You gasped. “Kim Jaehyun! You’re never this smooth.”

“I learned from the best,” he joked. Without warning, he scooped your knees out from under you, holding you like a baby as he spun around.

The street vendor and her customer continued looking at you somewhat disdainfully, but couldn’t help cracking at least a little bit of a smile.

“Crazy kids,” the customer chuckled.

“Youth,” the vendor agreed.

“Put me down,” you giggled after he stopped spinning.

“I will not. I’ve got the whole world in my arms, and I’m not going to let it go.”

“Jaehyun! We’re in public!”

“Why do you think I’m holding back?”

“Jaehyun!!”

—

“Would you still love me if I were a worm?”

He replied without missing a beat. “Like if you turned into a worm now or if you had always been a worm?”

“If I had always been a worm.”

He scrunched up his mouth, letting out an inquisitive “Mmm,” as he thought. “You know how I think cockroaches are cute?”

“Unfortunately.”

“I think it would be just like that.”

You fought back a laugh, trying to stay in the character of an upset girlfriend.

“So you’d just think I was cute? What about other worms? Should I be worried now?”

“No, I would love you just the same, even though all the other boys would call me crazy,” he said. He was playing his part of the well-meaning-but-ridiculous boyfriend all too well. “Dispatch would get ahold of the news that I was dating a worm and there would be a big scandal. All of N.Fia would abandon me, but I wouldn’t care.”

“Would you leave me for a worm?”

His face glowed with his amused grin as he chuckled. “I’m not attracted to worms, but I think you would be the exception.”

You exploded with laughter, unable to keep your character for any longer. He laughed with you, breaking his own character that he was holding.

“All the same, I’m glad you’re not a worm,” he admitted. “I prefer you human-sized and not slimy.”

“Prove it,” you challenged him, puckering your lips comically.

His grin was so wide that he nearly wasn’t able to oblige.

—

You waited outside his door for him to open it and let you inside. Back and forth you swayed, hiding the bouquet of flowers poorly behind your back. It was something you had always wanted to try, giving him flowers, but you had been saving the idea for his birthday.

It was April, nowhere near July, but you saw the flowers while you were shopping and the colors reminded you of him.

The locks on the door started to click as Jaehyun unlocked them. You sprang to attention, drawing yourself up to your full height and bringing your hands closer to your back so as to conceal the bouquet.

He opened the door and couldn’t help but smile when he saw you grinning on the other side. “Ah, how did I get so lucky?” he sighed, admiring you all dressed up, yet he was still unaware of the flowers. “Come on in for a second. I just have to get my shoes on and then we can go.”

Still holding the flowers behind your back, you bounced through the doorway. Even though he had held the door open for you, Jaehyun hadn’t noticed the flowers yet. He sat down on the step of his entryway and started putting his shoes on.

“Jaehyun,” you said, trying to catch his attention.

“Yeah?” he responded, tying his shoelaces.

You rolled your eyes and brought the flowers in front of you. “I brought you something.”

“Oh?” He looked up, at last, finding you crouching in front of him with the flowers held close in front of your face. “O-oh!”

You lowered the flowers and stole a quick kiss off his lips. “They reminded me of you.”

He looked up and down between you and the flowers several times, his mouth open in a small “o” shape. “They’re for me?”

Your smile grew bigger as you nodded.

His hands wrapped around yours on the stems of the bouquet. For once in his life, he was at a loss for words. He let out a laugh, his face breaking into a smile. His words were all caught in his throat, or at least that’s what he thought the lump forming there was made of. It wasn’t until he sniffed and raised one of his hands to his face to rub his eyes that you realized he was trying not to cry.

“Let’s get these in a vase,” you said gently, wondering if you were going to cry yourself. One at a time, you worked your hands out from under his so you could leave the flowers in his hands. You slipped your shoes off and headed towards the kitchen to find something to put them in.

As you looked around the kitchen, wondering where he might keep something large enough to support the bouquet, you heard frantic mismatched steps follow you into the kitchen.

His arms wrapped tightly around you from behind, the flowers narrowly missing your face. With his face buried in your shoulder, he whispered, “I love you.”

You set your hands atop his, stroking them lightly with your thumbs. “I love you, too.”

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, almost childlike in his tone.

Your smile grew wider. “I should hope you can.”

Immediately after you turned to face him, his arms, still wrapped around you, pulled you somehow even deeper into his embrace, and his lips met yours, impossibly softly and sweetly.

#n.flying #nflying #n flying #kim jaehyun x reader #Kim jaehyun #n.flying x reader #n.flying jaehyun #and all of these little moments #jaehyun n.flying

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