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kbandtrash · 2 months

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For Me (Sungjin x Reader)

~Rachel~

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Raised to believe that as the princess of your kingdom, the luxury of your upbringing was justification for your distinct unhappiness, you find yourself fantasizing about the one person who's ever seen you as more than a woman: the castle librarian.

Content: Royal au, implied emotional abuse, witty banter, perhaps over-the-top attempt at a period writing style, mutual pining, friends to lovers, unwanted arranged marriage, assassination attempt, knives, panic attack, happy ending :) lowkey lowkey inspired by Barbie in The Princess and the Pauper

Word Count: 10.1k

“She is here to meet a proper suitor,” the governess told Sungjin coldly. “You will not be getting in the way.”

Sungjin sucked in a breath with a grimace as he straightened his jacket in the mirror. “And what makes you think I’m here for anything other than the feast?” He turned to face the governess properly. “While I am an excellent dancer, I have no interest in stealing away the princess’s chance at meeting an advantageous match.”

The governess seethed at his nonchalant reply. It was by the princess’s request that the librarian had been invited to a royal event in the first place, and she was going to get to the bottom of it. “It seems you needed no reminder,” she noted sharply. “At least you already know your place.”

“It’s been made clear to me many times before tonight,” Sungjin replied, side-eyeing her as he left the dressing room. “Don’t say useless things.”

—

You sighed wistfully as you looked out from the balcony at the boy on the lawn. “Lucy, do you think he would be bothered if I asked him what he was reading?” you asked your lady in waiting.

“Almost certainly,” she replied bluntly, sharing in your afternoon fantasy. “But perhaps not if you asked him how he was liking it.”

“Oh, no, I think that might bother him more.” You giggled. “I say this as if I have any intention of courting.”

“This is news to me,” a voice interrupted you from the shade. You turned to see Sungjin leaning against the balcony doors, a few familiar books under his arm. “You speak of a new crush every week and yet you have no intention of courting?”

“The crush is the only fun part, Mr. Park,” you said with a feigned serious tone. “If I’m not to marry for love, then why get in too deep to let go in an instant?”

You searched for any pity in his expression, but he either hid it well or truly only felt amusement at your statement. “Is that why I’m the only man you talk to?” he quipped in return.

Lucy tried to hide her explosive laugh as a cough.

You looked Sungjin up and down. “A man? Would I talk to you if I saw you that way?”

The cough worsened, and Lucy had to excuse herself, rushing past Sungjin to get the privacy she needed to regain her composure.

Sungjin’s blithe amusement was unaffected, or at least undamaged. He stepped forward and brandished his books at you. “I’ve taken the liberty of removing these from your chamber and replacing them with some books your governess recommended.”

Your jaw dropped in indignation. “But was it not by your recommendation that I had those books in the first place?”

“Times change quickly, your highness,” he said, waving the books at you once more before tucking them back under his arm. “If these caught your interest as far as your bookmarks in them, I’m sure you’ll have a splendid time with your new books.”

“That’s not a fair criterion,” you argued. “If I’d had any time for myself, you would have had those books back a week ago.”

“Excuses are easy to come by,” he chided, stepping back toward the balcony doors. “I prefer to judge by action.”

—

He took your hand gently and led you to the dance floor with his hand on the small of your back. You then gave each other a courteous bow and curtsy before he took your hand once more and rested his hand on your waist. You tried not to trouble his shoulder with the weight of your hand.

“Is it alright if I share a burden with you, Mr. Park?” you asked as cheerfully as you could muster, studying the details on his jacket.

He didn’t answer right away, and you could feel his eyes on you, trying to get you to meet them. “Is it something I’m already aware of?”

“Most likely,” you answered, surely failing to hide behind your usual grin. “I can’t imagine someone as sharp-minded as yourself could have let this slip by.”

He hesitated once more before asking a second question. “Will sharing this really make it lighter?”

Your face truly began to falter now, and you couldn’t keep your lips from frowning. “Probably not, but I do suppose it depends on your response.”

He brought his hand up from your waist to tilt your chin gently upward, a final plea for you to meet his eyes. “I’m afraid I might make it worse, indeed.”

As tears threatened to spill over, you hid your face on his shoulder. He held you a little closer. “I was afraid you might say that.” You drew in a deep breath and stood yourself up straight, determining yourself to look into his eyes once more. “But I think I still want to try saying this once.”

“Princess…”

“I love you, Sungjin.” You looked down, unable to hold his gaze. “But of all the luxuries and choices granted to me in life, love is not one of them.”

“I love you, too, (Y/N).”

You had never thought that honest words could cut like lies. “For the sake of your heart, I hope it passes soon.”

—

“Really, Mr. Park, you must stop snooping through my things.”

“You left this out specifically for me to read,” he argued, “and I will not tolerate a word otherwise.”

You humphed self-righteously. “Well, since you’ve read it anyway…”

“I’ve already marked the edits I suggest you make.” He handed the papers back to you. “You are quite careless with your grammar.”

“Just the grammar?” You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “Is that all you have to comment on?”

He reached forward and tapped on a paperclip at the back of the stack of papers. “My commentary on the content couldn’t fit in the margins—which are messy, by the way—but it couldn’t fit in the margins with the grammar suggestions, so I had to take down my notes on new paper.”

“Three—” You had pulled his notes to the front of the stack as he had spoken, and you were appalled to find just how many pages he had used. “Three pages? I only wrote four, and you wrote three pages of criticism?”

“Three sheets,” he corrected. “Front and back. Six pages.”

“Six—!” You took a deep breath and set your hands on your hips, trying to stuff down your frustration. “I wrote four pages of philosophy, and you wrote six pages of criticism, not to mention filled the margins of the original four with grammar corrections?”

He didn’t smile, but you caught the twinkle in his eyes. “You think so lowly of me, your highness.”

“I can’t imagine you would write any praise.”

“And so lowly of yourself, as well,” he chided. “Only the first page is criticism. I actually found your piece intriguing enough to write you a response.”

You felt like you had swallowed a mouthful of air. Sungjin, the great and esteemed librarian of the royal palace, had found your thoughts interesting enough to write five pages in response to the original four.

You cleared your throat. “You flatter me.”

“Ah, well,” he said, clearing his throat as well. “Perhaps you’ve finally earned some praise.”

—

Luckily, your downtrodden mood went unnoticed by the rest of the guests. Well, perhaps unluckily. That meant that all of the potential suitors you had met were all self-absorbed snobs with no real interest in you as a person. It wasn’t like you really expected more out of a political marriage, but you hoped for someone that at least cared enough to notice that you were hurting.

Sungjin sat with some other guests that you had invited from the palace staff, enjoying the food as promised, and was soon joined briefly by your governess. She looked uneasy.

“I’d like to apologize,” she offered, taking the seat next to him in order to rest her feet for a moment. “I believe I was unnecessarily harsh.”

“Perhaps I did need the reminder,” Sungjin disagreed, watching you dance with another noble that paid no attention to you even as your hands were intertwined. He could see your expression even from this distance—miserable and barely hiding it. “I believe you and I are the only two people in the room that know of her intellectual caliber, and the only two that care.”

The governess chewed on that, deciding the librarian’s words to be true and taking them as the tragedy that they were. “Of all the luxuries and choices granted to her in life, as she likes to say…” Sungjin nodded in acknowledgement. “I think the books used to be her distraction, and then you came with the books. However, she will be a fine queen someday, and your willingness to challenge her is certainly a factor in that.”

“If her husband will ever allow her a word in edgewise,” Sungjin scoffed. “She’s better suited for leadership than any of the men here for her hand.”

The governess raised her glass toward Sungjin. “I’ll toast to that.”

He clinked his water glass with her champagne, although he didn’t understand what exactly they were toasting to. He knew he could never stay by your side, but he couldn’t stand to see your growth suffocated in order to satisfy some other man’s picture of an ideal wife. The choice you were giving up wasn’t just love, but to live your life as yourself. He wondered who had convinced you that a life of royal luxury was worth trading your identity.

—

“Now, who is burning the midnight oil in my library?” Sungjin’s voice came out deeper and raspier than he had thought it would. Then again, it was quite time for him to be asleep, and he did hope he sounded intimidating.

“What’s this of midnight oil?” your voice came from the other side of the shelves. “The sun has only just set, has it not?”

Sungjin, in his pajamas and night cap, rounded the corner of the last shelf before the table you sat at. The sight nearly caused you to choke on your own laughter, which was certainly not becoming of a princess.

He raised his eyebrow at you. “I’m quite certain if you stay up much longer, you’ll be greeted by the sun rising once again.”

You stopped your giggling immediately, placing your bookmark and slamming your book shut. “You must be joking.”

“I would never joke about something as serious as interrupting my bedtime.”

He was absolutely serious; you could read it in his posture. As ridiculous as he looked, he was not pleased. In fact, the longer you looked, the more disturbing the shadows of the candlelight on his face were. He looked rather like a solemn ghost reminding you to sleep, lest he haunt you—

You lost your composure again, imagining the librarian as a nagging specter. He didn’t so much as raise an eyebrow. “My apologies, you just look like—” you had to pause to fight off your laughter— “you look so silly.”

“I think you simply need to leave my library and get yourself to bed,” he said. “Your academic sobriety already leaves much to be desired when you’re well-rested. Don’t make it worse.”

Perhaps it was the hour of the night finally setting in, and you were exhausted after all, but you could have sworn there was fondness in his eyes when he bid you goodnight and shut the library doors behind you. However, you thought perhaps you weren’t mistaken about it when he opened the doors once again to shuffle after you in his slippers, berating himself for nearly allowing a lady to walk alone across the castle in the dead of night.

—

The marriage date had been set. Although not one of the suitors had managed to impress you enough to give him a second glance, a few had appealed to the king, and he had chosen one for you. You didn’t know why you were so upset. You had known all your life that this was the role you had been born into, and you had spent your life preparing accordingly. What was the difference now that it was actually upon you?

All of your duties now were wedding-related. Not a second was free for you to spend loitering around the library, which you tried to convince yourself was a good thing. If you weren’t around him, you would stop thinking about him eventually. Your unnecessary crush wasn’t even your most impeding problem; the books that he took such good care of were no longer yours to peruse. The life of rigorous study that you had loved was no longer yours, either.

You supposed you had taken advantage of this for far too long; what place had you ever had among the books, anyway? Dress fittings, etiquette lessons, those were things you should have been spending your time with in the first place. Now you were playing catch-up because you had been allowed to choose between something you wanted and something you needed.

Upon returning to your chamber for the evening after a day of decoration approval, you noticed a book sitting on your vanity—not your desk, where the last of your books remained. Someone had placed it there for you, and you nearly tore yourself in half resisting the urge to snatch it up and read it immediately.

There was only one person it could be from; only one person was bold enough to trespass like this. However, you were trying to prepare yourself for the life you would soon be living, and indulging in this couldn’t possibly make it easier for you. Still, you wandered closer to your desk, wary of the book as if it would burst into flames.

There was an envelope on top of the book, addressed to you in handwriting so lovely and calling you so rudely by your given name. His handwriting had been the bane of your existence so many times, yet you had never seen your name in it. He had added no flourish to it—in fact, there were a few little drops of ink from his quill staining the envelope—but you had never liked the sight of your own name more. Or hated it.

Before you knew it, the envelope was in your hands, and you delicately turned it over. He hadn’t even bothered to seal it properly. He must have known that any obstacle to his letter would have turned you away from it. If only it had been sealed, it might have brought you to your senses.

You turned it over again, admiring his handwriting once more, but turning it so quickly wafted the scent of the paper to your nose. You smiled without realizing it; you wouldn’t have thought of him as the type to use a lilac scent. Why was it only now that you were learning the sweetest things about him? It was like the Fates didn’t want you to let him go.

Rather than the books of philosophy and politics he would usually recommend you, this book was a work of fiction. By the look of it, he must have bought a new copy for you. The letter that came with it must have contained some explanation as to why he had given it to you, but you cared far too much to let yourself read it. You weren’t certain you would ever read the book, either.

You sat on your bed and stopped trying to fight the tears you had holding back since the ball. It was of no use to continue explaining to yourself that you had no right to feel this way. It wouldn’t stop you from feeling this way, so the least you could do, now that you were in only your own company, was admit your feelings to yourself. Instead of repressing them, you needed to let them go.

—

The air of the castle was far too stuffy in the summer, and on a night like tonight, opening the window simply wasn’t enough. You needed to go outside and experience the night air for yourself.

It was no easy task to convince the guards that you didn’t need them or your lady in waiting around for a half-hour stroll around the grounds, but eventually they let you out. You were almost certain that they would have someone tailing you, but as long as you couldn’t see or hear them, you would pay them no mind. The illusion of a moment of solitude would have to do.

As you admired the crescent moon and the stars splashed across the night sky, your illusion came to an end. Whether or not someone had sent him after you, knowing that his company was one you would never rebuke, you didn’t know, but Sungjin had come around the castle from the opposite direction. You intended just to pass by him at first with a cordial nod, but the way his eyebrows raised in something that seemed to you to be surprise or disdain managed to offend you enough to talk to him.

“Am I not allowed to explore my own home?” you asked sharply.

This had been exactly the reaction he had wanted to get out of you. He stopped and turned to face you slowly, his expression now perfectly polite. “Did I say anything contrary?” Before you could fire back a retort, he continued, “Well, perhaps there is something to be said about the hour of your excursion, but who am I to criticize you?”

Every witty thing you could have come back with vanished from your mind. “Yes, quite so,” you said smartly. “You are out at the very same hour.”

“An excellent observation,” he acknowledged without a hint of the patronizing tone he implied. “Every so often, I find an evening walk to be quite refreshing, but it seems the evening escaped me tonight.”

He was going to make you say it. Whether he had been sent or not to escort you tonight didn’t matter; if he was to join you, he would have to have your permission, and he wasn’t going to ask.

Well, having company wasn’t your intention, and you weren’t going to ask. Perhaps this one time, you would refute his company.

“It is a bit suffocating, isn’t it?” he asked you instead, before you could tell him to be on his way. He glanced toward the castle, and you had a feeling he was talking about something other than the heat.

“Sometimes I wish the castle were farther from the equator, in a drier part of the country,” you admitted facetiously, determined not to give him the conversation he wanted. “But I suppose a milder winter is a fair trade for the misery of summer.”

The corners of his lips rose in preparation to play your game. “You can only escape outside of the castle walls for so long.”

“As soon as I go back inside or the sun rises, I’ll be right back where I started,” you agreed, now also not quite talking about the weather. “You can’t exactly hide from the sun.”

“It is quite relentless,” he said with a nod. “Even now, it watches you by way of the moon.”

Was he the moon? Was that his implication tonight? A reflection of the sun—of your duties—but kinder in its presence. It didn’t bring the same light, but it didn’t bring the oppressive heat of the day with it, either.

“I do wish it would stay a while longer,” you mumbled, only for him to hear if he cared to answer.

You pretended to ignore him as he took his attention away from the night sky and gave it to you instead. You pretended not to see out of the corner of your eye the way his eyes sparkled with stars to rival the night sky. Most of all, you pretended not to see the way he looked at you. It would just be trouble if you tried to make something of it.

“May I escort you?” he asked, offering you his arm tenderly. “It’s still a ways to the back gate, if you would like to escape the heat a little longer.”

Perhaps you had misread his intentions tonight. You had thought he was going to make you put down your pride, but now he was simply inviting you to at much less detriment to yourself.

“Alright,” you accepted softly, taking his arm in the same manner. “I suppose some company wouldn’t be too burdensome.”

—

Your husband-to-be wasn’t necessarily unkind. He was perfectly polite, in fact, and while he clearly didn’t have any real interest in you, he did try to get to know you in the few days before the ceremony. However, this mostly consisted of asking what you knew about his interests rather than asking what yours were. In his eyes, he likely had a long way to go with you until you would become who he imagined you to be.

Perhaps if you’d had a common interest, something might have happened, but it seemed that literacy was a skill he didn’t think much of. He took his privilege for granted, and assumed someone else around him would always know what he needed to know in any situation. It didn’t seem he expected you to be in that list of people.

It was a horrible thought, but you did consider that his nation would likely be better off in your hands than his, if he died accidentally…or not. Not that you would ever do something to bring his death to pass, but it wasn’t a thought that particularly troubled you.

His eyes stared right through yours as you wondered these terrible things. He looked at you, certainly, but he couldn’t have seen less of you if he were blind. You felt like a paper doll, being dressed up and given away to someone who would likely forget you existed within a week.

As this prince went on and on about his annual hunt with his younger brothers, your mind wandered back to someone who always saw more of you than you wished he would. You could never hide anything from him, no matter how well you thought you had put up a front. If he were here right now instead of your politically advantageous match, you had so many things you wanted to ask him. He might grow frustrated with your questions, but not because he thought you couldn’t understand his answers. He felt you should already know the answers, or you should be asking questions meant to challenge him just as much.

This prince was hoping you would shrink to meet his expectations, while your librarian wanted you to grow to meet his. However, according to your birthright, you had already overgrown for the role you were meant to fit. Cutting back was going to hurt in one way or another.

You noticed the prince had gone quiet, watching you now in the glow of the sunset as you sat on a bench in the gardens surrounding your castle. Had he asked you a question? Why was his expression like that, all soft and pleased with himself—

“What are you thinking about?” he asked you.

You weren’t sure how to answer the question; you were more surprised that he had finally asked you a question that didn’t have to do with him. “I was just—”

“Let me tell you what I’m thinking about,” he interrupted you. You weren’t even sure he had heard you start to answer, much less expected you to answer. “We shall be an excellent match. Our children should take after you in looks, and surely after me in personality.”

You refused to bring anything like him into the world, but that wasn’t something you should or could say out loud.

“You are beautiful,” he told you as if he was sure no one had ever told you before. “My brothers shall be jealous I’ve found myself a wife like you.”

If he thought he was being romantic, he was wrong, and it was unnecessary for him to do such, but he was so sure of himself, you were unable to move before he decided to kiss you.

It made you feel sick to your stomach. There was no way he thought a romance was really going to build that quickly between the two of you. Was he really arrogant enough to think he had won your hand in marriage because he had won your heart at the ball? You had thought you were on the same page, at least, that you were here for the benefit of your nations.

You excused yourself after that and all but ran back to the privacy of your chamber. The familiarity of your own quarters were something you would lose as you traveled back to his kingdom to begin the rest of your life, so you figured you might as well take advantage of them for the last time.

He must have been brought up to believe he deserved everything the world had to offer as some sort of royal birthright. The way your late mother had raised you, you thought it was common knowledge that in exchange for a life of royal luxury, you had to live your life ready to sacrifice anything else for the welfare of your kingdom. The more you interacted with the royalty and upper class of other countries, however, you realized that your paradigm was unique, even strange.

You were snatched out of your thoughts once again, even as you were steps away from safety, by a hand grasping your arm. On pure instinct, you tore your arm away as you spun to see who it was that had stopped you. Frozen with his arm still outstretched as he realized how improper his actions had just been, Sungjin waited for your next response.

You had half a mind to turn around and keep walking, but the other half of your mind sought comfort from the one person in this castle that you knew cared. No matter how much you wanted to let it win, you couldn’t. You were already indulging yourself by running away to hide.

“It’s a bad time,” you refused him simply without giving him the chance to explain himself. “Perhaps another time.” You spun around once more to continue on your way.

“I think this is the only time,” he contended before you even took a step. “You are miserable. If you ever do anything for your own sake, let it be this.”

You had kept yourself in check for so long. Every single awful feeling you had been keeping down suddenly manifested, burning hot. “What do you know?” you spat vindictively. You turned once more, advancing on the librarian, who stood his ground. “What do you know about duty? What do you know about living a life on the backs of people who do real work every day, while you sit around and just exist?”

He didn’t say anything. He was angry, and you knew it by the way his eyes darkened. Normally bright and full of stars, you had snuffed them out.

“This is the only worth I have in life,” you said. “I bring them promises of goods to trade and safety from war and strife with this, so they can keep living their lives. I’ve never had to do anything for myself—this is the least thing I can do repay those that have sacrificed so I can live this way. My happiness means nothing in comparison to the lives of those I’m supposed to protect.”

“How dare you talk about the princess that way,” he said, his voice quiet and dangerous. “If it were any other than yourself, I would have them turned in to the guard for slander.”

“I can’t slander myself, Mr. Park.”

“But you can lie to yourself. You can let yourself believe all of these terrible things about yourself because someone did you the discredit of raising you to believe that you don’t deserve to be loved—valued, even,” he seethed. “Perhaps the welfare of the people should come before your own, but how can you serve them properly if your service to them doesn’t bring you joy?”

“And what if it does bring me joy?” you asked defiantly.

He shook his head. “You may lie to yourself, your highness, but you cannot fool me.”

—

He looked beautiful in the glow of the sunset. You wished you could capture him like this somehow, keep his image in a book that you could look at whenever you wanted. However, your sketches could never do him justice, even if you could capture the colors perfectly.

You were in love with him. You knew it, as much as you wished it weren’t true. He had probably known before you did. It was useless, though. You were to marry a prince, and there was to be a ball soon to find a potential match.

Forgiving yourself for this would be no easy task. You should have seen it coming long ago, but you were blinded by your own foolishness, believing that you could really just admire him as a scholar. Once you knew you liked him, you should have stopped then, as well, but it was too easy to convince yourself to indulge just this once. And then you got too deep to pull yourself out.

Even now, watching him out on the lower balcony from above, you were indulging yourself. Once again, you rationalized using the same logic: you might as well enjoy the view while you still could. Soon, you would leave all of this behind. The castle, the view of the gardens, the familiar sunset of your land, and your librarian as well. If you had managed to find all of these things you loved in one scene, you might as well commit them to memory while you still had them.

Like it was habit for him, he turned his gaze upward briefly toward your balcony, but he made a double-take as he realized you were standing there. You both froze, having been caught in your acts of assumed solitude.

“Princess?” he stammered, not quite believing his eyes. “How long…?”

“You should come,” you blurted, somehow seeming to retain a collected composure even though you were embarrassed and unsure of what was coming out of your mouth. “To the ball, I mean. You have my invitation.”

The distance between you was too far to really make out his expression, but you could only assume it was confused by the length of time it took him to answer.

“I’m sure I have no place there.”

“Of course you do,” you insisted. This was indulging yourself once more, but if this was the one time you would ever make a stupid choice, it might as well be now. “You have to dance with me once, shouldn’t you?”

His expression was too hard to make out, but you could see his hands playing with the railing of his balcony as he tried to figure out what you were playing at. “Truly, what place would I have doing that?”

“Perhaps from some viewpoints, none,” you admitted, “but I believe our camaraderie has earned you at least enough social standing for one dance.”

Even from this distance, you could see his dark eyebrows raise at the implication that his worth came from his relationship with you. You knew that he knew you were joking—you had made him recommend you several books on similar subjects—but you waited to see if he would take the bait and keep arguing with you.

“If you’re willing to take responsibility for whatever complaints come up surrounding my presence, then I suppose I should take your offer,” he said, inflection heavy in his voice. “Don’t regret extending this invitation.”

You smiled to yourself. You would come to regret it, you were sure, if you didn’t already. “I would never,” you lied jovially.

—

Sungjin had made himself quite scarce from your presence. Not just yours, apparently, but you had heard rumors that he had hardly left the library at all. That was fine by you; you didn’t want to see him anyway. You would feel obligated to apologize if you saw him again, even though you still believed you had said nothing wrong. You knew you had hurt him with your harsh words, and in that was your fault.

The wedding was…well, it was. That was as far as you could describe it. You were aware of your state of being alive through the whole process of the day, but barely anything more. That was the only way you could get through the day without being overcome by your emotions. You shut everything out. Every thought, every sensation, every person who talked to you, none of it had access to how you truly felt about what would come next. If you had to, you would never come back to yourself for as long as you lived.

Perhaps somewhat ironically, it was a threat to your life that brought you back to the present. Barely twelve hours had you been married, and your husband was already holding a knife to your back.

“It’s a shame. I really did think you were a lovely girl,” he said with a slightly inconvenienced sigh, “but in order for any of this to work, you have to die.”

If you and your family lived through whatever declaration of war this was, you would have to remind yourself to slap your father across the face for his ineptitude in picking alliances.

“I’m sure taking me as hostage would incite much more chaos,” you suggested flatly, barely daring to move for the strength with which the prince held the dagger to your back. He didn’t seem to know much about women’s fashion, as he held it to a rib of your corset, but you had to let him believe he had your life in his hands.

“I would have liked that as well, but I’ve been advised that if we want to take possession of your kingdom, we need to make this as swift and cruel as possible,” he explained once again as if this were a minor inconvenience to him. “And it’s not as if you would agree to our occupation. Your dedication to your people, in particular, is admirable, but it’s exactly why you cannot be allowed to live.”

And it was exactly why you had to live. You thanked your past self one last time for the adventurous youth you had insisted upon and prepared to seize his knife for your own. Your dark fantasies of killing your husband may well have become your reality.

“I was surprised to find out that rumors about you were true,” he went on. “Your pretty face is unfortunately a facade for that strange mind of yours. Thanks to that peculiar librarian of yours, no doubt.”

You stiffened at his mention of Sungjin.

“Oh, yes, I know all about your little affair. One of the wisest and most knowledgeable men, not just in your country, but likely the whole continent. He’ll likely be useful in the coming months, whether willingly or not…”

That was the end of your rational thought. You spun around and made a grab for the knife, your heart on fire at the thought of anyone, much less this man laying a hand on the only man who had ever seen you as an equal. You hadn’t considered that he had meant to provoke you, which was now made clear by the way he pulled back and readied a real strike. With the smirk on his face, the monologue suddenly made sense.

You attempted to move out of his way, but your haste had caused you to forget the placement of the furniture in the room, and you nearly fell backwards over a chair. His knife grazed you across your chest, almost aligning with the length of your collarbone. It wasn’t deep, but it was already bleeding. You weren’t sure why it didn’t hurt quite like you expected it to, but you were sure it would soon. If you were going to live, that had to be the only strike you allowed him.

So you fought dirty. Giving up your earlier plan to take the knife yourself, you kicked him hard between the legs and took off as fast as you could. Surely his shouts would attract unwanted attention, but you had to leave and find Sungjin as quickly as possible, before anyone else did. You ditched your shoes at the door and thanked the prince one last time for his arrogance; not a single guard was stationed outside.

It wasn’t long, however, before you found yourself being chased by the foreign guard. You shouldn’t have been fast enough to outrun them, but your desperation—not for yourself—kept you out of their reach. Just as you were sure you were done for, you rounded a corner to see members of your own guard, still unaware of the rats in the castle.

You called for their help, and seeing the blood dripping down your front, they sprang into action. Once you were safe behind their line, you pulled one aside.

“This whole wedding was a setup,” you relayed, trembling. “You must make sure the king and the others are safe—they’re planning on having us all killed.”

Then you took off again in the direction of the library, not stopping as the guard called after you. It wasn’t far from here, but you couldn’t waste time if they had already found him.

The library corner was still dark, untouched by violence as of yet, you hoped. You weren’t as delicate as you wished you were, trying the handle, and the sound of the locking mechanism echoed down the whole hallway. The door was open, nonetheless, and you prayed that it was just because he had forgotten to lock it, and not because someone had already forced it open. You locked it behind you, whether it meant you were trapped in here with the enemy or not.

His quarters were separated from the library by a door in the back, and you had to fight yourself to keep an even pace. There were no signs of soldiers, and the closer you got, the surer you were that you were the first one here.

His door was shut, and all the lights were off. Perhaps he had gone to visit family instead of attending the wedding. If he had, you hoped he would know to never come back.

You knocked on his door, and within a few seconds, you heard rustling from the inside. You knocked again, and you heard someone questioning you from inside.

“Sungjin,” you called for him quietly, but still loud enough that he could hear you through the door, “the prince and his troops are staging a coup—they’re—”

He yanked his door open, standing before you now in his silly pajamas and nightcap. The thought of this man, whose only calluses on his hands were from an excess of using them to write, being used and hurt for his dedication to knowledge…it made you sick. You could never let that happen, by any means possible.

“Princess?” He could hardly take this sight of you in. He had never known you to be frightened of anything, and he had never seen you look so small.

“You have to leave,” you begged him. “The wedding was a setup to seize the kingdom. They’re looking for you now, as we speak.”

“Me? They’re after me and not you? Their princess—our princess.”

“They don’t think anything of me, but they know how much you know—that makes you worth something! Sungjin, they won’t just kill you,” you warned him frantically. “Please, hide, and get yourself to safety!”

“Breathe with me, Princess, please,” he pleaded with you, holding your arms steady. “You’re bleeding. Let’s address that first.”

You shook your head. “It’s not life-threatening. I’ll be fine, but please tell me there’s a way out of here that’s not the main entrance—”

An echo through the library stopped your voice, froze you in place. They knew you were here. You led them straight to him. The one person you wanted to protect, and you had given him away. And those guards who had protected you so loyally—you had given them their deaths.

You couldn’t breathe. Your lungs were full of air and they refused to empty in exchange for new air, even as you gasped for it. Sungjin knew there wasn’t much time, but he had to try and hide in whatever time he had. There was a nook hidden behind a bookcase that he suspected had been built for times like this. However, the bookcase was heavy, and he wasn’t sure he had the strength to move it out and back in time.

Another echo shook the walls; they were going to break the doors down. He had to try.

You weren’t in any state to help him as you clutched your hand to your chest, trying to regain control of your breathing. He took your arm and led you swiftly to the bookcase, even knowing that he couldn’t do this alone.

“We can hide back here,” he said, leaning down and making sure he had your eyes on his. “I need you to help me pull it back.”

“Sungjin, I don’t—I—I can’t—”

With another echo, he heard the wood of the doors beginning to crack from the repeated force.

“(Y/N),” he said softly, “we have to try.”

Your eyes still shining with tears and your body still shaking as you tried to control it, you nodded resolutely. Anything to get him out of harm’s way.

On his count, you pulled the shelf, and true to his promise, there was a small alcove with just enough space to hide the two of you. So long as you could pull the shelf back in time, and the enemy soldiers didn’t start knocking shelves over, you would be safe.

A final crash finally blew the doors off their hinges, just in time for you to have secured the shelf back in its place. Even though the enemy guard’s shouting back and forth was more than enough noise to drown out any sound you made, you still stifled your panicked sobs.

Sungjin couldn’t take any more of this. The space was small enough that you could both sit on the floor, but only if he had you in his arms. He wasted no time in pulling you into his embrace and allowing you to sink to the floor. He listened intently to the soldiers’ dialogue as they searched his library, but it was admittedly hard to focus when he was finally holding you like this for the first time.

“Is anyone sure they saw the princess come this way?”

How had it taken an attempt on your life for him to finally gather the courage to hold you like this? Certainly, you were a princess and he was a humble scholar with no place by your side, but that seemed now a pitiful excuse. If your lives really were to end tonight, his greatest regret would be withholding his feelings for you.

“Check the librarian’s quarters—see if there are any exits besides the doors we just came through.”

He hadn’t noticed his hand finding its way to your hair, holding your head to his chest to comfort you. Although your breathing was still troubled, you seemed to have regained quite a bit of control. He was prepared to hold you all night if he had to.

“What if we just lit the whole place ablaze?”

Sungjin’s heart dropped. If you were trapped back here, a fire would certainly kill you both.

“No! We’re under strict orders to preserve this collection—this is one of the most extensive libraries any kingdom has seen, and the king wishes to have it for his own. Our task is simply to find the librarian who tends to it and bring him to the prince.”

“And what of the princess?”

“Kill her when we find her.”

After a while, the footsteps stopped, and Sungjin had to assume that the soldiers had left. However, he wasn’t going to risk your safety to find out if he was right. At some point, they would have to leave, but he would much rather wait until you were able to make a plan with him. He trusted you much more than he trusted himself in that aspect.

You were still bleeding, he realized, and in the cramped space, he had you sit apart for a bit as he reached to tear his nightshirt for a makeshift bandage. However, you stopped him, gesturing to the hem of your dress instead. He shook his head, going once again for his nightshirt, but you placed your hand over his.

“The dress is already ruined,” you whispered, gesturing to the slash and the bloodstains. “It might as well be of some use.”

He understood your request; it wasn’t simply about preserving his nightshirt, which was still in good condition, over your already torn and stained dress. It was also about further tarnishing what this dress was supposed to represent. He wanted to erase all of that too, so he obligingly found a seam and split it as much as he could to make a decent bandage and still leave you decent.

Once he had pressed the fabric to your wound, you decidedly curled up against his chest once more, all but forcing him to wrap his arms around you again. He couldn’t help but smile despite the dire circumstances. For a moment, you weren’t a princess and he wasn’t a librarian, hiding from foreign combatants. You were just a girl, and he was just the boy you loved, stealing a moment of privacy for the first time.

“Did you ever read my letter?” he asked you softly, careful not to allow his voice to pass through the wood shelf.

You shook your head. “Nor the book that came with it.”

“That probably would have been for the better, had the prince been honest in his intentions to marry you.”

“But he wasn’t.”

He sighed. “No, he wasn’t, and I’m not sure whether to curse him for trying to take your life or thank him for…well…”

“The two may not be mutually exclusive,” you admitted, “especially if we live to tell the tale.”

He thought for a moment on that. What would happen if you escaped from this, and the prince and his soldiers were defeated and brought to justice? What would happen if you escaped, but the prince succeeded in seizing the kingdom? He already knew what would happen if you failed to escape, and didn’t find the possibility worth lingering on.

“Will you take your position back if all ends well?” he asked. “I fear if the king does die tonight, you’ll either end up with a price on your head or a country to run.”

You were quiet as you thought as well. Everything you had known about your future had changed within a few minutes, and you certainly hadn’t had the time to consider any of the consequences that tonight would bring.

“The power would never fall to me,” you finally answered. “Ever since my father gave up on having a son, my cousin has been preparing to inherit the throne. Whether the king lives or dies tonight, and if our guard succeeds in stopping the attack, I suspect my role will remain the same. I will be expected to marry a man of noble lineage to benefit our country.”

Sungjin’s chest grew tight at the thought of you marrying another man—again. He couldn’t stand to let you slip through his fingers again, but what choice did he truly have in the matter?

“However, I’m not sure that I could go through with yet another wedding to someone who sees me as nothing more than a chess piece,” you went on. “I’ve shown myself where my heart truly lies when I’m forced to choose between the good of the kingdom and my own desires, and I can never fool myself again.”

You sat up a bit, ignoring the pain racing across your chest.

“I would rather my life end by your side than keep living without you,” you confessed to him solemnly.

There was hardly light enough to see in the small nook behind the bookshelf, but it was enough to reflect in his eyes like stars, as always. It was a tragic confession, he knew, for he knew of no way for you to live by his side. And he loved you anyway.

“May I kiss you?” he asked, his voice even smaller than before.

And so came to pass your first, and perhaps last moment of shared intimacy. It was just a kiss, but it was all you could have asked for. He was so gentle, as if he were afraid you would break or disappear.

The fatigue of the night finally set in, and you ended up falling asleep together in that tiny space behind the bookshelf.

—

You were awoken by frantic rapping on the side of the bookcase. Very few people knew this alcove existed, so either someone had sold you out, or it was a member of the staff, hoping to find their missing friends.

“Please, Princess, Mr. Park, at least one of you must be back here,” a woman’s voice worried from the outside. You sat up, recognizing her as your lady in waiting. “This is the last place I can think of.”

“Lucy?” you called to her. As you opened your eyes, you could see sunlight filtering in.

“Oh, your highness, thank goodness!” she sighed in relief. “And is Mr. Park with you?”

You began to respond, but Sungjin signaled to you to wait. “Ask her if she’s alone,” he told you almost inaudibly. You nodded, understanding his implication.

“Lucy,” you repeated, leaning as closely as you could to the corner of the bookshelf and the wall. “Are you alone? No one else is with you?”

“No, Princess, I’m by myself,” she confirmed, lowering her voice to match yours. “And while the captain of the guard knows I’m looking for you, he doesn’t know where I am exactly. We’ve managed to chase the enemy soldiers out of the castle, but they’re still on the grounds. I want to get you out while we still can.”

“And…” you began, an odd feeling of nervousness in your stomach. “What of the king?”

She didn’t answer for a moment, and that was an answer by itself. “I’m sorry.”

You learned that once your guards had captured the prince, who was still languishing in the room you were supposed to share, it had been easy to command his soldiers to stand down under a threat on his life. However, by then, it had been too late for your father. Luckily, your cousin was safe outside the castle, but it looked like the prince’s soldiers were preparing to make another attack instead of accepting their defeat.

Lucy relayed her plan of escape to you: there was a secret passage that led into town, outside the castle grounds where the enemy was waiting to stop any escape attempts. She was hoping Mr. Park would accompany you to safety, if he could be found.

“And there’s another thing, your highness, if I may be so bold,” she said. “I’m not so sure you would want to hear this—if you find it shameful of me to suggest this, you may pretend as if I never said it.”

“What is it, Lucy?”

“Well, I have…I know…” She sighed. “Pardon me, it’s just so hard to say it the way I mean it.”

You exchanged a curious glance with Sungjin. You hadn’t come out of your hiding place yet, but you would soon now that you were certain that your lady in waiting was still trustworthy.

“Worry not about offending me,” you exhorted her. “What do you have to say?”

“I send my earnings to my sister and her family,” she explained. “She has two daughters, and you’re their hero. I always wished I could follow the path of education, but my family never had the money. I think it a shame to leave all of the things you’ve learned for a political marriage where your intellect is of no value. If you wished to leave your life as a princess—”

You gasped. “Lucy!”

“I’m sorry, your highness, I know how you wish to serve your kingdom in return for the life you’ve been able to live thus far—I just wonder if it would make you happier to serve your people by sharing your privilege with them directly rather than continuing to live as a figurehead.”

Could you really do that? She—a person who had served you during the best years of her life, had been denied opportunities in her life in order to serve you—was advocating for your happiness? You had always been grateful for her company, but you had always been hesitant to call her a friend because you had believed that she must resent you in some way—but who had told you that?

The same people who had convinced you that you didn’t deserve to be happy in the first place. That had firstly come from your mother, the Queen, who had impressed upon you the worthlessness of your feelings in the face of the needs of the kingdom. Perhaps this had come from a place of trying to raise you to be a benevolent monarch yourself, but you were now starting to see these ideas for what they really were.

And who had perpetuated these notions after she had passed? No one other than yourself. There was only one person now who wanted to stop you from leaving this life you so hated behind: you.

“Well said,” Sungjin commended Lucy in the absence of your answer.

“Oh, Mr. Park!” Lucy exclaimed in relief. “This makes things so much easier. Let’s get you both out from behind that shelf so that you may depart at once.”

Lucy had come prepared. She had brought you a dress to change into, one of her extra uniforms, and since she had heard rumors of your injury, she had brought ointment and bandages as well. While Sungjin collected things that would be necessary for your journey and things he dared not to leave in the castle for intruders to find, she applied the ointment and wrapped your wound as best as she could, what with the awkward placement, and then she helped you into the new dress.

The last things she had brought with her you were sure had come at great risk to her life, and if you wouldn’t have already cried at the sight of them, this added knowledge certainly would have pushed you over the edge as well. She had brought the book that Sungjin had given you and the letter that came with it.

Quickly, she led you through the castle to the entrance of the passage. She gave you directions to where her sister’s family lived with a promise that she would join you soon.

Sungjin insisted on carrying almost everything in his pack, despite both of you being used to living as scholars. He pointed out that you also had the slice below your collarbone to worry about, but since it had been so shallow, you weren’t worried too much about it. You walked through the passage together, knowing that whatever life met you on the other side, you would face together.

—

Ten years had passed since the enemy siege on the castle. Luckily, it hadn’t led to war, but the prince’s kingdom had faced significant consequences from other countries allied with yours. The new king in this land was a kind ruler; he was well educated in the ways of service, and in the name of his deceased cousin, the former princess, he had begun several new efforts to provide opportunities for his people to become educated.

In a small forested town in this kingdom, near the mountains, a couple ran a strange building. On the ground floor was a library run by the husband, and up the stairs was a room used as a schoolhouse, headed by the wife. They happily took part in the king’s educational initiatives, turning this little nowhere town into a sort of hub for learning and studying.

You never did find out if your cousin, the new king, knew that you were still alive, but you supposed it was of little consequence. The princess had died in that attack, in some way. That life felt like a tragic book you had read in your youth, something you could tell your children as a bedtime story when they were being ornery (and oh, they were, as seven and five year olds tend to be).

You found yourself enchanted with life now, as doing the most mundane things you remembered at times to be things you had longed for. Your house was across the road from the library-schoolhouse building, and your view out the front window showed you your favorite sight: your husband sitting at one of the tables in his library with those two ornery children, captivating their whole attention with a book about the stars.

He glanced up from the book, in a way that looked habitual, and even from across the street, you could see his surprise in seeing you looking back. His focus was now broken, and the children noticed just as quickly.

You decided to abandon your book-mending project for now to spend the rest of your afternoon off in the place where you had fallen in love with that man to whom you were married: in his library.

Dearest princess,

(Y/N)

I write this not with light conscience. I realize wholly the weight of the words which I dare to impart to you. I also fully realize the weight of the words you spoke to me at the ball, just as much as my response to them.

I hope that you may find some humor in this, however: I have written no less than five drafts of this letter, and I still fear this one to be lacking.

I suppose I must end my stalling; beating around the bush has never been my strong suit until just now. I care deeply about you, and as such, I cannot bear to see you so distraught and say nothing. While I do know very well that you serve your kingdom and your people with pride, I also believe that you deserve to serve them in a more corporeal manner than you believe to be in store for you. You and your intellect are of far more value than you believe, and your presence in the academic world has been far more impressive than I have likely let on.

It is bold and improper for me to say this, but I believe you should petition the king to reconsider your prospects for marriage at this time. I say this not simply because of my feelings, although I must admit I cannot isolate these two subjects entirely. I say this because I believe you could do more for your country if you remain here and become an active part of the affairs of the kingdom than if you were to leave. If you wish to take on this challenge, I shall aid you in whichever manner you request.

I save these sentiments for last, and I regret not having told you sooner: I find every part of you to be absolutely captivating, from your wit and intellect to your graceful beauty. I understand my feelings to be above my station, but I do find myself emboldened to know that you return these feelings. If you might ever consider me in reality, know that I would do anything in my power to find a way to stay by your side.

Yours,

Sungjin

P.S. The book is a gift. I found myself reading for pleasure and I wished I could share this with you. Perhaps you might read it one day if you end up somewhere I can longer pester you.

Now this one took just over a year to write. I think it just started as me having fun and flexing my vocabulary and understanding of English grammar but then it turned into something a little more serious. I also now wonder if I could write closer to a Shakespearean style if I tried. Hmm. Not now though

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there you'll be || day6 [psj]

Warnings: major character death, heavy angst(?)

I won't control you, but MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. This is not for you, please.

Pairings: Park Sungjin/(F) Reader, implied past Yoon Dowoon/(F) Reader

Plot: What if you only have today to say goodbye?

Genre: Established Relationship

I keep a part of you with me,

And everywhere I am, there you'll be

This was written 8-9ish years ago, and re-written and posted on ao3 3 years ago.

This concept came from my sister's dream, and she asked me to write it, and probably the main reason why i decided to have an ao3 account lmao

This was originally written with a different fandom and pairing and was supposed to be a part of this fic universe i wrote (but didn't finish). Re-written so it can be better, I guess (hope)??? but the concept is still the same with some major changes tho

Reposted here because there is a tragic lack of day6/reader fics uwu

anyway, all readers are appreciated! luvluv

🕛

6:00 – 7:00 a.m.

Y/N woke up to an irritating sound. It was this shrill beeping sound that made her want to hurl the object at the wall.

When she opened her eyes, she reached for the alarm clock and turned it off. "Shut up," she said, exhausted, and looked at the time. 6:00 am.

For an ordinary Saturday morning, six am is way too early. After dropping out of the university from her second course and running away with Sungjin, Y/N's life has changed; from the simplest things like her sleeping pattern to the biggest ones like missing her family. She wouldn't say she regrets it, she just wishes the situation was different.

Her usual weekends start at nine, and she always wakes up before Sungjin does. She would often be the one to go down to make breakfast for the two of them.

Sometimes though, when struck with an ahem inspiration, she would wake him with a lazy hand job—or a blowie, whichever she prefers—until he slightly shifts position and fist the bed covers. Slowly peppering his hips with kisses until Sungjin groans in annoyance to whichever is rousing him from his beloved, peaceful sleep. Y/N has to stifle her laughter because she knows just how grumpy he is when woken up 'too early', but how he won't be able to stay mad at her. He'd smile down at her and say in that sexy just-woke-up voice of his that he'd go back to sleep so Y/N can go ahead with what shennanigans she was trying to do.

Today though, that was not the case. She has to get up early because the local high school she volunteers at made a weekend program for writing and music. Every second Saturday, she would be facilitating two classes; a writing workshop in the morning, and the music sessions in the afternoon. Sometimes, she would take Sungjin with her, and he would teach the students how to play the guitar.

After switching the alarm off, Y/N got up and stretched her legs and arms, loving the way her joints popped as sleep from her muscles fade.

It's also during this time of the day, however, that she can't help but think of her life before this.

It has been five years. Y/N is sure her children doesn't recognize her anymore. After running away with the boyfriend of her ex-husband's twin brother, she's sure Dowoon would never let her be a part of their children's lives anymore, no matter how much he used to love her. Betrayal would definitely kill people.

Y/N padded sleepily to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

After getting ready for the day, she went down to cook some breakfast for them. Before leaving the house, she decides to check on Sungjin and wake him up early for his doctor's appointment. He sleeps through the alarm, and might miss his appointment.

She opens the door to their room quietly and see Sungjin's still sleeping form on the bed. She gently shakes him, just enough to wake him up.

"Sungjin?" She shakes him again when he doesn't respond. "Babe? Wake up."

Sungjin hums, cracking an eye open. "I'd be going," she says with a soft smile.

"Hmf... don't you want me to go with you?" He asks sleepily as he rubs his eyes. Y/N shakes her head, running her fingers through his hair.

"It's fine. You have your appointment today with Dr. Park, remember? Wouldn't wanna miss that." Sungjin pouts, and she smiles. "I'll bring home that Kimchi stew you like."

"Yeah?" He smiles at her hopefully through bleary eyes.

"Yes. So get your lazy ass up now, or you'll have to rush again." She slaps his bum and kisses his lips before she stands up. "I'll be home early. Get up now, 'kay? Love you." She shuts the door to the bedroom just in time to hear the faint and almost muffled love you too from Sungjin.

She leaves the house minutes later, not helping the smile on her face. She thinks that at the end of the day, after all the heartbreaks and challenges they had to face, running away with him is always worth it.

9:40 am

Y/N gives the students their second writing exercise for the day. She walks around the room and smiles down at Charlie, one of her favorite students in the writing program. The kid is really talented in writing.

Y/N wonders fleetingly about her twins. She wonders if they will inherit their father's love for music books, or her love for long novels? She puts her arm around the other and smiles to herself. She wants to see her children badly and maybe, just maybe, have some with Sungjin in the future.

10:30 am

Y/N was just about to tell her students to take a 15-minute break when she heard a commotion outside. One of the teachers ran up to her classroom with panic in her eyes. Y/N immediately knew something was wrong.

"What is it?" she asked.

"There's someone with a gun!" It took Y/N a minute to fully get that. "He's in the building. Send your students out."

She didn't need to be told twice. "Class, I need you to leave everything behind and quickly exit the room." She tried to keep her voice even so as not to alarm them. She didn't want them panicking, even though she felt like throwing up.

"Now!" She hoped her students can forgive her for raising her voice (she never does), but now's not the right time to think about that. Both teachers looked out while the students filed out of the room hurriedly.

"Did someone call 911?" she asked as the last student got out of the room. The other teacher's answer was cut short by the sound of gunfire, followed by screaming.

"Go, go, go!" Y/N yelled at the students as they all ran towards the direction of the stairs.

Y/N was nearing the stairs when pain blooms in her shoulder. She didn't dare look back as a second one hits her back, then her leg. That's when she lost her balance, and crumple to the ground face down. She heard more screaming as students ran for their lives before she felt the bullet to her neck, and she's—

12:00 pm

Y/N raises her head from the table with a gasp.

Disoriented, she looks around and blinks. She doesn't know she had been snoozing. Had she been snoozing? It feels like she had only blinked.

Huh.

She looks at the clock; 12:00 pm.

She hears the chatter of the students outside as she sees the essay exercises on her table. When she looks up, however, the classroom is a mess. The students' things are everywhere, and the chairs are all askew.

She remembers the panic and running, but nothing else. What happened after that?

She tries to recall as she flexes her head, pressing lightly at the pain in her neck. Not being able to come up with anything from her bizarre dream(?), she starts to clean up the mess.

1:08 pm

Y/N had successfully cleaned up the messy classroom by herself. She didn't notice that there were no students on the floor anymore. She slung her bag to her back and locked up the classroom.

It wasn't until she reached the second floor that she saw another soul. It was, however, a police officer.

What the...?

She walked towards the man, and called out to him.

"Excuse me?" He didn't seem to notice her. She called out to him again to no avail, the police turning his back on her.

"What the fuck?" Bothered, she continued down to the ground floor, where she saw more police officers.

She tried to talk to another police officer, but she was still ignored. She was getting frustrated and weirded out with each passing second. It's like they cannot see her. She didn't understand what's happening and felt her head spin, eyes prickling with tears of confusion.

She looked around, and finally, one person seemed to see her. The lady was looking straight at her. Relieved, Y/N walked towards her; she didn't know why, but she felt compelled to talk to her.

When she was close to the lady, she tripped a little on her own feet. She looked down and when she looked back up, the lady vanished.

"Looking for me?"

Y/N spun around to reveal the lady that had been staring at her.

"Yes..." Y/N said, torn between feeling embarrassed and confused. "But, you're there before. How...?"

The lady smiled at her. "You have more important questions to be answered, don't you think?" Y/N, who was dumbfounded, had just managed to nod.

"Come with me," the lady said. She turned around and started walking away, not waiting for Y/N to respond.

1:45 pm

Y/N cannot believe her eyes. She, or more accurately, her body, has been lying on a body bag in the quadrangle.

"B-but... h-how...?" She can only stammer in confusion.

This is just not possible. Y/N tries to breathe in and out to stop the spinning of her head, clutching her hands in each other.

She finally turns to the lady beside her, who is still staring at her lifeless body.

"You got killed," she answers Y/N's unspoken obvious question. "You're one of the last people he'd managed to kill before he was taken down by the police."

When the lady points at the bullet hole on her neck, a picture flashes through her mind.

Y/N remembers the pain through her shoulder, then her back and leg. Lastly, she remembers the blinding pain on her neck after falling to the ground.

After long minutes of disbelief, Y/N finds it in her to finally speak, her voice hoarse from the brimming emotions in her eyes. "I'm dreaming, aren't I?"

She badly wants to believe that maybe she was really just dreaming. Maybe this is all just a practical joke. By whom, she doesn't know.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." Her companion just shakes her head. "I'm so sorry."

That was the last straw for Y/N. Tears pour from her eyes as her world comes crashing down and her dreams shatter. She falls to her knees as she sobs her heart out.

She isn't ready to die yet.

Maybe this is payback for everything she did, for everyone she killed.

Sungjin.

How is he supposed to move on? How is she supposed to move on?

"Sungjin." She sniffs. "Don't I even have the chance to say goodbye? I wanna say goodbye to him."

"You only have until before midnight," the lady says.

"Thank you," Y/N replies.

The lady just smiles at her sadly, her eyes telling her that she understands how she feels. She wonders briefly if they had been in the same situation. The lady vanishes right before her eyes, leaving Y/N with a broken heart.

2:50 pm

She looks for Sungjin at the clinic, but he was not there. She goes home and he was there, sleeping soundly on the sofa. His arm has a band-aid, for his tetanus jab.

Sungjin hates getting shots the most. Y/N knows he hates hospitals and injections, and has a big mistrust with the institution, and it makes her chest swell with love for him.

It makes her heart shatter, though. It's so hard to leave and say goodbye to someone you had forsaken your world for, especially when you're starting to think that everything is turning out fine. She was just starting to build her world with him, planning their future and thinking of having kids.

Sungjin looks so peaceful and beautiful, having no care in the world that Y/N just wants to frame this moment. She knows she can't, so she'll just watch over him for as long as she can. Maybe it will last longer than taking a picture, or maybe it can stop the time. If not, then she can at least keep this picture embedded in her mind before she disappears forever.

3:38 pm

Sungjin shifts from his position, rubbing his eyes and yawning on his hands. Y/N wipes her eyes with the back of her hand so he won't see the tears that had been steadily streaming down her face for the past hour. His eyes find her, and smiles that beautiful smile she fell in love with.

It sends her heart skidding on the floor, and to splinter a little more at the thought of leaving him. She bites her lip to keep the tears from falling further, and smiles back at him.

"Hey," she says, barely keeping her voice steady.

"Hey," Sungjin smiles at hear again, but his smile crumples when he takes in her bloodshot eyes and runny nose. He shoots up and engulfs her in a tight hug.

It was the wrong thing to do as Y/N loses it again, tears escaping down her cheeks. He rubs her back soothingly.

"What's wrong?" he asks. "Are you okay?"

"I love you. Please never ever forget that," is all she can say.

"And I love you more." Sungjin pulls away and cups her face into his hands. "Now tell me what's wrong—and don't you try to lie. I know you so well."

She debates telling him because he deserves the truth, but she can't find the right words to say. "I'm fine," she sniffs and shakes her head. "I'm okay."

"You're definitely not okay." He pulls away and holds her arms. He frowns when he notices her body's dropped temperature. "Where have you been? You're awfully cold!"

"I'm fine. School's let out early." Y/N sits up straight and smiles, wiping at her tears. "Did you—have you seen the news?"

Y/N is nervous to ask that, but she has to know. She knows he would be shattered when he knows that he's talking to a ghost. Technically, Sungjin can still touch her, but she's already a ghost.

She also can't forgive herself for breaking their promise of forever.

"Not yet," Sungjin says. "I was so tired and sleepy so I had to go straight home. But we can turn on the TV anyw—"

"No!" Y/N grips his hand, cutting him short of turning on the TV. She looks close to tears again that he raises his eyebrows in surprise.

"No." Y/N composes herself with a fake smile to appease the surprised features on his face. "I'm just asking. I'm sorry for yelling."

"You're acting weird," Sungjin says.

Y/N puts on her best I'm-okay face and smiles at him. "I'm okay. I just had a snooze at work and I had a bad dream."

I wish this was all just a bad dream.

"I just want to make sure you don't forget I love you, you know? Despite everything that happened to us." She looks down and smiles sadly. "I'm sorry I made you worry for nothing."

Sungjin pouts, but pulls her into another hug. "It's fine, babe. I just love you more and more every second because you're the only person who loved me truly, and never left me."

Y/N's heart can't get any more broken.

5:55 pm

For the past few hours, Y/N and Sungjin were just curled up on the loveseat. They were watching a sappy romcom that seemed to mock her in the face as it was about leaving a loved one behind and coming back for them. On the other hand, it's a good reason for her to cry her eyes out without raising suspicion, safe and snug under Sungjin's arms.

Too bad, the peace doesn't last forever.

7:40 pm

Y/N is currently waiting for Sungjin to come back. She originally opposed to the idea because she has a bad feeling about it, but he said that he needs to get some food (since Y/N forgot to bring home some). It has already been an hour since he went out, and the store was only a 15-minute walk—five if you use a car.

What is taking him so long?

8:20 pm - 9:45 pm

Y/N was just about to go looking for Sungjin when the front door opens and shuts with a slam. Next came the heavy footsteps that sounded urgent and almost running.

Y/N stands up and was about to see if it was him (who else would it be?), when he comes running into the living room. He was panting and has a disheveled appearance, eyes puffy with the evident tear-stained tracks in his face.

Shit.

"Sungjin...?" Y/N steps forward, but Sungjin steps backwards. "Babe...?"

"Who are you?" he asks as he tilts his head to the side, an incredulous, almost crazed look in his eyes.

"What?" she asks, knowing fully well what is going on. "It's me, Y/N! What kind of stupid sh—"

"You're NOT Y/N!" Sungjin almost yells. He walks towards her and shakes her by her shoulders. "Who are you? What did you do to her?"

"Babe, it's me!"

"No!" He lets go of her and walks to the other side of the room, his back against her. He turns around, and he has tears in his eyes. "You're not her."

"I am!" she cries out, but he refuses to listen. His mouth is curled in an angry sneer. "I know it sounds absurd, but I came back for you... to say goodbye."

"How can I believe that, huh?" he laughs, but there is no humor in his voice. "Ghosts are not real, whoever you are."

Oh.

"How can you expect me to believe what you were saying?" he asks, but she can't give him an answer. "Answer me!" he screams when she stays silent.

Y/N suddenly feels tired. Heartbroken.

"I love you," she says instead. She looks down at her hands, and see that she is starting to fade as time passes by.

Sungjin laughs a ruthless laugh, not noticing the change in her, and it breaks her heart even more. She can't find it in herself to cry, mainly because she's already cried out as heck, and it's not like it will change anything.

"Just stay away from me," Sungjin says, face taut with anger. "Get the fuck out of my house."

Y/N can only nod. She debates reaching out to touch him, but backs out at the last second. She leaves her coat by the door, and gets out into the cold night.

She's already cold, anyway.

11:15 pm

Y/N begins to think about how her life has been and thinks how far she'd come. She's pretty proud of herself for coming this far.

She would want to say goodbye to her kids and to Dowoon as well, but it's not like that's in the cards right now.

She looks at her wristwatch, the one Sungjin gifted her for her birthday.

11:15 pm.

Right, 45 minutes left.

It's funny how she can't cry anymore, probably because she's past the sixth stage of grief. She thinks she had already accepted that she will be gone by midnight, and crying makes no sense at this point. It's not like it'll bring her back, or bring Sungjin back.

Speaking of which, she looks to her left and there Sungjin is at the other side of the park. She's pretty sure he hasn't seen her yet, so she stands up and keep her head down.

She walks toward a more secluded part of the park, not risking a glance back at him. She doesn't want to fight with him again. She'd rather go quietly without an affair, than have a big blow up with Sungjin. After all, this what she's good at; running away.

"Y/N!"

Ah, shit.

Y/N tries to walk faster without seeming like she was running away from him. If she runs away, he'll know she heard him. Y/N walks on, chanting a nopenopenope in her head.

Nope, indeed.

Nearly there.

"Y/N, please," Sungjin says, sounding out of breath and too near. "Wait."

Just keep yourself together.

"Y/N!" Sungjin grabs her wrist, spinning her around.

Her gaze lands on her wrist, and she sees that she was fading away fast. She pulls her hand back to her fast, careful not to draw attention to it. Too late though, because Sungjin's eyes are drawn to it.

She pulls the sweater's sleeve to cover her wrist and clear her throat. "Yeah." She laughs awkwardly. "Sorry 'bout that."

"It's true, then." Sungjin's face crumple. He looks younger, almost like a kid. "I was hoping it was just delirium from the shots."

She laughs quietly. "You don't get delirious from shots."

Silence.

Y/N takes a deep breath, and smiles like her heart's not on fire. "I'll be going."

"Where?" he asks in a small voice.

She shrugs. "Hell, maybe?"

That turns out to be the wrong thing to say, because Sungjin bursts into tears a few moments later.

No, no, no.

"I'm sorry," she says as she takes a step towards him. She suddenly stops, him asking her to stay away still ringing in her ears.

"I'm sorry," even though she doesn't know if she's saying sorry for the joke or for ruining his life. "Sorry."

"I was hoping—" he says as he hiccups, wiping at his tears. "I was hoping this was all just a practical joke."

Y/N smiles sadly, still keeping her distance. She badly wants to pull him into a hug, but she can't.

"Do you regret it?" she asks him after a minute of silence. He looks at her and it breaks her heart, but she just can't bear not knowing before leaving. "Do you regret choosing me?"

"No," he insists, shaking his head. "Never."

She nods with a small smile. Me, too.

"Thank you," she says. "That's all I need to know."

She turns toward the other side of the park, but he walks in front of her and blocks her way.

"Don't go," he begs almost desperately. He kneels in front of her and hugs her legs, still crying like a kid. "Please just take me with you."

"Sungjin..."

"Please," he cries harder. "Please please please."

Y/N unwraps his arms around her legs, and kneels with him, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Please don't leave me," he cries on her sweater. "You're all I have."

11:55 pm

Five minutes.

They spent the last almost-hour talking and crying. They reminisced about everything, and Y/N apologized, mostly. Everything she failed to say, and failed to make him feel. She spared nothing.

She looks at her wristwatch. 11:55 pm.

Her hands are almost transparent at this point.

"I'm sorry if I wasn't able to keep my promise" she says, taking Sungjin's hand in hers. "I mean it when I said I love you, and I want you to be happy—"

"—I can't be," Sungjin replies. At least he had stopped crying, but it looks like he was about to again.

Three minutes.

"Close your eyes, babe." He does, and she kisses his lips one last time.

"I'm gonna miss you," she says. "I'll wait for you, okay?"

"I won't take long." Sungjin's voice is quivering.

One minute.

"I love you." Her skin starts to glow while she was speaking, her body flowing like ashes in the wind and drifting upwards.

"I love you, too," Sungjin says.

When he opens his eyes, he was alone on the park bench.

He stays there for a long time, wishing she heard him.

She did, and she carried his love with her to the dark skies.

fin

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kpopjust4u · 2 years

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Reaction to you trying to reach the top shelf (Day6)

Post Date: 19th July 2022 Content: Fluff TW?: N/A Request?: Yes Masterlist Prompt list

Jae: The thought of helping you could come last in his mind as he’d clutch his chest laughing, streaming tears as he’s just a clown. What does he need long legs for if he isn’t going to help you? He’d definitely enjoy watching you struggle to reach it a bit too much.

Sungjin: Though he’d have a little giggle, he’d instantly come over to give you a hand with trying to reach the top sheld, and/or would even to offer to grab that item you needed for you. Though he would respect that you’d still want your independancy and would offer help so he could honour that.

Young K: A smile would appear on his face as he’d let out a small amused smile, and would attempt to hold in his laughter as he’d give you a hand if you let him to. If you don’t he’d laugh at your attempt but either way he’d carefully watch so you didn’t hurt yourself whilst trying.

Wonpil: As much as he can be a sweetie, the amount of time you’d have to try and reach the top shelf would make him get a “Not this, again” attitude, finding it annoyingly amusing watching you trying to do it yourself but he’d just interupt to help you.

Dowoon: Panic would instantly set in the minute he’d catch you climbing to try and reach it, running over to you to offer help and mainly having his arms out to catch you if you fell and/or hurt yourself. However you wouldn’t have to worry about reaching the top shelf, he’d probably do it for you to stop you climbing.

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diverseinsertknet · 1 year

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Navigation by K-pop Group Names A-F

Look for the reader insert fic you want at DiverseInsertKNet with links organized by Group Names A through F below. This list will regularly add groups and idols as more stories are reblogged to the network. Entries without a link are currently in the queue and waiting to be published. Desktop/web browser users- the original version of this post on DiverseInsertKNet will always be the most up to date.

Our navigation page has links to groups with other names listed alphabetically as well as fanfic labeled by Gender and other kinds of diversity.

K-pop Group Names A-F

AB6IX- Jeon Woong

A.C.E- Kang Yuchan, Kim Byeongkwan, Kim Sehyoon, Lee Donghun, Park Junhee

ASTRO- Cha Eunwoo, Kim Myungjun, Moon Bin, Park Jinwoo, Park Minhyuk, Yoon Sanha

ATEEZ- Choi Jongho, Choi San, Jeong Yunho, Jung Wooyoung, Kang Yeosang, Kim Hongjoong, Park Seonghwa, Song Mingi

Block B- Ahn Jaehyo, Kim Yookwon, Lee Minhyuk, Lee Taeil, Park Kyung, Pyo Jihoon, Woo Jiho

BOYNEXTDOOR- Han Dongmin, Kim Donghyun, Kim Woonhak, Lee Sanghyeok, Myung Jaehyun, Park Sungho

BTOB- Im Hyunsik

BTS- Jeon Jungkook, Jung Hoseok, Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Kim Taehyung (V), Min Yoongi, Park Jimin

CRAVITY- Ahn Seongmin, Ham Wonjin, Kang Minhee, Kim Taeyoung, Koo Jungmo, Allen Ma, Park Serim, Seo Woobin, Song Hyeongjun

DAY6- Kang Younghyun, Kim Wonpil, Park Sungjin, Yoon Dowoon

Dreamcatcher- Kim Minji

ENHYPEN- Kim Seonwoo, Lee Heeseung, Nishimura Riki, Park Jongseong, Park Sunghoon, Jake Sim, Yang Jungwon

EXO- Byun Baekhyun, Kim Jongdae, Kim Junmyeon, Kim Minseok, Oh Sehun, Park Chanyeol, Zhang Yixing

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yyparkq · 4 years

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hooked

characters: park sungjin x reader

word count: ~3.2k

summary: park sungjin is almost a perfect boyfriend for you...until he abruptly starts being emotionally withdrawn from you a few months into your relationship.

genre: fluff, smut

tw: mentions of anxiety, unprotected sex, slightly toxic relationship

requested by @parksungjinsfan

a/n: had tons of fun writing this really warm and cozy sungjin, thank you for the request!! tbh, i always see him as someone i’d be comfortable to share everything that’s on my mind. and i feel like he’s one of the very few people who will never judge you for your stupid mistakes but is also someone who needs to be taken care of. im blabbering too much. enjoy the story! :)

There was nothing special on the day you first met Park Sungjin. Like any other normal college student, you were able to find yourself a small circle you can trust and have fun with. Because of them, you have encountered the seemingly quiet and mysterious guy from the engineering class. He was best friends with the guy your close friend, Erin, was dating.

If first impressions last, like how they say it does, you’re fairly sure you would barely get more acquainted with a Park Sungjin. Unlike you, Sungjin is more reserved with a constant hang of serious air around him, like the type of person who barely laughs when someone makes a joke in front of him. He doesn’t always hang out with a lot of people but when he does, he’s always got an earphone dangling in one of his ears as if saying he’s only halfway present. He dresses neatly albeit casually—oftentimes in a plaid or button-down shirt and faded jeans with his dark, wavy hair falling shortly before his dark brown eyes.

He’s a pretty decent guy but not really the type you see yourself to be dating. But when you accidentally met him at the movie house alone and decided to grab dinner after, you two hit it off so smoothly. Turns out you both share the love for the book that was recently adapted onto the big screen. You two talked over dinner nonstop about the movie, how it varies against the book, the great and bad parts that were changed, the cast that played the role, the cinematography, the lines. Your exchange that night was nothing but informative and honestly, you craved more to be with him after that night so you asked him to hang out with you again. Sungjin already had a perfect proposal to invite you the second time if you didn’t ask. His mind worked extra hard trying to keep up with the conversation with you while thinking about how to ask you out for the second time at the back of his mind.

It was a ticket to an international classical play that he had up his sleeves which you gladly accepted.

One impromptu date was followed by a few more. After classes, you will meet over snacks or spend time in the library, reading and studying together. On weekends, you will try to watch movies you find interesting or go to museums.

You dating each other has not been a complete secret from your friends and you’re glad at how supportive they are to your new relationship. Somehow, you learned that Sungjin is actually an easy-going person, he talks and laughs a lot when he’s comfortable with the people he’s with. He’s knowledgable and he knows how to listen and strike up a healthy argument when needed even though sometimes he could be a little awkward and even seem standoffish.

Your friends think that your relationship is pure and innocent—almost platonic as one could say—but they couldn’t be any more wrong. Yes, you and Sungjin maintain a totally discreet relationship when you’re in public and with friends. It’s not like you have to tell anyone but you laugh inside when some of your friends ask about the status of your sex life. You never responded to such questions positively, not too comfortable in sharing such intimate details about your life with anyone, and somehow it painted an idea in their heads that you and Sungjin have never had sex yet.

The thing is, you two are fairly active in that regard. There is an unbelievably strong bond between you and Sungjin after the first date that is almost impossible for either of you to resist.

It was after the third date when you first give in to your desire. After spending time looking at ancient monarch artifacts and roaming around the museum, you were met with heavy rains the moment you stepped out of the museum building. Being in the middle of the summer, neither of you had attempted to check the weather that day for any sign of impending downpour that day. Your thin, white button-down shirt styled as a dress stuck to your skin as you both ran for his car across the parking lot, rendering your clothes almost transparent the moment you climbed into the passenger seat. The sight of you being wet and in close proximity with Sungjin didn’t help him control himself either.

“Would you like to come over to my place?” he asked coolly after giving you his spare jacket from the backseat to cover yourself. Even with his imaginations going wild, he’s still a gentleman in your eyes.

“Sure,” you nodded, well aware of what’s about to come next. It could be seen as taking things too fast but frankly, you didn’t care. You wanted this and it seemed like he did too.

You blushed when he flashed you that warm smile that reached his eyes before starting the car and driving away.

Sungjin refused to let you go home that night until you practically cannot walk. He fucked you senseless until you’re almost out of your wits, one orgasm after another until you’re quivering uncontrollably.

It has been five months since you started dating. Everything’s going pretty well in your relationship except that you are in no exception for fights and misunderstandings. Everyone says it’s normal in every relationship but for you who has barely had a serious relationship like what you currently have with Sungjin, it’s a foreign feeling trying to make amends with someone you’re romantically involved with and had to choose the next move.

This is the first major fight with him. The last five months of dating have been wonderful until weeks ago when you noticed that your boyfriend started withdrawing himself from you, physically and emotionally. This stressed you out though you still tried your best to be there for him. Whenever you two are alone, you couldn’t really talk to him about anything for more than five minutes. His mind obviously wandering off and he never realizes it when you stop mid-sentence until you’re parting ways. Whenever you try to ask what’s been bothering him, he just easily dismisses it off, saying he’s tired and he lacks sleep—which is also why you tried to limit your meetings after classes and dates, thinking it would help him a bit to spare a few more hours to rest. This side of Sungjin is completely new to you as you’ve known him for being so straightforward in telling what he thinks or feels and is usually logical with his actions. The fact that he no longer shares what’s bothering him makes you think of a hundred different reasons for being cold towards you.

Has he had enough of you? Did he realize you were too plain and boring for his liking? Were you not good in bed? Did he find someone else?

The blood on your face drained at the thought of Sungjin going out with some other girl. But you can’t stop him if that’s what he wants, can you? You can’t tell him how to feel. Of all the things, to be an obsessive girlfriend is one you’re dreading the most and after all the sacrifices and adjustments you made to try to help him with whatever burden he’s lifting, you’re determined to let him find the answers to his troubles himself. It’s not that you no longer want to help him, you love him too much, after all, but how can you help someone who refuses to help himself?

“Sweetie, have you tried talking to him again lately?” your friend, Yejin asked.

You glared at her and disappointment crossed your face. Has she really been listening to ask that question?

“No, I mean, I thought the last real conversation you had personally was like, what, almost two weeks ago? Did you try seeing him after class again after that?”

The three of you sat at your usual place in the coffee shop when your class was canceled by the professor to attend some personal matters.

Shaking your head, you reached for your cup and took a sip before answering. “I haven’t. He kept saying he’s tired and needs sleep so I gave him time to rest. And it’s been four days of merely receiving a text message from him. He won’t text me unless I text him first. I have no idea what’s happening to him,” you looked at Erin’s direction. “Did JB say anything?”

“That motherfucker doesn’t tell me any of his friends’ business, Y/N, but let me see if I can get anything.”

Even your friends who got closer to your boyfriend can’t think of him as someone who would cheat or be entertained by other girls. After a whole hour at the coffee shop trying to guess the possible reasons for Sungjin’s actions, they suggested a silly plan of making him jealous to see how he responds when you’re on the brink of being taken away from him.

You did not like the idea. It was ridiculous and manipulative. You’re no longer in high school.

“Come on, that could be a wake-up call for him. Just think of it as a social experiment and you’ll be fine,” Yejin tried to persuade you.

Ridiculously scary. Deep down, you’re also scared of how he will react to this plan. What if the situation worsens instead of getting better? He could just not talk to you again forever and you'll be dwelling in your own pain alone because of a stupid idea. But doing something is better than sulking and doing nothing, right? You’re young, and when you’re young, you can be stupid for free.

So you agreed and you started planning your own little scheme with your friends, hoping not to cause any further damage to your entire relationship.

For days, Erin made up stories about a guy from your class who is making a move on you and told her boyfriend about the plan to make Sungjin jealous. When JB said his best friend interrogated him about the innocent guy, she knew the plan will be going well so she came up with another without telling you.

As a celebration for the nearing end of the finals, your seniors decided to throw a grand party. Such parties should be considered a tradition already since almost everyone finds an excuse to get wasted after studying hard for the whole semester. You’re not one to miss such a celebration, especially when you ever really party during after the hell week.

Overhearing JB’s conversations with his girlfriend about some dude lurking around you has brought him back to his senses. For the last couple of days, he contemplated and reflected on his attitude towards you. He’s been a jerk to you lately and frankly, he didn’t know how to approach you again after that. He’s been too occupied in his own head that he forgot he actually has you now, someone who’s more than willing to share his troubles. Before he knew it, he was dashing through his car to the party where Yejin told him you’d be.

You came to the party to try to not overthink the problem between you and Sungjin. After surviving the finals week with emotional baggage, you know you deserve some booze to celebrate walking out of at least one thing alive. the last thing you hear about your little scheme with your friends is that Sungjin fired questions to JB. But he didn’t talk to you after that. Thankfully, you were also too busy to worry about your grades and it’s been a great distraction so far. Now that the finals are over, you’ll be damned again.

Sungjin found you scooping from a large tub of ice cream from the kitchen, bottles of beer and half-filled party cups surrounding you in the little space. There is a guy beside you laughing at the way you’re trying to scoop a frozen solid treat using a regular spoon. You’re too focused on what you’re doing that you didn’t see him come right in front of you.

To your surprise, Sungjin snatched the tub out of grasp and grabbed your hand. You needed a second to process what just happened but you are elated to see your boyfriend after nearly three weeks.

You let Sungjin pull you but were shocked when the guy beside you grabbed on your other wrist. What the hell? You didn’t even know his name. You saw Sungjin squint at the nameless guy and you immediately yanked away from him, wincing at the sudden jerk of your own hand immediately after.

Sungjin kept you to his chest as he waded through the sea of drunk people. All the while, you kept looking at his face. It felt months since you’ve been this close to him and at that moment, you were just ready to feed on whatever excuse he could say. He could lie to your face at that moment and you’d still be happy to welcome him back into your arms.

Merely a few feet from his car, you stopped walking and tugged on his arm. You slowly closed the distance between you two and encircled your arms around his shoulders when he turned to look at you.

Sungjin looked at your face closely, noticing you’ve lost some weight by the way the dimple on your left poked your cheek a bit deeper than the last time he saw you. His hands automatically found their way at your sides.

“I miss you so much,” you whispered while searching his eyes.

Sungjin leaned forward and kissed you feverishly. He guided you on your back until you are leaning toward his parked car. He pressed his body against you and you continued kissing until you both needed to gasp for some air. After resting for a few seconds, he began nipping and sucking on the sensitive area on your neck.

Proper communication be damned—you need him to touch you and you need it as soon as possible. You squirmed beneath him to try to close your legs when you felt wetness pooling in your panties but Sungjin’s left leg was pressed between your thighs.

He understood what you’re trying to do and immediately pressed a thigh against your core, amused to feel your wetness even through the material of your panties. His cock twitched inside his pants.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry,” he repeated as he embraced you tightly and kissed your temple before opening the door and letting you inside his car drove away.

Sungjin's hands quickly reached for the zipper of your dress, letting it pool around your feet, as soon as you reached inside his apartment. In an instant, his mouth was back against yours. He lifted both your thighs to circle his hips and your arms circled his broad shoulders for support.

You felt his hard shaft poking your entrance and you reached down to undo the fastening of his pants, pulling the waistband down just enough to free his throbbing cock.

Sungjin hissed when you grabbed his cock and spread the leaking precum over his tip. “Shit-”

You bobbed your hand up and down his length until you felt being laid down on the mattress, your boyfriend hovering over you.

He bucked his hips lightly to your touch and buried his head on your shoulders, to suppress his sinful moans.

You felt his body shake and he peeled himself off of you. “Baby, stop.”

Sungjin lifted his body and kissed the side of your head before reaching out to remove your soaked panties. He kissed and occasionally nipped the inside of your thighs before nudging the tip of his nose along your slit.

“Fuck, Sungjin stop tea—” you shrieked and were cut short when he licked a stip between your folds. Your hands immediately found purchase at his hair, tugging at it every time he licked your core and sucked on your clit.

“Language, baby,” he groaned hoarsely before inserting a finger into you. He continued his ministrations to your core, adding a second and third finger shortly after. “Need to stretch you up a bit more, baby. Damn, you got tighter without my cock deep inside you huh.”

You tried to stop Sungjin’s hands when you felt your release nearing. But he didn’t budge. He even picked up the pace and encouraged you to let go.

“Are you cumming, baby?”

You bit your bottom lip and nodded, unable to stitch words at the pleasure of having him between your thighs again.

“Words, baby. Use your words. Did you miss this? My hands and cock working on your pussy?”

“Sungjin—fuck, yes, I missed you and your cock inside me” you breathed and struggled to look him in the eye. “I missed you fucking me after classes.”

The memories of Sungjin fucking you in the most boring places brought you easily over the edge. In a few seconds, you are shaking uncontrollably and you felt your juices streaming out of your core deliciously.

Sungjin smirked as he leered at your pussy leaking out of cum. His hands didn’t cease its movements and continued to fuck you with his hands. Your whole body is almost quivering.

When he sensed you’re nearing your second orgasm, he grabbed his cock and positioned himself at your entrance. He coated himself with your juices before slowly pushing inside of you.

You stiffen for a short moment, trying to adjust to his size, and then slightly rolled your hips.

“I love you,” Sungjin whispered against your ear. “I love you, Y/N,” he repeated, this time against your lips, before bottoming out and sheathing himself inside you again.

You cried out in pleasure as he started to thrust into you harder and chased your orgasm.

Sungjin remained sheathed inside you even after shooting his load, his cock warming itself pretty nicely inside your pussy as he cuddled you on the bed.

Neither of you attempted to strike a conversation. You were not sure about him but the activity rendered you rather tired. A sound sleep while being cuddled would be much appreciated at that moment. Until you heard Sungjin sigh loudly. You looked over at him and saw his eyes being distant again.

“You have that look again,” you started slowly. You propped yourself in one arm, looked at him with adoration, and stroke his cheek. “Babe, you don’t have to tell me everything all at once. But please, don’t push me away. I love you and it’s hard for me to see you suffer on your own.”

He was fazed by the sadness in your voice. How could he ever deserve a girl like you? The last thing he wanted is to disappoint and burden you with his own problems and he thought at first he’s been doing a great job with it.

Sungjin took a deep breath. He reached for your hand on his cheek and kissed it, bringing your torso against his once again. All the major problems that took the most space in his mind were spilled. He told you the pressure his family is bestowing upon him with the graduation and board exams around the corner and also their expectations for him to continue the business his father started.

You listened to his troubles. At that moment you knew you just needed to understand him, to try to perceive things in his shoes.

Sungjin isn’t the type of person who openly shares every little trouble he has as he’s afraid to burden other people. He believes everyone already has problems of their own and own demons to fight and dumping his worries could just add to that. But, oddly enough, hearing himself talk about it kind of helped to look at the situation again and evaluate his feelings and actions. As he continued to tell you his worries, he realized that it isn’t so bad to share the burden with your most trusted person.

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etherealyoungk · 2 years

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a rainy day with sungjin

kimchi stew and movies

it was a gloomy, cold day today. i woke up to gray clouds covering the sky, with a chilly breeze in the air. finally, as the day went on, it started to rain in the evening. i looked out the window, watching the rain pour down steadily. sungjin had come over a bit before and we were supposed to go out but because of the weather we both crashed on the sofa and watched a movie instead.

it was almost dinner time and my stomach grumbled at the thought of something warm, soupy and spicy. maybe something like kimchi stew? plus it was fairly easy to make. and that's how we were both now in the kitchen, cooking together.

sungjin put up the rice to cook while i chopped up all the vegetables and other ingredients. aoon the stew was taking shape and it was smelling really good, the aroma filling air.

"here, come taste it", sungjin said, holding up the spoon with a little stew in it. I took the spoon, tasting the stew, the spicy, tangy taste tingling my tongue. the flavor was really good but it needed something.

"maybe some more salt?", suggested and he nodded, adding some salt and stirring it. i tasted it again and it was perfect now. sungjin must have some secret cooking skills because the stew turned out really good!

i set the table and served us both steaming bowls of rice and took it to the table along with some other side dishes. sungjin set down the pot of stew and i smiled as i sat down. i shoveled down spoonful's of the hot rice and stew, delighted. this was exactly what i wanted.

"eat slowly", sungjin prompted as I took a sip of water.

"the food's not going anywhere", he added, putting a piece of the rolled omelet on my bowl. i smiled and nodded.

we both ate happily and proceeded to crash on the sofa again, while i browsed for another movie to watch, sungjin next to me.

"i am SO full", i exclaimed, patting my stomach.

"that's because you eat well", he told happily.

"it was really good. did you secretly take cooking classes or something?", i asked.

"i just followed a recipe. it's just that I'm a naturally good cook", he told proudly.

"yeah, you're the best", i told, giving him a thumbs-up, making him smile.

today evening was like an impromptu date and i loved it!

#day6 imagines #day6 fanfic #day6 fluff #day6 scenarios #day6 sungjin #sungjin #sungjin imagines day6sungjin #park sungjin

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lunnanunna · 3 years

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I’m the Best

DAY6 Extra Member AU

Summary: [Requested] It’s Parker’s first stream, and Jae’s on it so it’s bound to get loud.

Warning: swearing

Taglist: @hyunmijung @galacticstxrdust @kimonmars @mythicalamphitrite @poutypoutybin @sunflower-0180

Let me know if you’d like to be added or removed from a taglist.

A/N: Was taken place before Jae decided to stop streaming. This was requested, which is why I wrote it. Parker, Sam, Lexi, and Bao are written by request, and seeing as I have time this week, send in any requests you have for them.

Requests are open! Please like, leave a comment, or send an ask. Doing any of these things is one more reason for me to keep writing.

“Okay guys, I’d like to introduce the newest member of Day6 that will now be on Twitch,” Jae spoke into his mic, looking at the camera.

“Hiya,” Parker greeted as she turned her camera on. She waved and grinned at all the comments flooding in. Parker was honestly surprised to see so many people joining her first stream.

Ollie, Yoori, and Jae finally convinced Parker to open up her own Twitch account, and here she was, being introduced in one of Jae’s streams.

“It took so much convincing, but I got the child on here,” Jae nodded proudly.

“Ollie and Yoori were the ones who did more of the convincing. Jae just offered to buy me food,” Parker pointed out, smirking.

“It worked, though. Didn’t it?” Jae shrugged, looking into the camera.

“This is true, but you better actually follow through,” Parker glared at the screen. She then looked at her second screen where all the comments were coming in. Chuckling she read one of them out loud.

“Jae get her something delicious!”

“Alright, alright. What do you want?” Jae rolled his eyes as he pulled out his phone.

“Can you order that vegan kimbap from that restaurant that Brian found?” Parker asked, reaching for her strawberry smoothie.

“Sure. I think I have it saved here,” Jae spoke as he looked through his phone. “Want anything else?”

Parker shrugged, but then answered out loud when she saw that he wasn’t looking. “Surprise me.”

“You’re actually pretty easy to please as long as it’s vegan, so I gotchu,” Jae snorted.

“Okay then while we wait for the food to get here, how about we start up a game?” Parker suggested, already pulling up Mario Kart. They had decided to start off with this game, then see where it’d take them.

“Sounds good,” Jae said as he put his phone back down, “The food should be by your place in about half an hour.”

“Perfect! Dowoonie will probably bring it in for me,” Parker smiled, setting up the code and sending it to Jae.

“Must be nice to have your very own servant,” Jae sighed, shaking his head.

“Hey! He’s my best friend, not my servant. He’s just a sweetheart!” Parker defended, wishing Jae was next to her so she could punch him in the arm.

“Sure,” Jae quriked a brow at her.

“Whatever,” Parker rolled her eyes, then muted herself as the game loaded. “Such an annoying human,” she spoke into the mic for her viewers to hear. The Aussie chuckled as they laughed with her.

“You better not be talking crap about me! I’ll know,” Jae warned Parker.

“I always talk crap about you,” Parker snarked once she was unmuted then stuck her tongue out.

“Real mature,” Jae rolled his eyes.

“Thank you,” Parker said, smugly.

The two silently went through their character lists and then chose what karts and modifications they wanted, then after a game of rock, paper, scissors, Parker got to choose which track.

“What’s the point of you picking, if you always end up picking at random?” Jae threw his head back in annoyance.

“It’s so I can get that exact reaction from you, my friend,” Parker cackled.

As the first race began, Jae and Parker focused on their tasks, but soon the oldest started talking again.

“So, Parker, what’s your streaming gonna look like? Schedule, games, etc.?” the guitarist asked.

“Well, seeing as we’re still prepping for some things, it might not be too often, but after all that is set, it’ll probably once a week? How’s that sound guys?” Parker directed the last question towards the viewers.

Taking a quick peek at their comments, Parker saw that they liked that idea. She smiled, holding a quick thumbs up then focusing back on the controllers

“As for games, I play anything and everything. So you guys can suggest. I’ll probably even make a roulette type thing with different games on them and let fate chose,” Parker nodded at her own idea.

“I seriously hate playing with you! Like why are you so good?!” Jae yelled as he fell off the track and had to wait to be placed back on it.

“Simple. I’m just the best. Always have been. Isn’t that right, guys?” Parker winked at the camera, resting her chin on her palm.

Jae snorted, then screamed when Parker launched a squid. “The ink!”

The maknae cackled as she advanced to the finish line. “Hell yeah!” she cheered, doing a little dance.

“Don’t get too cocky. I’m getting hyped now. I’m not letting you win. I’m not letting her win,” Jae repeated the last bit to his viewers.

“As if he could ever win,” Parker smirked at her own viewers.

A knock came from her door, and Dowoon popped his head in. “Soo, your food,” he said, scurrying in. He smiled quickly at the camera, and Parker snorted as his hood was completely covering his head, zipped and tied.

“Very nice, Oppa,” Parker smiled.

Dowoon saluted, then shouted, “Hey, Hyung!” then ran out.

“I didn’t even get to say hi,” Jae pouted.

“Oops,” Parker shrugged as she opened her food. She smiled at the kimbap and veggie rolls, along with another one of her favorite smoothies, this one being mango.

“Did I do good?” Jae asked, arms folded over his chest, smirking.

Parker, who was mid bite of her veggie roll, sent a thumbs up, cheeks filled to the brim. “Mm-ood-mf,” she tried answering.

Jae rolled his eyes. “Finish chewing,” he waved her off.

Parker nodded, but instead of talking after she was done chewing, she took another bite, this time of the kimbap.

Jae chuckled then after sending a sneer towards Parker, started the next round.

“Yah!” Parker protested, obviously not ready. She choked a bit on her food, and Jae just snickered. “You’re going down, Park Jaehyung!” Parker dropped her food to pick up her controllers again.

“Where’s the respect?” Jae asked, laughing.

“There’s never respect in Mario Kart, you made that abundantly clear,” Parker as she hollered, zipping past him.

“How?!”

Parker then started singing I’m The Best by 2NE1. She could definitely get used to streaming.

Parker’s Masterlist

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shibuinni3 · 4 months

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Toques sutis que nem eu percebi

03/01/23; Capa para uso pessoal.

Park Sungjin e Im Junhyeok, Day6.

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corpseyouoffthedeepend · 3 years

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I wrote a Jae x Corpse fic on AO3. It was originally a one-shot, but someone asked for more so I added an additional chapter!

If you want to read it, you can find it here:

(also, if you want to follow my Twitter you can! It's LATRAINSxLARAIN.)

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pesiko · 3 years

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SUNGJIN FIC RECS

MULTIPARTERS

Existence - part of Spiritual Connection, ghost AU {2}

DaySense: Fall - getting nervous because of a cookie {2}

ONESHOTS

Band Sessions: Sungjin [2.4k]

I Owe You What? - high school [1.7k]

Stuck on You - worth losing sleeping for [1.7k]

It’s a Hundred Degrees Out - teacher AU, field trip [1.5k]

Delivery! - delivery boy SJ, samgyetang, ft Jae [1.3k]

DRABBLES

Friday Night - blanket, movie marathon [.9k]

Stop Questioning My Life Choices - arrangedmarriage [.9k]

I Just Want Somebody Who’ll Text First - dating app [.8k]

Boyfriend Material - “I want u to stop calling me ur bf” [.7k]

Really Really - he doesn’t like skinship and that’s ok [.6k]

Love Struck - Sungjin is overwhelmed [.6k]

Take It Easy - college, overworking, “chicken or pizza?” [.5k]

I’ve Never Seen You Dance Before - embarrassed kid [.5k]

TIMESTAMPS

23:52 - “I think we’re going to sleep”

12:00am - absentmindedly

TEXTS

Brew’d - he worries about your potion making

BULLETPOINTS

Barista!Sungjin

Boyfriend!Sungjin

College AU Sungjin

CollegeStudent!Sungjin

Highschool!Sungjin

Single Dad!Sungjin

UniStudent!Sungjin

[main masterlist] [day6 masterlist] updated 5-20-21

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flurrys-creativity · 3 years

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Lethiferous

Lethiferous (adj.) - deadly; bringing death or destruction

Pairing: Park Sungjin (Day6) x Reader; Genre: Action, The Purge AU, the movie is called horror but I’d say it’s not.. maybe suspense instead?!; Rating: nsfw, NC-17; Warnings: It’s the Purge: killing through guns, knifes and other weapons, dead bodies basically everywhere, mentions of an illness, mentions of injustice and what’s wrong with the purge, more killing, active killing -> nothing too gorey though, blood, breaking into a vault, shooting at a dead body out of spite; Wordcount: 3.398

Summary: The annual purge was about to start and for the first time ever you decided to do something that was illegal on every other day. But being outside during the purge was more dangerous than you thought, if it weren’t for someone who came to your side when you were in need.

A/N: It’s not the 21st in Korea anymore.. I’m like an hour late but I hope it still counts!! Anyway! This is for the monthly event from kpopscape with the theme The Purge! And this is my entry for this!

You clenched your jaw while you observed the street through the crack in your curtains. The sun was slowly setting and you knew there was not much time left until the clock struck 7 PM.

Only a few people were roaming the streets for various reasons. Some were searching for shelter, others wanted to get a few last groceries and the last type started to form groups for the night.

A scoff escaped your nose and you shook your head. You would never understand people that would go shopping when it’s only a twelve hour event. They wouldn’t die from starvation. Instead they rather caught the attention of those groups.

“Come back into the room, dear”, your grandmother called from her bed, “it’s too dangerous being near the windows.”

Your eyes roamed one last time over the street before you pulled yourself away and stepped back. “Just checking”, you mumbled and sat on the edge of the bed, “they’re already grouping outside.”

“It’s fine, dear. Don’t worry. Those groups are not after a helpless granny.” She patted your arm and smiled reassuringly, before she coughed violently. Her whole body shook from the force behind it.

The pained smile you had given her, immediately vanished and concern took over your features. You hurried and helped her up to ease the coughing somehow. Dread filled your chest with every passing second of her coughing.

She clawed at your arm with one hand while she was doubled over, gasping for air in between the coughs. Once she finally finished she dropped back into the pillows, her chest heaving as she placed one hand on it.

“Try to rest as much as you can, okay?” You smiled gently and handed her a glass of water and a sleeping pill, knowing she always wanted to use one during the purge night.

Your grandmother always claimed she got knocked out due to the pill, meaning she wouldn’t know about anything that’s happening around her. It became a ritual for her after your grandfather died, letting her feel somewhat comfortable throughout the night.

“Thanks dear.” She took the pill and the glass into her own hands after getting up a little. “Are you really okay with staying alone throughout the night? I can stay awake with you.”

You shook your head quickly, telling her once again that you didn’t mind and would go to sleep for yourself soon.

After your grandmother fell ill you had moved back and started living with her as she was the only family left. You tried to ease her day to day life as much as possible. You took her to doctor’s appointments, to health checks, bought the groceries and cooked for her whenever she felt too weak.

That was three years ago and for all this time you didn’t know what caused her illness. Each health check was without results and no medicine actually helped her. While your grandmother tried to stay positive you despaired more and more. Especially when the doctors finally discovered what was wrong and told you the price for the medicine.

A price so high you would never be able to pay with your simple salary. You still tried to fight for your grandmother, not ready to lose her.

Once she took the pill and fell asleep soon after, the soft expression you always had on your face fell and your features turned grim.

Normally you stayed within the apartment or at least the apartment complex during a purge night, staying near your grandmother and keeping her safe.

In the three years you lived with her it happened only once that someone tried to break into the apartment but you were able to scare them off with a bat.

You knew how to defend yourself but you didn’t actively search for violence, trying to avoid it as much as possible.

Usually.

This night though was different. You had a mission and wanted to meet with a group before the purge officially started. A lot of groups asked for members and stated their purpose weeks before the official purge night and you stumbled upon one of them by accident.

After a little research you deemed them somewhat safe, knowing they had a similar purpose as you. This group didn’t want to kill, instead they wanted to be like a modern Robin Hood.

You got ready and grabbed your empty backpack and your phone. You glanced once more into the room of your grandmother, making sure she was deeply asleep before you sneaked out of the apartment.

Once you were out on the street you pulled your hoodie up and covered your face as you hid in the shadows on your way to the meeting point.

You heard others hollering and shouting as they intimidated the few bypassers that tried to get home or somewhere safe. Shivers ran down your spine whenever you heard them laughing. You knew people like these used the purge for the fun of killing. They didn’t care who or how they killed as long as blood was shed.

“Only 45 minutes left until the annual purge night.” You flinched at the loud announcement ringing through the air of the streets. You would never get used to the robotic voice telling the countdown. It was awful and made the night even more unrealistic as it was already.

“You made it”, an enthusiastic voice greeted you when you rounded a corner, patting your shoulder as you came to a halt. “Thought you might chicken out.”

You just nodded, feeling somewhat hesitant now that you heard his tone of voice. How could someone sound so happy on a night like this? How could anybody be enthusiastic like this?

“Alright then. Everybody get your masks! We only have 12 hours, that is not a lot of time! Let’s make the best out of it! Let’s have a successful purge!”

You looked up at his announcement, seeing that a dozen people got into action. They hurried past you, putting on different masks - most of them resembling the face of clowns - and regrouped quickly again.

One of them thrusted a mask and a weapon into your hands and pulled you into some sort of formation. He motioned to you to put it on before he turned his attention towards the leader, who already spoke some encouraging words for the night.

Your heart was beating out of your chest when you put the mask on and stuffed the weapon into your belt. You hated it already as the mask limited your vision and smelled weird. You scrunched up your nose, trying to ignore the urge to throw up. And the fact you had a weapon didn’t feel much better either.

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Maybe you should have stayed home with your grandmother and looked after her. You quickly shook your head, knowing you couldn’t go back. You needed the safety of a group while you moved through the streets, needed the group to get inside of the building and to steal all the necessities for your grandmother - including the medicine.

A static sound filled the air and all talking ceased immediately. Everybody’s heads turned to the leader, who held up a laptop and grinned like a child the night before christmas.

“This is not a test.

This is your emergency broadcast system announcing the commencement of the Annual Purge sanctioned by the Government. Weapons of class 4 and lower have been authorised for use during the Purge. All other weapons are restricted. Government officials of ranking 10 or higher have been granted immunity from the Purge and shall not be harmed. Commencing at the siren, any and all crime, including murder, will be legal for 12 continuous hours. Police, fire, and emergency medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning at 7 a.m., when the Purge concludes. Blessed be our New Founding Fathers and our country, a nation reborn.

May God be with you all.”

You felt your stomach churning uncomfortably at the emotionless voice saying the same words as every year.

The siren blared through the city and the sounds of machine guns and screams filled the air immediately.

“This is it! Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!”

You started to run, your body moving on autopilot as you followed the group out into the open. Your throat constricted almost painfully when you saw the first dead bodies littering the streets. Most of them were innocent victims and didn’t deserve to die.

Whenever guns were shot you flinched slightly, looking around in fear. Even though you moved in a large group, you didn’t feel safe.

Nobody should feel safe during this night.

But you knew the richer you were, the safer you felt. With money you could buy better safety systems, you lived in a safer area, you could even buy people to protect you if necessary.

Those who died during the purge were only the ones with no money or homes. Of course the rate of unemployment would be low with them being murdered.

You clenched your teeth when you saw more and more bodies on the ground the further your group moved. You swallowed your protests when you saw some of your group shoot random people that weren’t even attacking. You had to survive this night, you had to survive for your grandmother.

“Hurry up people, we’re close!”

You looked up, seeing the large building at the end of the street. Somewhere inside of this building was the medicine your grandmother needed so desperately.

A frown appeared on your face when you saw the burning cars around the building. It became even deeper when you saw the crashed windows and doors of the building, knowing it meant someone else forced their way inside.

“Split up!”

You looked around, seeing the group running into different directions. Of course there was a plan and smaller teams had to scout the inside of the building, but you hadn’t really listened and didn’t know where you were supposed to go. You didn’t really care though, especially now after you realised the people in this group weren’t really the good guys as well.

Ignoring everyone else, you ran around the building. You wanted to enter the building through the backdoor, having a feeling that the front only ended in unnecessary bloodshed.

You didn’t even round the corner when you heard machine guns and chaotic screams coming from inside of the building. You saw flashes from the shots in the otherwise dark area.

Your whole body tensed and it took everything within you to move forward. To move at all, actually. You were frozen in fear and every movement somewhat hurt. Your mind told you to get somewhere safe and not closer to certain death.

Dread filled your body as you hurried to the backdoor and sneaked inside. Even though every crime was allowed during this night, you tried to stay secretive. It wasn’t the best decision to draw attention towards you when everyone out here wanted to kill you on sight.

Maniacal laughter sounded through the hallways and you really wanted to turn on the spot and leave the building again. But you bit on your tongue and moved forward, further away from the backdoor. You felt your heartbeat in your throat and it didn’t help you at all whenever you stopped at a corner.

You had no idea where the medicine was stored and it became harder to navigate through the building with crazy bastards shooting at each other at every possible moment.

Suddenly a loud scream appeared behind you and came closer. When you turned around you saw someone running towards you wielding a machete over his head.

Your eyes widened and you automatically grabbed towards the weapon in your belt but it got caught and you couldn’t pull it out. You hastily tried to free the weapon but with every passing second the person came closer.

“Get down!”

You had no time to think but your body followed the order immediately and you duck down. You heard the bang of a gun followed by a dull sound. Hesitantly you looked back up again and saw the person with the machete lying on the ground, a puddle of blood slowly forming around them.

“You alright?”

Surprised you whipped back around, you had forgotten about the other person for a second. You were even more surprised when you saw him not wearing a mask or any other kind of anonymity.

“Are you alright?” He asked again and came closer, raising a cut eyebrow in question.

He had short, dark hair with two precise cuts near the temple, which seemed almost like it grew back after he shaved his head. He seemed stoic while he observed you and waited for your answer.

“Uh, yeah, thanks.”

He nodded and was about to turn around and leave you again when another man charged towards the both of you. He cursed underneath his breath and shot this one too but the man only stumbled a little and continued running.

“Fucking vest.” He shot more and more bullets at the man but even the mask seemed secured as a headshot didn’t stop him as well.

You grabbed the machete from the first guy and sprinted towards the new attacker. There was a thin gap between the mask and the secured bodysuit and it was nearly impossible to hit him with a bullet. You pulled your mask off and threw it towards the man, making him lean back as an attempt to dodge. With the head movement the gap widened and you were able to slam the machete into his neck.

The minute you hit him and the blade cut into his skin you let go of the machete again, staring at the man going down with gurgling sounds. He pulled the machete out and made it even worse for him, blood gushing out of the large wound.

“And here I was thinking you were helpless.”

You scoffed and stemmed one hand into your hip. “Wasn’t the mask sign enough for you that I belonged to a group?”

“The group that was absolutely helpless when it ran into this building and basically got killed the second it entered?”

“Oh.”

“You don’t sound too surprised about it”, he noted and crossed his arms in front of his chest, “and I’m pretty sure you’re not a real part of that group. Why are you out here?”

“I need medicine.”

His eyes roamed over your body, checking for any visible injuries or illnesses.

“For my grandmother.”

He nodded and slightly relaxed. Even a small smile played over his lips. “We should get going then.”

“Huh?”

He didn’t answer you and walked instead past you, shooting at the man on the ground out of spite, not even stopping or looking at him. “I know where you need to go.”

You couldn’t explain why but you followed him silently, trusting this man with your mission now. You didn’t even ask him why he wanted to help you; or if he even wanted to help.

“I’m Sungjin by the way.” He slowed down and walked next to you, seeming almost casually if it weren’t for the guns in his hands and his alerted gaze wandering through the hallways. Whenever he heard something, he immediately tensed and looked towards that direction.

You had the feeling Sungjin didn’t do this for the first time. He had experience with the purge and he had experience with being outside during the purge. You wondered what he usually did and if he trained for this night. He didn’t seem like the person for it and he definitely didn’t seem violent. Not counting the fact he just shot at two humans and killed one of them.

You quickly introduced yourself as well before the both of you got interrupted from a maniac once again.

Sungjin didn’t even bat an eye when he shot at the person and continued walking, ignoring the body that dropped to the ground.

“It’s not the first time you’re doing this, huh?”

He shrugged with his shoulders and shook his head. “No, sadly it’s not.”

You nodded, feeling this wasn’t the time to ask further. Instead both of you hurried several stories up until Sungjin led you into a room with a huge vault.

“Shit.” You stared at the vault, realising it wouldn’t be so easy to get the medicine you needed. “This might take some time.”

Sungjin checked the time on his watch. “Not enough to crack the code.”

“And we can’t use any explosives”, you sighed and rubbed over your forehead.

“Wait here, I’ll get what we need.”

You watched Sungjin leave the room again before you were even able to protest or say a word at all.

The time you waited for him felt like an eternity and the screams and gunshots made you even more anxious. Could you even allow yourself to just stay put and wait? What if Sungjin didn’t return and you just wasted your time?

Before you were able to completely freak out, Sungjin bursted into the room with heavy equipment, blood stains all over his clothes and face. “Ready?”

You stared at him with wide eyes and an open mouth. “What even..” You quickly shook your head and waved one hand dismissively. “I don’t even want to know.”

Instead you grabbed the equipment and started to cut through the lock on the vault while Sungjin made sure nobody would disturb you.

Half an hour later and with only one attack you made it through the lock and pushed the door of the vault open, revealing another room with dozens of shelves packed with different medicines.

“Yes”, you cheered quietly and hugged Sungjin, who stepped next to you, “we made it.”

He patted your back with a small smile before he followed you into the room, his gaze wandering over the shelves.

For a moment you watched him search for something specific until you remembered you had to look for something as well. You quickly walked along the shelves, mumbling the labels underneath your breath.

Once you found what you were searching for you opened your backpack and stuffed all of it inside. Satisfied with your gain you started to check the other things inside the room as well, taking anything you deemed helpful for the future.

After your backpack was full you turned back to Sungjin, seeing him holding a bottle with a transparent liquid inside of it. “You need medicine as well.”

Sungjin nodded. “It’s a prototype and not official so far but this stuff is supposed to heal cancer.” He sighed deeply and stuffed the bottle as well as the others from the shelf into his own backpack. “My best friend has cancer. Again. The therapy wasn’t successful and the cancer returned even stronger than before. This is his last chance.”

“Then we should get out of here alive.” You smiled gently and nodded towards the exit, ready to fight your way back out. “Only three more hours to survive.”

He chuckled and agreed with you, hurrying back out into the hallways. Sungjin motioned you to follow him quickly, guiding you out of the building with only a few encounters with other humans. Once on the street he looked around, not sure where to go next.

“This way”, you told him with a hushed voice and ran away from the building, staying within the shadows and on full alert. Without the protection of the group the streets were even more dangerous than the building.

“Watch where you step, there are a lot of traps. And make sure to stay close to the walls, there might be snipers on the roofs.”

“How do you know all that?” You asked and glanced over your shoulder for a second.

“It’s not the first purge I’m outside”, he answered and stopped you at one corner, “you already know that.” He glanced around to the open streets and nodded when everything was clear. “Where are we even going?”

“My place.”

Sungjin was stunned for a second before he laughed quietly. “I should take you at least on a date first.”

You smirked, forgetting the purge, the gunshots, the dead bodies and the danger around you for just a moment. “Isn’t this a date already?”

“Only if we steal some food on our way back.”

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