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Imperfect Love: If it isn’t you

* Seungcheol x Reader

* Tags: au, fluff, exes to friends to lovers?, angst, heartbreak, open ending

Taglist: @hi-cherrymatsu-chan @saranghaohoshi @brownsugarbaybee @belladaises @cherrycherryboom @sofix-hc7 @scuzmunkie @xmoonvibes @x-killerqueen

If you aren’t here that’s means I couldn’t find your name. I’m sorry.

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(Habit playing)

“Cheollie”. He heard your voice before he opened his eyes. It’s a beautiful morning, he could tell by the rays of sun shining through the curtains. He looks over to meet your eyes. He could see sparkles in them, as if the galaxy resided there. “Good morning Jagiya”. He said cupping your face with a strong hand. You smiled at him softly and leaned in to kiss him. “I love you”. Seungcheol said after you pulled away.

He doesn’t know what prompted his boldness but he knew he had to tell you. “Cheol you don’t-” you’re cut short by his sudden shift in position. He sits up in order to fully face you. “I’m sorry if it seems so sudden, but I’ve loved you since I laid eyes on you.” He takes a deep breath, reeling in his nerves before continuing. “I know we’ve only been seeing each other for a month now but I wanna be with you.” He says, grabbing your hands to pull you up.

“I love you and…,” he hesitates, “I wa-, no I need you in my life.” He stares at you intensely hoping to get a shared response. “I love you too Seungcheol.” You say softly. It was true, you fell for him almost immediately. You loved the way he spoke to you. The way he looked at you. The way he treated you.

Every little thing he did with and for you never went unnoticed. You cheese at him basking in the love you felt for this man. He suddenly leans in to kiss you. It’s deep and passionate. Seungcheol hasn’t felt this way about someone before and he’s certain he’ll never feel that way for anyone else ever. “I’m all yours Cheol. It’ll always be you.”

He wipes his face awakening from his dream. Looking to his side, he falls into himself suddenly drawn to the realization of your absence. It’s been a year and a half since the breakup, and all he could think about was you. Why couldn’t he let you go? It was his fault his life collapsed on him. It was his fault he could no longer hold you in his arms. He shakes his head groaning in disappointment. Who was he kidding? The answer was simple. He still loved you.

He loved the way you cared for him. The way you talked to him. The way you lit up whenever he would walk into a room. He missed you and you would’ve been there with him if it wasn’t for his stupid fucking mistakes! He should’ve just been honest! Should’ve told you about the messages, about Nayeon coming onto him. He should’ve told you… everything.

(End of song)

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“Coming!” He yells, getting up from the couch after hearing his doorbell ring. He hurriedly runs to the front door, unlocking and swinging it open. His jaw drops when he sees you standing in front of him. “Where the hell have you been?!” He snaps, eyes holding yours with a dark gaze. “Seokmin, I’m so sorry!” She sighs softly trying to lighten the already suffocating tension surrounding the two.

It’s Y/n. Seokmin hadn’t seen you in over two weeks. He had been your rock during your separation with Seungcheol and you were doing great after you moved out. However you disappeared like two weeks ago with no word to anyone. Even your parents hadn’t heard from you. “Come in, you’re not a stranger”. Dk points out with a shake of his head, as if he needed to remind you.

After you come in, Dk quickly throws his arms around you. He holds you tight, something he knew you needed. Something he secretly needed himself. He wanted to stay angry at you but the feeling dissipated as soon as he seen the worn down expression on your face, he knew you needed him right now.

Seokmin finally pulls away and gestures you towards the kitchen. “Want a drink?” He asks opening his wine fridge. There’s a lot to catch up on and Dk can’t wait to hear your explanation for the disappearing act you so graciously pulled.

He opens the bottle and pours you a glass. Pink Moscato, he knows it’s your favorite. “I missed you Seokminnie.” You say after taking your first sip. He shakes his head and starts to pour himself a glass. “I thought you forgot about me.” He says sipping from his drink. It’s been a while since you’ve spoken to each other. You never go without talking to him, but for some reason you cut communication with almost everyone for an entire two weeks. It was really blowing his mind.

Dk, being the understanding man that he is, gave you your space. He didn’t want to pester you and complain about your lack of communication. Though he does wish you would’ve answered the many calls he’d given you. “I didn’t forget about you Dokyeom,” you start, “my head was all over the place and I just needed time to myself.” You reassure him. He just nods and takes another sip of his drink.

He’s happy to see you, but thinking about the time that’s gone by without a call back, makes him upset. “I love you Y/N. I really do and you know that, but I really wish you would’ve at least let me know that you were ok.” He confesses, not looking at you. “I was really worried when you stopped answering my calls. I thought something happened.” Dk retorts, now running his hand through his ginger colored hair.

He knows he’s being a bit dramatic, but you never go without speaking to him. “You could’ve sent a text or email, hell even a letter. Something to let me know that you were alive and well, your parents were worried sick.” He finishes, pouring himself another glass. Not letting it slip how scared he also was for you. He finishes his drink in a single head toss.

Putting his glass down, he looks up to see you staring down at your glass. He’s studying you, trying to figure out what could be on your mind. Lots he would assume. You look tired, burnt out. He can see slight bags under your eyes like you haven’t been sleeping well lately. Your hair is also pushed up into a sloppy bun on the top of your head.

“I’m sorry Best”, you say, finally gathering a few words, “Our anniversary passed last month and he’s all I’ve been thinking about and then there’s been work and Cheol’s parents! I just-” you stop yourself with a shake of your head. “It’s no excuse, you’re right Minnie I should’ve called you, should’ve communicated more.”

He stares at you intensely. He knows you’re going through a lot right now, he could definitely relate. “I’m sorry, I know there’s a lot on your mind right now.” Dk remarks pulling you into another hug. You hold him tightly, letting a tear or two drop on his exposed shoulder. “I’ll do better with my communication, I just-“ your voice cracks, “I just need you right now.” You tell him, your voice noticeably shakey. He pulls away and wipes your now flowing tears. “I’m here.”

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It’s Tuesday morning and Seungcheol feels as horrible as he felt every other day. He walks into his office with his head down and quickly lays across his couch. I shouldn’t have had that drink. He says to himself. He’s been drinking a lot since the breakup, even more since your anniversary recently passed. He can’t stop beating himself over the head. If only I would’ve gone home sooner. If only I didn’t drink so much. So many what ifs and no changes.

The thoughts spun in his head continuously. He hears a knock at his office door snapping him out of his stupor. Mingyu pops his head in after a second attempt without getting a response. “Hey Hyung, how you holding up this morning?” He asks walking in. He’s holding a glass of water and a few pills for Seungcheol’s head. It’s become a routine at this point. Seungcheol sits up and grabs the much needed medication from Mingyu, quickly tossing the pills back.

“I’ll be fine.” Seungcheol snaps as he stands up. Mingyu rolls his eyes and grabs his arm to help steady him up. “You’re lucky we’re friends Cheol, cause I would’ve knocked you on your ass.” Seungcheol sighs and runs his fingers through his now blonde hair. “I’m sorry Gyu,” he apologizes, “I didn’t sleep much last night.” Seungcheol runs his hands along his suit to straighten himself out. “What else is new.” Mingyu scoffs breathing in deeply. “You ready now?” He asks beckoning Seungcheol towards the door. “Yea let’s go.”

~~•~~

The meeting seems to be going well. The new group that debuted last year, Enhypen, are doing great in sales. “I think it’s time to plan a tour.” Seungcheol says from the head of the table. “The sales from your recent album has been great and we could all really benefit from an international tour.” He looks to the groups’s manager and slides a folder in his direction. “Read over the details and let me know if you’re fully prepared to begin preparations.

There’s a few side conversations and then a voice speaks up. “I think an International tour would be a great idea.” Seungcheol looks up at the voice, a frown already making its way onto his face. Nayeon is smiling widely at Cheol from her seat. He hasn’t spoken to her since the incident. She stills works under him as the VP of Marketing, and he would’ve fired her as soon as possible if she wasn’t so good at her job. Plus he hasn’t had much time to try and find a new VP.

“I’ve been seeing many fans of theirs all over social media and international fans are definitely longing for an appearance.” She states with a grin. Just that smile makes him furious. He just nods his head, taking in her info. “As VP,” she continues, “I have lots of fresh ideas to promote them more in the West.” She beams proudly. Suddenly she stands up and walks towards the head of the long table. As she reaches him, she hands Seungcheol a folded piece of paper.

He looks at her weirdly as he grabs the paper from her hands. Why couldn’t she just email it to me? He thought to himself. “Great, I think we’ve gone over pretty much everything correct?” He asks looking around the table. Everyone nods, while gathering their papers. “Awesome, thank you boys for your hard work so far,” he says bowing at the group, “and thank you to everyone else for your input, let’s keep up the good work.”

With that he starts for his office. Once he’s inside, he remembers the paper Nayeon recently gave him and opens it. “What the fuck.” He thought out loud. The paper is just some printed out picture of Nayeon. On the top is a small note, “I miss you Cheollie”, it read. He shook his head as he massaged his temple. What the fuck is the matter with this gir?.

“Something wrong?”

He looks up to see Nayeon almost right in front of him. When did she walk in? Her head is tilted and she’s gazing at him deeply. He rolls his eyes and looks past her. His office door is already closed shut. “What is your problem Nayeon?” He questions to her. She walks around to his side of the desk and rubs his shoulder.

“You’re a free man last time I checked,” she whispered by his ear. I hope it was worth it. He could hear you words on replay in his head. “Stay the fuck away from me Nayeon, I want nothing to do with you.” He snaps with a glare. Standing up, he walks towards his door and opens it slightly. “Jeez Cheol why do you play so hard to get?” She asks rolling her eyes, walking from behind his desk. “Stop calling me that!” She ignores him with a huff and continues. “I couldn’t have done all that work for nothing.” She sighs dramatically throwing herself onto his couch.

What? All what work? “What are you talking about?” He asks now walking back towards her. She scoffs and sits up. “Get real Seungcheol, you didn’t think you were that fucked up off of a little “mixed drink” do you?” She questioned him. He had three drinks that night. They were pretty strong last time he remembered. “I’ve seen you down cups of the strongest liquor and still come out fine.”

She’s right. Seungcheol has never been a lightweight when it came to drinking. It really does take a lot to get him drunk. “What did you do?” He asks stepping closer. She just grins slightly and crosses her arms. “I just slipped you a little something to speed up the process while your back was turned.” She confesses. “You should keep a better eye out for your drinks.” She giggles in a mocking tone.

His head is spinning. He knew those drinks were unusually strong, not to mention he could barely remember making his was to his office. Even Mingyu was alarmed by how quick he got drunk. “You fucking bitch!” He yells not even trying to hide his anger. “You better be fucking with me.” He threatens, grabbing her by the arm. “No one is gonna believe you Cheol, especially her.” She says through a chuckle. “It’s always gonna be my word against yours.”

*Cough*

They look up simultaneously to see Mingyu standing by the door. “Um, you have guests here to see you.” He says staring intensely at Nayeon. Seungcheol clears his throat before letting her go. “Yes of course thank you.” He says fixing his suit. Nayeon pushes her hair behind her hair and winks at him. “See you around Cheollie.” She says walking away.

Mingyu watches her walk past before turning his gaze back on him. “How much of that did you hear?” Cheol asks with a raised eyebrow. Mingyu shifts and sighs deeply giving his boss a pained look. “All of it, but we’ll get to that later. I was serious when I said there’s someone here to see you.”

Seungcheol shakes his head still in disbelief at the bomb Nayeon just dropped. “Who could be that important Gyu?!” He questions with a frustrated huff.

“Aww Coups, that isn’t any way to greet old friends now is it? I swear we taught you better than that.”

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“Do you think she’s dead or actually sleeping?”

“I think if she was dead her chest wouldn’t be rising and falling. Use your brain dumbass!”

“You guys are so mean to me. I show nothing but love to you both!”

“If you guys really loved me, you would shut the hell up!” Y/N groans sitting up in bed. You’re greeted with three smiling faces staring back at you. Seungkwan, Seokmin, and Soonyoung stand next to the bed looking very much like creeps. “Oh my god!” You gasp finally realizing who was standing in front of you. “Oh my god! Seungkwan when did you get back?” Your voice cracks as you hop out of bed jumping into one of your closest friend’s arms.

He returns the hug happily, squeezing you just as tight. “Dokyeom called me of course. You haven’t been okay my love. The real question is why haven’t you called me yourself?” He pulls back from the hug wiping the fallen tears from your cheeks.

You really couldn’t believe he was here the four of you haven’t been together since college graduation and that was eons ago. You did try to meet up every couple of months but one of them were always busy and couldn’t make it, so seeing him again, seeing them together it truly moved you to tears.

“I’m so sorry Kwannie it’s been so much happening.” You sigh cupping his hands in yours.

“You think if we left for months on end she’ll greet us like that?” You roll your eyes with a chuckle turning to look at Hoshi. “I missed you too Soonie. How could I not?” You ask with open arms which he immediately reciprocates, pulling you into a tight hug.

You turn to look at DK who stands there like a proud dad. “I’ll accept thanks in the form of NEVER ignoring my calls again please and thank you.” He announces loudly. You shoot him a mocking smile while pulling away finally.

“Sooo, we going out tonight or what?” Soongyoung blurts out. We haven’t all been together like this in a long time, so going out doesn’t seem too bad actually. “Yea why not,” you retorted, “there’s this club that’s supposed to be really fun not too far from here.” You finish, grabbing your phone off the bed.

“It’s 6:30 right now,” you say looking down at the time, “I’m gonna take a shower and then we should be out the door by 8:30 at the latest.” You say throwing your phone back down. The guys instantly roll their eyes and huff loudly. “Jeez best, you don’t think you could take any longer?” Dk asks rubbing his fingers through his hair.

“Shut up Dk, you’re lucky it’s not longer.” You say grabbing his hand to pull him towards your room door. “Now go wait downstairs for me guys, I’ll be down soon.” You say ushering everyone else out. “Wear something sexy!” Seungkwan calls from the hallway. You shake your head and chuckle lowly. With that you head for the bathroom.

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The club is actually more occupied than you thought it would be. It’s called Moonlight, and like its name, it is really beautiful inside. There’s various lights in small areas of the club and the moonlight seemed to shine right through the glass ceiling. “This place is such a vibe.” Hoshi says pulling his phone out.

“How about we grab a table before we’re trampled out here.” Seungkwan says pointing towards the various available tables. You shake your head and grab his arm, pulling him closer to you. “I booked us a section before we left so we’ll be more comfortable.” As many people as there are in here, it’s a good thing you called to book a section. “Smart,” is all he says before cupping his ears.

There’s people screaming loudly to the music right by you guys. You’d think someone was here performing as loud as it is. After what seemed like forever, you finally find the club’s manager amid all the chaos. You tell him your name and he ushers you towards your section. “Could we get three bottles of your strongest liquor please?” Dk asks sitting down.

You look at him sideways and shake your car keys. Not only do you need to drive home but you have an important meeting in the morning. The last thing you need is to be piss drunk at the end of the night. “Oh come on y/n, live a little”. Dk says standing up and walking towards you. He grabs your shoulders and levels with you. “Besides it was your idea to come here in the first place.” He grabs your keys from your hand and places them in his pocket. “I’ll be our chauffeur for the night.”

The man finally makes his way back to our section. He’s carrying a bottle of Bicardi with him and a few shot glasses. Dk quickly grabs the things from him and began to pour you a shot. “You worry about having a good time and letting loose.” He says, throwing one of his own back. You sigh deeply and take the shot right after him.

“Whatever you say best.” You retort sitting down.

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It’s been about an hour now and you’re pretty tipsy at this point. “I think I’m gonna go to the bar and get some cherries.” You tell the rest of your group. You actually like cherries a lot now. Mostly since you’ve tried it once with Cheol. You can’t help but want some whenever you’re drinking nowadays. Plus they help ease your hangovers the next day.

Reaching the bar, there were generous amounts of people already there sipping on their own drinks. “Excuse me”. You yell slightly over the music and conversations. To no avail though, it’s like the bartender could hear nothing over the noise. You try yelling again but like previously, it didn’t work.

“HEY SHE NEEDS HELP HERE!” A voice yells from next to you. You turn to meet the chest of a tall man. He’s staring down at you with a full smile, his hair falls beautifully down his face and that’s when you realize who you’ve bumped into.

“Jeonghan!?” You exclaim loudly throwing your arms around him. He giggles and hugs you back tightly. It feels like you haven’t seen Jeonghan since college. He’s really close friends with Seungcheol, so you only saw him whenever he hung out with him. Still, it feels amazing seeing him now after these years.

*Ahem*. You turn to see the bartender standing impatiently on the other side of the bar. You pull away from Jeonghan and bow slightly apologizing to the man in the process. “I’m sorry sir,” you start, stepping closer so he could hear you. “I would really just like a small cup of as many Cherries as you can give me.” You say with pleading eyes. He stares at you in disbelief then finally sighs and walks off.

He returns quickly and hands you the cup gently. “On the house.” He says sizing you and licking his lips. “You’re hot, have a nice night”. He says walking back to the other end of the bar. You scrunch your eyebrows before turning your attention back to Jeonghan.

“How you been lately?” He immediately asks meeting eyes with you again. I’m sure he’s heard about the breakup. I would be surprised if he didn’t. You smile at him with eyebrows raised. “I’ve been alright actually. ” You lie, why did you lie? Denial maybe.

“Well I heard about the breakup, I’m so sorry you had to go through that.” He admits pulling you into a hug. It was one of those much needed hugs. One of those reassuring hugs that had so much love inside. You needed it. “It’s alright hannie really. It’s in the past now.” He pulls away and fixes himself. He grins widely and leans in to fix a loc of your hair.

“So what brings you here?” He asks gesturing around the club. “I’m here with a few friends of mine actually,” you say gesturing at your section not too far from where you stand, “a celebratory reunion if you wanna name it.” He looks in the direction your facing and stands on his toes to find you friends.

“Oh I can see Dk from here, figured you guys were still friends.” He says waving to get his attention. Dk sees him and quickly returns the gesture. “Yea can’t even remember how many years it’s been for us now.” You admit. He turns back to you and grabs his cup that he’s been babysitting from the counter.

“What about you,” you start, “how you been?” He shrugs and smiles widely. “I’ve been great honestly, can’t complain.” He looks as if he wants to say more. “Josh and I got together a few months back.” He exclaims, cheesing boldly. Finally. As far as you’ve seen in the past, they’ve always flirted quietly. I don’t think they thought anyone noticed, but you definitely did.

“It’s about time!” You slightly shout. “I’m so happy for you guys.” You playfully shove him and he falters back grinning widely. He looks past you and then locks eyes with you again. “Well I better get going. I don’t wanna keep him waiting.” He hugs you tightly and gives you a small kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you around ok, it was so great to catch up to you again.” With that, he walks past you and disappears into the sea of people.

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“You don’t think you should slow down?” Josh asks Seungcheol. He was at least on his 10th shot at this point. It’s not like it was something light either. Although he is known to hold his liquor very well, Josh was still really worried about him. “I’ll be fine Josh, do you know who your talking to?” He retorts a little sloppily.

“You will never believe who I ran into at the bar.” Jeonghan says excitedly, coming back with Joshua’s personal drink. Everyone looks up at him with wondering eyes. “Who?” Joshua asks taking a sip of his drink. Jeonghan drums a small drumroll on the table and smacks his hands together. “Y/n!” He exclaims smiling, showing all teeth.

Seungcheol’s head quickly shot up at almost an instant. “Did you say y/n? Where? Where’d she go?” He asks loudly all at once. He walks over and grabs Jeonghan by the shoulders and looks him in the eyes. “Where did she go?” He repeats. Jeonghan just points and fixes himself after Seungcheol lets him go.

“She said she was here with a couple friends”, he begins, “she said they were here for a little celebratory reunion.” He finishes and began pouring himself a drink. Seungcheol walks away from their section and looks around the club. There’s just so many people here, no way he could make you out within this madness.

He walks back to his section and stands atop a small step that peeked out by the booth. He looks both ways multiple times, but to no avail. Suddenly his heart picked up its pace. It was like he was seeing a ghost or something. Like the entire room stood still and there was no one else inside.

He sees you. It’s surreal almost. Like the entire world stopped spinning all at once. Your section just so happened to be near great lighting and he could make out you features easily. Your hair was black. Very black actually. Your silver jewelry complimented your skin so well. He could see that you were wearing that tight black dress that showed off your figure beautifully. He always loved how that looked on you.

You seemed happy. He could see you swaying lightly to the music and laughing with your friends. Should I speak to her? It’s been a while honestly and he didn’t know how you would react to his presence. Just then he saw someone approach you from the other side of your section. Some tall guy with dark hair. He watched as the Man sparked conversation trying to get your attention.

What was he telling you? He asked to himself. You don’t seem interested. Even Seungcheol could see that. Maybe it’s because he knows you. He’s studied you for years, of course he knows. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the guy finally walked away. He walked right past Cheol, bumping him roughly.

“Watch where you’re going Dick.” The guy yelled at him. Seungcheol looked back quickly at the man. Now that he was closer, he could easily tell the man was drunk. “Just keep moving guy, you bumped into me.” Seungcheol said trying to find you. You’ve disappeared since the man stole his attention. “How about you apologize asshole!” The man yelled sloppily.

Now he was annoyed. He can’t find you and it was this guy’s fault. “What the fuck is your problem dude!?” Seungcheol started, vividly frustrated. “Get the fuck out of my face before you really piss me off!” He finished, balling his hand into a fist.

“And what exactly is gonna happen huh, you gonna hit me? I wanna see you try!” The man tested. Seungcheol quickly stepped forward about to give the man what he asked for, but was stopped by someone grabbing his arm. “He’s not worth it Cheol, come one let’s get out of here.” Jeonghan said beckoning towards the door.

Seungcheol breathed in deeply and stepped backward. “Fuck you man, go get some help.” Seungcheol said to the man while walking away. The man just flipped him off and walked away, bumping into someone else and starting the whole dispute over again.

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“I’m alright, I’m here with my boyfriend anyways.” You said to the man asking for your number. He smelled strongly like alcohol. Then, as if on cue, Dk shouts slightly to get the guy’s attention. “That’ll be me guy. Now if you don’t mind, we’d like to enjoy our night out.” He said calmly. It’s as if he’s practiced this exact conversation before. The man scoffed loudly and turned to walk away.

“Thank you best, I hate when that happens.” You say walking towards him. You stumble a little bit but Hoshi quickly catches you. “You ready to go now?” He asks, concern in his voice. “Yeah, yeah we can go.” You mumble. No way I’m already drunk, you thought to yourself. Hoshi then swings his arm through your own to help hold you up.

As you make your way through the crowd of people, you hear a familiar voice yelling almost over the music. “What the fuck is your problem dude!?” Is it-no it couldn’t be, what are the odds. You think again to yourself. You brush away the thought and continue making your way to the front door. As you step outside, you hear someone call your name. “Y/n?” You turn around and finally you see Joshua. He’s standing by a car, it’s his you assume.

“JOSH!” You yell out excitedly. You stumble to him and fall into his open arms. He giggles at your sudden actions. “Had too much to drink I see.” He says. “It was a HELL of a month.” You exclaimed, making an excuse for your multiple drinks. It has though, getting over Cheol seemed to be so much harder than you expected.

“I’m gonna get her home now”, Dk starts, cutting you from your thoughts, “she’s a bit much right now.” He says hoisting you over his strong shoulder. Joshua just laughs and nods his head. “Trust me I absolutely understand, it was great to see you again y/n,” he exclaims turning back towards the car. “Make sure you get some rest.” He says quickly before you disappeared from view.

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“WAS THAT Y/N?!” Seungcheol asks running up to Joshua a few minutes later. Moments before making his way through the crowd and out the door, he could slightly see Joshua talking to someone. It looked like her, he’s sure it was her. “Yea she was pretty messed up so her friend took her home.” Seungcheol runs his hand through his hair and sighs deeply and loudly. How the fuck did I miss her again? He thought to himself. “Let’s go hothead.” Jeonghan calls to Seungcheol, snapping him from his thoughts. He rolls his eyes and gets inside the car. Fuck this day.

~~•~~

The next day, Seungcheol wakes up to a ring from his phone. He looks at the caller ID and sees that it’s Mingyu.

Mingyu- “Cheol I’m outside your place. Answer your door.”

Seungcheol- “I just want to be left alone today Gyu, I’m not in the mood for anything or anyone.”

Mingyu- “So you don’t want to talk about what happened at work last week. We’ve put it off long enough, I think it time we talked about it.”

Seungcheol- “Fuck I completely forgot about that crazy bitch. I’ll be down.”

Seungcheol quickly gets up and throws on a T-shirt. He didn’t have work today so he’s been pretty much lounging around all day. Reaching the front door finally, he opens it to a grinning Mingyu. He’s holding up a bag of food. “Stopped and grabbed your favorite Ramyun”, he started, “figured you’d like it on a day like this.” He walks in and heads right for the couch.

Seungcheol sits in the seat beside Mingyu and began opening his food. “So what exactly did I walk into the other day huh Cheol?” Mingyu questions. Seungcheol slurps some of his noodles and looks up at Mingyu. He grabs a napkin and cleans his face before speaking. “She came to my office to push up on me again. I honestly think there’s something mentally wrong with that girl.” Seungcheol exclaims. Mingyu nods his head in agreement.

“Then she openly admitted to drugging you that night.” Mingyu shakes his head and rubs his temple. Probably contemplating his next words. “So what now, are you gonna somehow talk to y/n, she deserves to know Cheol.” Mingyu remarks. Seungcheol sighs deeply and gets up. He walks into the kitchen and opens his liquor cabinet, grabbing one of his strongest bottles. Grabbing a glass, he throws his head back in frustration.

“She won’t talk to me Gyu.” He begans, finally pouring his drink. “I doubt she would even look my way.” He says drinking his whole glass in a single head toss. Mingyu just shakes his head and rolls his eyes. “You don’t know that bro, have you even tried to reach out to her?” Mingyu questions. She’ll for sure ignore me. It definitely looked like she was over me. It’s too late, I know it is. Seungcheol thought to himself. He didn’t even want to test that theory. He was too afraid of her rejection.

“Cheol, I think you need to get out of your head and test your luck,” Mingyu starts again. “You never know, she may miss you the same way you miss her.” He sighs deeply. It’s been so long. He misses everything about you. “How about you take a few baby steps.” Mingyu snaps Cheol from his thoughts. “You know where she works correct?” He didn’t. You transferred to a new office a few months after the break up.

“I tried that Gyu, she transferred.” He says, in a defeated tone. Mingyu sighs. He’s genuinely trying to help his friend. He hates seeing him this way. “We’ll figure this out Cheol. You guys’ll be back together and happy before you know it.”

God I hope so.

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“I think that’s about it.” You say to the cashier behind the register. You were at the Market buying some groceries for your house. “Will you be using cash or card?” The cashier asked, peeking from behind the register. You show her your card just as your receive a call.

Unknown. Who’s calling from a blocked number? “Thank you.” You thank the cashier as your payment approves itself. As you finally make your way to your car, your hear it. “Y/n?” That voice again. You quickly turn around to see…Cheol? “Um hey Seungcheol.” You give him a slight smile as you shift on your feet.

“Hey, how you been?” He asks reluctantly. You shrug your shoulders and sigh deeply. “Better actually.” You were telling the truth this time. You’ve been trying not to think too much about him and it’s been working. “What about you, how’s work? You been taking care of yourself?” You ask him, tilting your head.

He reaches back and scratches his head. Shrugging his shoulders, he begins. “For the most part I guess, and work’s been work.” He sighs and grins at you slightly. It’s quiet. Awkwardly quiet. “Well it was nice catchi-“ You were suddenly cut off by his voice. “Could I possibly take you out to dinner or something? Just you know, we could catch up properly that way.”

Dinner? Your eyes find his and you finally get a good look at him. His face is so bare. His eyes were a little heavy, like he’d probably been crying recently. Those lips. His hair was blonde now and much longer. A few strands hung over his face. Has it been that long? God I miss him but does it have to be tonight? “It doesn’t have to be tonight, maybe this Friday?” He says suddenly cutting your thoughts short. How the fuck? “Yea sure, Friday.”

He grins widely, surprise danced on his face. “Great, um great that’s uh great.” He says nervously. You chuckle to yourself. Great, just as you were beginning to heal, you thought to yourself. “I guess I’ll see you Friday.” You say now grabbing your car keys from your purse. You unlock your doors and start to load up the few groceries you bought. “No way, I got it.” Seungcheol says taking the bags from your hands.

JUST GREAT. He closes your back doors and steps away. “So yea Friday. Yay!” He laughs awkwardly to himself and turns away. You smile slightly as you climb into your car. “See you then, drive safe.” He says just before you pull away. You wave to him and drive off.

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“Yay? What the fuck was that?” Mingyu asks once Seungcheol reaches his car. “Jeez I know don’t remind me.” He says smacking himself in the forehead. He looks over at the now empty parking spot that your car previously occupied.

What are the odds they’d run into you. “I thought she moved to the other side of town.” Seungcheol raises an eyebrow. You did move so what made you come all the way to this market. “She probably had business on this side of town.” Seungcheol said shrugging his shoulders. He couldn’t help but become curious as well though. He just brushed the feeling away.

“She agreed to go out with me this Friday.” He says excitedly. Just then he remembered, “Shit I don’t have her new number.” Grabbing his phone from his pocket, he quickly unlocks it. He pulls up her old contact, and he’s sure she changed her number. He’s tried calling it multiple times in the past. “It’s green Gyu.” He flips his phone showing Mingyu.

“Well no shit Cheol. She has a new number, we just discussed this.” He says rolling his eyes. “She might be on Instagram again, you should check.” Mingyu suggests shaking his phone. Seungcheol opens Instagram and finds your profile. Sure enough, your account was active again.

Your profile was different though. What once was a picture of you and Seungcheol together is now a picture from your trip to New York. He scrolls down to your new posts. She’s beautiful. Wow. He thought to himself as he stare at a recent picture of you. As he scrolls further, his phone is slipped from his hands. “Here I’ll find her.” Mingyu retorts. He looks at the screen and then back at Seungcheol.

“Now give me my phone back ass.” He says snatching his phone from Mingyu’s hands. He feels a slight vibration as he’s grabbing it. Looking down, he sees that he accidentally liked your post. “DUDE WHAT THE FUCK?!” He yells smacking himself on the forehead. “This post is like three months old.” He says staring wide eyed at Mingyu.

“Shit sorry Cheol.” He says through a chuckle. “At least you found her though right.” Seungcheol just shakes his head and smiles lowly. “You’re unbelievable dude.”

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“COME ON DUDE JUST THREE MORE!” Dk yelled. He was at the gym with one of his new friends. They met not too long ago here at the gym. “Shit bro, that’s the last time I do that after a hard workout.” The man says after jumping down. Dk walks to the small bench and grabs his water bottle.

“A bet is a bet bro, even The Kim Mingyu couldn’t make it through Seokmin’s Muscle Trial unwinded” he says smugly. Mingyu dabs at his neck with his towel. “So any plans for tomorrow?” Mingyu asks Dk as they head for their lockers. “Well I did have plans but my bestfriend rescheduled on me for her ex.” He says rolling his eyes. Mingyu nods his head taking in the info.

“Well you could come over for a few beers tomorrow if you want.” Like Dk, Mingyu was supposed to hang out with Seungcheol but he had that date with you. “Yea I’ll come over, you seem desperate,” he retorts through a chuckle. Mingyu just pushed him and then started to gather the rest of his things. “Whatever, I’ll see you then bro. Get home safely.” He yells to Dk as he heads out the locker room.

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“Yea a dinner reservation for two, I called two days ahead.” Seungcheol says to the woman at the front desk. She nods her head without looking up at him. “Name please.” She says whilst typing frantically. “Seungcheol, Choi Seungcheol.” He shifts from foot to foot. “The lady looks up at the mention of his name and stares in awe.

“Oh yes Mr. Choi, I’m so sorry uh, right this way.” She says stepping out from behind the desk. She leads him past a huge dining room area and into a more secluded section of the restaurant. “Here you are.” She gestures to a chair for him to sit in.

“A waiter should be right with you soon, again I’m so sorry.” She apologizes before walking away.

A good 15 minutes goes by before he decides to call you. God I hope she didn’t flake on me. I definitely wouldn’t blame her though. Please don’t flake on me. He grabs his phone from his pocket and calls Mingyu.

Seungcheol- “Dude it’s been 15 minutes. What if she doesn’t show up?”

Mingyu- “Give her time Cheol, she just may be running late.”

As Mingyu spoke, he sees you. The woman from earlier is with you. For some reason though, he can’t move. To say you look amazing is an understatement, ethereal if he should name it. Your wavy hair was off to the side with a clip holding some hair up on your left side. You were wearing a long black dress with a slit that revealed your bare leg.

He sees you thank the woman and walk towards the table. “Uhhh I’ll call you back Gyu.” As you get closer he can see you’re wearing the anklet he got for you a couple years back. No way she still has it. Small hearts hung on different parts it. He saw you point it out at a store once and got it for you as a present. “Sorry to keeping you waiting.” You say as you get closer.

Seungcheol quickly stands up and pulls your chair out. “No it’s ok, I was a little early anyways.” You scoot your chair in as he takes his seat again. A waitress then walks towards your table with two menus.

After explaining the specials, the waitress pulls out a note pad. “Could I start you off with something to drink? Wine maybe?” Seungcheol looks up at you and instantly lock eyes. God she’s beautiful. “Uh two glasses of Chardonnay please.” He’s says not breaking eye contact. “Yes sir.” The woman nods a walks off.

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“Oh my god I can’t believe you remember that.” Seungcheol laughed covering his mouth. It seemed to be going well with you guys. You’ve been enjoying yourself and Cheol looks rather happy. “It’s hard not to remember. How could you possibly mix shampoo up with Nair.” You chuckle while taking a sip of your drink. “Be thankful you caught on before you used too much. The laughter dies a little as you take in each other’s company.

You’re both quiet now, finishing your food. “I missed you y/n.” Seungcheol says breaking the silence. I miss you too, so much. You say to yourself. “I hate how things ended with us,” he continues, we both did things that were wrong but that doesn’t mean-“ his sentence was cut short.

Both?! What the fuck did I do? “Wait both? What did I do exactly?” You question staring at him deeply. How could he say that? He’s the one who cheated. “You pushed me away.” Is he serious? “Uh yea after you cheated on me with your coworker.” He sighed and turned his head away. “Fuck I’m sorry Y/n really. I wish I could take it back but I just can’t.”

He turns his head back to you and makes eye contact. You quickly look away. Tears are welling up in your eyes, why? Memories of your times together flood your mind. Fuck why couldn’t it just be the way it used to be. “Why didn’t you say something to me when it first started Cheol? Why didn’t you cut it short when it first started?” You blurt out loudly.

“We were happy Seungcheol. Everything was so perfect.” You wipe your eyes and brush your hair behind your ear. Get yourself together Y/n, it’s in the past. He reaches out and grabs your hand. “I hate myself for how I handled the whole situation. I should’ve said something earlier.” He had tears in his eyes. There was vivid remorse behind them but you just couldn’t shake your own feelings away.

“Hello, is there anything else I could get you tonight?” You didn’t even hear the waitress approach the table. “Uh no just the check.” Cheol exclaimed giving her a slight smile. “You ready to go?” You nod your and began to gather your things. After paying the bill, you both walk outside as the valet brings his car around.

It was a long and quiet ride back to your house. Once he pulls up, he puts the car in park and looks over at you. “I love you Y/n. I’ve never stopped loving you.” He reaches over and grabs your hand. You jump at his sudden action. It’s been so long since you’ve felt his touch.

“I’m sorry Seungcheol, I love you but not in that way anymore,” you began, “I just can’t forgive you for hurting me.” You pull your hand away and began to open the door. Just then Seungcheol reaches and grabs your arm. “Y/n please. I’m sorry.” You can see him welling up. “Please just let me explain.” I can’t watch this. “I’m sorry Cheol.” You quickly step out and run inside your house.

I’m so sorry.

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“Dude that was like five tops, come on just five more.” Mingyu says to Dk. He breathes out deeply and pushes through the rest of the set. “Fuck Mingyu that was like twenty pounds over my normal weight.” He says after putting the bar back in its place. “Oh suck it up Dk, you made it didn’t you?” They grab their things and head towards the locker room.

Dk grabs the seat closest to his locker and opens his water for a drink. “I should’ve let that bar fall on top of you last month.” He says playfully rolling his eyes. Mingyu laughs and grabs his towel from his locker. “Yea whatever, you love having me as a friend.” Just then Mingyu gets a call on his phone. It’s Seungcheol.

Mingyu- “Hey bro, how you been holding up?”

Seungcheol- “I can’t take it bro. I’m lost without her.”

Mingyu- “You’ve been doing so much better Cheol, why relapse now?”

Seungcheol- “I can’t stop thinking about our date last week. I just feel like we were almost there. Could you just come over for a bit?”

Mingyu- “Alright Cheol, I’ll be there soon.”

Dk blinks rapidly and runs his fingers through his hair. Did he say Cheol, as in Seungcheol? What are the odds? “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to snoop but did you say Cheol?” Dk asks reluctantly. Mingyu nods his head. “Yea sorry about that. It was just my friend Seungcheol.” Dk chuckles slightly. “As in Choi Seungcheol?”

Mingyu ruffles his eyebrows and takes a seat next to him. “Do you know him or something?” Dk just shrugs and turns his body towards him. “Well if it’s the Seungcheol I’m thinking about, he used to date my bestfriend Y/n.” Mingyu raises his eyebrows and quickly nods his head.

“I know he’s your friend and all,” Dk began, “but he’s a piece of shit.” He says standing up to grab his bag. Mingyu sighs deeply. He doesn’t blame Dk for how he feels. “There’s something you should know, something you and Y/n should know.” Dk looks down at him and shrugs his shoulders. “Please continue.”

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It’s been a little over a week now, why can’t I stop thinking about him. You shake your head and sit up in your bed. You loved him, more than words can explain. Why Cheol?

Just then you hear your doorbell ring. You look at the camera app on your phone and smile instantly at Dk’s face. He’s uncomfortably close to the lens. “I know you can see me Y/n, come open the door. You chuckle to yourself and run downstairs to open your door.

“I have Moscato.” He smiles brightly and shakes the bottle as he walks in. “You been alright best?” He asks grabbing two glasses from the cabinet. You sigh deeply and brush your hair behind your hair. “You ever wish you could go back in time and change some things about your life?” You ask him as he pours your drink.

“I think all my decisions have led me to where I am now, so to answer your question babe, no.” You sigh deeply and finish your drink in a head toss. “I can’t stop thinking about him Dokyeomie,” you start, “I loved him and he just threw it all away.” Dk sighs to himself and looks away. He’s contemplating over whether he should tell you this or not.

“Best I have to tell you something.” He grabs your hand and pulls you towards the living room. “Sit here, and drink this.” He refills your glass and sits back. “You’re scaring me Dk, what’s wrong?” You question as you take a sip. He takes a deep breathe and grabs your hand.

“He never wanted to hurt your feelings,” he continues after a short pause, “it wasn’t his fault.” You’re taken aback by his words. You quickly snatch away and stand up. “Why are you defending him Seokmin, I’m your best friend not him. HE CHEATED ON ME.” You yell through welling tears. How could he sit here and defend him to you.

“Y/n please just listen to me.” He begs, gesturing for you to sit back down. “NO, after all I’ve been through emotionally, are you really gonna sit here in my face and defend his actions, are you serious right now? HOW COULD-“ Your words were cut short. “HE WAS DRUGGED Y/N!”

There was a long silence.

What the fuck. What? How? “W-What? How do you know? Who told you that?” You sit down and take a deep breath. “Remember that guy I told you about last month? Well that Gyu, is Mingyu, Seungcheol’s best friend and secretary.” You stare at him blankly. There’s no words. “He overheard Seungcheol and that chick Nayeon having a conversation a while ago. She admitted to drugging him that night. She set him up Y/n, it wasn’t his fault.”

I hate you. Fuck you Seungcheol. I hope it was worth it. Your past words create a heart wrenching ache in your chest. Drugged? “Oh Dk what did I do?” You hate yourself. You blamed him for so long. “I told him I hated him Dk, I fucking hit him. What kind of a bitch am I?” Dk grabs your arm and pulls you into a hug just as tears began to pour down your face.

You can’t help but feel a sense of guilt. Why didn’t I just listen to my gut. He would’ve never intentionally hurt me like that. “You know you could call him Y/n, it’s never too late.” Dk says cutting you from your thoughts. He hates me. I would hate me. He would never take me back. Not after I turned him down and ran out on him last week.

“I can’t do that Dk. I’ve hurt him. Multiple times.” You cry loudly into his shoulder. What am I gonna do?

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It’s been two weeks since your date. “I love you Cheollie, I can’t wait to see you again.” Seungcheol lays on the bed and listens to an old message you’ve sent him a couple years back.“I love you Cheollie, I can’t-.” The message repeats again but is cut short by his battery alert. He leans forward but bumps the table dropping his phone.

His hand then accidentally clicks the trash can symbol at the bottom of the screen.

“Fuck what did I do?” He says trying to restore the recording. “FUCK!” He tosses his phone across the room. It’s always gonna be my word against yours. No one is gonna believe you Cheol. Her words played like a broken record in his head. He hated her. He hated her for coming between the two of you. Most of all he hated himself for ever being nice to her.

He looks over at his now empty liquor cabinet. He quit drinking recently, for you. He wanted to get better for you. Now there’s no point. You aren’t here and you won’t be coming back. *Sigh*. He grabs his jacket and keys and head for the door. He can hear the pounding rain from outside the door but he doesn’t care right now. He unlocks the door and swings it open with his head down.

Fuck it I need drink. I have to stop thinking about- “You?”

“Hi Cheol.”

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<A/N> Let me know what y’all think about it please and thank you. I know it’s long over do but this is just a little something for now.

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locked out of heaven (university au)

fratboy!mingyu x fem!reader

synopsis: you never thought you’d call him for anything other than sex, but after locking your keys in your car at 2 am, he’s the only one who answers.

word count: 2.9k words

warnings: cursing, (badly written) smut, oral (fem. receiving)

a/n: kinda inspired by me locking myself out of my car the other day (thankfully not in the middle of the night). also, i am obsessed with the idea of mingyu being a frat boy lol. also, this maybe kinda shitty because this is the first thing i’ve written in like a year lmao

“fuck, why is nobody answering?!” you exasperated, looking at the list of calls you attempted to make, but to no avail.

you’d think that someone would answer after 6 missed calls, but it couldn’t be soonyoung. you called almost all of your friends in your contacts; hell, you even called wonwoo. but those bitches wouldn’t answer the phone.

being stuck at a kind of creepy gas station at 2:30 on the morning was most certainly not ideal. when you had gotten out of your car to get gas, you’d thought that you left your door unlocked. however, after pumping the gas and trying to get back in the car, the door didn’t budge when you pulled the handle. the thought of how careless and stupid you could be caused tears to start building up in your eyes.

you scanned your phone, trying desperately to think of who to call. your eyes landed on someone that was probably going to be your last option; someone you would prefer not to call in your current situation: kim mingyu. you and mingyu have been fuck buddies since the start of the semester. you just so happened to meet at a frat party on rush night; how you didn’t ever notice this hot man until junior year was bewildering.

that night the two of you hooked up, exchanging numbers afterwards, and it ended up lasting till around halloween. one thing about your relationship though, you almost never called first, making this even more awkward. however, this gorgeous man was your last resort and hopefully your knight in shining armor.

you pressed the call button, holding it up to your ear. after four rings, the tears started to burn in your eyes, losing all hope, but the universe was on your side this time as mingyu answered.

“hey, love. i would never expect-“ he began, but was cut off.

“oh, thank fuck!” you cheered, with a sigh of relief. you choked back at the now tears of happiness.

“what, were you really that horny?” he chuckled, and you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“not exactly.”

“oh then, what is it?”

“so um, i locked myself out of my car at a gas station, and nobody was answering my calls,” you sniffled, wiping the stray tear that fell on your cheek. “i was wondering if you could pick me up.”

you could hear mingyu clamber out of bed, sounding like he hit the floor. “jesus, mingyu, don’t hurt yourself,” you scolded with a light chuckle.

“oh my god, y/n, i will be there as soon as i can. text me which one you’re at, but don’t hang up, okay?” mingyu rambled, sounding like he was shuffling around and then a jingle of some keys.

“okay.” you followed his orders, putting him on speaker and sending your location.

the sound of his car turning on brought yet another sigh of relief, and you finally felt comfortable enough to sit on the hood of your car.

“you still okay, love?” mingyu asked after a few moments. the simple pet name made your heart swell and cheeks heat up, but you’d never admit anything to yourself or others the possible feelings you had.

“yeah, thank you again,” you replied, a small smile forming on your lips. “even for a frat boy, you’re really sweet.”

“hey now, watch the stereotypes,” he scoffed in a joking manner. it was silent for a couple minutes before he piped up again. “okay, i’m turning onto the street.”

you hopped off the car, fixing your hair, and adjusting your clothes before his arrival. sure enough, 30 seconds later, a black jeep with a Lambda Chi Alpha license plate on the grill turned into the parking lot. mingyu pulled up to the gas pump directly in front of yours, putting the car in park.

you ended the call before you jogging to his car, climbing into the passenger’s seat. you sat there for a couple minutes, twiddling with your thumbs before anyone said anything.

“okay, so what do you plan on doing now? am i taking you to your apartment, or something?”

“we can’t exactly do that when i don’t have my keys, and my roommate is asleep. i called them countless times, but they never picked up,” you whined. the panic started to set in again; even though you finally had someone here, you had no fucking clue what you were going to do now. “god, i’m so fucking stupid. how the fuck does this happen?!”

“woah, it’s okay, y/n. this happens to everyone at least once,” he cooed, rubbing your back. “how about this: you can spend the night with me, and i can take you home in the morning. then, we can figure out the situation with your car.”

“okay,” you croaked out, your breathing starting to even back out. you smoothed your hands over your pants, leaning back into the seat. mingyu suddenly grabbed your hand, slightly startling you. he mumbled an apology with a shy smile, squeezing your hand.

you’d assumed he would’ve let go, but he didn’t. well, he did let go for a moment as he shifted gears to start the journey home, but his hand quickly intertwined itself with yours almost immediately.

you couldn’t help the blush forming on your cheeks at the sweet gesture. if you were being honest with yourself, you had began to develop feelings for him following the long conversations shared after sex.

you stole a couple glances on the short ride to his place, admiring how the streetlights would illuminate his features. he may have caught you once, causing your cheeks to heat up as a grin formed on his lips.

he parked and climbed out the car, and you only had a chance to open your door before he was there, offering you a hand. you accepted, stepping down from the jeep; he shut the door once you got out, locking the car.

you followed him the short walk down the sidewalk and to the front of the chapter house. even though this was definitely not your first time here, being under vastly different circumstances, you found yourself just sort of standing there after slipping your shoes off. thankfully it seemed all the others were asleep in their rooms, or at least just hanging out in there.

you looked around as if you were discovering what it looked like for the first time. you took a long exhale as you shoved your hands in your jacket pockets and began rocking back and forth on your feet. mingyu had began walking down the hall, but he must’ve felt you not following him. he stopped and turned around, giggling slightly at you standing there so cutely.

“make yourself at home, love. i’m gonna go grab you some clothes to change into,” he called as he continued along to his room.

he came back in less than two minutes with clothes in hand, which you accepted and went to the restroom to change. he may have seen you naked before, but something felt different right now.

once you got in the bathroom, you wanted to keel over after seeing your reflection. you looked an absolute wreck with hair going every direction, mascara that ran down your cheeks, and eyeliner smeared practically to your ears.

you washed your face and ran fingers through your hair to get the fly aways under control. after finishing washing up, you changed into the set of clothes that smelled of his detergent and cologne.

you stepped out of the bathroom, hugging your old clothes to your chest. you saw mingyu on the couch in the living room, scrolling on his phone. you coughed, gaining his attention as he set his phone down on the arm rest beside him.

“thank you for picking me up,” you say, getting flustered as his gaze was completely focused on you. “and for not saying anything about how much of wreck i looked.”

“i mean, sometimes you look like that after i fuck the shit out of you,” he replied, a shit eating grin. you gasp, throwing the clothes you had in your hands at his head. “i’m kidding. well, kind of.”

“whatever,” you muttered, biting back a smile. you went into his kitchen to grab a plastic sack to throw your clothes in. you return to the living room to find him standing up, arms stretched over his head as he yawned. the way his shirt slightly rose to expose some of his tummy and the muscles in his biceps had you biting your lip again, but for another reason.

he peaked an eye open, looking right at you. “i could feel you staring at me.”

“i can’t help it when you’re that pretty,” you shrugged, happy that it was his cheeks heat up this time.

“okay, well, i’m tired and ready for bed so,” he paused, walking towards you slightly. he crouched down slightly, wrapping his arms around your thighs as he lifted you. “let’s go to bed.”

“oh my god, mingyu!” you exclaimed, giggling at his antics, holding onto his waist for dear life as you hung upside down.

he jogged upstairs and into his room, kicking the door shut. he threw you down on the bed, climbing over top of you. his strong arms on either side of your head, and his eyes just boarded into yours. you expected him to kiss you harshly, but he crouched down to peck your forehead before falling beside you.

he rolled onto his side, wrapping an arm over top of you and pulling you to do the same. when you did, your eyes met his; this eye contact was different from how it was times before, at least if your memory serves you right. it would’ve made you insecure if it wasn’t for the gentle smile on his lips.

you took advantage of this moment to admire his features as well. the way his hair that had grown quite a bit since the beginning of the year, or the way the apple of his cheek became a bit more prominent because of his grin. you went back to look in his eyes, and as expected, he was still staring directly at you.

“not gonna lie, with you looking at me like that, i’d think you were gonna confess your feelings for me,” you mumbled, laughing lightly. you don’t even know why you said that, but honestly, that’s what you were hoping he would do.

he just laid there for a moment, slightly taken aback. he didn’t say anything as he shifted to lay on his back, now staring up at the ceiling.

“i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have said-“

“i do like you, y/n. a lot, actually.”

now it was your turn to lay there flabbergasted, which the surprise only lasted for a moment before the joy overwhelmed it. “good. me too,” you replied, sitting up. you swung one of your legs around, straddling his waist before falling onto him.

one of his hands landed on your hip, the other behind your head, as you kissed him. when he began to kiss back, it started out innocent, but his grip on your hip became tighter as his tongue slipped in your mouth. the other hand started tugging at your hair, causing you to moan into his mouth.

as the make out session continued, it slowly became more heated as you began to grind on his crotch. it seemed to flip a switch in his head, and he flipped you over, quickly moving on top of you. he quickly took his shirt off as you did the same, followed by your pants.

you laid there in your panties that most definitely did not match your bra, but it didn’t matter as the look in his eyes did not falter for a moment.

“you’re so fucking perfect,” he groaned, pulling you up slightly to meet your lips again.

it didn’t last long before he started kissing down your jaw and onto your neck. he found the sweet spot like he did every time and sucked on it, causing a moan to leave your lips. he continued to leave his mark as he worked his way down your chest. he reached underneath you, unclamping your bra, and threw it on the floor beside the bed.

he got lower and lower until he met your clothed pussy. his hand began sliding up and down your thigh before he paused for a moment, looking up into your eyes.

“do you want to do this?” he asked, waiting for your consent.

“fuck yes,” you answered quickly, raising your hips off the bed, so he’d be able to get them off easier.

he pulled them off with two fingers on each side, throwing them onto the floor. he kissed and licked his way up your legs, slowing down once he reached the most tender part of your inner thighs. he sucked on the sensitive skin, licking over your stretch marks and the fresh marks left there. he pulled your legs over his shoulders as he got closer to your cunt. his eyes looked up at you as his tongue met your folds, watching your eyelids flutter and you hands grip the bedsheets.

he found your clit, slightly sucking on it before teasing your hole with the rough pad of his finger. he licked over your cunt again before inserting two digits into your greedy hole, eliciting a moan of pleasure from you.

he continued pumping in and out of you with his fingers, slowly adding another, playing with your clit with his tongue. it wasn’t long before the coil in your stomach started to become tighter, and your moans becoming more sporadic. in this moment, you hope his frat brothers are asleep because if not, there’s no way they couldn’t hear what was going on.

mingyu’s mouth left your clit, but his thumb quickly replaced it, not allowing for your climax to slip away. he knew you were close.

“come on, baby. be a good girl, and come on fingers,” he commanded, which seconds after, you released onto his fingers with one last loud moan.

you panted for a moment as he pulled his fingers out, sucking your juices. he shifted, allowing your legs to fall on either side of him as he reached up to kiss you again. the way you could taste yourself on his tongue made you moan again, and you could feel his clothed length rubbing on the inside of your thigh.

“i want you inside of me,” you whined, breaking the kiss.

“i thought you’d never ask, baby.”

he quickly took off his boxers, freeing his member that dripped of precum down the angry head. he reached onto his bedside table, grabbing a condom. he quickly rolled it on and aligned his cock with your entrance. he sank in slowly, bottoming out in you, filling you so nicely like he did every time before he slowly started pumping in and out. the curve of his dick hit at just the right angle every time, causing a long series of moans to fall from your lips.

“you always take me so well, baby. your pretty little pussy is so fucking perfect,” he groaned.

the lustful sounds coming from him and you felt like heaven, and god, he never wanted to forget this feeling. the way your nails dug into his back, leaving bright red scratches over his toned back, and the way he knew his grip on your thigh would most likely leave a bruise that he’d probably feel guilty for later.

his pace became faster and sloppier as he began to reach his climax, but his thumb met your tender clit, rubbing quick circles over it. the way he knew your body like the back of his hand never ceased to amaze you. your walls began to clench around his cock, causing almost a growl to fall from his lips. he knew you were close behind him, so he didn’t hold back and released into the condom. he continued through his high, and you were seeing stars as the orgasm finally hit you.

a long sigh left your lips as your eyes rolled back into your head. thankfully, you didn’t pass out this time like you have in the past; that sure as hell gave mingyu a scare, thinking he went too far.

he slowly pulled out, your cum slipping out onto the bed as he did so. he quickly disposed of the condom as he got up to get a rag to clean you up. he threw it in a hamper on the side of the room before falling in bed beside you.

he laid on his back, and he pulled you to his side, allowing you to lay your head on his chest. you could hear his steadying heartbeat as you traced small shapes on his tummy. he gently ran his fingers over your back as you both laid there in silence for a moment.

“would you want to be my girlfriend?” mingyu asked quietly, his hand stopping. the thought of you rejecting him still crossed his mind, causing a lump to feel like it was building in his chest.

“yeah,” you answered, cheeks heating up slightly. you were glad he couldn’t see you right now because he probably would take the opportunity to tease you.

he raised up for a moment to turn the lamp off, but he settled back into his original position. it wasn’t long before he could tell you’d fallen asleep with your even, slow breaths and the cute way your feet would slightly twitch in your sleep. he kissed the top of your head, pulling you in tighter if possible before drifting off to sleep too. he’d deal with his brothers’ noise complaints in the morning.

#mingyu x reader #frat boy!mingyu #frat mingyu #seventeen fanfic #seventeen #kim mingyu #university au #seventeen smut #kim mingyu smut #mingyu smut

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bisexualmultifandommess · 4 months

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Because it makes me sad that Merlin hated Mordred’s guts and Mordred eventually ended up betraying them all I need fics where they get along and are sort of like brothers but maybe a subversion of the protective big brother trope and it’s Mordred being an overprotective little brother instead.

Please tell me if there’s any fics like this because I would love it

#some visiting noble or their servant flirts with merlin and little 12 year old mordred death stares them #or adult mordred getting upset anytime merlin is in danger during battles even though he knows he’s probably the most powerful #merlin in turn becomes defensive of his little brother #“he’s just baby it’s not his fault” “he’s seventeen 😒” “your point?”#merlin #merlin bbc #merlin emrys #sir mordred #fanfiction #fanfics #alternate universe #fanfic aus

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whoreanghae · 9 months

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familiar ; kwon soonyoung

genre - strangers to lovers, meetcute, y/n works at a cafe

word count - 1.8k

disclaimers - lowercase on purpose, no proofreading, fic under the cut

a/n - soooo its been a while... ive had a very busy 2023 and a very severe case of writers block, but i wanted to write a cute hoshi fic about a cafe so this is what we get. im also in the works of writing a longer fic like my last one, but that wont be out for a bit, its still very early stages. regardless, i hope u enjoy this messy lil hoshi fic! (because i wouldnt be whoreanghae without a little hoshi here and there) its just sweet and warm and fuzzy etc etc hope u enjoy xoxo k

“order up!”

life working in the cafe was nothing short of fast paced. you were constantly making drinks or baked goods that in a 6 hour shift you were basically running around the entire time. you had no way of pointing out specific things or people, it was just go, go, go. you were used to the environment, and you enjoyed how you had no time to dwell on mistakes or mishaps. you simply had to move on to the next task.

this day things werent as hectic as they usually were, so you were testing out new drinks and snacks for the menu. as you started pouring milk into an empty cup for the next round of testing, you heard the bell above the door jingle and quickly poured the last cup of milk and turned around. the man who stood a couple feet away from the counter was what you would call ‘a familiar’. you dont see him enough to call him a regular, but you see him just enough that he stands out when you see him walk in. he was one of those people you still noticed out of the rest even in one of those fast paced busy days. you watch as his eyes scan the menus above your head, and he taps his foot as he tries to decide what to order. after 20 seconds or so he steps up to the counter and smiles. you give him a smile back.

“welcome back! what’ll it be today?”

“hmmm, im thinking ill go for something matcha today. maybeeeee a medium iced matcha latte?”

you hum and nod as you press buttons on the register.

“good choice, good choice, can i get you anything else today?”

“and a large iced americano!”

“allllright, ill get started on that for you now.”

you shoot him another smile as he takes out his card and taps it on the machine. you spin around and start getting out the ingredients to make his drinks. everytime he comes in, he always gets a different drink from the menu for himself, then a large iced americano. every time, a large iced americano. you just assume the drink is for a girlfriend or someone, and continue on with your day. as much as youd never admit it, some days you kind of wish he stops ordering the americano. its not that you dont want the cafe getting any sales, its just that he is handsome. so handsome. and you dont want to make a fool of yourself and hit on a guy with a girlfriend. so as long as hes ordering the large iced americano, youll keep to yourself.

you whip up the drinks and bring them to the other end of the counter, as his head pops up and he comes over to pick up the drinks. he thanks you, and you wish him a good day as he heads out the door again. you sigh, watching him leave with that damn large iced americano in his left hand.

your coworkers start to pick up on your little thing for mr familiar, so everytime they see him coming, theyre coincidentally busy in that moment. he comes in a couple times again throughout the week, still ordering the americano. you still shoot him the same smile, wishing him well, and watching him leave with the drinks in tow. one day, just one day, he wont order the americano and youll be able to make a move. but, that just wasnt the day.

one day when work is particularly dead, youre sitting at a table a few feet away from the counter eating your lunch when the door bell rings again. you look up, and youre met with mr familiar yet again. you wave meekly as he smiles and nods your way. your coworker serves him, since you had just sat down. you try to not look at him, or listen to what hes ordering. hes just another customer, why do you wonder so strongly what drinks he had just ordered? you push it out of your mind as you try to finish your sandwich. out of the corner of your eye you see your coworker place a drink and something else on the counter, and mr familiar walks to the counter and picks it up. but, instead of hearing the door bell yet again, you’re instead met with a figure standing over your table.

“is this seat taken?”

he gestures to the chair opposite you at the small table. you shake your head and nod for him to sit down. he places his drink and sandwich on the table and grins at you. you try to stop the tips of your ears from turning red, but you can feel the heat blazing from the side of your head. you both eat your lunch as you make small talk. you learn that he actually goes to your school, which is just down the block. hes a dance major, which piques your interest even more. it turns out that he has a really cute laugh, and loves tigers. you tell him about your self, and he listens intently the entire time. he nods his head along with your stories which makes you smile to yourself. you check your watch, realizing that the lunch rush is about to start.

“im so sorry to cut this short, but i have to get back to work, the lunch rush is about to start and i cant leave them high and dry.”

“oh no worries at all! i have a class at 1:00 anyways, its probably time for me to head back now too.”

“it was really nice talking to you.”

“it was nice talking to you too, wait, here-”

he rummages in his pocket, pulling out a crumpled up receipt and a pen. he scrawls something on the back of the paper, and shoves it into the pouch of your apron. you laugh at his urgency as he puts the pen back into his pocket and heads out the door. he waves as he walks past the front windows, and you wave back in a sort of shock. you pull the crumpled paper out of your apron and read it. the paper reads “Soonyoungie~” and his number. as you read this, you realize you never even gave him your name. you see a string of customers begin to roll in, so you shove the receipt into your back pocket and get back to work.

as the day comes to an end and youre sitting in your bed in your pajamas, you keep turning the receipt over and over in your hands. you trace the letters and numbers with your fingers so much that you think they might soon rub off the paper. do i text him? how long do i wait? did i wait too long? you stare at the receipt until you fall asleep, paper in hand. you wake up the next morning to the receipt laying on the floor next to your bed. you pick it up, grab your phone, and carefully type the numbers into a new contact. you make sure to reread it about 20 times, before naming the number “soonyoung” and flopping back onto your bed.

you get to work, and youre staring at the empty text conversation between you and mr familiar, who youve now discovered is ‘soonyoung’. then, you quickly realize that you didnt tell him your name. your palm connects with your forehead as you realize that youre probably just ‘cafe girl’ to him at this point. you see your manager walk out of the back room in the corner of your eye, so you put your phone back into your pocket so she doesnt shout at you. it feels like your phone is weighing you down, whispering ‘text him, text him’ into your ear as you mix drinks. you push soonyoung to the back of your mind, trying to just get through this shift.

the cafe is booming this day, customers are constantly in and out and there are so many people that the tables are all filled. you and your coworkers are switching out with each other between cleaning/serving tables, working the cash, and making the orders. it just so happens that your shift as the cashier had just started when you see a familiar face coming in. soonyoung smiles as he sees you, and glances at the menu before coming up to the counter. you beam at him as he looks at you over the counter. you notice another guy next to him, looking around the cafe in awe.

“hi soonyoung! whats on the menu today?”

“a large vanilla latte for me, and a large iced americano for my friend.”

you blink to yourself as you type in the order. large iced americano… large iced americano… the large iced americano wasnt for a girlfriend, it was for a friend. the man next to soonyoung had a kind smile, and he radiated warm energy. you give both of them a grin as you gesture to the machine and watch as soonyoung taps his card yet again.

“so what are you two doing out today?”

“we both had some time between classes, and i always bring seungkwan americanos from here because he says theyre the best in seoul, so today i convinced him to come with me.”

“ahhh, well im glad you enjoy them, seungkwan.”

he gives a smile back as you hear soonyoungs name called from the end of the counter.

“have a good day you two!”

“you too, y/n!”

soonyoung calls back as he heads out the door and you move on to your next customer. wait. he knew your name? how did he know your name? the interaction lingers in your mind throughout every customer you serve until youre about to close. you think about it over and over again, and bring it up to one of your coworkers.

“hey, did you tell that guy soonyoung my name?”

“huh? no, why?”

“its weird, he came in and he knew my name..”

“honey, did you forget whats right here?”

she pats your chest, and you look down at your apron. you feel like an idiot. name tag. thats how he knew. your coworker laughs and pats your back as she goes back into the breakroom. you clean off the counters and take out your phone and quickly type out a message.

y/n : hey soonyoung! this is y/n from the cafe :)

you stare at the message for what felt like hours, and reluctantly turn your phone off and go back to cleaning up so you can go home. as youre putting the containers of milk back into the fridge, you hear your phone buzz on the counter and spin around.

soonyoung : hey y/n!

soonyoung : how is/was work?

the message makes you smile, as you send another one and push your phone across the counter, flustered.

y/n : it got better after i saw a certain familiar face :))

#kpop fluff #seventeen imagines #kpop x reader #seventeen #seventeen fluff #seventeen reactions #hoshi x reader #university au #cafe #strangers to lovers #cafe meetcute #hoshi fluff #kwon soonyoung #kwon soonyoung x reader #kpop x you #seventeen x you #whoreanghae

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cherries-jubileee · 2 months

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when you're lost in the darkness. . .

pairing : kwon soonyoung x reader

au : the last of us

summary : seoul falls first to the infection, and five years is too long for one man to be alone.

cw : canon-typical violence (for tlou), character death, mentions of infection/viruses, hurt/comfort, also hurt/no comfort, the crushing weight of being alone in the apocalypse, mentions of blood/gore

wc : 8.3k

day zero

year one of the outbreak

soonyoung is slouched over the kitchen counter when you walk out of the bedroom that morning, desperately trying to figure out how to use your new keurig as quietly as possible. it’s far earlier in the morning than you’re used to, having to be wide awake before the sun has fully risen, but the law firm that’s hired you on is well-known and respectable, and you want to make a good impression. this new schedule, you tell yourself, is only temporary, and you’d be able to afford to sleep in just a little more a few months down the line.

“soonyoungie, you should be in bed right now,” you say, finally, after several moments of watching your partner struggle to find the power button to your coffee-maker. soonyoung doesn’t jump or act surprised that you’ve been standing behind him, but you note that he looks only the slightest bit apologetic, “the physician said you needed to be resting as much as possible, i know i’m not the only person who heard that.”

you don’t feel bad when his lips pull into a tired pout – you’ve been desensitized to it at this point – but perhaps your heart aches a little when he plays with the laces of his hoodie and mumbles, “but i wanted to make you coffee for your first day at work.”

soonyoung looks precious like this, in your opinion, and your opinions are very rarely objectively wrong; you don’t know when he rolled out of bed after you got up to shower, but he’s still sleep-warmed and half-asleep, snuggled into a well-worn hoodie you remember gifting him before you had even officially started dating. he’s barefooted, which, on the kitchen tile floors, can’t exactly be pleasant, but he doesn’t seem perturbed by it at all. the only thing ruining your domestic view of your boyfriend has to be the rough, wet cough that comes from him the next time he opens his mouth, quickly shoving his face into his elbow as the coughing fit wracks his body. whatever he meant to say before is lost between the both of you, and you flit around the kitchen restlessly to get him a glass of water.

“i know, it’s miserable,” you tell him, after the coughing has stopped and he’s taken the glass from your hands, “i’m very happy that you wanted to send me off today, but it’s super early, and i know you don’t feel well right now. did you already check your temperature while i was getting ready?”

soonyoung nods, but knowing the look in his eyes, he isn’t pleased with the answer. “still have a fever,” he rasps, and when you raise your hand to press it against his forehead, smoothing his hair from his face, he leans into you without hesitation.

disappointment and worry pull your lips into a frown. “you are still a little warm.” it’s not new information, but you don’t like admitting it. already, it’s been a week since soonyoung was exiled from the company building until he got better, and only three days since he’d developed that nasty cough. his symptoms weren’t dire, you were well aware of that, but that didn’t make you worry any less over his well being. soonyoung is still pallid, his face uncharacteristically puffy and tender – you remember that the doctor had brushed it off, claiming it was nothing more than lymph node inflammation from some kind of virus; he’d sent soonyoung home with anti-inflammatories, and instructions to remain rested and hydrated. this was the first day you would be gone at work full-time, and you were already fretting over how soonyoung would fair being left by himself. “go back to bed, and call me when you wake up.”

soonyoung hums. “alright, take care.”

“and if you start to feel worse, just tell me and i’ll come straight home.”

“okay.”

“and make sure to eat something. your appetite probably isn’t what it usually is, but you should still try and eat.”

“got it.”

“if you want, i can have something delivered –”

“babe.” soonyoung’s groan is slightly muffled by his hoodie, his hands coming up to your arms to pull you back, “do you even want this job? you’re gonna be late.”

checking your phone, you curse when you realise he’s right. if you wanted to make it to the firm before you were officially late, you would have to leave now. “alright, alright, i’m going. i love you. and i’m serious about you calling me if you need anything, okay?”

you don’t wait for an answer, even though soonyoung is still nodding as you lean up and press a kiss to the side of his head, pull back and, upon further consideration, kiss his cheek again for good measure. soonyoung sees you out as far as the door, leaning from the threshold and waving at you as you hurry down the hallway. you turn to him for the last time as you reach the elevator, blowing him another flurry of air kisses until the elevator dings, and the door opens. he watches you disappear from view, slowly closing the door in front of him.

the trip back to bed, now that the house is empty, feels infinitely longer than it should have. he can still hear the television murmuring quietly from when you turned it on; you like to absently listen to the news while you get ready in the mornings. admittedly, there aren’t many days where you are gone, and soonyoung is home alone. most days, you were both gone until late into the afternoon – soonyoung, at practice and in the studio, and you, at school. the most recent turn of events had been your graduation from law school, which gave you an uncanny few weeks off while you were still interviewing for a job.

you’d called it boring, mainly. ‘it was a lot of sitting around and doing nothing,’ you’d told him one night, eating dinner together at the coffee table, ‘mostly, it was a lot of waiting.’

it isn’t the same, but soonyoung wonders if this is what you felt like every day when he left for work, leaving you home alone for long hours at a time.

the sun is high in the sky when soonyoung is awake enough to think critically again. waking up early enough to send you off while he was sick as a dog wasn’t his smartest idea, but going right back to sleep makes him feel slightly more human than before. he’s not entirely sure what time it is – and he doesn’t check, seeing as his phone is on his nightstand, which is all the way across the bed from where he’s laying.

he doesn’t dwell on it, crawling into your side of the bed and wrapping the blankets around him tightly. you’re probably going to kill him when you find out he slept here, him and all of his germs, but he knows it’ll be worth it, the scent of your shampoo still lingering on the soft coolness of your silk pillowcase. the television acts as some sort of glorified white noise machine, lulling him to sleep before soonyoung even has a chance to set an alarm for later in the day. truthfully, he wouldn’t need it; he wouldn’t be going anywhere for a long, long time.

soonyoung knows he should probably listen to what you told him earlier and eat something, and yet he stays in bed, staring blankly at the television as it moves through sports headlines. his eyes are still partially glued shut, and his throat feels dry. he almost swears that he can feel your charger cable plastered to his back, but makes no move to pull it out from under him.

he thinks about eating again, and the thought only serves to make him more nauseous – maybe, if he tried, he could get away with nibbling on some crackers without feeling like his stomach might explode.

one could only hope.

soonyoung’s lament doesn’t last long, promptly interrupted as his phone vibrates against his nightstand. soonyoung weighs his two options: one, it’s from the company, in which case he very much could have ignored it and he moved for nothing; two, it’s from you, and if he doesn’t pick up the call in the next fifteen seconds you’re going to be on the phone with paramedics before soonyoung has the chance to call you back. he doesn’t take the time to deliberate over which one would be worse, because he’s squirming into a sitting position and reaching for his phone before he can decide.

luckily, it’s just you. soonyoung only thinks it’s a little strange that you’re calling him at – he checks the clock on his phone – 1:38 pm on your very first day at work.

“hey, you,” he manages to mumble out, holding the phone to his ear even as he leans back into his mass of pillows, scratching the side of his jaw, “you have good timing. i just woke up.” he hears you laugh from over the phone, but it doesn’t give him the same satisfaction that it usually does.

“hey, young-ah,” you say, and normally, soonyoung would preen at the nickname, despite the fact that you have dozens for him. today, he doesn’t – he isn’t sick enough to not notice the tremble in your voice, or the fact that you sound like you’ve been gasping for air. “how are you? are you still at home?”

“of course.” maybe it sounds worse than it is. soonyoung is prone to dramatics, including the self-inflicted. “been sleeping the day away, mostly.”

“okay.” you sound far away now, like you’ve set your phone on your lap, “listen, something came up earlier, so i’m…i got seungcheol to pick me up, and mingyu is here, too. i’m on my way home right now.” he hears a distant ‘hi, hyung’ coming from the other side of the call, and almost doesn’t have the thought to greet mingyu in return.

soonyoung expects the worst – that maybe your alleged boss had reconsidered your application and hadn’t been able to tell you before you got there; maybe some sort of tragedy had happened to one of the workers, enough to where the entire office had been shut down, employees sent home.

as curious as he is, and god does he want to know every juicy detail, soonyoung instead stretches himself onto his back, half-buried in your pillows, and asks, “are you okay?”

“i’m fine,” you say, your voice coming out quicker than he had expected, “i can’t explain it right now, just – turn left right here, cheol – i’ll tell you as soon as i get home, i promise.”

“what are you talking about?”

“soonyoung, i can’t – there’s not enough time to explain it right now.” soonyoung sees the ‘breaking news’ title card scroll across the screen of your tv as you pause, “i’ll tell you everything, i promise. do you remember where i put my old bookbag after i graduated?”

there’s not enough time for soonyoung to process what you’re asking him when he starts reading the scrolling headlines at the bottom of the screen. “i think so…”

“can you take it out for me? i just need somewhere to store the important things before we go.”

from the other side of the line, soonyoung can hear seungcheol talking, just over the sound of traffic around you. “we don’t have that much time. just get soonyoung-ah and come back down…”

“we can’t assume we’re coming back, cheol. he’s still really sick, and if he happens to get worse while we’re gone, i don’t want to be unprepared for it.”

“gone?” soonyoung parrots, feeling utterly confused, “baby, why aren’t you telling me what’s going on? why are we leaving?”

you seem to suddenly realise that your boyfriend is on the other end of the line, sucking in a sharp breath that the receiver only vaguely picks up. “soonyoung, we’re almost there, please, let me explain everything in person–”

“what even is cordyceps?! why is it all over the news, they’re talking about it like it’s the end of the world!”

“baby, i–”

“i know, you’ll tell me when you get home, but if it’s actually important that we leave as soon as possible–”

“cheol, there’s a shortcut up here–”

“–then i can pack everything you need and meet you in the lobby–”

“no!” you seem almost surprised as he is that you raised your voice, “no, soonyoung, please don’t. it’s not – it’s not safe right now, everyone is acting crazy and you’re not at one-hundred percent health. please, please tell me you’ll stay inside until i get home.”

soonyoung has never heard you beg before, and that alone is enough to chill him straight through the bone. he agrees without any more fuss, putting the phone on speaker and leaving it in bed, even as he paces nervously around the room, wrestling out of his clothes and pulling fresh ones out of his closet, trying to dress as quickly as possible. it’s only jeans and a worn, oversized sweatshirt, but it’s better than nothing.

you haven’t stopped speaking, but soonyoung knows you aren’t talking to him. everything you say is a little too far away, a little too vague to make out. he hears other voices – mingyu, seungcheol – and you can only truly be talking to those two now. there’s an occasional softness in your voice, when you sound the most far away, that makes soonyoung think that you’re turning your head to murmur reassurances to mingyu, who has always been a bit of a scaredy-cat. soonyoung imagines that he’ll tease him about it later, when he no longer has a laundry list of questions keeping him from comforting his dongsaeng.

“baby,” soonyoung mumbles, grabbing his phone and cradling it in his hands, “how far out are you?”

“not far at all, young-ah.” you sound so unsure, but soonyoung lets you pretend you’re hiding it well, “just a few blocks, i can see our apartment building–”

the crash doesn’t register with soonyoung until you’re screaming over the phone; the crunch of metal folding like paper and the shattering of glass so fine it sounds like rain; a frenzy of deep, sharp shrieks as soonyoung imagines the car flipping once, twice; your voice is so far away now, but you’re screaming louder than ever, desperation and terror sending you into hysteria as you sob and wail ‘mingyu-ah! mingyu!’ until your voice begins to crack with use. soonyoung is yelling with you, shouting your name, “what happened, what happened?! are you okay? is everyone okay? talk to me! baby, i need you to talk to me!”

soonyoung is helpless to do anything other than listen, your heartbroken cries punctuated only by the scrape and crumble of glass, piercing his heart and nearly sending him into a panicked spiral. soonyoung only thinks to grab his phone at the last second before standing up and bolting to the front door. he’s already been thinking about how much time it would take for him to get downstairs using the stairs and into the street before he’d be able to find you. you’d said on the phone that you could see your apartment building just before you crashed – surely you were close enough to reach on foot.

soonyoung struggles with the laces on his sneakers, and tries not to think about seungcheol’s bmw flipped over onto its roof in the middle of seoul, with his partner hanging upside-down in the front seat.

“soonyoung-ah…”

your voice creaks as you call his name, and soonyoung nearly dives for his phone, clutching it in both hands as he holds it up to his face. if he stares hard enough through the screen, perhaps your likeness would appear in front of him – despite the fact that you despised using video call, and would avoid it like the plague if you could help it.

“you’re okay,” a deep, gentle voice hums from the other end of the line; it’s seungcheol, and soonyoung could almost cry in relief that he’s okay, “you’re okay, i got you. hold on to me so i can get you down.”

“soonyoung-ah…” you’re crying harder now, choking on your tears as something metallic clicks in the background and the shuffling begins, only to end just as quickly as seungcheol’s voice mumbles quiet, undecipherable comfort to you.

soonyoung is quick to open his mouth, desperate to say ‘i’m here, i’m still here, i’ll come down to you. stay there, be safe, i love you.’

“soonyoungie,” you sob again – soonyoung has never heard you cry this much in the near-decade he’s known you, and his heart leaps to his throat, “don’t come - don’t come down here.”

“don’t say that to me.” soonyoung finally finds his voice, though the words are hard to force out, “don’t tell me to do that. jus-just don’t move, okay? soonyoungie will come downstairs and find you and seungcheol-hyung and mingyu-ah, and then we’ll all go together. how’s that sound?”

“no, you can’t.” if soonyoung could see you, he imagines you would be shaking your head at him, “please, i’m begging you. it’s not safe.”

it feels like there’s glass scraping at the inside of soonyoung’s skull – the headache from earlier is coming back, full force. “baby, i don’t understand–”

“i’m telling you not to come downstairs!” you shout, “don’t come down here, soonyoung! don’t come–”

day one-thousand nine-hundred and seventy

the call cuts before you can finish, his phone screen lighting up to show him his background – it’s supposed to be a photo he took with you after seventeen’s first win, except he’s cropped himself out, leaving only your smiling face behind. soonyoung sits in the new silence that blankets your shared apartment. on the street below, chaos erupts, the everyday humdrum of the city shattering as the apocalypse begins in the heart of south korea.

five years, five months, twenty-five days after the outbreak

mold has started growing on the walls of the apartment. it’s the first of many signs that soonyoung will eventually have to pack up and leave – the sooner the better.

this mold isn’t cordyceps, which can’t survive outside of the body for more than an hour, but it’s fungi, and he’s aware of the health risks posed against him should he cohabitate with it for too long. he can’t afford to get sick. there’s no one here to watch his back.

soonyoung misses you more than anything.

he wakes up cold, curled tight into a ball within his sleeping bag. lying on his side, staring into the decrepit, ransacked room, there’s a sliding glass door on the adjacent wall, half-obscured by torn, fluttering curtains. it’s his only exit from the ground floor apartment, so he’d attempted to leave it exactly as he’d seen it before – sitting half-open with one side of the curtains drawn, the rest sitting in a sopping heap on the floor.

he’d spent most of the night watching the door, listening for the tiniest movements, before he eventually let exhaustion drag him into sleep.

for a sunny day in march – and soonyoung at least thinks it’s march – the cold bites like a wild animal. it had rained yesterday, a searing downpour that lasted most of the afternoon, and now a dense, heavy chill sat low on the city. the wind makes it even worse, but soonyoung at least hopes his windbreaker would be enough to keep him from freezing while he scrounged for supplies.

seoul might as well have been a barren wasteland at this point. while the vast majority of the population had escaped the confines of the city during the first hours of the outbreak – soonyoung can imagine many were attempting to reach the coast and escape the country by water – few stragglers still roamed the city streets. even after five years, soonyoung’s never seen anyone closer than fifty meters away, though he wasn’t naive enough to assume there weren’t people who would harm him; with how few people still stubbornly called the city home, supplies were fewer, and soonyoung’s food situation was looking dismal.

it was time to get creative.

normal grocery stores or shopping malls were out of the question – it was suicide, if not for other survivors willing to fight him for whatever scraps they may find, then for the infected. the worst of the hordes drifted out of the city within the first few months of the outbreak, leaving behind an eerie, false silence. the infected, albeit still numerous in the city, became something of an afterthought compared to the risks posed by other human survivors.

produce was a luxury only found in the occasional garden, sometimes growing wild in city parks, and perishable goods were completely out of the question. soonyoung would instead have to rely on looting abandoned homes to look for anything still edible. in previous years, as a man still holding onto the slim hope that help was coming, it would have been soonyoung’s last resort; now, there was nothing left but to assume that he was on his own, and he’d have to act like it. anything not nailed down was free game.

by midday, soonyoung was crossing the han river into dongjak-gu, picking his way through the graveyard of broken cars still stuck on the road. they were likely abandoned in the initial panic to get out of the city – the city’s power grid had stayed on for a week after the outbreak, and every channel on tv was broadcasting the same emergency news, telling citizens to head south, as far south as possible. it’s hard not to wonder how many of them actually made it that far, but it’s an unpleasant thought that soonyoung pushes from his mind as quickly as he can.

he’s is only a third of the way across the bridge when he starts to hear the clicking. it’s not the first time soonyoung has heard it, but it’s one of the only time he’s ever been this close to the source. it was atypical for clickers to congregate in groups outside, where their echolocation was less dynamic.

it meant good things for him, because it meant he’d be able to sneak past them with less trouble that usual. he wasn’t prepared for a fight; soonyoung only carried one weapon with him – a mean-looking hunting knife that he rarely used in self-defense. if it really came down to it, running for his life was really his only option.

soonyoung steps out carefully from behind the row of cars he was huddled behind, and immediately realises he’s made a terrible mistake. at the sound of his canvas sneakers hitting the asphalt, ten heads turn his way, half-muddled eyes training on him through the haze. a quiet, biting ‘fuck!’ leaves his lips, and soonyoung takes his one option without an ounce of hesitation.

he sprints down the remaining length of the bridge like he’s a runner on his final leg, finally putting his foot on the gas after taking it easy through the last turn. the shrieking doesn’t let up behind him – if anything, it grows closer, closer, until it’s nipping at the backs of his heels. soonyoung’s lungs burn and his legs shriek with exertion, but he doesn’t stop. he can’t stop, desperation fuelling his adrenaline that much more, breath coming out in rushed gasps. there’s a pileup at the intersection not one-hundred meters in front of him, if he can just get there, get up and over, maybe he can break their line of sight, disappear in the rubble.

it’s not a good plan, but it’s better than no plan, and it’s all soonyoung has time to come up with before the shrieking behind him is suddenly in his ear, the weight taking him to the ground as the infected clambers over him.

soonyoung has never seen one this close before, never been under one as it fights against his hands restraining it, broken fingernails digging into his arms and rotted, black teeth snapping in his face. he doesn’t know where the rest of its group is, doesn’t hear any cacophonous sounds of his impending doom over the sound of his own heartbeat.

he needed to push it off, needed to reach for his knife and sink it into the decaying bone of its skull, but there was no way he could hold it with one hand. the lack of sustenance wasn’t helping soonyoung’s case – he was weak, no longer the energy-ridden dancer he used to be, and while he still retained what was left of his stamina from the years before the outbreak, it was nothing if he couldn’t defend himself in a pinch.

soonyoung is sure he’s going to die here when the shrieking stops faster than he can process it, a sharp bang echoing through the empty streets. the infected slumps into his hold, and soonyoung’s arms finally fail him. he gasps for air, shivering on the ground; he can’t tell if it’s from the cold or pure adrenaline. there’s blood splattered on his face, and soonyoung can smell the iron in the air, clogging his senses.

the infected has a bullet wound drilling straight through its temple and out the other side, dripping blood all over soonyoung’s windbreaker.

he pushes the body away, rolling it to the side and sitting up, scanning the street for the shooter. with so many cars in the way, it was hard to see anything at all. none of the other infected were coming after him – had they also been taken out? was he being watched right now? it didn’t matter, he was losing daylight, he needed to move if he wanted to eat tonight.

“soonyoung-ah?”

it can’t be who he thinks it is. soonyoung is five years younger in an instant, sitting on the floor of his – your – otherwise empty apartment, feeling the weight of the world settle on his shoulders. he hadn’t wanted it then, but he’d been able to carry it with him, every ounce of that grief and anger, because he knew it would keep him alive.

a pair of worn hiking boots plod into the corner of his vision, and soonyoung looks down the barrel of a shotgun at one choi seungcheol.

five years have passed since soonyoung had last seen him, but seungcheol still looks every bit of the leader that he was before, if not a little rough around the edges. there was no faulting him in that, not with the way the world is now.

“hyung,” soonyoung mumbles, feeling his eyes prickle with tears, and seungcheol’s reaction is near instantaneous, hanging the shotgun off of his shoulder and pulling soonyoung into a rough, blazing hug. soonyoung’s face is tucked tightly into his shoulder, a familiar hand buried into the choppy black hair at the back of his head. soonyoung can still hear his heart pounding in his ears. seungcheol is shaking against him, though quiet. it’s uncanny. soonyoung doesn’t remember ever seeing seungcheol become so emotional before.

soonyoung isn’t doing much better, pressing his face farther into seungcheol’s jacket. his tears are beginning to soak through the material, but cheol doesn’t pull away. he makes no move that proves he even notices, which soonyoung only has the energy to be tangentially grateful for.

“seungcheol?” a woman’s voice echoes through the streets from behind soonyoung – it’s unfamiliar, not one he recognises, “who is that?”

it takes a herculean effort for seungcheol to pull soonyoung away from him, and when he does he pushes him gently to turn around, presenting his find to an older woman with a serious face, who stares at soonyoung critically. briefly, it takes him back to his trainee days, and soonyoung would be a liar if he said he wasn’t almost missing those formidable years; they were, in most ways, awful, but in the very least he hadn’t been alone, hadn’t been made to fend for himself.

“this,” seungcheol starts, pressing a strong hand against his shoulder, “is soonyoung. he’s one of the friends we lost – thought we lost – when everything went to shit.”

soonyoung feels like his head is floating through space, and he tries not to think too hard about seungcheol’s word choice in the latter half of his statement.

the woman doesn’t speak for a long time, simply levelling soonyoung with an expression he can’t quite read. she’s silent for perhaps another thirty seconds – though it could have been several minutes – before she sighs and gestures them both along.

“come on, then,” she grunts, “we’re too far into the city as it is. we might as well head back before it starts to get dark.”

soonyoung learns that the woman’s name is julkyung, and that she’d met seungcheol’s group two and a half months ago during a supply run into the city. she tells him that their group doesn’t live in the city – that a small group of them are holed up outside the city as they gather supplies for the coming winter months. she doesn’t tell him where their real camp is or why they have to come all the way to seoul for what they need, and soonyoung doesn’t ask.

seungcheol smiles, warm and bright and so, so relieved, and pulls soonyoung along, falling quickly in step behind the older woman.

they walk for an hour down the highway, going south out of the city. seungcheol doesn’t let go of soonyoung’s hand the entire time, occasionally turning to look over the younger man, like he’s searching for something wrong.

“what?”

“nothing.”

“are you sure?

seungcheol flashes him a comforting smile, and soonyoung wants so badly to trust it isn’t forced. “i promise, soonyoung-ah. hyung is just happy that you’re okay.”

julkyung leads them to a break in the highway, where the concrete has crumbled with time, scaling down a lopsided bus held up haphazardly by the untouched road. seungcheol is almost unnecessarily careful as soonyoung slides down the roof, but neither of them say anything – soonyoung is more than willing than to let seungcheol have this if it gives any comfort to his brother.

“how long were you in the city?” soonyoung asks, unsure if his hands were clammy or just wet with rain, “after everything…y’know, i rarely saw other survivors, much less…” he doesn’t finish, but seungcheol seems to understand what he’s searching for immediately.

“we left the city,” he says, “a couple days after the quarantine zone went to shit. they’d blocked off all the city exits, but with all the chaos we were able to slip out. went north for a while and, hm…ran into trouble. we doubled back earlier this fall, passed around the city trying to go south. that’s how we met julkyung and the others.”

“and everyone else?” it’s an idiotic question to ask, because soonyoung doesn’t even want to know the answer, “is everyone okay?”

seungcheol’s grimance tells him everything he needs to know.

“no.” somehow, cheol is calm, bringing a hand up to securely thread his fingers through the short hairs at soonyoung’s nape, “but most of us are, and that’s what’s important right now.” julkyung pushes her way through a swathe of undergrowth, seemingly ignoring them. “come on, we’re almost there.”

the path julkyung had taken them down leads into a clearing, one that looks like it could have been for camping in another era. there are tents scattered across the flattest portion of earth, forming a ring around a fire pit in the middle. there are other people – people that notice them before soonyoung has even laid eyes on them. many flock to greet julkyung once they notice their little group at the edge of the perimeter. most of them don’t notice soonyoung at all, not until cheol is gripping his arm and pulling him to the wayside, around the congregation, and to the circle of tents.

it’s early morning, practically still night, as your small group hikes south of seoul, when soonyoung turns to you and asks a question that makes your stomach drop.

he’s calling for someone, perhaps multiple someones, but soonyoung doesn’t have to guess who. when his eyes meet yours – looking upon you for the first time in what could only be a thousand years – soonyoung crumbles under the weight of the world, and falls into your arms without a moment of hesitation

“what happened to them?”

you don’t respond to him immediately, but soonyoung can feel your discomfort radiate off of you. his hand is laced in yours, and even as you squirm and your skin grows clammy despite the cold, he doesn’t allow you to pull away.

“soonyoung, no,” you mumble, pleading, “i sh - i shouldn’t tell you that. i can’t. it’s bad enough that they’re gone already, isn’t it?”

you can’t see him through the ghost grey of the incoming sunrise, the sky just barely illuminating enough for him to make out your silhouette. you can’t see the way soonyoung’s eyes well with tears at the mention of it, biting at his lips to keep from sobbing again. he should have run out of tears by now.

you’re right. it is already bad enough; enough so that the grief has become a sentient monstrosity that lives and thrives within the hollows of his ribs, a perfect cage to house the creature. soonyoung should grieve, should memorialize the dead in his memory and try to find happiness with the loved ones who are still with him.

soonyoung can’t do that.

he can’t.

you can’t see him, but you can hear him, and you falter as soonyoung stifles his tears and murmurs out a quiet, helpless, “please.”

even so, you’re silent. and who could blame you? what could you even say to him that wouldn’t drag his already tattered soul through glass? you could only imagine how much he had gone through, alone, in the last five years – you couldn’t simply add onto that, let him carry the weight of those deaths with him. they were not his to bear, and yet he begged for them.

“shua was already too far gone when seungcheol and i made it back to the dorms,” you say, quietly, softly, nerves edging your voice as you glance through the trees, “he was infected, i think. i never saw him. nobody did, actually, but we heard him. jeonghan wouldn’t let anybody go into his room when we were packing up to leave.” your eyes peer to the front of the group, where soonyoung knows jeonghan is, talking quietly to seungcheol. there’s an emptiness to him that soonyoung hadn’t been able to place last night. he and shua had practically been soulmates – perhaps that effort was only to protect what was left of him.

soonyoung tries not to think about joshua – beautiful, sweet joshua-hyung – rotting away in his room, skull cracking and splintering open as fungi grows from his brain in swooping branches. even in soonyoung’s imagination, they look like antlers.

the joshua-hyung of his imagination tilts his head into a grievous angle, and clicks at him wildly, making to lunge at him. soonyoung quickly burns that joshua from his mind, squeezing his eyes shut until he sees white.

soonyoung is only partially there as you tell him about wonwoo, who had been bitten protecting chan, how the rest of you tried – god, you tried – to take that arm off in time, to save him, how it was just too much for him. he listens as you tell him that seungkwan had gone alone into a pharmacy to retrieve a medication they needed for jihoon, that nobody had known about spores at the time. you talk about how he changed; as jihoon got better, seungkwan grew more and more sick, until it was clear that there was no hope of him coming back from it. seungcheol was the one to do what was necessary – he was the only one who had the resolve for something like that.

(what you don’t tell him is that jeonghan had begged joshua not to give up, had nearly dragged him out the door kicking and screaming, unwilling to accept leaving him behind. you don’t tell him about the first night, the first sleepless night, sitting outside shua’s door and talking to him, keeping him company as he slowly lost himself in the brain fog. you don’t tell him that chan had curled up at wonwoo’s side for the better part of three days, comforting his hyung as wonwoo grew dimmer and dimmer, until one night he fell asleep and never woke up again. you don’t tell him that chan cried himself hoarse, that your little group had buried wonwoo in a park just outside of the city. you don’t tell him that seungkwan went slowly and painfully, that vernon hid the slow-mounting grief and held firm for his friend until the very end. you don’t tell him that you’d woken up to seungkwan begging for ‘hyung, just do it, just do it please–’ and seungcheol’s responding, thick-voiced ‘i know, hyung is here, i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, please forgive me–’’ before the silence set in.)

(you don’t talk about mingyu. soonyoung doesn’t ask.)

you walk together, silent, hands loosely intertwined, for hours, until julkyung is stopping the group next to a small stream to rest and eat. soonyoung doesn’t have an appetite – doesn’t think he could stomach eating even if he tried – and yet you sit beside him quietly, busying yourself by peeling an orange. soonyoung doesn’t want it, he wants you to eat it, if not to give you that tiny ray of happiness, watch it spark in your eyes, but he doesn’t reject it when you begin pushing individual segments into his hand, only after peeling all of the clinging, filmy albedo off of the fruit. you know soonyoung hates the white stuff, hadn’t ever eaten his oranges without spending an inane amount of time making sure they were immaculate, before finishing the entire fruit in a matter of moments.

“young-ah,” you whisper into his shoulder, pressing a gentle kiss against the fabric of his sweatshirt, “i love you so much, do you know? and i would do anything to keep you safe.”

“i know,” soonyoung says, because he does – it’s the only thing he knows for certain, outside of his group members – yet he still manages to sound just south of unsure, “i’m going to wash my hands off. they’re - i’m gross right now.”

you mumble after him, something soft and comforting that soonyoung knows would have him melting into you like putty, so it’s a good thing he’s already up, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows as he reaches the edge of the small creek and submerging his hands inside, sighing at the coldness of the water against his skin. it’s the type of cold that will likely chill him to the bone later, when he least expects it, but for now it’s a comfort. soonyoung doesn’t know the next time they’ll come across clean water until they reach this new camp, if at all.

soonyoung scrubs his hands until the skin is red and raw, until not a speck of dirt remains on them. if it weren’t so cold, he would seriously consider washing his hair. as it was, every follicle would freeze before it had time to dry, and that wasn’t even enough to say that they didn’t have time–

soonyoung’s entire world is turned one-hundred-and-eighty degrees when someone grabs his arm, twisting it around to examine it, forcing his entire body to follow. he’s face to face with julkyung again, but the woman isn’t wearing her usual indifferent facade. she looks at soonyoung as if he’s some sort of wild animal, or a dog with rabies she’s been called to put down.

her hand grips the skin just above a ragged bite scar in his arm. it’s an ugly thing, a pseudo-circular mess of indistinct teeth-marks where a runner had taken him off guard months ago. soonyoung hadn’t even noticed it until hours later, when he was semi-safe in a new hideout, shucking off his layers of clothes until he’d found blood on his long-sleeved shirt. the creature had bitten him through three layers, which would be commendable if soonyoung hadn’t panicked about it for three days straight.

he hadn’t known what to do. he still doesn’t know what to do; the bite is easy enough to forget, but just seeing it every so often is enough to give him anxiety, make him question whether or not the infection might still spread if given the chance.

it hadn’t, but julkyung didn’t know that.

“what the fuck is this?!” she snarls at him, gripping his arm tight enough to bruise, “what the fuck is this! you fucking–”

seungcheol is up the moment he hears the conflict, attempting to put his way between soonyoung and julkyung. “woah, hold on, we don’t have any idea what this means–”

“it means you brought a fucking infected back to my camp!” julkyung cries out, shoving seungcheol back, “what if he’d gotten all the way back to the others before we found out, huh? he could have infected any one of us!”

“don’t be ridiculous!” you hiss, grabbing julkyung’s wrist and ripping her away from soonyoung, holding it with much gentler hands as you inspect it, “this bite isn’t fresh, and soonyoung isn’t infected. if he was, we would be seeing side-effects already, but we’re not!”

with the way julkyung’s face twists up into a snarl, soonyoung is expecting the woman to grow fangs and a set of claws. as it is, he tries not to look at her at all, focusing wholly on your outraged expression, and the way your hand cradles his wrist.

“why are you defending him?!” julkyung sounds an eclectic mess of exasperated and angry, and soonyoung’s chest pushes against your back as you step away from her, right into him. it’s an awkward angle, not that soonyoung cares about awkward anymore, and when something cold presses against his chest, it doesn’t take him long to realise it’s because there’s a rifle hanging off of your shoulder. “we were going to take you people home! you could have a community, an actual life outside of scavenging for scraps!”

“we can still have that,” you say, your voice a placating, deceptive calm, “just not with you people. not if soonyoung isn��t coming.”

soonyoung can’t allow you to say something like that. he spent five years surviving by himself, alone out there – it’s a pain he wouldn’t wish on his worst enemy. he wants to speak up, spin you around and grab you by your shoulders and say that you can’t do that, he won’t allow you to give up a semblance of civilization for him. selfishly, stupidly, he wonders if you’ll go with him if he’s forced to leave, travel with him for however long you both last.

he won’t do that to you. he would never forgive himself if he were the first to go, and then he thinks, again, that it would never happen to begin with, because his friends – his brothers – would never let him walk that road alone.

“so you’re just going to give it up,” julkyung starts slowly, “for him? for a man you haven’t seen in five years?”

you don’t answer; maybe you feel that you don’t need to. it’s obvious enough what you’re going to choose. from the corner of his eye, soonyoung watches jeonghan tuck his own rifle underneath his arm, hiding only slightly behind seungcheol as he racks a bullet in the chamber.

(the night before, you had bundled soonyoung up in your sleeping bag with you, zipping it closed and curling yourself around him, pressing your face into the prominent bone of his shoulder. “i saw you everywhere we went,” you’d murmured, voice thick with tears. in the frosty half-light of pre-dawn morning, soonyoung could only see a faint outline of your figure entwined with his; even so, he knew that he could map your body blindfolded, trace every subtle feature with the skill only found in the depths of reverence. “i prayed every day that we would find you again, that i could hold you like this and be held once again. and i promised that, should i find you again, i would never let you go.” there’s warmth against soonyoung’s cheeks – he digs himself closer to you and sobs into your hair. “i meant what i said, young-ah. i’ll follow you anywhere, wherever you go.”)

“screw this,” soonyoung hears, a harsh, rasping whisper that comes from behind him, just seconds before a rough hand is grabbing the back of his shirt and throwing him to the ground. he attempts to scoot back, hopefully get his feet under him and stand up, do anything to defend himself, except soonyoung finds his body frozen in place as an older man produces a handgun from the inside of his jacket. “we don’t have time for this, let’s just kill him now and–”

the man gets no chance to finish, sooner interrupted by a deafening bang that seems to shake the very foundation of the earth.

initially, soonyoung is convinced that he was shot, expecting the blooming pain that would come with white-hot metal ripping through his flesh, pressing a hand against his chest to feel for blood. it doesn’t come, though it’s twice as jarring when the man topples sideways in front of him, viscous red pouring from a dime-sized hole in his temple. he trembles briefly from his place in the dirt, before eventually going still, staring into soonyoung with eyes blown wide.

your rifle is no longer slung across your shoulder, now held firmly in your hands, still aimed where the man once was. soonyoung waits for the regret, waits for the shock to set in as you realise you just killed another human being, and yet it never comes. you look at the body in a fluctuating degree of interest, but none of your body language conveyed anything more than mild surprise.

chaos erupts quickly around him. julkyung screams, attempts to grab at your shoulder and whirl you around, one hand grappling for the revolver strapped to her leg. she doesn’t get very far, even as you fumble to hastily rack another bullet – another gunshot crackles through the air, and the tender flesh of julkyung’s neck explodes into visceral bits as the shot tears through her arteries. soonyoung doesn’t have to look to know who the culprit is – he can already see jeonghan stalking forward from the corner of his eye, but sees little else as you grab his collar and drag him back.

julkyung’s sluggishly writhing body is the only thing that stands between what’s left of seventeen and what future lies ahead of them. soonyoung grapples for the knife strapped to his leg, knowing it’s a useless weapon in his circumstance, yet preferring to have at least some chance to defend himself should it come to that.

“none of you move,” seungcheol calls, shooing the others back, until eventually the entire group was moving in step, “not until we’re long gone. we don’t want to kill any more of your people, but if you follow us, we will defend ourselves.”

“they’re going to come after us.”

soonyoung thinks he hears someone snarling at them, spitting vile words or threats or something, but you’re taking him by the arm and pulling him deeper into the woods before he can think about it any longer.

it’s the first time someone has spoken up in hours, and soonyoung recognises the voice to be jeonghan’s.

“they will,” seungcheol says, sounding distant up in the front of the group, “which is why we need to put enough distance between us and them before we set up camp for the night.”

“we should go back to using the watch rotation,” junhui calls from the back, “make sure at least one person is awake to watch for intruders, infected or not.”

“and maybe find somewhere inside to hole up for the night,” vernon mumbles. he’s been quiet, even more so than usual, and soonyoung doesn’t know if it’s because of what transpired earlier, or something that he hadn’t been present for.

there’s a murmur of agreement, and seungcheol quietly starts steering them to what were more populated areas off of the highway. more population means there’s likely to be more infected, but being inside is safer, easier to defend, and will do a better job of blocking out the cold that’s only going to get worse as night falls.

soonyoung thinks he should say something; about the bite, about the implications of his immunity, something, anything. he needs to clear the air, get back on the right track with everybody, as if they’d somehow veered off-course. he opens his mouth, hoping that he would know what to say, and yet nothing comes.

he clamps his mouth shut again. the way his teeth grind together eases the pressure in his skull only minimally, but he doesn’t say anything about it. he’s already put too much pressure on you and the others in the few days he’s been reunited with you.

your hand has migrated from his arm back down to his hand, squeezing intermittently, a reminder of your warmth and your presence right beside him. he squeezes back, if only to feel you squeeze harder.

soonyoung swallows, his throat try and crackling as he searches for the words to say, and without looking, you beat him to it.

“you don’t have to say anything,” you whisper to him, continuing to look ahead, “you need to tell us eventually, soon, but just know that every person in this group will fight for you wholeheartedly. we will never abandon you.”

the ache in his chest doesn’t fade, but soonyoung presses his lips together, and nods. you’ve already proven your loyalty to the group, your devotion to him. wherever you go, wherever you called him to, soonyoung would follow without question.

he would never want for anything but to be by your side.

#seventeen #svt #kwon soonyoung x reader #kwon soonyoung #hoshi svt #the last of us #alternate universe #tlou au #i kinda ate with this #even though it hurt me on a psychospiritual level #i'm not super happy with the ending but it already took me like a month to write so i don't have the energy to change it #oh but i love putting pookie through the ringer #svt hoshi #hoshi x reader

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The Ghost of Noria University | Episode 01

Pairing: Seungcheol x Fem!Reader (ft. SVT & other idols)

Words: 1.3k

Content: strangers to lovers, college au, non-idol!Seungcheol, workaholic!reader, reader has implied social anxiety, reader thrives off academic validation, she/her pronouns used to describe reader, reader neglects her health (implied)

A/N: this is a product of an ongoing daydream I have thats fuelled by the college aus I've been reading (bless/curse maladaptive daydreaming)

disclaimer: this is purely fictional. any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental.

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3 weeks.

It's been 3 weeks since Seungcheol tried to book the study room that was on the far left end of the university's library. He had booked that room once a couple months ago. That room was one of the smallest study rooms in the library but it felt the cosiest of all the rooms. 3 weeks ago he tried to book that study room because he felt the most productive in that room and the librarian, Ms Oh, had told him that room was booked. He went back the next day and Ms Oh told him that it was booked, again. He has been going to the library every single day since, only to be told the exact same thing again and again.

"Hyung, you should just give up at this point." His friend, Soonyoung had tagged him along. Soonyoung joined Seungcheol on his library trip once last week and had heard about how someone had been hogging the study room and how Seungcheol was determined to find out who it was. He decided to follow Seungcheol to the library once again today in hopes that something might change.

"There's a lot of other rooms in this awfully large place to study in. why do you need to book that room?"

"because it's the best room in this library." stubborn. god he was so stubborn.

The first thing I loved about him; how stubborn he is and how he makes sure he gets what he wants.

"Hey Soon, hey Soon's friend," a deep voice snuck up from behind, almost making Seungcheol scream. Almost. "I'd like to check these out!" he plopped a couple of books onto the counter that Seungcheol & Soonyoung were standing in front of. "Hey Wonwoo! Hyung, Wonwoo. Woo, Seungcheol hyung." The boy introduced his friends to each other.

He then told Wonwoo about the study room situation, earning a sigh from Ms Oh. "You come here everyday to ask me the same thing and I guarantee you my answer will probably stay the same for as long as she studies in this university."

she?

Wonwoo looks over to Seungcheol, "I heard the ghost of Noria haunts that room." Seungcheol raises an eyebrow.

The ghost of Noria?

Well now this is interesting. Seungcheol had heard of the existence of this "ghost" but he hadn't heard much about them. He questions Wonwoo about this "ghost". Soonyoung & Wonwoo explain to him about how there's a girl in their course who no one really knows.

She attends every class but disappears the moment the class ends. She's said to be a straight A's student with a 4.0 GPA. No one has really heard her voice. She does have friends though. Doyeon, a korean-australian student, Minnie, a Thai exchange student, Jun, a Chinese exchange student and Chan, the head of the International Student Union for their year. It’s assumed that this “ghost” is an international student based on her friends. Her friends often answer on her behalf. The 3 other people that have worked with her had mentioned that despite the fact that she’s super quiet, she did in fact carry their group to a distinction. During exam seasons, she semi lives in the library to get as much studying as she possibly can get done.

Seungcheol himself was a straight A student but he realised that he was never dedicated as much as she is. This just made him all the more interested in meeting her. He told himself that he’ll come back again tomorrow as the 3 of them made their way over to the campus cafeteria.

10am

Seungcheol packed his bag and made his way to the library. He was determined to at least see her if she was still in that study room. The librarian once again told him that the room was booked. At that moment, he heard a few voices coming towards him. Ms Oh glared to the side, signalling them to quiet down. Seungcheol recognised one of them. Chan. That boy happened to be in a couple of Seungcheol’s classes and they were some sort of acquaintances. Along with Chan were 2 girls, all dressed in sweatshirts. A very common attire during the exam season.

“What time did she come here today?” One of the girls asks Ms Oh, to which she responds, “7.30.” The time that the library opens. Ms Oh then turned over to Seungcheol, “If you have any questions, these are the people you should ask.” It took a moment for him to realise what she meant. They are her friends. The girl turns around to look at Seungcheol and then back to face Ms Oh. “Eh?”

“You’re friends of the ghost of Noria?” Seungcheol questions them. These girls must be the Doyeon and Minnie that Soonyoung mentioned. The girl slowly turned back around with a smug look on her face. “Yeah. Why?”

“She’s been hogging that damn study room for like 3 weeks.”

“4, actually. And today is your lucky day, my dude.” A boy walked into the library holding soy milk and a sandwich. That must be Jun. “No food in the library!” Ms Oh gave the boy a stern look to which he just shrugged and said “gotta feed our ghost.”

“Don’t call her the ghost of Noria in front of her though. She doesn’t like the attention it gives her. I’m Doyeon, by the way.” The girl at the counter introduced herself before she left with her friends to get their friend out of that room.

Chan slowly opened the door of the study room. There were textbooks, notebooks and other study material laid out on the table. “You know you can’t just stay here everyday. It’s almost as if you’re living here.” You look up as you hear your friend sigh at the sight of you. “But I’m not living here. I still go back to my dorm every night.”

Jun plopped down the packet of soy milk and sandwich that he was holding. “At least eat something.” You look over to Doyeon who opens her mouth to say something, just to get smacked in the arm by Minnie. “Were you gonna say something?” You ask her, avoiding the glare from Minnie.

“You might have a secret admirer.” She blurts out. Chan dramatically turned around to look at Do. “I’m pretty sure that’s not what he meant!” Jun just shakes his head, leaving you to wonder what Doyeon was on about. You made a good effort at avoiding attention. So good that the fact that you avoid attention was what gave you any sort of attention. You having any secret admirers was not a concept you ever thought you had to deal with. “I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding,” you say looking at Doyeon.

Seconds pass before you hear something outside of the room door that wasn’t fully closed. The door opened a little more and a head popped in. “So, you’re the one that’s been hogging this room?” His voice sounded almost like a cold whisper. Minnie slaps her hand over Doyeon’s mouth to stop her from whatever she was about to say.

Seungcheol?

“Give us a few minutes. We’ll drag her out soon.” Jun chimes in, hoping to take any attention away from the girls.

“Drag me out?!” You say a little louder than you wish you did. It wasn’t uncommon for you to be loud around your friends except it wasn’t just your friends who were here. He was here too.

“You’ve been living here for 4 weeks.” Chan says with yet another exasperated sigh.

“No! I’ve been going home everyday. All I’m doing is just finding a conducive place to study and that place happens to be here.” You silently cursed yourself for how you put that across. It was true but you could’ve been a little more mindful of the fact that there was someone else in the room.

The first thing I loved about her; she knew how to be assertive. She just didn’t want to.

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jouliejihan · 11 months

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𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑶𝑵 𝑨𝑰𝑹! - hueningkai × fem reader

𝑺𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑷𝑺𝑰𝑺: When Y/N and her eccentric friends decide to host the 'Love On Air' podcast, they think they can heal the heartaches of all HYBE Uni students. But when love begins to bubble up behind the scenes, Y/N finds herself at the center of a messed up love triangle. While she tries to save broken hearts, a shy student, Hueningkai, does everything to win her heart. With clumsy dating advice, accidental encounters and a chaotic podcast, will love triumph or end up in a hilarious mess?

"Tune in with us guys, cause Love is On Air!"

TAGLIST (open, send ask or comment to be added) @full-sunnies @unh0ly-dr3am3r @enhacolor @mackjestic @beabeanice @beoms-sugar

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0 - the 1st heartbeating tune

[____ sets the camera on his tripod and turns it on]

Hey guys! Welcome to our first episode of "Love On Air"! I am ______, your loving hostess. I'm here alone in my room, venting about my second week as a freshman at HYBE Uni. And, let's be honest, it hasn't been a bed of roses. College is awesome, but my love life? Zero, nothing, null, nil!

[Pause to ______ adjust her microphone]

I thought studying at HYBE University of Media, Technology and Arts would be like fulfilling my life's dream but, ugh, it's not always like that. - she sighed. First, let me tell you about this group dance class, where I was trying to keep up with Choi Yeonjun's fancy but very complicated steps from the Modern Dance class. I thought I was slaying, but when he took a leap, I tripped and landed on my face! It was a complete disaster, everyone laughed at me and I left the room with my face redder than a bell pepper, but in my defense, my coordination skills are still developing, it's impossible for someone to become so good in the day for the night, but hey, at least I brought some cheer to the class, right?

[Pause while _____ chuckles to herself]

Now, let's get to the gossip! You won't believe the dramas that are taking place among our university colleagues. I have hot information here!

Do you know Eunchae? She was seen sharing a kiss with Lee Chaemin, the freshman of Performing Arts in the cafeteria. Not much is known about their relationship, but unfortunately some assholes took pictures of the two's intimate moment, posted them on Twitter and Eunchae was brutally canceled, with hashtag and hate messages and everything, poor her!

But let's be honest here, Chaemin is handsome, gentlemanly and Eunchae is one the sweetest girls in the campus! Whether they are actually dating or just getting to know each other is none of your business! If she's into a freshman 4 years older than her, good for her! Go for it girl, you have my full support!

But wait, there's more! Taesan, the Film class' little angel, is in love with the beautiful Minji of the Music class. But he never had the courage to declare himself because... well, he has an amazing talent for wrapping his own words. Who knew, right?

And last but definitely not least, we have the campus diva, Huh Yunjin. She has an army of admirers, but rumor has it that a mysterious secret admirer is spoiling her with the same cup of decaf coffee, but with cute messages of love! Oh my Eros, who is this anonymous romantic?

Now, let's talk about my own love snafus...or lack thereof. (laughs) As a freshman, my schedule is packed with classes, studies, and social events. There's not much time left for romance. But, hey, I'm here to help you with your love problems! So send in your questions and dilemmas, and I promise I'll do my best to advise you.

[Momentary silence]

Anyway, here I am, immersed in a sea of gossip and love stories. And I couldn't be more excited to help my colleagues at HYBE Uni navigate their emotional turmoil. So, if you have any love problems, be it romantic, friendship or even with your mother picking on you, send me your questions and vents on our twitter @/loveonair or right here on Tumblr! I'll be here to listen and give the best advice I can!

That's it for today, guys. Stay tuned for more episodes of "Love On Air" where love is in the air and chaos is just part of the package!

[she waves to the camera and ends the broadcast]

_______ was sitting in her room, snuggled in her chair while frantically editing the first episode of "Love On Air". She wanted to make sure everything was perfect for the launch. With headphones on, she would adjust audio levels, cut out unnecessary pauses, and add subtle sound effects to give the episode a funny mood to listen.

While the audio was in progress, _____ was also working on editing the video for YouTube. She tweaked the colors, added funny captions, and cut out some embarrassing scenes. She knew that visual appearance was important, so she wanted every detail to reflect the fun, upbeat vibe of "Love On Air".

After a few hours of dedicated work, she was finally satisfied with the result. She saved the audio and exported the video, ready to upload them to streaming platforms. Breathing in relief, she stretched and looked at her watch. It was late at night, 12:10 A.M. to be exact.

Deciding it was time to relax a little, she decided to dedicate some time to his favorite hobby: creative writing. She grabbed her notebook and her favorite pen and settled into her soft bed. Seventeen's Same Dream, Same Mind, Same Night started playing on her cphone as she began to scribble ideas and develop imaginary stories, humming the soft melody.

With her head full of ideas, she let herself be carried away by the music and the words that flowed in her notebook. Harmonious chords and comforting lyrics brought a sense of peace as she immersed herself fully in the art of writing.

As she wrote, she occasionally glanced at the Seventeen poster hanging on her bedroom wall. She smiled as she admired her idols, feeling inspired by their dedication and talent. The music continued to play, gently amuzing her.

In the end, the exhaustion of that busy day began to take its toll on _____. Her eyes blinked, her body was limp and she yawned all the time, so she put her notebook aside and lay down on the bed, still listening to the soothing music. Her gaze took one last look at the Seventeen poster before her eyes slowly closed.

As sleep enveloped her, ______ smiled, feeling grateful for the opportunity to follow her passion and do what she loved. With her mind full of dreams and her heart full of hope, she fell asleep, ready to face new adventures the next day.

And so, her room was peaceful, filled only by the soft melody of Seventeen's songs and the promise of a new dawn full of surprises.

A/N: A carat and a thinker? MOM, I LOVE HER! + keep this song in mind, it'll be important!

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carayat · 1 year

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୨୧ through a lens — 5.1

synopsis ; hybe university is a school full of creativity, crushes, and chaotic evil energy. you try your best to navigate your 3rd year at hybeu, but unfortunately, you have no clue what's in store for you

pairings ; enhypen jake x fem! reader, bts jungkook x fem! reader, svt mingyu x fem! reader

an ; welcome back to through a lens!! i missed you all and i hope you'll enjoy reading this smau as it continues on

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taglist (open) ; @rich-man-v @jjikyuu @athousandandonefandoms @ksooed @y3jiishot @sungbeam @yunki4evr @niktwazny303

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covetsauvignon · 2 years

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as it stands - chapter two

associate professor joshua x university staff member reader genre: smut, angst if you squint overall warnings: use of the word "war", afab reader, oral (f), fingering

series: intro - chapter one - chapter two

tag list (open): @hynjnhwng | @cloudyhoonie

this chapter pairs well with the following music: dido and aeneas, z. 626 / act iii: when i am laid in earth beverage: cavaliere d’oro campanile pinot grigio delle venezie 2018

it's finally here! shoutout to anyone who catches my three fun easter eggs. also sent this to my high school bestie while drunk and he proofread it brb dying of embarrassment!!!

Clove

“As it stands, any relationships of a sexual or romantic nature between faculty or staff members within the same school, department, or college are strongly discouraged, except in certain circumstances, usually those extenuating from a relationship existing prior to the employment of one or both parties.”

It’s just talking. It’s not a relationship. Over the course of the past month, you’ve spent nearly as much time in Joshua’s office as you’ve spent at home, opting to visit him for a few hours while he grades papers or reviews lesson plans when you’re finished with work rather than leaving campus right away.

You don’t go on dates. You don’t even see each other outside of the classics building.

You don’t mind. It’s easier like this.

Simpler. Cleaner.

When you’re together, you talk about anything. And everything. He wants to know about where you grew up. What do your siblings do? Who are you more like: your mother, or your father? Did you grow up religious? What do you believe now? What’s your favorite book, movie, tv show, menu item at McDonald’s, place you’ve visited? Have you seen any of the natural wonders of the world? Did you know that ravens can talk? Did you know humans have studied more of space than the ocean? What’s your favorite constellation? Snow or rain? Sunshine or clouds?

You learn that he likes the color blue, he’s an only child, he was raised a devout Catholic, he can play guitar, his favorite animals are rabbits (he has a pet bunny named Hannie), and he’s never been good with asking other people for help.

In return, you tell him some of the useless facts you know. Such as: blobfish are actually normal looking fish at their natural deep sea pressure, declawing cats removes all but the last knuckle of their toes, and, speaking of toes, Viggo Mortensen broke his when kicking that helmet in The Two Towers.

He takes to the habit of collecting shooters and miniature handles of liquor, bitters and syrups and other cocktail ingredients small enough to hide behind the books of his office (it is a dry campus, after all), so that he can learn how to make cocktails. Sometimes, he asks you to teach him something new. Other times, he shows off with his own research. His brands and blends are a bit wrong, sometimes, but you never say anything. He’s trying, and it makes you warm from head to toe.

Then, there are the other times. More and more frequent, as of late, one question in this direction branching off into dozens, each more suggestive and salacious than the last.

First kiss? How many relationships have you been in? Have you ever been in love? What’s your favorite position? How often do you pleasure yourself? Do you ever think about someone in particular while doing so? Have you ever thought about me? Will you think about me tonight? If we didn’t know each other through work, if we met at a bar, would we have slept together by now?

For better or worse, it’s not long until the space between you becomes so wrought full of tension and desire that you can scarcely stand to be in the same room with other people around out of fear that anyone will be able to tell something’s happening between the two of you just by looking. The lounge and hallways become a war zone full of mines in the form of students and other faculty and staff. You find you’re beginning to avoid people.

Not that, in either of your offices, you have ever truly been alone together. Your office, especially, is not private; either the lobby door or the chair’s office door or both are open, meaning anyone is welcome to enter at any point. Part of the reason you speak so softly in the sanctity of Joshua’s office is because students tend to come and go with questions or late assignments every so often, so his door is always open, too.

The pair of you have never been alone behind closed doors.

Until now.

You didn’t see him talking to a student down the hall as you slipped into the storage room, and he didn’t see you pass by on your way. You don’t bother turning on the lights; the window at the far end of the room lets in enough cloud-covered sunshine to guide you comfortably. The room is decently sized, filled with dozens of filing and storage cabinets, rows of shelves, and the old faculty and staff lounge couch that was now shoved into the far corner.

It’s dark and quiet, close and familiar. You nearly jump out of your skin when you hear the door open unexpectedly.

“Jesus, you scared me,” you laugh, looking away quickly, turning your attention back to the cabinet of supplies you’d just opened. What you’d been searching for, however, is lost on you. You haven’t the faintest idea why you came here in the first place.

All you know is that now Joshua is here with you. Alone.

“Out of staples?” You ask. It’s an innocent question, to be sure. But, in this context, any question - any attempt at communication - serves only to stir the feelings and urges you’re both trying desperately to suppress.

“I honestly can’t even remember,” he answers, laughing softly. His voice is quiet and gentle, as ever, but slightly tense.

In an attempt to distract yourself, you begin organizing the storage cabinet instead of pulling items from it. Straightening a box of paper clips here, re-stacking a set of index cards there. Your hands are fitful, nervous and flighty like a baby bird trying to get off the ground for the first time.

It’s the proximity. And the light. Or, rather, the lack of light. It’s the way the hint of poplar wood you glean from his cologne is wrapping itself around you like a python, creeping through your veins and making you think about making regrettable decisions. Regrettably delicious decisions.

“That’s unfortunate,” you reply succinctly.

“Somehow I sense that I’m not alone in suddenly feeling lost,” he murmurs. There’s a soft metallic sound, one you recognize as him fidgeting with his wristwatch. He does it when he’s deep in thought. Or nervous. Or both.

“Is it that obvious?” You sigh, carefully closing the creaky metal cabinet before turning to face him. He’s hovering by the door, one hand worrying with his watch, his eyes moving from the floor to your face as he senses your movement. You can’t decipher his expression. Your own gaze flickers to the door handle.

You notice it has a lock.

That lights a flame in your stomach, the hungry sort that only grows stronger the more you try to blow it out.

“Not really, I’m just getting better at reading you,” he answers. You’re both quiet for a moment. Anxious. Tempted. “Are you afraid?” His voice is barely above a whisper.

“Of what?”

“Of getting caught.”

You swallow hard. Something is buzzing in your chest and your fingertips. “We’re not doing anything,” you say cautiously.

“That could change. If you want it to.”

You look at him, and he looks at you, and the weight of this moment, the gaze you’re sharing, and all of its implications makes your head spin. “What if someone comes in?” you ask. He turns slightly, looking at the door handle for a moment before delicately clicking the lock into place. “What if someone finds out?”

“They won’t,” he assures you softly, taking the smallest of steps towards you.

Your heartbeat begins to quicken. Your lips suddenly feel dry. You lick them. You don’t think you’ve ever been so nervous. “I need this job. I can’t get fired.” He’s close enough now that beneath his cologne you’re beginning to detect notes of his aftershave. It smells like mint. You wonder if, perhaps, you could taste it on your lips if you kissed along his jaw.

“No one’s going to fire you,” he shakes his head. “If we get caught, which we won’t, I’ll take the blame.”

You frown. “I don’t like the idea of that, either. I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me.”

“Oh?” The corner of his mouth curls into a slight grin. “And what about what I want?”

“What is it that you want?”

In another two agonizingly slow, careful steps, he closes the distance, and for the first time you realize how tall he is, how fully his presence enraptures you. “Permission,” he says at last.

You feel like all the air has been sucked out of your lungs. You look up at him, into his eyes, so kind and caring and sweet and warm, and it’s all over. “Please,” you whisper. “Joshua, please.” He raises his hand, running the back of his knuckles so gently across your cheek you’re unsure if you’re imagining it or not.

“Please what?”

“Kiss me.”

The hand by your face turns, and his palm comes to rest along your jaw, thumb running across your cheek while his fingers curl beneath your chin to tilt your head up as he softly presses his lips to yours, his other hand coming to ghost over your hip, guiding your body just slightly closer to his.

At first, it’s chaste. Bubblegum pink, glitter suspended in liquid around the edges. Soda flavored lip gloss and mood rings and Lisa Frank folders. The warmth in your chest stays there, innocent and nostalgic. It makes you think of your very first kiss with your best friend, Ricky, in eighth grade, outside the auditorium as you wait for your sister to get out of drama club.

Certain elements come back to you, replacing your senses in the present with the memories of your past. Your backpack, weighed down by at least three textbooks and covered with Pokemon pins. The Hello Kitty bandaid on your knee pulling slightly at your skin. The cloyingly sweet vanilla ice cream perfume you wore at the time filling your lungs.

Then, the tip of Joshua’s tongue flickers against your bottom lip, and you find yourself wrenched from your very first, far in the past, to the new first you’re experiencing now.

This first could not be more different.

It’s a deep burgundy, the color of wine, and you’re already drunk on the feeling of it, the taste of him. You open your mouth, eager and pliant, and his tongue finds yours. The hand on your hip tightens, the other on your face moving to your back, gripping the fabric of your shirt as he pulls you up against him. You’re vaguely aware of the fact that when your body meets his, when you feel him already growing half hard in his khakis, that a moan escapes you, one which he devours intently.

Your own hands can’t stay still, running up his arms and over his shoulders and down to his chest, his heart beating wildly against your palm. You let your fingers flit over his collar before sliding up the nape of his neck and tangling in his hair. It’s as soft as you’d imagined, and the contact makes him pull away, a breathy groan escaping him before he begins pressing kisses along your jaw. When he reaches your neck, his tongue and teeth begin gracing your skin just as much as his lips. His bites are gentle, soothed instantly with a swirl of his tongue, and you find yourself letting out the tiniest, neediest sounds.

A wildfire rages inside of you, your bones becoming ashen branches licked and burned by flames so hot and intense you wouldn’t be surprised if your skin was scorching to the touch. You’re so filled with want - so much, so fully, it’s almost unbearable. You’ve never needed anyone like this, and you’re not quite sure what to do about it. Desire blossoms like roses within your core, the edges of their petals singed by the heat that roils inside of you.

“Not enough,” you pant quietly, eyes clamping shut as his teeth do the same along your throat.

“What do you need?” he murmurs against your skin.

“More. Touch me more, please, I want-”

You don’t get to finish your sentence before he’s steering you back, gently pinning you to the cabinet you’d been sorting just a few moments ago. One of his knees slides between your legs, parting them, the hem of your skirt rising, his thigh gently nudging against your already sensitive clit as he settles in close to you. It’s enough to make you whimper, but not enough to sate you. Not by any stretch of the imagination.

He pulls away from your neck to look at you, leveling you with a gaze honey-dipped in lust, his eyes still sweet and soft, but achingly hungry. “May I?” he asks, running his thumbs over the collar of your dress shirt. You nod, eyes flitting to the locked door.

“Hurry.”

He smirks. “That can be arranged.” Then, with a harsh movement so sudden and sharp you don’t see it, he rips your shirt open, the topmost button popping straight off and clattering to the floor. You gasp, but he wastes no time, pulling the remaining fabric out of your skirt and clutching your ribs as he dives to your collarbone. He picks up where he left off, kissing and nipping and licking your skin until he reaches the center of your chest. His breath is hot against your sternum as his hands glide up to the back of your bra, delicately stroking the fabric there.

“Yes, please, yes,” you insist before he even gets the chance to ask. His nimble fingers make quick work of it, unlatching your bra and then moving his hands to your shoulders, pulling the straps and your shirt down, flinging them off your arms and onto the floor in one smooth motion.

Within the next moment, you arch your back and his mouth is around one of your nipples, his fingers playing with the other. His tongue swirls and teases, his teeth gentle at first. But as soon as you moan, he’s on you in earnest, pulling your nipple between his teeth until he feels you shudder. His thumb rolls lazily against your other breast until he decides to switch, making you gasp under your breath.

Within moments you find yourself bucking your hips, running your center along his thigh, desperate for friction. Your hands tangle in his hair again, and you’re somewhat certain you’re whispering his name like a prayer. Then, he drops to his knees, his hands moving from your breasts to your skirt, bunching it further up your waist until he’s level with your panties.

“Can I?” He looks up at you, his warm brown eyes simmering darkly with desire, but they’re just as tender and honest as they’ve ever been. His breath fans across your inner thighs, and your hips move forward ever so slightly, yet ever so eagerly in response that you should be embarrassed.

Now, it’s all you can do to whine and nod. But it’s enough for him.

One hand tugs the already soaked fabric of your panties aside so he can lick you, tongue hot and heavy, from your core to your clit, the clever muscle instantly coated in your wetness.

“Fuck,” his voice hitches as his lips wrap around that bundle of nerves, the hand not holding your panties open for him kneading a soothing rhythm into your thigh.

Time has no meaning, now. At first, you’re still somewhat cognizant. You can feel his fingers against your leg, methodical and purposeful. It’s grounding. Especially in comparison to the way his mouth moves against you. Sinful. Heavenly. A dichotomy that threatens to split you asunder, one part of your brain enraptured in pleasure, the other half a little afraid of how much you like it.

But then, his hand leaves your thigh. His fingers are suddenly sliding along your slit, discovering your entrance, coaxing it open with two fingers that he then pushes inside of you with no resistance.

Now, it’s all heat, it’s all so good, it’s all too much. Your stomach begins to knot, but the sensations of him keep going, keep building. The steady pressure of his fingers inside you, the gentle ministrations of his tongue against you. Every time he enters you is a strike of lightning, yet only curling tendrils of smoke and gentle dapples of sunlight play behind your eyelids. The visions are pale and soft and comforting as he drives you ever to your ecstasy in strokes so very determined, so very fervent.

You don’t last long.

“Joshua, I-” You try to warn him, but at the sound of his name he curls his fingers inside of you and you’re coming harder than you ever have before. The satisfaction trickles like melting ice from the top of your head, pooling in the molten center of your hips before shivering down your legs, leaving you shaking slightly and utterly breathless.

Finally, Joshua pulls away, his lips and chin slick with you, and he smiles, pleasant and delicate and so at odds with the way he just made you feel. You’re suddenly a bit light headed, so you let your knees buckle and your back slide down the cabinet until you’re sitting on the floor.

“Are you alright?” Joshua asks, his expression growing a touch worried.

You nod, smiling and sighing and letting your eyes flutter shut for a moment. “Very, very much better than alright,” you answer with a laugh.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he says quietly, and when you open your eyes to look at him, he’s still on his knees, licking clean the fingers that were inside of you mere moments ago, the fingers that just made you see stars. The sight of it makes you forget about how spent you are, replacing all other thoughts with one singular desire: him. Him, him, and more of him.

You shift to your knees, fingers flying to the buttons of his shirt as you kiss him, feverishly hot and fast. You can feel him grin, lips twisting away from yours for only a moment, amused by your short-lived exhaustion and renewed enthusiasm. He shrugs out of his shirt, his palms coming to caress your shoulder blades as your own hands run down his chest, skimming across his stomach, touch feather-light, before you begin to busy yourself with his belt.

When it’s unfastened, he pulls away and stands, tugging your hands to bring you up with him. His mouth returns to yours like a magnet, his body turning and guiding the pair of you towards the long-forgotten couch in the corner. When the back of your knees hit the rough old cushions, his hands dip to unzip your skirt. Thoroughly sick of any amount of fabric being between you, you shove it and your panties down your hips and legs, stepping out of them as Joshua does the same with his slacks and underwear. You get on your tip-toes, move to kiss him, but he dodges your advance, hands holding you in place by your waist.

“You can always say no to me, you know,” he murmurs, echoing the sentiment he’d expressed that evening in his office, the one with the golden light and vermouth, the one that set all of this into motion.

“Joshua, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll never forgive you,” you breathe, words hitched with quiet laughter, and he joins you, chuckling softly.

“As you wish.” He kisses you again, and for a moment it’s baby blue cotton candy and friendship bracelets, but as he pushes you down into the couch, lays you out before him and slides lithely between your legs, a curtain falls. Now, you’re midnight and velvet, with fire and ice entwining along your spine, melting you like wax as you shiver.

It’s the first of many times in the coming weeks that you find yourselves like this, vignetted in stolen moments dark and quiet and sacred, drowning together in a bliss so sinful and fulfilling you think it might be your undoing.

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Cinders Pt.1

In which the princess’s most trusted lady-in-waiting and the blacksmith’s apprentice fall for each other at first sight.

Word Count: 6.53 k

Pairing: apprentice!Chwe Hansol/Vernon x noble!female reader

Genres/Warnings: medieval au, historical romance, court and castle, forbidden love, world-building, fluff, awkwardness, pining(?), reader is a bit of a nerd, vernon is an orphan, other svt members are here too, mentions of future readers, some mentions of church, no kissing yet sorry, premarital hand-holding, sfw

The first time Vernon saw you was two months after he became apprentice to the royal blacksmith. He’d been sent to the castle’s kitchens for an errand and just as he reached one of the doors, he saw you and two other girls walk into the hallway, giggling and chatting away in hushed voices.

To avoid confrontation, he had opened the door and walked through it quickly, but not after stealing one more glance at your face.

The first time you noticed Vernon was not then, but the next time he saw you, many months later.

Everyone in the kingdom was invited to attend the marriage of the King’s eldest daughter, therefore all of the castle’s workers had to do work of some kind. Vernon’s job was to polish the armor and swords of the royal knights, then watch the procession before helping the rest of the castle staff prepare the reception. You, being the noblest of the princess’s ladies-in-waiting, spent all day getting dressed for the occasion before doing your duty to help the princess get ready however you’re able.

Halfway through the parade that was the wedding procession to the kingdom’s cathedral, Vernon somehow got pushed to the front of the crowd and caught your eye as you walked by. He had recognized you even before you got close, he could never forget your face and he never would now.

You looked so beautiful holding flowers that matched your gown that wasn’t supposed to outshine the princess’s, but Vernon thought you looked as good as any princess or better. The two of you made eye contact for just a second, a second that could very well have been an eternity, before you slowly turned your head away as you walked past.

Vernon turned to the person next to him, one of the palace maids, and asked, “Who was that Lady just now, the second one after the royal family?”

The maid giggled. “The one in blue you were just ogling at? I see her all the time, she’s Lady Y/N, daughter of Duke L/N. One of the princess’s ladies-in-waiting.”

Vernon murmured your name under his breath in wonder before slowly breaking away from the crowd to head back to the castle.

At the same time you, meters away, had tried not to feel Vernon’s gaze following your back as you kept walking. You couldn’t get his face out of your mind. You’d met so many high-ranking noblemen in your life and their many sons yet you felt that none of them were as handsome as the boy you had locked eyes with just a minute ago. He was wearing the clothes male servants of the castle were told to wear today but you would’ve seen him many times already if that’s what he was so you were curious as to how he worked for the family.

The king was waiting outside of the cathedral to collect the princess so that he could walk her in after the rest of the group took their places. As you trudged on, taking much care to not move your feet any slower or faster than the person in front of you, you let your eyes wander a bit.

You recognized close to no one on the groom’s side of the pews but on the bride’s side you saw many familiar faces. So many royals, esteemed staff, nobles including your family, and others watched with countless different pairs of eyes, many of which you’d grown up with or grew up learning to read.

Court culture is one of teeth with a heart for bloodsport and the palace court of the second-largest kingdom in the land is no exception. Amongst the crowd you could spot a sharp glint, a gentle stare, a jealous brow…however nothing mattered more to you than your father’s proud sparkle. Those are a pair of eyes that raised you to know what to be looking out for in your life, invaluable lessons from birth to nobility in the kingdom.

Once your part of the line walked past the front of the pews, you bowed your head and stood behind where the youngest princess would stand and watched the rest of the procession file in. You then noticed a fidget from the groom himself, impossible for you not to see in a setting of orderly pace and stiff-backed audience members.

Prince Seungcheol, the oldest of the only two sons of the largest kingdom in the land, was supposed to have his hands clasped properly in front of him waiting for his bride, but it seemed that he couldn’t help but squeeze his fingers around nervously. His mother, who was sitting in the pew closest to him, also noticed and made a subtle signal to stop.

As you watched this tiny event occur, you looked at the rest of Seungcheol’s family, sitting together in that pew. Beside his parents were three daughters and one (sulky looking) son, Prince Wonwoo. You internally smiled to yourself, thinking of all the juicy gossip you’d picked up from the princess and her sisters about Seungcheol and his siblings. At that moment, everyone in the pews stood up. It was time for the king and princess to enter.

Immediately you saw Seungcheol’s hands go still out of the corner of your eye. In fact, his whole body did. You couldn’t blame him - even with a veil over her head, the princess looked stunning. He wasn’t the only one in the room who was in love with her but he was the one she had fallen in love with, and the look in his eyes said everything about what she meant to him. You felt your heart swell at the sight of the two saying their vows to each other and beaming. You blinked back tears of compassion when the priest pronounced them married.

The time between the newlyweds leading everyone out of the cathedral to getting back to the castle was a blur of cheering, hugging, and an endless storm of flower petals. Next thing you knew you were sitting down with your parents at the end of a long line of tables in the castle’s largest hall, waiting for the food to be laid out.

Vernon was given a large bowl of stew to bring out and he saw you there, participating in small talk amongst the other nobility. After years of barely getting by, followed by his time working in the castle, he could easily read your face. Utilizing the fact that time seemed to slow down when he looked at you, Vernon took in the practiced smile plastered on your face, complemented by a hint of boredom in your eyes. You sat up straight and tall until a maid set a goblet of wine down next to you and you looked up to thank her, getting you a disapproving look from someone next to you.

By the time you moved your head back, Vernon reached the table and continued to watch you as you gingerly picked up your goblet to take a sip. Your eyes met as you did so, causing you to freeze in your actions. The bowl of stew nearly slipped from Vernon’s hands from the shock and he looked away in an instant, setting the thing down before walking away. He wanted so badly to glance at you again but didn’t want to possibly bump into someone in the bustling hall from being distracted.

You ended up taking a much longer sip of wine than originally intended, forcing you to swallow hard. You hadn’t even acknowledged what dish that young man was carrying, you were too busy trying to hide your exhilaration from seeing him again. The way his eyes widened when you noticed him, the way he’d nearly stumbled - with or without all of your own insight you would have noticed. It was proof to your rebellious self that those eyes you couldn’t get out of your mind all day were real. That boy you saw was real, and you liked him already more than you wanted to admit.

And the fact that he’d obviously been watching you despite the location of his task being quite a bit farther down the table was proof that he probably remembered you too. Beneath all of your upsettingly-too-fancy layers, your heart raced at all of these thoughts and it only beat faster when the boy came back into the hall again, carrying something different.

He didn’t even hide that he knew where you were seated except this time you were watching for him too. It was as if everything else in the world disappeared. The fear of your silent exchanges being noticed no longer existed, not that it was ever a worry in the first place. All eyes were on the princess tonight and never are they on servants anyways.

You two held each other’s gaze for so long, you practically had a full conversation using only slight changes in facial expression. How you wished you could have seen him again that night but the only thing left for castle servants to do was to clean up rooms after the wedding party had left them. You thought about at least leaving the dance early to go find him to at least ask his name, but with so many party-goers and stressed out staff around, you realized that wasn't a good idea.

You really wanted to leave the stupid ballroom, though. If not to find that man then at least to your chambers so you could finally have time to yourself in more comfortable clothing. You were getting very sick of your mother taking every opportunity to introduce and reintroduce all kinds of noblemen to you - You treated them all politely of course, but you couldn’t stop thinking about how none of them interested you nearly as much as the mystery man and you were starting to annoy yourself over how much he’d invaded your mind. The sooner the night was over the better.

A contrast to your lush bedroom, Vernon shared a servant’s room with the royal blacksmith where he laid down on a simple mattress with his hands behind his head. Vernon couldn’t remember the last time his mind had felt so busy but most of his thoughts were bringing about feelings that were new to him, so he couldn’t help but feel alert.

“Sir,” Vernon spoke, seemingly out of nowhere. He turned his head to face his mentor. “Do you remember how you felt when you first met your wife?”

The blacksmith looked over at Vernon in surprise. “Well of course I do! It wasn’t love at first sight or anything but I at least knew I liked her."

Vernon smiled at that. "When did it become love?"

"Over time I suppose, it's difficult to pinpoint anything specific. Though I will say, no other girl I'd met in my youth was so interested in my work, of all the grime and heat and sparks everywhere, so she became the most supportive. Haha, sparks. I guess it’s easier to say how than when."

Vernon nodded with a chuckle then turned back again. The blacksmith raised an eyebrow while fanning out his blanket.

“Why do you ask, dear boy? You’re usually so quiet.”

Vernon opened his mouth to say, but thought better of it. “I guess…after seeing how much went into the wedding today I couldn’t help but wonder.” He then cringed at his own white lie and grabbed his own blanket to rest.

The last time you were so interested in someone you didn’t even know was when you were eight and the person wasn’t even real. It was a character in a fairytale your mother used to tell you, Cinderella. You admired her for being able to stay kind-hearted and hard working through so much pain and tragedy but found it silly that she was saved over a shoe. Or at least, that’s what you said as a child at bedtime, making your mother laugh.

During your studies, you used to spend hours writing countless amounts of alternative endings to Cinderella’s story, most of which were meant to be more logical or more romantic but some of which you found even more ridiculous than the original. This went on for years with several fairytales and you shared much of it over tea with your friends in the court, until one year you found something else to grow into.

With similar fervor, you actually went out of your way to look around for the right person to ask who the mystery servant boy was without risking suspicion. It took a couple of days until the court’s weekly riding lessons came up. The person who ended up being able to set you on the right track was the stableboy, Joshua. You took extra long to brush your horse before asking, waiting for everyone to have left already.

“The only guy I know who matches your description works with the blacksmith, he’s the newest around here who's young,” Joshua said, unfazed by your embarrassment. “I think I heard someone call him Hansol? Everyone else I can think of that sounds similar is above servant class.”

“Hansol…wow, thank you so much Joshua! I owe you one.”

Joshua dipped his head. “Happy to help, m’Lady.” You then went to put away your brush and sugar cubes, looking very excited.

“By the way,” Joshua called, his turn to look embarrassed. “The next time you see the princess’s second sister, could you tell her…I need help with something about her horse?”

You tried not to laugh as you smiled knowingly. “Of course, I’ll send her your way!”

Joshua hid his blush at your teasing wink before you skipped off.

“Oh, m’Lady?” Joshua called.

“Yes?”

“If you’re about to go find the guy, I suggest you wear something you don’t mind getting dirty.”

The forges were outdoors, close to the kitchen which wasn’t the farthest walk from the stables but there was a high chance of being spotted. You hoped to the heavens that you weren’t as you approached the small building from the back, hearing sounds of clanging metal grow louder. Knowing there was no door to the place, you took one last look around before rounding the corner to go in.

You were immediately greeted with the sight of a large stone furnace and the feeling of heat on your face from the fire. You observed tools hanging on the walls, barrels of supplies, and several work benches. At one of them stood a man with his back turned, his hammer the source of the clanging.

Even from behind you could recognize him, though you had to admire his broad shoulders and strong arms. You weren’t sure what to say, it all felt a bit anticlimactic.

"So… you're the blacksmith's helper! Uh, where is he right now?"

Vernon stopped to turn and look. Upon recognizing you, nearly dropped the sword he'd been working on into his water bucket. Without taking his eyes off of you, he slowly dipped the scalding metal in, surprising you in turn with the sudden sound of steam. Out he pulled a very pretty iron blade.

"Apprentice," Vernon finally spoke, setting his project aside. He then bowed to you politely. "My master insisted on retrieving water himself, he’s returning shortly. What brings you here, my Lady?"

You flapped your hand at him, laughing. "Please, just call me Y/N. I thought I'd finally make your acquaintance?"

Vernon blinked. He awkwardly removed his gloves and held out a hand. "Chwe Hansol, but most call me Vernon. Pleased to meet you, Lady Y/N."

You laughed again, a sound Vernon decided he liked hearing. “Do you need me to relay a message for my master?” Vernon asked as you shook hands.

“Not actually,” you admitted. “The truth is I just came to see you and, well…I mean I’m sure the blacksmith is-”

“Why hello, kids!”

You and Vernon jumped away from each other, causing Vernon to knock over the bucket of water. He winced at the splash. You looked at the source of the new voice - a kindly older man who’d seemingly appeared from nowhere carrying an identical bucket but full of water.

“Someone mention me?” He asked, grinning.

“Ah, sorry sir,” Vernon scrambled to get his gloves. “I was just, uh-”

“Vernon, are you not going to introduce me to your fine friend here?” The blacksmith mused. Vernon blushed.

“Y/N L/N,” you smiled, holding out your hand. “A fine workplace you have!”

“Ah, Duke L/N’s daughter!” You could see the man sweating nervously as he bowed to you instead. “Many thanks and forgive me for not recognizing you! Is there something I can help you with?”

You realized your simple outfit must have thrown him off and you felt bad. “Oh no, I should apologize for troubling you. I was just, um, passing by and saw…” You looked over at Vernon, who also looked at a loss for words.

“Miss, you are no trouble at all. Say Vernon, why don’t you take a break and go refill your bucket, maybe bring your friend here too? Give you two some time to chat a bit, maybe,” The blacksmith ended with a wink.

Vernon sputtered incomprehensibly as he picked up the bucket and began to leave. You bowed and said thank you.

“Of course,” the blacksmith said before you went to catch up. “I promise I won’t tell a soul.”

“Where are we going?” You asked Vernon as the two of you walked farther and farther away from the castle. “The moat is closer.”

“We’re going to…a nice spot.” Is all he said.

Okay sure, you thought. You continued walking through the grass closer to the forest in near silence. You were trying very hard not to stare too much at him - your insides were fluttering at being able to look at his handsome features up close.

“I wanted to find you after the reception,” you blurted out.

Vernon regarded you with no change of expression. “I mean, I guess I did too. But I’m sure you were busy.”

“Well that wouldn’t have stopped me,” you laughed. “Clearly, since here I am. But I didn’t even know your name until earlier today.”

“Who did you ask?”

“Ah…well, I couldn’t ask people in the court so I asked the stableboy after taking care of my horse today.”

Vernon nodded. “The stableboy, huh. I’ve been meaning to say hello at some point, the maids say he’s nice. Or at least, nice-looking. But I haven’t gotten the chance.” He smiled when you giggled at that.

“No one but him, you, and your master know where I am right now. And I’m glad your master won’t tell that he saw me. I was going to say I was worried about that before he showed up.”

“He’s a good man,” Vernon said. “No thoughts outside of dedication to his craft.”

Pretty soon, the two of you arrived at a stream not too far into the forest. Vernon set his bucket down and proceeded to rinse his face. When he noticed your bemused posture standing behind him, he said “The water here is fresher than the moat’s, there’s a spring nearby. It’s also quieter. It’s like a…treat of sorts when I’m allowed to make the longer trip.”

You decided to kneel down and rinse your hands, marveling at how clear the water was and how quickly it carried dust and sweat off of your skin. As you rose after you were done, your face lit up.

“What is it?” Vernon asked.

“Over there, that hill?” You pointed through the trees to the left of the castle. “I like to go there, usually for picnics with friends. But I read there on my own when I can.”

“Perhaps you’d like to show me sometime?” Vernon said softly. You looked at him bashfully as he finally started filling up his bucket with water.

Once it was full, Vernon had you follow him to the edge of the forest. He set the bucket down then sat down next to it, gesturing for you to sit too. You carefully sat side-legged with your skirts past your knees. You gazed out at the castle, seeing the smoke billowing from the kitchens and the blacksmith’s shop.

“I already knew your name,” Vernon finally spoke, sounding like he was sharing a secret. “At the wedding. But even though I wanted to, I couldn't have looked for you then without finding trouble.”

“I am trouble so you found it anyways,” you joked, making Vernon chuckle. “Who did you ask?”

“Just a maid,” Vernon shrugged. “She was next to me during the procession.”

You sat in silence for a bit as Vernon visibly fought himself over whether or not to say something else.

“Hey,” you said, nervous yourself. “Anything you ever want to tell me, I won’t judge.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Vernon smiled, relaxing a little. He grabbed the handle of his bucket and got up. “We should head back..you probably don’t want to be late for dinner.”

You blinked and the shock of realizing the time sank in. “My stars, you’re right,” you exclaimed, getting up and smoothing your skirts. “You go slow, I should hurry back now, to get changed.”

“Be safe on your way back,” Vernon said. You nodded, beaming. Just when you were about to start running, you felt a tug at your arm.

“Hey,” Vernon said, a bit shy. “Thanks for making time to come see me. I don’t usually get company and your free time must be precious.”

“Aw, don’t worry about it!” You placed a hand over his wrist, making him jump. “It was worth the risk and I had fun!”

Vernon stood there a bit stunned, before nodding with a small smile. “Will I see you again?”

You grinned again. “The hill, I’ll send you a sign.” Then finally you took off, leaving Vernon in the grass.

As he walked, he watched how the setting sun reflected off of your hair and skin, your sleeves rippling in the wind. He matched your fluttering smile when you looked back at him.

Over a week later, you had to rely on Joshua again to help out. You slipped him one of your necklaces tied to a note after a horse riding session then set off to that hill with a book.

Joshua unfolded the note and smiled.

Making up an excuse to leave, Joshua rode his own horse over to the blacksmith’s workplace.

You watched Joshua and Vernon’s short exchange all the way from the top of the hill, waiting with much anticipation. You gradually got immersed in your book until finally, you heard Vernon’s voice from behind.

“A ‘sign’, huh?”

You put down the book and faced him. Vernon’s smile mirrored yours as he stood there, holding up your necklace. He handed it to you as he sat down.

“It was the best thing I could think of,” you replied with a shrug. “Pretty, isn’t it?”

You held the charm in your palm, watching it sparkle in the sunlight.

“It’s the royal family’s crest, right?”

You nodded. “I got it shortly before the princess’s wedding. Who knows, you might be seeing it again soon…!”

Vernon laughed at that. “Wouldn’t miss it. I’ll have to thank the stableboy soon, maybe get to know him.”

The two of you sat in comfortable silence before Vernon asked, “What story is that?”

“Oh, this? It’s The Tale of Sim Cheong. It’s one I go back to often.”

“Wow, that’s one I haven’t heard in a long time…may I see?”

You nodded and handed the book to him. You watched as Vernon flipped through the old pages, occasionally smiling, making hints of adoration bubble inside you.

“Are fairytales your favorite?” He spoke, not looking away.

“I guess you could say that, I like reading biographies and myths too but they’re not nearly as…”

“Magical?” Vernon finished. You nodded, happy that he was so eager to get to know you. It felt refreshing to talk to someone naturally rather than within an abrupt arrangement.

When he was just about done, you thought to ask him something but even after days of thinking about it, you were still nervous.

“Uh, Vernon,” You began slowly.

“Yeah, Y/N?”

“I could see that you wanted to tell me something before…what was it, do you remember?”

Remembering what you’d said, Vernon exhaled and looked at you, setting the book down. “I wanted to say I’d seen you before the wedding, just once, and thought you’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. Which is why I wanted to know who you were. But I thought it’d be too forward..”

You were so stunned you couldn’t say anything for a moment. Part of you wanted to float upwards into joy and the other part wanted to hide in a hole blushing.

“I, uh, t-th…thank you, that means a lot.” You managed. “I think you’re, uh, beautiful too. More so than a lot of men I’ve met.”

It was Vernon’s turn to blush. “Thanks, really I-I’m glad.” He could feel things getting even more awkward. “That day I…didn’t get to go into the cathedral so I still don’t know what it’s like to see people get married.”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. “You’ve never seen a wedding?”

“Not one like that. My folks aren’t around anymore and that was the king’s first daughter, right? So growing up I just, well...anyways I know now is it’s a lot of work.”

You chuckled and looked up to the sky. “Don’t remind me that I’ll have to repeat all that preparation like five more times in the next couple years…”

“Can they not wait? Or do they think the amount of time from betrothal is enough already?”

“Gosh, I don’t know…personally I don’t think any amount of time is ever enough to truly decide who you want to spend eternity with, but they’re royals who are expected to produce heirs fast. I’m not even betrothed, surprisingly, which is great because I’ve seen how much struggle comes with prior engagements.”

Vernon did his best to fight down any feelings of hope from you saying that by asking something else. “What is it like in the court?”

You sighed deeply. “Brutal. Sometimes it’s fun, like a constant sleepover party with your close friends. But sometimes it feels like no one is their own person because of all the gossip and expectations. It’s like from birth, everyone already had their purpose and social circle chosen and then all of the pressure just piles on. Though I don’t regret having to balance so many responsibilities now, it puts all of the skills I learned when I was younger to use.”

Even though you weren’t going into too much out of worry, Vernon was such a good listener. “That’s so interesting to me, I didn’t have much structure as a kid but wanted it where you’re constantly surrounded by it.”

You nodded in appreciation. “It’s why I used to be shocked when I heard about people who dream of living in the castle. What brought you here? I’m guessing it hasn’t been long?”

“Yeah,” Vernon said. “After my parents passed I got by in the village by helping the cathedral keepers in exchange for food. One day the royal blacksmith was in town for errands and talked to me when he passed. He found out I had no family and practically no skills, but was thinking of learning to make stained glass windows with no clue where to start. So all in all, there was no way I would have refused his offer to be apprenticed. If not for learning, then for the better shelter, haha.”

“I’m so glad for you, I can’t imagine how difficult it must have been all on your own. Do you still think you want to make stained glass windows one day? I think that’s really neat.”

“Maybe,” Vernon shrugged. “Staring at those windows and learning their stories was what kept me going as a kid so I’ve always been drawn to them. But learning to forge metal into weapons has been really rewarding and soon I’ll be learning how to make armor. Though my master says if I still want to go the other route, he’ll write a recommendation to a friend of his in the neighboring kingdom.”

“That’s amazing! And hey, maybe you could do both one day! I promise I’ll be recommending you to everyone I know.”

“Maybe I will,” Vernon smiled. “…I wish I could stay and ask you more but I need to get back, my master is going to worry.”

You nodded and gave his arm a gentle squeeze. “You go, there can always be a next time, if you’d like. I’ll see you around?”

Vernon’s face broke out into the brightest smile you’d seen from him yet, melting your heart for good. “Of course, Y/N.”

For the next few weeks, you and Vernon learned more about each other each time Vernon came to return your necklace. Little things, big things - It was so difficult to find any time you could steal him away discreetly, but it made things all the more worth it. Every moment was precious and you found yourself not able to comprehend how your life was before having Vernon to talk to.

You knew from the start it was wrong. Sneaking away to see him, disguising yourself, passing notes. You knew that one day you would have to leave him behind or worse. But you couldn’t stop your feelings from growing and you didn’t want them to stop. For once in your life you hadn’t just befriended someone kind…someone sweet and silly and handsome - you were choosing to spend time with him, to put forth the effort. A choice of your own that you weren’t going to let anyone take away from you.

One summer day, he actually beat you to the hill. You arrived breathless after jogging up to the top where Vernon stood grinning, twirling the silver chain between his fingers with familiarity.

“At this rate Joshua is going to become my new best friend.”

“I’m glad you guys get along,” you laughed, panting a bit. You walked up to him to take your necklace back as always, but this time to make fun of you a little bit Vernon held it out of reach, your hand missing his at the last moment.

You pretended to be offended as you kept reaching for it while he laughed until you accidentally tripped, catching Vernon off guard as he had to catch you. Your already red faces only got redder when you found yourself in his arms so you forced yourself to slowly push away from him as he quietly gave the necklace back.

“Uh, I brought food,” Vernon spoke, breaking the awkward silence. He pointed to a small basket on the ground; you could smell the bread inside. There was a small pail of fresh water to share, too.

“Hooray!” you exclaimed, still a bit jittery. “I’ll admit I am hungry.”

As the two of you snacked together comfortably, laughing and chatting away as usual, it sunk in how close you felt, strange considering how you’d met. But no complaints, of course.

“I’ve been working on my first chainmail hood,” Vernon said along the way in the conversation. “You should come by soon so I can show you. It’s really heavy but the knights I’ve met say it’s fine.”

“That’s so cool! I don’t get to speak with them that often, but the youngest princess likes to watch them train.”

There was a pause before you and Vernon broke into soft laughter over that.

“Anyways, I’m ahead in my training this week so my master said I could have the day off and we’re starting something new after he finishes his recent order.”

“So I can have you to myself longer today if I want?” You smirked.

“Mmhm,” Vernon smiled, unfazed. Your blush was unbidden.

“Well my parents are busy today and so is the princess so I also have more free time today.”

“And Joshua’s keeping her sister busy,” Vernon murmured into the pail with a smirk of his own.

You pretended to gasp in shock. “Oh no, have my court ways rubbed off on you!?”

Vernon laughed. “Who knows, I might be able to out-gossip you soon..”

“I’ll have to stop telling you so much…” you shook your head, reaching for a strawberry you spotted in the basket.

“But your stories are so fun, I didn’t know anything about what happens in the castle before meeting you! Aside from tidbits from the cook but you know.”

“Yeah, everyone here has heard the cook gossip at least once.”

Vernon finished his bread and turned towards you. “True that. How about this? Any stories of your own you could tell me about? Like, story stories?”

Touched, you raised your eyebrows. “My my…I guess I haven’t told you that my favorite thing to do when I was little wasn’t just reading fairytales, it was messing with them.”

“What do you mean?” Vernon cocked his head.

“So you know how even with dozens of iterations, fairytales always seem to end the same? I used to come up with several different endings for my favorites to see just how crazy I could make them without losing the overall meaning. My court friends loved it growing up because tea lessons could get really boring.”

“That’s actually really interesting, what was your favorite one you wrote?”

You snorted because you immediately knew which one it was. “My favorite story to alternate was Cinderella, everyone knew it. The most ridiculous version I made was with an explosive pumpkin carriage and slippers that could fly. But after reading this one version I made with a fairy godmother to the princess, she gave me a bunch of ideas for more.”

Vernon, who had been chuckling, suddenly stopped in his curiosity. “The princess asked you to write things?”

“At first her versions all had something to do with Cinderella staying alone. Running away, rejecting the prince, finding someone else, letting a step sister have him, but over time she had me write the prince with more personality, used the fairy’s magic to extend the story, plus a lot of other things, and now…she’s married to Prince Seungcheol.”

Vernon’s jaw dropped. “Did you keep all of those versions?”

“Not of those I didn’t, because the princess kept a box of my writings that she agreed to marry the prince. She still has it now,” you giggled, starting to feel embarrassed. “From the moment they were betrothed, the princess complained so much about her now husband. She’d been signed off to marry him without having a chance to get to know him first and he wasn’t how she’d imagined her own Prince Charming. So alongside Cinderella, there were a lot of other ways she asked me to ‘rewrite her story’ and I would read them to her whenever I could, some of which were quite detailed. Until one day one of the other ladies-in-waiting mixed up a gift for Seungcheol and the story box.”

You couldn’t wipe the mischievous look off your face as Vernon gasped, knowing where this was going.

“Lets just say Seungcheol was both very amused and very hurt when he got his present. I nearly fainted when one of his sisters told us he read everything that was in the box. You should have seen the look on the princess’s face though, her sister had to spend hours convincing her to face the world again, nevermind speak to Seungcheol.”

“And how did that go?

“The two went on a very long walk together, we all watched from a window when the princess returned and squealed when he kissed her hand. And the rest was history,” you grinned as you finished your bread and took a nice sip of water from the pail.

Vernon sat back, dazed with fascination. “And here we are talking about it after meeting because of their marriage.”

You let out a laugh. “I guess the moral of the story is high reward can follow high risk if you’re brave enough..?”

Vernon joined in your laughter. “Or perhaps always try to seek the light at the end of the tunnel?”

“Oh dear, is that cheese I smell?” The two of you kept laughing and exchanging ideas until you couldn’t do anything except let yourselves take a break.

In the midst of comfortable silence, finishing what was left in the picnic basket, you watched as the sky began to change color.

“The days are getting shorter,” you murmured to yourself absent-mindedly.

“Do you ever try to rewrite your own story?” Vernon spoke softly after more silence. The question didn’t surprise you as much as you thought but you did need a moment before answering.

“Well I’m sitting here, aren’t I?” You chuckled ruefully as Vernon looked at you in confusion.

“Before I met you, this hill wasn’t just where I relaxed, it was where I ran away to, usually upset. My parents have been good enough to me, letting me meet people in hopes I’ll pick a suitor but truthfully I just want my life to be like…this.”

Not being able to hold yourself back anymore, you leaned closer to Vernon and placed a hand on his. He looked at you with a jolt, searching your face for some kind of retreat and when you didn’t budge, he slowly wrapped his fingers around yours. Your heart was beating so fast you could only whisper.

“Peaceful…private…Whenever I can’t stand nodding politely through one more dinner, smiling again for someone I don’t care for, or sitting in piles of fabric I don’t deserve, I sit out here and feel the wind in my face or the rain on my skin. When I’m here I know in my heart that one day I will be free to have everything I’ve ever wanted.”

Including you is what you didn’t say, but your eyes held the sentiment as you turned your head to look at Vernon.

You didn’t know how you looked but Vernon, whose gorgeous face was glowing in the colors of the sunset, looked like a painting you would gladly hang above a mantel. The little smile on his lips and the shining look of adoration in his eyes that hung on to yours so intently nearly made you swoon.

“I’m so glad that I met you, Y/N. You’ve made my story into a happy one and I never want this chapter to end.”

You would remember that moment for a very long time. That beautiful, golden moment. Where no one but each other were in you and Vernon’s eyes…the sun, the lingering smell of fresh bread and the sounds of the castle from across the meadow were distant.

The moment before everything changed.

a/n: and there we go that's the first part of my first tumblr story! If you're reading this I want to say thank you so much! I hope you enjoyed and I can't wait to be writing more in this universe and some other things I have planned!

#vernon x reader #chwe hansol x reader #vernon chwe x reader #vernon chwe #medieval au #historical romance #vernon fluff #svt fluff #kari's kingdom universe #female reader #svt x reader #vernon x y/n #vernon x you #blacksmith vernon #noble reader #sfw seventeen

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ashienne · 10 months

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ꕥ A/N: This is a Alternative Universe Story! My first collab with my friend :)

ꕥ Pairing: Joshua Hong

ꕥ Genre: Angst

ꕥ Wordcount: 430

But moving on from him is impossible.

Just everyday, I always scold Joshua because of his drinking. He wasn’t like this before, I don’t know what comes into his mind to drink this to much. All day, he spend his night clubbing. I just let him do what he wants because I love him, i let him do whatever he wants. Even if it hurts, i don’t care.

“Drinking again?! Really Joshua?!”

“AND YOU EVEN SLEPT WITH HER?

You know, I let all those slide Josh. The drinking? Clubbing? I LET ALL OF THOSE SLIDE. Even if you don’t make time for me because of your drinking, I let those slide, Shua. Because I love you Shua, I love you. But sleeping with another girl when you have a Girlfriend?..It’s too much for me.”

As i cry in our shared apartment, the voice echoing in my mind replaying the things we used to do before. These thoughts going into different scenarios from good to bad before calming myself down. Before i can speak once again, Joshua is interrupting me trying to say something but i was too focused on my thoughts.

Did he do the same thing to her? Am i just a choice?

“Look, w-we were drunk. We didn’t know what we were doing. Im sorry, Okay?”

He said while holding into my hands with puppy eyes.

You can’t get me with your puppy eyes, Josh.

“Sorry? Again? I’ve heard that a million times but you still do the same mistake!”

“ I am sick of you, Shua. I just can’t let myself suffer like this. I am so tired of understanding you. We should end this.”

“W-what? N-no! Please.. Let me have the chance to change. I promise to do better, Just don’t leave me like this.”

“Fuck it, Karina. Just don’t leave me, please. I want you here.”

He said while begging me to stay.

“No Josh, i have give you alot of chances but you never did any of those. I am so fucking tired, with you. I’m letting our 3 years relationship end like this. Good bye.”

I said while bursting all my tears out. It hurts Josh. But i love you, Still.

“Karina, please. For gods sake. Please, just don’t..”

“No, Josh. I had enough.”

“Karina! I’m begging you.. This is so bullshit!”

“Shut up! I fucking hate you. NO WOMEN will love you like I’d ever did.”

I left him while I’m sobbing bursting the hell out my tears.

Leaving you like that is very hard for me, it feels like I’m gonna die. I can’t live without you Joshua. I’m still catching my breath while crying very fucking hard. It wasn’t easy for me to let you go Shua. Moving on from you is impossible, and that’s how i love you.

#kpop #seventeen #joshua seventeen #svt carat #kpop au #alternative universe #s.coups #jeonghan #joshua hong #wen junhui #vernon #wonwoo #deokyeom #seventeen hoshi #seventeen dino #minghao #the8 #seungkwan #joshua x reader

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niyahniyaa · 4 months

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Imperfect Love

Choi Seungcheol x Reader

Tags: au, smut, angst, heartbreak, fluff, breakups

A/N: This is my first short story. I'm thinking of writing a pt.2 or just making an entire story of it but it depends on how this does. So bare with me.

Synopsis: You and Seungcheol have been happy for a while now. It’s a perfect relationship.…until it isn't.

Credit to my Beta Writer @liyahlisworld

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“I’m in the kitchen.” You yell, calling out to your boyfriend who just walked in the house. It’s 5:30 pm, he usually walks in around this time, so you were already expecting him.

“Watcha cooking?” He asks hugging you from behind, the minty scent coming from his breath as he places small kisses on your neck and shoulders. You turn to look at him, setting the spoon down on the counter. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you place a small peck on his lips.

“How does spicy stir fried pork and kimchi with udon noodles sound?” You ask smiling up at him. He returns the gesture kissing you softly on the nose.

“Sounds good Naekkeo” he starts. “ I’m gonna go put my things away, I’ll meet you back at the table ok?” He grabs his bag he previously placed on the couch and walks upstairs to the room. You put the finishing touches on the meat and start to make your plates. On cue, Seungcheol walks into the dining room and sits across from you at the table.

“Anything new today at work?” You ask, sparking a conversation. He shakes his head while slurping up some noodles. “Nothing really.” He starts. “We just got a new VP for Marketing. She seems nice I guess.” He says picking up a piece of meat.

You nod your head taking in this info. He works at Hybe, one of the biggest recording companies in Seoul. He’s the CEO so he gets pretty busy, which is why you like to have dinner ready once he gets home. Being together for 5 years now you’re pretty used to his schedule.

“So how was work,” he asks taking a sip of water, “anything eventful happen?” You work at the local Veterinary Clinic. Today just so happens to be the day that you preformed a life saving surgery on a baby shiba.

“I actually performed a very successful surgery on a pup today,” you start, “I was so nervous honestly, it was super risky and I’ve grown so attached to her on the count of her frequent visits and tests, so my nerves we’re shot!” You exclaim shaking your head. It’s quiet.

You look up instantly meeting eyes with Seungcheol. His deep dark browns staring at you attentively. Listening and taking in every word that came out of your mouth. You can’t help but blush at the sight. That’s when you finally take the chance to analyze him. His black hair lay messily atop his head, some strands hanging over his eyes. He’s wearing a white tank top that exposed his beautiful broad shoulders. You look back up at his face and notice he’s biting his lips.

How long have you been staring? Has he noticed?

“Wow,” He says snapping you out of your thoughts. “Sounds like it was a lot and you have to remember not to get too emotionally involved Naekkeo”. He says gently. He didn’t seem to notice your staring. He straightens up and reaches out for your hands. “Yea I know, they’re just so cute.” You respond as you place your hands softly on his big palms.

“Saw something you liked y/n?” He asks caressing your hands, making soft circles on the back of your hand. He’s staring at you intensely as if he’s trying to undress you with his eyes.

He noticed.

You feel the your cheeks getting warm and you look down shyly. Even after all these years together, he still gives you butterflies like it’s the first time meeting him all over again.

“I was just uh-,” you start. “I just noticed how messy your hair looked.” You say sheepishly. You smile and shake your head. “How is it that you can still give me the same feeling I’ve felt when I first met you Cheol?” You ask him. He smiles exposing his cute deep dimples. “I don’t know?”, he starts. “Maybe it was the spell I placed on you after our first date”. You roll your eyes at his cheesy remark. He’s so cute. “Whatever.” You smirk.

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You start to gather the dishes to clean when you hear your phone ding on the table. You put the remaining dishes you were holding in the sink and walk back towards your phone.

Dokyeomie🍕 8:17 pm: Bestieeeeee

Dokyeomie🍕 8:17 pm: Wanna hang out after work this Saturday🥹

Dokyeomie🍕 8:19 pm: Soonyoung is flying in around 3 that day. We could meet at your place after we drop his things off at his hotel.

You’re usually just home lounging around after work. Cheol doesn’t come home for almost another 3 hours after you get off anyways so you could use the company.

You haven’t seen your bestfriend in like a month anyways, and you miss him.

You 8:21 pm: Yea why not, I’ll be home. I miss you my Seokminnie☺️

You 8:21 pm: Didn’t know you and Hosh made up

Dokyeomie🍕 8:23: Yea we’re over it now, she was nobody anyways🥱

You 8:24: Lol yea whatever you say🤣, I’ll see you this weekend ok? Gn bestie

Dokyeomie🍕 8:25: Yay😁see you this weekend gn y/n

“You okay?” Seungcheol asks, damn near scaring you to death. “Jeez Cheollie,” you say holding your chest, “you scared the shit out of me.” You put your phone back down on the charger and start walking towards the kitchen. Cheol following you.

“Seokmin and Soonyoung are gonna come by Saturday after I get off work.” You tell him turning the faucet on. He grabs the towel off the counter beside the sink. Ready to help you with drying the dishes. “Cool, when was the last time you’ve seen each other?” He asks drying a plate. You shrug your shoulders and look over at him. “It’s been a while, he’s been “busy”.” You say using air quotes.

Dokyeom was recently in a relationship. She was introduced to him by Soonyoung, one of our close friends. To make a long story short, she cheated on Dk with Yeonjun, one of Hoshi’s associates, at a party. Hoshi found out and didn’t tell Dokyeom about it. He was pretty mad at him and instantly broke up with the girl. He says that she was a nobody, but they dated for almost a year and Dk grew to love her. It definitely broke his heart, not that he’d admit to it.

“He’s been shelled away in his house since the breakup but if he says he was “busy” then who am I to doubt him”. You say handing Seungcheol a cup. You finish washing the last of the dishes and turn the faucet back off. “As long as they’re alright and are talking again that’s all that matters right?” Cheol says kissing your cheek. Your stomach flutters and you smile.

“Yeah I guess you’re right.” You turn the lights off in the kitchen and living room then grab your phone as you make your way upstairs. Seungcheol grabs your hand as you reach the top of the steps. He pulls you back softly, turning around to meet his hard chest. “I missed you today y/n.” He says biting his lips. He cups your chin turning you into a kiss, your lips instantly reciprocating.

He kisses you softly, stroking his tongue across your lips asking for an invitation. You instantly oblige parting your lips for his tongue to play with yours. He guides you into your room with a hand on your back. You haven’t had him all day. You can never get enough of the way he admires you so passionately.

“Cheollie,” you began, a soft moan escaping as he kissed your shoulder, gently lowering your bra strap. “Shower.” You say, tugging on his shirt. He picks you up bridal style and carries you toward the bathroom. He places you on the sink before starting the steaming shower. You began to take your clothes off, feeling Seungchol’s eyes watching your every move.

You look up making direct eye contact, your cheeks burn as you turn away still unable to maintain eye contact after all this time. It’s not like he hasn’t seen your naked body before. “You’re beautiful.” He says staring at you heatedly. You turn slightly covering your breast, tossing your bra at him playfully. “See something you like Cheol?” You ask using his own words against him. You step into the shower closing your eyes as warm water rushes down your head, flowing like a stream to your toes.

You feel arms wrap around your stomach and you turn around to see Seungcheol looking down at you. You move over slightly letting him into the water. The way it just runs down his head. His hair falling over his face and the way he slicks it back with his hand, it’s driving you insane. God how is he so hot. You look down at his now fully exposed body. His abs glistening against the moonlit ambience in the skylight above the shower. His large member fully erect as it softly pokes your belly.

You place your hands on his abs and slowly make your way lower. “I missed you too baby.” You say softly as you let your hands grip his hard cock. He picks you up suddenly wrapping your legs around his waist as he pins you against the wall.

You moan quietly as his lips find their way back to yours. “Fuck!” You groan as he rubs the tip of his dick along your folds. “I love you so much baby,” he whispers against your lips, “there’s no one I’d rather love-” a kiss against your shoulder, “no one I’d rather fuck.” He groans sliding into you slowly.

“Cheollie fuck!” You shout gripping onto his shoulder tightly. “Mmm, can’t believe I went the whole day without feeling your pussy.” he says moaning. You can never get over how dirty Cheol sounds when he has you like this, begging for anything he’d give you.

“God! You feel so good baby, so tight.” He rambles placing a hand on the wall while using the other to hold you up. In the midst of fucking you crazy, he still manages to make you feel so safe and balanced between him and the wall, never letting his grip loosen.

You feel your body start to tingle as he picks up the pace. He kisses you sloppily, teeth clashing as he moans inside your mouth.

He bites your bottom lip and you let out a moan. You throw your head back as he hits your g-spot, he knows your body like the back of his hand, pulling your strings like a fiddle. “Baby I-I’m g-gonna cum.” You say closing your eyes losing yourself to the pleasure. You drown in the ecstasy his strokes give. Sinking further and further into that hazy headspace.

“Not yet baby, wait for daddy.” He coos caressing one of your tits with his free hand. “I’m almost there baby, fuck.” He says. You look back down to see his eyes closed and him biting his lip. “Fuck me Cheollie…yessss, just like that.” You moan out meeting his thrusts in tandem. You feel him groan into your shoulder and you know he’s close. You lean in, biting his ear and kissing down to his neck. He moans loudly and you know that was it for him. “Shit baby yess…..fuck I’m cumming.” He says rubbing your clit with his free hand pushing you over the edge. You climax together, gripping each other tightly as you come down from your collective high.

“I love you y/n.” He says gently placing you down on your feet, still holding you close as to not let you stumble. You bask in the afterglow, holding him close. You stand on your tiptoes and give him a kiss. “I love you too Seungcheol.”

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The sun shined brightly through his office as he walks inside. Seungcheol was placing his bag on the chair by his desk when his assistant walked in. Kim Mingyu has worked for Seungcheol for quite some time now, becoming good friends as years passed. “Some night huh boss?” He says chuckling. Cheol was a bit groggy today, and Mingyu liked to mess with him. “Y/n kept you up late last night?” He laughed placing a coffee on his desk.

Seungcheol glares lowly, no real heat behind it and shakes his head, sipping his coffee. “We ready for this meeting?” He asks grabbing files from his drawer. Mingyu shakes his head, putting a hand in his pocket. “Just about, we’re waiting on your new VP, she isn’t in yet so,” he says checking his watch, “we still have a few more minutes.” Seungcheol rolls his eyes. He hates tardiness, it’s one of his biggest pet peeves in a workplace.

“We have a lot to go over so we have to start now.” He commands walking out of his office. Making his way to the conference room, he groans as he collides with someone. Papers flew everywhere. He bends down to help pick them up but his hand brushes another in the midst. He looks up to meet eyes with a woman. “I’m so sorry.” She says, bowing slightly and tucking her hair behind her ear.

Seungcheol smiled reassuringly. “It’s alright, your the new VP aren’t you?” He asks standing back up and handing her the papers he held. She nodded, staring at Cheol. “Sorry I’m late, traffic was horrible leaving my apartment.” She apologized. Seungcheol nodded, understanding. “Come, we’re beginning now.” He said, leading her to the conference room.

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“I’m just happy she’s ok.” You say proudly over the phone. “Don’t forget she has an exam coming up soon, we gotta make sure she’s not scarring too bad or anything from the surgery.” The woman on the other end agrees and says her goodbyes. You hang up and take a deep breathe. You finally get some quiet time in your office. It’s been busy today, from checkups to filing paperwork, you’ve been on your feet all day.

“You alright?” Your receptionist Younji asks stopping by your office. The clinic was slowing down now and there aren’t anymore customers occupying the lobby, so you don’t mind her coming in. “Yea I’m fine, just tired.” You say, your yawn proving how burnt out you were. She smiles and leans against the door. “Long day huh, it hasn’t been this busy in a while.” She comments running her fingers through her hair. She’s right. We haven’t been this busy in almost 3 weeks. “Yea something must be in the water.” You say jokingly.

Your phone began to ring and Younji excuses herself, closing the door behind her as you go to pick it up. It’s Seungcheol.

“Hey Jagiya,” he says as soon as you answer.

“Hey babe, how’s work?” You ask smiling at the sound of his voice. You then hear a few laughs from his side of the phone.

“Hey, I won’t be home til late today baby,” he starts. “Me and a couple friends are gonna go for some drinks after work.” He tells you. You nod your head at his statement. A weird feeling sinking in your stomach. “Well Seokmin and Soonyoung will be there to keep me company so that’s alright.” You tell him, remembering your messages with Dk earlier that week.

“Okay great, I’ll see you tonight then.” He says. “I love you.” You hear him kiss the phone receiver and you can’t help but chuckle at his action. “I love you too Cheollie, see you later.” You hang up and place your phone back on your desk. It’s 1 pm right now. You’ll be home soon. Just a couple hours left. You think to yourself, leaving your office.

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“I don’t care how much money you give me, I’m not jumping into a pile of cow shit. No!” Seungcheol says laughing. He was at a bar not too far from Hybe building and everyone was a few shots in by now. Mingyu laughed loudly, holding his stomach. “Quit asking stupid questions Gyu.” Seungcheol laughs. Everyone was laughing or engaging in their own conversations. The woman from earlier, Naeyon, giggles lightly. “Yea that’s a disgusting question anyway.” She says taking a sip of her soju.

“Ok,” Mingyu starts, finally over his laughing fit. “What if y/n was at the bottom of said shit pile, would you then jump?” He says raising his eyebrows. Seungcheol chuckles to himself. “If y/n was stuck at the bottom of a pile of cow shit,” he began, “I would personally shovel my way through to her.” He says sipping his drink. “Happy now?” He asks lifting his bottle. Mingyu claps while laughing. “Ladies and gentlemen, our CEO.” He says causing the rest of their colleagues to clap unknowingly.

He shakes his head while looking down. Naeyon takes a seat in one of the stools away from him. Trying to grasp his attention. “So you have a girlfriend I assume?” She asks looking up to Cheol, catching his attention. He nods his head while sipping his beer. “Uh yes, yes I do.” He looks away for a second then meets her eyes again. “As a matter of fact, I should be getting home now.” He says grabbing his jacket.

She grabs his wrist before he could completely stand up. “Let me buy you one more drink.” She offers smiling lightly. “I mean we are gonna be working together, might as well get acquainted right?” She suggests beckoning him to sit back down. He looks at the watch on his wrist, 8:45 pm. I’ve got time. He thinks to himself. “Just one more.” He says sitting back down.

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“Really?” You laugh out as Soonyoung finishes up his story. “That’s so petty Dk.” You say to your bestfriend. Soonyoung telling you how Dokyeom blocked him on everything. He even deleted his social media so Hoshi couldn’t contact him while they were fighting. “What?” Seokmin asks shrugging his shoulders. “That was a dick move and you know it Soon.” Dk said crossing his arms. You knew the whole situation still rubbed him the wrong way. He’s been your bestfriend since freshman year of high school. You knew him like the back of your hand.

“I apologized Dk. Really I’m sorry.” Soonyoung says sincerely grasping Dokyeom by his shoulders and shaking him. “I vow to never ever keep anything from you again.” He says holding out his pinky finger. “I promise.” Dk rolled his eyes, finally unfolding his arms and locking pinkies with Hoshi. “Good.” You say clapping your hands and standing up. “Anybody want another drink?” You ask walking towards the kitchen. “Yeah sure.” Hoshi says. You grab three bottles of Soju out the fridge and walk back to the living room. You hand the bottles over plopping back down. “Thanks baby.” Seokmin says opening his bottle.

“So where’s Seungcheol, shouldn’t he be coming home by now?” He asks changing the subject as he takes a sip with a raised eyebrow. You look at the clock hanging on the wall. 9:45! It is late isn’t it? You think to yourself. You shake your head as if to shake the thought away. “He’s out with a few friends from work, he told me earlier that he’d be home late.” You reassure them. They exchange a look to each other. “Unless he’s really out with some slutty assistant of his.” Hoshi laughs already tipsy.

You laugh uncertainly taking a sip of your drink. “While Mingyu is very handsome, I doubt Cheol would make any advances on him”. They laugh, holding their hands up in surrender. You then think back to the conversation you and Cheol had earlier this week. “There is this new VP that was hired on Monday.” You don’t know why you told them that or why it was even on your mind. Still you couldn’t shake the sinking feeling of his call from earlier. “He said she’s nice.” You finish looking away and rolling your eyes at yourself.

“HELLOO?!” Dk says loudly, smacking the couch. “He’s obviously out with her, right now!” He shouts, completely sure of himself. Hoshi laughs at Seokmin’s sudden outburst. You shake your head. Cheol would never. Besides they’re coworkers. You reassure yourself. “No, come on Dk,” you began, “Cheol would n-.” Your sentence was cut short by the door being swung open. Seungcheol walks in smiling big at you.

“NAEKKEO!!” He yells excitedly. He’s drunk. He turns and closes the door behind himself. He stumbles toward you, tripping over Hoshi and falling onto Dk. “Too much to drink huh Cheol?” Dk asks pushing him to the empty space beside him. You shake your head and walk towards him, checking his face. You brush the hair from his face, looking into his eyes. “Why would you drive like this?” You ask standing up with your hand on your hip. “I made it home didn’t I?” He sasses.

Dk stands up grabbing his now empty bottle. He walks to the kitchen and tosses it inside the bin. “On that note, I think it’s time for us to go.” He says to Hoshi clearing his throat. Soonyoung grabs his and Seokmin’s jacket and walk towards you. “It was great to catch up,” he says hugging you, “see you again soon y/n. Don’t be a stranger!” You walk them to the door, also receiving a hug from Dokyeom. “Love you bestie, thanks for coming over.” You say pulling away. “See you soon.” He says before heading out the door. You close it behind them, locking it in the process, you take a deep breath before making your way back to Cheol.

He’s sprawled across the couch, his eyes now closed. You shake your head as you pull him up. Jeez he’s so heavy. You say to yourself, wincing at the sudden pressure on your shoulder. “Come on Cheollie, you have to help me a little. You say as you walk towards the stairs, his arm wrapped around your shoulder as you keep him from stumbling. He lazily helps you carry him up the steps, tripping over a few in the midst.

You finally make it to the room and you push him onto the bed. He lands forcefully, face first. You place his bag on a chair by your vanity and look over to him. He seems to be asleep now. You shake your head as you began to undress him, starting with his shoes. As you were beginning to take his pants off, you hear a ding, coming from his bag. You walk to the chair you placed it in and look inside. His phone screen lights up the dark space inside as you reach for it. It was a text from an unknown number.

Unknown 10:15: Hey it’s me☺️, just making sure you made it home

Unknown 10:16: You seemed a bit drunk when you left

Unknown 10:17: Anyways just checking on you haha, see you on Monday

“You okay baby?” Cheol asks, suddenly awake. You nod holding his phone up for him to see. “You got a message from some unknown number.” You tell him walking towards the bed. He takes it and looks at the screen briefly. He shakes his head and tosses his phone to the side. “It’s nothing.” He reassured grabbing your hand. “Come here.” He demands pulling you on the bed closer to him. He kisses your lips and you could smell the alcohol on his breathe. You push him back, staring into his eyes. “Take this off babe.” You tell him, referring to his buttoned up shirt. He lazily unbuttons some, but you finish it off for him. “Goodnight beautiful.” He says turning over. You kiss him on his cheek and lay beside him. Trying not to get suffocated by the constant thoughts in your head, you close your eyes and slowly drift off to sleep.

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“Knock knock.” Seungcheol looks up from his computer to the voice coming from his office door. It was Nayeon. It’s been two months now that she’s been working here, and since then, she’s grown quite comfortable, too comfortable. “Can I come in?” She asks interrupting Cheol from his work. “Sure, is there something you need?” He asks her. She shakes her head, closing the door as she walks in. He looks confused as she walks up and takes a seat across from him.

“I just wanted to tell you that sales have been great since changing the initial marketing technique.” She says referring to their last meeting. He nods sitting back in his chair. “Yes I’ve noticed,” he started, “great job you’re doing.” He says smiling. She blushes, tucking her hair behind her hair. “Thank you Cheol, your ideas really helped.” She says, cheeks turning red. Seungcheol stares at her, surprised by the sudden nickname, a name only close friends used.

“Is there anything else you need?” He asks her shifting in his chair. She looks at the watch on her wrist and looks back up at him. “I’m just about to head out for my break,” she starts, “let me treat you to lunch.” She’s grinning widely. He looks at his watch and sighs. I’ve gotten a substantial amount of work done so why not? “Sure there’s a cafe across the street from here that we could go to.” He says standing up. She smiles also standing up. “Great.” He follows her to the elevator and steps inside with her once it arrives.

“So how do you like the job so far?” He asks her breaking the silence. She turns and looks up at him. “It’s great really. Everyone’s nice and I have an awesome boss.” She smirks flirtatiously. He smiled shyly rubbing the back of his neck. “Just keep up the good work and you’ll breeze by.” He says nicely changing the subject. They make it out the elevator and to the lobby, the warm breeze caressing Cheol’s skin as he steps outside. She follows closely beside him as they cross the street into the cafe on the corner.

“Can I get two medium iced americanos with two pumps of sugar and caramel drizzle, and can I also get two sandwiches on a toasted croissant please?” He asks the woman at the counter, once they get inside. She tells him his price and he pulls out his wallet to pay. “Hey, I’m supposed to be treating you remember?” Nayeon says stepping in front of him. He shakes his head and gently moves her out the way. “I’m a man, I couldn’t.” He says handing over the bills. They stand by the end of the counter and wait for their order to be called.

Once they get their food, they sit at one of the few tables by the window. “You didn’t have to do that.” She says taking a sip of her coffee. He shook his head before taking a bite of his sandwich. “Now you owe me.” He says covering his mouth. She grinned, looking down shyly. “So tell me about this girlfriend of yours,” she started, “she seems like a lucky girl.” Seungcheol chuckled to himself. “Nah, if anything I’m the lucky one. She’s amazing.” He says looking away.

Nayeon smiled not reaching her eyes like earlier. “Well then you’re lucky to have each other.” She says pulling at her sleeve. “I mean how did she score a catch like you?” She asks staring into Seungcheol. He shrugs, cheeks turning red. Looking at his watch he begins to stand up. “I think it’s uh- time to get back.” He says clearing his throat. “Of course.” She said grabbing her bag and standing up. They tossed their trash and she followed him back across the street into the large building. They throw their now empty cups into the bin by the elevator before stepping in.

After what seemed like forever, the elevator doors close. Then suddenly, before he could react, Nayeon is connecting her lips with him. She kisses him deeply before he shoves her away looking down at her. “W- what are you doing?” He asks her stepping back. She steps forward trailing him. “Come on, she doesn’t have to find out.” She says before forcing herself back onto his lips. They kiss for a few seconds before he comes to his senses. What the fuck am I doing? This is wrong. He thought to himself before pulling away again.

The elevator doors finally open up to the 16th floor and he quickly steps out. He rushes back to his office but is stopped by Nayeon calling his name. He turns around just as she’s walking up towards him, stopping beside him. “She doesn’t have to know.” She calls again before walking off. He finally steps into his office and closes the door. What the fuck?

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Its been two weeks since the incident, and Nayeon continues through their work day as if it hasn’t happened. “See you tomorrow Cheol.” Mingyu calls out as Seungcheol walks past him, leaving the office. He waves back at him and steps in to the waiting elevator. Before the doors could close, Cheol hears someone yell out to him. “HOLD THOSE DOORS PLEASE.” The voice yells. He quickly puts his hand out so the doors don’t shut and the person walks in. It’s Nayeon, holding her bag and a few other things. “Thanks Cheol.” She says smiling up at him.

He doesn’t say anything. Just looks up at the numbers above the doors as they count down to the garage. “Giving me the silent treatment aye?” She asks nudging him lightly. He walks out once they reach the garage, still not saying anything. He finally gets to his car and he suddenly feels a hand on his shoulder.

“Cheol,” she began. Turning around he cuts her off. “Don’t call me that.” He says sternly. He looks up and sighs heavily. “I have a girlfriend Nayeon, this can’t happen.” He says pointing to the two of them. She grins and looks down at his lips. Before she could act, Seungcheol clicks the button on his car key and climbs in, tossing his bag on the passenger seat.

Nayeon taps on the glass lightly asking him to roll down his window. Just drive off Cheol. Don’t entertain her. He thought to himself. He sighs and eventually rolls it down. “She doesn’t have t-.” She’s again cut off by Seungcheol’s deep voice. “Stop!” He says a bit loudly. “She does because she’s my girlfriend and I love her.” He tells her, as if to remind himself. “Ok so you don’t mind me telling her how you came on to me in that elevator two weeks ago?” She threatens. He looks at her, puzzled by her remark. “Just leave me alone.” He says before driving off, leaving Nayeon standing there alone.

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This shit sucks. Oh to be a woman. You think to yourself while hugging your stomach. It’s that time of the month for you and you can barely move. I’m hungry, you thought to yourself. “Shit dinner!” You say out loud. Cheol would be home any minute and you haven’t started cooking yet. You look at the time on your phone and throw yourself back on the bed. Fuck. Takeout it is, you thought. You open up the food delivery app on your phone and start scrolling through the endless choices. “I’m really craving some pizza right now.” You say out loud to yourself.

“BABE?!” You hear the door slam shut and you knew Seungcheol was home. “UP HERE!” You yell back. He walks up the steps to your room and plop himself on the bed next to you. He’s still thinking about what happened at work and he’s reluctant to tell you. “How was work?” You ask him snapping him out of his thoughts. He sits up running his fingers through his hair. “Stressful.” Is all he says before getting up and walking to the bathroom, taking his phone with him.

“How so?” You ask as he cracks the door. It’s quiet. You can faintly hear typing coming from his phone. Seungcheol types out a message responding to Nayeon’s previous one.

NCoworker 5:30: Come on Cheol. It wasn’t that bad was it?

NCoworker 5:31: Ik you enjoyed it a little right?😌

Cheol 5:45: This has to stop. I love y/n and nothing you do will change that.

NCoworker 5:46: I won’t tell her Cheollie. I promise.

Cheol 5:46: Meet me in my office tomorrow during lunch. This’ll be over soon.

NCoworker 5:46: If you say so. I’ll see you at work. Goodnight love.

“Who you texting?” You ask, making him jump slightly. He turns around quickly locking his phone. “Just Mingyu telling me about his girlfriend.” He lied. You nodded, part of you not believing him, but you quickly brushed that feeling away. “Takeout tonight?” You ask holding up your phone. You’re still undecided so you ask for his opinion. “I kind of want pizza and wings, but if you want something else we can choose the latter.” You tell him walking into his chest, wrapping your arms around him. He’s warm and his heart is beating quite fast. He seems nervous.

“You ok?” You ask looking up at him. He nods and leans down to kiss your nose. “Pizza it is.” He says walking back out of the bathroom holding your hand. You quickly order the food and lay on the bed, letting his hand go. Seungcheol is by the closet undressing. “You know I love you right?” He says randomly. You nod, somewhat confused by his question. “Of course, why what’s wrong?” You ask, brows furrowed. He just shrugs and walks back towards the bathroom, stopping by the door. “Just wanted to make sure you knew that.” He says before walking in and closing the door behind him.

You look over to where he was previously standing and noticed he left his phone. That sinking feeling returns and the next thing you know, your grabbing his phone quickly running back to the bed. Opening it, you didn’t really expect to find anything, you’re not even sure what made you want to go through it. You click on his messages and something immediately catches your eye. “Goodnight love.” Who is that? Your head immediately floods with thoughts. You click the message and your heart jumps.

NCoworker 5:46: I won’t tell her Cheollie. I promise.

Cheol 5:46: Meet me in my office tomorrow during lunch. This’ll be over soon.

NCoworker 5:46: If you say so. I’ll see you at work. Goodnight love.

What the fuck? Who is this? Is he- No. You instantly brush the thought away. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t! Before you could think of anything else, you quickly close out of everything and place his phone back where it was. You hear the water turning off, signaling that he was done showering. You grab the remote and quickly put something random on tv.

A movie began playing loudly as he walks out of the bathroom. “Watcha watching?” Cheol asks smiling at you. He walks into the closet and began dressing himself. You can’t help but sit and think about what you saw. Who is N. What won’t she tell someone. Why is she calling him Cheollie? So many thoughts flood your mind that you didn’t even hear Cheol calling your name. “Y/N!” He says snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Everything alright?” He asks drying his hair. You look over at him. He’s wearing a black T-shirt with some grey sweat pants. His hair loosely hang over his face as he continues to dry it. “Yea everything’s alright.” You say lowly. At least that’s what you told yourself. Just then you hear the doorbell ring. “Must be the food.” Cheol says rushing downstairs, taking his phone and his wallet with him.

Your phone begins to ring. You look at the caller ID to see that it’s your dad. Shit. Here we go. You reluctantly answer.

“Hey dad.” You say, fake excitement in your voice.

“Don’t sound to eager to hear from us.” He says, noticing the sarcasm. “Your mother and I are in town and we would like to see you.” He tells you. You roll your eyes. Terrible timing. Just as I’m starting to make assumptions on Cheol’s whereabouts at work. Your dad never really liked the idea of you and Seungcheol being together. Said he didn’t like the looks of him. Cheol was just a COO at the time. Working underneath a now close friend of his, Kim Namjoon. The elder really favored Cheol and his work ethic and promoted him within a couple years after his retirement. Still, my father didn’t think he was good enough for me.

“Great,” you start, throwing your head back. “What time would be good for you guys?” You ask. You can hear your mother on the other side saying something. Seungcheol walks back in with a plate of pizza and some wings for you and him to share. You get up and walk to the small table in your room. “Tomorrow night. We can grab dinner and catch up.” Your dad says finally. Seungcheol makes a small gesture as to question who was calling. You hold up a finger, telling him to wait a second.

“Sure dad, so I’ll meet you guys tomorrow night at 9.” You tell him. He agrees. Then hangs up. You sigh deeply before taking a bite of your pizza. “That your parents?” He asks handing you a bottle of water. You nod looking over at him. Your mind rushing back to his messages as you continue to stare at him. “Anything interesting happen at work today?” You question hoping he would let you in on whatever those texts were about.

He shakes his head. “Just constantly trying to boost sales for our clients and what not.” He says biting into a piece of chicken. “Gotta keep our clients happy.” He says drinking some of his water. He didn’t tell you. Since when did he start keeping things to himself? Since when did he lie to you? Again thoughts crowding your mind.

You didn’t want to think the worse. But then why would he be lying to you. Why couldn’t he just tell you. You shake the thought away. He wouldn’t. “Could you take this downstairs?” You ask Seungcheol, quickly losing your appetite. He furrows his brows. “You going to bed?” He asks watching you climb back into bed. You nod your head without saying anything else.

Shit. Does she know. She couldn’t possibly. Seungcheol thought to himself. Maybe meeting her parents is what’s upsetting her. They don’t have the best relationship. His mind racing as he took the food downstairs to the kitchen. Just then he got a call from his phone. NCoworker displayed brightly on his screen. What the fuck? Why is she calling him so late?

Seungcheol takes a glance to the top of the steps before hesitatingly answering.

“Hey there.” Nayeon says flirtatiously. He runs his fingers through his hair. What was he doing? Why did he answer? “What did you want Nayeon?” He asks quietly. “I figured you would still be awake.” She says giggling slightly. “I’d love your company right now.” He shakes his head at her remark. What the fuck was her problem? “What the fuck is wrong with you Nayeon,” he begins “This ends tomorrow.” He says to her before hanging up.

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“Yes two pumps of sugar.” You tell the barista at the cafe. You decide to surprise Cheol by bringing him lunch. You tell yourself that what you saw yesterday was just a misunderstanding. At the same time, you thought it would be a great time to bring him lunch, NOT because he said he would be meeting this N at that time. Though that was also sitting in the back of your mind, nothing wrong with a little lunch pop up right?

You park your car in the garage that connects to Hybe building. Walking towards and into the elevator, you began to get feeling again. Why? It’s not like I haven’t been here before. You think to yourself. Something was different though. A faint nervous feeling. Nervous because you didn’t know what you were walking into.

Finally reaching the 16th floor of the building, you walk until you reach the section his office was in. Mingyu spots you and gives you an endearing smile. “Hey y/n. Nice to see you again.” He says standing up to give you a friendly hug. “Should I let Cheol know, h-.” You basically yell cutting him short. “No!” You shout making him jump slightly. “No,” you continue less loudly now. “I brought lunch for him and wanted to surprise him.” You say showing him the bag and the coffee. He smiles and nods understandingly. “Got it, you know where to go.” He says returning back to his work.

You began walking down the long hallway, making your way to his office. As you reach it, you notice the door is closed. You can faintly make out two voices, one being Cheol’s, the other sound like it belonged to a woman. You instantly walk in, swinging the door open widely. You see Seungcheol and this woman standing uncomfortably close to each other. He notices you and quickly back away.

“What’s this?” You ask staring at him. He looks over at the woman and then back at you. “You must be y/n.” The woman chimes excitedly. She quickly walks up to you bowing. “I’m Nayeon.” She says smiling. N. This has to be her. You look at Cheol who still hasn’t said anything. “Yes,” he finally blurts out, “this is my girlfriend, y/n.” He says still staring at you. He blinks quickly and look away. “What’s going on?” You ask him. He walks up to you and kisses you softly on the lips. You notice Nayeon shift slightly on her feet.

“We were just discussing uh-,” he starts thinking to himself, “some major marketing plans we had for our clients.” He said looking down and noticing the bag in your hand. “You brought me lunch?” He asks you. You couldn’t gather any words, your mind was running a marathon. “I’m the new VP, I’ve been here for about two and a half months now. Cheollie and I here have been working pretty closely.” She tells you happily, staring endearingly at Seungcheol.

“Cheollie?” You repeat, questioning her choice of words. “Yea,” she says all giddy, “we’re basically partners.” She says nudging him. Cheol looks at you and puts his head down. “Nayeon please excuse yourself.” He demands to her. She instantly obliges and closes the door behind herself. You look up at Seungcheol as he guides you to a couch in his office. “Cheollie?” You repeat again, staring deeply at Seungcheol. He grabs your hand reassuringly.

“It’s nothing, I promise it’s nothing.” He says staring into you. You shake your head at him. “It doesn’t seem like nothing Cheol, she seems awfully close to you.” You say, your cheeks turning red. Is this why he’s been lying to you? “I saw the messages Cheol.” You tell him. His eyes widen, he clears his throat trying to remain calm. He swallows thickly and looks back at you. “She’s been coming on to me.” He admits with his head down. You scrunch your face at his remark. “I’ve been avoiding and dodging her advances. I promise nothing has happened or will ever happen.” He promises squeezing your hand tightly.

You didn’t say anything, just nodded. Nothing could escape your mouth. There was a knock at the door, you both look up to see Mingyu standing there with a few papers and folders. “Sorry to interrupt you guys,” he says quietly. “Cheol I have the Chairman on line 3, he’s waiting to hear from you on the recent changes made to the company”. He says before excusing himself.

You finally speak up. “I have to go, there’s some things I have to grab before meeting my parents tonight.” He nods but grabs your wrist before you can leave. “There’s a company party being thrown later,” he says, “we’re celebrating the release of our new group, maybe you could come by after dinner?” He asks. You force out a soft smile. Maybe there really is nothing going on. Maybe he’s telling the truth. He would never lie to you, right?

You go in for a hug, which he returns. “I’ll try ok?”

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You take a deep breathe before shaking away your nerves. You were standing outside the restaurant your parents told you to come to. You always got a nervous feeling when seeing them again. They’re very judgmental and you long for their approval. You finally walk inside approaching the man at the front. “Hi! I have a reservation for Lee.” He looks up and down his list, nodding his head after finding your last name. “Yes, the rest of your party are already here, follow me.” He says walking off.

As you walk deeper into the restaurant, you see your parents sitting at a circle table towards the back. Your mother notices you and stand up to greet you. “My kitten!” She says excitedly. You smile and walk into her welcoming arms. The scent of blossoms and peaches cloud your senses. You pull away looking over at your dad. He stands up bowing to you with a gentle smile. “Long time no see,” he says dramatically. He then pulls you into a tight hug. “Your mother and I missed you.” He admits shyly. He pulls your chair out for you to sit, he takes his seat after helping your mother. You smile endearingly, shocked by your dads’ words. You fell out with your parents once you started dating Seungcheol.

Your dad just couldn’t get behind the fact that you decided to move in with him, and your mother stands behind every decision he makes. Basically disowning you once you moved away, you haven’t really spoken to them much from that point, so it’s pretty relieving to hear this. “I’ve realized over these past years that he isn’t going anywhere,” he starts,“so I’m willing to give him a chance my Bear, for you.” Your dad finishes. You instantly go in for another hug. Finally.

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Shit. Who made this drink? Seungcheol thought to himself. He was now sitting at one of the tables on the far side of the conference hall, now on his 3rd or 4th drink by now. “Enjoying the party?” Mingyu asks him walking up to take a seat beside him. Seungcheol holds his cup up with an eyebrow raised. “Who made this drink?” He asks taking another sip, his head beginning to feel fuzzy. “I don’t know, strong isn’t it?” Mingyu questions scrunching his nose up. Seungcheol nearly finishes his drink, the strong taste in the back of his throat.

“You coming back out there?” Mingyu asks standing back up. Seungcheol blinked rapidly, his drink almost catching up to him. “I gotta run to my office really quick.” He said standing up, stumbling slightly before catching himself. Mingyu pats him on the back and makes his way back to the party. Seungcheol walks out of the party towards the elevator. Fuck, this shit is strong, he thought with a shake of his head. Finally the elevator arrives and he presses the 16 for his main office level.

Making his way around the dark space, he finally reaches his office, walking in and closing the door behind him. He sits on the couch that’s awfully comfortable to him right now. He really left to get away from the loud music. The party was nice, but he needed some quiet time for the moment. He kicks his feet up to be fully laid out on the couch, with his arms tucked comfortably behind his head. Just then he heard his office door swing open and close. Fuck.

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Dinner was amazing. You and your parents touched on a lot of your problems and your dad is even willing to create a mutual relationship with Seungcheol. You pick your phone up and text Cheol telling him that you were on your way to his company’s party.

You 10:35: Heyy Cheollie, dinner went great☺️

No answer. You put your car in drive and hold your foot on the break.

You 10:37: I’m otw ok? I love you❤️

You put your phone down and began making your way to him. Now that your dad loosened his hold on him, you could get them to have a proper meeting together. You couldn’t wait to tell Cheol about it. Driving through the beautiful luminous city lights Seoul has to offer you smile to yourself, it’s so pretty at night, and you rarely go out at night so you don’t get to enjoy this view much.

You finally reach Hybe building and park your car in the adjoined parking garage. You get to the elevator and quickly press the button to the lobby. Fuck. I forgot to ask him what floor the party would be on, You thought reaching the lobby. Walking out, you see the sign with celebratory balloons hanging from it. You approach it to see that the party is on the 12th floor. You sigh and walk back towards the elevator, getting in and pressing the number 12 button.

You finally reach the 12th floor and greet the security guard you’re so used to seeing during your visits. “Nice to see you Ms. Lee.” He says letting you walk past him. You enter to see Mingyu dancing wildly in the middle of the room. You stand by the front laughing as he jumps and does some crazy moves with his arms. He finally spots you and runs towards you. “Y/n!” He says all excitedly. Your instantly pulled into a hug. You giggle at his sudden action. “Where’s Seungcheol?” You ask him after he let you go. He snaps his fingers as if trying to remember. “Ohhh yea,” he starts, “he went to his office.” He says now offering you a drink. You take it and thank him, walking back to the elevator.

When the doors opened to his floor, you couldn’t help but get this cold feeling. It was much different in here at night, an almost eerie feeling. You walk around the dark almost unfamiliar area, finally making it to the hallway that homed his office. Suddenly you hear voices, a man and a woman it sounds like. You can’t really make out their words, you’re too far. Who else would be here at this time?

As you’re close to approaching, you realize it’s coming from Cheol’s office. Finally getting a little closer, you can clearly hear it. “I promise I won’t tell her,” you hear her say, “she doesn’t have to know, this’ll just be our little secret.” She says, sounding seductive. You stand there trying to listen more. Then it’s quiet. You’re hot. You’re ears are hot. You quickly run down the rest of the hallway and burst through the door. Your chest heavy. You can’t breathe.

Walking in, you see Cheol laying back on his couch. His hair disheveled, shirt unbuttoned and pants halfway down. What the fuck. On top of him sat Nayeon, the very person he told you not to worry about. She quickly climbs off him, pulling her dress back down. Seungcheol quickly stands up, staring at you deeply, as if he’s trying to read your mind.

Your mind was racing. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. Cheol would never. Your previous thoughts flooding your head. Five years. Five years of a relationship that he just let go of. Did he not care? You thought he loved you. He said that he would never hurt you. So many promises he made to you gone in an instant. You couldn’t breathe. Your chest heaved heavily. Oncoming tears stung at your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. Not right now, you couldn’t let them see you like this. Let her see you like this.

“Y/n.” Seungcheol said softly, as if he was proceeding with caution. He grabbed your hand and you quickly snatch away. “Do not fucking touch me Cheol!” You warn him, backing away. He looked at you with regret in his eyes. He looks a mess. Shirt still opened and pants pulled back up but unbuttoned. You look past him to see Nayeon grabbing her things and quickly running out of his office. You stand there quiet, thinking of your next words.

Seungcheol walks slowly towards you with his hand out. “Please Naekkeo, here me out.” He says using your nickname. A nickname that once made you feel warm and loved. Now it just makes you feel cold and unwanted. “Don’t call me that!” You snap at him. “You don’t get to call me that.” You say, pushing your tears away. You sniff and look away. Fighting the water works that were welling up the more you looked at him.

“Why?” You ask, not fully sure you wanted to know the answer. “It didn’t mean anything, she’s a nobody.” You’ve heard that before. Everytime a guy says that a girl is just a nobody, most of the time, she’s a somebody. You look at him shaking your head. “You lied to me Seungcheol.” You look up hoping your blurred vision would go away. “I clearly see why you haven’t answered any of my texts.” You say biting your lip. He runs his fingers through his hair and moves to grab your hand again.

To no surprise, you pull away again. “Y/n I-.” He’s cut short by your outburst. “YOU LOOKED ME IN MY EYES AND LIED TO MY FUCKING FACE SEUNGCHEOL!” You yell. “Please” he says tears filling his eyes. Smack! Your hand stings as you hit him. You don’t know what came over you but you hit him. You were hurting. You felt betrayed, embarrassed, and above all broken. “I hate you,” you spat. He stood there tears now rolling down his face. You quickly turn and began walking out, not wanting to be there anymore. “Y/n” he says, grabbing you wrist. You turn to look him in his eyes. “Fuck you Seungcheol.” You snatch away and run out. Leaving him there alone.

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My Cheollie🍒 11:45 pm: Y/n please

My Cheollie🍒 11:45 pm: Let me explain

My Cheollie🍒 11:46 pm: I love you so much, I would never do anything to purposely hurt you

My Cheollie🍒 11:47 pm: Talk to me

My Cheollie🍒 11:48 pm: Believe me she doesn’t mean anything to me

My Cheollie🍒 11:48 pm: You’re the only one I want to be with

My Cheollie🍒 11:49 pm: Please come home

My Cheollie🍒 11:49 pm: I need you baby please

You lay there in the bed staring at the messages that Seungcheol sent last night. You couldn’t bring yourself to reply to any of them. You spent the night at Seokmin’s place, not wanting to go home. He has a spare bedroom so he didn’t mind you coming to stay. You knew Cheol would be returning home that night and you didn’t want to be there once he arrived. You hated the way he made you feel. You hated the way he looked at you when you walked in his office. Why did he do it? You thought to yourself while staring at your lock screen. A picture of a painting you and Cheol painted together displayed brightly.

“How you feeling?” Dokyeom asks popping his head in the room breaking you out of your trance. You look up at him, wiping the tears you didn’t even realize started falling. He comes in and takes a seat on the bed, staring into your sad eyes. “I’m so sorry best.” He says holding his arms open, welcoming you into an embrace. You quickly sit up and fall into his warm body. He holds you tight, rubbing your back.

“What now?” You ask him through loud sobs. “We started a life together,” you start. “Just us and each other’s company.” You hug Dk tighter. I’m gonna have to completely start over. What will I tell my parents? “I have to start looking for my own place.” You say pulling away from him. He smiles softly and supportingly. “You can always stay here with me until you find one.” He replies. You force a smile out and chuckle slightly. “I love you Seokmin, thanks for always being there for me.” He pulls you into another hug and kisses your forehead. “I love you too y/n.” He says pulling away and standing up. “I’ll always be here for you.”

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It’s been two weeks and you finally gather the courage to go back to Cheol’s house. You’re there to get the rest of your things and return your key. For the past few days, you’ve been visiting whenever he was at work and taking a few clothes and personals. It’s 6:30 pm and you would’ve come earlier but you were at a meeting with a landlord for a potential apartment across town. You knew he would be there but you weren’t ready to face him just yet. It’s now or never. Come on y/n we can do it. You mentally prep yourself.

You walk up to his door and unlock it with your key. It still works. Are you surprised though? Making your way inside, you notice how dark it is. An unwelcoming type of darkness. “Y/n?” You walk further in and turn the lights on in the living room seeing Seungcheol sitting in a lounge chair by the window. “I won’t be long.” You say quickly making your way upstairs. You hear him following behind you which you pay no mind to.

“Where are you going?” He asks sloppily. He’s been drinking. He stands there watching you grab several suitcases you stored in the hallway closet. You ignore him as you open them up and quickly begin packing your things away. “Y/n answer me.” You stand up instantly meeting eyes with him. “There’s nothing for me to say to you Seungcheol.” You take a deep breathe and push past him going to your vanity. You grab your jewelry, taking each out of their own spaces and tossing them in a small bag.

“You haven’t been returning any of the messages I’ve been leaving you. Y/n we didn’t speak in two weeks. Where have you been?” You feel your irritation raise and look up to glare at him. Why is he speaking as if he’s done nothing wrong? Like he didn’t fully cheat on you with his coworker. After telling you nothing was going on. “YOU CHEATED ON ME CHOI SEUNGCHEOL. NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND. YOU-” You cut yourself off feeling the frustration rise in you.

He stumbles back trying to catch himself. He grabs the side of the vanity, balancing himself. “I love you.” He says walking closer to you. It’s now that you finally get to analyze him. He’s wearing a black tank top and a pair of adidas pants. His hair has grown longer and falls messily over his face. You can smell the alcohol on his breathe. “You did this Seungcheol. Not me”.

You finally finish packing ignoring everything he’s had to say to you. Your bags are in your car and you’re gathering the remaining of your things. Walking into the bathroom to get your personal hygienic items, you can’t help but remember the last time you and Cheol showered together. You were happy, everything was ok. How could it all go so wrong in the span of a couple of months. You shake your head and wipe the single tear that fell down your face away.

You walk out to see Seungcheol now sitting on the bed holding a bottle of water in his hand. “Don’t leave me y/n.” He says sluggishly. You look away and make your way for the door, stopping briefly. You turn to take one more look at him. “I hope it was worth it”. You say staring at him. This time he doesn’t say anything. Just stares back at you. You turn back around heading towards the stairs. When you finally reach the door, you hear his voice. “Don’t walk out on us, please.” He begs from the top of the steps. You stand there. Memories you shared flooding your mind. You sigh deeply, sobs threatening to burst from your chest. You grab the doorknob and head out finally closing the door on the love of your life.

“I’m sorry.” Seungcheol says after you close the door.

What have I done?

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