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mae-gi-writes · 2 years

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If You’ll Have Me . Kevin Moon (Part 3)

You’re Kevin’s mate. But you also happen to be his best friend.

Genre: werewolf au! friends to lovers! au, fluff

PART ONE | PART TWO

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Life has been pretty good.

Different. But good.

Ever since that day, there was no mistaking that the pair of you were attached at the hip. It’s as though the magical distant barrier that set in stone between your two bodies had vanished with nothing left in its wake. Kevin takes advantage of all the times you’re alone together now, and when you are in the presence of the other wolves, always keeps you safe and protected, heard. With a graze of his hand over your hip, a soft kiss to the back of your head as he passes by, the sweetest of smiles from across the room when your eyes meet.

It’s almost a little too much. And yet, you find yourself seeking him out more and more out of your own volition.

You announce to your parents a few weeks later that you are indeed, dating your best friend. They say they’d known ever since you’d asked them to sleepover at his house, and merely laugh at your face as it turns the colour of beetroot.

Kevin, being the jokester he is, merely wriggles his brows and pulls you into a playful hug when you finally reach the safety of your bedroom.

(But not without him receiving a certain pep talk from your father first.)

"Stop laughing!" He hisses, albeit playfully, as you try hard not to cackle.

"This is so funny. I should've made a video out of it," you grin, "to show Jake."

"Did I tell you that you talk too much?"

"On multiple occasions."

One sleepover at his house turns to two, then three, until it becomes normal for you to be around even when Kevin is not there. The more time you spend with the wolves, the more you find yourself enjoying their presence, their sense of humour, the comfort and familiarity that they bring to you.

The girls take you under their wing entirely, prompting you with bits and pieces of werewolf info that you wouldn't have known otherwise, and after dinner when the world seems to slow down, you spend it out on the porch with Kevin at your side, overlooking the darkening foliage beyond.

"You're still planning to get your degree?" You ask him once out of the blue. You can't help it; the multitude of questions burning along your tongue.

"Yeah. Why?" He tilts his head over to catch your eye, his own glistening in the ebbing darkness.

"I don't know. Thought maybe you had like a wolfy job. Specifically."

"Wolfy job?" He splutters, "what does that entail exactly?"

"I don't know. You tell me! You know how in Twilight they're like a cult? I thought it was the same you know, when you told me you guys were a pack and stuff."

Kevin bursts out in laughter, causing your entire face to flush the colour of a fire engine. You swat him in annoyance but he merely grabs at your arms to pull you flush against him.

"That's adorable," he keeps on chuckling, fighting your resistance by firmly holding your wrists down in his lap. His eyes twinkle with mischief and you burst in embarrassment of a different kind, "please tell that to the rest of the boys sometime."

"You're so annoying," you grumble, though ceasing to fight in favour of nestling against his shoulder. It has become more and more comfortable to rest against Kevin these days. It’s like the kiss has finally unleashed all the pent-up emotions, now only leaving you with that great rush of affection every time you catch a glimpse of Kevin’s face.

Lazy mornings are your favourite. When you get to wake up to Kevin's lips ghosting along the back of your shoulder as he murmurs out a, "good morning."

You hum, trying and failing to ignore the sparks of heat that his kisses leave behind, "mornin'. "

It's still early. Well, your eyes are definitely glued together and sleep sounds like absolute bliss. So when you turn and are met with your best friend's -- mate's -- chest, you waste no time burrowing deeper into the curve of his body as you let out a soft sigh. He smells so, so nice and honestly, you wish you could stay in his arms forever.

That gets harder when you feel Kevin's lips traveling up your jaw, leaving a trail of pecks in his wake, "wake up, Y/N," his voice is warm, brushing against your skin and causing goosebumps.

You shiver as you mumble, "hm, don't wanna."

Fingers brushing stray hairs away from your face, you can't help but smile softly as he proceeds to pepper kisses all over your face; your forehead, both eyelids, cheeks, nose, chin. And then, with a gentle, fleeting touch, the slightest pressure of his lips on yours.

"Hmm no," you turn your head away, but alas, he follows suit, catch the corner of your mouth as he chuckles, "morning breath, Kev--"

"I don't care," he leans up on his elbow in an attempt to follow as you roll away, hands shooting out to press him back, "I care, stop following me!"

"But Y/N!" He protests, giggling as he manages to pull away the pillow you've got smushed against his face in an attempt to block him, "just a peck, I promise."

"No, no no--Kev!" You cry out when he tosses the pillow away, cages you between his arms with barely a millimetre between your lips, "I'm serious Kev, I don't want--"

"Oh shush," he mumbles against your lips and without a second's hesitation, kisses your next breath away.

That day, you got out of bed mid-afternoon, cheeks flushed and heart giddy.

It's weird, you think, to feel Kevin's presence before you've even seen him. It's something that seems to become more and more familiar as the days go by, as though there is an itch underneath your skin that you cannot get rid of unless you're within physical distance of the said wolf.

Hyunjae tells you it's normal, it's all part of the mating process and somewhere down the line, you believe that there is magic in this world.

"Does he feel me too?" You ask once while accompanying Eric and Juyeon to the fish market to pick up something that Jacob had asked for. Apparently he's making a specialty salmon dinner that, according to Eric, is "absolutely bomb."

"You have to ask him that yourself, Y/N," Juyeon says cheekily.

"Why can't you?"

Eric bursts into laughter, "oh Y/N," he tries hard to stop, but the laughter continues on as you persisting on getting an answer "let's just say that he feels much more than just your presence."

Huh? You frown, "like what?"

"That's why you gotta ask him yourself."

So you do.

On one of those nights where you are left to your own devices. You'd both stumbled into the foyer later than usual --having spent the entire day at the library due to exam season being just around the corner -- and Younghoon had fussed over providing you with hot congee, still piping hot from the stove.

The rest of the pack are already downstairs by then, as per the shouts and the screams floating up the stairs. Not that you mind when you get the kitchen all to yourself.

"Can I ask you something?" You lift the spoon to your mouth, making sure to blow softly before eating.

"Let me guess, another wolfy question?" Kevin grins.

"You're never letting this go are you?"

His grin only widens, "as long as we're together, no." He then proceeds to nudge your shoulder with his, as if prompting you to spill the beans.

"Well, you know how I feel you even if you're not physically close to me?" You slurp another spoonful of congee in your mouth, and as he nods, continues, "do you feel me too? I asked the boys about it and no one wanted to answer me."

For a minute, only silence prevails. You want to steal a glance at the said young man, but you don't dare to. Instead glueing your gaze to your bowl.

Until Kevin clears his throat, "uhm, let's just say I sense a lot more than your presence."

That is exactly what Juyeon had said and you're not letting him get away with it this time, "like what?"

The way Kevin groans has you think that there's something completely wrong with the way he senses you, and that somehow makes you uncomfortable. You shift in your seat, the heat in your cheeks taking their place as you wonder what else he's been keeping from you.

"Do I..." you try to clear your throat, "do I smell bad or something?"

"Wha--No! No not at all! That's not-- That's not it," Kevin quickly splutters out, throwing his hands up to emphasize his point, "it's just...I feel you. All of you."

"You're not giving much to work on here Kev."

"Like, I mean, I feel your emotions, I feel the way you smell, the way you move, when you're angry or nervous. I feel all that," he takes a pause, "I feel it...when you're--uh..."

"What?"

He turns away from you and somehow, he's blushing even more than you are. Your curiosity perks up.

"What, Kev?"

"I smell you."

"Yeah well you're a wolf. I hope you smell me."

"Not--Not like that, Y/N. LIke when you're..." his hand goes up to scratch the back of his neck, the other grabs his spoon as he focuses on eating the rest of his porridge. And through it all comes his mumble, "when you're ovulating."

Your jaw almost drops open, "are you serious?" Your hand instinctively goes to your tummy, "I--oh god. That must be terrible--"

"Actually," Kevin cuts your sentence off, eyes catching yours despite the embarrassment permanently etched onto his face, "I don't smell the blood. I smell--You smell...different. Like... like good different."

You're not quite sure you understand and it takes a whole minute for you to process his words.

Until you do.

Oh.

"Y--You mean, like...in a ...desirable way? Like... like mating season?" the words tumble out of your mouth in a mere whisper but Kevin nods,

Oh. Shit.

Maybe it hadn't been the wisest question to ask at the beginning of such a relationship. It's still a long way to go before you even think of giving your flower away to this man. Despite him having been your best friend for as long as you could remember, you are currently still trying to wrap your head around the fact that this is your boyfriend, your mate. Your significant other.

It makes you giddy. It makes you scared.

You're thankful when exams season does roll around. That gives you an excuse not to drop by the boys' house anymore and if Kevin had noticed anything off about you, he hadn't asked. So you plunge headfirst into studying, favouring sleepless nights at the library and texting Kevin that sorry, you won't make it to dinner because there's still so much to learn and that he should eat without you.

That works for about two days.

On the third, he magically appears right outside your last lecture with a look that tells you that no matter what argument you're considering, he's not letting you get away with it.

He waits until you're in the library and away from most of the noisy, boisterous students from the Business Department, waits until you plonk down your things on the table before shoving the warm tupperware in your arms.

"Eat," he says simply, dragging another chair to sit opposite you.

"D'you wanna share--"

"Nah, just eat."

"Classes ended early for you?" you ask while opening the tupperware and you swear you might have drooled right then and there. Jacob's food is always exquisite and no surprise there, considering that his day job is being the head chef of the kitchen.

Tonight he's prepared some warm chop suey and a chicken grilled to perfection. Topping that off with some japanese rice that literally melts in your mouth.

"Can I like...steal Jacob?" you groan in delight as the food hits your tastebuds, "this is so good."

Kevin doesn't laugh though, only looks at you from across the table with his arms crossed over his chest and an indescribable look on his face.

You know Kevin. But this is a face you've never seen before.

It makes your heart jump nervously.

"Kev," you swallow your mouthful, "what's up? You've been spacing out."

"Did I scare you?" he blurts out.

You blink, "scare me?"

"Don't play dumb Y/N, I know when you're avoiding me," he narrows his eyes at you from across the table, "I can feel you, remember?"

A sigh escapes your lips then, causing you to place your spoon back in your dish, "it scared me, the whole "I feel you" thing. I've only been coming to terms with us being...official. I--It's hard for me to wrap my head around it. It's...It's going a little fast, Kev."

"I didn't ask you for anything, Y/N," his eyes burn with untold emotion and for some reason it makes your chest tighten uncomfortable, "I didn't ask for you to give me anything. I don't want anything from you, I hope you know that."

Swallowing hard as the tears slowly ebb through the corner of your eyes, your gaze falls to the table as you try your best not to let his words hurt you. Because Kevin is right. He hadn't done anything to scare you off, had respected your boundaries and had treated you like a queen all this time.

And after all this time, you still doubt him.

"Look. I'm trying my best to make you happy," bringing his hands to his cheeks, he rubs his face with a tiredness that makes your heart clench, "but if you don't want me to, I won't."

And before you can say anything in return, before you can tell him that he's got it all wrong, Kevin slides out of the chair, turns his back on you, and walks out of the library door.

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"I fucked up."

"From the crying that Kev's been doing the past few days, yes I'd say you fucked up pretty bad."

You shoot up from Soa's bed in alarm, "he's been crying?!"

"Uhm yes. I know I wasn't supposed to snitch," Soa bites down onto her lower lip as you quickly scramble around to look at her with wide eyes, practically horrified by her statement, "but yeah. He's been having it pretty rough. You guys are close. He feels a lot. Maybe too much."

"Shit," tears well up in your eyes as if on impulse, "shit. How did I not feel it? I'm--"

And you burst into full-fledged tears, with Soa bringing you into her arms with a 'there, there' that does nothing to help the sudden guilt washing over you.

It's been a few days after Kevin's sudden interlude into the library and though you've been practically drowning in remorse, you know your best friend -- your mate -- well enough that he'll probably wish to be alone until he manages to digest his sadness by himself. That's the way he works anyway.

So any temptation of you visiting him was thrown out of the window when you reel yourself back in. How selfish, you think to yourself in growing frustration, here he is, laying down his heart for you to do as you please, and you can barely keep up with treating him as he should be?

No. Instead, you decided to trample all over his patience and removed yourself from the situation entirely as though Kevin had been on prowl for your body when he's been anything but that.

You're not sure yourself how many times you've mumbled those words to your reflection, in hopes that somehow it would reach the said man in question.

I'm so sorry.

You wait almost a week, make sure that you've given him enough time to digest his emotions, before you go up to his house to find him.

But you're welcomed by Sunwoo and Changmin, busy playing video gamea while the rest of the pack is out doing their rounds.

"You can stay though Y/N," Sunwoo beckons you to the living room where a stack of snacks currently overflow the coffee table.

"Yeah, you're practically family now anyway," Changmin adds with a warm grin. That makes you feel slightly better, despite not having really spoken to them before this direct encounter.

"Thanks," you try not to let the emotion get to your voice as you settle next to Changmin, stuffing your face with the chips he offers you.

Thirty minutes later finds you practically engaged in the said game, shouting and jeering along with the two boys, laughing manically at the way Sunwoo fucks over and comes in last in the Mario Kart race. They let you play along with them and soon enough, you manage to forget all your worries in that particular moment.

Reality splashes in your face like icy water the moment you hear Kevin's alto at the door.

"Y/N?"

"Oh!" You jump in your seat, turning over your shoulder and taking notice of the grocery bags in Kevin's hold, Juyeon and Hyunjae in tow. They look like they came right out of grocery shopping and as the two younger boys jump up to help, you hang awkwardly by the doorway, not knowing whether you're allowed to help out in the kitchen, whether they'll even let you.

You don't miss the pointed look that Hyunjae sends your supposed mate, so after a few minutes of strained awkward small talk, Kevin bustles out and motions for you to follow him to his room.

You do so without so much as a protest.

Kevin makes sure to close the door firmly behind you, and you don't fail to notice the tension in his shoulders, the stony set of his lips. The way he avoids your eyes like you have the plague.

"What's up?" he settles against the door, still standing.

You don't know what to do. So you just stand in the middle of his room, arms hanging awkwardly at your side.

You bring them into a fold against your chest, as if making yourself smaller would help matters.

"I want to talk," you manage to murmur.

"Okay."

He just watches you, a silent signal for you to go on.

The look in his eyes, the stormy calm, it makes you uneasy.

But you know you'll have to push through. Because at the end of the day, it's Kevin that you want. And that will never change, no matter what.

So after a harsh swallow and a deep breath, you look up at his face.

"I was unfair to you. And for that, I'm sorry. It's true that I'm scared about us, and when I said that it was moving too fast, I realized that these were my own feelings. I'm scared...of moving too fast," you pause, "off loving you, so quickly."

He doesn't say anything. You blunder on blindly.

"I'm scared...of loving you. It hasn't even been a month and I'm a mess. You--you make me crazy, Kev. There's no other explanation. I'm scared I'm not enough for you. You're perfect. You give me everything and I give you absolutely nothing," tears well up in your eyes and you're quick to rub them away fiercely, hating how emotional you're getting. You continue in staggered breaths, "a-and the thing I'm most scared of is that I love you. Too much. So much. Too quickly--"

You can't help it. You break down into pieces as you feel yourself tear apart, overridden with emotion you cannot quite place. It almost seems like your entire body convulses as you crumble to your knees.

It's not fair on Kevin. You know it's not.

Especially when you feel his arms come around you in the most gentle of embraces. You hiccup, nose meeting his shoulder blade as he lets you cry into his chest.

Guilt tastes bitter on your tongue and you can't help but grab onto your best friend in an attempt to bring back some of your self control. But that all goes to the wind the moment Kevin opens his mouth to say:

"It's okay, Y/N."

You're not sure how long it takes for you to calm down until only hiccups are left. But Kevin's shirt is practically soaked through, your fingers bunched up his clothing like a child desperate for him not to let go. Shame colours your face red and you bury your nose into his chest.

"Hey," Kevin nudges you, tries pulling away. You hold on, "Y/N. Look at me, please? I just want to talk."

So you do. After a few minutes of tense hesitation, you look up into Kevin's brown orbs in fear of what you might find there.

But what makes you gasp is that his eyes are glistening with unshed tears.

He laughs softly at your horrified expression, "stop looking at me like that."

"Wh--Why are you crying?"

Lower lip trembling, Kevin releases a shaky breath and averts his eyes. His hand unconsciously finds yours in a gesture of affection, "I don't know. I guess...hearing you say that... makes me happy."

He's trying so hard not to look you in the eye but the emotion you see etched on his face is so obvious that no one could've missed it.

"I'm sorry," you murmur with another choked back sob, "I never wanted you to feel inadequate. It wasn't my intention. I didn't want to hurt you--"

"It's okay," Kevin's hand reaches up to cradle your face then, eyes slowly falling to yours and locking. And you swear you find all the answers to the questions hidden in the depths of your heart, "and you did nothing wrong, Y/N. I overreacted. I shouldn't have told you all that when I wasn't in my right mind. I guess that I--well, I didn't want to lose you."

You laugh amidst the fresh tears pooling out of your eyes, "you won't lose me, Kev. Never--"

He pulls you into him, cutting off your flow of words with one hand cradling the back of your neck and the other pressing into the side of your waist. Before you know it, you're kissing each other as though this is the last time you might get a chance to do so.

He kisses you with pent-up, fiery passion that makes your lungs ache, mouth pressing onto yours with a fervour that can only leave you gasping for more even when he parts for breath. Your hands go up to tangle into his hair, tugging down to kiss, and kiss, and kiss, until your lips turn numb and your tongues intertwine in such intimate manners you would've made anyone else blush.

At some point, you feel yourself tilting backwards to press against the floor. Kevin leans forward, mouth nibbling onto your bottom lip and causing a whimper to escape your throat. He growls low in response, hands warm as they slip underneath your shirt and mouth slipping to your jaw to leave a trail of fiery, chaste kisses along the skin there.

Your head tilts backwards on accord with a sigh of bliss and Kevin't can't help but smirk against your skin, "like that?" He hums, nipping at your neck.

"Shut up," squirming and pulling him even closer to your neck, your hands take a life of their own; slipping under your mate's shirt to trace over his spine. He shudders, hissing at the delicious contact before suckling along your collarbone and relishing in the soft moan rolling off your tongue.

"So pretty," his murmur is warm, nose nuzzling your jaw in affection. You're not done yet though, yanking him up by his shirt to crash your lips against his once more and making him groan.

You're all warm and soft and alive, vibrating with so much heat beneath him. He kisses you once more, tongue slipping past your lips with another moan of his and hips rolling into yours. You gasp out his name and he swears he's never felt so close to paradise. If only he can just tear everything away and just take you--

Stop.

He wrenches himself away, breathless and averting his gaze to the floor. Inside him, his wolf is quaking, forcing its way out to the surface and Kevin has to clutch his chest, hands finding purchase onto the floor in an attempt to restrain the heat curling in his belly.

Shit. Shit. Shit. No. Breathe. Control. Control, Kevin.

"Kev?"

He hears your voice like a dim echo at the back of hjs mind. Closing his eyes to concentrate, he hears it again.

"Kevin? You okay?"

Finally. Finally, he opens his eyes to the floor. Swallows hard.

The desire. The lust...is gone for now.

"Y-Yeah," he takes a shaky breath, brushes his hair back with his hand only to notice he is sweating bullets. Slowly, his gaze makes its way back to yours, "sorry... I'm okay."

He sees the questions in your eyes, but you decide to drop the situation and for that, he's grateful. Instead, your hand rests upon his elbow in a gesture of comfort, one that he seeks by allowing his head to lean on your shoulder with a heavy sigh.

"What was that about?" You ask as your hand goes to smooth over his locks.

Kevin hesitates, before murmuring out, "it's hard to--to control him...sometimes."

Your hand pauses. "You mean...your wolf?"

Kevin nods. Somewhere deep inside him, his wolf purrs at the attention. Shut up, boy.

To his surprise though, you let out a small laugh, "what a wild boy."

That's because I am! His wolf yips as Kevin rolls his eyes, "don't encourage him. He loves when you give him attention."

"Does he now?" You start ruffling his hair like you would a dog and it takes every single nerve in him not to croon at your feet, "what a good boy."

"Shut--Shut up Y/N," Kevin mutters, though he leans deeper into your touch with flaming red cheeks.

You think you can live this way. Everything feels so right, even as Kevin straightens to wrap you in his arms instead. It's like the missing hole in your heart finally makes sense, to be filled with nothing else but Kevin's love.

You can go on forever listening to Kevin's heartbeat.

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A/N: alrighttt so i originally planned that there would be only 3 parts but i wrote so much that I'll need a 4th part to wrap it up hehe. So yes! Part 4 is gonna come soon! Xx

Thank you all for your support

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juyeoniemyhoney · 3 years

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With You

One thing Jacob does not understand is how you have known him for all of three months, but can read him better than people he's known for years.

-pairing: jacob bae x reader

-genre: fluff, songwriter! jacob, jacob playing volleyball because i think it's the most attractive thing ever

-warnings: none really, jacob has problems with leaning on people when he's down, i also don't know a single thing about songwriting so please don't slander me

-word count: 3937 words

-A/N: a little late for jacob's birthday but it's extra long so hope that makes up for it! hope you enjoy this fanfic! and happy belated birthday to jacob bae! don't forget to check out jacob's mixtape, 'kindle'!

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When one does not get accepted into their university, a normal person would usually start crying, telling themselves over and over again that they are a failure, and probably try their best to appeal to every university they can just so they don't feel like they failed at the one thing they had to do. However, when your university of choice and all of your other back-up applications had failed, there was only one thing on your mind: gap year. You would be lying if you didn't feel sad or defeated or like a failure but it was not like you could go up to the director of Stanford University and beg him to take your poor, wandering soul into his university. The fact that you hadn't cried had surprised most of your friends and your whole family but the only reason why you didn't cry or scream was because the moment you were rejected, you had started planning your trip to Korea.

The decision couldn't have been easier. With all of the money you had saved in the past few years of your life and little bit of help from your reluctant parents, you had planned a year-long, solo trip to South Korea, Seoul. You had left within a week, with three large luggages of clothes and shoes and the largest smile on your face.

In all honesty, you thought that this trip was going to go a lot differently than it has the past three months. You thought that you'd be relaxing and learning Korean and living like a local by yourself. The only real friends you had thought you were going to make were the people from your Korean class. But right now, as you desperately try to drown out the incessant knocking of your door with the hard press of your pillow to your ears, you wished that you had only made friends with your unmeddling, soft-spoken friends from Korean class.

"Y/N!" the voice shouts, somehow beginning to knock louder. You do not deserve this. It is two in the morning. He cannot be actually here right now.

The knocking and shouting continues and you think about the complaints from the neighbours your landlord is going to hear. And it is not like this is the first time this has happened either. In the three months that you have known Jacob and his friends, he has done this thrice already, earning a complain from the neighbours each time. If you get one more complain, you swear your landlord is going to kick you out.

And with that thought, you let out a strangled scream into your pillow. You rip the covers from your body and stomp angrily to the door, not even bothering to put on your bedroom slippers and just allowing the stone cold floor to prickle at your feet. You roughly unlock the door and fling it open and don't even think twice to see if it is Jacob or not. You just grab him by his shirt and drag him into your house, slamming the door behind him.

"Jacob," you grunt more than say, eyes still half closed as you flip the light switch, turning on the bright overhead lights of your apartment, blinding yourself in the process. And true enough, when you can see again, Jacob is smiling down at you, grin somehow even more blinding than your stupid light.

"Play with me," he says, hands fiddling with his volleyball. At the thought of expelling more energy than you already have, you cannot bear to stand, groaning at his suggestion and collapsing onto your couch with a grunt, eyes closing as you pray that Jacob would just disappear at the sight of your unwillingness.

But Jacob, though he is kind and sweet, is a stubborn piece of shit.

"Come on," he urges you. He places the ball between his thighs so that his hands are free, proceeding to take your wrists in both his hands as he tries to lift up your limp body. "Just a little while, please," he continues to plead. You resist, relaxing your muscles so that it is harder for him to lift you up. You snicker in your head, thinking that your trick will make it impossible for Jacob to even move you. But you underestimate his strength for before you know it, with a hard tug from Jacob, you are lifted from the comfortable couch and onto your feet, falling forward and into Jacob.

A strangled squeal leaves your lips as you desperately claw at anything near you in case you fall but Jacob catches you by your waist with a hearty laugh.

"Jacob!" you scold with a slap to his shoulder, "that scared me!"

His laugh only gets louder as he turns you around by your waist, your back facing him, as he pushes you forward gently, walking you in the way of your bathroom, saying, "You're already up so let's go play!"

Begrudgingly, you allow Jacob to direct you, knowing that you will have to surrender to his desires, or suffer forever. So, he pushes you into your bathroom, switching on the lights as you start to brush your teeth and wash your face. Sometimes you wonder what goes through Jacob's mind because instead of going back outside and sitting on the couch or on the many other chairs in your house like a normal person, he chooses to close the lid of your toilet bowl and wait for you in the bathroom instead. Bear in mind that your bathroom is not particularly big and Jacob is not particularly small so when you take a step back, Jacob's legs hit the the back of your knees, nearly causing you to fall backwards.

"Jacob," you say once you rid your mouth of the mint dentifrice. He hums. "Why can't you wait outside?"

"I'm already sitting here."

"Okay then, help me grab a coat, please. It's cold outside, right?"

"Which one?"

"Any one," you reply. And with that, Jacob silently leaves you alone in your bathroom to help you get your coat like the kind-hearted, obedient person he is. At first, his unadulterated kindness had shocked you. You never knew someone so outwardly and innocently kind could ever exist. But soon enough, you came to realise, that's just how Jacob is and has always been.

You met Jacob on the very first day you came to Korea. Thirty minutes after you touched down, in fact. He had offered you help at the baggage claim, asking you if you needed help lifting your three large and not to mention, heavy suitcases onto your trolley. Despite your initial suspicion about whether he was going to run off with your luggage or if he was going to knock you out and drag you to some cult, you had agreed to his offer. And thank the Lord, all he did was help you with your suitcases and run off to rejoin his large group of friends.

You'd met him again at the Han River a few days later. He was playing basketball with the same group of friends and you were taking a late night stroll. When you had recognised him, you went up to thank him again for the help that he rendered you and somehow, at the end of the night, or because it was nearing four in the morning, you had ended up adding your number into his phone and found yourself becoming good friends with Jacob.

Though you found your friendship with Jacob quite uncanny at first, you suppose it was good that you became friends with him. If not, you think you would have gone crazy two months in. You found him to be your only confidant and he was really the only person you could trust in the whole of Korea. And you suppose you're really thankful that you have him. After all, he's always been so sweet to you, always helping when he can and apologising with surprise gifts and meals when he can't. He was your main source of happiness in the past three months and you wouldn't trade the world for him.

So, who were you to deny him of a few minutes, maybe an hour of volleyball when you are the only one he knows who can play properly?

With the thought of all the times Jacob has helped you through your hard times, you rid your mind of all the frustrated, lethargic thoughts that curse Jacob for always asking you to play late in the night, and wash the exhaustion from your face as Jacob reemerges from your bedroom with a coat in his hands.

The walk to the Han River is mostly silent. It is not too far from your house, about a five minute walk to the basketball court the two of you usually play at. It did not use to be a comfortable silence, it used to be awkward, like the two of you were desperate to make small talk. But now, you allow the silence to engulf you because you are knowledgable and sharp enough to have realised that if Jacob wants to play volleyball, he is having a hard time with his job.

It was a month into your friendship that you had found out Jacob is a songwriter. You suppose you shouldn't have been surprised, but you were. You had always just assumed that Jacob was a sportsperson, that his profession had something to do with sports. He is so good at volleyball and sometimes, when you were waiting for Jacob to finish his basketball game with his friends, you would watch him play and he is good at basketball too. So when he had told you that he has been writing songs for almost five years, you were amazed. Not only is he good at sports but he is also talented artistically, and talented at one of the hardest arts at that. Though it is common, music is one of the most confusing things you have ever come across and to have learned it at the level that Jacob has; you were beyond impressed.

But you suppose that though he is talented, all jobs, no matter how much you love it, comes with its down sides. He's never really told you what he's gone through when he asks you to play, and you don't want to pry though you are curious. So, you render the help you can, by letting him beat the hell out of the volleyball as you try your best to receive and hit it back to him. I mean, you've only known him three months after all, not enough time to have known you to tell you his life problems.

When the two of you reach the basketball court, it is empty and a little dark, as it usually is. And then, like it is routine, once your eyes meet Jacob's, he throws the ball to you and you start to play in silence. It is a cycle. You bump the ball back to him. Then, he tosses it back to you. And you hit it back to him. And it continues like this in silence.

At first, it is shaky. The ball drops a few times because the two of you have not warmed up yet. But once you get the flow, it gets smoother, easier to hit back, and you relax and enjoy the feeling of being able to play volleyball, to at least have control over this because you don't have much control over everything else in your life.

After a while, Jacob begins to hit harder, begins to test your skills and your reaction time. You can take it. You didn't endure four years of volleyball for nothing. But you (and apparently Jacob) forgets that when he lived in Canada, he played two years more than you and he was also the MVP one of the years, and he begins to hit the ball at you at an insane speed. You try to receive it of course, but one particular spike has you falling backwards onto your back with a grunt.

When Jacob realises what he's done, he is beside you in an instant, apologies spilling from his lips faster than he can compute.

"Y/N! I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" he fusses over you, hands fumbling all over, not knowing how to help you or where would be okay to touch you. His eyes are wide and panicked, and his reaction makes you burst out laughing. Your head hurts a little and your ass hurts like a bitch but Jacob fussing over you like you just broke your spine is quite frankly hilarious and you can't help but laugh at him.

"W-what? Don't laugh!" he scolds you, finally calming down enough to slide his arms under your legs and your shoulders. He lifts you up with ease and tries you carry you over to a nearby bench or something but they're all occupied by other people. So, Jacob kind of just ends up standing at the edge of the court with you in his arms, not knowing what to do.

"Jacob just put me down," you say with a laugh. Your heart squeezes with a foreign fondness when Jacob refuses, and only clutches you closer to his chest.

"Let's go back to yours," he finally decides, walking over to his abandoned volleyball and crouching down low enough for you to reach down and grab it. You do not deny his suggestion because, as selfish as it sounds, you're tired as hell and just want to shower and sleep for the next twenty-four hours. And you want Jacob to rest too anyway.

"Jacob," you say as he carries you back home. You wonder how his arms aren't tired. "Come on, Jacob, piggyback me instead. Aren't your hands tired?"

And so, Jacob ends up piggybacking you home.

Like the walk to the Han River, the walk back home is silent too. You know that Jacob is beating himself up for hurting you and venting his anger out on you. He is just that type of person. He is sweet and caring and gentle, and always prioritises others instead of himself. In a way, it is selfish of him. Because he never allows anyone, or well, you, to care for him. It is always him helping you, always him taking care of you as if you're some kind of baby who needs him to care for you twenty-four seven. And maybe you do need a certain amount of care, but doesn't Jacob need care too?

But Jacob has always limited himself when it comes to you. You've seen him with his friends before. He's more outgoing and far more comfortable with them. But with you, he keeps behind a line he has drawn, keeps you at a distance when you try to get to know him better. Any time you try to get to know more about him or try to share more about your personal life, Jacob easily and almost immediately diverts the conversation to something else entirely, almost like he is afraid of knowing you, and of you knowing him. You've been trying to break past these boundaries Jacob has set up for a while now. And you've found out enough to know that he won't do it himself, not without a heck load of coaxing from you at least.

"Are you okay?" you finally decide to ask. The question is simple and not in the least bit prying. But you supposed Jacob knows you as well as you know him. And you know he understands the deep undertones of your question when he tenses beneath you.

To your surprise, Jacob answers the question, albeit a bit begrudgingly.

"My songs were rejected again. It took them a few seconds to tell me that they were all bad. And maybe they were, but I worked so hard on them that when they told me to rewrite them and make new songs, my heart broke a little. And if the artist didn't like them, I could just release the song under my name. I would be happy to. But my company has different plans. So, now I have to rewrite or come up with three more songs. Like it's as easy as changing a pair of socks," he blurts out angrily and you can feel the grip he has on your legs tighten in frustration.

"And it's not like this is the first time either. So I don't know why I'm still so affected by it. But I do know! And it's because I worked so hard! And I just want them to see it! It's so frustrating that sometimes I wonder why I decided to write stupid songs. If I had just decided to play volleyball professionally, I'm sure I'd be much happier. But here I am, suffering. Sometimes, I wonder if I should just quit, honestly," Jacob continues to rant. And your heart absolutely breaks. Has he been holding this in for the five years that he has been writing songs? Has he at least told his friends? Has he been feeling this way for a long time? Question after question bombards your thoughts, but the one thing you really want to do right now is run over to his company and turn it upside down for making your sweet, caring, gentle Jacob angry.

"Jacob," you say, tapping Jacob on his shoulder. "Jacob, put me down, right now," you demand in your most commanding voice possible.

"Why?" he asks but listens anyway, lowering himself until your feet reach the ground. And it absolutely hurts to stand up. Your tailbone is definitely somewhat bruised and your ankle might be in a little shock. But you don't care. When you are on the ground, you circle Jacob so that you're in front of him, before shoving the ball into his chest. Though he is confused, frowning at you like you had just started screaming for no reason, he takes the ball from your hands. Then, you quickly but gently cup Jacob's face between your hands and pull him down so that he is eye level with you.

"Jacob Bae," you say sternly. And he looks absolutely adorable, cheeks squished between your palms so much so that it makes his lips pucker ever so slightly. You would have taken this opportunity to place a little peck on his lips if this were any other situation, but Jacob is hurting and you need his stupidly bright smile back more than anything.

"What's with all this negativity? Why are you a songwriter?"

"Because I liked—"

"—Because you love to write songs, right?" you interrupt, eyes staring straight into his. You've never noticed how much of a deep brown his eyes are and somehow, the colour reminds you of a fantasy forest, they way with which they twinkle under the lamppost's illumination, like fireflies and with the deep dark oak of his irises, like tree trunks.

"Well yes," he agrees and he appears to open his mouth to say more but before he can, you cut him off.

"And it's worth it, right?" you question him again. "If you love it, it's worth it if you get rejected a million times, right?"

At this, Jacob is silent. Because is it really worth it? He doesn't know.

"You know it's worth it," you add, "because if it wasn't worth it, you would have given up years ago.".

When you say this, Jacob's face drops, his shoulders relax and his gaze drops to the ground. Somehow, you have a really bad feeling stirring your stomach; that you had said too much, that you had overstepped your boundary, pushed him too much to his breaking point and now your friendship will cease to exist. But your doubt, this overwhelming, horrible sense of doubt that seems to weigh a thousand pounds is immediately lifted from your body when Jacob starts to laugh.

Admittedly, you feel a little scared still. Because what if this is a sarcastic laugh, what if he's about to shout and scream at you for your stripping words, and now he feels bare and seen, and he doesn't like that he is?

"Can I kiss you?"

You are nodding before the words can register in your head. You gulp when Jacob drops the ball between the two of you to mirror your actions, holding your face in both his palms, thumb rubbing at your cheek, possibly contemplating if he should actually kiss you. But it doesn't matter because he does it anyway, swift and quick, like he is desperate like he really needs this right now, needs your lips on his.

When his warm lips meet yours, sweet and gentle, your insides explode like fireworks. A furious blush tints your cheeks and ears red, and you are more than positive that Jacob can feel the way with which your cheeks heat up the instant his lips meet yours. Your hands that are still cradling his cheeks move to lock behind his neck and pull him closer, and when Jacob tilts his head to deepen the kiss, you feel like you're floating.

When Jacob pulls away, he presses his forehead to yours and begins to laugh softly. And Jacob's laugh is so contagious that you can't help but grin.

"How is it that I've known you for three months and yet you can read me better than people I've known for years?" he asks. You don't really know how to answer if you're being honest. You just... do. But you suppose you don't really have to when Jacob leans down further, resting his head on your shoulder and sliding his arms around your waist so that you are hugging.

"It wasn't that hard," you say anyway, hand moving from behind his neck to pat his head. "I've always been good at reading people. What was really hard was getting you to tell me what was wrong," you tease.

Jacob laughs into your neck and a whole garden blooms in your chest and your gut, the sound and feeling as refreshing as a spring breeze.

"I know. Sorry, I'm just..." he trails off, trying to find the right word to end his sentence.

"Too used to taking care of other people and not having other people care about you in return?" you offer and Jacob laughs again, and again, your heart blooms like a flower in spring.

"How can you finish my sentences so well too?" he wonders aloud, hands tightening around your waist. You laugh at this, pulling away from the hug so that you can look at Jacob and say in a whisper, "It's because I'm your other half.".

Jacob knows you are joking, knows that you don't actually mean it. But in that moment, when his hands are around your waist and your hands play idly with the hair at the nape of his neck, as he is looking into your eyes and you are looking into his, he doesn't doubt it for a second; that you are his supposed second half, that you are his soulmate. And maybe it is too early to say that, maybe you two still have a long way to go in terms of your relationship, but one thing is certain, you had entered Jacob's life like a miracle from the heavens and like you had said, if he loves something enough, it's worth everything he has to go through. And though it is too early to say, something in Jacob, something deep down inside of him, knows that he can love you. And he's most certainly going to try.

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zzaehyunzz · 3 years

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2/3 Can’t stop thinking

Genre: angst

Word count: 1300+

Part 1/3 here!

Juyeon turned and with his eyes still closed, his large hands felt around the bed, looking for you. “Hm?” He opened an eye and glanced around the empty room. Your side of the bed was cold. “Y/N?” he called. “Y/N?”

Just then, Eric burst through the door and jumped on the bed. “Hyung! Wash up and let’s eat. I bought us breakfast!”

“What are you doing here? What time is it?” Juyeon asked, sitting up rubbing his eyes.

“9 ish,” Eric answered with a grin, as he looked down at Juyeon’s naked chest. “Oh? Juyeon-ssi…..” Eric teasingly called. Juyeon pushed his face away and got up to put on some clothes, wondering where you had gone. Did she leave without telling me?

“Did you see anyone leave on your way in?” Juyeon asked Eric as he slipped a white t-shirt on.

Eric shook his head and smiled cheekily. “SHE probably left right after,” Eric laughed. “You must have been bad at it.”

Juyeon slapped Eric on his arm and walked out, looking around for any note you might have left. He went to the coffee table, the dining table, the kitchen, the other room, the balcony and even the toilet but there was nothing. “Hyung? Hyung!” Eric yelled.

“What?” Juyeon returned. “I’m busy.”

“Come here, come here! She left you something!” Eric shouted. Juyeon’s ears perked up and he ran into the room immediately. Eric passed him a white envelope with your note. “What’s inside?” Eric probed.

Juyeon blinked. It can’t be. He teared off the top and saw a wad of cash inside. “Shit.”

He rushed to the bed and flipped the covers, trying to find his phone. No messages, no calls. He wanted to call you, but he realised he didn’t have your number. He groaned in annoyance when Eric muttered, “What’s wrong?” Juyeon angrily punched in the keypad and called his manager.

“Hello,” his manager answered immediately.

“Hyung, you came by last night, didn’t you?” Juyeon questioned, his other arm on his hip. He was furious.

“I settled her for you. Don’t worry. She signed the agreement and she took the money. It’s all good. You can relax now,” his manager proudly said. Juyeon closed his eyes in anger and tried to control his breathing.

“Why didn’t you ask me first, Hyung?” Juyeon burst out. “She wasn’t a one-night deal. We had a connection.”

His manager went silent on the other end. After a few seconds, his manager sighed. “Juyeon ah, every girl you meet now is a one-night deal until we tell you it’s not. Do you get it?”

“Hyung!” Juyeon yelled. “It’s my life. I have the right to decide this. You can’t tell me when girl is a one-night deal and when she’s not. I won’t-“ Juyeon stopped in his banter as Eric repeatedly tapped on his shoulder. “What?” he snapped.

Eric pointed to the bedsheets. Oh, my goodness. No. This can’t be.

There, on the white sheets, was blood. It wasn’t a lot, but it was enough to tell Juyeon many things. He gulped.

“Hyung, I’ll call you back,” Juyeon muttered as he hung up the call. He stared at the sheets, trying to take this information in. He blinked a couple of times, trying to digest the situation. He couldn’t believe what he was saying.

Eric swallowed. “Juyeon hyung, were you too rough… or was she a….” Juyeon felt like he was the biggest asshole in the universe. No wonder you were shy and no wonder you couldn’t answer him when he asked if it felt different. You didn’t have anyone else to compare it to. I took her first time and turned it into some one-night stand… What have I done? “Wow, hyung… you’re such an ass. You gave her money? And you asked Manager Hyung to pass it to her? What a jerk move.”

Juyeon glared at Eric. “I didn’t,” he ground out. What the hell is happening?

Eric huffed. “She probably thinks that you did, though. Does it look normal to you that she’s returning the money to you and not to manager hyung?” Juyeon sighed. Eric was right. Juyeon fucked up, real, real bad. “Call her and explain, yung.”

Juyeon let out a breath and sat down. His head dropped onto his hands. “I can’t…”

“Why not?”

“I don’t have her number,” Juyeon confessed. Eric sighed and sat next to Juyeon, patting his back. “Shit. How am I going to find her?”

“Maybe she’d turn up at the same place you met her?” Eric suggested. While Juyeon didn’t think you’d be there, he still tried his luck every night for a week.

But you were nowhere to be found.

More weeks passed. Months. Juyeon couldn’t find you. He only knew your first name and nothing else. It was like you never existed.

Juyeon couldn’t get you out of his head. He worked himself extra hard at practice and while performing. He had to, or else you’d pop up in his mind. You invaded his head every free time he had. He couldn’t stop thinking of you and that night. He wondered if you hated him, or if you regretted being with him.

Meanwhile, you didn’t stop thinking of him either. You couldn’t. He was everywhere. On your tv screen, on your social medias, on billboards, on posters, in shops and even in restaurants. How could you forget him?

You sighed and locked your phone the moment he appeared on your feed. “When are you going to just contact him?” your best friend, Inyeop asked. You didn’t tell him who the guy was because of the NDA but you told him about the situation. You couldn’t keep it from your best friend after all.

“I don’t want to.” You shrugged nonchalantly. “What are you ordering?” You looked at the menu pasted on a near wall. You were upset but food was still important. Especially supper with the best friend. The most important meal of all time.

“Way to change the subject, Y/N,” Inyeop rolled his eyes. “I’m gonna get the doenjang jjigae. You?”

“I’ll take the sundubu,” you answered. He called for the boss and ordered for the both of you as the bell near the restaurant’s entrance rang. Naturally, you turned to look and saw the very reason you were upset. Juyeon walked in with three other members who you made out to be Eric, Kevin and Sunwoo.

You whipped your head around and Inyeop gave you a weird look. “What?” he mouthed. You shook your head and tried to hunch, trying to make yourself as small as possible. Inyeop looked over your shoulder and saw the bunch of them laughing at the table.

Inyeop’s eyes shot to yours. “It can’t be,” he said. You locked eyes with him, and he gasped. “What crappy luck is this? What are the chances?”

You shushed him. “Can we go?” you asked.

“Our food isn’t even here yet!” he whined quietly. You reached over and slapped his hand. “Ah! Okay, okay. Fine. Let me change our orders to a takeaway. We’ll go to my place and eat.”

You nodded. “Quickly!” He ran over and after what seemed like forever, he finally came back.

“Let’s go,” he said, holding his hand out to grab yours. Just then, Juyeon turned.

“Eh?” Juyeon muttered, immediately standing up. He could only see your back view as you walked out but he pushed his chair back and he was about to chase you when Sunwoo grabbed his arm.

“Hyung, don’t even think of escaping. It’s your treat, remember,” Sunwoo reminded. Juyeon tried to pull his hand away but Sunwoo held on tight.

“Sunwoo ah, just a moment. I’ll be right back,” Juyeon promised.

“No!” Sunwoo pouted. “You’ll leave us.”

“I won’t, I promise.” Juyeon pulled away and ran after you but you left. Did I mistake someone else for her? That lady was with a man. She wouldn’t be with another man right? Not this soon..?

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a/n: The end of part 2! Did you guys guess correctly? HAHAHAHA Part 3 is on the way!

a/n update: part 3 here

#juyeon #the boyz #theboyz #deobi #fanfic #fanfiction #eric sohn #lee juyeon #juyeon x reader #juyeon angst #juyeon fanfic #juyeon the boyz

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fluffyyunho · 3 years

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I just made a Wattpad account called PerSANal so if you wanna go check that out you can ✌

I posted the first chapter of my new longer-length story called 'This Love' which is being written about Kim Sunwoo from The Boyz.

Please check it out! I have a lot of ideas for it lol.

((((:

#kpop #tbz #theboyz #fanfiction #the boyz #tbz x reader #kim sunwoo #sunwoo #the boyz sunwoo #wattpad

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noairboyz · 2 years

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Lag? Wifi ruim? Ou o peso de maiores fãs das The Bs?

Acredite se quiser, cenas como essa são mais comuns do que você imagina. Talvez você nunca tenha ouvido falar no THE BOYZ, ou só tenha ouvido falar e nunca ido atrás de uma informação mais completa sobre o grupo. Se esse é o seu caso, então precisamos te alertar: não há wifi ruim que segure a boa vontade dos meninos — e olha que é cada perrengue que eles já tiveram que passar graças ao wifi de péssima qualidade da, já falecida (e que descanse em paz 🙏), Cre.ker Entertainment. Mas, se você ainda não viu charme nenhum no THE BOYZ e pensa só em seguir em frente com a sua vida porque ninguém merece ver lives que travam tanto, aconselhamos que pare um pouquinho e dê só uma olhadinha aqui, no NoAirBoyz.

QUEM SOMOS NÓS?

Nós somos o NoAirBoyz, um grupo formado por fãs e amantes do THE BOYZ. Em sua idealização, o projeto teve como intuito a popularização dos meninos através da escrita e compartilhamento de fanfics, dentro do site Spirit Fanfics. Entretanto, com o fim da ferramenta jornais da plataforma, decidimos expandir um pouco e abrir uma conta aqui, no Tumblr, para um contato maior com nossos seguidores!

O QUE VEM POR AÍ?

Recentemente, passamos por um processo de reestruturação e ainda estamos nos estabelecendo. Porém, estamos cheias de ideias e vontade de fazer isso acontecer. Então, mais para frente, estaremos aqui para compartilhar a trajetória do THE BOYZ através dos temas sugeridos para cada ciclo de escrita. Ou seja, se você deseja conhecer um pouquinho mais do charme e da história desses meninos, este é o lugar certo!

AINDA NÃO TE CONVENCEMOS?

Poxa, se você não vem porque gostou do nosso projeto, dê ao menos uma chance ao THE BOYZ, pra que eles possam aumentar o plano de internet e abandonar a internet discada de uma vez por todas. O THE BOYZ precisa de você, nós precisamos de você, o wifi precisa de você! Então, antes de tomar qualquer decisão, pense em nós com carinho e reflita: vale a pena ajudar um pobre?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ🌳 Anny ㅤㅤㅤㅤ🌳 Julie ㅤㅤㅤㅤ🌳 Cat

#noairboyz project #fanfic #fanfiction #the boyz #theboyz #spirit fanfics

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literaxies · 3 years

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At the end, it's always you who I come back to. (1/3. ft. LEE JUYEON)

⠀ ❦ Note: Planning to write this for the bermuda line but I'm starting from the youngest of the three first.

Lee Juyeon was your home, the person you come to when you seek for comfort. You were together for more than a thousand days but every relationship should ride through a bumpy road once or twice. Including yours.

When he was caught up with work for a period of time and was introduced to this particular business woman, you found it hard to not waver and doubt him. This was the first time you ever did but it started becoming an issue when an acquaintance of yours from his office started sending you screenshots of his supposed business partner's instagram story that had a picture of the flower bouquet that was sent by him. Or at least it was written so. 4 weeks of that and you were at your limit.

His mom had answered you with "Thank you, y/n. My life would be very blessed if you marry Juyeon this year. I seriously can't wait to have you as my daughter in law," which caught you off guard. You had his number still saved on your phone and after hesitating for a good 4 hours, you decided to send him the texts you've pre-typed.

Writer: Had to grid this because tumblr only allows 10 pictures max. T^T.

#juyeon #angst #bts #fluff #romance #fanfiction #imagines #scenario #fake text #theboyz #tbz #lee juyeon #juyeon imagines #juyeon scenario #the boyz imagines #lee #the boyz scenario #the boyz fake text

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quinntamsin · 3 years

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*Sits back as she punches the Vought emblem and stares at her hands. A gleaming sickly grey mist exudes from it.* Let's talk about the Boys, the anti-hero series that takes Noir Super killing to an all new level. Just recently finishing Season 2 I can satisfyingly say that the series is just getting better by each episode. Homelander as the literaly fucking embodiment of American Imperial Essentialism, today I'm here' to talk about Kimiko Miyashiro, aka the Female.

A former victim of Shining Light Liberation Army, Kimiko and her brother were injected with Compound V to gain their powers. It should be noted that like all children these two weren't given any fucking consent in their mutation. Homelander while a terrible person is the result of sticking a kid in a petri-dish and treating it like an object. Kimiko's existence is just less obviously bloody, and she's heavily abused throughout her stay with the Army. After being released by the Boys, not only does this supe murder everyone in the room minus the Boys she quickly establishes her self as a threat to Vought in her own right.

The Boys is about how the Marvel Cinematic Universe and Justice League could easily go wrong especially under the Cultural Jingoism and Essenetialism we often see in the capepunk Genre. But the reason why Kimiko's story is so interesting is that she get's her revenge. Instead of becoming a direct love interest of Boys member Sergei (aka Frenchie), she becomes a platonic connection. Personally, I was happy this was the treatment rather than becoming a sexual interest, especially in modern times with how problematic Asian tropes need serious re-examining.

Her powers are super strenght, near indistructabiliy, and a increased speed. The scene where she just pummels the crap out of Stormfront one of the most Cathartic every. If you want to write fanfic involving her this is someone that should be explored for not only her powers but for her disabilities. Kimiko is mute and thus needs sign language to communicate. Please, if you do write her remember this as well as all the painful tropes related to her back story. This is a character who can easily subvert simple context and tear apart more problematic tropes.

Otherwise enjoy Kimiko, as she's perhaps my favorite member of the Boys.

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daelygi · 6 months

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Imagina con The Boyz - Un suave roce- Lee Juyeon (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1394506317-imagina-con-the-boyz-un-suave-roce-lee-juyeon?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Daewonnie&wp_originator=zqFj%2Bs2unwRZ4zoGtEFw1isgGUiDltuUeE0Z0DpC0H%2Fb95CsDXHmpvUC%2FyvzwfxytgB%2B61OOTEBiRt9vDBO%2BHMmutj60Sq8q25lBi4rWdnTJ5uppp%2FUVbMXBKNdzgnWg Imagines de The Boyz y tú de todo tipo~ Iré actualizando cada vez que pueda y estoy abierta a sugerencias :3 ¡Pueden ser leídos por cualquier persona, independiente de su pronombre!

#amor #eric #fanfic #hyunjae #imagina #jacob #jichangmin #juhaknyeon #juyeon #k-pop #kevin #new #sangyeon #sunwoo #theboyz #t #younghoon #fanfiction #books #wattpad #amreading

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pvrkacciosan · 3 years

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Part 16¦ Forgetful World

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¦Creatures within us masterlist

Taglist: @dreamiezpsycho @rockteezy @bangtanxberm @leicy0756 (if you wish to be added or removed just ask)

Mina walked backward, unseen by the wolves, slipping into the darkness of the alley behind her, something about this wasn't right, unease curled deep in her belly.

Watching the female werewolf sob over the man that had ran infront of Eric dagger made Mina realise everything they had been told about werewolves was wrong. They didn't attack Eric straight away, their first priority was to check their wounded pack member.

Slipping her weapons back into their holder Mina waited, watching the wolves move around, picking up the wounded she watched on as Tia helped pick up the other girl who was hysterical.

Where was the attacking? Slaughtering? The vicious fangs and claws?

Waiting in the rain and shadows of the alleyway until she was sure the wolves had left, Mina crawled out from her hiding place, pulling her mask down. She stared on at the patch of ground where the hurt Werewolf had layed suffering, because of her.

In the past she had taken pleasure in killing their kind, but something about this pack was different, There was no pleassure this time, they hadn't hurt Tia not that she could see anyway, she was physically unharmed and had even kissed one of them.

Head pounding with confusion Mina stalked out from between the two buildings, heading straight for their meeting place.

The rain hadn't let up by the time she got there, the rest of the boys all stood around, talking, Mina scanned the group for the youngest. He sat on a bin, hands clasped together with his elbows rested on his knees, deep in thought he ignored the chatter around him.

As she got closer it became clear the others were arguing. What over? Mina didn't really care, she walked passed them all, going straight for the youngest.

The arguing stopped when she passed through them, they all watched as she approached Eric who hadn't said anything since coming back.

Mina crouched down infront of him, "Eric?" he avoided her gaze, frowning she circled around still in her crouch so she was facing the others.

"Good to see you finally back" Sangyeon snipped at her, he folded his arms over his chest. Mina raised, eyes flitting to Hyunjae as he stepped closer to her, "He thinks you faked this job to just get us all here"

Mina could have laughed, "and what makes you think that, oh wise leader" she mock bowed, making Sangyeon frown down at her.

She laughed while she raised, a wave of unease rolled through the group. They had only seen her act like this once before, and the person she was talking to had ended up with out their head.

"Do you not think if I had done that I would had been smart enough to make sure you were left out" she jabbed a finger in Sangyeons direction.

The leader went to interject again, but Mina had already turned back to Eric, the younger boy was still avoiding her gaze, "You noticed it too, didn't you?" Eric cowered into his shoulder.

"Noticed what?" Juyeon asked, Mina cast him a quick look, swallowing hard when she saw how he was sitting. Fighting with her own gaze she tore it from the toned muscles that was his arms, the veins prominent under the skin, wetting her lips with a quik swipe of her tongue she turned back to Eric.

"Something isn't right" she shook her head, "What I saw of those Werewolves was nothing like we've been told"

Sangyeon scoffed.

She challenged him with a lift of her eyebrow,

"Don't you see what she is trying to do?" he exasperated throwing his hands up in her direction, Mina bit back the urge to snarl at him.

She didn't understand what had happened between them, they used to be so close before she left, maybe her leaving had impacted him more then he cared to admit.

"She is trying to get us to leave like she did"

Mina eye widened in shock once more, "Hold on, I left for a totally different reason"

"Does it matter, we spent out entire lives living up to be who we are and you dropped it like it was nothing, the rest of us cannot do that" He yelled at her, she moved forward.

"So what you're saying is you would rather kill innocent people"

The whole group went silent at her words, "There is nothing innocent about those things" Changmin spat, joinging into the delightful conversation.

"How do you know that?"Mina said

"Beacause─"

"Because that's what we were told, right?" she said cutting Kevin off

"What are you on about Mina?" Younghoon asked, looking at her with confused narrowed eyes

"If those Werewolve would have acted how we assumed they would then me and Eric would not be here right now"

Everyone looked to the youngest for confirmation, he still didn't speak, "We were outnumbered, and all while Eric was in the middle of stabbing one of their own they didn't attack us, the one he was stabbing didn't even put up a fight"

"That doesn't prove anything" Sangyeon muttered, Mina sighed pinching the bridge of her nose, maybe he was right maybe it didn't prove anything but something in her gut was telling her that what her and Eric just did now was wrong,

"I'm not doing this anymore" someone said, all eye whipped to the youngest who got up from his place in the corner

"What did you just say?" the leader asked, watching as the youngest stopped next to Mina, she looked on at him in pure shock.

"I said, I'm─not─doing─this─anymore" the younger spelled it out, he was fully with Mina about this, something about that incident wasn't right, one of them had even tried to give him a hand up when he ran into them. He didn't know if he would have been given the same respect if the werewolf had known what he had just done, but none the less.

"What the fuck is up with you, you can't be serious" Sangyeon questioned.

Mina could see the other giving each other side eyed looks behind Sangyeon, she might actually get through to them.

"We are trying to tell you, what we are doing isn't right I think there is stuff we still don't know about their kind, the wolves we have killed in the past, it's been different"

Hyunjae shared a look with Juyeon at his sisters words, without hesitation he moved to stand by her side, it didn't take much for Juyeon to follow as well.

"You've gone mad, you can't actually believe her" Sangyeon queried, with a quick look around he realised she had more standing with her then he did.

"You don't have to believe me, you just have to trust me" Mina sighed looking to the faces of those who still looked unsure, "I'm telling you we have been trained and raised being told something that isn't strictly true, this I'm sure of"

She wasn't sure what it was about those Werewolves in the alleyway, but something was definetly different.

"I don't know if it's just because I've been out for a few years" Mina started drawing all their gazes, including Sangyeon's.

"But something is brewing, I can feel it, something has changed since last time I stepped into this suit"

"Sure it isn't just your waist line"

That was the last straw, with a swift movement she dislodged her knives from her side, knocking Sangyeon onto his back with a kick of her leg, she leaned down till she was breathing against his face, knife pressed to his throat.

"Go on," he tuanted "Wouldn't be the first time you took someone's head off"

If she wanted to others to trust her, she needed to not do this, "That girl was half the person I am now, and trust me when I say it wouldn't just be your head that would come off, nor would it be the first"

She jumped up, slipping her knives away before she left. She had stepped back into the suit tonight with the intent of it being a one time thing, but if tonight had taught her anything it was that everything she knew about the creatures was wrong, and

It reminded her of how much she actually loved being in this suit.

¦Next Part

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And when a devil falls in love..

He will go to the depth of Hell for her

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If You’ll Have Me . Kevin Moon (Part 1)

You’re Kevin’s mate. But you also happen to be his best friend.

Genre: werewolf au! friends to lovers! au, fluff

word count: it’s LONG. Buckle up BUTTERCUPs heheh ~

----- PART ONE -----

You're everything he's ever wanted.

Everything and more.

Kevin has never fallen in love.

Well, he's had a few crushes here and there. But they don't count. They'd been superficial and Kevin had been nothing but a child then. And when he finally got introduced to the wolf pack and realized he had canine blood running through his veins, his interest had faded with time. He doesn't even remember what his last date had looked like, only recalls smelling the grease of fries off her fingers long after they'd left the burger joint.

And it's just so...weird. because Kevin knows you. He knows you because you spend practically all day together; same courses, same classes... if you were his mate, he should've known from the moment he laid his eyes on you, from the moment he smelled you.

The realization hits him right smack in the middle of your Marketing presentation.

"That's so unusual," one of his pack mates and best friend, Jacob Bae, says upon hearing him recount the story, "it's usually marked upon first sight."

Kevin strings his hands through his brown locks in an attempt to halt himself from ripping it all off, "this wasn't...supposed to happen. It can't. I know her. That changes everything."

"It doesn't have to."

Kevin turns to see his alpha standing by the door. While Sangyeon has never been the tallest, his presence exudes of power alone and for that they all have his respect, "she's the one your wolf chose. And that's easier because you're friends. She trusts you already."

"Easier said than done," Kevin mutters, burying his head into the crook of his arms to hide the rising tide of emotions, "you're not the one who has to break it her."

"She cares about you too, you know.”

A sob dies halfway through Kevin’s throat. He looks away and when he speaks, he can’t stop the break in his voice, “I don’t want to hurt her.”

“Listen,” Sangyeon crouches down next to his form as he lands a hand onto his shoulder, brown eyes understanding and swimming with sympathy, “it’s never easy. I know, I’ve been there. But--you also know her, that already gives you an advantage that none of us ever had.”

Kevin thinks that his alpha is mad. Out of his mind for thinking that you’d be so willing to accept the fact that you’re going to be bound to him for the rest of your life because some shitty Moon Goddess had decided it to be so. And Kevin is mad, at himself, for going along with his alpha’s plan even though he doesn’t completely believe in not giving you a choice.

But you have a choice. And he makes sure to voice that out once his secret his out in the open.

Of course, he is met by more than just surprise.

You’re shocked, practically falling onto your butt and scrambling back against your room door. The look on your face tells Kevin that he shouldn’t push it, that this was a huge mistake, but still, he crouches down so that he’s face to face with you and looks at you with pleading eyes.

“I’m...I--I don’t know what to say,” you try to un-jumble the words coming out of your mouth, “I--you--a wolf? I mean--you’re--”

“Y/N,” he searches your eyes in hopes that you don’t faint, “it’s okay--just...don’t panic.”

“Don’t panic?” You laugh, though he can smell the fear rolling off you in waves, “how the fuck do I do that? My best friend just told me that he’s a huge dog and I’m....I”m...”

Your lips struggle to pronounce the words and though he shouldn’t let that deter him, it still stings. Kevin lets out a soft sigh, trying not to sniff the air for another whiff of your scent.

(god, you smell like his favourite type of flower and he doesn’t even have one).

Shifting a little closer to you, he continues in a soft voice, “I don’t expect you to understand, or to accept me. I--” he takes a slow breath before exhaling, teeth coming down to wedge onto his bottom lip in the process, “I just want you to know. If --If you reject me --and it’s fine if you do,” he adds hurriedly as shock fills your features, “then I don’t think...I don’t think I can see you. Anymore.”

“W--Why not?”

Kevin doesn’t say anything for a minute and you keep staring at him, trying to figure out the cogs working in his brain.

When he speaks again, his voice is strained with effort, practically choking on a sob as he looks away, “I don’t think I can stand being close to you, it will...it will hurt too much, Y/N.”

His heart fills with sadness, squeezes in pain at the hurt that slaps you in the face and you can’t help but whimper.

That’s enough for Kevin. He moves before he knows it, so quickly and barely making a sound that you don’t even have time to blink before you’re wrapped up in his arms and burrowed in his chest, smelling the scent of his laundry detergent mixed in with his natural odour that had always comforted you in so many ways over the past years.

Your arms snake around his middle to hug him close and he tightens his grip in return, a sign that he understands your turmoil, that it’s okay with him, whatever you choose.

“Hey,” he murmurs into your hair, already drunk on the thought of having you-- your warmth, your body, your heat -- so close to him. Sangyeon would’ve killed him for his imprudence, but Kevin doesn’t care. Not when you’re hurting. Not when you need him.

“I don’t--” you let out a sob as your hands claw at his t-shirt, “I don’t want you to go away.”

“I won’t, I won’t,” he’s quick to reassure you.

“But you said--”

“I’ll always watch over you from afar, Y/N,” leaning back and cupping your face, Kevin ignores the sizzle of warmth that traces along his fingers and up his arm. You’re beautiful, how had he never seen it before? “even if you don’t see me--”

“But that’s not the same thing!”

“I know,” one of his hands smoothes over the back of your head, “I know. I’m sorry. For everything,” the last part he mumbles into your hair when he hugs you once more, eyes closing while he relishes in what might be his last moments with you.

For you, he’d do everything. Anything.

-----

You seek him out a few weeks later.

Weeks. Weeks had gone by after that one afternoon where you’d lost control and started pummelling Kevin with insults. After that, he’d promised not to drop by until you were ready to talk it over, and from the dazed look you’d given him, Kevin had returned home with a heavy heart and a heavier step in his wake.

It had been torture, waiting and waiting and waiting for you to come by. All his days felt meaningless, his mate senses hurting because of the lack of intimacy with its significant other, his wolf even more restless at the thought of spending time apart -- wasting time apart -- from his mate. So much so that Kevin had to take it out on small breaks and even volunteered to take on more patrol shifts just to tire his wolf out.

“You should eat,” Sangyeon’s mate, Marea, murmured while placing another spoonful of rice on his plate. She’d been with the pack for ages now and all the boys treated her like a mother despite the fact that she’s a couple of years younger. Looked it too, with her short curly ginger hair and a small child’s face and barely above five feet.

“Thanks,” Kevin muttered back absentmindedly.

From across the table, Soa -- Jacob’s mate and also a good friend of his -- whistles to get his attention before speaking, “oh stop moping Kev. The girl needs time to think. You just told her you could transform into a man-eating wolf. Of course she’ll be a bit traumatized.”

Kevin scowled at her and Jacob growled, causing him to shift his scowl to his best friend, “Chill out. I didn’t do anything.”

“Don’t throw her that look. She’s trying to help,” Jacob answered snarkily.

“It’s fine Jake,” Soa -- bless her soul -- pulled her mate back with a hand on his shoulder, “relax. It’s alright.”

Understandable, considering that they’ve barely been mated. Younger mates wolves tended to be more possessive and aggressive towards potential threats and Kevin was no exception.

Kevin wonders if this is the karma that they always talk about. After all, it's not like he's an angel. Far from it. Done pretty questionable things in his youth. But does that justify the constant ache in the middle of his chest where his heart should be?

It hurts.

It hurts so much that he spends night after night whimpering himself to sleep.

So when he finally comes face to face with you one sunny afternoon -- after absolutely no contact-- it's like ice cold water thrown in his face.

Emotion rushes through his limbs, travels up his chest and all air in his lungs stick inside the back of his throat as he forces his legs not to give out underneath him. He leans against the hallway, breathless, forcing his eyes to the carpet lest he gets heartbroken by the look on your face.

"Hey," the sound of your voice makes Kevin want to purr. It's beautiful, a melody that causes shivers to rack up and down his spine.

He swallows. Hard. Then greets you back softly.

You smell fucking amazing. And it's taking everything in his power not to pounce and mark your scent with his own.

In his peripheral, Kevin takes note of Sangyeon's figure and he's glad that his alpha is looking after him. God knows what he can do in that delirious state.

He manages to get the slightest hold onto his sanity, Kevin manages to grovel out, "what are you doing here?"

You hesitate, bristling.

"I wanted to know how you were doing."

" 'm fine."

"I brought you your favourite," that's when he takes note of the packet in your hands. Caramel-flavored chips. His favourite indeed.

Or had been. Until you.

"Can I..." his orbs slowly lift, heart pounding at the sight of your face. Those eyes, those lips... his fist curls into a ball, pressing against the wall, "can I come in?"

"I don't...I don’t think that's a good idea."

"W-Why not?"

Because I might do something unspeakable if you step through that door.

"Because I... because I can't--" Kevin shakes his head, the words knotting up inside his throat before his teeth finds purchase onto his lower lip. Turning his face away as if that will make things easier, he chokes out, "I can't be close to you."

And then he waits.

He waits for you to turn around, walk away.

Because that's what he would want. That is what you would want, at the end of the day.

He's a monster. And you, you need to live--

"I accept it."

Kevin freezes in mid-thought. What?

You must have made a mistake.

A big, terrible mistake.

Surely you haven't thought this over as you should. Do you realize the amount of setbacks that you'll have just because of him?

He smells you, feels you, before he feels your soft hands touch his arm. Kevin turns as if on autopilot, and with a shaky exhale, focuses his red-rimmed eyes on your brown ones simmering with a warmth that makes his heart melt and knocks the air out of his chest at the same time.

"I want to be with you, I--" your lip can't help but tremble and he reaches out, thumb stopping the action absentmindedly and trying to ignore the sparks shooting through him, "I want you, whatever way you'll have me so just-- please don't push me away, please--"

Kevin's arms shoot out to crush you to his chest, halting the rest of your sentence as he hugs you close and holy shit, it's better than he's ever imagined it. His body practically burns, overwhelmed by the memories of you two flashing through his mind like a movie on replay.

He's so grateful. So fucking grateful that he'll have you, and that you'll accept him.

However you want him. He'll be yours.

-----

"How does it feel?"

After you and Kevin had decided to try this whole mate thing out -- not before he practically begged you to just act like you would normally because he doesn't want you to force yourself in any way -- it had taken some time for you to get back to how things were before. You learnt that the rest of the boys were just as wolf-y as Kevin was and that the girls were chosen mates, just like you.

And it's overwhelming. You're drowning in complete confusion about the world that had just opened before your eyes.

Maera and Soa reassure you that it is always the case.

"Well it was a little different for me," Maera admits with a small blush as she busies herself with packing the utensils away in the kitchen cupboard, "I liked Sangyeon before he got marked with me."

"Did that influence his marking?" You ask.

"Not necessarily. The marking is weird. You never know who you'll fall head over heels for," Soa's nose wrinkles, "Jacob didn't even know me, nor did I. We just happened to click at a party and he invited me out on a date. It was after we started going out that he told me he was a wolf. And that he chose me as his mate."

"Didn't that upset you?"

"Hm, yes. A little. It stung, knowing that he didn't choose me because he genuinely liked me," Soa shrugs, "but it's not like I can control it. If you like that person, then the marking will definitely work well."

"And if you don't?"

You don't miss the way the two girls exchange glances.

"That doesn't normally happen," Marea says finally, adding a little laugh as though that will help.

But it doesn't. It only adds to your growing confusion.

So you decide to take the matter into your own hands and proceed to corner the said wolf in question one quiet evening when everyone else has retreated to their rooms. Lights have gone out, with only the kitchen light flickering over the room as you help Kevin wash up and put all the clean dishes away.

“Can I ask you something?” you finally ask without looking at him.

“Sure,” he laughs a little as he grabs one plate from you and tucks it on the shelf.

“Do all mates fall in love with each other?”

The question feels like a slap in the face.

He freezes up, muscles tensing and jaw clenching. Your brain backpedals fast -- had you said something you shouldn't?

And then, Kevin lets out a deep sigh and it feels like all the fight suddenly seeps out of him, "I don't know."

You wait patiently, not realizing that your hands are clenching around one of the plates. Turning to set it down onto the pile of others, you wait patiently for him to continue.

"The Moon Goddess doesn't usually make mistakes. Even if you don't start out to initially like the person like that, you do eventually."

Kevin's voice is a soft murmur washing through you, but you'd be lying to say you can't hear the pain laced in his undertone and that makes your heart squeeze in your chest.

"Why'd you ask?"

"Just curious I guess."

He of all people will be able to detect that it's not just curiosity you have, but apprehension and fear, though he decides to opt for silence as you wrap up the rest of the mess and head to his room.

You've grown up with Kevin at your side, so it shouldn't be a problem to be sharing a sleeping space. However, being the gentleman that he is, Kevin has opted to sleep on the floor despite your onslaught of protests calling him out to be 'stupid' and 'it's not like we never slept in the same bed before.'

"It's not the same anymore," Kevin replies curtly before turning away from you, "not for me."

That night, you don't get a wink of sleep.

You're not going to lie and say that there is nothing when there is something. For you, at least. And definitely for your mate.

It's new, and weird, and enthralling at the same time.

Like when you're within physical distance of each other, there's a strong heat connecting your bodies that sparks through your limbs every time that you cannot explain. It's this constant urge to be next to Kevin, when you're cooking dinner, when you're taking a walk through the park near your house, when you're not doing anything special in particular.

It's like your own skin is tingling, itching for him to be near and not satisfied until you finally are.

The boys decide on having a movie night a few days after your discussion, where everything is still awkward and you’re bustling around each other like a pair of parallel lines. At this time of the evening, you’re usually already cooped up in bed, still trying to digest all the information that had been thrown in your face a few weeks ago, when the girls decide to drag you into their mess, insisting that it’ll be fun to spend some quality time with the family.

"Come on, don’t be such a party pooper!" Soa tugs at your arm like an insistent puppy while dragging you down the basement stairs.

"But why twilight?" You hear Sunwoo grumble from behind you.

"I know, couldn’t it have been anything BUT twilight?" You add, shooting a glare in Soa's direction, who giggles in response, "twilight is romantic okay?! And we said no judging!"

"It’s not judging, that’s fact," Chanhee quips as they reach the basement. The rest of the wolves had already set up the huge tv screen -- courtesy of Sangyeon's parents as a parting gift -- and an array of pillows litter the ground, ready to be occupied and pounced on. Juyeon, one of the older boys and whom you’re well acquainted with -- the two of you grew up in the same neighbourhood -- brightens at the sight of the popcorn in your hands.

"Finally, we've been waiting for hours," He reaches over to snatch the bag of popcorn from your hand but you quickly retract, "nu-uh. You didn't even bother helping."

"Cute. But you don’t stand a chance," he grins cheekily and before you know it, has snatched the bag out of your hands.

"Hey-- that is not fair!" You follow him to where he has plopped down on the other side of the room, only to be stopped upon noticing Kevin's eyes. They are filled with something unexplainable, something warm and you can't help but gaze back to notice how pretty he is.

"Can we just get on with it?” Hyunjae groans, burying his face into his oversized pillow.

"Yeah, whoever chose this movie really wants them murdered or something," Sunwoo adds snarkily, smoothly dodging out of Chanhee's slap, "last I heard, Twilight is just a way of making us feel bad about ourselves. We don't even act like that half the time."

"You mean we don’t?” Hyunjae snickers, “because you definitely do--”

His words stop in mid-yelp as Sunwoo when the latter’s pillow slams right into his face, "ow-- the fuck, man?!"

"No swearing in this house," Sangyeon calls while settling himself next to Marea, “let’s keep it pg-15 please.”

"Ha, says the one who gets it every night," Eric's mumble is loud enough for the boys to cackle. Sangyeon, on the other hand, doesn't hesitate to kick him off his pillow, "just because you don't get any doesn't mean you have to be salty."

You giggle, meeting Marea’s eyes across the room. She rolls hers as if to say, bunch of losers.

But it’s only when the room goes quiet and the movie starts rolling that you feel the same familiar heat engulf your fingertips, travel up your hand to cover your entire limb. You don’t have to glance to your side to figure out the source of conflict. Without a doubt, it’s the dark-haired wolf that you’ve been trying to avoid these past few days and, biting your lip out of nervousness, you quickly spare him a glance.

Only to see that he’s been gazing at you all along. Your eyes flit away, heat exploding through the back of your neck.

Damnit.

Why is he looking at you like that? And why does it feel so...so right? So caught up in your triad of thoughts, you jump in surprise when the softest fingers brush over yours.

Beside you, Kevin chuckles. It’s a warm laugh, one that sends delicious heat through your cheeks as you keep your gaze on the tv screen before you.

Your fingers are tingling where he’s touched them, but you don’t pull away. Instead allowing yourself to bask in the sensation of having Kevin’s touch on your naked skin as his fingers tentatively twine through yours.

It's just a hand to hand contact and yet, it makes your heart squeeze, knocks the breath out of you. You try not to gasp aloud, eyes glazed and unfocused on the tv screen.

Still, you stay. Even when his hand engulfs yours completely. Even when electricity sizzles up your spine and makes your head spin.

Even when his thumb starts caressing your outer knuckles.

You're not quite sure what's going on. Whether this is just a figment of the bond or just your feelings towards the said wolf. But what you do know is that there’s definitely some kind of attraction between you and you’d be a fool to deny yourself of that fact.

Great. What happened to your plan of not letting yourself be dictated by the bond?

-----

Funnily enough, holding hands becomes more and more natural as the weeks proceed and you find yourself getting more comfortable hanging out at the boys’ house since Christmas Break is drawing near. Kevin, on the other hand. is fluttering with butterflies at the progressed interaction. He feels as though he’s permanently floating on cloud nine and it’s safe to say that the wolf has fallen deeply and utterly in love with every single piece of you, despite his constant rebuttals that ‘you were just close friends’ and ‘he’s very comfortable with you’.

"Says the one who holds hands like 24/7 now,” Jacob teases at the breakfast table one morning, causing both Hyunjae and Eric to snort into their coffee.

"Friends do hold hands,” Kevin answers with a scowl in hopes that he doesn’t sound too defensive, but Hyunjae’s loud laughter proves otherwise, “oh Kevin, look at you, trying to justify your actions. It’s so cute.”

“I’m not-- ugh, it’s a fact!”

“Hyung, anyone can see that you’re into her,” Eric chips in with a playful smirk, “why are you denying it to yourself?”

“Exactly,” Jacob adds, “it’s normal for mates to fall in love. Look at me and Sangyeon.”

“Yeah but Y/N is different. I don’t think we can venture up that path,” Kevin mutters into his bowl of cereal, missing the pointed looks exchanged by his pack mates, “and I’m okay with that. As long as Y/N is happy.”

“No, nu-uh, don’t friend-zone yourself before you even get started!” Hyunjae grabs onto Kevin’s shoulders to give him a little shake, “that’s not how it works man! If you want more, you gotta work for it.”

“But I’m fine with how things are now.”

"Oh stop lying to yourself hyung. Anyone with eyes can see that you and Y/N have something,” Eric rolls his eyes for good measure.

‘Something’ is the right word, when Kevin can’t define it by any other term.

And it doesn’t seem like you mind so much either. Subtle finger caresses turn into full firm hand holding, which slowly ebbs into casual shoulder brushes until Kevin gains the courage to wrap his entire arm around you that one night he was showing you how to play a video game.

Oh, that had proven a challenge for him all right. You smell amazing (as always) and it had taken every single ounce of his self-restraint to stop himself sniffing your neck out like a lovesick puppy.

He’s all too engrossed trying to hold onto his sanity to realize your heart is fluttering, skipping beats even.

“Then you press down onto the x button,” Kevin continues as if he’s not imagining himself cuddling into the crook of your neck and nuzzling your collarbone.

Meanwhile, you are also trying to solve your own dilemma. Because it is safe to say that though you try your best to stay focused on the task at hand, your gaze seems completely and utterly focused on the way Kevin’s hair seems to fall into his face, lips forming words you can’t quite grasp.

You want to touch him. Reach out and press your finger onto the tiny mole right along his jawline.

“--Y/N?”

“H-Huh?” you snap back to attention, flushing with heat at the close proximity of his face, “Oh s-sorry I didn’t quite catch what you were saying.”

Amusement dances across his eyes, “I was asking you whether you were hungry.”

“Hungry?” Your eyes flit to the clock on his nightstand. It’s past eleven, “uhm, I could eat something I guess.”

“Great,” and he’s springing away from you as if being that close is like nothing at all and you feel like kicking yourself for reacting like a child, “I’m craving for some asian pastries.”

"My dear Kevin, I am always down for asian pastries.”

Half an hour later finds the pair of you striding along the Han River, the horizon glimmering with Seoul’s city lights like a ring of stars blending into the night sky. You sigh, loving the sensation of the chilly wind blowing across your face. It’s cold, but it’s a refreshing sensation, enough to cool off the heat that had accumulated in your cheeks, the back of your neck.

You’re busy chatting about the latest idol groups that popped up for their debut, leading into a discussion on the various controversies surrounding the entertainment world when Kevin’s hand weaves through yours comfortably, squeezing and brushing his thumb along the outside of your knuckles.

You squeeze back, trying not to distract yourself from admiring how attractive his hand is in yours -- what the hell, Y/N?! What’s wrong with you?

“You’d think that they would give up,” Kevin continues on. He clearly hasn’t noticed your odd glances, “considering how much torture and pain they go through just to stand on that stage.”

“it’s quite sad now, especially since it’s a booming industry. People are bound to be exploited,” you look forward as you speak, eyes on the buildings, on the bridge, anything to get your thoughts away from-- "You’re cold.”

Too late. Kevin is already cupping both your hands in his and lifts them up to his face. He blows warm air, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and just the sight has your heart squeezing, melting like butter straight into Kevin’s arms.

“Jesus Y/N. You’re freezing,” he looks up at you with a scowl, “why didn’t you tell me--”

Hands grab onto his jacket, pulling him down to meet his lips halfway.

You kiss him and Kevin freezes up in response.

Your mouth is cold. Colder than his. But warm. Warm with feelings.

It ends all too soon. Before he can even register that it’s ended, until you gape at him in horror and stumble back as panic takes over.

“Oh,” your hands go up to cup over your mouth, “no.”

Kevin knows. He reads your face before you do it, “Y/N, wait--”

But you’re already turning around and running away from him, from what could have happened between you two that night.

Part 2 up soon! ~

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