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out of time | park jihoon & kim doyoung

► jihoon x doyoung x male reader

► violence, cursing, angst, character death, suicide

a/n: there were many other ways this could've ended but how it ended was intended.

"what ever happened to those young lovers?" jihoon asks officer yoon jaehyuk. "one got shot and the other went missing...we are still searching for him, detective park." officer yoon answers jihoon. jihoon nods and walks away with files in his hands, doyoung following him.

"listen," jihoon says lowly, stopping and turns to the younger. "i don't know why hyunsuk chose you to, but, just, don't mess this up. okay kid?" doyoung sucks his teeth. "i'm not a kid, hyung." jihoon hums as his eyes bore into doyoung's. "come on, let's go find him." jihoon says and turns around again, walking forwards as doyoung follows. "who?" doyoung asks. "y/l/n y/n, 18 years old. the one that went missing. his lover was shot in front of him, poor guy must be traumatized and scared to death. it's been days now, i doubt he's still alive."

"i mean, he's better off there then here. our city is falling apart, hyung. punks that sell drugs are everywhere, fights are breaking out frequently. i mean look what happened to lee heeseung. he burnt to death and sim jaeyun ended up in a mental hospital because he became mentally ill." jihoon sighs, knowing that doyoung has a point.

waking up you groan in pain. you are cold, hungry and thirsty. you sit up and look around you. you have no idea where you are but somewhere in the woods. you stand up and walk around to try your find way back to the city.

you stop for a moment and start to laugh at yourself. "god i'm so stupid." you then begin to sob, your knees landing on the ground. "why..." you mumble in between sobs. "why him? why my lover and not me?" you cry out in pain. you find this utterly unfair to both you and who once was your lover. his life was selfishly taken away from you. he was only 17, he deserved to live longer.

"it's all my fault...why didn't we just stay at his house and watch the stars on his roof?" you ask yourself and sniff. "i'm so selfish." you tell yourself. "he deserves better." you cry out. after calming down you stand up and begin to walk again. you don't know where you are heading but you just keep walking. you hear a twig snap and you immediately hide behind a big rock.

you place your hand over your mouth to muffle your heavy breathing as you hear the footsteps nearing. "where are you kid...i know you are out here somewhere. you'll die just like your lover, lover boy." the sick man chuckles. a single tear falls down your cheek as you close your eyes, scared, in pain. "i'll find you kid, you will never be safe. i will kill you, y/n." he says and begins to walk away. you are scared, very, very scared, petrified even. you don't want to die, but you'd take a bullet for your lover. his last words to you were to promise him that you'd live on. that you won't dare to even try to take your own life.

you promised and you are the type to not break a promise, especially when it comes to the ones you care about the most. once everything falls silent, except for the birds and leaves rustling due to the wind, you stand up and leave the scene quickly.

it's becoming darker by the minute. you start to gather up sticks and branches to start a fire with. fortunately for you, you know there are other ways to light up a fire without any man made items. after getting the fire started was when it was completely dark. paranoia sparks up and you can't help but to think about 'what if's.' 'what if he's still close and sees the fire? he'll definitely find me then.' you debate whether or not you should kill the fire, however then you'll freeze to death.

you aren't sure when but sleep takes over you.

"you think he's still alive?" a muffled voice rings through your ears. "one way to find out." you hear a deeper voice, much clearer as you start to fully wake. your eyes open but you can barely keep them open. jihoon and doyoung notice this and come closer to you, both kneeling besdies you. "y/l/n y/n, i'm detective park jihoon and this is my assistant, kim doyoung. you two are the same age, 18, am i correct?"

you relax a bit. "y-yes," you stutter. jihoon helps you sit up and doyoung immediately takes off his jacket. he puts it around you and it rests on your shoulders. "thank you." you say softly. "may we take you back to the police station? i'd like to ask you a few questions regarding this incident." you knew this was gonna happen once you are found. you nod in response. "alright. you aren't hurt or anything, right?" you shake your head. "bet he's starving and thirsty." doyoung points out. "you are lucky you haven't been out here for longer," jihoon tells you. "let's go get you something to eat and drink before we head to the station." he adds. you nod in agreement, grateful.

after filling up your stomach you, the detective and his assistant heads to the police station for questioning. "i don't know how he looks like, unfortunately. when he came for me and leejin....when we were taken he wore a face mask. all i can tell you about his appearance is that he has green eyes and blonde hair." jihoon writes it down and nods. "great, thank you. can you describe his voice?" he inquires. "deep and rough. could be in his 30s," you tell him. jihoon hums and writes it down. "good, good. okay, location?"

"i'm not sure...the room although was massive but i could barely see because the room was dark. it smelt horrible though." you scrunch your nose in disgust as your eyebrows furrow. jihoon looks up at you then at doyoung. you look at doyoung who is sitting next to you then back at jihoon who is in front of you. they shared a knowingly look at one another. you realize that they might just know what you are talking about. jihoon looks back at you. "y/n, was it just one guy or were there more?" he questions. you shake your head side to side and add, "he was the only one me and leejin could see. yesterday too...i was almost caught but i luckily hid behind a big rock. it was only him as well." you inform them.

"was this big rock near a lake and next to a big tree?" doyoung asks. you slowly nod. "how?" you ask him. "me and my friends use to explore the woods alot." he answers you. "i'll send out a team, maybe he lives somewhere there where you were almost caught." jihoon stands up, you and doyoung doing the same. "both of you stay here." jihoon demands. "but—" doyoung gets cut off, "i need you to look after y/n for me." doyoung sighs in defeat and nods. "if you need anything, my assistant is here to help you." jihoon smiles softly at you. "thank you." you bow slightly to show your respect. jihoon nods at you and leaves.

for the next few weeks jihoon and the others work hard trying to catch the guy, but, it seemed as though he was always one step in front of jihoon and the rest of the police. you and doyoung has become quite close. you don't have anyone else to live with and when doyoung found out he immediately offered to help and allowed you to stay with him. you've found out the both of you have quite alot in common.

you and doyoung are currently at his house, sitting on his staircase next to one another. "y/n..." doyoung trails off. you only hum in response. "we'll catch that bastard, okay?" doyoung tries to reassure you. "it's been weeks now doyoung...let's face it. he'll get away with it." doyoung grabs your hand and you look at him. "no. i won't allow it. i won't let him get away with it." you smile but it fades quickly. "i miss him. it's all my fault hyung." your voice trembles, close to crying. doyoung absolutely hates seeing you like this. he pulls you into his embrace which comforts you immediately. "no y/n, it's not your fault. it's not anybody's fault so please don't blame yourself. leejin is in a better place now." doyoung tries to comfort you.

a few moments later his cell phone rings and he pulls away. "yes, hyung?" it's jihoon. your heart skips a few beats watching doyoung's facial expression. doyoung hangs up and looks at you. "they found a lead." you and doyoung hurry to the police station. "where's detective park?" doyoung asks as soon as the two of you enter the police station. "detective park told me not to tell you." officer yoon replies. you and doyoung groan. doyoung then get's an idea and grips your hand and walks. "where are we going?" you ask him. you fail to see his grin as he's infront of you. "i know someone who can find them."

"y/n, meet hamada asahi, asahi, meet y/n, y/l/n y/n." doyoung introduces you two. asahi nods and turns back to his computer. "i'll be able to find them." he says. the sound of his fingers typing away on his keyboard fills the quiet room. "they are at the closest junk yard. doyung-nim, do you know which one i'm talking about?" asahi asks. doyoung nods. "yes, i do. thank you asahi-ssi." asahi only nods as doyung grips your wrist and drags you.

the two of you hurry and get to the junk yard.

once you arrive you and doyoung come face to face with jihoon. "what the hell are you two doing here!?" jihoon whisper yells. "we want to help, hyung." doyoung whispers. "you two can't be here. get out of here, right now." doyoung raises his eyebrow in confusion. "why what's—" doyoung is cut off by a laugh. all three of you turn your heads to the direction of where the source is coming from to only see a man. he's covered in all black and has a face mask sealing his identity.

"it's h-him." you stutter. jihoon points his gun towards the man. "well, well, well. guess my men wasn't the sharpest. doyoung realizes why jihoon wanted them to leave: because jihoon and his team is out numbered. you hearing this makes you want to breakdown. you thought that he's alone. "j-jihoon i'm so sorry! i thought he didn't have any men!" you exclaim as your voice cracks. doyoung places a comforting hand on your back. jihoon doesn't reply which makes you worry.

"it's okay y/n. no need to apologize you didn't know." doyoung says softly. jihoon keeps his gun pointed at the man and his guard is completely up when he approaches the three. "why don't you guys just hand me the boy over and all of you can just go home. come on detective. i'll let all of your men go." the blonde haired male offers. "how will i know you are telling the truth you bastard." your heart drops when it seems as though he's considering giving you up.

doyoung then stands in front of you in a protective manner. "be smart." the man says. "i can't give the kid up." jihoon says firmly and you relax but your body goes stiff as hands wrap around your mouth and waist. the struggle goes noticed as doyoung turns around. "let go of him you fucker!" doyoung yells and launches himself forward to help you get out of the guy's grip. while doing so it's caught jihoon's attention. he turns his head which is a mistake and the blonde haired guy takes the opportunity to snatch jihoon's gun and point it towards the detective. "now, stop your assistant there." he orders as jihoon's hands are held high in the air.

"doyoung." jihoon calls out. doyoung stops and stands still, regretfully. he puts his hands in the air as well. the blonde haired male laughs, finding this situation very funny. "you know i wanna kill you myself y/n, but, i think it'll be more fun if...detective park here does it for me. i know all three of you are well acquainted, friends if you will." the man hands the gun to jihoon. "now before you think of anything stupid, remember your doyoung here won't make it out alive if you shoot me. i've got a sniper."

you and doyoung mentally panic. you don't want to die and doyoung doesn't want you to die. he really likes you and he at least would like to confess to you, even though he knows you don't feel the same way. you are still mourning and you need time to move on.

"y/n." jihoon's voice brings doyoung back to reality as he watches you and jihoon intensely.

"forgive me." he mumbles. doyoung's eyes widen, "no!" he shouts and sprints forwards. it all feels like slow motion, your eyes flutter shut as tears start to form in your eyes, jihoon pointing the gun at you and doyoung so close, yet so far as he doesn't reach jihoon in time. the bullet reaches you. you've been shot. the man that's holding you let's you go and allows your body to drop onto the ground. doyoung stops in his tracks.

heartbreak is the first emotion that floods through his body as he rushes over to you, on his knees as places your head on his lap. "no, no, no, no, y/n, look at me please. bare with me, okay?" the blonde haired man laughs like complete maniac. he, along with his men leaves the scene quickly, jihoon remains in his spot, staring at you and doyoung. your hand goes to his cheek and doyoung places his hand over yours as tears form in his eyes. you smile at him. "how could you smile right now y/n?" he asks. "because...you are with me, doyoung. you've made me so happy. you are a friend that i've craved for so long. thank you, doyoung."

you allow your eyes to shut and doyoung just sits there in shock, holding your hand. he feels all the energy, the warm, the life leaves your body. heartbreak turns into anger as doyoung stands up, facing jihoon who stares back. "you bastard." doyoung mumbles as he approaches jihoon, swinging his fist towards the older male, his fist comes in contact with jihoon's cheek and because of the strong force jihoon stumbles. "why jihoon! why! you could've at least shoot him somewhere else! he didn't have to die. he wasn't a bad kid, he did nothing wrong! so why!" doyoung cries out as he continues to throw punches towards jihoon.

jihoon barely dodges all of his hits and lands up on the ground with doyoung hovering over him. jihoon's arms blocks his face so that doyoung doesn't punch his face. doyoung stops and pants. "fuck this." he says, standing up he get's the gun and points it to his head. jihoon get's up immediately, eyes wide. "doyoung, don't. i'm sorry, okay? i apologize, i sincerely do." he says. doyoung scoffs and points it towards jihoon. "lame." he tells the older and pulls the triggering, jihoon gasps and looks at his stomach, blood starts to stain his clothes and he looks back up at doyoung. "see you in hell, hyung." doyoung smirks as jihoon collapses.

the last sound he hears is a gunshot. doyoung too shoots himself.

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jinisnuggets · 7 months

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Hii, I recently found your account and saw you have treasure on your fandom list and would love you to do something them related.

Could I request a high school fluff story between fem reader x Doyoung? Doyoung, yn, and Yoshi have friend group trio where yn has a crush on Doyoung but he already has a girlfriend?

𝕀𝕥'𝕤 ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕋𝕠 𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕖

Pairings: High School! Doyoung x Highschool! Fem Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Genre: Fluff, angst with a happy ending

Warnings: Breakup, sensitive language, mentions of bullying, mentions of cheating

Synopsis: Doyoung, Yoshi and you have been best friends ever since middle school, however when you entered highschool your best friend Doyoung got a girlfriend, what you couldn't tell him is how you felt about him for so long even before you ever spoke a word to him.

Doyoung's relationship with a girl who soon became popular in the school just stopped all the plans you had with Doyoung and Yoshi. every time you and Yoshi tried to hang out he would always bring up his girlfriend.

The next day after you all moved in together as roommates, Doyoung came back to the dorm upset, when Yoshi went to talk to him you overheard them say how his girlfriend started an argument over him moving in with you.

Of course she did..

Truthfully, you never liked the girl, Jeong Sihyun. In your past school, she was your classmate and made your life a living hell. She and her friend group always loved to target you, they even once pushed you right off your chair. The disappointment you felt when Doyoung announced her as his girlfriend just made you want to splatter the absolute nastiest things at him.

But you just couldn't bring yourself to tell Doyoung, he had liked her for so long and although it bothered you.. you would never be capable of breaking them up.. even when you knew it was for the best.

Doyoung loved her, and she seemed to like him too, although it disgusted you.

But soon the love faded when you constantly heard arguments between the two when she used to come over.

It went from arguments of Doyoung forgetting things to arguments of you.

You only ever heard your name come out from both mouths.

"IF YOU DON'T UNFRIEND HER I'LL BREAK UP WITH YOU RIGHT NOW!"

"SHE'S MY BEST FRIEND!!! WHY CAN'T I LIVE LIKE A NORMAL PERSON FOR ONCE??"

"It's either me or her, Doyoung. You choose, it's not okay to have a female best friend and a girlfriend."

"Oh just like you made out with your male best friend on the bus last week? Fine then, I chose her, and we're over!"

Upon hearing Doyoung's harsh words to his ex, you were left in complete shock. How much patience does he have for him to have not broken up with her right after he found out what she did?

After she left you exited your room, Doyoung was sitting down, the mood felt odd, as he wasn't happy and cheerful as he always was. Part of you was glad, finally things would return to the way they used to be, you could finally hold Doyoung's hand again, the three of you could finally go out and eat breakfast together on the weekends, you guys could finally take your yearly trips, you finally wouldn't hear all over the hallways how Doyoung was cheating on Sihyun with you, everything would return to the way they used to be.

But half of you felt guilty, you were the only reason they fought so often, the reason they broke up…

"Doyoung…. I'm sorry… it's my fault the happiest moments of your life ended-"

"How long were you planning to hide the fact that you used to be bullied by her?"

The silence was too loud at the moment, gosh how much you wish Yoshi hadn't gone out with some friends to the movies.

"We were best friends… what do you mean bullied?"

"Don't you dare lie to me Yn, I know you were bullied, and she was the person who you hated most."

"She never laid a hand on me!"

"Yeah right, just like she kicked your chair while you were sitting on it."

"How did you-"

"You could've been honest from the start, you predicted this would happen from miles away."

Your heart sank, now your guilt felt endless. You wanted him to stop, stop hitting you with his harsh words.

"I'm not mad at you… I'm not upset about this break up either… I just didn't understand why you kept it from me for so long…

"I'm sorry Doyoung, I didn't want you to break up with her since you loved her so much…"

"Loved her? It's impossible to love her, she never liked me, she just dated me for her own advantages."

"I'm sorry…"

Doyoung stares at you while you stare at the ground, you felt like you wanted to disappear, but you suddenly got a burst of shock upon hearing Doyoung start laughing.

"How are you in such a happy mood!!? You just broke up with the person you love-"

"What if we text Yoshi to hurry up? I'll invite you guys to eat dinner tonight."

"What?"

"You didn't expect me to cry over her right?"

"Well.. honestly I kinda did.."

"Wow Yn, you know what? I'll invite Yoshi to eat tonight-"

"Hey! That's not fair!"

You start chasing Doyoung around the dorm, finally you laughed with him again, you finally saw him smile again, finally things were going back to how they used to be.

You and Doyoung sat on the couch as you waited for Yoshi to return from the movies, although it was silent you couldn't help but smile to knowing things would finally get better for all of you.

"Afterall it's hard to find someone true.."

You look at Doyoung, confused but knowing his sentence had a meaning.

"It is…"

Just as Doyoung opened his mouth, about to speak, Yoshi opened to door and ran to Doyoung, although it was a loud mess for a while, you all smiled and chatted the entire way to the restaurant.

You never found out what Doyoung wanted to say that night, he never told you either. Therefore you never knew the exact reason for Doyoung's sentence, but you never asked after that.

Afterall he's right, although it's hard to find someone true. You found your true, and helped him find his..

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doyoungbunnyagenda · 4 years

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Crown Of Thorns; Bed Of Roses - k.dy: Chapter 1

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Summary • Alcohol and late-night rendezvous were the only things keeping the young princess Y/N stable. Doyoung was an actor finding his relief his in cigarettes and dark streets. Ever since meeting one night, they both have spent their time picking up each other’s pieces and building each other from the ground up. When Y/N thinks her life is back on track, her childhood demons come back to bite her, however this time they have a proposal. That had to do with her father, herself and a shotgun... When Doyoung tries to rescue her from her demons, he puts himself in equally as much danger.

Pairing • actor!doyoung x modernprincess!reader

Genre • drama with a whole lot a angst and small traces of fluff. royalty!au

Word count • 3k

Warnings • underaged drinking(depends on where u live), drug usage, swearing, mentions of death, mentions of corrupt governments, arranged marriage, dialogue-heavy

Songs to listen to • War Crimes, Watch What Happens Next, I Felt Younger When We Met all by Waterparks I’m a big parxs fan okay, don’t judge

A/N • @original-jomi , @elite-puppy-seungminnie So this is what I’ve been doing for the whole Christmas break. This was so much fun to write. And as this is written by me, there is barely any fluff (like four lines in total). Well nevertheless, I hope you enjoy!!!

Winter 2017

“You think you can control me like I’m some doll of yours, where you play dress up and chuck them with whatever man you think best, I’m an adult for Christ’s sake.” She shouted at your father lounging on the expensive couch like he owns the entire country which he did.

“Come on, princess it’s only an arranged marriage, nothing out of the ordinary.”

She let out a scoff at the sound of his words.

“So do you even care about me as a person? Are you even putting my happiness into consideration, or do you see me as a business transaction, a peace treaty?” She questioned starting to get to her wit's end with her Dad’s attitude.

“No the point is you fall in love during the marriage, have you seen the Jung family? I remember going to that wedding and they were arranged.” Her protests fell silent.

“If you need more examples, me and your mother we‘re arranged, look where it left us.” The King proclaimed.

“With my mother dead and with a father who only cares about his own safety and nothing else.” She gave her father an ice-cold glare as he remained stunned on the couch. Before he could open his mouth too, argue back, She spoke,

“I don’t care about what you think anymore, I’m not marrying any man you decide to put with me and that’s final, not that you’ll listen anyway.” You cut him off while storming out of one of the many royal places situated, in the middle of the capital.

In her hand, she made sure she had her black face mask and her designer beanie that she received as a gift from one of her friends. Quickly, you darted out of the house, ignoring her father’s angry desperate pleas for her to listen to him, getting quieter and quieter the further she ran. She fixed her mask on her face and went down the back passageway behind the mansion. If anyone went through the front way, they definitely would’ve been caught by security. The builders were stupid enough not to build a security system at the back of the mansion. Breaking in was a piece of cake, all it took was a jump and they were in. The girl leapt over the hedge and made it out of the courtyard, her feet landing on the pavement with a thud. No one could tell who she was and it felt good for once.

Strolling the midnight streets of her country, she turned around the block of some random fast food place. The silence of the city was something she craved. The world around her felt too loud, so she treasured the time she got alone to herself. She just wished Her dad could understand from her perspective. Her point of view. Not his own twisted perspective.

Hers.

It was her life he was handing over not his own. Ever since the princess was born your dad traded around her like poker chips. Anything and everything that would improve public opinion about him and his family was on the table.

Signing her up for any elite activity he could think of. Horse riding, she started at the age of seven. Archery, she had already won several gold medals in national tournaments. By the age of 13, she was already a world-renowned child ballet dancer. On top of all of that, she had to get extremely high grades, it didn’t matter if she couldn’t, she had too. It wasn’t like the king was doing it to better his daughter's future. He only cared about his image and how he can make his family look like a trophy family when it was far from the truth. Totally forgetting that the country still hasn’t forgotten about the ‘indecent” 13 years ago.

Nights like this were nights where she enjoyed getting drunk off her head. It was always fun to drink your problems away. Wandering into the liquor store, she always visits because they didn’t ask for ID. She swore they knew she was underage. As she once walked in with her ‘friends’ from private school one Saturday night many moons ago, buying out the whole store's stock luxury red wine. From one of the shelves, her hand grasped a bottle of hard liquor, shaking slightly as she grabbed it. You went up to the cashier and slammed a tenner on the counter, then left, leaving them very confused and alone in the shop once again. Her mask was now resting on her chin. She popped open the bottle and lifted the top of its neck to her chapped lips. The burn that ran down her throat felt electric, giving her body an instant buzz. She continued to wander down this lonely road, occasionally taking swigs from the drink. She knew it was irresponsible to go out at this time of night and get so drunk she couldn't stand up straight, but it was a means of escaping her reality. And trust me she would take any chance she got.

“Stupid father” The girl mumbled as she ambled and staggered down the streets. The bottle of liquor was long discarded on some random roadside and her mask was perched on her face. She somehow made her way to the shadiest part and poorest part of town. The level of unemployment was so high in this area that many people had resorted to other (less legal) means to keep themselves alive. She honestly didn’t blame them, when the rich were using all their tax money to live a lavish lifestyle, they were in the corners starving, outcasted by their government. The only thing they should be expected to do is rebel. She mumbled another curse word before stumbling into an alleyway collapsing on the floor. She was tired. She had been awake since 6 am in the morning. She swore her dad barely understood the basic concept of sleep. Her head banged against the flimsy garage opening behind her. The princess let out a curse at the sudden pain surging through her head accompanied by a pulsing migraine.

“Problem?” A low voice from above her spoke, his tone laced in darkness. her eyes remained plastered onto the floor, too shy to look up at the person above her.

“A shy one, I see.” The person said to themselves, they sighed deeply again at her persistent silence and spoke once again,” Not replying when you’re spoken too, is quite impolite, with the clothes you’re wearing I’d expect more of your upbringing.” The person rudely remarked.

“Excuse me, who are you to say that?” She said, with a look of offence evident in her eyes.

Abandoning her shyness, she got the courage to look at the person who dares to insult her. If only they knew who she was. When she looked up everything she was planning to say got caught in her throat. To only be replaced by a gasp. Their presence was intimidating, to say the least. A male from what you could tell. His shoulders were broad and his eyes a piercing shade of dark brown. If it wasn’t for the moonlight, she could have sworn his eyes were as black as the world around him. Tuffs of raven hair could be seen slightly poking outside of his midnight stained hat. If she didn’t look close enough, he could be mistaken for invisible. A cigarette was held in his nimble fingers and he brought out a lighter from his back pocket. He held it to his lips and lit a spark on the end. After he took his hit, the man looked back at the girl before him.

“You realise staring is also quite rude?” The man sighed sarcastically. She remained silent. “I expected a rich girl like you to know better. Do you know how many people I know who would love to wear that coat or hat of yours.”

She scoffed,” What right do you have to say that. Have you seen yourself? Your hat, no normal person could afford that here. Who’s a credit card is that coming from hmm?” She drunkenly slurred.

The man sighed at your state and chucked lightly.” I’m self-made man, no trust fund, no inheritance, nothing of that sort. I worked my life from the ground up and see where I am now.”

“Smoking a blunt alone in the most dangerous part of town? That definitely sounds like The Life to me.” She said.

“That’s right buttercup, I’m living the life aren’t I?.” He laughed and looked into your eyes. A warm feeling crept up in her chest and a small smile that he could not see graced her features.

“But what do you mean alone, I’m talking to you right? Or has the spice gotten to me and I’m just talking to a ghost.” He joked.

“That latter obviously.” She rolled her eyes and laughed along with her.

“I like your sense of humour, what’s your name?”

Her eyes went wide. If there was one thing he couldn’t know it was her name, it was too risky, her family’s perfect image would be cut in half and plunged into disrepair.

“No can do, it’s a secret.” She teased and playfully put her finger up to her mask. “What about you?” She questioned

“That’s a secret too, I’m afraid.” The man said while mimicking your action.

After laughing at their childishness for a couple of minutes. A comfortable silence filled the air. She observed the slight rise and fall in his chest as he took a couple more hits of the drug and discarded it on the ground and stomped out the tiny flame with his foot. She would blame it on her drunken self, but he reminded her of a prince. A prince you would find in a somewhat twisted modern fairy tale. With all his money he practically could be classified as one. He had a dominative aura which she couldn’t help but challenge. The man could obviously take a joke which was a welcomed change to what she was had known and gotten used to for the whole of her life. For once the girl felt comfortable. Unrestricted. At peace with her thoughts and it wasn’t the alcohol, it was because of him.

“I wish I could be you, you seem so carefree, I want your life.” She said, out of the blue.

“I’m not, trust me, it’s just because of the drugs, I’m not like this, I’m not the person your seeing now.”

“I don’t believe that.” She said her words breathy.”I believe this is your true self when drugs and alcohol get involved, there’s no hiding from yourself. The mistakes you make when your drunk and high aren’t mistakes, they’re not late-night regrets-“

The man interrupted her drunk ramblings and said,” So if me finding myself in the bed of my best friend’s roommate isn’t a mistake, then what was it?”

“It was what you wanted to do, ignoring all the consequences of the morning. When you're under the influence, your common sense is replaced by pure desire. You don't think and that's good, right? It's hard to think with a raging headache."

He sighed,” No that’s not it and I know from experience, your deepest desires aren’t always the best for you and the people around you. The life you are describing is the life you want to get away from..."

“Am I mad for wanting to kiss you right now?” She said unexpectedly, causing a slight gasp to escape from the man next to her.

“Yes, you’re crazy.”

“I would like to I think I’m perfectly sane.”

A blush crept on to the apples of his cheeks for the first time that night. His following words were stuttered. He was flustered.

“Your mother and father must have really gone wrong to create a child like you.”

“Just father here.” You replied

“What about your mother?”

“Dead.”

“How long?”

“13 years...” she paused before taking a deep breath and continuing. “13 years dead, 13 years of hell for me. I swear ever since she died a switch was flipped in my father. Never known why.” She sighed looking down at the gravel floor.

“13 years ago, I was a runaway. Home was never the safest place, it was for the best. I’m pretty sure my parents didn’t even go looking for me.”

“Seems the both of us have had shitty up upbringings. I guess that makes us equal"

“Well then, about that kiss...” the man trailed off-topic.

“What about it?” You laughed slightly.

“I can’t kiss someone whose name I don’t know.”

The cheesy grin plastered under her mask was embarrassing. She pretended to think about it, but her answer was already set the minute he finished his sentence.

“Well in that case I guess-“

She felt a buzz in the back pocket of her black jeans and went silent.

“Oh, shit-“ She blurted out surprised that someone would call her at this hour. She checked her phone and saw it was her cousin Youngho. She rolled her eyes at the thought of her dad calling Youngho to sort her out, being too lazy to do it himself. She opted to answer the call and lifted the phone to her ear.

“Y/N, Where the fuck are you!?” He shouted from the other end of the line. She winced at the loud noise before continuing.”

“Somewhere, I don’t know.” She shrugged her shoulders and saw the man next to her stifle a giggle.

“You’re so stupid, it’s 4:29 am and you don’t know where you are? I'm so done with you. I’m tired of being woken up at 4 am with your father screeching at me to go pick you up.”

You heard your cousin sigh tiredly.

“Well it not my fault he doesn’t have my number, he could care less about where I am.” She argued back.

“Shut up and tell me where you are,” Youngho said defeatedly.

“You know where the 603’s last stop is, I’m near there.” She finally remembered.

“The most dangerous part of town, I see. Whatever I’m coming to pick you up hang on in there.” He said before hanging up.

“Your dad doesn’t have your number even my father was better than that.” The man next to you commented at your conversation.

“Does it look like my dad even gives two shits? He hasn’t bothered to get my new number after I changed my phone a year ago.”

“You don’t deserve that no one does.” He sympathised with her.

“Now you know why I run away. But it’s almost 5 am and I haven’t slept in 24 hours and I don’t fancy passing out on the streets so I think it’s time for me to leave.”

“Fair enough, see you never...” He paused as if he was waiting for her to say something.

“Y/N.” She said firmly

“Doyoung.” He stated as she walked away from him, leaving him to wallow in his own thoughts and feelings.

She stumbled to the bus stop where she said she’ll meet Youngho. Her head rested against the metal pole and she sighed. A sigh full of contentment. Remembering what happened moments earlier, her heart warmed her chest and started to beat faster than had ever been. She felt lightheaded. Duplicates of what was in front of her kept appearing in her vision. Like some weird fever dream. Her eyes were about to flutter shut, bringing her into a dream-filled sleep but she was brought back to reality by a low but loud car horn ringing in her ears.

“Get in,” Youngho said, his tone clear and flat. Her cousin turned down the tinted windows of his Mercedes Benz and looked into her eyes with no emotion what so ever. She tried to search for his the usual bright look in his eyes, normally twinkling constantly rain or shine. But all she found was black. Pits of charcoal staring into her own. Because of her wasted state, the only way she could respond was with a laugh. Youngho continued to look unimpressed.

He pushed out the door of the car, for the girl to stumble in and hit her head on the headrest. Even though he found his cousin’s fumbling and slurring funny at times, he needed to keep a straight face.

“For fuck's sake Y/N, you’re so wasted that you can’t even get your seat belt on, here let me help.” Youngho sighed. He draped the seat belt over her half-asleep body and clicked it into the latch. He sat back in his seat and ran a hand through his brown locks. She looked up at him and noticed defined black circles under his eyes. He looked about as tired as she was. He yawned before speaking again.

“I’m tired of acting like your babysitter Y/N. Why can’t you just grow up and stop stupid stunts like this?” Youngho pleaded, tiredness laced in his voice.

“If you don’t want to feel like my babysitter, then stop acting like my dad, you’re my cousin. The three years between us doesn’t mean that much.” She protested weakly.

“Someone has to care about you, Y/N. Your dad is obviously doing a terrible job so that just leaves me, your amazing older cousin.” He chuckled hoping to loosen the atmosphere. It obviously worked as she started to smile again.

“What would I do without you?” She giggled

“Crash, burn and die,” Youngho said before placing his hands on the wheel.

“Just make sure not do this again,” He followed up,” We’re going to my place, by the way, it’s closer. Your dad was like a feral dog to me over the phone. Y’know there are much better ways of getting back at him.”

“Like what?” She questioned eyes half-open and mouth agape leaning her head against the window.

Instead of an answer, you were greeted with nothing but the sound fresh raindrops beating the window from outside and the sound of Youngho hitting the gas pedal and speeding off, into the night.

In due time, the young princess fell into a deep slumber, filled with cigarette dreams, expensive wines, cherry red lips, everlasting nights and a man named Doyoung.

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