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sandwichrin · 2 years

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A Little into You (Junkyu x Reader) (Ch. 35)

Chapter 35 - Back to reality Word count: 4.4k words Genre: Fanfiction, PG13, Comedy, Romance, slight Angst.

A/N: Hello~ I’m back with chapter 35! Drama lesgoooo >< I’m jk, i miss you all! Hope y’all enjoy this one 🧡💖 i miss reading y’all’s comments too! Take care and love y’all <3

It had been a day after your Treasure friends had returned to the city, and now it was your turn to leave.

Dongyun helped put your luggage into the trunk of the cab that your boss had sent out to Haenam to go pick you up—as he had promised when he had sent you away last week.

“Ahh, this sucks,” your childhood friend sighs out loud. “Sure I can’t have you to stay for another week?” he asks.

“You tell that to Joonyoung-ssi,” you said as you rolled your eyes. “Oh wait, I mean, Mr Bae;” you corrected as you remembered that your boss’ mum was standing not far from you and Dongyun.

Dongyun chuckled at your action, him wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Gosh, I was getting used to having you around too,”

“I know. But hey, your semester break is ending soon too, no? You won’t be here either if I stayed any longer you know,”

Dongyun was about to answer you back when he felt someone pinching his forearm, making him yelp.

“Ahhh! Aunt Nari what was that for??” He unwrapped his arm from you and rubbed the spot that got pinched on his other arm.

“Hmph. You had the nerve to put your arm around my girl here when you rejected her countless of times now,” the lady grumbled, making you laugh out loud as your friend gets nagged upon by her.

“Now—I didn’t reject her. I rejected the idea of marrying her and being matchmade with her,” he corrected Aunt Nari.

“Aigoo! Exactly the same! Now, don’t stand too close to Y/n. I’m gonna take good care of her and make sure my future son-in-law wouldn’t have to worry about being jealous of you two,” she nagged as she pushes Dongyun to the side gently.

You scrunched your face at what you heard. “Ew who are you matchmaking me with again this time?”

“Hey! Be nice! It’s that gentleman friend of yours of course! Jaehyuk-ssi will definitely take good care of you, you know.” She beamed happily just by the mention of Jaehyuk. Wow, he must’ve really impressed your Aunt Nari; you thought.

Dongyun burst out laughing as he heard this. “Hah, Aunt Nari is shipping you with another guy aside from Junkyu!”

“H-hey! You don’t have to say it out that loud!”

“Hm? Junkyu? I was talking about Jaehyuk, Dongyun-aa. Did you clean your ears properly this week?” Aunt Nari responded, missing the point of what Dongyun had meant earlier.

“Nooo I was saying—”

“Okay, okay hold it up you both. Let’s not talk about my love life any further, please?” you stopped them before their discussion could escalate. Gosh, why are they so interested in your love life though?? If you had let their conversation gone any further you wouldn’t be surprised they’ll be talking about naming your future kids too. You shuddered from the thought.

YG Building (Treasure’s Practice Room)

Junghwan entered the practice room with his bagpack hanging on one side of his shoulder. He was still in his school uniform too, implying that their manager had just fetched both him and Jeongwoo from school.

“Oh, Junghwan! Where’s Jeongwoo?” Jihoon greeted the maknae when he sees the boy entering the room.

“He’s just stopping by the convenience store downstairs,”

“Huh, he better not get any more ramen cup. He’s had two yesterday.” The leader complained to himself.

“Enough about that, hyung,” Junghwan said as he approaches Jihoon who was sitting on the floor.

It seemed like they were all just chilling in the room. Probably waiting for the rest of their members to arrive before they begin with practice.

The only ones in the room right now were Jihoon, Hyunsuk, Junkyu, Yoshi and Yedam. Including Junghwan that had just arrived of course. The rest were probably hanging out somewhere else in the building.

Junghwan places his bag beside his hyung, sitting beside him right after.

“Hyung, how was the trip at Y/n-noona’s hometown? Did you all have fun??”

“Aigoo, why are you asking me? You should ask Jaehyuk since you guys live in the same dorm,”

“No way. When he arrived last night he immediately entered his room,” Junghwan pouted. “Instead, when I asked about how the trip went, he replied with ‘Later~’,” Junghwan imitated his Jaehyuk’s singsong voice, making Jihoon laugh.

“So yeah, tell meeee,” Junghwan pleaded.

“Alright, alright,” Jihoon said as he laughs. “I can show you pictures I took there,” he picked his phone up from the cold floor, unlocking his phone screen to open up the gallery.

Junghwan scoots over close to his hyung excitedly, ready to see pictures of the places you grew up in, not to mention pictures of you; he hoped. He hadn’t seen you for over a week and he had missed you terribly in that short period of time too.

The both of them focused on Jihoon’s phone with him telling about the places from the pictures. He showed your school, your favorite bakery, the local convenience store where you and Dongyun posed with V signs in front of it, the beautiful fields that you had brought them on tour through.

Hyunsuk, Junkyu, Yoshi and Yedam listened as well to Jihoon’s description of the pictures—even though they weren’t looking at the pictures themselves, they smiled as they listened to him talk.

Junghwan listened attentively; almost like an innocent child listening to a bedtime story as he stares in amazement at the pictures Jihoon showed him. He was amazed by the place you grew up in, the places you liked. In fact, he was amazed how such a small town had produced such a wonderful person like you; his favorite noona.

While he was happy looking at the beautiful sceneries and places that Jihoon had took photos of, he couldn’t help but wonder if his Jihoon-hyung has pictures of you as well.

“Oh and these roses! These are—”

“Hyung,” Junghwan interrupts Jihoon as he was happily talking about the potted plants in his picture now.

“Yeah?” The hyung stopped talking.

“Do you…have pictures of Y/n noona?”

“Of course. There’s one just now, right?” Jihoon said as he swiped back to the picture of you and Dongyun posing in front of the convenience store.

Junghwan shakes his head, “No, no! I can’t see noona clearly in this one. Besides, she’s posing with a dude I don’t know of,” he whined, a little tinge of sulkiness sounding in his voice.

“Easy, here you go,” Jihoon tapped on his phone to zoom on the picture, your face now more visible on the screen.

“Hyuuunngggg you know what I mean!” Junghwan was at the point of groaning in frustration at this point.

Jihoon laughed at the maknae’s reaction, along with the rest of the members in the room. “Sorry, sorry. I was just kidding.” He ruffled the kid’s hair.

“I don’t think I have any other pictures of her though to be honest. It’s just this one.”

“Oh…”

“Oh wait—” Jihoon said as he remembered something. He remembered taking a group photo with you last night before departing back to the city.

“There’s one we took before we left last night. Aunt Nari helped took the photo,” he swiped to the most recent photo in his camera roll, showing the young boy beside him the picture of him, Junkyu, you, Jaehyuk, Dongyun and Hyunsuk posing in front of their black van.

“Aww Y/n-noona looks so small beside you guys!” Junghwan smiled as he looks at the photo. But then, slowly, his smile fades as he zooms in on the picture.

“Hyung…why does noona look like she had been crying? And Hyunsuk-hyung too,” he added as he moved to look at everyone’s faces in the photo.

“Hyung?” Junghwan asked again when he realised everyone in the room going silent.

The maknae looked around the room, trying to read his hyungs’ expressions, noticing how Yedam and Yoshi were as clueless as he is. His Junkyu-hyung looked like he was thinking about something as well—probably curious on what Junghwan meant when he noticed you and Hyunsuk’s post-crying face in the picture.

“Okay Junghwan, let’s just…uh, continue looking at other pictures, okay?” He heard the younger leader beside him say, making him turn to look at him.

Junghwan nods his head slowly, deciding that maybe this wasn’t the time to question his Hyunsuk-hyung’s guilty expression a moment ago, along with his Jihoon-hyung’s awkward response in trying to move on from the subject they were on.

PEWA Groups (after lunchtime)

“Y/n!” Soomin squealed as she sees you enter through the office doors.

You smiled at your team leader, feeling glad to see her after some time. She beckoned you to approach her desk, so you did just that.

“Soomin-unnie, hello,” you greeted her with a smile once you reach her table.

Soomin, instead of responding to your greeting, extended her arm to give you a pinch—making you scream.

“H-hey! Watch it,” you flinched away from her, making her grin at your reaction.

“Good to have you back, Y/n. Also—what’s with not replying my texts??” she was leaning back into her chair, her arms crossed against her chest as she stares at you.

“Uh, thanks for welcoming me back?” you stated sarcastically before continuing, “What? No, I didn’t get your texts,”

“That’s silly. I didn’t text the wrong number, did I?”

“Well…you kinda did,”

“Huh? I don’t get it,”

You shook your head, thinking of it as a hassle to explain to her about your boss giving you a junk phone and confiscating your own phone.

“Look, just come with me to Mr Bae’s office, please?”

Soomin looked at the opened books and files on her table; figuring that she could take a short break away from them. She was growing tired of reading the same chapters anyways.

“Okay sure,” she replied as she got up from her chair.

PEWA Groups (Mr Bae’s Office)

*knock knock*

Joonyoung heard the subtle knocking, recognising the voice on the other side of his office door—obviously being his mother’s favorite student; also someone he’s grown used to looking out for. If he had been in a closer age range with you, the both of you would have hit it off like real siblings—he thought. But of course, there will always be a gap between you two. The both of you were purely connected through work—and only work. Aside from his mother of course. But Joonyoung didn’t mind it at all. He had already treated you like family anyways. He was just happy his mother has a girl companion since the only children she has are him and his brother.

After giving the instruction to enter his office, he sees your small figure showing up from the opening of his office door. And then Soomin appeared behind you.

“Oh? Soomin? I didn’t expect you to be here,” he said.

Soomin smiled apologetically. “I was just accompanying Y/n, uh, since she asked for it,”

He turned to look at you, questioning you with his gaze.

“Yeah, I did. Actually, I brought her here ‘cause I wanted you to explain to her that you confiscated my phone and gave me this stupid junk phone to survive with all the while I was in Haenam,” you huffed, slight dissatisfaction sounding in your voice.

Joonyoung chuckled at your serious expression. “Hmm. That’s true,” he said simply.

Soomin looked at the both of you confusedly. “Erm…so…Mr Bae took your phone away…? Which is why you didn’t reply to my texts…?”

You fold your arms against your chest and nod. “Exactly.”

“Now now, I saved Soomin’s number in that ‘junk’ piece of phone you’re holding right now, didn’t I? Now don’t blame me if you didn’t contact her,”

You bit your bottom lip from his response. Damn. He definitely said some truth.

“O-okay but I didn’t want to use the junk phone. I want my phone,” you frowned.

Your boss lets out a sigh and pulls out the bottom drawer of his desk. He picks up your phone and held it out—expecting you to take it from his hand.

You marched up towards him, grabbing your phone from his hand and then placing your junk phone in return.

Your boss smiled as he keeps the so-called ‘junk’ phone you kept complaining about back into the bottom drawer—not looking at it at all.

“Wha—it won’t switch on!” you panicked as you pressed the power button on your phone several times.

“Well, duh, I never charged it. It was kept in the drawer since the day you left for Haenam.”

You frowned even harder. “With all due respect, Mr Bae, sir, I charged the junk phone even when I didn’t even use it,”

Joonyoung shrugs and ignored your glare towards him. Instead, he turned to Soomin. “Right. So I only confiscated her phone ‘cause I know how much she would be stalking our company’s forum page and she’d probably sneak online to see all the nasty comments being said to her—only to let herself get hurt. Seems like a good idea to take it all away from her and send her away while we clean up our sites, no?”

Soomin nods in agreement, earning a shocked gasp from you to see your team leader siding with your boss’ actions towards you.

“Not gonna lie, that does sound like something Y/n would do,” she chuckled as she glances over at your still-shocked expression.

“No worries there though, we’ve cleaned up the sites and we’ve put up notices not to let any staff speak of that unfair incident that happened. We got you covered, Y/n,” she continued.

This time, you weren’t gaping or frowning at all. Instead you felt moved by your boss’ and team leader’s action. They have been protecting you. They didn’t want you to be affected by what had happened.

Just what did you do to deserve such good people in your life?

“Oh gosh, are you gonna cry about it?” Soomin teased you as she noticed your expression softening now.

You shook your head. “N-no,” you lied as you tried your best to suck your tears back into your pooling eyes. “I just…” you paused. “T-thank you…both of you…”

“No worries, Y/n,” Soomin smiled.

“Yup. I told you before, didn’t I? We’re family.” Your boss said this time.

You nod your head at the both of them, tears still pooling in your eyes.

“Ah, right! Since we’re here—” Soomin said in all of a sudden. “Hey boss is it okay if I steal Y/n away from the office for a while to get some errands done?”

“Sure. She’s your team member. Do what you guys want, as long as it’s not a crime,” he chuckled.

“Thanks!” Soomin beamed at your boss before turning to you. “Come on, Y/n. We need to get some stuff done before work ends,”

“Huh? Oh, s-sure,”

“Noooo! I don’t want to be the third-wheel again!” You whined as Soomin tried to persuade you to leave her car.

“Oh come on Y/n! It’s gonna be a short while! We’re just returning the access cards,”

“Puh-lease. You’re gonna go meet your boyfriend while at that too. As if I don’t know,” you refute, knowing her intentions very well at this point.

Soomin grinned at you. “Hey, it’s not like I get to see him every day, you know. Besides, who knows you could go meet that kpop boyfriend of yours too,”

You felt your cheeks blush from what she said. “W-what? He’s not my boyfriend! We just…like each other that’s all. Besides—” you flipped your hair over your shoulder before continuing, “you can’t lie to me like this. You worked with Bomin-ssi every day for the past month! You did meet him every day before this, remember??”

Soomin rolled her eyes at your argument. “Enough, Y/n, we’re going in now.”

YG Building

“Hi, I have an appointment with Mr. Bomin to return our access cards? Yup, from PEWA,” you heard Soomin inform the receptionist in the lobby.

You were standing a bit further away from her, grumbling to yourself about how underdressed you were if you were to even bump into your celebrity friends today. You were dressed in a dark grey tshirt, black jeans and your hair was tied into a low messy bun. You barely wore any make up too, silently thanking yourself for putting on some lip tint before heading to your office today.

You didn’t expect to be running work errands today, not at all. Instead, you thought that your plan for today was simply getting your phone back from your boss, saying hi to Soomin for a bit, stopping by your usual convenience store for some packed lunch and then heading home and just spending the day there before you get back to work the next day.

But noooo Soomin managed to persuade you to accompany her to YG’s offices.

You let out a sigh as your team leader walks ahead of you, turning back once to gesture you to follow her.

“Let’s go, Y/n. We’re heading up,” she said as you progressed your steps towards her.

The both of you scanned through the entry access point with the access cards you both had used for the past month; probably for the last time too, before returning it to Bomin in a short while.

YG Building (6th Floor / Bomin’s Office)

“Come in,” Bomin answered as he heard the knock on his door.

His eyes lifted from his desk and widens along with his smile when he sees his girlfriend entering the room.

Okay but his smile faded when he saw you entering closely behind her.

“Oh, you’re here too,” he said sarcastically.

Obviously he meant to say that to you.

“Tsk, she has a name, Bomin. It’s Y/n, Y/n, get it?” Soomin nagged at him.

Bomin cursed silently under his breath, remembering how much his girlfriend adores you, to the point that she would even get into arguments with him just to defend you. Fine, he might as well behave himself for a bit just so he wouldn’t upset his girlfriend, he thought.

“Yes, that’s right. So sorry, my mistake. Hello, Y/n,” he responded with a slight sigh.

You could hear the obvious dissatisfaction in his voice to see you here.

“I’m here to return our access cards,” Soomin reminded him as she waved the stack of cards in her hands.

“Right. You can place them on the table,”

Soomin did as she was told and then she stood back to the same position she was seconds ago.

“So uh, you guys wanna get coffee?” Bomin asked, his eyes glued to the screen in front of him now, his nose scrunching a bit as if he just read something he didn’t like.

“Uhh, sure?” Soomin said in an unsure tone. She turned around to look at you, wondering if you were up for coffee with her boyfriend.

“Uhh, you guys go ahead. I uh, I’m just gonna go say hi to my friends—”

“Great!” Bomin’s voice cut you off.

He seemed pleased to not have you tagging onto his time with Soomin lol.

Bomin was already on his feet and checking his pants pocket for his wallet when you heard Soomin asking you if you were really okay with her not accompanying you.

“Nah, I’ll be fine. Enjoy your time with…him,” you smiled.

Soomin smiled happily back at you. She immediately turned to Bomin who was already standing beside her, his arm on her back.

“Okay! I want some ice blended mocha pleaseee. Can we get some of those today?” she said to him.

And for the first time, you saw Bomin’s gentle smile.

“Sure. Anything you want, jagi,” he beamed at his girlfriend, forgetting that you were still there.

“Yay! Let’s go!” Soomin said excitedly, making you giggle at her cute behaviour. This is probably her cute side when she’s around the person she loves, you thought to yourself.

“It won’t be long, okay? Text me if you want to go back later on,” Soomin said to you before she followed Bomin out his office door.

“Sure, I will,” you nod at her.

YG Building (Treasure’s Practice Room)

“Hahahaaha again, again!!!” Doyoung laughs out loud as he records Jeongwoo dancing to this tiktok trending song.

“Okay calm down, hyung. That’s the third time you’ve asked him to do the dance,” Junghwan said to him.

“Yeah, but he just does it so cutely, no?” Doyoung said in between his laughs.

“Okay I’ll do it—but only one more time, okay??” Jeongwoo said as he points out a finger, indicating that it’s his last time doing the dance for the day.

“Okay, okay,” Doyoung nods as he giggles. His thumb was ready to press ‘record’ on his phone now.

Junghwan shakes his head at the both of them, though he was smiling at their antics. He proceeded to take a seat on the cold floor, resting up since both of his leaders had told them practice on their own today. They’re probably tired from their trip to Haenam too, he thought.

But of course, because their leaders have advised them to practice on their own, most of them ended up playing games, watching tiktok and doing their own activities; not that their leaders minded. Everyone probably needed the rest too.

And so, Junghwan was simply sitting cross-legged on the floor, taking in the scene of his hyungs relaxing and goofing around in the practice room—until he saw the practice room doors opening a little.

It seems like most of them were too busy minding their business to realise this so Junghwan sat up straight and wondered who could be entering at a time like this, especially since all of his members are already in the room.

And just as Junghwan was about to panic on his own—imagining that their CEO or any other higher staff were to peek on their practice today, he stopped moving when he saw the familiar face peeking into the room.

“Noona!” Junghwan shouted across the room, startling everyone, including you as you were halfway entering through the door.

Everyone immediately turned to look at the door, and you, as you entered fully now, closing the door behind you and facing them shyly after.

“Y/n! You’re here!” Jaehyuk exclaimed happily.

You nod at him and smiled at everyone, your heart pounding loud because having all 12 of them staring at you like this felt a little nerve-wrecking after not seeing most of them for a whole week.

Footsteps ran across the room, and then a pair of strong arms hugged you tightly, burying your head into his chest.

“Welcome back, I missed you, I missed you so much, Noona!” you heard the voice whispering above your head.

You pat his back gently, despite not being able to see his face right now. “Thank you, Junghwan. I missed you too,” you replied, your voice muffled against his school shirt.

“Aigoo, you’re gonna suffocate her to death if you don’t let go of her soon Junghwan-aa,” Jeongwoo spoke up, genuinely worried for your wellbeing.

Junghwan relaxed his grip around you, his arms now gently resting at your waist as he lets you turn to face the group again.

“I uh, dropped by to say hi since my team leader wanted to return our access cards,” you explained your presence there, with Junghwan still standing closely beside you.

“Ahh, I see.” Jaehyuk answered.

“Hyung, aren’t you gonna go and scream and hug Y/n too?” Haruto nudged Hyunsuk who was sitting beside him.

“Huh? I mean, I got to see her in Haenam already, so…”Hyunsuk replied solemnly. Though he still hasn’t got the strength to really look at you fully right now.

“Oh.”

“So…you didn’t bring any souvenirs for us then?” Asahi asked in all of a sudden.

You panicked, remembering that you did get them all something but you didn’t think you’d stop by to see them today; hence you not bringing their gifts along with you.

Junghwan sensed you tensing up beside him making him respond for you, “Heyy, noona must be tired out from her trip back, we shouldn’t be asking for gifts from her,”

“N-no! I did get you guys something! I uh, I just didn’t bring it with me. But I’ll let you know when y’all can come over and get it okay?” you explained.

Asahi shrugs at the both of you, “Sure, okay”

“Heh, Junghwan-aa, you haven’t left Y/n’s side at all now. And you’re answering for her questions too. What are you, Y/n’s boyfriend now?” Yedam teased their maknae for his clinginess towards you.

“EYYYYYYY” this earned him loud groans of dissatisfaction from his members, making Yedam laugh at their response.

Junghwan immediately lets go of you, his arms no longer hanging onto your waist now. He tried to explain to his hyungs that ‘it wasn’t like that at all’ but some of them started teasing him harder when they saw his face going red all the while doing so.

You giggled at their teasings, feeling sorry for the maknae as he fought for his ground on his own.

However, you tried to steal a glance over at the guy that you’re in love with and you couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed that he wasn’t paying attention to you at all. Instead, he was busy staring at his phone in his hand.

Did he not realise you coming over? That’s impossible to say, since he’s not wearing any inpods or anything in his ears. Surely he heard you, didn’t he?

And while you were distracted with Junkyu, and most of the members were still busy teasing Junghwan, none of you realised the pair of eyes observing all of you in the room.

Haruto leaned back against the wall behind him, noticing how all of his hyungs that had gone on the trip to Haenam—not joining on the teasings nor were they looking like they were having a good time right now. Instead, they all looked upset about something, though he couldn’t pin on what the issue was.

His eyes looked over at you, noticing that you were looking distracted as well, even though you were smiling.

A soft sigh escaped his breath, wondering what had happened the time you all were in Haenam.

To be continued…

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junkutie · 4 years

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like me back | p.jihoon

genre: fluff

word count: 1.7k

warnings: none

request: yes, thank you ! <3

summary: y/n likes jihoon but doesn't know if he likes her back

You are pulled away from a dream you’re having when your phone begins to vibrate next to you, groaning you reach blindly for it so that you can see what’s happening. When you eventually come to your senses you see that you’re getting a phone call from Jihoon.

“Hello.” You answer with a rough voice.

“Hi,” your friend answers, the cheerful sound of his voice causes you to roll your eyes.

“What do you want?” You mumble, wanting to get back to sleep.

“Let’s go to the ocean.” The boy exclaims, still sounding very happy.

“What’s the time,” you ask, your brain is still fuzzy, and you don’t even know what day it is.

Jihoon shuffles around on the other side of the phone and you wait patiently for his answer.

“Half past twelve,” he tells you.

A frown covers your face and rub your eyes with closed fists trying to remember when you fell asleep, you place your phone on your pillow after putting Jihoon on speaker and walk over to your window so you can open your curtains. When you do so you are met with a dark, star filled sky and you sigh deeply.

“Did you really just ask me to go to the ocean with you at midnight?” You grumble as you walk back to your bed.

Jihoon doesn’t answer but you guess that he is nodding his head with a wide smile on his lips, your mind drifts for a moment and your thoughts are filled with your friends cute face however you are brought back to reality when you hear Jihoons voice asking if you’re in or not.

“Sure,” you give in, “I’m awake now anyway.” You add sarcastically and you hear Jihoon laugh.

Within the next ten minutes Jihoon is waiting in his car for you outside your dorm, when you get into the passenger side you see that he is picking a playlist to play for your trip. Once he has found something he likes you looks at you with wide, excited eyes and you grin at him. Everything the boy sitting next to you does makes you smile, and when he smiles back your heart skips a beat.

“Nice fit by the way,” your friend laughs at you once the car is on the highway.

You hit his arm in response, you hadn’t changed out of the sweatpants and hoodie you had fallen asleep in. Jihoon chuckles once more and you roll your eyes before looking out the window again. The rest of the drive is conversation less, Jihoons playlist is filling the silence and the both of you listen comfortably to the music.

Jihoon parks his car and you both get out; the boy disappears behind the car for a few moments and you wait for him while leaning against the hood. He comes back into sight with a picnic blanket tucked under his arm.

“Let’s go.”

You smile and follow Jihoon, the sky is clear so the moon shines brightly over the beach making it very easy to see the waves crashing against the shore. The two of you sit on the blanket after Jihoon places it in the sand and you both watch the sea for a while appreciating the sounds of the ocean, the evening is peaceful and you’re enjoying the silence more than you thought you would have.

“This would be a nice place to come with my girlfriend,” Jihoon says.

“It’s a pity you don’t have one.” You tease him, bumping his shoulder with your own.

Jihoon just rolls his eyes in response and you laugh softly, after your comment you both begin to talk about college and the things you’ve done since you saw each other last and as the conversation flows your head becomes slightly heavy so you decide to rest it on Jihoons shoulder, however almost as soon as your temple comes into contact with this hoodie its shaken off.

“I don’t want your cooties,” he tells you, a small frown on his face, you know he’s acting.

You sigh and shake your head but the two of you move on quickly as usual and carry on speaking. Ever since you became friends with Jihoon everything the two of you have done has been extremely playful and you don’t go a day without teasing each other, you love spending time with the boy because every moment is filled with laughter.

As you and Jihoon keep talking your conversation moves onto more serious topics and you learn a few more things about each other, the two of you speak about your hopes for the future, your deepest secrets and biggest fears. Sometime during the conversation your head made its way onto Jihoons shoulder again and this time he didn’t shake it off. Your conversation eventually comes to an end and you sit leaning against Jihoon comfortably as you both watch the sun rise.

The night you spent with Jihoon on the beach a few days ago has become a very fond memory for you, as much as you love the mischievous relationship you have with the boy its nice to have moments like that.

“Do you like him?” A friend asks you, their voice pulling your eyes away from Jihoon.

“What?” You ask, your mind is still focused on Jihoon and is taking a while to process the question. “Oh, no.” you shake your head.

“Are you sure?” They question with a small smile on their face.

“I’m sure.” You tell them.

You glance back over at Jihoon who is waiting for the coffee you all ordered, your brow furrows at the random question and it makes you think. You do like him and you are pretty sure you do a good job at hiding it so he doesn’t find out, which would be really awkward because you’re almost sure that he doesn’t like you.

“Why do you ask?” You question.

Your friend raises their eyebrows and Hyunsuk laughs from across the table, you sit staring at them waiting for an answer growing more confused as the time passes.

“Because he likes you.” Your friend tells you.

Your immediate reaction to her words is laughter, “no he doesn’t,” you chuckle out.

“You’re so dumb,” Hyunsuk mumbles.

You send him a glare and he just laughs at you again, “he does like you, y/n.” He says quickly before Jihoon arrives back at your table with the drinks.

“Thanks,” you mumble as you grab yours, and for the rest of the time you spend with your friends your mind is racing. The only thoughts that are going through your mind right now are of Jihoon.

“Are you okay?” Jihoon questions, “you’ve been spaced out all afternoon.”

He’s walking you back to your dorm and the two of you haven’t really spoken at all. You are completely disorientated by what Hyunsuk told you.

“Just confused.” You mumble.

“By what?” Your friend presses.

“Hyunsuk said something earlier,” you say, “it’s nothing.”

Jihoon stops walking when you answer him, this causes you to turn around to face him. You notice that his ears are slowly turning pink.

“Are you okay?” You ask, mimicking his tone from earlier.

The boy shakes his head gently and sends you a smile assuring you that he is fine, you’re not convinced but you don’t question him. Your brain is incapable of thinking of something cheeky to say about his blush because all you can focus on is Jihoon and the possibility of him liking you back.

The thought of Jihoon liking you has never crossed your mind, he has never said or done anything to lead you to think so. He treats you like a friend, nothing more, and that’s not a bad thing because you love being his friend. That’s why you can’t ruin what you have already by letting him know you like him.

Stopping in front of your dorm building you smile at Jihoon, “Thanks for walking with me.”

There are a few moments filled with silence, Jihoon is just staring at you not making any effort to answer.

“Hello?” You hum, waiting for an answer.

More time passes with the two of you just looking at each other, Jihoon with a blank stare and you with a confused one. You have no idea what has gotten into the boy, but you give up eventually, you let out a sigh and turn around so that you can walk into your building. Before you can take a step away you feel Jihoons hand grab your arm turning you back to face him.

“What the hell,” you grumble, you’re not angry just extremely confused.

Jihoon takes a deep breath and leans forward to place his lips against yours, the kiss is quick, but it starts a fire in your belly. He pulls away almost immediately which doesn’t give you any time to kiss him back, when you look at him you see that he is grinding his teeth slightly and his eyebrows are raised. You stare at him with a surprised expression before you come to the conclusion that he is worried about your reaction, its as if he’s waiting for you to scream at him or reject him.

Knowing that he is not going to kiss you again himself, you lift your head towards his and kiss him. Jihoon lets out the breath he has been holding and you feel him smile against your lips, he places one of his hands at the back of your head and his other makes its way to your waist so that he can pull your body flush against his.

When the two of you eventually break apart Jihoon mumbles, “thank god.”

“What?” You chuckle.

“I wasn’t sure how you were going to react,” he tells you, “when you said that Hyunsuk told you something I was sure he told you that I like you, I just wasn’t sure if you liked me back.”

“So, you kissed me.” You say and he nods, “instead of just asking me?”

“I got nervous,” he says softly shrugging his shoulders.

You laugh at him before pressing another kiss to his lips, “I’m really glad you did that.”

“I’m sure you are,” he jokes, “you would never have had the balls to do it yourself.”

You hit his upper arm and begin to defend yourself even though you know he is right.

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softieunnie · 4 years

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"one more time, i swear to God. say one more word and i'll hit your face!"

you were having a bad day since yesterday. your test results just came out and let's just say you didn't expect the results because you studied the whole week, barely having enough sleep. this morning, you rushed to get prepared to run your errands but because you slept late last night for moping around, the sound of your alarm clock wasn't even enough to wake you up.

you were currently walking with one of your bestfriends, kim junkyu. he accompanied you to run your errands and now, he was taking you to the amusement park.

right now he was just annoying you and making you feel even more bad. he has been teasing you nonstop and you didn't find it anywhere near funny. you looked at him and even felt more annoyed that the two of you were wearing denim, looking like a couple who planned to go out with matching oufits.

"it's not my fault that you didn't wake up early," junkyu huffed, getting irritated that you were taking out your frustrations on him.

you glared at him before walking a little bit faster, making sure you were walking ahead of him. but becase junkyu was so tall, it didn't take much for him to catch up to you. "hey, i'm sorry. i didn't mean to piss you off even more," he said softly.

it took you a moment before you stopped walking. you looked up at him, all the annoyance fading away in just a blink of an eye. "i'm sorry for getting mad at you for no reason at all. you're annoying 24/7 and i know it wasn't your intention to make me feel worse," you smiled.

"right, i'm just trying to make you feel better. maybe it's partly my fault for crossing the line," junkyu gave you a sheepish smile. you nodded your head, accepting his apology.

"let's just enjoy the rest of the day. i'll do better next time."

"i'm sure you'll do better. because that's who you are. you wouldn't be y/n if you didn't get back up after falling," the moment junkyu smiled at you, you felt your heart start to race a little bit faster than the usual. you quickly averted your gaze, hiding the blush that was threatening to appear on your cheeks. there was something about the way he smiled at you that made you feel warm on the inside.

and so that's what you did. you rode different rides together and let the day slip away. you laughed nonstop at how junkyu almost passed out when the two of you rode the ferris wheel.

you decided to ride the rollercoaster as the finale. you weren't afraid of heights but junkyu was. as you reached the top of rollercoaster, seconds before the big drop, he held your hand tightly and closed his eyes. you were sure he was saying a prayer of his own. and at that moment you knew. you were falling for him and you had no idea what to do next.

a/n: i hope everyone's doing well! ♡

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chocafe · 5 years

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— yedam as your boyfriend

pairing: boyfriend!yedam x reader a/n: thank you to the anon who requested a yedam scenario! i made this with the thought of you uwu. sorry if the ending is a little serious- i was listening to a playlist called “i’ll be fine without you” when i got to that part in the writing omfg. also can we all just talk about how good yedam looks in this gif?

yedam never planned on falling in love

he’s been trainee ever since he was a kid and he couldn’t ruin this opportunity by getting into a relationship

but when he met you

he couldn’t help, but to fall for you like a shooting star

all of yedam’s self composed songs are based off of you

black swan?

he wrote that back when didn’t have the courage to confess to you

to unleash his desire to be your boyfriend, he wrote that song

but ya’know the song didn’t help much because he still wanted to be yours and ended up confessing

kind of like how lara jean writes letters to the boys she has loved to help her get over her long crush for them

that’s yedam in this situation

it’s just that he writes songs

and instead of getting over you

he fell in love with you even more

ANYWAYS!

since this is the first relationship yedam has ever been in, he’s very cautious about everything

it’s not that his first thought is “muST BE CAUTIOUS!!!!! WE DONT KNOW THIS PERSON THAT WELL!!!! ERROR 404”

it’s just that he wants to make sure you’re fine with everything he does

he wants to always be on your good side and never wants to rub you off the wrong way

with that being said, at first, yedam used to always ask you for permission whenever he wanted to engage in skinship

“can i hold your hand?”

“can we cuddle?”

“can i kiss you?”

after a while, you got slightly annoyed because you wanted yedam to feel comfortable enough to do whatever he wanted to do

there was no need to ask for permission when you two were dating after all

“yedam, you don’t need to ask me if you can kiss me.” you lectured him. “we’re dating, so you can kiss me, hold my hand and cuddle me whenever you want to.”

you then leaned in and kissed yedam’s lips

you know

to teach him a lesson,,,,

“just like that! if i could abruptly kiss you then you could do the same whenever you want to. the time or location doesn’t matter at all.” your lips stretched into a smile as you ruffled yedam’s fluffy hair

as you finished up your mini lecture

yedam copied you and unexpectedly placed his hand on your waist, pulling you in closer to him, and then proceeded to kiss you

it wasn’t the first time you two have kissed

but you were shooketh

because this was the first time yedam has ever kissed you without asking beforehand

after you two were done kissing, you covered your mouth with your hand and then asked “what was that for?”

“well, you did say that i can kiss you whenever i want to for now on.” yedam broke out into a goofy laughter and then went back to kiss you some more

he’s a big fan of back hugs!!!

he would back hug you and rest his chin on your shoulder

the two of you would stand there and talk or the both of you would sway side to side

ever since the little ‘you don’t need to ask for permission’ incident, yedam came to love back hugs solely based on the fact that he does it to surprise you

he just hates back hugging junkyu lol

many of your dates occur at night time due to yedam’s busy schedule

the two of you usually stargaze while hanging out at the park

or you would both be at yedam’s dormitory

one time, while you were both cuddling, you accidentally fell asleep because yedam just felt so warm and soothing <333

as you were sleeping, yedam found you absolutely adorable as you clinged onto him

but there was one thing that was off

you were using yedam’s arm as a pillow and his arm became numb because of that

he didn’t want to move his arm because he was afraid that it would wake you up

but man… yedam was sure getting thirsty at that very moment too

[txt] yedam: doyoung

[txt] yedam: can you grab me a glass of water pls

[txt] doyoung: why can’t you get it yourself?

[txt] yedam: bc y/n fell asleep on my arm and i can’t wake them up uhhh

[txt] yedam: also my arm fell asleep too so i think i’m in a crisis

[txt] doyoung: omg youre so lame i hate u both

the next moment, doyoung walks in with a glass of water

but yedam is hushing him down at every footstep he took because he didn’t want doyoung to accidentally wake you up

in all honesty, you were so dead asleep that seunghun could be screaming in the same room and you’d probably wouldn’t wake up to that

you find yedam’s voice so dreamy

that he sings to you whenever he has the chance to

if you’re not able to meet in person, then he would call you and sing you to sleep through the phone

balancing training and school work can be quite hard

especially if you’re yedam who has a high percentage of debuting, so it’s either make it or break it

since yedam hasn’t been top of his school work lately

on some days, you come over to help him with his work

“come on, yedam! it’s not that hard to understand.” you nag at him while pointing at the math equation he is currently stuck on

“listen, i’m trying to become a singer- not some mathematician!”

“if you keep this up then you’re going to lose your spot as one of the top students in class! don’t you want some bragging rights?”

yedam rolls his eyes, out of frustration, and then rests his head on the desk

you poked yedam with a pencil, but he remained quiet and lifeless

“yedam,” you moved in closer to whisper into his ear “i’ll kiss you for every question you get right.”

yedam immediately brought his head up

he was ready to gET A 100% IF THAT MEANS HE COULD KISS YOU

this may explain why he’s still one of the top students, despite his schedule

he’s not really into pda, but he’s always down for skinship when there’s no one around you two

yedam is such an apologetic person

no matter what, he always feels sorry and feels as if he’s always in the wrong

you two don’t usually get in fights, but there was a moment where everything between you two almost came clashing down

“hey, is everything alright?” you questioned him

yedam smiles at every chance he gets, but this time, it was just different

he’s your boyfriend after all

so it was easy for you to detect how his mood has suddenly dropped that very day

“yeah, i’m fine. why wouldn’t i be?” yedam brushed off your question as if it was nothing

you were surprised by his cold response. “you’re not fine. i can see right through you. tell me, yedam, what’s wrong?”

you placed your hand on his shoulder, trying to give him reassurance that you’re hear to listen to him and his worries

instead, yedam took your hand off of him and kept a distance between you two

“don’t you ever think you’re better off with someone who’s better than me?” he mumbled underneath his breath

you were completely shocked by what was running through yedam’s head

“what are you talking about?” you asked once more

“think about it, y/n.” he began to explain his point. “we never have time to meet each other. we hang out once in a blue moon, and even though we go to the same school, we’re both in different classes, so we don’t even come across one another. there’s other boys out there that can give you the time and attention, and i just think you’re better off with them.”

you didn’t want to listen to what yedam had to say because it was far from how you thought of him and your guys relationship

“do you love me?” you interrupted and asked him a simple question

“of course i love you.” he slowly raised his head to look up at you

“then why would i be with someone else when i have you, someone who loves me just as much as i love them?”

you grabbed yedam and embraced him into a meaningful hug

“yedam, it will always be you.”

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heesgf · 5 years

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apollo. musician! hyunsuk au.

in which choi hyunsuk’s exterior is bright like apollo, and you skim beneath his surface.

plot: choi hyunsuk is a charming guitarist, and you’re tasked with reviewing his performance for your school’s journalism column.

word count: 3k

pairing: reader x choi hyunsuk

a/n: i’d like to dedicate this dreamy fic to my lovely suk biased mutuals/followers! might be one of my fav pieces ever... it’s a little new for me, but i hope u angels enjoy anyways!!!💞 i hope you’ll give it a chance, and ur support means everything to me!!! ｡：ﾟ(｡ﾉω＼｡)ﾟ･｡

warnings: choi hyunsuk being a flirty baby and lots!!! of pining!!! mostly fluff, but some angst here and there, underage drinking???

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Beneath the incandescent glow of sputtering stage lights, Choi Hyunsuk’s was the face that launched the yearning heart.

The perfect muse.

The boy clad in white chiffon garments, in gold and silver chains. With those hoops that hung loosely from his ears and shimmering pendant that so effortlessly framed his collarbone; in the same way those sunny locks of his hair did his eyes. It was the door to his sweet and everlasting gaze, to his soft and celestial smile.

On stage, there was an air of extravagance in the way he rummaged through his hair. The way he strummed long and taut fingers against the string of his guitar, a desperation in the twinkle of his eyes, and a mystery on his lips—a mystery you wished to solve with your lips against his, with your hands in that hair, and your grip fixed on his sparkling neck—he was the kind of boy that might inspire the statue David. Entice your aching soul, and make you want to sculpt his every curve in stainless marble. On stage, you swore he was like Apollo.

Off stage, you knew he was trouble.

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In your eyes, Choi Hyunsuk had always been kin with the sun.

Although now he stands before you in a cobalt gleam.

The yellowed hue of stage lights shines brightly onto the pale blue of his messy dress shirt, untucked and wrinkled. He sits alone on the cherry coloured wood, body coiled, and eyes glued to the scribbled pages of sheet music. It’s the way you see him wherever you turn; the way he seems to light up the darkness around him that makes you realize he looks so much more like the moon.

It’s then you understand the misconception, and it’s then you pull toward him; tidal waves to the empyrean sky.

You pull the camera hanging around your neck up toward your eyes, and feel the dampness of your palms against the pads of your fingers. The camera flashes when he looks up with an inquisitive glance, then he shoots you one of the those smiles. The kind that makes your knees weak. The kind that screams trouble.

“Like what you see?” He questions, eyebrows raised and gaze tender.

There is the soft rumble of jazz music droning somewhere in the distance, but it’s minute compared to the soft drawl of his voice, so much softer, and sweeter than you imagined.

You spare a glance at his beaming smile, then at the photograph on the dingy screen on of the camera. There’s a gasp in the back of your throat that yearns for release, and with a sharp cough from the chest, you ignore it. He is much more than alluring. Blonde hair that curls at the back of his neck, deep set eyes with chocolate coloured pupils. He is sweet like his voice, and he is much more than alluring. You look up from the photo and back to his eyes.

“No...” You ponder, scrunching your nose. “No, you’re blinking.”

His expression soon matches yours, and in a second, melts into another glorious smile.

“Guess you have to take a few more then, huh?”

The words are so simple, and yet, you can’t seem to shake the eruption of chills at the small of your back. His bottom lip is wedged between his teeth, and that’s when you give him a curt nod, turn your back, and walk away briskly, refusing to glance behind and absorb his bewildered expression.

“I’ll see you later?” He shouts after you, but you’re halfway out the auditorium door.

It’s when Choi Hyunsuk smiles. When his eyes are wide, and kind, in that mixture of confusion and amusement, that you understand he is neither the sun, or the moon.

He is much rather the cosmos.

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“I don’t trust him.”

Sitting on the campus coffee shop, you’re tossed between drinking the rest of your half melted iced caramel macchiato, and delving off into the serenity of the cafe’s decor. There are green potted plants at the base of every crystalline windowsill, and large-scale murals on the plane of every wall. You have half the mind to walk into one of those paintings. Kim Junkyu’s loud mouth brings you back.

“You.” He says vaguely before taking a swig of tea. “—don’t trust anybody.”

While you attempt to reply, there’s a knit in your forehead that tells you he might be right. You shoot him a concerned glance, then you bury your head in your hands.

“This piece is going to be awful.” You groan. But Junkyu takes it upon himself to flick you against the forehead, drawing your attention back to his stern expression.

“Listen, [Y/N]. Do you think I like spending my Friday nights watching sweaty Lee Byounggon play basketball? Let me answer that question for you: NO!”

The ferocity in his eyes makes your face twist in amusement, and you nod your head understandingly. Junkyu goes on.

“I do it because I like writing for the sport’s column. And you, are gonna be completely fine writing for Hyunsuk. He’s really not all that bad.”

You grimace. “But he’s such a flirt!”

“Being friendly never hurt anybody.” He argues, then he stifles a giggle. “Besides, I think you could learn a thing or two when it comes to flirting.”

“I will throw this hot tea at you, don’t test me!”

Junkyu playfully maneuvers his body away from you, though you simply roll your eyes in response. With a small jingle of the door, there’s an influx of bodies, and a strong gust of air that hugs tightly onto your skin. You’re still focused on using Junkyu’s tea as a weapon by the time his mouth parts in surprise. You don’t quite understand the mystified look in his eyes; that is, until you hear the gentle whisper of his name.

Suddenly, as if with the sweep of Spring air, he stands against the cafe’s greenery; against copious vines of growing plants and the plush expanses of verdant leaves—like walking art, Choi Hyunsuk seems to appear in a myriad of bustling colours.

You’d be lying if you said it didn’t take your breath away.

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He is better than art in that you can feel him.

His presence, as if some force in the ether has a divine clutch on your body, is absolutely mesmeric. There are more goose bumps on your arms, calves, thighs than you could possibly count, and a hesitation in the back of your mind that coats your thoughts thickly. It’s a clouded sense of worry, but now your eyes are closing in on him, and only him. He is calling to you in open silence, and it’s a sensation unlike any other; you almost don’t notice the creeping hand of Kim Junkyu, which wraps around your arm, pulls you upward, and then forward, toward him.

“Good luck.” Junkyu whispers into your ear, voice airy from the lull of gentle winds, sodden with excitement.

“I don’t want to.” You’re hissing back at him, but it seems it’s too late. Hyunsuk looks toward you with a dip between his forehead, and he stands by the rows of sugar packets in a way that’s far too picturesque. He drowns in the splendor of a plain white t-shirt, like satin between your fingertips, and you turn away before the feelings linger. He looks to you once more, this time with a fervent wave.

“It’s you.” He says brightly, lips perched in a small smile.

He is unnervingly gentle, magnificently striking.

You nod. “Uh yeah, I guess it’s me.”

“You’re the one writing my piece for journalism, right? Is it [Y/N]?”

Your name from his lips sends your heart into full bloom, and you think Kim Junkyu might be the worst friend you’ve ever had. You want to stay calm and collected, but the longer your mouth parts, the faster you realize the words won’t come out. You nod numbly at his inquiry, and groan inwardly at your frailty. His smile grows wider.

“I read your piece about the 101 Things not to do at a Basketball Game the other day, and I couldn’t put it down. You’re an amazing writer.”

You pause.

Then your rampant heartbeat slows.

You almost grin.

“Oh, I didn’t write that piece.”

His smile falters.

If there was a hulk of chains strapped to your chest when Hyunsuk first walked in, those very chains feel like they’ve unraveled. Perhaps they’ve now claimed refuge on the withering boy in front of you, whose lips purse in confusion, whose cheeks burn a dusty rose. Choi Hyunsuk is a smooth talker to say the least, but now, he is bashful, and the playing field seems even.

“Trying to talk your way into a good review?” You ask playfully.

“Depends.” He bites his lower lip and squints eye. “What do you value more? Flattery or humility.”

You look to the iced coffee that sits on your abandoned table. Kim Junkyu stands not too far away, avidly staring at a drink menu despite having ordered moments ago. You calmly take the drink into your hand, twirl the straw in your cup, and flash him the most candid look you can muster.

“How about… honesty?”

For a moment, he is silent.

Then he looks to you with a subtle sense of curiosity. There’s a hand running slowly through his hair, and a wild glint in his eyes; you can feel the thumping in your chest return once again.

“Honestly.” He breathes. “I think you’re breathtaking.”

You know you should say something. You know more than anything that you should say something. But you’re not sure where this boy ends and begins, not sure what lies past his even-tempered veneer, still, not sure if you can trust him.

“I-I’m sorry. Was that too forward?” The hand is back in his hair, and this time, it’s erratic. “Can we just, uh, start over?”

“Hmm, I don’t know.” You tease. “That was quite the first impression.”

Sunlight shines through the cafe’s wide paneled windows and straight onto Choi Hyunsuk’s perturbed face. Now, he tilts his head and knits an eyebrow, still a blinding smile on his lips, but he’s less animated, more perplexed.

“Good or bad?”

You scrunch your nose. “I’ll sleep on it.”

“You?” He repeats. “Thinking of me before you go to sleep? Yeah... yeah I can work with that.”

Choi Hyunsuk is nodding his head when you turn around to face the cafe’s double door entry. There is a pool of emotion that fosters in the depths of your soul, and still, you think it’s best to leave it untouched, to dissipate. But you’re still thinking of him when you push past the door. Still when the crisp morning air latches onto your barren skin. Still when the bright morning sun offers you warmth and comfort. He is more charming than you imagined.

You realize Choi Hyunsuk’s artistry isn't the only thing you should stay weary of.

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The first time you hear him play the guitar, you swear it’s the sweet sound of the lyre.

It echoes against the concrete walls of the music room, up to the high peaks of the ceilings, and back down again; cups at your ears and nestles in the cracks of your conscience.

It’s a sound you want to reach out and touch.

When he finishes, he looks to you for approval.

“You gonna play that at the showcase?” Your words come out in a breathy mumble, though you blame it on the rapid movement of his languid fingers, on the harmonious tune, on his rhythmic humming.

“Nah.” He says loosely. “Probably not.” He stands abruptly from his position on a music room chair, and places his guitar back onto its stand. “They like pop songs.”

“Who’s they?”

He shrugs. “The audience. I don’t usually play my own stuff.”

“Where’s the soul in that?”

It’s the way his face falls into itself that makes you think you’ve said the wrong thing, and suddenly, you feel a plummeting in the pits of your stomach; feels like your heart is sinking. An apology teeters at the tip of your tongue, but Hyunsuk looks back at you.

There is a tenderness in his face you’ve never seen. Sentiment.

You swear he’s never looked so beautiful.

“I guess...they don’t ever really wanna hear me, you know?”

You fight the urge to look at him with complete astonishment.

Never in your wildest dreams had you imagined a somber tone in Choi Hyunsuk’s speech. He is blinding rays of iridescent sunshine, toothy grins in boisterous hallways, jaunty cheers of joy and happiness—there is a complexity in his tone, vulnerability in his facade that now, more than ever, beckons for your attention.

You swear he’s never looked so beautiful. And he is far more hypnotizing when he tells the truth.

“I wanna hear you.” You reply bluntly, and your wonderment grows tenfold when you catch the uncertainty flashing through his eyes.

He grins down at his fingers, and when he looks up at you, he’s nodding his head.

“How about you let me take you out on a date?” He starts suddenly.

“How about you write me a song?”

His tongue darts out of his mouth to wet his pinkish lips, and then his eyes crinkle, along with the ghost of a small laugh. He nods his head again.

“You know, if you never give me a chance, you’ll never know what you’re missing. I could be the guy of your dreams.”

You spare Choi Hyunsuk a single glance, and it’s now that you acknowledge his close proximity. He sits across you, sparingly, on the music room’s wooden bench, with his eyes wandering. You catch his stare at your lips. You know that you should move, and yet, you find yourself looking deeper into his starry eyes.

“That’s what scares me.”

Choi Hyunsuk leans in to kiss you.

You rush out the music room door.

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The only part of Lee Byounggon’s beach party that isn’t swarming with drunken teenagers is the downstairs balcony.

From the comfort of your stranded lawn chair, you can hear the remnants of Kim Seunghun’s beer pong game, and the shouts of your friend Park Jihoon, who has everyone convinced he can freestyle to Eminem’s ‘Rap God’. (You smile to yourself knowing that he can’t.)

The night sky, speckled with gleaming stars, cowers over the small area in a cool toned haze. You are sipping on the watery mixture of orange liqueur and soda in your cup when the clumsy body of a tipsy Choi Hyunsuk barrels through the balcony doors.

“You’re here!” He clamors, sliding into the chair next to you and lying roughly against the chair’s upward slope. You find yourself leaning into his embrace, his touch, his warmth; and the brush of his fingers against your bare back is almost sobering.

“Y-Yeah, I’m here.” It’s a stutter when you first speak, but you can’t bother putting in the effort. Speaking with Choi Hyunsuk makes you want to stutter and the ease alcohol procures strips you down to your true self; it feels better this way. Much, much better.

“Thinking hard?” His head clumps down onto your shoulder. Silken strands of his hair skim the sensitive skin on your shoulder, your arm is ridden with goose bumps, but you stay put. This time, not pulling away. Instead, you lower your head alongside his, and you wonder if he can feel your heartbeat pulsating in your temple.

“Not really.” Your reply is absent minded, and he releases a vibrant giggle.

“Where’s the soul in that?” He repeats mockingly, and now, you start giggling too. “Seriously, [Y/N]. What’s your story? You’re always searching for answers with me. It’s my turn.”

There’s a creeping sensation at the base of your neck. And you wonder how long he’s carried that thought, and how much longer it must’ve taken to muster the courage, and release it. Your mind is blank, and your body quivers, although the warmth he provides is mollifying. Your lips are more relaxed than you would’ve thought.

Your forehead pinches. “I don’t really have one.”

“Bullshit.”

You bite your lip.

“School... Family... Love.” He continues. “What’s your story?”

“Love.” You start shakily, whispering into the crown of his head. “Love is hard. I-It’s scary. Unreliable. I-I don’t like feeling that way.”

Through the falling strands of your hair, you can feel his gaze fixed up at you. You cannot meet his eyes; you’re staring straight up at the moon, still so bold and resilient. Qualities you wish you could mirror.

“I disagree.” He mumbles. A raw pitch in his voice that dries the moistness in your sweltering eyes. You look down.

“Yeah?”

“I-I think when you’ve found the right person, loving them is easy.”

It’s half past midnight when you push your hands onto Choi Hyunsuk’s broad chest, and half past your breaking point when you wrap yourself in his embrace, and press your lips vehemently against his.

It’s half past his grandest dream when Choi Hyunsuk closes the balcony door behind.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Choi Hyunsuk is most heavenly when his nose is bumping into yours, and his lips soothe over in batches of giggly kisses.

By now, you have your hands tangled in wavy locks of his messy hair, and your thumb is pressed firmly on the smooth curve of his jaw. It’s then that you cradle the cusp of his face and skim over the tan skin of his neck. He is kissing sloppily onto your lips, and then at your cheeks, and when you turn your face into the crook of his neck, he places more at the base of your exposed collarbone. You breathe deeply into his sultry skin, and it’s a mixture of fading ocean water, and the sweet smell of vanilla.

Weeks spent swearing Choi Hyunsuk is art reach their peak in this moment; because now, you know that he is.

When his lips lose their fervor, and his body clumps onto yours, together you travel to the neighbouring living room and lie instinctively on the couch.

Choi Hyunsuk is most heavenly when you’re falling asleep to the gentle thumping of his heartbeat.

You are most heavenly when you place sleepy kisses on his rounded cheeks.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

If sound had colour, you think Choi Hyunsuk’s morning voice is misty baby blue.

A sound that’s as soft as the sky at daybreak, and as wistful as the distant moon, barely visible in the nomadic sky. There is a rasp in the centre of his chest, and a soreness of the throat that seems to melt away with a few kisses. Radiant morning light spills into the disheveled room, like snowy milk into freshly brewed coffee, and you bask in the comfort it provides. Hyunsuk has an arm wrapped firmly around your waist, and another, perched tentatively at your blushing cheeks. He runs the back of his fingers over the patches of scarlet red, and as if to take the heat away from your face, murmurs into your fingers.

“Wish me luck tonight.”

Begrudgingly, he moves his body upward, and you, along with it. He broadens, as if to stand up and straighten his wrinkled clothing, prepare for the big day ahead, but with a sudden spur of your tightly woven heartstrings, you grasp tightly onto his wrist, and face him with glossy eyes.

“You won’t need it.” You say onto the warmth of his skin. A timid grin makes its way onto his lips, and you wonder how it tastes.

You pull him back onto the couch.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Choi Hyunsuk greets the stage with the blinding luminescence of his acoustic guitar.

There, under those sputtering stage lights, you recognize a new found fluidity in his presence; a sentiment in his eyes that is much deeper than the likes of his flawless exterior. It is the sheer rawness of his performance, the subtle melody of instruments, the deep lyrics of the soul, the voice of silver and gold; these things, amplified for the room to hear—not just to spectate, but to absorb.

On stage once more, there is an air of extravagance in the way he rummages through his hair, the way he strums long and taut fingers against the string of his guitar, a desperation in the twinkle of his eyes, and a mystery on his lips—a mystery you continually solve with your lips against his, with your hands in that hair, with your grip fixed on his sparkling neck—Choi Hyunsuk is the kind of boy that might inspire a change from within. Entice your aching soul, and make you want to become the version of yourself that lives in faraway lands, lives in glorious dreams. On stage, you swore he was like Apollo.

Off stage, you knew he was something deeper.

You greet Hyunsuk backstage, when his performance is long over, but the crowd still cheers in his radiant memory. You first wrap your arms tightly around his neck, then push his guitar to the side, and pull his face downward. For a moment, you simply stare. He is dreary eyed and heavy breathed and he’s looking at you with such fondness; you gulp in the back of your throat and blink away the tears.

“I’m guessing that was worthy of a good review?”

You smack his chest, and with a playful roll to the eyes, pull toward him at full speed; your lips hovering over his teasingly.

“Just kiss me, you moron.”

His lips meet yours in a kiss you’ve imagined a hundred times, and still, it knocks the wind out of your lungs. You lunge deeper. And deeper. And deeper; into him.

Over the time that you’ve known him, Hyunsuk had been the boy delved deep in his persona, overpowered by public pretense. But it is now that you understand Choi Hyunsuk has galaxies of emotion. Now that you understand, he may never have been the sun, nor the moon, but rather, someone that made you feel; made you learn. The touch of his lips against your cheek, the song of his soul mending the loosened strings of your heart; it’s now that you strike a divine realization in its own right;

Choi Hyunsuk’s love is cosmic.

And you love him to the moon and back.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

hello lovely angels, thank u for taking ur time out to read this!!!💖💖 i know it can be a bore to read at times, but i hope u enjoyed for the most part, because i genuinely loved writing it :’)) some of my fav imagery yet <33 as always, feedback is appreciated!!!! (pls///!)

#choi hyunsuk #treasure 13 #ygtb scenario #silverboysnet #ygtb #hyunsuk #treasure 13 scenario #yg #yg treasure box #hyunsuk scenario

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jichew · 5 years

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sun&moon ; choi hyunsuk

genre: slow burn, slight angst

words: 1k

summary: in which choi hyunsuk is the sun and you are the moon and your paths were never destined to cross

alternatively; in which choi hyunsuk is not the sun and you are not the moon, simply two kids too afraid to fall in love

songs to listen to while reading: sun&moon - nct127

noise - jung jinwoo

a piece of work - villain

a/n: hello my loves! it’s been a while since I've posted, and this is nowhere near my best work. but, I wrote it on a whim last night after watching kimi no na wa and while I don’t think I executed my ideas as well as I could have, it’s still something. again, feedback (including correcting my grammar ik it sucks) is always welcomed! i hope you all enjoy! (just for reference, the switch between past and present tense is on purpose) (also props to whoever gets the john green reference lmao rip) (also wtf this gif of hyunsuk is so hot don’t mind me while I s c r e a m)

you fell in love with choi hyunsuk the way the sun sets in the evening sky. at first it’s blinding and you can’t quite see. then it’s a blaze of colors - hues of pink and vibrant purple that seem to burst onto the pavement below. and suddenly it’s pitch black. a silent whisper between the sun and the moon. and when you look up, the sky is bathed in stars.

;

the sun was blinding.

the first time you met choi hyunsuk, you found him intriguing. he was attractive for a fifteen year old, but his stature held an arrogance that didn’t quite match his height.

he was something of a spectacle. too bright and showy for your taste. almost like the sun, you thought to yourself. you had never cared much for the sun. it was blinding and intrusive and too much of it turned your skin a raging red. the sun was hot and sticky and unpleasant at best. yet, when you first made eye contact with choi hyunsuk, you couldn’t help but feel that you didn’t mind the sun.

;

the sky burst into a fiery blaze of colors.

you were seventeen when you first kissed choi hyunsuk. you were seventeen and pushed against the marble countertops of the bathroom sink. you were seventeen and you didn’t care because choi hyunsuk was kissing you and you liked it. you’re not quite sure whose bathroom you were in. you’re not quite sure whose house you were in either. but what you were sure of was the fact that choi hyunsuk was kissing you.

his arms caged you in on either side. his skin looked like honey from where you stood and you restrained yourself from reaching out and trailing your finger down his biceps. judging by the thin veins running down the length of his forearms, you deduced he worked out. you hate that you found that attractive. funny enough, you can’t find it in yourself to hate him.

It wasn’t the type of kisses you saw in the romance movies you watched in middle school. It was inexperienced and messy and remnants of his saliva had dried on your chin. But his hands were soft as they trailed along your arms, goosebumps forming in their wake. And his lips, while chapped, seemed softer. and as he bunched the cloth of your sundress in his fists, lips making their way down your neck, you decided that you liked the sun.

it was a game of truth or dare. you wondered if there was any truth in his kisses.

;

suddenly it’s pitch black

choi hyunsuk was the sun. his presence mimicked such; needing not invitation yet welcomed with open arms. he was an aura of warmth and brightness. a splatter of yellow on an otherwise blank canvas.

choi hyunsuk was the sun, but you didn’t like the sun. you were reserved and shy and a room without your presence was a room nonetheless. you ate your dinner in the dark and you preferred spending your friday nights in bed. you were plain and you were content. but choi hyunsuk was up in the sky and you were down on the ground.

so, you ignored him. you ignored his phone calls and you ignored his texts and you refused to spare him a glance as you entered your shared classes. sometimes it was hard and you resisted the urge to let your eyes wander to where he was already staring back.

and perhaps, you think to yourself, such is why you will never be with choi hyunsuk. because he is the sun and you are the moon, and your paths were never destined to cross.

;

the sky is bathed in stars.

it’s almost three in the morning when you realize you love choi hyunsuk.

it’s three in the morning and you can’t quite think straight, but you know you love him. you know that every fiber of your being yearns to touch him, to be close to him, to feel any part of him beneath the skin of your fingertips. and you find yourself running. clad in sweatpants that are too loose and a t-shirt that’s too thin for the fifty degree weather. you’re running and your feet are slamming against the ground and you think you might fall and scrape your knee but you continue running. because all that you can think of is choi hyunsuk.

and by the time you reach his front lawn, he’s already there. bathed in the dimly lit light of his front porch, you can’t help but think he’s never looked more beautiful than now. you stare at him in a moment of silence. he stares back.

twilight. in which neither the sun nor the moon exist. a complete silence coats the world around you. the only people that exist are you and him. because choi hyunsuk is not the sun and you are not the moon, but you are simply two star crossed lovers who were too blind to see what was in front of them.

and suddenly he’s kissing you. something not quite fervent nor passionate. but sweet and slow. lips intermingle with lips in a slow dance of love and longing. and as his lips travel from yours to the skin of your neck, you can’t help but think you would steal all the stars in the sky just to be with choi hyunsuk.

;

you fell in love with choi hyunsuk the way the sun sets in the evening sky; slowly, then all at once.

#don't let this flop!!#pls I'm struggling #hyunsuk #choi hyunsuk #ygtb #yg treasure box #treasure 13 #hyunsuk imagine #choi hyunsuk imagine #hyunsuk scenario #choi hyunsuk scenario #ygtb imagine #ygtb scenario

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mirohed · 5 years

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kim seunghun | love me, love me not

pairing: kim seunghun + gender neutral reader

wc: 3.7k

genre: hanahaki au + angst

synopsis: daffodils represent unrequited love. is that why you keep coughing them up?

warnings: implications of suggestive content, descriptions of illness (and mention of surgery), mention of alcohol

playlist: love me, love me not.

a/n: happy birthday to me!! im glad i finally got to finish and post this (its,,, been in my wips since at least february LMAO) !! they prob wont read this but i wanted to thank my irls for dealing w me and my kpop bullshit (esp bc none of them stan ygtb 😔)

It's getting worse.

Your knuckles turn white, gripping the porcelain of the toilet. Tears and blood alike fall into the bowl, disturbing the gentle peace of the water. You pound at your chest, the action causing you to hack up yellow daffodil petals stained suspicious red. It's a monotonous process at this point. Pound. Cough. Pound. Cough. Repeat until the damned coughing stops.

It takes ten minutes before you return to normal. Or at least as normal as you can get. You got lucky this time.

You watch the petals spiral downward into the gaping hole in the toilet and get flushed away.

Being with Seunghun wasn't always accompanied by a tightness in your chest and petals tickling your throat.

june 19, 2005; 2:52 PM.

"I wanna grow up," you had grumbled, your hands squeezed around the chains of the swingset. You and Seunghun had been riding your bikes for the first time since getting the training wheels off. You had sped down a hill ("First one down’s a rotten egg!") and lost control, falling off and scraping your knee on the pavement. He rushed you to your parents' house, supporting your weight with an arm around your waist. The two of you had settled for playing on the swingset in your backyard instead.

"Me too," he said. "I think." He'd been rocking forward and backward on the swing, eyes focused on the blades of grass underfoot.

"You think?"

"I don't know." You stayed silent, trying to gain as much height as possible with your uninjured leg. "I don't wanna grow up and stop being friends." That got you to stop right in your tracks, your leg planted on the ground.

"What?" You sent an incredulous look his way. "Why would we stop being friends?"

He had let go of the swing, his hands finding his lap. "Some of the older kids stopped being friends when they grew up," he mumbled. "I don't wanna stop being friends, but neither did they..."

You got off the swing, limping over to him and wrapping Seunghun in the biggest hug your six-year-old arms could muster.

"We're gonna be best friends forever. Don't forget that."

"Best friends forever." If he wrapped his arms tighter around you then, you didn’t pick up on it.

[09:54 PM] huniebee🐝: i had fun today :^))

[09:54 PM] huniebee🐝: i wanna adopt a puppy!!

[09:55 PM] huniebee🐝: will you promise to help me take care of it

You brighten as the messages come in, your phone's vibrations distracting you from the way your throat clogs.

[09:56 PM] you: ofc

[09:56 PM] you: well be the best puppy parents the worlds ever seen

[09:57 PM] huniebee🐝: wait i need to send the pics from the pet shelter

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You save each picture, cooing over the puppies you got to meet. This time, you only get a precious few minutes of relative clarity before things get too distracting to ignore. You return to the bathroom with a resigned sigh that devolves into a fit of coughs.

You cough and retch and cough some more. By the time you're done, there are less petals and more blood in the toilet bowl. Your chest still feels full of something you can't quite spit out.

Then you hack up something new: a bloody stem with wet flowers still attached.

There's nothing left to do but cry, your whole body wracked with pain both physical and emotional.

august 29, 2011; 3:15 PM.

"Today was fun," you said, making yourself right at home on Seunghun's bed. Your new backpack hadn't lasted more than a couple minutes in his house before getting neglected on his carpet. Your best friend hummed in acknowledgement, already sitting at his desk with his workbook out. "I'm glad we got to meet some new people," you continued, "but that Hyunsuk guy? Seems like a major pain in the ass."

"Give him a chance."

"I know, I know. I will. But still," you huffed, “it was his first day too. No need to act like a know-it-all."

"I know. But it's the first day. Maybe he'll even himself out with time."

The conversation ended there, and you spent some time staring at his ceiling fan, the blades going round and round in a big, beautiful blur. Before long, you had grown bored, looking over at him only to see his pencil flying across the paper.

"Hey. Let's go to the mall and get pretzels." Seunghun spun around to face you, a foot stopping his chair from going too far.

"Sure," he gave a placid smile. "Do your work first."

You groaned as loudly as you could, sounding much like a petulant child straight out of elementary school. (Which was more or less the truth, but you thought you were better than that.) After a few minutes of uninterrupted whining and failing to get Seunghun to break, you spoke up. "Why do I need to do my work? You're Mr. Hardworking, Mr. Teacher's Pet."

"We're in middle school now," he had said, and you remember thinking you were in for a long lecture, "and pretty soon, we're gonna have to go to high school and take entrance exams and decide which university we want to go to and..." He averted his gaze, put down his pen. "We need to start growing up."

"We're still young," you reasoned, sitting up and letting your legs dangle off the side of his bed. "If anything, this is our time to experience things and, you know, make mistakes before we become adults!"

He was silent for a few long, agonizing moments, long enough to make you think you'd won. The pretzels were within reach; all you had to do was ask for them.

"I call a compromise."

Shit. Compromises were common in your friendship. Seunghun was always a little too good at stopping you from making stupid decisions. The worst part was that you could never argue with them. "We go to the mall to get pretzels—my treat—if, and only if, you do your work. We don't go until we're both finished. Deal?"

You opened your mouth, determined to pick the proposal apart, but his reasoning was (unpleasant, yet) bulletproof. Instead, you reached for your backpack with a heavy sigh. "First of all, fuck you. Second of all," you said, tugging your own workbook out, "you're impossible."

"I know. Do your work."

"Fine."

The math problems had been difficult, definitely harder than you were used to, but doable. If anything, the greasy mall pretzels that were way too salty to be healthy made it all worth it.

Seunghun gets understandably very worried when you text him from the hospital, but he comes to see you nonetheless. In his arms is a bouquet of daffodils.

"They symbolize friendship," he says, setting it down on the table next to you. You stare at the pristine yellow petals and flatten your lips in a tight smile. How ironic, you think, that he doesn't know they also symbolize unrequited love.

"The doctors wouldn't tell me why you're here. Classified information, they said." That much is true; nor much is known about the disease outside of shitty romance movies with unrealistically happy endings. Seunghun always believed in them. You never did.

You don't think your story's gonna have a happy ending.

You didn't want him to know anyway, lest he worry. (And you don't want to think about what would happen to your friendship if he found out he was the cause of it all.) "You don't have to tell me," he begins, sitting himself down on one of those rigid hospital chairs, "I just wanna know if it's bad. Like, well...you know.” He lowers his voice to a whisper. “Terminal."

"Like if I'm gonna die?"

"Yeah," he rubs the nape of his neck, a bit abashed, "more or less."

"I don't know. Sure hope not," you chuckle. That brings on a coughing fit, and Seunghun looks on, brows knit together. He moves close to offer what little comfort he can, but you hold your hand up to stop him; having him near will only make things worse.

Petals threaten to spill out of your mouth, and panic bubbles in your chest when he asks if you're okay. Your doctor, bless her, chooses that moment to enter. She shooes him out "to speak to you in private." Seunghun, to his credit, obliges and flashes you a smile and a thumbs-up as he goes. You try to mirror his expression (and hope your smile isn't more of a grimace).

The door closes behind him with a soft click. "Friend of yours?" the doctor asks.

You spit the blood-stained petals into your hand, your doctor graciously looking the other way as you toss them into the trash. "You could say that."

october 4, 2013; 5:11 PM.

You tugged at your clothing, feeling more than a little uncomfortable as you waited for your best friend to show up. The DJ, a former student, was already hard at work inside the gym. You heard the bass-boosted beginning of the Cupid Shuffle and shot a frantic text to Seunghun.

[05:11 PM] you: holy shit theyre playing the cupid shuffle can you PLEASE hurry up

[05:12 PM] you: idc if this is our first homecoming you better get your ass over here

[05:12 PM] huniebee🐝: give me like two minutes!!

[05:12 PM] you: THE SONGS GONNA BE OVER IN 2 MIN

"Are you waiting for Seunghun?" Hyunsuk had asked, tie already loosened. You two had gotten close—not as close as you and Seunghun, of course—this year as a result of having classes together. You wondered why you ever hated him.

"Yeah. He won't be too late, thank God, but I'm pissed we're missing the Cupid Shuffle. What about you? I remember you bragging all week about 'flexing your dance skills in front of the ladies.' Or are you all talk, as usual?"

"You know, it's almost like you don't want me to wait with you."

You had laughed, knocking your shoulder into his. The chatter kept up for a minute or two before he made his leave. ("Well, it's time for me to flex my dance muscles in front of the seniors," he chuckled, giving you a salute as he walked off.)

"I'm here! God, I can't believe I missed the Cupid Shuffle," Seunghun said, head hung low. You began to feel a little self-conscious; you were feeling out of place in your semi-formal outfit, yet he looked right at home in his dress shirt.

Chasing those thoughts away, you grinned. "You're here now, aren't you? Come on." You took his hand and dragged him into the gym.

You don't talk to Seunghun or to Hyunsuk after that. You're not sure if you should tell Hyunsuk about the whole situation when he texts you. Seunghun must have told him something was up, of course, and he's insightful enough, sensitive enough (when he wants to be), but you worry. You're afraid he'll open his big mouth. Instead, you send a few messages to your best friend.

[04:29 AM] you: hey

[04:29 AM] you: i just wanted to say in advance that im sorry

[04:29 AM] you: im so so sorry for everything ive done and for what im about to do

There's one last message in the text box, daring you to send it. "I'm sorry I love you," you whisper instead, deleting the message before you do something you’ll regret. To seal the deal, you tap through a few menus until you reach his contact. The picture you've assigned to him is one you took; he's about to take a big bite of cotton candy bigger than his head.

With a heavy heart (though you hope it’s just the weight of the daffodils in your chest), you block his contact. It's better this way. It has to be.

Your doctor said you could get rid of the thick, thorned vines with a vicegrip around your heart and lungs, could pluck the flowers that threaten to spill out at the mere thought of your best friend.

The biggest side effect of it all, she told you, was that you'd forget all about Kim Seunghun. So you steel yourself.

The last thing you think about before they insert the thin needle of anesthesia in your veins is Seunghun's smile, and how you'll never see it in person again.

And how even if you did, you wouldn't remember it as the grin from the boy you love.

october 4, 2013; 9:16 PM.

The frenetic strobe lighting in the gym slowed to a stop, having been replaced with a spotlight making lazy rounds through the gym.

You knew that marked the beginning of a slow song, and dragged Seunghun off the floor in search of some punch. He seemed to have different plans, tugging you back on the floor and pulling you flush against him.

"Where are you going?" he had asked. "You're the one who wanted to dance the night away." His hands found your waist, yours instinctively folding behind his neck. You had wanted to say something about how that claim was void now; he was the one that made you miss the Cupid Shuffle, but the words get extinguished when you look at him.

It was just like that time you practiced in fifth grade, but you swore there was something different about tonight and the way you swayed. You thought back to your practice session in fifth grade, how you had stepped on each other's feet, how you spent the whole time laughing. (For the record, it wasn't for any lack of balance; you started it, laughing as he cried out before he stomped on your toe.)

There was no laughing during the song. Everything was vibrant and deafening and there all at once. But at the same time, it was like everything had been stripped away. Everything but you and Seunghun.

Things changed after that. You were left with a dizzying, free-fall sort of feeling that picked up with each glance at your best friend. Almost every butterfly in the world was taking current residency in your stomach, making you feel light as your body moved to the music. Before long, there was something lodged at the back of your throat, nudging its way forward.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick," you said, a particularly heavy cough bringing the mysterious lump to your mouth.

Running your tongue along the smooth texture of the lump (okay, so not phlegm), you spat the offending object into the sink: a single yellow petal, coated in saliva.

You blinked.

Blinked again.

"Oh, what the fuck," you muttered, unlocking your phone. One quick Google search later—why the fuck am i coughing up flowers—you found an answer.

Flora mortem. You were loath to believe WebMD, of all things, but you found yourself tapping the link regardless. There was another term for the rare disease: Hanahaki.

Revising your search query was a mistake. The first result was the "hanahaki" tag on Tumblr, which showed nothing but models with tears in their eyes and bloodied flowers in their mouths. Yikes.

You made your way back to the party after that, but lingering in the back of your mind was the cause of the disease: a severe case of unrequited love.

There is only one definite cure for Hanahaki Disease: having the object of the afflicted's affections return their feelings.

You almost manage to purge the petal and the stupid WebMD page from your mind for the rest of the night.

Almost.

You wake up hours later. It's a little disorienting, sure, to come to with little memory of what landed you in the hospital. You peek under the oversized hospital gown to see bandages over your chest, get tempted to rip the IV drip from your arm. The doctor comes in right before you make a move on the needle. She tells you all about how the flowers in your lungs are gone for good.

"You're saved. But the final test," she says, pulling a phone from her pocket, "is this. Do you recognize the people in this picture?"

You recognize yourself next to a boy you don't know. His hand's around your waist, pulling you close. You wear matching grins. Given the way you're both dressed, you suspect the picture's from your freshman year's homecoming dance. Weird. Memory's kinda fuzzy from that night.

"Yeah. Myself. I don't know the other guy. Am I supposed to?"

"No. You're not. Congratulations," she smiles, placing a hand on your shoulder. "You're cured."

You look through all the old messages and pictures when you have some time to yourself. You reach out for the memory, the feeling of knowing Kim Seunghun. You get nothing, and while your brain knows something's wrong, you're more concerned about being able to breathe easy.

You move to a new city, far, far away from the place you grew up in. You finish your last year of high school, get a job, start college. You make new memories with new people. You forget all about Kim Seunghun.

It gets easy to forget that you weren't born with the ugly faded red scars that run up and down your chest. It's your only remaining tie to the man you loved so much you almost let yourself wither away. You think it's a good thing you cut him off; why stick around, why force yourself to suffer, for someone who doesn't love you back? Why be with someone if it physically hurts to stay by their side?

But sometimes you wonder. What happened? What happened to him after his best friend walked out of his life for good with no explanation?

Those days are never good. You distract yourself then, often with the familiar kick of alcohol burning in the back of your throat. You've never been much of a drinker, but you figure it's never too late to start.

Sometimes, the distraction comes from being in the arms of another.

(One of your favorite distractions, a young man named Byounggon, had run his fingers along the angry lines one night, jotting them down in his map of your body.

"Do you regret it?" he asked then, eyes half-lidded with drowsiness. You cupped his cheek, ran a thumb along the planes of his face.

"I wouldn't be here if I regretted it, now would I?" He let the corners of his mouth turn up just so, pressing his lips to yours.

You don't talk to him much nowadays, your interactions reduced to likes on Instagram, views on Snapchat. He's moved to a bigger city. "More opportunities," he said. You keep up with his dream of being a musician, always. There was a time when you were his number one supporter, after all.)

"Will that be all?" the cashier asks, jotting your order on the plastic cup. When you nod, he asks for your name. He jots that down too.

But then his eyes widen and he looks at you with renewed interest. "I'm sorry?"

"Is there a problem?" you asks, peering at your name (spelled correctly) on the cup. His eyes search for an answer within yours, some sort of explanation you can't seem to give. He averts his gaze, shakes his head, places your cup in the queue of orders.

"I'm sorry," he says. "Just thought you were someone I knew. Have a nice day." You parrot the phrase, catching a glimpse of the young man's name tag.

Seunghun, it reads in cheerful yellow. There's a doodle of a puppy in the top right corner. You think it's rather cute.

Two weeks later, you meet Seunghun again. This time, you're out for a morning jog. The crisp autumn air greets you as your feet meet the pavement and let out a satisfactory crunch under the burnt orange leaves on the sidewalk.

You both get stopped at the crosswalk, waiting for the light to change. While you catch your breath, you don't miss the way he flinches, as though he didn't expect you to show up. He schools his expression into something friendly within no time, and you wonder if you imagined the whole thing.

"The weather's nice, isn't it?"

"It is," you pant. "On your way to work?" He raises a hand to tug at the strap of his backpack with a small smile.

"Yeah. You should come by, give us business," he grins. "On mornings like this, I recommend the hazelnut latte." You hum in agreement, not yet recovered enough to converse. "Tell you what, you come and get one when I'm working, I'll make sure it's on the house."

"Really? Maybe I'll swing by." The light changes, and you leave Seunghun behind, waving goodbye as you do.

You come in later that day, ordering a hazelnut latte as promised. Seunghun's manning the register, same as two weeks ago, and when he takes everything down, he smiles. You miss it as you pay, but there's something extra on your cup.

As you take a sip of the (delicious; his coworker Yedam must be some sort of brewing prodigy) latte, you catch a glimpse of the extra writing.

Along the side of the cup is his phone number.

[10:58 PM] seunghun!: more than anything i want to adopt a puppy

[10:59 PM] seunghun!: or rather another one

[10:59 PM] seunghun!: i named this one after an old friend

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The picture of Seunghun and his dog brings a smile to your face. You've been spending more time with him recently, whether it be going on coffee runs ("Are you sure you're not just using me for my employee discount?") or complaining about life as a broke college student ("My card got declined trying to buy a bag of chips last night...").

It's nice. Spending time with him is...nice.

It's more than a simple distraction, somebody to hold close on nights your decisions try to haunt you. It’s friendship, something to hold onto when you lose your way in the dense forest of your mind and to cherish when you manage to make it to a clearing and bask in the sunshine.

You've caught a cold recently (probably from that bastard Seo Changbin in your communications class). Seunghun's given you some homemade tea, swearing on its usefulness. It certainly tastes good, the sweet honey chased by tangy lemon. Unfortunately, the tea isn't able to stop the persistent cough you've been plagued with.

Feeling phlegm start to come up, you turn the bathroom lights on, hacking it up and spitting into the sink.

Huh. That's weird.

There's no phlegm.

The only thing in the sink is a single golden petal, coated in saliva.

#seunghun scenario #seunghun imagine #seunghun angst #kim seunghun scenario #kim seunghun imagine #kim seunghun angst #ygtb scenario #ygtb imagine #ygtb fluff #yg treasure box scenario #yg treasure box imagine #yg treasure box angst #seunghun #ygtb #ari.doc #ariweek 2019 #c9boyz

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renjunvinates · 5 years

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I’m Sorry Pt.1

It’s been a while since I’ve posted something, so here you go… Thank you for reading this quick short scenario aha.

Characters: Park Jihoon (ygtb) x You

Length: 817

Genre: Angsty angst…

NOTE: Sorry for inconvenience but there is a part 2! But it’s in my master list due to Tumblrs stupid bug.

Whispers were coming from the lunchroom when Jihoon entered, everyone heard about your guys break up. Everyone thought Jihoon was the one who broke your heart, and who made you feel miserable, when really it was you who broke his heart. You sat at the table eating your fries, your friends saw you and sat down too, and started whispering about Jihoon. “Oh my god, he showed up today”, “Why is he here? Doesn’t he know he broke our (Y/N)’s heart”, you ignored all the whispers from your friends and continued eating until one girl said something, “wow I guess the rumors were true, Jihoon was nothing but a bad boyfriend”. Your ears perked up and you immediately got up and slapped her face. “Jihoon is not a bad boyfriend, don’t you ever dare say that again,” You said. Everyone looked at you shocked and confused, while Jihoon looked at you with his puffy red eyes, you could tell he cried alot yesterday. You looked away when you made the eye contact and you left the lunchroom with tears strolling down, with the constant repeated phrase, “I’m sorry,”.

It’s not that Jihoon was a bad boyfriend, he was the greatest boyfriend ever, Jihoon was the best thing you could ever ask for. A best friend, but also a boyfriend, it was the best thing you could ever have, but was it something you deserve? He was literally everything you could ever asked for, he spoiled you, he joked around with you, he did everything for you, everything he did was for you and you loved it, but hated it because you could never give anything back in return like he did. You hated how everyone thought Jihoon was the villian and thought he was the worst boyfriend who broke your heart, but the reality was it was you who broke his heart. Jihoon was so caring, he was always smiley, always making sure you were happy, always made sure you eat, and pushed you towards success, he was just too perfect for you.

Everything ended when you decided to call it a quits, Jihoon kept begging and asking why you wanted to quit, he kept blaming himself, assuming he wasn’t enough for you. Jihoon you were always enough. It was me who was never enough, I wished that I could be enough for you, but everything you did for me, I could never because I was always restricted. You were someone I never deserved but I still loved you and wanted you. Jihoon you always deserved better. I was lacking and you weren’t, I was incapable of keeping up, unlike you, always were striving for success. You were my everything, the best person I could ever ask for, but you were someone I just never deserved, because I knew I was never going to be enough. It was best to find someone else better. Jihoon-ah I’m sorry.

After leaving the lunchroom, there was no point going to class, so you ditched and went home crying in your room. You hated showing people that you were sad and crying. Everyone thought you were okay, and you didn’t care. Truth be told, you cared WAY too much, and you weren’t okay. You just despised showing people your weak side, no one wants to be around a sad sobbing girl. Your friends messaged you and asked where you were, and asked if you were okay. You turned your phone off and started sobbing even more, until someone came by and rang your doorbell. You had no motivation to get the door but the person at the door was very determined to make you open that damn door, because they spammed the holy shit out of that doorbell, which did make you answer the door. Opening the door it was Ha Yoonbin, one of your best friends. He scanned from top to bottom and then looked at you and he stepped into your house with no permission and opened up his arms and hugged you, which caused you to ball even more harder. He rubbed your back and patted your back telling you reassuring things, “everything’s going to be okay”, “you’re doing great honey” he said. You couldn’t help but just keep saying “I’m sorry” while crying in to his arms. After 10 minutes of hardcore sobbing, you released and went upstairs into your room, and Yoonbin followed upstairs too. You slipped into bed and he grabbed your chair and sat by the side of your bed.

“Why are you here,” I asked.

“I’m your best friend duh,” He replied.

“I know, but how did you know,” I asked.

“Jihoon, made me check up on you, because he knows how you are,” He sighed.

You took your blanket and covered your face, even after breaking his heart he still cared and acted like a sweetheart. Park Jihoon, I’m sorry.

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foreverwithsilverboys · 5 years

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Good Morning, Sunshine - Lee Midam

Pairing: Lee Midam × reader

Word count: 339 words

Genre: fluff

inspired by this post

I hope you like it ✨😚

pic is not mine, credit to the owner

midam slowly opens his eyes, woken up by the sunlight that's peeking through the blinders hitting his face. he grabs his phone to see the time and finds out that is barely five in the morning. then, he carefully turns to face you, and gently caresses your face and brushes your hair from your forehead, trying to not wake you up. despite him being really careful, you slowly open your eyes, yawning and stretching a bit. "oh, I didn't mean to wake you up, go back to sleep love, it's not morning yet, don't worry" you hum softly and snuggle closer to him, and he puts his head in the crook of your neck. his hair tickle your skin, and a little laugh escapes from your lips, making him smile against your collarbone. "what time is it?" you ask him, while brushing your hand through his hair. "it's barely five" he says with a raspy voice, before leaving some kisses in your skin. "five? and why did you wake up?" "the sun was hitting my face" he looks up to you and pouts, making you smile. "did I ever tell you that you're adorable when you wake up? and when you do literally anything?" you blush, hiding your face in his neck. midam laughs softly leaving a kiss on your head. "let's go back to sleep, okay?" you nod your head and wrap your arms around his waist, slowly closing your eyes again. after a couple of hours you wake up again, only to find midam staring at you. "good morning, sunshine" "good morning babe" he smiles at you and gives you a peck on the lips. "let's cuddle all day today, it's sunday, we don't have to do anything today" "and what about breakfast?" "we can eat on the bed" "yes, but who's going to make it?" "we can order something, it's okay" you nod and stretch a bit, and then you hug midam again. "you're comfy" midam laughs, gently squeezing you in a hug. "thank you, baby"

#silverboysnet #lee midam #ygtb imagines #ygtb scenario #ygtb #produce x 101 #midam imagines #lee midam imagines #kpop imagines

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trsrina · 2 years

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teaching yoshi how to braid hair

written in second person pov, female reader, established relationship, fluff, word count : 0.3k

“it’s actually not that complicated. spilt it into three sections and just cross each section to the middle.” you instructed yoshi while demonstrating with your own hair.

“okay, okay, it seems easy, let me try.” letting go of your own hair, you turned your back against yoshi to let him try.

yoshi delicately took a hold of your hair, carefully following your instructions, being very gentle as he didn’t want to hurt you.

seeing yoshi’s focused expression and his little habit of sticking out his tongue while focusing in the mirror in front of your bed, you couldn’t help breaking out a smile, adoring your boyfriend.

“okay! done! how did i do?” yoshi being proud of his work, turned you around to face him so he could get a good look at you.

there were a few loose strands of hair sticking out and your braid was loose, it wasn’t the best but you still felt very proud of your boyfriend.

“you did great, my love, there’s still room for improvement but you still did better than me when i first learnt how to braid hair.” you chuckled.

with one of your hands grabbing yoshi’s and the other softly caressing his cheeks, you wholeheartedly complimented him and admired his dedication.

“well then you better teach me more. one day, i will braid your hair for you so that you won’t have to do it yourself, princess.”

yoshi kissed the hand that you had laying on his cheek, lovingly looking into your eyes and held tightly onto your hands as if you’d fly away if he let you go.

“thank you, i love you.” you gave him a peck on his lips and him smiling back at you in response, dragging you down so he could cuddle you, making you giggle at his actions.

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binsualship · 5 years

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Ha Yoonbin Playlist *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Beenzino - Aqua Man

Crush - Woo Ah

Mad Clown (ft. Suran) - Love is a dog from hell

DRP LIVE - Jasmine

DPR LIVE - Text me

K.vsh, Jeebanoff - Liar

Vernon (ft. Don Mills) - Lotto

Jay Park, Reddy - Think

offonoff - Photograph

Loco (ft. Dean) - Too much

Dean, Yerin Baek - Come over

KillaGramz, Dean, Zico - Where u at

Zico, Fanxy Child - Fanxy Child

ONE - heyahe

(This is only what I think please don't hate on me and please tell me your opinion~)

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junkutie · 4 years

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[8:46 pm] taking a sip of your tea you look at the other end of the couch and see jihoon sitting there with a pout on his face. tilting your head to one side you raise your eyebrow at him, asking him wordlessly what’s wrong.

your boyfriend deepens his pout and huffs softly before turning away from you, confusion floods your brain instantly.

“and now?” you ask, putting your book on the coffee table next to your tea.

“you haven’t kissed me all day,” jihoon complains.

“i have,” you chuckle at his childish behaviour.

“when?” he challenges you, raising his eyebrows.

“when you first got here,” you tell him, “i kissed you hello.”

“that’s not enough.” the boy whines after a moment of silence, throwing his head back.

you laugh properly now and jihoon looks at you again, the pout returning to his lips. shaking your head you move closer to him, you place your hands on his shoulders and press a quick peck onto the boys pouted lips. after pulling away you watch the pout morph into a small smile.

“again,” your boyfriend whispers, his eyes still closed.

you sigh softly and lean forward once again so that your lips can meet your boyfriends in another short but very sweet kiss.

“another one,” jihoon mumbles, eyes still not open.

when you don’t kiss him immediately, he opens one eye and looks to see what you’re doing. he notices that you are not making an attempt to kiss him again and he sighs. jihoon lifts his arms so that his hands are resting comfortably on your jaw, this causes your hands to drop from his shoulders. the boy gives you a cheeky smirk before pulling you closer to him. when his lips meet yours, he doesn’t let you go, eventually you are both smiling so much it becomes difficult to kiss each other properly anymore.

#yg treasure #yg treasure imagine #yg treasure scenario #yg treasure blurb #park jihoon #jihoon imagine #jihoon blurb #jihoon scenario #treasure 13 imagine #ygtb scenario

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secretjunkyu · 5 years

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ok so i’ve had this hyunsuk drabble / imagine (sis ion know the fckin difference nsjdskk) in my drafts since literally december and i’m debating whether i should post it or not because it’s my Very first writing thingy of i’ve ever done and i feel like its really cheesy but that might just be because i wrote it lmfao. but it still hasn’t been edited and the ending is kind of not finished yet 👉👈

#have we decided on which tags to use yet or 🤡#i guess im just gonna use them all Sjdkdnsk #ygtb #yg treasure box #yg #treasure 13 #treasure box #treasure maker #ygtb imagines #choi hyunsuk #hyunsuk #hyunsuk imagine #ygtb scenario #treasure13

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chocafe · 5 years

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until the sun stops shining — kim seunghun

summary: while gasping for air, all seunghun wants is to hear your sweet voice one last time. genre: angst warnings: death of a character a/n: intentional lowercase + i’ve been a emotional wreck lately, so i couldn’t find myself to write any other genre besides angst lol

time is running out. blood is streaming down places where it shouldn’t be. besides seunghun, there’s not a single person in sight in this lifeless street. in amidst of all of this, you’re still the first person who comes into seunghun’s mind. from the inside out, seunghun is shattered into a million pieces. he allows his tears to pour down his cheeks as he reaches into the pocket of his jeans, in full agony. tiny stars were scattered throughout the night sky, and sure it was seen as something beautiful to many others, but seunghun just didn’t know he’d dearly miss the sun this much in his lifetime. all he wanted to do was to see his sun, which was you. the area around seunghun was hollow and he completely knew that if he was to scream for help, it’d be as if he was screaming into the dark empty void. his car was obliterated and there was one more thing that seunghun was sure of — and it was that he was slowly dying as the clock ticks by the second. even though the sky was dim, he swears to himself that he could see a enlightened beam right in front of his eyes. not only that, but he hears voices calling out for him, attempting to bring him to the other side. he’s not exactly sure what the other side is. heaven? hell? who knows. all seunghun knows is that he doesn’t want to go, not just yet. his hand intensely trembles as he unlocks his cellphone. for a moment, his phone couldn’t recognize his fingerprint because of how much he was shaking. instead of calling for help, he goes into his speed dial and taps onto your name, smearing blood onto the brightened screen. “seunghun? why are you calling at a time like this?” despite the pain he was in, a wide smile crept onto his face. is this perhaps what heaven feels like? “nothing.” he deeply inhales, trying his best not to let his voice shake throughout the call. “i just miss you, that’s all.” you chuckle to yourself and seunghun’s smile grows even bigger, but his heart becomes heavier as the conversation continues. “you’re so odd, seunghun. you know that, right?” “yeah, i do.” you notice that his responses are much shorter than usual. if this was a normal day, seunghun would start off the call with an everlasting opening, not giving himself time to breathe in between his words because he’s too thrilled to speak to you. honestly speaking, you were worried for him and simply couldn’t understand why he was speaking so little. “hey, is everything okay? maybe it’s just me, but i’m not used to you being this quiet.” what you’re used to is the bubbly seunghun who clings onto you like a little puppy. “everything is fine.” he says as he stares at the shards of glass piercing through his delicate skin. he’s far from fine. he’s dying. “y/n,” seunghun coughs in a severe manner, raising a concern from you on the other end. (you had to stop yourself by thinking that maybe he just has a cold, it is winter after all.) “can you sing me a song?” he simply requests out of the blue. “shouldn’t you be the one who’s supposed to sing for me?” you fall onto your bed, clutching onto your pillow. “what song should i sing for you?” “any song.” his voice becomes gentle, yet dull at the same time. you fail to notice this as you roll around in your bed. similar to seunghun, talking to him excites you, even though you speak to him every single day. you can never seem to get enough of him. you tap your index finger on the tip of your chin, pondering what song would be perfect for seunghun. “how about ‘you are my sunshine’? since you are my sun, you know.” “perfect.” seunghun and you were both each others sunshine's. there is only one sun, but that didn’t stop you two from declaring each other as one another’s suns, as if there was two in the radiant sky. he was your beam of light as after each rough day you experience, he was there to comfort you and snuggle you into warmth. you were his daily dose of exposure, because without you, he wouldn’t be able to survive and see another day. you began to sing for him. it was a simple song you were reciting, but seunghun felt as if they were special words coming from your honest heart. it was enough to bring seunghun into ease. he was glad to hear this song from you and wouldn’t have wished for anything more in that moment. (he could have wished to live, but he’d rather wish for you to deliver a song from your heart) seunghun was your only sunshine and not a single person can tell you any different. if someone was to ask you where the sun was located at, you’d point your finger at seunghun without hesitating. when the sky converts into a shade of grey, he always finds his way towards you to make you happy, despite the sky becoming pitiful. maybe seunghun knows, or maybe he doesn’t know, but no one can explain how much love you have for this man. if you knew his current situation, you’d beg for them to not take away your one and only sunshine. “y/n,” he interrupts you midway and calls out for you once more. “i think i’m going to go to sleep now.” his eyes were falling heavy, his breath was becoming short and he finally accepts that it was time for him to say his last goodbye. you look at the time on your phone and nod your head in agreement. “i should probably go to sleep too.” time is running out. seunghun pants for air, striving to voice out the next few words he has in mind. “y/n, i love you so much.” “i love you just as much, seunghun.” “until the sun stops shining?” “of course, until the sun stops shining.” and in that moment, your sun stopped shining.

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heesgf · 5 years

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basketball player! byounggon

in honour of my baby’s birthday, here’s a cute + lighthearted basketball player! gon fic that i’ve been dreaming abt for eternity :’)) as per usual, the beginning is a little slow, but it’s worth ur patience, i promise💞😚

warnings: vvvv sweet (might give u cavities), BASKETBALL PLAYER GON BEING THE HOTTEST MF ALIVE, hyunsuk bff tomfoolery (what’s new lmao)

in which Lee Byounggon is basketball team captain, and you’re suddenly a sports fanatic.

Had Choi Hyunsuk seemed a little less desperate, perhaps you wouldn’t have found yourself in a crowded gymnasium, pressed against rampant bodies, and subject to the shrieks of devoted sport fanatics.

This morning, like any other, had started quite mundanely. You were perched against the headboard of your dorm’s single bed, doodling carelessly onto sheets of chemistry homework, while Hyunsuk mused a brightly coloured fedora in front of your full length mirror.

“Listen,” You shouted across the room, in between bites of your buttered croissant. “I invited you over to study, not to commit fashion atrocities in my dorm room.”

Hyunsuk, still balancing the horrendous garment over his head, shot you a pained expression, and rolled his eyes in distaste. He waves his hand vaguely in your direction and grimaces.

“Says the girl wearing a shirt that says ‘caffeine queen’.”

“Hey, you asshole, my mom got me this! I think it’s cute.” You cross your arms over your chest and narrow your eyes, while Hyunsuk shakes his head deliriously. He eyes you up and down once more, and then scrunches his nose.

“Sure, Jan.” He says slowly, and you contemplate throwing the pillow wedged behind your back toward his head. You opt against it, but the look on your face might be just as scary.

You stick your tongue out. “No one says memes out loud like that, you doofus!”

He spares you a lopsided shrug and giggles, then he breaks out into a smile and looks toward you once more.

“You’re coming to the game later, right?” He starts suddenly, and you bite your lip.

“I don’t know, Suk. I’m trying to stay focused on chem and stuff.”

Hyunsuk launches toward your spot on the bed, and reaches his hand out toward one of your stray sheets of paper, filled to the brim with miscellaneous stick figures and, in Hyunsuk’s opinion, the worst cartoon images of a corgi he’s ever seen.

“Yeah.” He baits, swinging the paper in front your wandering eyes. “You really look like you’re invested in learning.”

“Shut up!” You mumble out in a laugh, and then you roll your eyes. Hyunsuk still waits for an answer, and you purse your lips.

“I’ll think about it. Maybe, okay?”

Hyunsuk’s nod seems uncharacteristically tame, but there’s something about the devious look in his eyes that makes you think this conversation is far from over. When you come out of the bathroom a few minutes later, and his iron grips closes itself around your wrist, you find yourself yanked out of your room, into the hall, and most likely toward the gymnasium. In that moment, you think Choi Hyunsuk might be the worst person you’ve ever met, and the next couple hours, spent watching a college basketball game, were going to be completely unbearable.

***

Two minutes into sitting on painfully cold bleachers, having popcorn spilled over your lap, and your cheek elbowed by the rowdy couple next to you, you think you might be having a basketball induced aneurysm.

Hyunsuk is seated calmly next to you, and staring serenely into the crowd; every once in a while, he waves to someone you can’t recognize, most likely one of his teammates, and he looks back at you with a reassuring smile.

“Why are we here if you’re not even playing?” You groan, sliding your head onto his shoulder, and shutting your eyes tightly in discomfort.

“I told you, [Y/N].” He sighs into the crown of your head. “I have dance practice later. I gotta keep my calves limber. We’re here for the sportsmanship.”

You playfully roll your eyes and feign a barfing motion. Hyunsuk pushes your head away from his shoulder and pouts.

“I don’t even know what that means and I’m still disgusted.” You retort. “Besides... what do you know about sportsmanship? Literally every time we play Mario Kart I catch you cheating.”

Hyunsuk starts talking about how ‘you’re in great need of a chill pill’, and though you fight the urge to slap him silly, you instead find yourself staring intently at the court, eyes glazing over the lines of male athletes running drills across the gymnasium floor. As you watch, you notice the beads of sweat, the graceful strides, the cohesive movement, and as you watch, your eyes seem to close in on a particular someone—and suddenly, Hyunsuk’s words feel like they are worlds away.

The boy is standing in the centre of the court with his hands pressed against his knees, and his eyes trailing sporadically across the room.

His jersey, like all his teammates, is a blinding crimson, and against his honey sodden skin, a seemingly perfect contrast. His hair, slightly damp, is a disarrayed and glossy black, but something about the way it presses against his forehead, frays upward on the sides, sways lucidly when he runs, is wildly cinematic, and you think it just might consume you, like your favourite movie. On his back, there is the stark white outline of the number nine, and on the bottom, in between crinkled fabric, you think you can make out the name ‘Lee’. He’s waving his arms at a teammate, shouting something incoherent, and when the ball makes contact with his hands, his lips break out into the purest of smiles; it radiates an energy that is lively, almost impossible to miss, and completely intoxicating, even at your distance in the stands.

When that smile transforms into the shell of laughter, there’s something about the crowd’s cheering that suddenly feels rhythmic.

“Hey.” You whisper, poking into Hyunsuk’s rib cage. “Who’s that guy over there?”

Hyunsuk squints at your bewildered expression, and then looks onto the crowd, following the path of your eyes.

“Who? The guy in the hat? That’s coach Yang. God, I hate that guy. He’s always on my ass about making it to practice. And if you think my fashion is bad, Jesus Christ, you should see him at Sunday morning practice; crocs and socks all da-,”

“No, not him, you idiot.” You shake your head erratically. “T-the guy in the middle, look, he has the ball right now.”

“Oh.” He shrugs. “Well that’s Byounggon.”

“Byounggon.” You repeat. And then your bottom lips find it’s way between your teeth. Hyunsuk sits back against his seat, and focuses in on the game once more. And you, well you’re enamored by the rapid movements of a lanky boy with a smile that’s strikingly tender.

Byounggon.

You think maybe basketball isn’t so bad after all.

***

When Byounggon’s team wins the game, Hyunsuk tackles you in a tight side hug that feels almost violent. He is jumping up in his seat, screaming toward his teammates, and coincidentally, dragging your body with him. When he finally pulls away, and you can catch a string of fresh air, you ponder the appropriate time to start asking questions. You’re trailing down the bleacher steps when your voice finally breaks out, and your eyes are glued to the floor.

“So... when is your next game?” You ask nonchalantly.

Hyunsuk looks at you once in confusion. Then he makes a double take. And then a triple.

“Did you just say what I think you said?” Then he waves his hands in front of his eyes and shakes his head furiously. “Nah, I must be dreaming.”

“I’m serious!” You laugh. “I wanna watch your next game. I genuinely had fun!”

Hyunsuk still looks weary, but he nods his head halfheartedly. When you think he’s stopped looking at you, you turn your attention back to Byounggon, who is currently standing in a crowd of his teammates, and giving high fives all around. You’re distracted by the way his eyes crinkle when you hear Hyunsuk emit an amused ‘huh’, and when he points a sly finger in your direction, you know he’s put two and two together.

“I see what’s going on here.” He whispers excitedly. “You have a thing for Byounggon!”

“What? No I don’t! I don’t even know him!”

“Oh really?” He teases. “Then stop drooling over him like an animal.”

“Suk, y-you’re being ridiculous right now.”

“And would you look at that!” He whistles. The mischievous glint in his eyes makes you nauseous. “Looks like he’s coming over here, right now.”

“Hyunsuk, don’t you fucking dare. I’m serious.”

“Hey Byounggon!”

“Ohmygod.” You whine, smacking a palm to your forehead as your heart overcomes itself with panic. “I hate you. I genuinely hate you.”

Hyunsuk rolls his eyes, and then erupts in a laugh that makes the pits of your stomach twist.

“Trust me, [Y/N]. You’re gonna love me after this.”

You think that’s highly improbable.

***

Byounggon is more illusive when he stands in front of you.

Now, jogging toward Hyunsuk, tufts of raven coloured frame the cusp of his forehead, and the slight peak of his neck; his eyes narrow, but it’s far from hostile, and rather, a tinge of warm familiarity.

“Hey, you came!” Byounggon remarks, pulling Hyunsuk into a tight hug, and you realize his voice is gruffer than you would've thought.

“You guys were awesome, dude!” Hyunsuk gushes with a smile, and then he looks towards you, and gestures a hand in your direction. “This is my friend, [Y/N].”

Byounggon’s eyes shift to meet yours. He lifts his head in your direction, and waves his hand with a shy smile.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” You respond awkwardly, raising a hand to match his stance.

He raises a brow and grins. “Did you like the game?”

“Yeah! Yeah, you guys were all really good. I loved it!”

“Really?” He breathes out in a giggle. “Because when I was sitting on the bench I could’ve sworn I saw you sleeping?”

Hyunsuk breaks into a hysteric fit of laughs, and you shake your head rampantly, hoping the scarlet tinge of your cheeks doesn’t give you away. There was some truth to what he said; of course, when Byounggon wasn’t playing, the court seemed a little less compelling...

“Me?” You exasperate, face still flushed. “N-no, I would never!”

“Oh yeah, dude, she totally was. In the third quarter, she was knocked out! Almost drooled.”

You shoot Hyunsuk a glare, but he’s too caught up in his own laughter to notice; Byounggon throws his head back in a soft chuckle, then he looks back at you and shakes his head.

“Nah, I’m just messing with you.” He smooths over. “I’m glad you guys liked the game.”

His smile, like that smile on the court, is wide and contagious. And though you’re immersed in the plans of Hyunsuk’s murder, you can feel the corners of your lips drift upward, and the soft glimmer of a smile take over. When you hear someone shout Byounggon’s name across the gymnasium floor, you’re not sure if it’s the voice of one of his teammates, or the soft call of your heart.

Byounggon looks back at the sound and smiles apologetically. “That’s me. I’ll see you guys later?”

Before he leaves, Hyunsuk pulls Byounggon in for another hug, and you offer an awkward wave. You watch as he drifts away from you, and toward Yang Hyunsuk, who you know knew was his coach.

Damn. His style really was awful.

“See, now that wasn’t so bad, right?” Hyunsuk’s voice breaks you away from your train of thought, and on instinct, you smack him across the chest.

“Ouch! What the fuck was that for?” He groans, running his hand over the tender spot; you roll your eyes and trot forward, Hyunsuk trails behind you.

“That,” You shout. “—is for being the world’s WORST wing-man!”

“[Y/N]... You don’t mean that.”

You meant that.

***

A few days later, and you’re sitting in the campus library, buried in Calculus homework. If you were being completely honest, the past few days had consisted a little too much of ‘finding Lee Byounggon’s Instagram and Facebook’ and not enough ‘finding the derivative of f’(a)’. You may not have been prepared for your upcoming midterm, but you were, however, well informed on the kind of memes Lee Byounggon liked to use on Facebook circa 2011; knowing that Byounggon was an avid watcher of Naruto made him somewhat less intimidating in real life.

You’re still working through your Calculus workbook when the silhouette of a particular someone looms over the table, and when you look up, he’s flashing that smile that gives stars a run for their money; you think maybe his shadow made the room a little brighter.

“Hey! Whatcha’ doing?” His voice rings, and you remove a headphone from your ear.

Byounggon is wearing a sleek black crewneck and light grey sweatpants that hang low on his waist. His hair, unlike at the game, is neatly tussled, but it still has that vibrant sheen. He’s standing at the end of the table, and looking at you curiously; at his side, he holds a black drawstring bag.

“Calculus.” You groan, and his face twists to match yours. “What about you?”

He shrugs. “On my way to practice.”

“Through the library?”

He laughs. “It’s a shortcut.” Then he pauses, and continues. “By the way, if you like watching us play, you should come to our game this weekend.”

“Yeah, I might! I like watching you guys play, it’s kinda... surprising?”

Byounggon scrunches his eyebrows together and tilts his head inquisitively. His gaze, at the moment, is soft and gentle; and you wonder just how much that gaze would change if you told him basketball was anything but stimulating, and it was instead the smooth curve of his lips that had kept you on the edge of your seat. But of course, you knew you couldn’t tell him that.

“Oh yeah? How so?”

Your face twists into a sideways smirk, and you think you should have a little fun. “I guess I just thought basketball players had to be tall?”

“Wow, wow, wow. I’m tall.” He argues. “Very tall.”

Now, you lean back in your chair, and size him up and down; then you shake your head and grimace.

“Mmmm...I don’t know about that.”

Byounggon straightens his back, and at the same time, puffs out his chest. He gestures up and down, and stares at you wide eyed.

“I’m 180cm tall.” He reassures. “I measure myself everyday!”

You tilt your head. “A little obsessive, don’t you think?”

His face, while tight, breaks out into a wholesome laugh, and he bites his lower lip.

“You still don’t believe me, do you?”

“Aren’t you gonna be late for practice?”

For a moment, Byounggon sticks his tongue of his mouth and smiles. Then he bites the inside of cheek and shakes his head at you, wagging his finger disapprovingly.

“This isn’t over.” He ventures, flashing you that smile once more. And when he walks away from your table, looking over his shoulder every so often to make eye contact, you find yourself overwhelmed with fluttering emotion.

“I’m tall!” Byounggon shouts one last time into the silent library, and various heads, all buried in books, lift to stare at the both of you. You glare at him, but the smirk that tinges on your lips tells a different story.

You’re still staring at the library’s double door entry when Lee Byounggon leaves.

***

Somehow, it’s a Thursday evening and you find yourself sitting in the bleachers of Byounggon’s basketball practice, rather than going to the gym like you had promised yourself.

Byounggon is jogging across the gymnasium floor and running drills; he is clad in a large grey hoodie and fitted black track pants. At the end of practice, he talks with his coach, and his eyes twinge in confusion when he sees you in the stands. He grabs his bag, and while everyone trails out of the gym, he jogs toward you.

“Hey! Have you been here the whole time?” He breathes, running a hand through his dampened hair.

“No, no, I just got here a couple minutes ago. Hyunsuk kept asking me to watch him practice so... here I am!”

Byounggon bites his lips, and his eyes narrow, like he’s had a realization. His lips stretch into a smirk.

“But.” He ponders. “Hyunsuk wasn’t at practice today.”

Your throat grows tight. “Oh.”

His smile widens, and your face flushes a deep and transparent red.

“That is... so weird!” You exclaim dramatically, but Byounggon can hear the panic in your voice, and he’s giggling. You hope he can’t see the red of your cheeks underneath the gymnasium’s orange lighting, too.

“I-I should probably get going.”

You turn your body toward the gym’s exit, and as your footsteps get heavier and heavier, you feel Byounggon’s fingers clasp onto your shoulder.

“Wait, [Y/N]! I wanted to ask you... do you wanna maybe, uh, get some ice cream?”

“Yeah.” You beam. “Yeah, I’d like that a lot.”

***

With some persuasion, Byounggon leads you into the boy’s change room. He sits on one of the wooden benches, in front of the row of lockers, and he fiddles with the hem of his sweatshirt.

“Just give me a second, I’m gonna change out of this, and then we can get going.”

Then suddenly, without warning, he takes his sweatshirt off, and you, are left winded at the sight of a shirtless Lee Byounggon.

Before you can marvel at the way his muscles tightly outline his abdomen, you slap the palms of your hand over your eyes, and scream.

“Jesus, can you give me a warning before you take your shirt off like that?” You groan, eyes still shut tightly through the protection of your fingers. Byounggon, now shrugging a fresh black t-shirt over his shoulders, chuckles deeply into the empty locker room, and the heavenly sound bounces off the walls. You know he’s coming closer because you can hear the sound of his footsteps, and your warm cheeks seem to fire up again. He outstretches a hand onto the crown of your head and ruffles your hair.

“You’re cute.” He says affectionately, and you suddenly think your hands would be better suited if they covered your cheeks, and not your eyes.

***

“I am not letting you buy butter pecan that’s disgusting.”

“What’s wrong with butter pecan? It’s like... sweet and savory.”

“Ohmygod, I’m gonna barf.”

Byounggon sits back onto his chair and shoves another spoonful of butter pecan ice cream into his mouth, and you playfully gag in response. He’s laughing and rolling his eyes, but in the sparkling daylight, he still looks like something out of a spring catalogue. The sky’s vivid blue is complementary to the golden hue of his skin, and against the rosy pink of his lips, you think butter pecan might not be so bad.

The two of you are sitting on the patio of an ice cream shop just off of campus, and maybe it’s the vibrancy of the sun, or the sugar high, but the scenery seems to amplify every emotion you feel. The pots of summer flowers at the shop’s entryway makes your anticipation grow tenfold, but the winding music of passing shop vendors soothes your beating heart with every note.

“Wait, hold on sec.” Byounggon mumbles.

He leans forward into the patio table and his face, only centimeters from yours, makes your breath hitch in the back of your throat. His eyes are focused on something you can’t quite capture, and he outstretches a tentative hand to the side of your face. His fingers brush against the expanse of your jaw, and instinctively, you nuzzle into his touch. You think he might kiss you, because there are twinkling hearts where his eyes should be, and you feel your lips part in preparation. Byounggon’s fingers latch onto a single strand of your hair, and he twiddles with the bottom in between the pads of this thumb and index finger.

“You had ice cream in your hair.” He explains quickly, and then he moves back to his original position, and you hope you don’t look too disappointed.

“O-Oh.” You laugh. “Thanks.”

“So are you gonna come to the game tomorrow?”

“I think so.”

“I hope you do.”

The smoothness in Byounggon’s reply makes chills run up and down your spine, and your eyes widen ever so slightly. He notices the rashness of his words and before you can respond, the words rush out of his mouth.

“B-because Hyunsuk!” He interjects. “I uhhh... know he’d be really bummed if you didn’t come.”

Maybe it’s the vibrancy of the sun, or the sugar high, but you suddenly feel a rush of confidence spring through your body. Lee Byounggon may have been illusive, but he was always so candid, too; you could hear it in the airy quality of his laugh, like he’s gasping for oxygen, like he’s searching for answers, like he’s uncertain; uncertain about you.

You grin at him, and he licks his lips expectantly.

“Nice save, Gon.”

He looks down at his fingers.

“I’ll be there,” You bite your lip. “For sure.”

He looks up again.

As you walk away from Byounggon with lips perched in a shameless smile, the giddy feeling in the pits of your stomach just might consume you. He’s still staring when you look over your shoulder, and if you listen close enough, you think you can hear him whispering to himself in complete elation;

Gon.

***

( Later that evening, you are home in your dorm and deconstructing the events that occurred only minutes prior, and your heart palpitates in your chest. It isn’t until you change into your pajamas when you notice it; a crumpled frock of red fabric shoved into your backpack.

Your mind races when you guess what it might be, but the feelings don’t set in until you unfold the red fabric, and the stark white outline of the number nine greets you with a blinding sheen. Blinding like those eyes, Ike that smile.

His jersey.

You don’t know when he’d put it there, or how, but those questions seem irrelevant when you push the material against your nose and breathe his soft scent; like spearmint and timber. You throw yourself against your bed and grin wholeheartedly.

That night you dream of Byounggon.

And now you think he might be dreaming of you, too. )

***

You decide to wear Byounggon’s jersey underneath a sweatshirt because it all feels a little too cliche. Well, that, and because you don’t think you’ll be able to take Hyunsuk’s incessant teasing when your heart is beating out of your chest.

The gymnasium, like usual, is filled to the brim with amped-up sports fanatics, and if you squint your eyes, you think you can make out the face of Coach Yang standing across the court. (Although, you really wish you hadn’t; his sense of fashion seemingly degrades by the day.) This time, Hyunsuk is warming up with the rest of his teammates, with Byounggon, and you are sitting alone on the bleachers with a tight smile.

You watch as Byounggon looks into the crowd, once, twice over, and when he finally makes contact with you, you watch as his eyebrows push together in subtle concentration. He beams a sideways grin, but it’s not quite as full as you’re used to. That’s when you push down the collar of your sweatshirt, reveal the patch of scarlet fabric beneath, and you think Lee Byounggon might look happier than he would have if he won this game.

Moments later, Hyunsuk pushes himself next to Byounggon, catches your eye, and begins to wave erratically. Then he takes in your expression, and then Byounggon’s, and he nods slyly at you, wiggling his eyebrows. He’s worlds away, and yet, you give in, laughing with full vigor.

***

You know Byounggon’s team has won the game when Hyunsuk removes his jersey off his body and flings it into the air, and then he screams like a madman across the court (somehow, over the crowds’ cheering). Byounggon, on the other hand, hugs his teammates, and once the chaos settles, he turns to look at you.

You are standing in the bleachers, your sweatshirt now long gone, and the bright red of his jersey, on you, gives him butterflies. Since his victory, you’ve been jumping in the stands with the rowdy onlookers beside you, and for the first time ever, you think you might’ve actually enjoyed a basketball game. When Byounggon waves a hand at you, you take it as a sign, and run down countless steps, all the way to court-side where he stands waiting eagerly.

“Congratulations!” You shout, and he’s surprised when you fling yourself into his outstretched arms. His fingers intertwine in your hair, and he laughs onto the top of your head, placing a small kiss at it’s crown.

“Thank you.” He mumbles into your hair; a gesture with such tenderness, you feel yourself overridden with energy.

Byounggon pulls away after a few moments, and his hands are still clasped tightly at the small of your back, yours around his neck. He doesn’t let go. Now, you’re staring intently into his eyes, remarking the scarlet hue of his cheeks—from the game, or this moment, you’re not sure—Byounggon doesn’t close the space between your lips because he’s too busy immersing himself in the gentle sparkle of your eyes; so you take it upon yourself, and kiss him amorously.

His lips, thought slightly chapped, are fervent against yours, and part with a tenacity you’ve never quite encountered. You sigh into his mouth, and he softens his lips, brushing gently over yours; it’s chaste and sweet. You pull away when you feel your body grow weak, and you realize when you’re kissing Byounggon, breathing feels like a second priority.

He is gasping into the hot air of the gymnasium, and you are biting your lips, hands still loosely clasped around his neck. His hands slide from the base of your jaw and toward your cheek, pinching softly.

“I hope that was okay.” You whisper. He moves his lips to your ear.

“It was perfect.”

Before you can sigh in relief, hug him tighter, kiss him more, you can see Hyunsuk approaching through the corner of your eyes. He runs toward you with his lips outstretched into a wide grin, and as he comes closer, he opens his arms and envelops the two of you in a group hug.

“I take credit for every part of this.” Hyunsuk states with glee, and you smack him upside the head.

He flicks you against the forehead. “I’m way too happy to complain about your abuse right now.”

And though the three of you erupt in boisterous laughter, and you shake your head fiercely into their embrace, you think there might be a layer of truth to Hyunsuk’s words. Had Choi Hyunsuk seemed a little less desperate, perhaps you wouldn’t have found yourself at that first game, pressed against rampant bodies, and subject to the boy who you now swore had your heart.

You may not have been the sports fanatic you envisioned, and now, after all this time, maybe you still weren’t; but you did like Lee Byounggon. And now, every time you count to ten, the number nine feels a little bit warmer.

***

a/n: if u made it this far, thank u so much for reading!! im sorry this is mostly plot driven and not necessarily beautiful writing, but i just wanted to post smth cute for gon’s bday!! as always, feedback is appreciated, and ilu all!!! 😚😚💞

#byounggon #ygtb #ygtb scenario #treasure 13 #yg treasure box #lee byounggon #kinda iffy abt posting this bc it's kinda mediocre BUT it's for his birthday so :////

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