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💞Warnings: a lot of unnecessary tension, both sunghoon and jake are questionable more-than-friends, cursing, mentions of drinking, mentions of glass shattering (does not actually take place), a game of spin the bottle.💞 Word count: 450+ 💞Pairing: Jake+Sunghoon x gn!Reader💞 Genre: more-than-friends, coming to terms with crushes. (not particularly fluffy or angsty)
a/n: tried a new style pls co-operate 💀
The air was overdosed on humidity and tension, and it felt like every move of yours could spell out the rest of your life.
All eyes raked your figure- you, who were one of the many seated in an improper circle on the floor. Anticipation filled the air, and as everyone waited for your response, you couldn't help but hesitate. The bottle in your hand was held so tightly it was a wonder it didn't shatter to pieces. Looking up, you locked eyes with the one visually opposite to you.
The smirk on Park Sunghoon's face was immensely infuriating. His thick eyebrows cocked upwards, one of them staying there while the other rested. Biting his lower lip, he chuckled, and that was enough to send your heart down to your stomach. The bottle shivered in your hands, and you could barely hold eye contact with him. How is this happening, you thought, shouldn't have agreed to this stupid game. Your mind flashed back to when he had cornered you in the lockers mere hours ago.
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"I see how you look at me, ___" honestly, couldn't he shut up for a second?
"Oh shut up, Park"
You turned your head to the side, refusing to look at him.
He yanked your chin up with his thumb, his face dangerously close to yours.
"Do it yourself"
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This wasn't easy, not easy at all.
You leaned forward, and with all your might, placed the bottle down, erupting cheers from the background. Drunk high-fives and "Go,___!" were drowned; You could only see him, and the way he was looking at you. Praying to God he couldn't tell you were flustered, you smirked back, sticking your tongue out. Steadying yourself, you angled the bottle towards you.
You gasped as you felt someone grasp your free hand.
Looking away from Sunghoon after what seemed like an eternity, you faced Jake's lingering gaze. His hand reached up to your shoulder, fingers resting on the base of your neck. You gulped, feeling yourself being cut throughout, his look was terrifying. You'd never seen him like this.
The relationship that the two of you possessed had definitely moved on to something way more than friends, but you never stopped to think about how this would be for Jake.
He was scary.
Painfully looking away from Jake, your eyes went back to Sunghoon.
Good God...this was difficult.
The crown was getting rowdier, and you knew there was no going back.
Sunghoon looked pissed, and it was hot. But heat was long forgotten, sweat dribbling down everyone necks. Your chest heaved of nervousness, while Sunghoon's veins popped, and Jake's hold on you got tighter.
Holy shit I was holding my breath the entire time lik ✨ze tension✨
If you ever write a fic based on this I will run to read it😳 this is coming from someone who despises love triangles
💞Warnings: descriptions of blood and wounds, major character death, murder💞 Word count: 490💞Pairing: Jungwon X Reader (gender not specified, i think)💞 Genre: angst, murder (relationship status unclear)
Author: This fic is heavily inspired by a school assignment I did a while back. My teacher liked it lol, hope yall do too.
"Take me.."
Jungwon wished he was dreaming. He wished this was a nightmare and nothing else.
"Well, well, well... Congratulations, Agent Yang," his leader said, walking out of seemingly nowhere. The growing smile on her face was menacing, the way they lusciously scanned the scene before them.
A petrified Jungwon slowly brought himself to look back at the door.
Your body was barely standing, the legs that once kicked him away from harming civilians now trembling, shivering, as if your soul was begging to leave. Blood trickled down your neck, over scores of bruises, the blood falling into the deep cuts, then flowing out with more volume. Signs of blunt trauma were visible, your forehead bubbling and overflowing the thick red blood, your weak head bent in a way that physically hurt jungwon to look at. You were supporting yourself on one side of the wall, your hands weakly clutched together. Dangling from your hands was a blood-stained amulet.
The Queen's amulet had been recovered. And you had brought it to him. The enemy.
"Take..me..." you said, your voice hardly a whisper, your breath hitching in pain, "please..."
You slowly extended your hand, motioning him to collect the amulet. A simple, almost childish gesture.
"You know what to do, Yang." Leader walked forward, grabbing you roughly by the shoulders, blind to your pain. With a swift motion, she thrust you onto Jungwon.
Catching you, he felt his heart ache at the sight of you being treated like a trash bag. Your breathing had become extremely ragged, and your whimpering did not make things easier for him. A sudden chill on his arm indicated that you were holding onto him.
"W-won...please, just do it alr-already." Gently, you used the last bit of your strength to pull his knife out of his pocket. With trembling hands you weakly threw it onto his chest.
"Do it, Yang. This is the only thing you need to do, and your lifelong mission, as well as the lifelong mission of this institution, will officially be successful."
Reluctantly, Jungwon picked up the knife in one hand. He looked at your face, one last time. He observed your beautiful eyes, and he could barely pick up on the remaining bits of life in it as the blood ran through your entire face. He propped your head up with one hand, and brough the armed one up to your face. Adjusting the knife behind his thumb, he gently caressed your cheeks, feeling hot tears run down his own. But there was no choice, he had to do this. He knew that.
"do...it...."
Jungwon slowly leaned forward, and kissed your forehead.
"I love you," he whispered, "and I..."
He could not bring himself to talk anymore, the tears choking him, the pain numbing his speech.
He caressed your stomach, identifying the place of injury. Then, his eyes pressed shut, he brings the knife down on your being.
💞Warnings: implied character death, crying, hospital mentions. 💞Word count: 750 💞Pairing: Kim Sunoo x Fem!Reader💞 Genre: Fluff, Angst (Estabilished relationship)
Sunoo was not a man who believed in utmost perfection.
Okay, maybe he did care a lot. He wanted special days to be treated as such, and he was known to be a perfectionist when it came to things like birthdays and Christmas. But the thing is, he never wanted that enjoyment for himself. Every party he planned, every date he thought over, there was always a deeper reason.
And that reason was you.
Everyone told him he was being too worried whenever he went over the menu ten times over, but no one knew he had memorized all your allergies and then made sure that they had crossed off. He spend hours to dust every corner of the house so that you don't get teary eyed. Arriving thirty minutes early to every date was his norm, for he knew you were fussing out over what you were wearing (although to him, you looked perfect). Sunoo always put more effort into those particular events you loved most, especially new year.
Sunoo has a special memory of every New Year he spent with you.
The first one was in tenth grade, when he was attending his first high school party, and you were the only one he knew. Sunoo still remembered your purple dress perfectly, it was his 'oh' moment, the time he knew he had fallen head over heels for you. You were one of those 'resolutions' buffs, who made extremely reasonable goals, and worked very hard to complete all of them, and you were chatting non stop about yours that night. Sunoo remembers the light in your eyes as you talked so passionately about reading 50 books the coming year, and a pang of regret ran through his chest as he wished he had kept it safe for not the first time.
The next year, the two of you had run away from another party towards the beach, wanting some time alone. Sunoo does not remember a single conversation the two of you had, and deep in his heart, he wished he could go back in time, and have all those talks again. A bittersweet love fills his throat as he thinks of you sitting next to him, your head in the crook of his neck, hands intertwined, both of you not saying a word as you stared at the lake. Instinctively, Sunoo turned to look at you, only to find you were already looking at him, and in that precious moment Sunoo remembered listening to his heart for the first time. The clock struck twelve and sparks rose up in the sky as the two of you molded your lips deeply into the others' souls. And Sunoo can still feel your blood in his mouth, and he holds back a sob.
Last year, the one memory that makes him so happy yet pains him too much to think about. Sunoo reached for the faint memories of sitting next to your hospital bed, but once again his brain disappointed him. The stinging in his heart is now too much to control, and so with shaking hands he picked up his phone, and went for the video he could not bring himself to open since the day you left him.
Your smiling face was a blur through his tears, but he heard your sound for the first time in so long, and he watched the two of you hold each other so sweetly, as if it were the last day on earth, and together, both of you sang together for the last time. Your voice was a sweet melody as you chimed to the Taylor Swift Playlist he had complained one too many times about.
"This is me praying that
This was the very first page
Not where the story line ends
My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again
These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon
I was enchanted to meet you
Please don't be in love with someone else
Please don't have somebody waiting on you"
Sunoo's heart-wrenching cries filled the room as he held the phone so tight he could have broken it. The two of you kissed sweetly, and memories of days where he hoped you would live forever wrecked him harder than he could bear.
The clock showed 11:59. A teary eyed, heartbroken Sunoo sits alone in his room as he wonders if he can get through his first new year without you.
💞Pairing: Jayx Fem?Reader 💞 Word Count: 300+ 💞 Warnings: It sucks to be quite honest. I haven't been feeling it lately but a lovely moot helped me thru my emo phase and now I've decided to write something. But I have to warn you, not my best work. Also, there's some kissing involved. It winitiallylly in first person but then it seemed bad so i moved it to second person and i think that's quite obvious. The writing is boring as well hehe 🤡 💞Genre: fluff?? hot?? i dunno (strangers to kissers)
You had replayed this moment thousands of times in your head, and yet nothing compared to the thrill you felt as the two of you ran to the dance floor, hand in hand, charging towards the greatest moment of our lives.
Your fuchsia silk gown crinkled in his palms, the sheer fabric reflected the golden tables and platinum walls. Your eyes’ locked, and with neither a word, nor a signal, the two of you embodied the same rhythm, shared the same soul; the earth gently kissed your feet as you stamped and jumped, swirled and hugged. There was no telling where he began and you ended.
One of his hands tightened around your waist, while the other crushed the angel on your shoulder. Tugging at his collar, you wanted nothing more than to cut off the inches of tension that separated you from him. You wanted to kiss him so badly, to caress his neck and ruffle his hair; Wanting nothing more than to hear him sing your name down your throat, while you dance as if your life ends there; pretending as if there is nothing after this. Wishing to hold him like you are no longer tethered to the monotonous life you knew before, you wanted this to be your last dance, standing alone at the center of the world with no one but him.
His eyes shone as they bore deeply into yours, the space between the two of you strongly decreasing by the second. your spirits rose, your face burned, your body froze. It felt as if everything you had ever done in your life had led to this. Your eyelids shut unconsciously, as you finally felt his lips touch yours.
The two of you rammed into a corner as he kissed you deeply. It was electrifying, yet calming. your jaw started aching as you held him close, not wanting it to end.
Suddenly, he pulled away. your body silently screamed in agony as the cold placed itself on your bare arms. It felt as if you were mildly deaf; you couldn't hear much as he mumbled aimlessly about a flight he had to catch, and how he had to leave soon.
But you wouldn't allow it. Not now, when everything you had ever wanted was exactly in place.
Pushing him into your chest, you leaned in and whispered,
I just love how ur writing is so descriptive uk...
It has this sort of poetic nature to it that just makes me wanna curl myself up in a blanket and stare into nothingness
Also love the strangers to kissers trope... must be my favourite so far
*gathers all of the people in the world who write the number 7 with a little dash in the center of it so I can study them like little critters and find out what makes them do that*
Better than recyclable: if the right systems are in place, a glass bottle can be sterilised and REUSED, which uses less resources than recycling.
We seem to have forgotten the old sustainability slogan I was taught as a kid in the 90s, which is ‘reduce, reuse, recycle’. And that’s the preferential order. We should be reducing first, then reusing what we can, and recycling should be a distant third option.
But capitalism can only make money from the ‘recycling’ part.
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