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𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘺 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 : woosan x fem!reader (OC) / Romance / Bestfriend/ slight love triangle/ Smut (Nsfw MDNI)
「Summary」 : you and wooyoung are at dinner at your parents house, but he cant keep his hands off of you
「Warnings」 : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! fingering, agoraphilia(?) (trying to not get caught), clit stimulation, wooyoung is literally getting you off in front of your parents without them knowing
「Authors Note」 : i swear this is something wooyoung would do irl. based on this request!
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The candle flickered across the table as you reached for your wine glass, trying to maintain your composure. On the other side of the table was your parents talking about their recent trip to Italy, completely unaware of what was happening under the tablecloth.
Wooyoung beside you, the picture of perfect politeness as he nodded along to your father's story about the Colosseum. His hand, however, told a different story entirely. It had started innocently, a gentle squeeze of your knee when you first sat down next to him. But now, his fingers were tracing faint patterns along your bare thigh, reaching higher with each passing minute.
You shot him a warning glance, but he merely smiled that infuriatingly charming smile of his and took a sip of his wine, acting oblivious to how he was making you feel, never breaking eye contact with your mother who was now asking him about his work.
"It's going really well, actually," Wooyoung said, his thumb pressing into the sensitive skin of your inner thigh - dangerously close to your heat. "We just started recording for the comeback in June."
You bit the inside of your cheek, forcing yourself to play with your food with trembling hands. This was absolutely not the time or place, and he knew it. That's exactly why he was doing it.
"That's wonderful, dear," your mom smiled. "Isn't that wonderful, honey?"
"Mmhmm," you managed, your voice slightly strangled as Wooyoung's hand went even higher. You pressed your fork down with more force than necessary.
"You alright, sweetheart?" your mom asked, concern across her face.
"Fine," you squeaked out, then cleared your throat.
Wooyoung's hand went still for a moment, and you thought maybe he'd finally show some mercy. But then his fingers pressed more firmly, and you realized he had no intention of stopping. In fact, he seemed to be deeply enjoying your struggle, if the slight smirk playing at the corner of his lips was any indication.
Your mother's concern lingered in the air for a moment, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied your face. You forced a smile, nodding a little too enthusiastically, your heart pounding in your chest like a drum. The wine in your glass swirled as you lifted it to your lips, taking a sip to steady yourself, but the cool liquid did nothing to help relieve the heat building between your legs.
Wooyoung, ever the charmer, jumped in seamlessly. "She's just excited about the food, Mrs. L/N. Your cooking is soooo good, I've been looking forward to this all week." His voice was smooth and had that playful tone that made everyone adore him. But under the table, his hand didn't leave. It inched upward, his fingers brushing the hem of your dress. The fabric was light, a plain black dress that hugged your curves just enough to feel elegant, but now it felt like a traitor, offering no protection from his touch.
Your father laughed from across the table, going into another story about their vacation. "You know, Wooyoung, we were talking about maybe taking you on the next family vacation. What do you think?." He gestured with his fork, oblivious to the way your thigh tensed under Wooyoung's touch.
"Sounds incredible, sir," Wooyoung replied, his eyes locked on your father as if he were hanging on every word. But his fingers? They were traitors too. He slipped them beneath the edge of your dress, the cool air of the dining room contrasting with the warmth of his skin. You shifted in your seat, crossing your legs instinctively, but that only pressed his hand closer to your core. A soft gasp escaped your lips, masked quickly as a cough.
"Are you sure you're okay?" your mother pressed, reaching for some bread. "You seem a bit flushed. Maybe it's the wine."
"I'm fine, really," you insisted, your voice pitching higher than intended. You stabbed at a piece of chicken on your plate, the fork scraping against the porcelain louder than necessary. Wooyoung's fingers traced the lace edge of your panties, teasing the sensitive skin just above. He knew exactly what he was doing. Pushing boundaries, testing how far he could go before you cracked. He grew bolder. His fingertips hooked under the thin fabric of your panties, tugging them aside slowly. The exposure hit you like a shockwave, cool air kissing your bare pussy, already slick from his teasing.
You clenched your jaw, focusing on the candle's flame in the center of the table, anything to distract from the way his fingers now grazed your soaked folds. He didn't dive in right away; no, Wooyoung loved the tease. He parted your lips gently, exploring the wetness that had gathered, his touch light. Your body betrayed you, hips twitching forward just a fraction, seeking more friction.
Your mother turned to you then, her smile warm. "And you, darling? How's work been treating you? You never tell us enough."
Panic flared in your chest as Wooyoung's finger circled your entrance, dipping in just the tip before retreating. "It's... uh, busy," you stammered, digging your nails into Wooyoung’s thigh with your free hand. "A lot of deadlines, but nothing too bad."
"That's my girl," your father said proudly, slicing into his steak. "Always so dedicated."
Wooyoung hummed in agreement, his thumb now finding your clit. He pressed it firmly, rubbing in slow circles that sent sparks shooting up your spine. You bit down on your lower lip, tasting the faint metallic tang of blood as you fought to keep your expression neutral. His touch was unforgiving, the pad of his thumb slick with your arousal, gliding over the swollen nub. Each circle built pressure inside you, coiling heat that made your toes curl in your heels.
"What about you, Wooyoung?" your father asked, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "Any big plans for the comeback? I saw the last music video, it was impressive."
Wooyoung's smile widened, pride lighting his features, even as his finger slid lower, pushing into your pussy with a single, shallow thrust. He looked down to his plate before answering. "Thanks, Mr. L/N. But you know I share too many details." His voice didn't waver, not even when he added a second finger, stretching you slightly as he curled them upward, brushing that spot inside that made stars burst behind your eyelids.
You squeezed your eyes shut for a second, pretending to blink away a speck of dust, but really, it was to hide the way your body trembled. His fingers pumped in and out now, the rhythm hidden by the table's cover, the wet sounds of your pussy barely audible over the clinking of silverware. He kept his thumb on your clit, alternating pressure - light flicks, then firm presses - driving you mad.
Your mother laughed at something your father said, then turned her attention back. "Wooyoung, you must come over more often. It's so nice having you here."
"I'd love that," he replied effortlessly, his fingers twisting inside you, scissoring to open you wider. The fullness was intoxicating, your walls clenching around him greedily. You shifted again, trying to alleviate the building ache, but it only ground his palm against your clit, increasing the sensation. Sweat beaded on your forehead, and you reached for your napkin, dabbing at it discreetly.
Your breath hitched as he added a third finger, the stretch burning deliciously, your pussy fluttering around his fingers. He thrust them in and out, faster now, his thumb flicking your clit in time with each push. The pleasure bordered on pain, overwhelming, and you gripped your fork so hard your knuckles turned white. Beneath, his fingers curled, rubbing repeatedly against your g-spot while his thumb ground against your clit. Your orgasm crept closer, you couldn't hold back much longer. Your thighs quivered, pressing against his hand, but he wedged his arm firmer, refusing to let you move.
You tried to focus on eating, shoving a bite of potatoes into your mouth to stifle any sound, but the flavors blurred as heat flooded your core. Wooyoung's fingers pistoned relentlessly, the squelch of your wetness growing riskier with each thrust. He leaned toward you slightly under the guise of reaching for the salt, whispering so low only you could hear, "Come for me, baby. Right here."
The command tipped you over. Your pussy spasmed around his fingers, waves of ecstasy crashing through you as you came hard, biting the inside of your cheek to silence the moan. Juices coated his hand, dripping down your thighs, but he didn't stop, milking every pulse, drawing it out until you were shaking, slumped slightly in your chair.
Your parents continued chatting, none the wiser, as Wooyoung finally withdrew his fingers, slick and shining. He brought them to his lips discreetly, sucking them clean while maintaining eye contact with your father, discussing tour schedules like it was the most normal thing in the world.
You sat there, sweaty and flushed, panties askew, dress rumpled beneath the tablecloth. The dinner dragged on, conversations flowing around you, but Wooyoung's hand returned - not to torment, but to rest possessively on your thigh, a promise of more to come later, when prying eyes weren't watching.
"You two make such a lovely couple. We're so happy you're here."
synopsis ; the love between you and wooyoung was never going to last and your father made sure of that, but after being given a second chance you weren't about to let history repeat itself. even if that meant you'd be sacrificing yourself in the process... you'd do it in a heartbeat.
pairing(s) ; wooyoung x f!reader
☆ ── wc. ; 16.9k
☆ ── genre ; angst (some might say gut-wrenching), some fluff, in every universe au, doomed love au, semi-forbidden love au, goddess!reader, human/mortal!wooyoung, a tinge of humor
☆ ── tw. ; cussing, death, mentions of murder, mentions of blood, a tinge of violence, cheating, verbal fights, crying, familial trauma and problems, forced isolation, mentions of gods, manipulation, crying, mentions of markings, a small mention of sh, a tad bit of teasing and bullying, slight depection of abandonment issues, selfish and petty behavior, mentions/uses of powers, mental and emotional abuse, abuse of power, betryal, sacrafices, small mention of the afterlife/limbo, lmk if I missed anything!!
☆ ── notes ; now to be honest, this isn't my best work and could've been written 100 times better, but I'm still happy with it all the same!! this is my first work after being back from my sudden hiatus, and though it's not smut, I hope you all will enjoy it still. this is honestly one of my most favorite tropes, and I'm extremely happy I found a plot I could write using it!! n e who... I hope y'all enjoy, mwah!
You stood before the mirror that stood alone in an isolated corner of your cell. Though the room was shrouded in darkness, you saw your eyes staring back at you. The colors that once encompassed your irises brightly were nothing more than a dull shell of what they once were.
You weren't sure how long it had been since you've been thrown into this prison, your powers useless and your soul entirely shattered. Memories of that dreadful day haunted every corner of the cell. The day that your most beloved was ripped right out of your hands.
The metallic smell of blood still lingers in the air, even though no wound had been created.
The shrill creak of your cell door opening made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. The dim light that followed brought your reflection to view for the first time in many millennia.
Your hair had grown longer, and your once dewy and flawless skin had turned dull and ghostly pale.
"It's time. The counsel wants to see you." The guard who had opened the door stood in the opening patiently, watching as you slowly turned.
You don't utter a single word, but rather walk towards him. The guard, Youngjae, who had once been a friend, is nothing more than a stranger, but upon seeing the emotionless expression on your once lively features. He felt nothing but pity.
Steeling himself, he turns and walks back out the door, leaving you to follow after him. The sounds of your rattling shackles echo off the dungeon walls as you walk.
Not a word was spoken as the guard led you up the stairs, nor did you feel a thing other than heartbreak and rage. No thoughts clouded your mind. No emotions shown upon your features. No sounds made other than your light steps on the cold, stone floor.
All that was left was a shell, haunted by memories of the past.
However, as the dungeon doors opened, you had to squint as bright rays of sunlight slowly enveloped your body. You step outside, stopping as soon as your bare feet touch the soft blades of grass.
For the first time in years, you've felt a warmth you'd forgotten about. The golden rays warmed your icy skin. The smell of fresh air almost burned your lungs as you took a deep breath.
Then everything went cold once more; the memories you had hoped to cherish, but were now a reminder of what you've lost, came flooding back.
The sun was shining brightly on the horizon, the lights slowly melting into shades of orange and pink. A beautiful display to say goodbye to the day before the night fell upon the world.
You stood in a field of flowers with Wooyoung, your beloved, as he crouched down to inspect the flower buds that decorated the plains around you.
"These flowers remind me of you, ya know?" Wooyoung's tone was full of mirth, causing you to look down at him, ready to question him. Yet as soon as you saw the love gleaming in his chocolate orbs, all annoyance melted away.
"Wanna know why?" He asked, standing to his feet.
"If you say something about me being closed off, I'll shove you down this hill." You threatened, but both of you knew that your words were just a mere empty promise.
"But you are." His voice was soft, and not a hint of teasing was heard as he wrapped his arms around your waist. "However, my love…" he pulled you back against his chest and leaned down until his lips softly brushed the shell of your ear.
"If you're given the right care and environment, you bloom." His words left your heart thumping, tears slowly building along your waterline. Then he lifts your chin gently as the flowers bloom, as the sun sets farther, until the moon rises, and their once-white petals start glowing a beautiful blue. "And you glow just as beautifully."
As the once-happy memory faded away, you could feel tears stinging your eyes, but you blinked them away and continued forward. There was no time to dwell on the past right now; you had to focus on the thing before you first.
The rest of the walk to the Council Chambers was silent; you followed behind Youngjae with your eyes locked on the floor underneath your feet. The moment that the door was opened, you could hear the roar of chatter from those inside; however, once you stepped inside, the noise died down to a low murmur.
"Well, if it isn't Y/n, Goddess of the stars. Welcome back to the surface, m'lady." A God who sat off to your right spoke, his condescending voice echoing all around the large room. You, however, didn't pay him any mind, your attention instead on the man who sat in the center, above all those around him.
Your father.
"Welcome back, my child. You have completed the second part of your punishment." He greeted you, but the implications of it being your 'second' punishment brought back memories from the 'first'.
Bile crept up your throat, clinging to your tongue to leave a bitter taste in your mouth as the memories resurfaced. Your heart beat almost painfully against your ribs, a wound that had been created long ago was ripped wide open once more.
The hands holding your arms were strong, keeping you in place. Your knees dug into the ragged stones beneath your body as you struggled to break free from their iron grasp. Tears streamed down your face, leaving your cheeks a flushed red as you sobbed.
"Stop this, please!" Your screams echoed in the courtyard, throat burning from the volume, yet not a single soul listened to you.
"Bring in the mortal." Your father demanded, ignoring your pleas and tears, anger plastered all over his face.
Your world seemed to stop around you the moment you saw Wooyoung's form walk into view; his hands were chained behind his back, blood trickling down from his temple. A sob tore through your throat at the thought of what they could've possibly done to him.
You thrashed around in your captor's hands, pleading with them to just let Wooyoung go. However, all you were met with was silence and the guards holding Wooyoung forced him to his knees before your father. Yet as the old God glared down at him, Wooyoung's gaze was locked on one thing and one thing only—you.
The sound of your father's decree was blurred as you tried to get to Wooyoung, but it was futile. Pain encased your heart as you met Wooyoung's eyes.
The chocolate orbs that you had always adored were filled with nothing but love and apologies, a sweet smile spreading across his lips. Fresh tears broke free when he mouthed 'it'll be okay' with a soft nod just as your father gave the order.
"NO!" You screamed as they plunged the long blade through Wooyoung's chest, crimson blood soaking the tattered white shirt he was wearing.
As his body dropped to the ground, the guards released your arms, allowing you to drag yourself to your feet. You ran towards Wooyoung and fell to your knees in front of his body, blood pooling under your knees. Sobs racked your body as you pulled him into your arms.
"Stay with me, please." You pleaded, shaky hand cupping Wooyoung's quickly paling cheek. He didn't move, the strike killing him in mere moments. A blood-curdling scream erupted from your lungs as you realized that he was gone, pain engulfing every one of your senses.
You cried as you leaned down, pressing your forehead to Wooyoung's, hoping to find a trace of his warmth, but it wasn't there—it was all gone.
The anguish that you still felt was soon joined by a burning rage that was steadily growing as you glared at your father, but you never uttered a word. Your father looked at you for a moment before clasping his hands together and leaning back in his seat.
"Have you, Y/n; Goddess of the Stars, repented for your transgressions?" Your father asked, looking at you expectantly.
You knew that he expected you to drop to your knees and apologize, but you weren't going to—you would never apologize. If anyone were in the wrong and needed to apologize, it would be your father for taking an innocent life just to make an example out of you. So you just relaxed your face into a neutral expression, your lips sealed shut.
Your silence was enough of an answer for everyone in that room, murmurs erupting around you.
"Foolish girl." Your father sneered, slamming his hand down onto the smooth marble before him. "If you choose not to repent, then so be it. I, the God of the Daylight, sentence you to banishment in the mortal realm with no powers and no hopes of ever returning until you repent for your transgressions." He waited for you to speak, but not a word was uttered, and he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Take her away."
The two guards who were positioned at the door moved towards you, their boots heavy on the polished floors. Right before they grabbed your arms, you lifted your head high, eyes meeting your father's, rage simmering in your dull irises.
"One day karma will come back and bite you for what you've done, and you'll pay a heavy price." Your voice was hoarse after not speaking for so long.
A glimmer of annoyance flashed across your father's face, but it was gone almost as soon as it was there. His eyes bore into you for a fleeting moment before they trailed over to the guards that still stood mere inches away from you.
"Take her to the gatekeeper." He instructed them, and without another word, the guards grabbed your arms and pulled you back. You kept your head held high as you walked out of the room, not letting a single one of their disappointed looks get under your skin.
The guards did as they were told and delivered you to the gatekeeper, leaving after unlocking your chains. Your eyes flickered over to the glowing portal between two columns, a strange sense of hope blooming in your chest.
"Upon your father's request, you are to have your powers sealed." The voice of the old gatekeeper was heard, causing you to look over just as the old man walked out from behind another portal. His hands stroked his long white beard as he walked over to you, the sound of his cane clicking on the pavement.
"He seems to have a lot of requests." You muttered, eyes trailing back over to the portal as the sound of the man's chuckle filled your ears.
"That he does, but I must forewarn you, child; your father is uneasily persuaded and will make sure you live a hard life if you don't follow his direction." The old, white-haired man warned you, and you looked at him with scrunched eyebrows.
"What do you mean? I'm being sent to the mortal realm. What more could he possibly want?" You asked, confusion lacing your words, but the gatekeeper just shook his head.
"That is all I can say to you. Now, hold out your wrists. I'll try to make this as quick as possible." He sighed, and even though you had more questions than you could count, you knew that it would be pointless even to ask, so inevitably you raised your arms.
The old man sealed your powers; the thorn-filled vines that circled your wrist were proof of that. Then he sent you on your way to the mortal realm with one last warning that left you with an uneasy feeling in your gut.
"There's always a plan for people, but child, you can change your fate."
Four years have passed since you were sent to the mortal realm. Four years have passed since you started your search for a purpose. Four years have passed since you began to hope that you would find him.
The family that was kind enough to take you in when you first arrived, alone and scared, suggested that you could start college. The older woman suggested that you take astronomy, seeing as you were so fond of the night sky, which made you laugh a little, given who you really were.
Yet you took her advice and began applying to a few universities. It took a few months, but you finally got accepted into one that was in the city. You hated to think of leaving the place that you had grown fond of, but you knew that if you had any chance of finding Wooyoung, you would have to venture out.
So now you find yourself wandering around the university campus, phone in hand, a map pulled up because you're lost. You glanced down at the map, then at your surroundings, but none of it made any sense.
"How could the mortal world change so much?" You mumbled, eyes darting all around as you continued forward.
Your eyes were glued to the map, trying to decipher where you were going, that you hadn't even noticed where you were and what was in front of you. At least not until you ran right into the light pole that was in front of you. A pained groan fell from your lips as you fell back to the ground, your phone flying from your hand.
"Jeez…" You groaned, rubbing the now throbbing spot on your forehead. You were sure that there was a red spot now, and eventually, there'll be a knot.
Suddenly, there was a hand in your line of sight. "Are you okay?"
Your heart seized at the familiar voice, blood rushed to your head, and your ears started ringing. Slowly, you lifted your head, your gaze falling on the long-haired male who stood before you. Shock enveloped all of your senses as you took in his appearance.
There stood Wooyoung, your once beloved, alive and well.
"Is there something on my face?" Wooyoung asked with a soft chuckle, and the sound of his voice snapped you out of the trance you seemed to be stuck in.
'He's not going to remember you, Y/n, snap out of it.' You mentally smacked yourself at the mere thought that he might recognize you.
You let out an awkward laugh, shaking your head, "No, no, I'm just shocked that someone was a witness to me walking right into a pole."
Wooyoung's lips curved into a teasing smile as you placed your hand into his. As soon as his warm skin touched yours, sparks danced across your skin, causing goosebumps to rise. Your breath hitched as memories flashed across your vision, and your heart ached in pain.
"Now, what had you so distracted that you would walk straight into a lamp post?" Wooyoung teased as he stepped away and reached down to grab your discarded phone.
"I—" Your words caught in your throat as your face flushed a bright red, embarrassment making your ears burn. Clearing your throat, "I was looking at the map, trying to find my building." You tell him as you avert your gaze to the side, watching the leafless trees sway softly in the fall winds.
Wooyoung hums as he glances down at your phone, a schedule now pulled up on your screen. Upon closer inspection, he made out that you were an astronomy student, causing his lips to twitch into a small smile.
"So you like stars, huh?" He asks as he hands your phone out to you, and you nod, taking the device into your hands, "I'm actually on a free period right now. I can show you the way."
You felt your heart speed up at the sound of his offer, hands shaking as you panicked a little, "No, no, you don't have to do that. I don't want you to waste any of your free time on me."
"It's no problem at all." He promised, a bright smile spreading across his face, and you swallowed thickly, tears stinging in your eyes as you recalled the last time you'd seen that smile. Wooyoung's smile quickly faded into worry as the first few tears fell from your eyes, "Are you okay? Should we go to the infirmary instead?"
You couldn't help but let out a weak laugh, "I'm okay. Must've been a delayed pain reaction now that the shock has worn off."' You lied through your teeth, knowing that you would've sounded absolutely insane if you had said anything else.
He looked at you with a gaze filled with uncertainty, but didn't say anything further and shoved his hands into his jacket pockets as the wind blew. It made your heart warm to know that he still didn't like the cold weather.
"Oh, I'm Wooyoung by the way." He introduced himself to you, pulling his hand out of his pocket to hold it out to you.
That's when it fully settled in that he doesn't know who you are, nor will he ever remember you, for this isn't the same life as before. Your heart felt as if it broke a little more inside the cage of your chest, and you inhaled shakily, trying to keep the tears at bay. You placed your smaller hand into his with a smile that didn't quite meet your eyes before introducing yourself.
"C'mon, let's get you to class so you're not late." He nodded his head in the direction to his right, and you sniffled with a nod, following behind him.
—
It was early afternoon by the time all of your classes ended, and you made your way to the bus stop to get back to your apartment. You recalled Wooyoung's invitation to join him and his friends at a diner later that night.
Walking down the sidewalk, you debated with yourself over whether or not you should go. You didn't want to come across as overbearing, seeing as he just met you for the first time. Goosebumps littered your skin as the temperature dropped, the aching in your wrists growing, and you remembered the reason that you were here in the first place.
Looking up at the darkening sky, the outline of the moon is faint but still there. You swore to yourself then and there that, no matter what happened, you would fight like hell to protect Wooyoung in this life. No matter the cost.
With determination in your steps, you pulled your phone out just as you arrived at the bus stop. Sitting down on the bench as you pulled up the address that he had given you.
After stopping at your apartment to drop your school stuff off and grabbing a thicker hoodie, you made your way to the diner. When you got there, you were worried that you were too late and that they had already left. Regardless, you still looked around the room in hopes of finding the raven-haired male.
"Being fashionably late is a quality of yours I see." Your head turns at the sound of Wooyoung's voice, finding him walking towards you with his signature teasing smile.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize how far away my apartment was from here." Your face flushed due to his teasing, tucking some of your hair behind your ear.
"I'm just messin' with you," He chuckles, watching the tips of your ears start to turn red as you look at him, half shocked, half annoyed, "c'mon, my friends are waiting over at the table."
Shaking your head softly, you trailed behind him as he led you to a table that was towards the middle of the diner, hidden behind a half-wall with plants lining the top. When Wooyoung stops, you look over, finding the eyes of four men staring back at you.
"This is Yeonjun, Changbin, San, and Yeosang." Wooyoung introduced all of his friends to you, pointing to each when he said their name. However, when you met Yeosang's eyes, you couldn't help but feel a bit of weight lift off your shoulders.
Wooyoung and Yeosang were close like brothers in his last life; the two were always attached at the hip. Even when Yeosang seemed to hate the idea of being seen in public with Wooyoung, he never once said no, and you knew he truly cared for Wooyoung. Knowing they had found their way back to each other in this life left your heart feeling a little lighter.
"Guys, this Y/n, the star girl I was telling you about this morning." Wooyoung's introduction caused you to laugh softly.
"Why don't you join us, Y/n? The food should be out soon." San invited you as Wooyoung sat down in his seat.
You offered him a small smile before nodding, walking around his seat to take the empty chair between him and Wooyoung, setting your bag on your lap. You barely got sat down when all eyes fell on you once more, all holding some level of curiosity.
"Did you just start this quarter? I haven't seen you around before." Yeonjun asked as he took a sip of his soda.
"Yeah, I—" You paused, not sure how to answer without it sounding too strange, "I wasn't too sure about school before then."
Yeonjun nods, and Changbin smiles at you, "There's nothing wrong with being unsure. How was your first day?"
As you told them about your day and answered any of their questions, you felt your body relax, and the atmosphere filled with warmth and laughter as you told them how your professor messed up on their presentation. You were so lost in conversation that you hadn't even realized that you had pulled your sleeves up to your elbows until you saw Changbin's gaze drift down.
"Whoa, those tattoos are cool. It's like they're cuffs." Changbin complemented the markings around your wrist, not knowing that they weren't tattoos at all. Your breath caught in your throat, and you discreetly moved your hands to your lap before pulling your sleeves back down, muttering out a thanks with a forced smile.
The tension in the air grew steadily, and noticing your unease, San looked over at you with a soft smile, "Wooyoung said that your major was astronomy."
"Yeah," You gave him a thankful smile, relaxing in your seat once more, "I've always had an affinity for the night sky; it's truly remarkable."
"Can you name all of the constellations?" Changbin asked while shoving a fry into his mouth, causing you to laugh.
"I ca—"
"Hyejoo!" The sound of Wooyoung calling someone's name cut you off, and you looked over just as he stood from his chair, walking towards a girl who had just walked into the diner.
You felt your heart sink drastically as you watched him reach over to grab her waist gently, pulling her body towards his. Your stomach churned violently, leaving you feeling incredibly queasy, and your ears started to ring dully.
Noticing your gaze, Yeonjun turns his head, catching sight of the couple before turning to look back at you, "Oh, that's Hyejoo, Wooyoung's girlfriend."
Girlfriend. His girlfriend.
It seemed like the world blurred around you, your vision tunneling as you tried to process those words. However, seeing them smile so happily at each other made your heart break, tears involuntarily filling your eyes as you watched. You bit down on your tongue as your hands shook in your lap, emotions swirled in your mind, and you just couldn't seem to tear your eyes away from the couple.
"Hey, Y/n, are you okay?" San asked, hesitantly placing his hand on your shoulder.
Upon hearing his voice, the emotions quieted, and you blinked away the tears before looking over at him with a smile that didn't quite meet your misty eyes.
"I'm okay." Your voice wavered slightly, eyes finding their way back to Wooyoung and Hyejoo, watching as he pushes a strand of her hair back behind her ear. "They look happy together."
Your statement earned you a choked laugh from Yeonjun, the redhead coughing on his soda before looking at you like you just said the funniest thing in the world.
"Don't let that show fool you." He jabbed a finger over his shoulder, confusing you, "she's only after his money, trust me. We've caught her cheating before and even emotionally manipulating Wooyoung." The more that he explained, the pain you felt was slowly swallowed by anger.
"Have you not talked to him about it?" You asked, fingers curling into your palm to create fists.
"Of course we have." Yeosang's eyebrows scrunched together, setting his glass down, "but no matter how many times we tell him or even show him the evidence, he just won't leave her."
"We're not sure what the hell she has over him," Yeonjun adds in.
"I don't think she has anything over him. It's more so other things." San said, his voice insinuating something that you were sure the other three knew, but you.
Choosing to ignore it, your eyebrows scrunched together, "he doesn't deserve to live like that, that's not real love."
"Ya know it sounds like you've known him for more than a few hours when you say it like that." Changbin jokes, but your breath catches, and you avert your gaze.
'Cause I've known him for much longer than a few measly hours.' You thought as you swallowed thickly, eyes trained on your balled fists.
"He just… reminds me of someone." You muttered quietly, biting the inside of your lip.
The sound of footsteps caught your attention, and you looked up just as Wooyoung walked over with Hyejoo trailing close behind him.
"I didn't miss anything, did I?" Wooyoung asks as he takes his seat next to you once more, a bright smile plastered on his face as he looks at each of you in turn.
"Nah, man, just chatting." Yeonjun shrugs, grabbing a fry from Changbin's plate, causing the dark-haired male to swat at his hand.
Feeling eyes burning into your skull, you looked over to find Hyejoo looking at you pointedly, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. You mustered up a smile, but it was quickly wiped away when she spoke.
"Get up." Her voice was curt, causing your jaw to clench tightly.
Yeonjun scoffs, rolling his eyes and pointing to the two chairs at the end of the table, "There are other chairs, Hyejoo, take your pick."
"No, that's my seat." She refused, stomping her foot as a child would when they wouldn't get their way.
"Last time I checked, it didn't have your name on it." Yeonjun stared at her blankly, taking the straw in his cup between his lips.
"It's fine, Hye, just sit here." Wooyoung started to get up to pull the chair on the end out for Hyejoo, but you quickly placed your hand on his shoulder, stopping him.
"It's alright, Wooyoung, I just remembered a project I need to get started on, so I should go." You smiled at him. The last thing you wanted to do was to make things harder for him, so you decided to just let Hyejoo have her way this time.
"But—"
"It's okay," you offered him a soft smile when he looked at you apologetically. "Enjoy your night." You grabbed your bag before standing up and making your way out of the diner.
As soon as the door closed behind you, all of the pain hit you tenfold, tears pooled along your waterline, and you placed a hand over your heart as your chest began to hurt. You knew deep down that you had no right to feel so upset about him being with someone who wasn't you; he had just met you in this life. It only made sense. But it did, it hurt so much as if your heart was being ripped from the depths of your chest.
Setting out further into the freezing night air, you glanced up at the night sky, stars staring back at you dimly, just as they had for the time your powers had been sealed away. You tried to connect the scattered orbs, but it was futile; without your guidance, they were just specks in the sky.
Your lip started to tremble slightly as you began to wonder if this was another one of your father's cruel 'punishments' and started to curse him once more, until the sound of your name being called pulled your attention from the night sky.
Glancing over, you found Wooyoung standing just a few feet away with a plastic bag in his hands. Your head tilted slightly in confusion when he held it out to you.
"I'm sure you haven't eaten for a while, so I got you this, so make sure to eat, alright?" He told you before placing it into your hands, not giving you a chance to refuse.
Looking down at the bag in your hands, you were reminded of when you met him for the first time many, many years ago. You had saved his little brother from a group of bandits when he was on his way home from gathering herbs.
"Are you alright, dear?" You asked the small boy who had cowered into a tree, his knees pulled to his chest as he looked up at you with teary eyes. He slowly untucked himself and nodded with a sniffle. "Let's get you home then." You held your hand out to the small child, and he hesitantly took it, guiding you back to his home.
Upon arriving at the small house, you were met with a frantic male calling out the little boy's name. When he saw you with the child, he rushed over to grab him, making sure that he was okay and unharm.
"S-She saved me." The little boy hiccupped as he pointed over to you, and you just offered a small smile.
"Thank you so much for saving my brother. Please come in. I'm almost finished with dinner." Wooyoung bowed down to you, causing you to panic slightly, waving your hands in front of you as your cheeks flushed.
"It wasn't a problem really," You told him before adding, "and I really can't stay."
"Then please wait here." Wooyoung pleaded with you before turning and rushing back into the house, not leaving you a chance to respond.
"Thank you for saving me, Miss." The little boy tugged on your gown, causing you to look down at him.
With a smile, you situated your gown before crouching down, "I couldn't just leave a child to be bullied like that, could I?" You fixed some of his hair, missing the way he looked at you affectionately, "Just remember to be a little more careful next time, yeah?"
"I will, I promise." He nodded, his little hands balling into fists of determination, causing you to laugh softly.
Wooyoung came back out just as you ruffled the little boy's hair and stood back up onto your feet, a smile adorning your features as you looked at his brother. Walking over, he caught your attention before handing the packed-up sweets into your hands, leaving no room for discussion.
You smiled fondly at the memory as you looked back up at Wooyoung, who was watching you, and you began to wonder if he had any siblings in this life. However, when the wind blew, it left both of you shivering, and you laughed softly as Wooyoung dramatically shook his shoulders.
"Thank you, Wooyoung," you smiled at the raven-haired male before glancing inside the diner, where the group was still sitting. "You should get back inside."
Following your gaze, he nods softly before looking back at you and smiling, "Get home safe, Y/n."
You watched as he walked back into the diner, the bell above the door ringing loudly in your ears. Your gaze never left his form as he sat back down with the others, and you couldn't help but feel a bit bittersweet. Even if he wasn't going to be with you this lifetime, you were going to make sure that you watched over him.
After a few moments, you tore your gaze away and peeked inside the bag, a small, sad laugh leaving your lips as you looked at the small note attached to the top of the to-go container. Tears that you hadn't even noticed broke free and dripped from your eyes onto the styrofoam.
The note held his phone number with his name, surrounded by a multitude of different doodles. However, looking closer, you saw a little note scribbled on the bottom that caused a choked sob to tear from your throat.
'Thank you for joining us, Y/n, let's be friends, okay?"
The days that you spent hanging out with Wooyoung and his friends slowly turned into weeks, and those weeks spilled into months. As the time flew by, you found yourself growing as a part of the group, and being close to Wooyoung brought you a sense of security that you believed had disappeared a long time ago.
You started to feel at peace once more, your brain finally shutting down from worrying about that relentless attack for months. Even now, as you sit on Changbin's living room couch, talking to the guys.
"How are braids like that even possible?" Changbin asked, leaning back to look at the rest of the braids that were in your hair, causing you to laugh softly.
"I can see braiding someone else's hair, but your own? It has to be magic or something, I don't know." Yeonjun shook his head, grabbing a few more chips from the bag to place in his mouth.
"It's really not that difficult, guys," You laughed, screwing the cap back onto your water bottle, a wide smile spread across your lips.
"Speaking of braiding hair, Wooyoung's hair is pretty much at the point where you could." San teased the younger male who was chillin on the couch next to him, eyes watching you as you scooted back before they lit up at San's words.
"Yes! Braid my hair, Y/n, please." He practically begged as he jumped up from the couch and walked over to you, completely missing the shock etched on your features.
Your heart started to beat rapidly at the thought of him being close enough for you to touch. Even though it's been months and he's invited you out countless times, it's always been with at least one of the other guys, and he'd always keep his distance, staying at least an arm's length away. You figured that it had something to do with Hyejoo, and it hurt like a thousand knives to the heart, but you just smiled through it, not wanting to pry. So to say that you were shocked that he was willingly getting this close to you again would be an understatement.
"You want me to braid your hair?" You asked, looking up at him, trying to make sure that you even heard him correctly, and he smiled with a nod, already sitting down between your knees. Heat flushed your face as he situated himself on the floor, his skin pressed against the bare skin of your calves.
After a few moments, you raised your shaky hand, running your fingers through his soft locks of hair. Your fingertips tingled as you recalled all of the times that you used to play with his hair when he lay in your lap or against you while he slept.
Your heart nearly lurched up into your throat when he nuzzled his head back into the palm of your hand, and you were sure that if he were able to, he'd be purring like a cat. A warm smile spread across your lips as you tried to ignore the way that your body was reacting to him like it used to so long ago. So you started parting his hair in order to braid it, missing the eyes that were watching you with curiosity.
While you tried to braid Wooyoung's hair, he was playing some sort of mobile game on his phone while the rest of the guys put on some cheesy comedy movie that Yeonjun picked out, talking amongst each other. You hummed softly to yourself as you restarted on your braid for the nth time after Wooyoung jerked out of your hold due to the game, cursing under his breath.
However, the calm atmosphere was interrupted by a loud knock at the door followed by the doorbell ringing. You looked over at Yeosang, who was sitting to your right, before looking at the other, and each of you was just as equally confused. No one else was expecting anyone or packages, so you were left wondering who could be.
"I'll go see who it is." Changbin got up before heading towards the front door, while Wooyoung turned his phone off.
"Are you almost done?" Wooyoung asked, hand reaching back to touch his head, causing you to roll your eyes while swatting his hand away.
"No, you keep moving, so I've had to restart at least a dozen times now." You huffed out, restarting once again while Wooyoung chuckled.
"C'mon, you can't handle a bit of movement?" He teases while turning his head just enough to let one of the strands slip from your fingers, and you groan.
"I won't have to worry about movement if I just taped you still." You threatened, running your fingers through his hair so you could restart yet again.
"No, that's just mean Y/n." Wooyoung pouted, lightly pinching your calf, causing you to jump, a small gasp falling from your lips, and you smacked his shoulder.
"Don't do that!"
"Or what?" Wooyoung smirked, and you were half tempted to pull his hair, but against your better judgment, you didn't.
The two of you had been too busy with your banter that neither of you noticed when Changbin walked back into the living room, a semi-annoyed expression on his face as someone followed in behind him.
"Wooyoung." Changbin's call for the raven-haired male caused the room to fall silent, eyes finding their way to the entryway.
Wooyoung's hair slowly slipped from your fingers as you saw his girlfriend standing slightly behind Changbin, her arms crossed over her chest and a scowl on her face. You felt your mouth go dry as a mixture of worry and annoyance bubbled in your gut, feelings you haven't felt in a while.
"Oh, so you guys won't invite me to hang out, but you'll sure as hell invite her, huh? I thought I was a part of this group." Hyesoo grunted as she glared directly at you, her upper lip pulling back slightly as if she were trying to bare her teeth at you.
It took all you had not to give her some kind of remark, hoping to keep a semblance of peace.
"You were never a part of our group," Yeonjun grumbled from the other side of you, low but still audible to those near him.
Wooyoung smacks his leg, giving him a hard look before climbing to his feet. You would be lying if you said it didn't hurt even a little when he didn't glance back at you before walking towards Hyesoo.
"What are you doing here, babe?" He asked, eyebrows knitting together in confusion as he moved closer to her.
"Well, you weren't answering your phone, so I came looking for you." She told him, uncrossing her arms with a pout as Wooyoung got closer. Changbin, however, crossed his arms, asking how she even knew Wooyoung would be here, an annoyed tinge to his tone. "Oh, I just looked at his location."
A sour taste filled your mouth as she told you that she made Wooyoung share his location at all times, but you bit down on your tongue. Hard.
Despite all of the obvious protests of her staying, Hyejoo eventually made herself comfortable on the loveseat between Wooyoung and San. You could tell that the latter was uncomfortable as he pretty much pressed himself against the arm to keep some distance between himself and Hyejoo.
You tried to focus on the movie, fiddling with the cuff of your hoodie sleeve, but the feeling of eyes on you caused you to glance over. Hyejoo looked over at you, a smirk tugging on the corner of her lips as she hooked her arm through Wooyoung's. You just rolled your eyes and turned back towards the movie, missing the annoyed look that flashed across Hyejoo's face.
"Ya know, it's practically summer, why are you always wearing a hoodie, Y/n?" Her question caught you off guard, and you stopped fiddling with the fabric and looked over at her.
Annoyance was starting to creep into your senses, and you just exhaled deeply, not wanting to start anything, so you brushed it off before answering her, "I get cold easily."
Your answer was short, and you turned to watch the movie once more, but caught Yeonjun's eyes beforehand, and you could see the glare he was giving Hyejoo. Opening your mouth, you started to tell him to drop it, but Hyejoo's words caused you to freeze.
"You're not one of those freaks that wear long sleeves to hide their scars, are you?"
At that point, the last shred of patience you had snapped, and you turned towards her, anger burning hot in your eyes.
"I'm sorry?" You asked, voice tight as you absentmindedly moved towards the edge of the couch.
"I'm just asking," Hyejoo shrugged, a slight smirk pulling on the corner of her lips, "those people are just freaks, I mean, come on, who willingly cuts themself to look like a chopping board."
"Shut the hell up, Hyejoo." You growled, shooting out of your seat, hands curled into tight fists at your sides.
"Excuse you?!" Hyejoo asked in disbelief as she stood as well, the air around you two growing thick with tension.
"I've dealt with your self-righteous bitchiness for long enough, but now you're gonna actively shun people who are physically and mentally hurting?" You were seething, rage flowing hot under your skin, and Yeonjun moved to stand as well as Wooyoung, both ready to interfere if things got physical.
"Well, dumbass, they wouldn't be hurting if they didn't slice themself like paper." Hyejoo rolled her eyes, and you lunged, ready to finally get your hands on her, but Yeonjun was quicker. He wrapped his arms around your waist, keeping you in place.
"Yeonjun, I swear to the gods that you'd better let me go." You gritted your teeth, fighting against his hold, but he was much stronger than you.
"You are one of them, aren't you?" Hyejoo laughed, actually laughed, and at that point, all you saw was red, "you're probably just leeching off the guys, too, huh? Making them waste their money on someone as pathetic as you."
"Hyejoo, knock it off, that's not true." San shot out of his seat when he watched you physically slum in Yeonjun's hold, an almost distant look in your eyes.
"Yeah, if anyone is leeching, it's you," Yeonjun growled, turning his attention back to you, making sure that you were alright.
"San's right, babe, Y/n isn't a leech. She doesn't ev—"
"Me or her." Hyejoo cut Wooyoung off before he could even finish his sentence, her words causing the whole room to fall silent.
"What?" Wooyoung asked in disbelief, his eyes growing wide as he looked down at his girlfriend.
"You heard me. Choose. Me or her?" Hyejoo asked more sternly, pointing at herself before jabbing her finger in your direction, causing the raven-haired male to look between both of you.
You watched as war waged behind his chocolate eyes, his gaze flickering to you before landing back on Hyejoo. A small selfish part of you wished and hoped wholeheartedly that he would pick you over her, but you knew that he wouldn't—couldn't.
It felt like your soul had been crushed once more when he looked back at you with a pained, guilty expression. "I-I'm sorry." His voice cracked with pain as he took in the sight of your tear-brimmed eyes, but he just couldn't bring himself to leave the one person he believed actually loved him.
Inhaling shakily, you pulled yourself out of Yeonjun's hold, a grim smile spreading across your face. "It's okay, Woo." Your gaze flickered over to Hyejoo, who was still glaring at you, but had a smug smile on her lips, which only caused more pain to shoot through your heart, knowing who you were leaving him with. Swallowing thickly, you turned, "I should probably go then."
You didn't give any of them a chance to protest before walking towards the front entrance, slipping your shoes onto your feet as tears silently flowed down your flushed cheeks. The sound of footsteps echoed in the halls as you stood up to grab your bag from the coat rack. Looking over your shoulder, you could see Yeosang through your teary vision.
"Hey, did you need a ride home. It's pretty late." He offered, and you were glad that he hadn't apologized or even mentioned what happened, because if he had, you weren't sure you'd make it out of the house before fully breaking down.
"N-No—" You choked back a sob, furiously trying to wipe your face free of tears, but it seemed like the more you wiped them away, the more they came back. "I just wanna be alone right now." You tried your best to muster a smile, but Yeosang could see that you were hanging on by a thread.
"Message one of us when you get home, okay?" He nodded, concern swimming in his eyes, the longer he watched you try to hold on, and you nodded softly before bidding him a farewell and walking out of the house.
Hearing the door shut, Yeonjun looked over just as Yeosang walked back into the room. Meeting the redhead's eyes, Yeosang shook his head, causing Yeonjung to scoff. Anger of his own was bubbling in his veins as he watched his best friend comfort his girlfriend as if she hadn't done anything wrong.
Sensing eyes on him, Wooyoung looked up, meeting his friends' furious eyes, and flinched when Yeonjun spat out those few words before walking off.
"Good fucking job, dude."
—
Over the next few weeks, Wooyoung doesn't utter a single word to you, never answers your texts or calls, but he never blocked your number either, so you knew he was getting them. Then, when he actively started to avoid you, even when you were with the guys, it was the cherry on top.
After that, you figured that you would just distance yourself from all of them, but the pain of seeing Wooyoung avoid you like the plague became too much. You still watched from a distance, keeping your promise to protect him, but somewhere along the way, you found yourself drifting away from everything entirely.
It was Friday evening when you heard a knock at your apartment door. You lay sprawled across the couch watching TV with a bag of chips forgotten on your stomach. You stared at the ceiling, debating whether or not you wanted to get up to answer the door. However, when the knocking continued, you knew you couldn't ignore it, not without getting a complaint from your neighbors. So you groaned, muting the TV and tossing the bag of chips on the coffee table before moving sluggishly towards the front door.
You didn't even bother looking through the peephole, already knowing that it could only be a few select people. Unlatching the lock, you opened the door, squinting slightly as the bright hallway light met your eyes.
"Finally, I thought we'd have to break the door down." Yeonjun groned, causing you to roll your eyes, and Yeosang shook his head.
"He would've been the one breaking down doors." Yeosang pointed at the redhead who shot him a glare, but you just looked at them with an emotionless expression that was all too familiar.
"What are you guys doing here?" You asked, leaning against the doorframe with your arms crossed.
"Well, hello to you, too, dear friend." Yeonjun sassed, and any other day, you would've probably rolled your eyes and called him dramatic, but at the moment, you didn't feel much of anything. Seeing the dark bags under your eyes, he sighed, "We need you to come to the party Wooyoung is throwing for Hyejoo's birthday."
At the sound of Wooyoung's name, Yeonjun could see you visibly flinch, pain pooling in your orbs. However, you masked it as much as you could, swallowing thickly.
"He doesn't want to see me, Yeonjun. Why would I show up to a party he's throwing uninvited?" You asked as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Except you're not uninvited," Yeosang spoke up, waving an invitation with your name on it, "he wants to see you, Y/n, but Hyejoo is making it difficult. Plus, she's back on her cheating antics again, and Wooyoung hasn't been himself; we're worried."
Anger and worry wormed their way into your brain as you listened to Yeosang, your body slowly straightening as you battled your inner turmoil over whether or not you should interfere. Yet you knew that you would, that you couldn't just stand idly by while Wooyoung was being used and manipulated and even hurt. So reluctantly, you nodded your head, letting your arms fall to your sides.
"Okay," Your voice shook slightly as you looked between the two males that stood at your doorstep, "what time do we leave?"
A few hours later, you were standing in Wooyoung's house with a plastic cup filled with liquor in your hand as you talked to San. The party was going in full circle around you, music causing the ground beneath your feet to vibrate.
You hadn't seen any sign of the raven-haired male since you showed up, a part of you sad, another grateful, because you weren't sure you were ready to see him again. However, just as San was telling you about the bet he and Changbin made over cup pong, you caught sight of Hyejoo.
Standing a little taller, you watched as she latched onto the arm of a guy who was most definitely not Wooyoung, a sickeningly sweet smile pulling at her lips. Your eyes followed after them as Hyejoo led the guy up the stairs.
"Hold this." You handed your cup over to San before maneuvering your way through the crowd, ignoring San's call of your name.
Just as you disappeared up the steps, Changbin walked over to San, asking what was going on, and San's eyes flickered from the stairs to the shorter male, a small grimace painting his features. "Shit is about to hit the fan, where's Yeonjun and Yeo?"
Getting to the top of the stairs, you looked around, trying to find any sign of where they might've gone. Then you heard giggling coming from a room off to your left, and you stormed over, anger clouding your vision. Bringing your hand up, you brought it back down roughly against the wood, banging repeatedly despite the sounds of it being occupied.
Ignoring them, you reached for the doorknob, and by some miracle, it was unlocked. Opening it, you were met with the sight of Hyejoo perched on the dudes lap, lips locked together. Your lips pull up in disgust as you lean against the doorframe, arms crossed loosely across your chest.
"Oh my god, are you stupid or something—" Hyejoo spun around, ready to tell you off, until she realized who it was standing in the doorway. A smug smirk tugs on her lips, "Wooyoung won't believe you even if you told him."
However, instead of getting the angry or annoyed reaction that she had expected from you, all you gave her was a borderline sinister smirk. Pushing yourself off the doorframe, you step further into the room, "Oh, I won't have to say a word to him, Hye." You said her nickname almost mockingly, leaving an uneasy feel to settle in the brunette's stomach. Then your eyes flicker over to the guy who was still sitting on the bed, watching, but when he felt your eyes on him, he looked over, "scram."
"You don't get to tell me what to do bitch." He glared at you, but you glared at him, the air in the room turning icy and becoming hard to breathe. The energy that was radiating off of your body was enough to have him scrambling out of the room, finally leaving you alone with Hyejoo.
"Coward," Hyejoo grumbled as she watched the guy run off before looking back at you, crossing her arms tightly over her chest.
"So you're just gonna openly cheat in your boyfriend's home?" You asked, jaw tight as you tried your best to keep your cool, "at a party he threw for you no less."
"Yeah, so what? All I have to do is show him a little love and he'll believe everything I say." Hyejoo shrugged, brushing it off as if it were nothing, setting you off.
"How could you treat someone like that? Huh? Is it some sick fetish you have?" You sneered, hands balling into fists as you dropped them to your sides. "Wooyoung cares so much about you, Hyejoo, and you what? Just use him and discard him like he's some fucking toy?"
The sound of Hyejoo's laugh almost made you lunge at her; however, her words made you grit your teeth, "Exactly, Y/n, now you're starting to get it. He's clingy and pathetic, the only thing he has going for him is the money, so of course I'm gonna use him." She smirks as she takes in your outraged expression, walking towards you and placing her hand on your shoulder, only to have you smack it away, "You wanna know why he keeps coming back?" She leans down next to your ear, her breath fanning your cheek, "because he never got the attention and love he needed from his parents, so he clings to any kind he can get."
A deep, almost guttural growl tore through your throat as you shoved her back, a fire burning bright in your eyes as your hands shook uncontrollably with rage at your sides.
"So if I just give him that little bit of attention he craves so much, he'll be wrapped tight around my finger. Mine to use as I please, and I bet you he'd even thank me." Hyejoo smirked, looking at her freshly manicured nails while you fought demons to not lunge at her.
"Do you even care about him? At all?" You were fuming, eyelid twitching as you used your last bit of strength to keep from swinging any punches, knowing that it'd only look worse on your behalf.
"Me? Care about him? Not at all."
You inhaled sharply, ready to tell her off once more; however, the hairs on the back of your neck stood tall. You could sense him before his shaky voice broke through your argument.
"What is going on in here?" Wooyoung asked, eyes flickering between you and Hyejoo. Tears brimmed in his eyes as he tried his best to keep his composure after hearing everything.
Both you and Hyejoo froze in your spots, heads turning to look at the raven-haired male who was standing in the doorway of the bedroom. Even in the dimly lit room, you could tell that his face was flushed, and you could see the tears building along his waterline, and your heart dropped. This wasn't how you had planned for him to find out—not at all—but now it was too late.
"Woo!" Hyejoo put on a pitiful act as she tried to play the victim, saying that you cornered and threatened her while wrapping her hands around his arm.
"Stop!" Wooyoung shouted, causing both of you to jump, pulling his arm out of Hyejoo's grasp and looking down at her with a teary glare. "I heard everything, Hyejoo." His voice wavered as he took a step away from her, tears breaking free, "Why? After everything I've done for you, why?"
You wanted so badly to pull Wooyoung into your arms as he started to tremble, holding a hand over his heart.
"I gave you everything you've wanted, but it was just some ploy to you, huh?" He asked, eyes narrowing into slits and his upper lip pulling into a trembling sneer. "I trusted you, loved you, turned a blind eye to everything because I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, but look where that got me." His voice cracked, tears streaming down his face while Hyejoo watched him with wide eyes. "I'm such a fucking idiot to believe you actually cared."
"Wooyo—" Hyejoo started to reach for him, but Wooyoung stepped out of her reach, pointing towards the bedroom door.
"Leave." He demanded, head tilted down as tears dripped from the tip of his nose. Hyejoo tried to protest, but Wooyoung cut her off once more, "Get out!" This time, he shouted, causing you to flinch, your heart aching as you watched him glare at Hyejoo.
Seeing that she had been caught, Hyejoo tucked her tail and darted out of the room just as the rest of the boys showed up. They watched Hyejoo for a moment before walking into the room, eyes flickering from Wooyoung to you, then back to Wooyoung.
"Wooyoung, man, are you okay?" Changbin asked cautiously, taking a step towards the raven-haired male.
Wooyoung lifts his head, laughing bitterly as more tears continued to stream down his face, "Do I look okay to you? Huh, Changbin?!" You took a step towards him, ready to reach out, but quickly recoiled when he told everyone to get out.
"Hey, we're not gonna just leave you alone, dude." Yeonjun started, crossing his arms, completely missing the way Wooyoung started to shake violently.
"Yeah, we're here for yo—"
"Can't any of you fucking listen?! I said leave me the fuck alone, alright!" Wooyoung's voice bounced off the walls, causing you to flinch, and the boys looked at their best friend in shock, having never seen him blow up like that before.
All of you watch as he moves to sit on the edge of the bed, burying his face in his hands, quiet sobs filling the silent room. Reluctantly, the boys left the room after shooting you a concerned glance and essentially leaving you alone with Wooyoung.
You started to move towards the door, but the sound of Wooyoung's cry tethered your feet to the ground—a pain shot through your chest at the sound, tears of your own brimming along your waterline. Swallowing thickly, you turned and started to walk back to his slouched form, reaching out.
"Just leave me alone, Y/n." His voice came out hoarse as he pulled his head out of his hands, staring at you with bloodshot eyes that were filled with nothing but agony and betrayal. You reluctantly pulled your hand back, parting your lips to speak, but he was quicker, "Why are you even here?"
"I was worried about y—" You tried to explain yourself, but quickly choked on your words as more tears fell from his eyes.
"Leave, please." He practically begged, his voice wavering and bottom lip trembling. Blinking back tears of your own, you quietly gave him an apology and turned towards the bedroom door.
You barely made it five steps to the door before arms circled around your waist, holding you back. Wooyoung buried his face in the crook of your neck, "I'm sorry."
Hearing his apology made your heart twist with so much pain, and you wished dearly that you could just take all of his hurting away; hell, you'd even take it on if it meant he wouldn't hurt anymore. You started to move so you could turn to face him, but he thought that you were going to leave and tightened his grip, gluing you to his chest as he cried into your skin.
"Please don't go, I'm so sorry." He cried, body trembling against yours, "Please don't leave me."
The pain in his voice as he pleaded with you caused you to gasp softly, tears finally breaking free as you loosened his grip enough to turn around to face him. You mustered a smile through your tears as you gently took his face in your palms, your thumb wiping away some of the tears. Pulling him down, you lay his forehead against yours, his eyes fluttering shut as he felt your warm breath fanning over his face.
"I would never leave you, Wooyoung. Never." You whispered softly, caressing his face, and sobs racked his body, his hands gripping at your shirt as both of you sank to the floor.
You held onto him tightly as he cried into your chest, the sound tearing your heart to pieces. But you tried to blink your own tears away as you rocked his body softly, humming a song that you were all too familiar with.
Eventually, his sobs quieted into sniffles before he fell asleep in your arms, hands still tightly holding onto you in fear that you might be gone once he woke up. You continued to hum as you brushed some of the hair out of his face, clearing away a few stray tears that stuck under his eye.
"What are you humming? It sounds familiar." Yeosang's sudden voice caused you to jump, your heart beating frantically as you looked over at him before looking back at Wooyoung to make sure you didn't wake him.
"It was something my mother used to sing when I was upset." You explained to him, sniffling softly.
"How is he?" He asked, glancing down at the sleeping male in your arms, and you followed his gaze, brushing your finger across his forehead gently.
"He was really upset…" Your breath hitched as you recalled the painful cries that once filled the room, "but he eventually ended up falling asleep."
Yeosang watched as you looked down at Wooyoung, nothing but love and admiration in your gaze. Even though he knew deep down that he could trust that you would never do anything to hurt Wooyoung, he still couldn't help but worry about his best friend.
"Don't hurt him, Y/n, he's already been through enough." He warned you, and you looked up at him with scrunched eyebrows, grip tightening around Wooyoung as you spoke.
"I would rather suffer in the pits of hell than ever hurt him, Yeosang." You swore, a bit of hurt flashing in your eyes at the thought that he might actually think you'd hurt the boy in your arms.
Yeosang watched you for a moment longer before Changbin walked up to him, grabbing his shoulder softly, "Everyone is gone. Is Wooyoung doing okay?"
Changbin peeked into the room as he asked, a relieved sigh falling from his lips as he caught sight of the raven-haired male fast asleep in your arms. Nodding slightly to himself, he patted his friend's shoulder, "Come on."
However, Yeosang was hesitant to follow, eyes still locked on Wooyoung's sleeping form, causing Changbin to sigh. So he grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the room.
"Y/n, we'll be downstairs if you need anything, so just hollar, okay?" He told you, and you glanced back with a tired smile and a quick nod of your head. He then shut the bedroom door and tugged Yeosang further down the hallway until he pulled out of Changbin's grip.
"You're really just gonna leave him with her?" Yeosang asked, pointing towards the bedroom door, causing Changbin to look at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah, I am, he's in good hands, Yeosang." Changbin told him, crossing his arms over his chest, "Do you even have eyes, Yeosang? Or even bothered to have an actual conversation with Y/n? If you have, you'd know that she cares about him. A lot."
"Sure, but I'm still worried."
"We're all worried about him, Yeosang. Hell, he just got out of Hyejoo's grasp." Changbin scoffed slightly, "But the one thing that none of us have to worry about is Y/n hurting him."
Yeosang groaned, digging the palm of his hand into his eyes, "How can you be so sure?"
Letting out a sigh, Changbin just shook his head, letting his eyes close for a moment, "I just know, alright." He then stepped forward to pat Yeosang's back, "Go get some rest, man, it's been a night."
He then walked down the stairs, leaving Yeosang standing there fighting his inner turmoil. His eyes glancing back at the bedroom door, he knew that Changbin was right, but he just couldn't help but worry because there would always be that slight chance.
The weeks that followed were nothing short of busy. Wooyoung was down in the dumps for the first few weeks, so you and the guys were constantly with him. Everyone was worried about leaving him out of their sights for too long, you included.
However, after about a month and a half, Wooyoung started to get his old spark back once more. The six of you then spent the rest of your summer break doing all sorts of things. One of your favorites would have to be the time that you stayed at Yeonjun's family condo on the beach, where you had started to make a dessert that you learned from your adoptive mother. Though not too far into the process, the kitchen was covered in brownie batter and all the ingredients that were included.
It was a fond memory that you would hold onto for lifetimes, even if you got stuck cleaning most of it the next day because the boys slept like logs.
The thing that you enjoyed the most out of everything was seeing Wooyoung go back to his old self and how much closer the two of you got since Hyejoo was no longer in the picture. It was truly a dream come true.
Even now, as you stood in Wooyoung's kitchen cooking ramen at the late hour of midnight, you couldn't help the silly grin that spread across your lips as the raven-haired male behind you told you some story he read online.
"The dude actually expected his girlfriend to stay with him after that, too." He scoffed, eyes still reading the post, and you laughed softly as you turned your head to look at him. "They spend so many years together, it's kinda sad."
You hummed, turned the stove off to finish up the noodles. Wooyoung hit the power button on his phone as he lifted his head to watch you. A curious sparkle in his eyes as questions started to flood his mind, and before he could stop himself, a few flew past his lips.
"What about your past? Was there ever someone important to you?" He asked, almost regretting it the moment he saw you freeze midstep.
Swallowing thickly, you moved back to the stove to separate the ramen into bowls, "there… was someone once." You glanced over your shoulder, shooting him a sad smile, "but my family took him away from me."
You could see the flicker of disappointment on Wooyoung's face, and you couldn't help but laugh softly, knowing that he was thinking it was another person. Not that it had been him you were talking about. After you finished putting the ramen into the bowls, you turned to walk towards him.
"Why do you ask?"
"No reason really, just curious." He shook his head, taking the bowl from your hands before setting it on the counter. A startled gasp fell from your lips when his hand grabbed yours, tugging you a bit closer to him. "Why do you always hide these?" His thumb brushed over the raised skin around your wrist where your branded marks lay, and your breath caught in your throat. "They're beautiful."
A chill runs down your spine as he continues to stroke the skin around your wrist, heart beating rapidly beneath your ribs. You tried to think of something to tell him that would sound at least somewhat reasonable, because it wasn't like you could just tell him that your father, who is a God, sealed your powers away as a punishment.
Slowly and gently, you pulled your hand from Wooyoung's, and he didn't try to stop you, but his eyes were glued to your conflicted face, "it's a long story… with a l-lot of horrible memories."
You cursed yourself internally for stumbling over your words, but Wooyoung just offered you a comforting smile with a nod. He doesn't push any further before sitting down on the stool and pulling both your and his bowls to the edge, waiting for you to join him.
Both of you ate in a comforting silence, the soft hum of the fridge and the ticking from the clock being the only sounds to fill the silence. However, as you were eating, you hadn't noticed the raging war that was going on in Wooyoung's eat as he slowly ate. Then, mustering up all of the courage that he could get, he set his chopsticks down before turning towards you.
"Y/n?" He called out your name, causing you to hum as you looked at him, and he swallowed thickly. He let the words tumble from his mouth before he had a chance to second-guess himself. "Would you go on a date with me?"
His question shocked you to your core, the chopsticks in your hands dropping against the rim of your bowl. Sure, the two of you had grown closer, but you weren't even sure that he felt the same way, and you were happy to just stay as friends. But as his question lingers in the air, you start to wonder if you had even heard him correctly.
Upon seeing your reaction, Wooyoung starts to panic, his heart beating loudly in his ears as he tries to take what he said back, "I'm sorry, just forget I asked. It's probably too soon anyway."
"No, no, no." You quickly snap out of the trance you were stuck in, a wide smile spreading across your face as you nod your head softly, "I'd love to go on a date with you, Wooyoung."
Hearing those words fall from your lips was like the world had finally been given peace once more. The ringing in Wooyoung's ears subsided, and a wide grin pulled on his lips as he looked at you with wide eyes, "Are you being for real?"
His question caused you to burst into a fit of laughter, covering your face. After a few moments, you were able to calm yourself, and you carefully took his hand into yours, thumb brushing across his knuckles, "Yes, really, you dork."
Wooyoung felt air come back into his lungs for the first time since he asked the question, and he gently wrapped his fingers around yours. Seeing the smile that spread across your face as he started listing all the things the two of you could do was a sight he wanted to imprint into his memory forever.
He finally felt like he had found the happiness and love that he had been searching for his whole life, and he found it with you.
The rest of the night was spent watching movies and Wooyoung reciting more of the stories he found online. The air was filled with laughter and comfort, maybe a few tears, but only because you had been laughing so hard when Wooyoung did a really horrible impersonation.
—
That first date at the summer festival, which took place at the end of the summer, turned into another date to the aquarium weeks later. You could still vividly remember the joy that spread across Wooyoung's face when he listened to you tell him about the aqumarine life. Then the second turned into a third, and a fourth followed close behind, and many more after that. It was everything you could've asked for and more.
It had been almost another year since you met Wooyoung again—a year filled with a rollercoaster ride of events and emotions. However, as you look back on it now, despite all the pain and hardship, you couldn't help but feel thankful because it all led to where you are now.
Walking down the street, hand in hand with Wooyoung as he told you about the new professor he had for one of his classes. The autumn air was crisp as he blew over both of you, blowing some of your hair over your shoulder. A small smile played on your lips as you glance up at Wooyoung, his now short hair tucked under a ballcap and his hood pulled over it, trying his best to keep the cold out.
Throughout everything, you have started to forget your old life and even where you came from, ready to just live in this new one. Here you had everything that you could've asked for.
The two of you were on your way to Changbin's place, where they were throwing a small get-together among friends. Wooyoung told you that it was something that they had done every year for as long as they were able to. At first, you were hesitant about tagging alone because you didn't want to intrude on their little tradition; however, Wooyoung and the rest of the boys reassured you that it was fine and even begged you to come. You couldn't find it in yourself to tell them no, so here you were, walking down the street with the raven-haired male glued to your side.
"Remember that horror movie that's coming out this weekend?" Wooyoung's question pulled you from your thoughts, and you looked over at him, thinking for a moment before recalling the movie poster you'd seen online.
"Yeah! It looks like it might be worth watching." You pursed your lips with a nod, and Wooyoung chuckled, pulling you closer to his side as you neared the crosswalk.
"Well… why don't we go watch it when it comes out?" He asked, pulling both of you to a stop as you waited for the signal to change.
You giggled, glancing up at him with a raised eyebrow, "Are you asking me out on a date, Jung Wooyoung?"
"Aren't I always?" He smirked, leaning down until his nose brushed yours and your eyes fluttered shut.
Heat rushed up your neck as his lips neared yours, still not used to the feeling of them against yours again after so long. However, a honk caused you to jump, and Wooyoung pulled back with a slight groan, looking over to see that the signal had changed.
"C'mon, let's not make the guys wait any longer; otherwise, we might not hear the end of it." Wooyoung tugged on your hand, keeping you close to him as you stepped out onto the street.
"Oh boy, especially from Changbin. I swear he's like the mom friend sometimes." You laugh, a smile adorning your features.
The sound of loud horns filled your ears, and you looked over, the smile fading from your face as the world seemed to move in slow motion around you. A car sped down the street, going well over the speed limit, and was headed right for the two of you.
It all happened in the blink of an eye, you didn't even feel any pain as the car collided with your bodies. The world around you went black, and when you came to, everything was blurry. Pain enveloped your entire being, causing you to let out a choked gasp, then fear started to sink its claws into your spine as you looked around.
The sound of yelling and sirens around you fell on deaf ears as you caught sight of Wooyoung. He was only a few feet away from you, lying on his back, but the amount of blood that covered his face made your stomach twist, bile creeping up your throat.
"W-Woo—" Blood spilled past your lips as you choked out his name, and you tried to push yourself up, but the pain was almost unbearable. Tears blurred your vision as you gritted your teeth, using the last bit of strength you had left to pull your body towards his. Black spots clouded your vision the closer you got to Wooyoung, but you fought like hell to keep conscious, and finally, you were close enough to place your blood-soaked hand into his, wrapping your fingers around his palm. "I-I'm h-h-here." You mumbled as you let your head rest against the rough pavement, and with one final breath, the darkness consumed your body and mind.
A sharp gasp for air was torn from your lungs as you finally came to, your body shooting up until you were sitting on your knees. Confusion knitted your brows as you didn't feel even a hint of pain in your body, eyes quickly going to your hands. Your palms were clean, no sign of blood or any wounds that you were sure had been there before.
Then, finally, you looked up, the sounds of hushed chatter finally hitting your ears. Looking around, you felt shock and bewilderment settle in the pit of your stomach as it dawned on you that you had been brought back to the God realm.
"Look at you, my child." At the sound of your father's voice, an undescribable rage bubbled in your gut: "That foolish love of yours will always be destined to end in tragedy."
Ignoring him, you stumbled to your feet, ignoring the groans of protest in your joints, "Where is he?" Your voice rose, the murmurs around you falling to a stop. When no one answered, you gritted your teeth, hands balling into fists at your sides, "dammit, show me how he is. Now!" You demanded, venom dripping from your words as you glared at your father.
Your father rolled his eyes, waving his hand as he leaned back in his chair. Another God to your left walked over, and you wait as he places his hand on top of your head. Your vision goes white for a moment before colors start to form, a hospital hallway painting itself before you.
A doctor stood in front of the room, the room you could only guess belonged to Wooyoung. She had a solemn expression plastered all over her face as she looked at the four males who stood before her.
"The surgery was a success, however…" She started explaining, and your heart squeezed so tightly that it almost became hard to breathe, but all the air was stolen from your lungs as she finished, "With his injuries, he'll be lucky to survive the night."
The hall fell silent, emotions swirling in the air, and Changbin grabbed Yeosang's shoulder when he stumbled forward. You could feel tears stinging in your eyes as you watched them try to keep themselves together, but your heart shattered when you heard Yeonjun's nearly broken voice.
"How's Y/n?"
However, before you could hear the answer, the vision was pulled away from you, leaving you surrounded by darkness until your eyes opened. Your knees buckled underneath your weight, and you dropped to the ground, palms digging into the jagged rocks. Guilt sank its teeth into your entire being, and bile crept up your throat as you realized that you had failed again.
You had failed to keep Wooyoung safe. Again.
Tears streamed down your face as you scrambled to sit on your knees, looking up at your father with a pleading gaze. "Save him, please. I'll do anything you ask, j-just save him. Please!" You cried out, bottom lip trembling as the fabric of your gown balled up in your hands.
Despite all of your cries and pleas, your father sat in his chair, unmoved and unbothered. His expression was nothing short of blank as he stared down at you before he finally moved to lean forward against the table before him.
"Do you really believe that I'll save him? Oh, you are truly foolish, my child." He shook his head with a click of his tongue, and your eyes grew wide, "I've killed him once before and then again, what makes you think I'd feel any semblance of pity towards that human now?"
The weight of his words hit you like a freight train, and your blood ran cold. Rage burned hot in your gut as you came to realize that your father had planned all of this. That he was the one responsible for Wooyoung's death once again.
Tears streamed endlessly down your flushed face as you glared up at the older man before you. "Why?"
"Why?" Your father repeated your question with a laugh, and he looked around the room before his eyes fell back onto you, "because you need to learn that loving a mortal is beyond foolish. This doomed love of yours? It was never meant to last."
It felt as if something inside of you snapped at that moment, the weight that once felt like it burdened your wrists was nowhere to be found. Goosebumps littered your skin, and the air around you started to shift. Gritting your teeth, you sit up a bit taller, your eyes now glowing a dark hue as you speak.
"The only reason you deem this love doomed is because you abuse your powers to make sure it stays that way." You slowly rose to your feet, the ground beneath your feet trembling slightly, loose gravel bouncing off the ground. The once-bright sky that shone through the skylights began to dim.
The Gods and Goddesses around you started to murmur amongst themselves once more, panic slowly starting to settle over the room.
Your eyes narrowed on your father, your feet moving slowly to stand in the center of the room. "A God's duty is to protect their subjects, bless them, and grant them peace in exchange for their offerings." Your voice came out echoey, as a borderline sinister grimace tugged at your lips. "But you?" The low rumble around you grew louder, "What kind of God kills his own followers just to prove his own petty, selfish point?"
Outraged, your father slams his hand down on the table, the marble craking under his fist as he stands. "Stop this madness, you foolish child!" He growled, but you just looked at him, the glow in your eyes growing brighter, and he knew that your powers were no longer sealed, "Detain her. Detain her now!"
Guards swarmed into the council chambers, surrounding you and closing in, ready to grab you.
"Don't touch me!" You screamed, a force knocking them all back as the room around you shook, the chandelier swaying violently before the whole room was shrouded in darkness.
"Find her!" Your father shouted, but the room was pitch black as if a void had just opened before them.
"Nothing goes unpunished, Father." Your voice echoed throughout the room: "You will pay the price for your transgression." The tone in your voice was almost mocking as the older man looked for any sign of you. "and the price for your own selfish desires…" The room suddenly went still; not a sound was heard, as if everything were frozen—except your voice. "Is me."
Then, as if nothing just happened, the darkness disappeared and the sunlight flowed through the skylights above once more. Looking down, your father realized that you had disappeared, and his eye twitched in anger, fist coming down onto the marble once more.
"Find that wretched girl at once!"
—
By the time you made it into the center of the forbidden forest, you were sure that the bottoms of your feet had been torn open by sticks and stones alike. But the pain was merely an afterthought as you arrived at the tower that resided deep in the tall, dark trees.
There was one person and one person only that you knew could help you, only because she had been in your shoes many millennia before. Soobok, the Goddess of Limbo.
Breaking through the tree line, you catch sight of the woman standing over a cauldron, tossing something inside as she mutters to herself. The sounds of your footsteps cause her to look up, watching as you pull the hood of your cloak off your head. You looked at her with an all too familiar pained expression, but determination burned brightly in your eyes.
"Welcome, Y/n, I've been waiting for you for many, many years." She spoke softly, stepping down from the stool that she had once been perched upon.
"I need your help, Soobok." Your voice wavered as she stepped closer to you, hands folded gently in front of her body. "I'll do anything, anything, if it means I get to see him live. I'll even trade my own life for his."
Soobok stepped a little closer, taking your arm into her hand with a solemn expression, and a sigh escaped her lips, "I apologize, but that's just not possible."
You quickly bite back a sob as fresh tears spilled from your eyes, and Soobok felt her heart twist, "There must be something I can do."
Soobok shakes her head sadly as she turns and takes a step away from you, but then she turns slowly, "There is a way. But Y/n, it requires you to give up everything. Your soul. Your entire being."
"I'll do anything, just please save him." You pleaded with her, hands trembling as you interlocked your hands in front of your chest as if you were going to pray.
The Goddess before you watched you, a war raging behind her eyes as you begged her to save your beloved. The trees around swayed softly in the gentle wind, and she let her head tilt back until she was staring at the cloudless sky above. She knew that if she did this, it would mean killing a Goddess, which would only anger the others, but if she didn't do this, then you would find yourself in a pit of despair with the uncertainty of whether you would survive.
Inhaling deeply, Soobok opened her eyes and brought them back down to you. "Follow me."
You followed her into her tower; the lighting was dim but comforting, and books were scattered on the floors and tabletops. However, you didn't give yourself the chance to gander for too long; you stepped quickly, following Soobok's. When you stepped into the upper room, you could feel the energy shift as the sunlight shone through the colored glass above.
Soobok ran her finger along the shelves on the wall until she found the book she was searching for. Pulling it out, she let it sit in her hand as she looked back at you once more.
"Doing this means that you will be giving your life—your soul—to Wooyoung." She started explaining, and you were prepared to tell her you would, but she continued before you had the chance to speak, "You will be cursed to spend the rest of eternity wandering between realms, no powers, no control, no voice, no life, and no hope of reuniting with him."
At the mention of never seeing Wooyoung again, your breath caught in your throat. Your hands shook at your sides, and a new wave of tears brimmed in your eyes. The thought of never seeing, talking, or touching Wooyoung again made your heart break.
Seeing the hesitation in your eyes, Soobok lowered the book in her hand to her side before walking over to you and placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.
"The best option is to wait for him to be reborn once more, sweetie." Soobok's voice was soft, and you knew she was trying to comfort you, but you shook your head, tears breaking free to drip from your eyelashes.
"N-No," You told her, raising your head to meet her eyes once more, "I was already to reason he died before I will not become the reason he dies for a second time."
Soobok's eyes widened slightly at your determination before her features softened into an unreadable expression. Pulling her lips into a tight line, she takes a step back and gives you a nod, motioning for you to follow further into the room.
You watched as she cleared a circle in the center of the room, the book still held tightly in her palm. She then waves you over, instructing you to remove your cloak and to stand in the center.
"You remind me so much of myself, dear," Soobok told you, causing you to look over at her, questions pooling in your teary eyes. "I was once in your place, many, many years ago. However, unlike you, I was too selfish and let her go."
Your heart ached for her, and you offered her a small, sad smile. "Has she been reborn yet?" You asked, and Soobok let out a short, choked laugh as she shook her head softly. Your eyes didn't leave her as she placed her hand on your chest, right over your heart. The steady rhythm thumped against Soobok's palm, and she debated pulling away, but she couldn't rip that hope away from you.
"I hope you get to meet her again soon, Soobok." You whispered quietly, and Soobok bit back tears of her own as she watched your eyes flutter shut.
Soobok's palm started glowing, and your body started to tingle, the hairs on your arms standing tall as goosebumps littered every inch of your skin. A sigh escaped your lips as more tears spilled from your eyes. Images of Wooyoung flashed in your mind, and you smiled softly, knowing that he would be able to live his life freely as well as the next. This time, without the burden of the possibility of dying at the hands of a selfish God.
As Soobok started to pull your soul from your chest, you opened your eyes, and they widened at the symphony of colors that surrounded you. You tried to reach out and touch them, but your arms felt like lead, and you could feel your knees buckle.
A gasp fell from your lips when she fully extracted your soul from your body. You suddenly felt cold, and everything around you started to blur as you watched your soul start to materialize in Soobok's palm. Though despite the chilling cold that bit at your nerves or the black that started to cloud your vision, you couldn't help but smile.
"Thank you, Soobok." Your voice was weak before your body collapsed in the Goddess's arms, both of you sinking to the old hardwood floor.
The first few tears escaped Soobok's eyes as she watched your soul glow brightly in the palm of her hand, guilt creeping up her spine as she saw short flashes of your memories. Closing her fingers around the orb, she wrapped her arms around your body, her tears dripping from her chin onto your cold cheek as she leaned down.
"Oh, you poor child." She whispers as a loud crack of thunder is heard in the clear sky above, and an epiphany of lightning follows shortly after. This only happened rarely; it was a sign to mourn.
A God had perished.
Wooyoung's eyebrows scrunched together as memories flashed in his mind, ones that he knew weren't his. At least not his from this lifetime. Flower fields, village shops, dinners, the river, and a white flower that bloomed at night. However, the always omnipresent person there was someone he'd never forget.
You.
His head started pounding as more memories started to flood in, and everything started to make more sense. Why he always had a sense of familiarity with you, even in the beginning. To why you were always watching over him. He even remembers the conversation you shared months ago in his kitchen and how you told him your family took someone away from you.
It was him. It had always been him.
With a jolt, his body sprang up in the hospital bed, the sudden movement scaring the life out of San and Changbin, who were sitting at his bedside. Wooyoung groaned as he pressed the palm of his hand to his thumping head, eyes screwed shut.
"He's awake!" He heard Yeosang's voice, probably shouting at the doctors who were in the hallway.
But among the voices he heard around him, something was missing. Someone was missing. Opening his eyes, he looked around, seeing only the four guys; there was no sign of Y/n anywhere.
"W-Where's Y/n?" Wooyoung's voice cracked as he looked over at San, who averted his gaze while the other three looked at each other, uncertainty in their eyes. The longer the room stayed silent, the more frustrated Wooyoung became, and his hands curled into fists. "Where is she, dammit?"
The room was silent for a moment longer before Yeonjun finally spoke up, his voice low, "She was still in pretty bad shape when we last checked on her. They're saying she's gonna be in a coma for a while."
Wooyoung felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach, and the room started to spin around him as his stomach churned. His mouth ran dry as he tried to speak, the words sticking to his tongue as he stared at the redhead.
"Hey, she's going to be ok—" San starts to reassure the raven-haired male, his hand lying on his shoulder, but his words are cut off by the sound of an alarm blaring.
An automated voice crackled through the speakers, "CODE BLUE. CODE BLUE."
All five of the boys watched with wide eyes as the doctors and nurses rushed past the open door, each one shouting a different order. Changbin glanced over at San, his eyes wide in worry and shock.
"Y/n's room is the only one in that direction." He stated to no one in particular, and Wooyoung felt his heart lurch, a deafening ringing in his ears as he stared out the door.
Before any of the boys could stop him, Wooyoung was ripping the IVs out of his hands and detaching all of the cords that had been attached to his chest. Shouting erupted throughout the room as Wooyoung climbed out of the bed, his joints groaning in protest.
"Hey, Wooyoung, stop!" Yeosang grabbed his best friend's arm, trying to pull him back to the bed, but despite his weakness, Wooyoung still managed to shake him off, only to be stopped by Yeonjun.
"Changbin is just talking nonsense. You just woke up." The redhead grabbed Wooyoung's arm to help him back to bed, but Wooyoung fought against his hold.
The other chimed in to grab his arms to get him back to the bed, but Wooyoung fought like hell to shrug them off. Tears blurred his vision, the longer they kept him stationary, until he finally snapped.
"Let. Me. Go!" He shouted, using the last bit of his strength to push Yeosang and Changbin off before glaring at Yeonjun and San. "Get the hell off me, right now." His voice was hoarse, threatening to give out.
All of the boys looked at each other once more before the two reluctantly released their hold, watching as Wooyoung stumbled out of the hospital room, following after the doctors. He used the wall railing as support as he walked down the hall, refusing to let the guys help him until he finally got to the last room in the hall.
He wrapped his fingers around the door handle, the metal cool under his touch, and without a second thought, he threw the door open. However, as the door bounced off the walls, he was met with the deafening sound of a flatline. The doctor who had been performing CPR stepped away from your body with a defeated sigh, glancing at the clock on the wall.
"Time of death: 23:46 on November 20th." The doctor announced her time of death, and Wooyoung felt his whole world stop. A pain shot through his chest as he clutched the doorframe until his knuckles turned white.
His breathing started to elevate as his vision narrowed on your still body; the oxygen mask you had been wearing was pulled down to lie on your unmoving chest. Tears spilled down his flushed cheeks as he shoved his way into the room and past the doctors until he got to you. He carefully pulled your body into his arms, his cries echoing off the walls as you showed no signs of waking up.
"Y/n, wake up! Please, wake up!" He sobbed, bringing his head down to yours as he stumbled back. "You can't leave me, you promised you wouldn't." His knees buckled under him, and he collapsed onto the bed, arms still tightly wrapped around your body.
"Wooyoung…" Yeosang started, tears blurring his vision as he watched his best friend break entirely, but San grabbed his arm. Yeosang looked back at him, and San just shook his head as tears silently fell from his eyes.
"Bring her back." He demanded, looking up at the doctor who stood near your bed, and they only gave him a guilty look, "Bring her back to me, goddammit!" He screamed, tears flowing endlessly as he rocked you in his arms, much like you had done to him months ago.
The room fell silent except for the painful, broken sobs that left Wooyoung's lips; salty tears dripped down from his chin onto your slowly cooling cheeks. He pleaded and begged for someone—anyone to bring you back to him, but his cries were left unanswered.
"Y-You can't leave me Y/n." He choked back another sob as he brought a shaky hand to your face, brushing some of your hair from your face. "You just can't, not when we finally got our second chance."
More sobs racked his body as he looked down at your peaceful, beautiful face. Even with all of the small cuts that littered your skin, you were the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on, and he prayed to all those above that you would open your eyes and look at him just once more.
"Please." He hiccuped as he cupped your cheek. The once red hue on your cheeks was fading, Wooyoung's happiness along with it.
The four boys watched as tears rolled down their cheeks. What was supposed to be a happy, memorable day turned into a tragedy. They had lost one of their closest friends and were taking a part of another with her as she left.
The energy in the room shifted, the temperature dropping slightly as a small glow emitted from the side of your hospital bed. As the energy materialized, you found yourself standing at your own bedside, watching in pain as your beloved rocked your lifeless body in his arms.
"Oh my love…" You whispered, reaching out to cup his face in your translucent hands as tears stung your eyes. However, he gave no indication that he could hear you, or let alone feel your touch on his skin, and that left you broken. Yet you wouldn't even think about going back to change it, because you knew that he would get to live his life this way while you finally get to give him the peace he deserved.
A sad smile spread across your lips as you tried to comb your fingers through his hair, but it just slipped right through your fingers. You wished dearly that you could take this pain away from him so he could truly live without any remorse, but you knew there was only so much that you would be able to do.
"I am so, so sorry." You apologized, tears dripping from your eyelashes as you listened to his sobs while he continued to hold onto your body. "You have to live, Wooyoung. For you. For me. For us."
You lean forward, eyes fluttering closed as you press one last kiss to his forehead before leaning your own against his. Your thumb brushed over his skin, wanting to relish in his warmth for one last time before you faded into the void.
Letting your eyes close once more, you utter one last sentence, "I love you, Wooyoung, forever."
The lights in the hospital room flickered above everyone as your spirit started to dematerialize until you were no longer standing before him. The bright, colorful mixture of lights that made up your soul swirled in the air above Wooyoung before they flew towards the raven-haired male. They vanished into his chest and took with them all of what made up you and he would get to live again.
And you? You would get to be the reason he lived to see his life out, as well as the many, many lives after that. You gave him the chance to live again, even if it meant you were stuck watching from an impenetrable wall. Even as you longed to be with him, you knew one thing for sure.
I know I’m a bit late, sorry about that 😅
So, following the poll I did last week, the threesome idea won! 👀
I’m excited to announce it’ll be featuring Hongjoong and Wooyoung (of course, I had to as a Topaz-biased 😌). Don't forget, the story is 100% in French.
Here’s a little teaser for now, and I’ll be posting the rest soon! 💫
𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 : Topaz x fem!reader (OC)
𝓢𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼: Ils étaient censés rester professionnels, concentrés, maîtrisés, intouchables, mais l’alchimie ne suit pas les règles du travail. Ce qui n’était qu’une simple connexion s’est transformé en tentation… puis en abandon.
𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼 : ?
𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮 : Smut 🔞
𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 : Minors do not interact, 21+ only / Smut / Nsfw / Double penetration / anal / Unprotected sex / Dirty talk / Officelove/ Romance/Creampie /Oral sex...
𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼 : French Fiction / Masterlist
Les jours passaient, et l’attention que les deux garçons me portaient devenait de plus en plus palpable. Au bureau, je sentais leurs regards effleurer ma peau un peu plus longtemps que d’habitude. Leurs gestes s’adaptaient subtilement à ma présence. Chaque sourire, chaque phrase ou question semblait chargé d’une intensité nouvelle, presque électrique.
Je remarquais parfois de légers changements dès que j’entrais dans une pièce : un silence qui n’en était pas vraiment un, un éclat de malice dans les yeux de Wooyoung, un sérieux plus concentré dans ceux de Hongjoong. Et moi, je sentais mon propre cœur réagir à tous ces signaux qu’ils m’envoyaient, s’accélérant chaque fois que nos regards se croisaient.
Même les moments les plus banals, un café partagé, un frôlement de mains en passant des dossiers prenaient une dimension étrange, comme si tout était chargé d’une énergie silencieuse et persistante. Chaque jour, cette tension devenait impossible à ignorer.
Et peu à peu, je réalisais que je n’étais plus simplement une collègue : j’étais devenue leur centre d’attention, et je gravitais autour d’eux sans même m’en rendre compte....
Ça n’a jamais été facile de trouver des instants rien qu’à nous… Entre les tournées, les fans, et le rythme effréné de nos vies, le temps semblait toujours nous filer entre les doigts. Mais ce soir-là, Yeosang a tout mis en pause pour nous. Une sortie au restaurant, de petites attentions délicates, et puis… le sommet d’un toit, où le vent caressait nos visages. Il nous a fait tourner doucement dans ses bras, comme si le monde entier s’était arrêté, et dans ce tourbillon, il a prononcé les mots les plus beaux que j’aie jamais entendus. Mon cœur s’est suspendu, emporté par la douceur de son amour...
Hey everyone! The poll’s finally over, thanks so much for voting! No surprise, the threesome won 😏 I actually got a head start, it’s already in the works. Teaser’s coming soon!
Don’t forget, the story will be in French, but for the non-French speakers, I still invite you to check it out! You can always use the automatic translation
La tournée battait son plein, Ateez illuminait chaque ville d’Europe.
Entre deux concerts, un peu de temps libre leur fut accordé. Jongho en profita pour m’emmener loin de l’agitation, juste nous deux, à l’abri des regards.
Nous avons arpenté les rues de la ville, main dans la main, recouverts jusqu’au bout du visage pour préserver notre secret. Le monde autour semblait flou, presque irréel. Il n’y avait plus que nos rires étouffés, le froissement de nos manteaux, et la chaleur de sa main contre la mienne..
Sortir avec Seonghwa, c’était aussi accueillir son amour pour les Legos. Mais le voir, les yeux brillants, donner vie à ses constructions faisait naître une douce chaleur dans notre cœur. Comment ne pas fondre lorsqu’avec son sourire attendrissant, il propose un rendez-vous en plein air pour assembler son nouveau set ? »
Hey everyone! I just wanted to ask if you have any suggestions for things I could write — fluffy or not. I usually write in French, but thanks to the magic of the internet you can just translate the pages directly. So if you’ve got any ideas, I’d love to hear them! ❤
𝓢𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼: Quand la frontière de l'amitié ne tient plus qu'a un seul fil... Wooyoung allait vite succombée à sa meilleure amie après une dispute plus importante que d'autres..
𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼 : 5.686
𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮 : Smut 🔞
𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 : Minors do not interact, 18+ only / Smut / Nsfw / Unprotected sex / Dirty talk /Romance /Kissing / Creampie / Oral sex / Penetrative Sex...
𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼 : fiction française
(Part 1) - (Part 2)
Minyeon était en train de ranger ses nouveaux cosmétiques lorsque deux coups frappèrent à la porte. Elle invita Wooyoung à entrer, intriguée par sa visite.
J’y pense, prépare-toi, on va déjeuner dehors.
Pour quelle raison ? C’est le week-end, je comptais rester à la maison.
Je te l’ai dit, princesse, je vais tout faire pour me faire pardonner. Alors, je t’invite. Allez, fais-toi belle, que je puisse en profiter !
Le garçon afficha aussitôt un large sourire, laissant Minyeon surprise. Elle termina de ranger ses affaires, un sourire aux lèvres. Partir en rendez-vous avec son meilleur ami semblait être la meilleure des thérapies, même s’il était à l’origine de son « malheur ».
Elle partit se doucher et revint quelques minutes plus tard, habillée d’une jupe noire, de collants assortis, d’une chemise blanche et d’un blazer élégant assorti à sa jupe. Elle enfila quelques bijoux, puis se maquilla légèrement, appliquant avec soin le nouveau rouge à lèvres que Wooyoung lui avait offert.
Une fois prête, elle quitta la chambre pour rejoindre le garçon, qui avait abandonné son débardeur et son pantalon cargo au profit d’un simple t-shirt noir et d’un jean assorti.
Ils enfilèrent chacun leur veste : une veste aviateur pour Wooyoung, un trench noir pour Minyeon. Celle-ci avait choisi des bottes à talons, ne voulant pas paraître trop petite à côté de son meilleur ami.
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En prenant la voiture de Wooyoung, ils se dirigèrent vers le restaurant qu’il avait choisi. L’ambiance entre eux était revenue ; ils chantaient et dansaient au rythme de la musique dans la voiture. Minyeon riait à gorge déployée tant Wooyoung faisait l’imbécile. Ce qu’il voulait le plus, c’était revoir le sourire de sa meilleure amie, et la voir autant s’amuser le satisfaisait pleinement, il ne se cachait pas d’exagérer un peu pour la faire rire.
Après une bonne demi-heure de route, ils arrivèrent enfin devant le restaurant. Wooyoung s’empressa de sortir de la voiture, voulant lui ouvrir la portière.
Eh bien, je vais souvent m’énerver si tu es aussi prévenant à chaque fois. Rigola-t-elle
Ma princesse mérite bien ce standing. Dit-il avec de l’exagération dans sa voix
Les deux jeunes rirent, et Minyeon accrocha le bras de Wooyoung avant qu’il ne franchisse la porte du restaurant.
C’était un bâtiment charmant, assez cosy, mais avec une touche d’élégance malgré sa simplicité. Une fois installés, ils consultèrent la carte et choisirent rapidement leur repas.
J’espère que le cadre te plaît ? Demanda Wooyoung incertain
Oh oui, c’est magnifique ! S’exclama Minyeon
Tout comme toi, je dirais. Répondit-il d’un ton légèrement taquin.
Wooyoung était redevenu taquin. Il regardait Minyeon avec des yeux qui en disaient long sur ses pensées. Mon Dieu, qu’il la désirait, cette femme… Savoir que ses sentiments n’étaient pas partagés lui faisait mal, mais rien ne l’empêchait de flirter avec elle. Après tout, à sa connaissance, Minyeon n’avait pas d’homme dans sa vie, et cela ne semblait pas la déranger, au plus grand bonheur du garçon.
Minyeon rougit légèrement, mais étrangement, aujourd’hui, elle avait envie de jouer au petit jeu de Wooyoung, même si elle savait qu’elle n’y gagnerait rien, car le garçon ne la désirait pas comme elle l’espérait… Pourtant, là, maintenant, elle voulait profiter de ce moment avec lui.
Je devrais te dire la même chose, tu es très beau aussi. Complimenta Minyeon
Wooyoung fut surpris. Habituellement, Minyeon ne réagissait pas, ou très peu, mais là, elle dégageait quelque chose qui l’intriguait lui aussi. Alors, il continua.
Je vois que tu veux vraiment que je salisse ton rouge à lèvres… D’ailleurs, il te va à ravir.
Minyeon fut vraiment surprise par cette remarque. Elle était habituée aux taquineries de Wooyoung, mais cette fois, il dégageait quelque chose de différent. Oui, il était toujours séduisant, mais là, ce n’était pas pareil. Il était appuyé sur ses coudes, le regard perçant, chargé d’une intensité nouvelle.
Minyeon, un peu troublée, replaça doucement une mèche de cheveux derrière son oreille.
Allez, ça suffit, arrêtons ça. On est meilleurs amis, les gens vont se méprendre.
Tu sais très bien que je m’en fiche des autres, princesse. Mais bon, si tu ne veux pas, pas de souci. Je t’avoue quand même que c’était assez drôle, vu tes réactions.
Le serveur arriva avec leurs plats, interrompant leur échange. Minyeon enchaîna alors sur des sujets plus variés, plus habituels, ceux qui leur étaient confortables.
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Après être sortis du restaurant, ils se dirigèrent vers un parc tout proche, cherchant un moment de calme. L’automne s’installait doucement, teintant les arbres de teintes orangées et couvrant le sol d’un tapis de feuilles brunes. L’air, bien que frais, restait agréable à respirer.
Ils marchaient lentement, appréciant la quiétude des lieux, quand Wooyoung s’arrêta soudainement. Il se plaça devant Minyeon, lui ôta doucement son écharpe et la posa autour du cou de la jeune femme. Avec soin, il ajusta le tissu pour qu’il enveloppe bien sa nuque et la protège du vent.
Il lui offrit un sourire chaleureux, puis, d’un geste tendre, glissa une mèche rebelle derrière son oreille. Leurs regards se croisèrent un instant, pleins de douceur.
Puis, Wooyoung reprit sa marche, invitant Minyeon à le suivre, un sourire presque innocent aux lèvres.
C’est précisément ce mélange qui avait fait chavirer le cœur de Minyeon. Wooyoung, dragueur invétéré et fêtard insouciant, savait aussi se montrer doux, attentif, et incroyablement prévenant. Ce paradoxe avait eu raison d’elle bien plus tôt qu’elle ne voulait l’admettre.
Sans hésiter, elle le rejoignit, accrocha son bras au sien, et lui offrit un sourire éclatant.
Ils continuèrent ainsi, bras dessus bras dessous, à rire, parler, et profiter de cette journée douce et lumineuse. Le temps semblait suspendu, chaque instant partagé renforçant ce lien si particulier entre eux.
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Le ton de Wooyoung était plein d’enthousiasme, presque contagieux. Minyeon, surprise par ce soudain regain d’énergie, haussa un sourcil, mais ne put s’empêcher de sourire.
Tu es sûr que tu ne préfères pas rester tranquille ce soir ? demanda-t-elle, tout en refermant la couverture sur leurs genoux.
Wooyoung secoua la tête, déjà debout et attrapant sa veste.
Non, ça ne peut pas attendre. Mais ne t’inquiète pas, je te promets que cette fois, c’est une sortie cool. Rien de trop fou, juste une soirée entre potes.
Minyeon se redressa doucement, sentant une pointe d’excitation s’immiscer malgré la fatigue. Elle se leva et commença à ranger les restes du dîner, consciente que malgré elle, elle avait envie de suivre Wooyoung, peu importe où la soirée les mènerait.
Alors je me prépare, déclara-t-elle en souriant malicieusement. Et cette fois, c’est moi qui choisis la tenue.
Wooyoung rit, appréciant ce regain de complicité.
Parfait, princesse. Je t’attends.
Une fois seule dans sa chambre, Minyeon se laissa aller à quelques secondes de réflexion. Cette soirée risquait bien d’être un nouveau chapitre dans leur histoire…
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Wooyoung sentit immédiatement la tension qui émanait de Minyeon, son léger malaise au milieu de cette foule bruyante et animée. Il la serra doucement contre lui, sentant son corps frissonner un peu, puis murmura à son oreille avec douceur :
Hé, princesse, je suis là maintenant. Je ne vais pas te laisser toute seule, d’accord ?
Minyeon releva lentement la tête, ses yeux cherchant les siens dans la pénombre éclairée par des guirlandes lumineuses. Un faible sourire traversa ses lèvres, rassurée par sa présence.
Je ne savais pas où tu étais… murmura-t-elle, la voix un peu tremblante.
Wooyoung caressa sa joue d’un geste tendre.
Je ne voulais pas te laisser seule. Je voulais juste gérer un truc rapide. Maintenant, je suis tout à toi.
Il la guida doucement pour qu’elle se relève, enroulant son bras autour de sa taille. Ensemble, ils se frayèrent un chemin à travers la foule, jusqu’à trouver un coin un peu plus calme, loin du vacarme.
Tu n’as pas à faire semblant d’aimer cet endroit, tu sais. Ce qui compte, c’est que tu sois là, avec moi.
Minyeon hocha la tête, rassurée par ces mots. Elle se sentait protégée, même si le tumulte continuait autour d’eux. Et pour la première fois ce soir-là, elle se permit de lâcher prise.
Doucement avec ça, tu n’as pas trop l’habitude de boire. Je n’ai pas trop envie que l’on profite de toi dans mon dos ! Dit-il prenant le verre de Minyeon dans ses mains.
J’étais toute seule, je m’ennuyais, alors voilà, j’ai un peu bu.
Le garçon sourit en voyant la bouille que faisait Minyeon. Il la serra doucement contre lui, frottant sa tête contre la sienne. Puis, il lui prit la main et se mit à danser, entraînant la jeune femme avec lui. Elle souriait, heureuse de passer du temps avec lui. Elle dansait de toutes les manières possibles, s’amusant pleinement, tandis que le regard protecteur que Wooyoung posait sur elle la faisait se sentir bien… mais aussi un peu mal. Elle l’aimait, mais leur rapprochement ne dépassait jamais cette limite.
Ils firent une pause, et Minyeon alla se resservir un verre. Mais Wooyoung avait de nouveau disparu. Boudeuse, elle avala son verre d’un trait. Elle erra un peu dans la maison et finit par apercevoir Wooyoung, installé dans un fauteuil avec des amis, une jeune femme assise sur ses genoux. Elle décida de s’asseoir non loin, pour les observer. Un léger goût amer lui monta à la bouche en voyant le garçon se rapprocher de plus en plus de la jeune femme. Sa main posée sur sa hanche, la fille dandinait sans aucun scrupule sur lui. Minyeon haussa les sourcils, se mordant l’intérieur de la joue, rongée par la jalousie. Mon Dieu, comme elle aimerait être à sa place… Elle avait déjà été dans cette position, mais jamais avec les mêmes sentiments.
Mais ce qui la dérouta encore plus, c’était le jeu auquel le garçon avait pris part : le jeu de la bouteille. Et bien sûr, la bouteille tomba sur les deux « tourtereaux ». L’épreuve qu’ils devaient relever consistait à se regarder dans les yeux, puis la jeune femme devait lui mordiller l’oreille de la manière la plus sensuelle possible. Ensuite, Wooyoung devait faire de même. Mais, alors qu’il accomplissait son geste, appréciant pleinement le moment, le garçon plongea sans s’en rendre compte son regard provocateur dans celui, perdu, de Minyeon.
Choquée et complètement démunie, Minyeon fit tomber son verre, provoquant l’attention immédiate de toute la table autour de Wooyoung qui se tourna vers elle. Revenant à lui, Wooyoung perçut l’embarras de Minyeon. Elle, honteuse, baissa les yeux vers ses mains et les éclats de verre au sol, remarquant qu’un éclat l’avait légèrement coupée. Elle se leva précipitamment : c’en était trop.
Le garçon l’avait fait venir pour passer la soirée avec elle, mais elle se retrouvait seule, à voir l’homme qu’elle aimait flirter ouvertement avec une autre femme, et apparemment cela lui plaisait. Elle se retourna, cherchant désespérément une sortie. La panique montait en elle, sa respiration s’accélérait, sa vision se brouillait. Elle sentait l’étau se resserrer, le manque d’air se faire sentir. Il fallait qu’elle sorte de là, au plus vite !
Wooyoung, ayant remarqué l’expression bouleversée de sa meilleure amie et le verre brisé au sol, la poussa vivement de ses genoux en jurant, puis tenta de la suivre à travers la foule compacte. Il avait une fois de plus dépassé les limites. Pris dans le jeu, il avait oublié Minyeon, et l’inquiétude sur son visage ne lui laissait rien présager de bon… même s’il ne comprenait pas encore vraiment ce qu’il se passait.
Finalement, Minyeon réussit à se frayer un chemin hors de la foule, mais l’air lui manquait de plus en plus. Dehors maintenant, la crise d’angoisse grandissait à chaque seconde, tandis que les larmes coulaient librement sur ses joues. Elle se détestait en cet instant, se sentant faible et vulnérable. Tout ça parce qu’elle avait vu Wooyoung flirter ouvertement avec une autre, tout en croisant son regard, avec un air détaché. Elle porta une main sur sa poitrine, cherchant à reprendre son souffle, quand soudain, un bras la saisit.
Eh, princesse ! Regarde-moi, cale-toi sur ma respiration…
Mais Minyeon se dégagea de l’emprise de Wooyoung, le regard fuyant. Pas maintenant, elle ne voulait pas le voir. Surprise par cette réaction, Wooyoung resta un instant sans voix. D’habitude, il parvenait toujours à apaiser ses crises, et elle acceptait son aide. Pas cette fois. Les larmes coulaient de plus en plus sur les joues de Minyeon, mais il ne baissa pas les bras. Doucement, il prit ses mains dans les siennes et tenta de nouveau de la calmer, l’invitant à synchroniser sa respiration avec la sienne…
Malgré son refus, Minyeon finit par caler sa respiration sur celle de Wooyoung. Peu à peu, sa crise d’angoisse s’atténuait, mais ses larmes, elles, ne semblaient pas vouloir cesser. Wooyoung lui tenait fermement les mains, cherchant à lui transmettre toute sa force. Voyant que la panique diminuait, il s’avança doucement, prêt à la prendre dans ses bras pour la réconforter. Mais, à sa grande surprise, Minyeon le repoussa avec une froideur inattendue.
Ne me touche pas… Woo. Pas avec ces mains-là… murmura-t-elle, la voix brisée.
Wooyoung, déconcerté, la regarda sans comprendre.
Comment ça, princesse ? Je ne comprends pas… Qu’est-ce que tu veux dire ?
Minyeon détourna les yeux, son cœur battant à tout rompre. Elle se sentait à la fois vulnérable et en colère, comme si un poids invisible écrasait sa poitrine. Elle en avait assez de prétendre que tout allait bien, assez de cacher la douleur que lui causait cette soirée. L’alcool, la jalousie, la honte… tout s’était accumulé jusqu’à devenir insupportable. Et voir Wooyoung si proche, si détaché avec cette autre fille, alors qu’elle l’aimait en silence depuis si longtemps, c’était un coup de poignard.
Elle voulait qu’il comprenne, mais les mots lui manquaient, ou peut-être avait-elle trop peur de les prononcer.
Je… Je ne peux pas, souffla-t-elle enfin, la gorge serrée. Pas comme ça. Pas quand tu… quand tu es avec elle.
J’en ai assez, c’est tout… de tout ça, de toi, de nous… souffla Minyeon, la voix brisée par l’épuisement et la douleur.
Wooyoung reçut ces mots comme un coup de poignard en plein cœur. Son corps se mit à trembler, un mélange de panique et de désespoir l’envahissant peu à peu. Il ne voulait pas perdre celle qu’il considérait comme son tout, son ancre dans ce monde parfois trop chaotique.
Minyeon, quant à elle, commença à se détourner, voulant fuir cet endroit devenu soudainement trop lourd, trop oppressant. Mais avant qu’elle ne puisse faire un pas de plus, Wooyoung attrapa son poignet avec force, la retenant, la faisant pivoter pour la confronter.
Wooyoung fronça les sourcils, son regard passant de l’incompréhension à la douleur profonde. Il n’avait jamais réalisé à quel point ses gestes, ses mots, pouvaient blesser Minyeon, à quel point elle souffrait en silence, cachée derrière son sourire.
Tu ne peux pas partir comme ça… Pas après m’avoir dit ça, Minyeon. Tu n’en as pas le droit ! Sa voix se brisa légèrement, trahissant son propre désarrois
- Tu veux savoir… très bien. répondit-elle, la gorge nouée, les larmes coulant librement sur ses joues.
Minyeon le regarda dans les yeux, avec une intensité douloureuse. Puis, lentement, elle baissa la tête, comme si elle voulait fuir ce regard qui l’aimait mais qui lui faisait aussi tant de mal. Pourtant, Wooyoung tenait toujours sa main, fermement, comme pour ne pas la laisser s’échapper.
Je ne peux plus supporter tout ça… Cette proximité avec toi… Ton comportement protecteur, ta façon de me séduire sans jamais aller jusqu’au bout… Je n’en peux plus. Si tu savais à quel point c’est douloureux de t’avoir près de moi, sans pouvoir rien faire. C’est comme une torture silencieuse qui me ronge de l’intérieur.
Un lourd silence s’installa entre eux, chargé d’émotions. Wooyoung sentit son cœur se serrer, conscient qu’il avait été aveugle à sa douleur. Il serra un peu plus sa main, cherchant à lui transmettre qu’il était là, qu’il ne la laisserait plus tomber.
Tu me hantes, Wooyoung… C’est presque flippant. Mais te voir si nonchalant avec moi, te voir si proche de toutes ces femmes… Je ne veux plus de tout ça. Je ne veux plus me coucher chaque soir avec cette boule au ventre, te savoir dans une chambre avec une autre, vous entendre toute la nuit, et moi, recroquevillée, en larmes… Je n’en peux plus, Woo… Je t’ai…
Minyeon fut interrompue, coupée net par Wooyoung qui se fondit brusquement sur ses lèvres. La puissance de ce baiser la surprit tellement qu’elle recula de quelques pas, son corps toujours collé au sien. Ses lèvres bougeaient doucement contre les siennes, et, malgré la surprise, Minyeon répondit au baiser, ses larmes mêlées à la douceur de l’instant.
Wooyoung emprisonnait doucement mais fermement son visage entre ses mains, son corps collé au sien, comme pour ne jamais la laisser partir. Une larme discrète glissa sur sa joue.
Qu’est-ce que j’ai été bête… pensa-t-il, le cœur serré. Elle m’aime aussi… et moi, je ne l’avais jamais vu. Quelle connerie…
D’un geste lent, Wooyoung glissa sa langue, demandant timidement accès à la jeune femme. Minyeon céda, s’accrochant au tissu de son t-shirt, prise par l’intensité nouvelle du baiser. Chaque mouvement de leurs lèvres était une danse parfaite, une symbiose que seule la passion pouvait orchestrer. Leurs souffles se mêlaient, courts, haletants, jusqu’à ce qu’ils rompent, essoufflés, mais Wooyoung ne se recula pas. Il ferma les yeux un instant, puis posa doucement son front contre celui de Minyeon.
Putain… Minyeon…
Elle sentit toute la profondeur de ses émotions dans ce simple murmure. Le poids de leurs silences passés, les regrets, mais surtout l’espoir fragile d’un nouveau départ.
Woo… je… je ne savais pas. Je pensais que… tu n’avais pas les mêmes sentiments…
Il esquissa un sourire, à la fois tendre et espiègle.
Si tu savais, princesse, ce que je ressens… ou ce que j’imagine te faire…
Le ton était chargé de promesses et d’une douceur brûlante qui fit frissonner Minyeon.
Minyeon rougit profondément, submergée par la puissance du moment. Le souffle court, son regard croisa celui de Wooyoung, dont les yeux brûlaient d’une intensité nouvelle, un regard bien différent de celui qu’il posait sur les autres femmes. Ce regard, à présent, était uniquement pour elle.
Alors, fais-le. Montre-moi ce que tu ressens… Fais-moi comprendre à quel point tu me désires, Wooyoung…
Sans hésiter, il s’abandonna de nouveau à leurs lèvres, glissant sa langue avec une urgence brûlante. Le baiser devint sauvage, presque bestial. Minyeon, emportée par le flot de ses émotions, enroula ses bras autour du cou de Wooyoung, répondant avec la même intensité. Le goût de l’alcool mêlé à celui de ses lèvres l’enivrait, la faisant vaciller légèrement. Sentant ce frisson, Wooyoung la serra plus fort contre lui, ses mains glissant avec délicatesse sous le chemisier de la jeune femme. Le contact de ses doigts froids contre sa peau nue provoqua un frisson intense qui s’échappa d’elle sous la forme d’un gémissement, alors qu’elle continuait à l’embrasser avec une sensualité brûlante.
Elle glissa doucement ses mains dans les cheveux de Wooyoung, sentant la chaleur de son corps contre le sien. Il quitta doucement ses lèvres pour déposer une pluie de baisers humides le long de son cou, chaque contact faisant frissonner Minyeon un peu plus. Elle se cambra instinctivement, offrant un accès libre à ses clavicules que le garçon couvrait de baisers délicats.
Puis, elle reprit l’initiative, mordillant doucement la peau chaude de Wooyoung avant de venir déposer un baiser furtif sur sa pomme d’Adam. Lui, les lèvres mordillées par l’impatience, brûlait d’envie de la prendre ici et maintenant, mais il s’arrêta, son regard empli de tendresse et de retenue.
Je ne veux pas faire ça comme ça, murmura-t-il en effleurant ses lèvres d’un baiser tendre. Je t’aime, Minyeon, mais je refuse de profiter de toi sous l’emprise de l’alcool. Je veux que tout soit sincère, vrai. Alors rentrons, je te promets que je te ferai l’amour, mais pas ce soir, pas dans ces conditions…
Son ton était empreint d’une douceur et d’une honnêteté qui fit fondre Minyeon, et elle sut, au fond d’elle, que cet homme qu’elle aimait avait enfin compris ce que cela signifiait vraiment.
Minyeon regarda Wooyoung et lui offrit un sourire tendre, un mélange de bonheur et de légère déception dans les yeux. Malgré tout, elle admirait profondément sa maturité et sa responsabilité. Le voir aussi respectueux la faisait fondre un peu plus chaque jour. Il déposa un baiser doux sur son front, puis lui prit le bras en douceur, lui rappelant qu’il était temps de rentrer. Il fallait s’occuper de cette petite blessure, même si elle semblait anodine.
Conscients qu’ils étaient trop ivres pour prendre le volant, ils appelèrent un chauffeur. Installés à l’arrière, Minyeon s’endormit presque aussitôt, la tête posée contre l’épaule de Wooyoung. Lui, le regard empli de tendresse, lui tenait fermement les mains, gardant précieusement le mouchoir qui couvrait la coupure.
Une fois arrivés à l’appartement, Wooyoung la réveilla doucement, lui demandant de le suivre. Mais Minyeon, toujours à moitié dans les brumes de l’alcool, grogna en refusant de marcher. Sans hésiter, il la porta sur son dos en riant, trouvant adorable cette facette taquine et fragile d’elle.
Alors qu’ils avançaient, Minyeon, d’humeur joueuse, commença à s’amuser avec ses cheveux qu’elle aimait tant, puis elle chatouilla ses joues. Wooyoung éclata de rire, criant presque qu’elle l’empêchait d’avancer, amusé par cette complicité évidente entre eux.
Une fois dans l’appartement, Wooyoung se dirigea directement vers la chambre de Minyeon, toujours avec elle sur le dos. La jeune femme, trop fatiguée pour descendre, ne voulait pas lâcher prise. Il la déposa doucement sur son lit, mais alors qu’il se redressait, Minyeon agrippa son bras, l’invitant silencieusement à rester. Allongée à moitié sur le dos, sa jupe légèrement remontée, elle était d’une beauté désarmante. Elle tenait fermement son bras, ses yeux parlant plus que des mots, pleine d’une tendresse et d’un désir qu’il sentait au creux de son regard.
Mais Wooyoung, malgré l’appel muet de son amie, ne céda pas. Il se pencha quand même, déposa un baiser tendre sur son front, et lui murmura doucement, « Pas ce soir, princesse… » avant de quitter la chambre. Il referma la porte derrière lui, s’appuya contre celle-ci et laissa échapper un long souffle. Il ferma les yeux, conscient qu’elle était bien trop dangereuse pour lui, pas dans le sens de la menace, mais parce qu’elle lui faisait perdre pied.
La nuit passa, chargée de pensées, de doutes, et d’émotions qu’ils n’avaient jamais osé affronter pleinement. Le lendemain arriva trop vite à leur goût, le manque de sommeil se faisait sentir. Minyeon fut la première à se lever, un mélange d’appréhension et de curiosité serrant sa poitrine. Wooyoung avait-il été honnête ? Se souvenait-il vraiment de chaque instant de la soirée ?
Elle franchit le seuil de la chambre et prit la direction de la cuisine. La maison était silencieuse, personne en vue. Elle souffla doucement, soulagée. À peine avait-elle vidé son verre d’eau que Wooyoung fit son apparition, frottant son visage fatigué. Lorsqu’il vit Minyeon, un sourire léger illumina ses traits, mais il déglutit en remarquant son t-shirt trop grand pour elle, porté sans rien en dessous.
Il s’approcha doucement, respectant une distance prudente, incertain de ce qu’elle se rappelait, de la soirée passée. L’air était chargé d’une tension douce-amère, lourde de non-dits et de possibles promesses à venir.
Salut, princesse…
Salut, Woo.
Wooyoung sourit intérieurement en entendant la voix de Minyeon. Elle lui adressait la parole, et c'était déjà une victoire pour lui après la soirée mouvementée de la veille. Il avançait lentement dans la cuisine, mais il fut stoppé par une douce pression sur son bras. Minyeon venait de le retenir.
Surpris, il baissa les yeux vers sa main avant de remonter son regard vers elle. Ses joues étaient légèrement rosies, mais ses yeux brillaient d’une intensité qu’il ne pouvait ignorer.
Woo, pour hier… Je… Enfin, tu vois, je voulais être sûre…
Il haussa un sourcil, intrigué.
Être sûre ? Sûre de quoi, princesse ? Que je t’appartenais entièrement ?
Elle hocha la tête timidement, mais avant qu’elle puisse répondre, il s’approcha davantage.
C’est déjà le cas, Minyeon. Je suis tout à toi.
Sa voix grave était emplie de certitude, et avant qu’elle ne puisse réagir, il l’avait déjà encerclée de ses bras. Minyeon se retrouva doucement poussée contre le plan de travail, Wooyoung maintenant une proximité écrasante mais tendre.
Leurs visages n’étaient qu’à quelques centimètres l’un de l’autre, leurs souffles se mêlaient. Il posa une main contre le bas de son dos pour la maintenir contre lui, tandis que l’autre se posait doucement sur sa joue, son pouce traçant une caresse réconfortante.
Tu ne réalises pas à quel point tu comptes pour moi… murmura-t-il avant de se pencher légèrement, son front touchant presque le sien.
Wooyoung, ses lèvres maintenant tout près de l'oreille de Minyeon, murmura d'une voix grave et rauque :
Dis-le encore, princesse. Je veux l'entendre clairement.
Son souffle chaud contre sa peau la fit frissonner de nouveau, et lorsqu'il commença à mordiller doucement son oreille, un léger gémissement s'échappa des lèvres de Minyeon. Elle, déconcertée par l'intensité de la situation, balbutia doucement :
Tu… Tu es à moi, Woo…
Mais ces mots ne suffisaient pas pour le garçon, qui chercha plus. Insatisfait, il glissa ses mains sous les cuisses de Minyeon et, dans un geste fluide et sûr, la souleva pour l’asseoir sur le comptoir. Maintenant à sa hauteur, il plongea son regard brûlant dans le sien, un mélange de désir et de possession s’y reflétant.
Minyeon sentit son cœur battre à tout rompre tandis que ses mains, d’abord hésitantes, se posèrent sur les épaules de Wooyoung. Lui, quant à lui, laissait ses mains explorer doucement ses cuisses, remontant lentement et avec une pression calculée. Lorsqu'il atteignit l'endroit où ses doigts touchaient presque son intimité, il s'arrêta.
Minyeon… Tu sais combien je te désire, pas vrai ? murmura-t-il en exerçant une légère pression, juste assez pour la rendre folle d'attente.
Son ton était sérieux, mais sa voix portait une chaleur étouffante. Il la regardait fixement, attendant une réponse, chaque mouvement calculé pour la faire fondre un peu plus.
Le désir entre eux atteignait un point de non-retour. Wooyoung, visiblement enivré par la situation, murmura à nouveau contre les lèvres de Minyeon, sa voix rauque et pleine de passion :
Dis-le encore, princesse. Que je suis à toi.
Minyeon, le souffle coupé par l’intensité de ses gestes, gémit doucement avant de répondre d'une voix haletante :
Tu es à moi, Woo… Rien qu’à moi…
Ces mots déclenchèrent une vague de passion chez Wooyoung. Il l’embrassa avec une sauvagerie maîtrisée, ses lèvres s’écrasant contre les siennes dans une danse sensuelle et enflammée. Ses mains, maintenant sous le t-shirt de Minyeon, exploraient chaque parcelle de peau, comme si elles cherchaient à graver ce moment dans sa mémoire.
Il quitta brièvement ses lèvres pour parsemer son cou de baisers et de légères morsures, savourant chaque réaction qu’elle avait. Minyeon, incapable de contenir ses gémissements, s’agrippait à ses épaules comme pour ancrer la réalité de cet instant.
Minyeon… murmura-t-il entre deux baisers. Tu es si parfaite…
Minyeon sentit son cœur s’emballer encore plus en entendant ces mots. Ses mains glissèrent dans les cheveux de Wooyoung, tirant légèrement pour le rapprocher davantage. Elle était consumée par son toucher, par la manière dont ses doigts effleuraient sa peau avec une intensité douce mais résolue.
Minyeon, malgré sa timidité et ses joues en feu, sentait une certaine audace monter en elle. Le simple fait de sentir Wooyoung réagir si vivement à son geste l’encouragea. Elle intensifia légèrement ses caresses sur sa virilité, découvrant une nouvelle facette de leur connexion, tandis que le garçon, toujours collé contre elle, semblait lutter pour garder son contrôle.
Wooyoung, pris au dépourvu par cette initiative, s'arrêta un instant pour planter son regard brûlant dans celui de Minyeon. Il esquissa un sourire mi-amusé, mi-admiratif, avant de murmurer doucement :
Tu es vraiment pleine de surprises, princesse...
Il reprit ses baisers avec encore plus d’intensité, sa respiration saccadée témoignant du plaisir qu’il ressentait.
Ne voulant pas en rester là, Wooyoung quitta les lèvres de Minyeon, son regard brûlant ancré dans le sien. Lentement, il descendit, ses mains glissant sur les cuisses de la jeune femme, remontant doucement pour effleurer sa peau. Minyeon frissonnait sous ses gestes, ses joues déjà rouges de désir.
Arrivé à genoux devant elle, Wooyoung déposa une série de légers baisers sur ses cuisses, chacun plus langoureux que le précédent. Il attrapa délicatement ses hanches, tirant la jeune femme un peu plus vers lui afin de l'asseoir confortablement au bord du comptoir. Ses mouvements étaient empreints de respect et d'une tendresse palpable, traduisant l'intensité de ses sentiments pour elle.
Sa voix était basse, presque rauque, teintée d’une passion qu’il ne cherchait plus à dissimuler.
Dis-moi que tu le veux autant que moi, Princesse…
Son souffle caressa la peau de Minyeon, et l’attente de sa réponse suspendit le temps. Minyeon, rougissante, sentit son cœur battre à tout rompre. Ses doigts glissèrent instinctivement dans les cheveux de Wooyoung, son souffle court témoignant de l’émotion qui la submergeait.
Je… je le veux, Woo… murmura-t-elle, à peine audible, mais suffisamment pour que chaque mot s’imprime dans le cœur du garçon.
Wooyoung esquissa un sourire narquois, son regard captivant plongé dans celui de Minyeon. Avec une lenteur calculée, il fit glisser le dernier obstacle entre eux, le faisant disparaître comme si cela n’avait jamais existé.
Puis, sans attendre davantage, il se pencha en avant, déposant sa bouche délicatement sur son intimité. Minyeon lâcha un soupir tremblant, ses doigts se crispant instinctivement dans les cheveux de Wooyoung. Il alternait entre douceur et intensité, savourant chaque réaction qu’il tirait d’elle, comme une mélodie qu’il voulait maîtriser.
Minyeon, submergée par le mélange d’audace et de tendresse, sentit un frisson remonter le long de sa colonne vertébrale. Ses gémissements étouffés emplissaient la pièce, rendant l’atmosphère encore plus électrique.
À la limite de l’orgasme, Wooyoung se releva lentement, contemplant Minyeon aux joues rougies par l’excitation, se mordillant la lèvre avec intensité.
Tu n’es qu’à moi, et à personne d’autre, princesse. N’oublie jamais ça.
Minyeon, se sentant toute chose, se jeta sur les lèvres de Wooyoung en se blottissant dans ses bras, l’embrassant avec sensualité. Elle était si heureuse, si comblée. Enfin, elle pouvait se fondre dans les bras du brun et lui exprimer tout son amour.
Wooyoung la porta alors, se dirigeant vers la chambre tout en continuant de l’embrasser passionnément. Il s’assit sur le bord du lit, Minyeon le surplombant, ondulant des hanches avec impatience, mordillant doucement son cou.
Les gémissements rauques du garçon résonnaient dans la pièce. Puis, Minyeon descendit, se tenant debout devant lui. Wooyoung la regarda en silence, surpris, lorsqu’elle s’accroupit doucement devant lui pour lui enlever les seuls vêtements qu’il portait.
À moi maintenant de te montrer que tu n’es qu’à moi, et à aucune autre femme.
Elle attrapa sa virilité avec douceur avant d’y poser délicatement sa bouche. Accompagnée de ses mains, elle bougea lentement, l’aspirant, commençant par l’extrémité avant d’y ajouter la caresse de sa langue. Le plat de celle-ci descendit le long de son membre, creusant ses joues.
Wooyoung, la tête basculée en arrière, s’accrochait aux cheveux de la jeune femme, la bouche entrouverte et le souffle court. Elle poursuivit sa délicieuse torture, le dégustant entièrement, avant de se redresser, le regard vitreux plongé dans celui de Wooyoung.
Finit de jouer princesse…
Wooyoung se leva et installa la jeune femme sur le dos au centre du lit avant de venir la surplomber de sa hauteur. Sans attendre, il pénétra délicatement la jeune femme s’enfouissant jusqu’à la garde. Des gémissements s’échappèrent de leurs bouches à tous les deux. Minyeon s’agrippait aux draps tandis que le garçon posait ses mains de chaque côté de sa tête. Il entama lentement des va-et-vient tout en dévorant les lèvres de son amante, camouflant ainsi leurs soupirs.
Minyeon se sentait entière, pleinement comblée par sa présence en elle. Une larme coula le long de sa joue. Le garçon, remarquant ce signe de vulnérabilité, vint doucement l’essuyer avant de déposer un chaste baiser sur sa paupière, lui témoignant tout son amour.
Voulant intensifier le moment, Minyeon se redressa et fit doucement reculer le garçon, avant de l’inviter à se mettre sur le dos. Elle passa une jambe de chaque côté de lui, puis se plaça à califourchon, prenant sa virilité en main pour la positionner devant son entrée avant de la faire doucement glisser en elle. Sentir de nouveau sa présence en elle lui arracha de nouveaux gémissements tandis qu’elle mouvait son bassin plus rapidement qu’auparavant. Wooyoung posa ses mains de chaque côté des hanches de Minyeon, suivant le rythme de ses mouvements.
Proche de l’extase, Minyeon se pencha pour embrasser le garçon, tout en respirant son parfum subtil.
Après quelques coups de bassin plus rapides, le garçon se déversa en elle, serrant ses hanches, l’embrassant à pleine bouche le plaisir étant à son paroxysme, gémissant le prénom de Minyeon à travers leurs lèvres. La jeune femme, ayant elle aussi atteint l’orgasme, s’écroula contre lui, se blottissant dans ses bras. Wooyoung se glissa sous la couette à ses côtés, l’embrassant tendrement tout en lui soufflant un « je t’aime ».
Ils s’endormirent enfin, enveloppés dans la chaleur réconfortante de leurs bras entrelacés, comme pour rattraper tout le temps perdu. Chaque souffle partagé scellait un peu plus leur promesse silencieuse.
Ne laissez jamais passer votre chance. Parfois, l’amour se cache derrière la peur et les doutes, et il faut du courage pour le reconnaître. Wooyoung et Minyeon avaient attendu longtemps pour s’avouer ce qu’ils ressentaient, mais cette attente, malgré sa douleur, avait rendu leur lien plus fort, plus vrai.
Car au bout du chemin, ce qui compte vraiment, c’est de se trouver enfin. Et eux, ils s’étaient trouvés.
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(Part 1) - (Part 2)
Sept heures du matin. La porte de l’appartement claqua, rompant le silence de l’aube. Minyeon fit son apparition dans l’entrée, épuisée. Sa nuit de travail l’avait complètement vidée de toute énergie. Elle ne rêvait que d’une chose : son lit douillet, enfin à portée de main, puisqu’elle était en week-end.
Mais ce qu’elle découvrit dans l’entrée la fit froncer les sourcils. Pas moins de quatre paires de chaussures, dont une appartenant visiblement à une femme, jonchaient le sol. Elle savait que Wooyoung, son meilleur ami et colocataire, avait organisé une petite soirée. Cependant, elle ne s’attendait pas à ce que les invités passent la nuit ici.
Plus elle avançait dans l’appartement, plus l’envie d’étrangler son meilleur ami grandissait. L’endroit était littéralement sens dessus dessous. Des miettes de snacks parsemaient le sol, et le canapé, complètement retourné, abritait deux corps à moitié nus dormant paisiblement.
Se dirigeant vers la cuisine pour se servir un verre d’eau, elle découvrit que cette pièce n’échappait pas au désastre ambiant. Le sol collait sous ses pieds à cause d’une substance indéfinissable, ajoutant une note particulièrement déplaisante à l’ensemble.
Elle dut se faire violence pour ne pas hurler, mais elle avait trop de respect pour ses voisins pour céder à la colère. Une chose était sûre : elle allait avoir une sérieuse discussion avec Wooyoung. Passer des soirées avec des amis, c’était une chose. Transformer l’appartement en taudis, c’en était une autre.
Elle essayait tant bien que mal de se frayer un chemin jusqu’à sa chambre, non sans laisser un mot sur le comptoir de la cuisine :
« Jung Wooyoung, quand je me réveille, tu es un homme mort ! »
Mais en approchant, elle remarqua que la porte de sa chambre était entrouverte. Elle s’immobilisa, lâchant son sac à main. Sa bouche s’ouvrit de stupeur avant qu’elle ne laisse échapper un soupir mêlé de colère et de résignation. Sans perdre une seconde, elle se retourna, maudissant intérieurement son meilleur ami, et marcha d’un pas décidé vers la chambre de celui-ci.
Tu te moques de moi ?!
Minyeon pesta intérieurement. Elle n’était même pas surprise de découvrir que Wooyoung n’était pas seul dans son lit lorsqu’elle alluma la lumière. Lui et sa compagne d’un soir étaient à peine vêtus, enfouis sous un amas de couvertures en désordre.
Wooyoung se redressa avec difficulté, une main sur son front alors qu’un mal de tête l’assaillait. Son expression passa rapidement de la confusion à une véritable panique lorsqu’il croisa le regard noir de sa meilleure amie, figée sur le pas de la porte.
Oh, princesse, t’es rentrée ? tenta Wooyoung avec un sourire penaud.
Ne joue pas à ça avec moi, Woo ! siffla Minyeon, les bras croisés. Tu m’expliques l’état de l’appartement ?! Franchement, j’aurais pu laisser passer, mais là, c’est trop !
Elle fit une pause, le fixant d’un regard accusateur avant d’ajouter, presque en criant :
Pourquoi il y a un gars dans mon lit et pourquoi tous mes produits cosmétiques sont ouverts sur ma coiffeuse ?!
La jeune femme couchée à côté de Wooyoung se redressa à son tour, les cheveux en bataille, et lança d’une voix blasée :
Elle pourrait pas hurler moins fort, cette folle ?! Pour un pot de crème, elle va se calmer ! Fais-la partir qu’on puisse continuer notre nuit…
Wooyoung sentit une sueur froide descendre le long de son dos. Il déglutit avec difficulté, conscient qu’il venait de franchir une limite qu’il n’aurait jamais dû atteindre.
Il jeta un regard désespéré à Minyeon, qui semblait littéralement bouillir de rage. Il savait que sa conquête d’un soir était en terrain miné et qu’elle risquait de ne pas en sortir indemne si elle continuait sur cette lancée.
Je te donne trente secondes, lança Minyeon, glaciale, avant que la folle dont tu parles ne t’arrache les yeux et te foute dehors à coups de pieds !
Wooyoung n’attendit pas une seconde de plus. Il s’empressa de guider sa conquête d’un soir vers la porte, tentant maladroitement de calmer son air choqué face aux paroles de Minyeon.
Lorsqu’il revint, il trouva sa meilleure amie les bras croisés, le regard dur.
Tu me déçois, Woo, mais à un niveau que j’avais du mal à imaginer, murmura-t-elle, sa voix tremblant sous l’émotion. Vire tout le monde de l’appartement, tout de suite. Sinon, c’est moi qui pars.
La jeune femme se dirigea dans la cuisine, se préparant un café pour calmer ses nerfs et éviter de vraiment étriper son meilleur ami. La machine bourdonna doucement, accompagnant le silence tendu de l’appartement.
Une quinzaine de minutes plus tard, Wooyoung fit son apparition dans l’encadrement de la porte. Il semblait penaud, évitant le regard de Minyeon, comme un enfant pris en faute.
Princesse ? murmura-t-il, hésitant.
Minyeon ne répondit pas. Elle restait concentrée sur son café, son silence plus éloquent que n’importe quel cri. Wooyoung s’approcha timidement, tentant de lui prendre la main dans un geste de réconciliation.
Elle se dégagea immédiatement, son regard noir le clouant sur place.
Je ne suis pas si facile que ça, Woo. Que tu retournes l’appartement, c’est une chose, c’est chiant, mais ça peut passer. Mais squatter ma chambre par je ne sais qui, fouiller dans mes affaires, et me manquer de respect comme ça… non, ça, je ne l’accepte pas. Tu ne m’as pas respectée, Wooyoung, et ça, c’est hors de question.
Elle marqua une pause, le regard dur, puis ajouta :
Maintenant, range-moi cet appartement. Moi, je vais me coucher…
Wooyoung était choqué, mais il savait qu’il avait clairement dépassé les bornes. Il ignorait que ses amis étaient allés dans la chambre de Minyeon, il l’avait pourtant bien précisé en début de soirée, mais avec l’euphorie de la nuit, il avait complètement oublié.
Il fixa la main que la jeune femme venait de repousser froidement avant de porter ses mains à son visage, se frottant le front avec frustration. Il avait merdé, et il allait devoir se racheter.
Arrivée dans sa chambre, Minyeon balaya la pièce du regard, les larmes aux yeux. Elle était épuisée après sa nuit de travail, fatiguée de devoir se battre avec Wooyoung, et profondément blessée par ce manque de respect. C’en était trop pour elle.
Elle glissa le long de la porte, s’effondrant pour venir nicher sa tête contre ses jambes repliées. Wooyoung comptait tellement pour elle que cette trahison l’avait réellement atteinte.
Après un long soupir, elle se redressa. Elle changea les draps de son lit avant de jeter tous ses produits cosmétiques à la poubelle. L’idée qu’une inconnue ait touché ses pots de crème, sans savoir où ses mains avaient traîné, la répugnait.
Prenant quelques affaires, elle fila à la salle de bain la seule pièce encore intacte pour une douche rapide avant de finalement se coucher.
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Il était 14 heures. Minyeon dormait encore, mais l’appartement était de nouveau propre et rangé. Wooyoung s’était donné du mal pour tout remettre en ordre, déterminé à s’excuser.
Après sa douche, il s’habilla rapidement avant de sortir en direction du magasin de cosmétiques. Il connaissait bien sa meilleure amie : il savait que les produits que sa conquête avait utilisés avaient fini à la poubelle. Il voulait donc lui racheter exactement les mêmes.
Il parcourut les rayons, un peu perdu, jusqu’à ce qu’il tombe sur les produits parfaits. Bingo, il avait trouvé les mêmes que Minyeon utilisait. Il s’empressa de les prendre et se dirigea vers la caisse pour payer.
Je vois que ce sont des produits féminins, pour votre petite amie, peut-être ? Je peux vous les emballer si vous voulez.
Wooyoung esquissa un sourire narquois face à la remarque de la vendeuse. « Sa petite amie ? Elle est bien curieuse, celle-là », pensa-t-il. Il ne répondit pas à la question, mais acquiesça pour l’emballage cadeau.
Je vous ai ajouté quelques échantillons de parfum, des crèmes, et même un rouge à lèvres. C’est une collaboration avec l’un de nos partenaires, ce sont des cadeaux gratuits. Au plaisir de vous revoir, jeune homme.
Wooyoung regarda le sac en souriant, puis reprit la route vers l’appartement.
De son côté, Minyeon était réveillée depuis quelques minutes. Elle avait ouvert sa chambre ainsi que les fenêtres du salon. Elle savait que son meilleur ami avait déjà tout nettoyé, car l’appartement était impeccablement propre.
Mais c’était plus fort qu’elle : elle avait besoin de faire entrer l’air frais dans les pièces, pour bien se réveiller et pour renouveler l’atmosphère, encore chargée de la veille.
Alors qu’elle s’apprêtait à se faire un café, la porte d’entrée s’ouvrit et Wooyoung fit son apparition.
Il la regarda un instant, son t-shirt trop grand lui arrivant au-dessus des genoux, un t-shirt qui lui appartenait, d’ailleurs. Ses cheveux longs, marron et en bataille, lui firent esquisser un sourire.
Qu’elle était belle au réveil, pensa-t-il.
Oh, tu es réveillée. Ne bouge pas, je vais te faire couler un café, déclara Wooyoung avec un sourire.
Il posa rapidement son sac sur la table et prit la main de Minyeon pour l’asseoir doucement sur le sofa. Il attrapa un plaid qu’il drapa sur ses jambes, détournant furtivement le regard pour ne pas se laisser distraire par la vue.
Quelques minutes plus tard, il revint avec deux tasses de café fumantes et s’installa dans le fauteuil à côté d’elle. Minyeon accepta sa tasse avec un merci presque timide, mais son expression restait fermée, son regard baissé.
Elle était encore blessée. Le manque de respect de Wooyoung, la violation de son espace personnel… c’était un coup dur. Minyeon, de son côté, n’était jamais entrée dans la chambre de son meilleur ami sans autorisation. Alors, qu’il ait permis à quelqu’un de dormir dans la sienne et, pire encore, de fouiller dans ses affaires, c’était un affront qu’elle avait du mal à digérer.
Minyeon restait silencieuse, les yeux fixés sur sa tasse comme si elle espérait y trouver des réponses à ses tourments. Mais Wooyoung, lui, ne comptait pas laisser les choses ainsi.
Après avoir posé sa tasse sur la table, il s’approcha et s’accroupit doucement devant elle. Sans dire un mot, il glissa ses doigts fins sous son menton et le releva délicatement, l’obligeant à le regarder dans les yeux.
Regarde-moi, princesse… s’il te plaît… murmura-t-il, sa voix empreinte d’un mélange de douceur et de regret.
Minyeon leva enfin les yeux, croisant le regard de Wooyoung. Elle y lut une sincérité douloureuse, un remords profond. Son visage trahissait son inquiétude et sa culpabilité. Il s’en voulait, et cela se voyait.
Pendant un instant, elle l’observa. Elle ne put s’empêcher d’admirer ses traits si délicats : ses cheveux noirs tombant légèrement sur sa nuque, son nez finement dessiné, ses yeux intenses qui semblaient percer jusqu’à son âme, et ses lèvres charnues, toujours légèrement entrouvertes.
Elle se perdit dans cette contemplation, oubliant tout le reste. Ce n’est que lorsqu’elle sentit la main de Wooyoung glisser sur sa joue pour la caresser doucement qu’elle réalisa à quel point ce moment était chargé d’émotions.
Le contact de sa peau contre la sienne était à la fois réconfortant et troublant. Elle aimait cette sensation, mais ses pensées prenaient une direction qu’elle n’était pas prête à accepter. Elle devait se ressaisir.
Minyeon posa sa tasse devant elle et se dégagea doucement de Wooyoung, créant une distance entre eux. Mais elle garda son regard fixé sur lui, ses yeux maintenant brillants d’émotion.
Tu m’as blessée, Woo… énormément, commença-t-elle, sa voix légèrement tremblante.
Je te faisais confiance. Tu sais très bien comment je fonctionne, et le fait que tu aies laissé ma chambre disponible pour tes amis… Ça m’a mise hors de moi.
Elle marqua une pause, cherchant ses mots, puis reprit :
Que tu ramènes je ne sais combien de femmes, je m’en contrefiche. Mais qu’elles se permettent des choses et me manquent de respect, ça… c’est non !
Minyeon détourna brièvement les yeux, consciente que ses paroles n’étaient qu’une demi-vérité. Bien sûr que cela la gênait qu’il ramène des femmes ici. Elle s’était rendu compte, il n’y avait pas si longtemps, de ce qu’elle ressentait pour lui. Mais jamais, ô grand jamais, elle ne le lui avouerait.
Wooyoung était bien trop important pour elle. Certes, il agissait souvent comme un petit ami : il était toujours là, présent et attentif. Il la soutenait dans les moments difficiles, la relevait quand elle tombait, et veillait sur elle comme s’il tenait à elle plus que tout. Ils vivaient ensemble, et son comportement tactile et protecteur envers elle donnait l’impression, vue de l’extérieur, qu’ils formaient un couple.
Mais Minyeon savait que ce n’était pas réciproque. Wooyoung ramenait souvent d’autres femmes, et cela suffisait à balayer tout espoir qu’elle aurait pu nourrir. Elle avait sa réponse sans même avoir besoin de poser la question.
Je sais… et j’ai totalement foiré, avoua Wooyoung, sa voix teintée de regret.
Il passa une main dans ses cheveux, visiblement nerveux, avant de continuer :
Crois-moi, je m’en veux énormément. Je leur avais pourtant bien précisé que ta chambre, c’était hors limites, non négociable. Mais… apparemment, je n’ai pas été assez clair.
Il fit une pause, cherchant ses mots, avant de reprendre, un peu hésitant :
Et pour tes produits… j’ai eu un doute quand elle est venue se coucher. Elle avait… la même odeur que toi.
Il baissa les yeux, gêné.
Ça m’a perturbé. De sentir ton odeur sur une autre femme… ça m’a paru tellement… faux.
Il releva la tête, son regard intense cherchant celui de Minyeon.
Minyeon, je ferais tout pour me faire pardonner. Je tiens tellement à toi… si fort que… je deviendrais fou si tu partais.
Pour seule réponse, Minyeon se jeta dans les bras de Wooyoung, enfouissant son visage dans le creux de son cou. Le contact surpris un instant le garçon, mais il se mit rapidement à sourire, soulagé.
Il répondit doucement à son étreinte, glissant sa main dans ses cheveux pour caresser l’arrière de sa tête avec tendresse. Il la serra un peu plus fort contre lui, comme s’il voulait lui transmettre tout ce qu’il n’arrivait pas à dire avec des mots.
Dans cet instant suspendu, il sentit son cœur se calmer. Elle ne le rejetait pas, et c’était tout ce qui comptait.
Wooyoung ferma les yeux, inspirant l’odeur familière de Minyeon qui apaisait ses craintes. Il était rassuré. Il ne voulait pas perdre cette femme qu’il chérissait plus que tout, surtout pas à cause d’erreurs stupides et d’abrutis incapables de respecter celle qui comptait le plus pour lui.
Car oui, cela pouvait paraître surprenant au vu de son comportement, mais il aimait Minyeon. Et bien plus qu’elle ne pouvait l’imaginer…
Il était accro à elle, obsédé même, mais il savait qu’à ses yeux, il n’était que son meilleur ami. Le colocataire dragueur, un peu trop séducteur, qui enchaînait les conquêtes sans lendemain. Ce qu’elle ignorait, c’est que ce comportement n’était qu’un bouclier. Un moyen maladroit, mais nécessaire, pour calmer les pulsions qu’il ressentait à son égard.
Car vivre sous le même toit que la femme qu’il désirait plus que tout au monde était un supplice de chaque instant.
Il avait fini par se faire une raison : Minyeon l’aimait, oui, mais pas comme lui l’espérait. Elle l’aimait comme un ami, un frère peut-être, et rien de plus. Alors, il se contentait de ce rôle. Il sortait avec d’autres femmes pour combler ce vide qu’elle laissait dans son cœur. Pour masquer ses véritables émotions, il gardait son attitude taquine et séductrice avec elle. C’était son excuse pour maintenir une proximité qu’il n’osait pas nommer autrement.
Mais plus d’une fois, il avait été à deux doigts de tout détruire. Plus d’une fois, il avait voulu capturer ses lèvres entre les siennes, les mordiller doucement, les embrasser jusqu’à ce qu’elle comprenne à quel point elle le rendait fou.
Wooyoung se souvenait de toutes ces nuits où il l’observait, discrètement, fascinée par sa beauté naturelle. Son rire, ses gestes, même ses colères lui semblaient parfaits. Il la voulait entière : son corps, son cœur, son âme. Mais ce désir était une torture, car il était persuadé qu’il resterait à jamais inaccessible.
Et pourtant, cette même obsession le poussait à veiller sur elle comme un gardien. Voir Minyeon blessée ou en danger réveillait en lui une rage qu’il n’avait jamais connue. Il détruirait quiconque oserait lui faire du mal. Elle méritait tout le bonheur du monde, et si ce n’était pas lui qui pouvait le lui offrir, il s’assurerait que personne ne le lui enlève.
Quand il avait vu les larmes dans les yeux de Minyeon à cause de son comportement de la veille, Wooyoung s’en était voulu profondément. Il s’était promis de la protéger, de toujours veiller à son bonheur, et pourtant, il avait été assez stupide pour être la cause de sa peine. Il n’y avait rien de plus cruel pour lui que de savoir qu’il avait échoué dans ce rôle qu’il s’était imposé.
Mais lorsque Minyeon avait brisé le mur de sa colère et s’était réfugiée dans ses bras pour accepter ses excuses, il avait ressenti un mélange de soulagement et de chaleur intense. Ce simple geste, aussi rare qu’inattendu malgré leur proximité, avait suffi à lui réchauffer le cœur.
Il la serra contre lui avec douceur, comme s’il craignait qu’elle se brise, ses mains caressant légèrement son dos. Il voulait ancrer cet instant dans sa mémoire, savourer cette rare intimité qu’elle lui offrait.
Après quelques instants, il se recula légèrement, mais pas trop, laissant toujours ses mains sur les frêles épaules de la jeune femme. Son regard se posa sur elle, sincère et intense.
Minyeon, murmura-t-il d’une voix grave mais douce, presque hésitante.
Il la fixa, cherchant les bons mots, ceux qui pourraient effacer la douleur qu’il lui avait causée. Son cœur battait à tout rompre, et il savait qu’il jouait avec le feu.
Vraiment, Minyeon, je suis désolé, murmura Wooyoung avec une sincérité désarmante. Ça ne se reproduira plus jamais, je te le promets !
Minyeon, qui avait baissé les yeux, releva doucement la tête, un léger sourire au coin des lèvres, malgré son cœur encore blessé.
J’étais tellement habituée à tes "princesses" que ça me fait drôle de t’entendre dire mon prénom, répondit-elle avec un brin de taquinerie dans la voix.
Wooyoung cligna des yeux, surpris, avant de lâcher un petit rire nerveux. Il passa une main dans ses cheveux, embarrassé.
Eh bien… tu restes ma princesse, mais parfois, il faut être sérieux, non ?
Son ton était léger, mais son regard, lui, était toujours aussi intense. Minyeon détourna les yeux, ses joues prenant une légère teinte rosée.
Minyeon éclata d’un rire léger, presque nerveux, avant de s’écarter doucement. La proximité avec Wooyoung la troublait trop, et elle avait besoin de mettre un peu de distance.
Wooyoung, observant sa réaction, ne put s’empêcher de sourire. Voir Minyeon mal à l’aise par leur proximité lui plaisait plus qu’il ne l’aurait avoué. Il se leva à son tour, se dirigea vers la table où il avait laissé le sac, et le lui tendit.
Je sais que tu as jeté tes cosmétiques, dit-il avec un mélange de regret et de tendresse. Alors, je t’en ai racheté pour me faire pardonner. Et… il y a des petits cadeaux en bonus dedans.
Minyeon prit le sac avec curiosité et commença à en sortir les produits un à un. Un sourire vint naturellement illuminer son visage. C’était un geste attendu, bien sûr, après ce qui s’était passé, mais elle appréciait sincèrement qu’il ait pris l’initiative.
Alors qu’elle continuait de fouiller, un objet attira son attention. Elle sortit un rouge à lèvres d’un rouge intense et leva les yeux vers Wooyoung, intriguée.
Un rouge à lèvres ?
Wooyoung se gratta légèrement l’arrière de la tête, feignant une nonchalance calculée, et lança avec un sourire en coin :
Oui, apparemment, c’est une collab de la marque. Et je me suis dit… que cette couleur t’irait bien.
Minyeon fronça légèrement les sourcils, intriguée par son ton.
C’est tout ? demanda-t-elle, méfiante.
Le garçon s’approcha doucement, son sourire devenant plus espiègle.
Et qui sait, continua-t-il avec une lueur malicieuse dans le regard, peut-être que j’aurais envie de l’enlever.
Minyeon sentit son cœur manquer un battement. Elle ouvrit la bouche pour répondre, mais aucun mot ne sortit. Son esprit s’embrouillait entre la provocation et le sérieux dans le regard de Wooyoung.
T’es impossible, murmura-t-elle en détournant les yeux, ses joues virant une teinte carmin.
Wooyoung éclata de rire, visiblement ravi de l’effet de sa réplique.
Détends-toi, princesse, je plaisante… à moitié, ajouta-t-il en murmurant la fin de sa phrase, suffisamment bas pour qu’elle se demande si elle avait bien entendu.
Minyeon inspira profondément pour reprendre contenance, serrant légèrement le sac dans ses mains.
T’as intérêt à être sage, Woo, sinon…
Sinon quoi ? la coupa-t-il, toujours avec ce sourire qui lui donnait envie de le frapper autant que de céder à ses provocations.
Elle plissa les yeux, pointant un doigt accusateur vers lui.
Sinon, je vais commencer à croire que tu veux vraiment perdre un œil.
Wooyoung éclata de rire, levant les mains en signe de reddition.
Ok, ok, je me rends. Mais garde le rouge à lèvres… Il te vaudra beaucoup de compliments, je te le garantis.
Minyeon roula des yeux, mais un petit sourire en coin trahissait son amusement. Minyeon éclata de rire avant de partir essayer le rouge à lèvres dans la salle de bain. Quelques secondes plus tard, elle revint, un sourire malicieux aux lèvres, et s’approcha de Wooyoung.
Alors, qu’est-ce que tu en penses ? demanda-t-elle, cherchant son avis.
Wooyoung se pencha doucement vers son visage, se mordillant la lèvre inférieure. Puis, avec délicatesse, il essuya du bout du doigt une petite trace de rouge à lèvres qui débordait sur le coin de ses lèvres.
Là, c’est parfait ! souffla-t-il, le regard brillant.
Minyeon sentit un léger frisson parcourir son corps, gênée et charmée à la fois.
Elle rougit légèrement, bien qu’elle soit habituée aux petites attentions et comportements de Wooyoung. Mais aujourd’hui, quelque chose était différent chez lui. Il dégageait une aura nouvelle, plus masculine, plus intense…
Était-ce ce débardeur sans manche, trop large, qui laissait entrevoir son torse sculpté par l’effort ? Ou bien ce pantalon cargo noir qui épousait parfaitement ses jambes musclées ? Elle ne savait pas exactement, mais elle se sentait troublée, et ça ne lui ressemblait pas. Habituellement, elle gardait son calme, même face à ses sentiments pour lui.
Un sourire tendre aux lèvres, elle se détourna doucement pour rejoindre sa chambre. Là, elle rangea ses cosmétiques, tentant de reprendre son souffle, envahie par ce mélange confus d’émotions. Wooyoung était dangereux, trop dangereux pour qu’elle reste aussi proche de lui pour l’instant. Elle avait besoin de faire le point, de remettre de l’ordre dans ses pensées, et surtout de ne pas nourrir d’espoirs qu’elle savait, au fond d’elle, qu’ils ne se réaliseraient pas…
𝓢𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼: Un amour 𝓉𝑜𝓍𝒾𝓆𝓊𝑒, une lettre, des 𝓇𝑒𝑔𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓈. C'était les seules 𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓈 qu'il lui 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓉 .
𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼 : 3.379
𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 : Angst / Sad End / Weep / negative depiction of wooyoung / Toxic relation... / Suicide mention...
𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼 : French Fiction / Inspire By APOLOGY - Ikon
Elle était la sans vraiment comprendre la raison qui l'avait poussé à l'abandonner, et de regarder la voiture s'éloigner. Elle avait bien vue que dernièrement, il avait changé. Ses mots n'étaient plus les mêmes… Ses expressions avaient littéralement changé. Elle savait que depuis quelques temps, il n'allait pas bien. Plusieurs fois, elle le vit pleurer silencieusement. Mais comment en si peu de temps, un homme peut il changé autant ? Et comment l'homme avec qui tu partages ta vie peut t'abandonner comme ça sur un trottoir.
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Encore un matin ou ses bras l'emprisonnait. Protecteurs, chaleureux. Un matin aussi agréable que les autres qu'elle passait à ses côtés. Elle s'échappa discrètement du lit tout en ayant un regard sur ce garçon qu'elle aimait tant. Machinalement ne sentant plus sa présence il se tourna pour attraper son oreiller et ainsi le serrer contre lui. Elle sourit innocemment voyant cet homme musclé dormir tel un enfant. Elle enfila quelque chose pour ensuite quitter la pièce. Elle se dirigea donc dans la cuisine avec qu'un seul but : préparez le petit déjeuner.
Une fois qu'elle quitta la chambre, le jeune homme peu enfin ouvrir les yeux. Il se tourna pour se retrouver sur le dos. Un soupir s'échappa de ses lèvres et il vint se frotter le front. La jeune femme n'avait pas remarqué que son petit ami était réveillé depuis un moment déjà. Et qu'il fin de dormir.
Mais le garçon ne supportait plus le comportement de la jeune femme. Il l'aimait c'était une évidence, mais la proximité que la jeune femme voulait désespérément le fatiguait... Il aimait ses baisers, ses moments de tendresse. Mais il aimait avoir une certaine distance dans son couple.
Mais cela, la jeune femme n'aimait pas trop. Il était lâche certes il n'osait pas aborder le sujet ne voulant vexer sa copine mais, il était temps pour lui de mettre les choses au clair dans leur relation.
La jeune femme de bonne humeur, ce hâtait à préparer le déjeuner voulant faire plaisir au garçon. Elle ne se doutait pas une seconde de l'attitude de celui-ci. Enfin décidé à se lever, Wooyoung arriva dans la cuisine avec une certaine appréhension. Il se glissa derrière sa petite amie avant de l'emprisonner de ses bras et de l'embrasser chastement sur la joue.
-Tu me chatouilles
-C'est le but recherché, que fais-tu ?
-J'ai préparé le petit-déjeuner et ensuite je vais nous préparer un panier repas pour ce midi, nous allons pique niquer tous les deux
Sora tout sourire investi dans sa tâche, ne vit pas le visage de Wooyoung changé d'expression. Encore une fois, elle avait organisé tout le programme de la journée sans en informer le garçon.
-Ne penses-tu pas, que j'ai aussi mon mot à dire, sur le déroulement de la journée ?
-Chéri, je fais ça pour nous. Pour passer un moment que tous les deux.
La jeune femme semblait déçue
Peut-être mais aujourd'hui, j'avais prévu de voir les garçons. Nous sommes constamment ensemble. J'ai besoin de voir mes amis.
- D'accord... D'accord ne t'énerves pas, faisons cela une autre fois, déjeunons au moins ensemble ?
Wooyoung aimait la jeune femme c'était indéniable, mais son comportement l'agaçait assez souvent. Cette façon de vouloir être constamment collé l'un à l'autre devenait étouffante par moment. Il ne voyait pas souvent ses amis à cause de sa relation. Sora était très présente même dans ses relations amicales. Si Wooyoung avait prévu des sorties ou toute autre chose avec ses amis. Sora essayait systématiquement de s'inviter voulant être continuellement avec le garçon. Donc, le garçon n'avait finalement pas beaucoup de répit…
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Sora était une jeune femme ayant besoin de beaucoup d'attention. Sa famille n‘ayant jamais vraiment été présente pour elle durant son enfance, elle avait ce besoin constamment d'attention. Sa famille n'avait pas été tendre avec elle. Ses résultats scolaires étaient dans la moyenne. Elle était une jeune fille assez simple et discrète. Mais tout cela n'était pas suffisant pour ses parents. Ils voulaient toujours plus, la comparant constamment à sa sœur ainée. Donc, quand elle fit la rencontre de Wooyoung elle recherchait constamment son affection.
Le jeune couple s'était rencontré grâce à une connaissance commune « Choi San » élève dans la même classe de la jeune femme. Elle était devenue rapidement une bonne amie du garçon. Malgré ses bonnes notes elle avait voulu faire bonne figure auprès de sa famille en prenant des cours supplémentaires montrant sa détermination. Mais en vain ses efforts n'avaient pas marché. San lui, toujours disponible pour rendre service, avait bien entendu accepter la requête de Sora. Il l'avait trouvé mignonne et attachante. Il trouvait sa fascinant la détermination que Sora faisait preuve vis-à-vis de sa famille.
San quant à lui, connaissait Wooyoung depuis plus longtemps suivant les mêmes cours de danse et chant. Les garçons n'avaient pas de différence d'âge étant de la même année. C'est ce qui d'ailleurs les avait rapprochés. Mais ce qui déclencha la rencontre entre Sora et Wooyoung étaient l'intervention de San. Il avait invité ses deux amis à le rejoindre dans un restaurant en compagnie d'autres amis à eux et d'une bonne amie de Sora.
La soirée s'était merveilleusement bien passée. Sora était littéralement tombée sous le charme de Wooyoung. Et cela avait l'air réciproque du côté du garçon. San lui n'avait pas vraiment remarqué préférant rigoler et boire des verres avec ses amis et de sympathiser avec l'amie de Sora. Mais il remarqua qu'il s'était passé quelque chose quand Sora décida de rentrer chez elle et que Wooyoung décida de la raccompagner. Ne voulant laisser la jeune femme seule. Il sourit en les voyant partir tous les deux, il se disait qu'a ce moment la, les deux amis allaient finir par se revoir.
Quelques jours étaient passés depuis que le garçon avait raccompagné Sora chez elle. Pendant ces quelques jours ils s'étaient doucement rapprochés passant tout leur temps scotché à leur téléphone. Sora avait donc fait le premier pas invitant le garçon à sortir, mais Wooyoung avait poliment refusé voulant sortir boire quelques verres avec des amis.
Elle comprenait que le garçon avait besoin de souffler, mais elle ne faisait que ruminer. Sora fut vexée, elle s'imaginait tous les scénarios au possible. C'était –il moquait elle ? Est-ce que finalement il s'était déjà lassé d'elle ? Toutes ces pensées ne quittaient la tête de la jeune femme. Malgré ses doute elle revue Wooyoung quelques jours plus tard et tous ses doutes se dissipa avec les mots rassurant d'Wooyoung, et leur relation débuta officiellement.
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Cela faisait maintenant un an que le couple partageait la vie de chacun, l'amour fou régnait. Wooyoung était un petit ami parfait, attentionné protecteur. Mais malgré ses mots, il n'arrivait jamais vraiment à rassurer Sora. Elle était toujours inquiète, ses doutes remplissaient sa tête constamment. La jeune femme doutait constamment, d'elle, de lui…Et tout cela commençait à lasser Wooyoung. Le garçon prenait doucement ses distances même s'il savait au fond de lui que ce n'était pas la meilleure des solutions. Mais il n'en pouvait plus, il avait besoin de respirer de vivre aussi pour lui. Faire quelques choses seul, pouvait recentrer ses pensées. Sortir avec ses amis sans avoir sa petite amie présente à chacune de ses sorties.
Il avait Sora constamment sur le dos et il n'en pouvait plus. S'en était trop pour lui, il se sentait prisonnier comme un oiseau en cage. Il avait besoin de retrouver ses libertés de pouvoir penser et agir pour lui. Après avoir pris quelques jours pour lui sans Sora dans les parages, Wooyoung avait décidé de passer la journée avec sa petite amie. Même s'il savait très bien que la jeune femme allait être énervée concernant ses jours passé sans elle. Mais il ne s'attendait pas une situation pareille.
La journée avait très bien commencée, Wooyoung avait passé la nuit chez la jeune femme, tout se passait pour le mieux Sora, n'avait pas remis le sujet sur la table et était très agréable. Le lendemain matin pour le plus grand bonheur d'Wooyoung Sora n'avait pas été autant collante qu'à son habitude. Elle avait préparé un petit déjeuner pour eux deux comme à son habitude. Ils avaient même décidé de passer la journée ensemble. Ils décidèrent d'aller en ville ayant quelques achats à faire et ensuite de prendre la voiture pour aller en dehors de la ville profitée du calme.
Mais c'est au moment d'arriver en ville que le comportement de Sora changea du tout au tout. Sora collait encore une fois Wooyoung, elle s'accrochait à son bras tout en dévisagent les jeunes femmes qui osaient poser un regard sur son petit ami. Tout en continuant son monologue expliquant les futurs projets du couple. Wooyoung en avait marre, il saturait, il n'en pouvait plus de ce comportement égoïste et de cette jalousie maladive..
-Stop !
-Qu'est-ce qu'il y a ?
-J'en peux plus Sora c'est trop.
Elle fut surprise aux mots d'Wooyoung, et de la tournure que prenait cette journée. Elle était surprise, mais elle savait pertinemment pourquoi Wooyoung s'énervait. Il s'approcha de Sora le visage fermé et désolé. Il posa ses deux mains de part et d'autres de ses épaules. Avant de souffler ses trois mots «Je suis désolé » à l'entente de ses mots une larme dévala le long de la joue de Sora, elle ne comprenait pas vraiment, mais en même temps elle s'en doutait.
C'était la conséquence de son comportement depuis quelques mois, mais elle fut encore plus surprise quand Wooyoung lâcha ses épaules et fit demi-tour le visage baissé. Elle ne pouvait y croire, il n'allait pas la laisser là, seule. Il ne pouvait pas.
Elle s'empressa de rattraper le garçon par le bras, mais Wooyoung dégagea celui-ci violemment. Mais Sora se raccrocha une nouvelle fois le redressant face à elle. Elle ne pouvait se résigner à laisser la situation tel quelle, elle ne pouvait accepter aussi facilement. Des larmes dévalèrent sur leurs joues à tous les deux, mais Wooyoung était décidé il n'en pouvait plus.
Sora s'accrocha à présent à ses deux bras fermement, mais il se détacha une nouvelle fois. Elle s'accrocha donc à la chemise du garçon tant bien que mal. Mais Sora compris que le garçon était décidé et ne comptait pas revenir en arrière. Son regard était triste, mais rempli de colère. Sora compris que quoi qu'elle fasse elle avait perdu. Le garçon ne voulait plus se battre pour eux.
Elle lâcha et desserra sa prise sur la chemise d'Wooyoung et des sanglots s'échappèrent. Il pleurait lui aussi voyant Sora dans cet état mais il ne devait pas faiblir il ne pouvait subir encore tout cela c'était toxique.
Il se rappelait la promesse qu'il avait faite à Sora, mais il ne pouvait encaisser plus. Il sera surement traité de lâche, mais s'en était trop pour lui. Il avait failli à sa tâche en l'abandonnant comme il s'apprêtait à le faire sans lui donner de raison valable. Même si Sora savait très bien pourquoi le garçon décidait d'abandonner.
Wooyoung se recula de Sora avant de s'excuser une dernière fois, en chuchotant qu'il avait failli à sa promesse, la protéger. Il tourna le dos à Sora avant de rejoindre sa voiture les larmes dévalant sur ses joues. Assis derrière le volant il démarra la voiture et quitta l'endroit. Sora regarda la voiture s'éloigner au fur et à mesure. Wooyoung s'arrêta un peu plus loin avant de se garer les larmes devant sur les joues tout en frappant le volant.
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Depuis leur séparation, Sora était anéantie. Elle ne sortait plus ou alors très rarement. San venait souvent la voir essayant de la faire sortir prendre l'air mais en vain. Rien n'y faisait, elle ne voulait plus mettre un pied dehors. Elle ne voulait plus faire face au monde. Elle ne voulait pas d'étalage d'amour devant elle, sachant que son amour à elle s'était envolé dans un nuage de fumée.
Wooyoung lui de son côté pensé être libéré, mais c'était tout le contraire, un poids s'était posé sur son cœur. Il ne supportait plus de ne plus sentir la présence de Sora à ses côtés. Il s'était dit qu'il avait eu raison de prendre cette décision, qu'il avait eu raison de s'éloigner d'elle, mais il ne pouvait nier qu'il l'aimait à mourir. Sa façon mignonne de faire les choses, sa démarche, sa façon de mordiller ses lèvres.
Tout lui manquait. Mais il s'était raisonné, il avait fait le bon choix, qu'avec le temps tout cela sera terminé et ils pourront tous les deux tourner la page et recommencer une vie meilleure que celle qu'ils partageaient ensemble.
Cela faisait un mois, un mois maintenant que Sora dépérissait. Sa joie de vivre avait disparu. Son corps maigrissait a vu d'œil. Des cernes énormes creusaient ses yeux. Sora avait à plusieurs reprises essayé de reprendre contact en vain avec Wooyoung, mais ce fut un échec.
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Pourquoi j'ai fait cela, est-ce qu'elle va bien ? Mange-t-elle à sa faim ? Est-ce qu'elle gère toujours aussi mal le stress. Imbécile comment pourrait-elle allez bien, c'est impossible. J'ai fait le bon choix au fond de moi je le sais, nous allons pouvoir refaire notre vie, je sais que plus tard elle me remerciera, sa peur de l'abandon, son besoin constant d'affection se sera estompé.
Elle deviendra une femme meilleure pour un homme bien meilleur que moi. Je suis une personne égoïste et je le sais très bien, j'avais besoin d'espace, mais en même temps j'avais besoin de sa présence à mes côtés. Je ne sais même pas ce que je veux, la voulais-je à mes côtés la serrant dans mes bras, ou la voulais-je libre dans les bras d'un autre ?
J'étais épuisée de l'attendre, je me noyais dans des espoirs sans fondement, quand j'entendais du bruit derrière la porte, j'espérais qu'une chose. Que ce soit lui… Qu'il rentrait dans un boucan pas possible comme il en avait l'habitude. Ce n'était que mes pauvres voisins. Je devenais parano, la moindre chose me faisait espérer, je me repassais dans la tête toutes les sorties que nous avions pu faire. Les nuits passées ensemble… Ses moments où nous étions emmitoufler dans un plaid à regarder tout et n'importe quoi à la télé. Mais tout ça était fini, maintenant s'était moi seule sur ce canapé qui me parait démesurément grand. Les pensées les plus sombres me traversant l'esprit.
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Wooyoung avait longuement réfléchi à ce qu'il s'apprêtait à faire. Mais il ne pouvait plus, il ne pouvait se passer de la présence de Sora. De pouvoir la prendre dans ses bras, l'embrasser amoureusement, tout en s'excusant. Il voulait la sentir près de lui, sentir son parfum dans ses cheveux. Tout lui manquait. Il devait contacter Sora, pour s'expliquer avec elle.
Les mains tremblantes il prit son téléphone et envoya un sms à Sora. L'informant que demain il viendrait la voir pour lui parler. Le stress monta en appuyant sur le bouton envoyer. Comment allait –elle réagir ? Allait-elle revenir vers lui ou au contraire l'envoyer balader. Il attendait patiemment une réponse qui ne venait pas, mais il ne perdit pas espoir et pris ce silence pour un éventuel oui.
Le lendemain matin, Wooyoung était plus que stresser à l'idée de revoir Sora, Il s'était habillé convenablement, Il prit la route en direction de chez Sora, une boule au ventre et un frisson lui parcourant l'échine.
Mais il ne fit pas abstraction et pris la direction de l'appartement. Une fois garé, il entra dans l'immeuble, plus les marches défilèrent devant lui plus la boule d'anxiété grossissait. Arriver devant la porte, il ferma les yeux un instant souffla et frappa deux coups à la porte.
Au bout de quelques minutes sans réponse, il ouvrit la porte sans vraiment savoir pourquoi et fut surpris de voir que celle-ci était ouverte. Il trouva cela étrange, Sora fermait toujours sa porte d'entrée. Il entra dans l'appartement plongé dans le noir, il faisait attention où il mettait les pieds les pièces n'étant éclairées que par le soleil qui essayait de percer à travers les volets partiellement ouverts.
Les larmes menaçant de couler surement un trop plein d'émotion, il vit de la lumière dans la salle de bain, il se dirigea donc vers celle-ci pensant la jeune femme dans la pièce. Il poussa la porte et un cri d'horreur sorti de sa bouche, les larmes qui menaçaient de couler un peu plus dévalèrent sur ses joues. La vue qui s'offrait à lui était insoutenable.
Sora gisait inconsciente allonger dans la baignoire le bras relever laissant apparaitre des scarifications fraiche. Une lame de rasoir et une lettre posée sur le rebord du lavabo dans une légère mare de sang. Wooyoung se précipita vers Sora vérifiant si elle respire. Mais il était déjà trop tard, son cœur s'était arrêté depuis un moment maintenant. Son corps était froid et ses yeux fermés, son visage marqué par la douleur on pouvait y décerner des larmes sécher et des traces de sang, surement quand elle voulu essuyer ses larmes qui n'en finissaient pas.
Wooyoung pleurait à chaude larme tenant la main de Sora dans la sienne, il s'en fichait d'être recouvert de sang, il voulait juste sentir le contact de sa peau contre la sienne malgré que la jeune femme fut froide. Wooyoung hurlait de douleur, il s'en voulait tout cela était de sa faute. Tout était de sa faute si la jeune femme s'était ôtée la vie. Il avait été égoïste et cela avait coûtée la vie à sa bien aimée. Il se releva appelant les secours ainsi que son meilleur ami. Et il vit la lettre posée sur le rebord du lavabo. L'appel terminé il prit la lettre dans ses mains et commença à la lire.
« Wooyoung, mon cher Wooyoung,
Si tu trouves cette lettre c'est que je suis à présent en paix, je sais que c'est toi qui me trouveras ainsi que cette lettre et j'en suis heureuse mais triste à la fois. Comment vas-tu réagir en me voyant ainsi ?
Tu seras blessé il n'y a aucun doute, mais s'il te plait ne te sens pas coupable, ce n'est pas toi qui as causé ma mort. Non toi tu étais mon sauveur, ma bouée de sauvetage… Tu m'as rendu heureuse et je me suis sentie aimée c'est bien pour cela que je peux partir heureuse et sereine. Tu le savais que j'avais des troubles du comportement, que j'avais un besoin continuelle d'attention et que j'étouffais. Tu as tant de fois essayé de me le faire comprendre. J'ai eu beaucoup de mal à l'accepter, mais maintenant j'ai compris. J'ai compris tes réactions et ton comportement. Et je ne t'en veux plus. J'ai réussi à ouvrir les yeux, mais il était malheureusement trop tard. Mon esprit était déjà parti.
Je ne t'en voudrais jamais Wooyoung, car après tout, tu as été toutes mes premières fois. Mon premier amour et tu resteras le dernier. Je n'ai jamais cessé de t'aimer, certes de la mauvaise façon. J'ai toujours pensée que tu reviendrais vers moi, quand je sentais ton odeur sur les draps j'espérais que tu me reviendrais, j'avais raison, mais cette fois il était trop tard. Car j'étais déjà parti.
Je vais m'arrêter la car je pourrais t'écrire tellement de choses, Wooyoung je veux seulement que tu saches que ce n'est pas de ta faute, j'ai fait ce choix égoïste, car c'est ce qui me convenait le plus. Tu m'as aidé à y voir plus clair et je ne te remercierais jamais assez.
Tu as été mon premier amour et tu le resteras Jung Wooyoung. Je t'aime et je t'aimerai toujours.
Ta bien aimée Sora. »
Wooyoung s'effondra au sol tenant fermement la lettre contre sa poitrine, s'était de sa faute il avait détruit la jeune femme. Il ne ce pardonnerait jamais. Il se fit la promesse qu'il ne refera plus les mêmes erreurs et que Sora restera toujours dans ses pensées.
Il avait détruit la femme de sa vie sans le vouloir par pur égoïsme le seul châtiment qui lui restait était d'attendre son tour pour rejoindre les portes de l'enfer, car il le savait très bien même après la mort, ils ne pourront être réunis, pas après ce qu'il lui avait fait.
Elle était au paradis et lui brûlerait dans les abîmes de l'enfer.
"Enlacés dans un câlin doux et profond, emmitouflés dans un gros sweat qui devient presque un écrin d’amour… Plus rien n’existe, si ce n’est la chaleur de ses bras, la lenteur du temps, et les battements de deux cœurs qui se retrouvent. C’est un instant suspendu, où l’on se sent aimé, choisi, protégé… comme si le monde entier s’était arrêté pour laisser place à ce simple bonheur-là."
"Ces instants suspendus, hors du temps, loin du tumulte et des attentes… Juste deux âmes qui s’aiment, savourant la douceur d’être ensemble. Des éclats de rires, des silences complices, des moments d’intimité partagée…"
