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Days passed since your little cuddle session with Felix. Keeping true to his words, he's been protecting you to the best of his abilities. He walks you to the café and back to your home, stays in the café with you throughout your entire shift, and closes up with you. Depending on the day and his availability, he'd even stay over or have you stay at his place.
To say he was scared for you was an understatement, but you were just as nervous. Even though he was doing this to protect you, you hated it. You hated it because you weren't worth all the effort and time he wasted. You didn't deserve all the care and love he showed you. You tried convincing Felix that things calmed down and everything was okay, but he persisted in continuing to help you.
You hate to admit that you might be pushing him away not only because of your disgusting self that didn't deserve such kindness, but because you were growing mild feelings for the boy, and it scared you. 'Scared you so much you subconsciously started avoiding him, making your interactions short and barely speaking to him. Felix was, of course, confused by the sudden change of heart in you. Not only was he confused, but he was also hurt, finding that his heart ached in a way he's never experienced before. Wanting to get rid of all his questions, he went to his best friend, seeking some advice.
He was at his friend's house, sitting on the kitchen bar where the other was making some ramen.
"I don't know, man... it's so confusing. How I feel, I mean."
"Well, how do you feel?"
"I... I want to be with her; to protect her. I like spending time with her and going out together. I want to feel her in my arms and cover her in kisses. When she compliments me or touches my freckles, it makes me want to hug her and shield her from the world. I want to do so much with her. I want to do everything with her. I want her."
His best friend turned around, making eye contact with Felix with a blank face. Thinking against bitchslapping his dumbass of a friend, he chose to speak instead.
"Dude... you're in love."
"What? No, I'm not. I just want her safe and happy and content and smiling and stress-free and-" Felix spluttered, slowly cutting himself off when he realized that his friend's words were true.
"Shit."
"Shit indeed. You, my friend, are in love with a woman that wants nothing to do with you."
"Hey! That's not true!"
"Really? Because from what you told me, she doesn't even look up at you, let alone talk to you."
"Well, fuck you," Felix muttered under his breath.
"I would, but you already have your eyes on some hetero bitch."
Rolling his eyes, Felix got up to give his friend, Jisung, a helping hand with the ramen.
"Mind you know, if it weren't for me, you would have never met Y/N."
Looking at Jisung incredulously, Felix was about to ask what the fuck kind of drugs the former was on, but Jisung beat him to it, explaining himself: "I'm the one that asked you to get me cheesecake and taro milk tea from the café."
"Oh, yeah, you did."
"Yes, I did. I'm also gonna be the one to get you to finally man up and start making a move. Or else I'm taking her from you."
Felix scoffed, "Please, with your gay ass?"
Nodding in agreement, Jisung countered back, "I may be gay, but you, sir, are bisexual. I can't take her, but I can definitely make you my bitch."
Felix widened his eyes, flustered by the vulgar language coming out of his seemingly innocent best friend. Jisung smirked seeing Felix's rosy cheeks: winking at him as he slapped his ass, walking into the living room with the hot ramen. (A/N: tbh I forgot about the ramen)
"Hey!"
"Get your flat ass in here if you wanna eat."
"It's not flat!"
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Y'all, help, autocorrect tried to change flat ass to fat ass plz💀 also! Guess who's back from the dead? Not me; I'm going back into my coffin after this. No, but, seriously, I feel bad for going away for so long. I wanna keep writing, but I can't bring myself to unless I have my materials out and open Tumblr on my laptop. I want to say I'll update frequently but no promises :c
What do you think so far? Also, Jisung is here now! New characters woopwoop🙌
I'd like to point out that this is a work of fiction. The characters' sexualities and actions are purely made up. I am not assuming anyone's sexuality: I am simply using it for the purpose of this book and its plot. Also, I realized that I forgot to mention: Y/N is a female character with she/her pronouns. I didn't realize that I was using she/her until now, so sorry!
My next book will have a gender-neutral character, I promise! For a sneak peek, the next book is called Mafia Brothers and is a Seo Changbin and Kim Seungmin ff (it'll have a Y/N character, as well). The book after that is a Binsung story that was requested by my good friend. I won't get into detail about it because it's two long stories away-
Please leave some feedback and opinions in the comments! Just don't forget to stay respectful of me and others :) like and share if you enjoyed this chapter!
Nothing much happened in the last chapter, so if you did decide to skip it, all you need to know is that Felix comforted and aided Y/N.
THIRD POV.
You were sleeping, snuggled up against a warm pillow. Sighing in content, you buried your head deeper into the pillow, letting out a comfortable moan.
Laughter.
You heard laughter. Confused, you frowned, diving your head deeper into the pillow. The pillow started shaking, warm wind hitting the top of your head. You paid it no mind, continuing on with your slumber.
Your eyes shot open. Pillows aren't supposed to be shaking. And, who was laughing?
Blinking a few times to regain focus, you looked around, noticing the darkness oozing from the window. Turning your head, you spot a digital clock on the nightstand reading the time 4:43 am.
"I was only asleep for 4 hours? I thought I'd get more rest from all the pain."
Wait... bruises, pain, getting home, the ointment... Felix! Looking up, you see Felix looking down at you, biting his lip to hold back a laugh. You didn't move, too entranced in his beauty and the way the moonlight shown on his freckles.
"I love your freckles," you barely whispered.
Finally not holding back, Felix laughed, his voice echoing in the silent halls. A small smile graced your face, so small you didn't notice it.
"You must be pretty comfortable, huh?"
Tilting your head in confusion, you looked to see your hands on his chest. Your eyes widened. You weren't snuggling into a pillow: you were snuggling into the crane of Felix's neck! And the laughing came from Felix seeing you moan and sigh in comfort because of his chest.
Your cheeks reddened, an obvious blush coating your skin. You were hoping that the sun being down would be in your favor to make your face less visible but based on how Felix tapped your cheeks, muttering a small "so cute" under his breath proved otherwise.
You were about to get off his chest and turn around when Felix pulled you by the arm, dragging you back straight into his toned chest.
"Stay."
Your heart fluttered, speeding up. You couldn't believe your ears. A literal sex god, a work of art, a masterpiece, wants you to stay cuddled up into his chest for the night? Fuck, yes.
You didn't ask any questions, afraid that doing so would wake you from your dream. Giving Felix a small smile, you laid on his warm chest, closing your eyes, barely missing the "sleep well, Y/N. I'll protect you" and kiss on the head.
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Okay, so, this is short as fuck- butbutbutbutbut it's because it's kinda cute, and I didn't wanna ruin the short moment by adding some fucked up shit to it. This is the third chapter of the triple update, but you will receive a longer chapter for Sunday, which is technically today because it's 4 am. As I said, I wanted this chapter to end here because it's almost like a swerve away from all the pain and blood and hurt. It's a short but sweet change. Don't get used to it, though, because 1) this book revolves around m a t u r e t h e m e s and 2) this is a Minho ff :)
Also! Minho will show up soon! Yes, it's a Minho ff, but he's not introduced yet, and it's already chapter 14. He will come (pause on that-) sooner than expected :3 Look forward to the next few chapters!
What did you think of this chapter? Did you prefer the fluffy, happy scenes for a change, or do you like the angst?
I'm sorry this is so short! I wanted to add to it, but I'll leave that to chapter 15! I can say that tomorrow's chapter will be long, so, look forward to it!
Don't forget to interact if you enjoyed it! Thank you for reading! -Nina <3
In the last chapter, Eunwoo went to the boba café you work at and asked for a plate. Upon giving it to him, he threw it at you and began to slash your face with the shards. He dragged her into the back room and continued his beating on you, eventually leaving you on the floor battered and bruised. As a heads up, Yuta's shift was long over when this happened!
TRIGGER WARNING: BRIEF MENTIONS OF BLOOD AND SLIGHT SLUT-SHAMING (only once and it's in a flashback).
Y/N'S POV.
You lay on the ground, coughing blood as you closed your eyes. "This is it... I'm going to die. And I haven't even gotten laid yet. Can't a girl get some good dick before dying? That's all I ask."
Letting out a weak chuckle, you tried getting up, immediately falling back down. Accepting your fate, you closed your eyes, drifting into unconsciousness.
Suddenly, you were shaken out of your wet slumber (A/N: not like that, you horny mfs, she's still bloody). You groaned, a growing headache showing its way from the vigorous movement. Your eyes widened. "Shit... is he back?" Looking up, you heaved a sigh of relief, closing your eyes once more.
"Baby, oh my god, what happened to you?"
You lazily smiled, reaching your hand out, caressing the face in front of you. "Is this what heaven feels like? If it is, then I don't wanna be alive."
"Oh, my god, Y/N, you're crazy. 'Scared me for a minute. Now, get up and tell me who did this to you."
You blinked your eyes, finally waking up. Looking at your environment, you found Felix above you with a concerned face plastered on him. "Well, shit. How am I gonna explain this to him?"
Picking you up, he carried you into his car, taking you back to his place. The ride was silent the entire way, Felix occasionally giving you some glances. Once you reached the front door, he stopped the car, got out, and walked to your side to open the passenger door. Picking you up, he went into his house, laying you on his couch. Then, he walked away to get you some ointment and medicine, quickly coming back.
You pouted, seeing the obvious frown on his face. You didn't deserve his help; you're just burdening him. The frown never left his face, cleaning your wounds as best as he could. You stared at him, in awe at how beautiful he was up close. Trying to distract yourself from the dropping feeling in your gut, you counted all his freckles, often messing up and recounting.
A sigh broke you out of your trance.
"What happened, Y/N?"
Silence. You didn't give him anything, only looking down at your lap.
Another sigh. Bringing his hand out to caress your cheek, he asked again.
"Baby..." your heart sped up at the nickname. "Who did this to you?"
"...No one."
"Hhhh, Y/N, baby, I know that's not true. Tell me what happened. Please."
You bit your lip, wanting to tell someone but just not him. You couldn't do that to him; you're not worth the trouble, the worry. Even if you did want to tell him, Eunwoo's words rang in your ears.
Flashback:
"Tell anyone about anything I've done to you, and you die. You're lucky your little friend is still alive, too. Let's see how long he stays with you before he realizes how much of a whore you are."
Shaking your head, you kept your lips sealed, not uttering a word.
"Was it Eunwoo?"
Your eyes widened for a split second before going back to a nonchalant expression. Nonetheless, Felix still caught it, jaw tensing.
"So, it was, huh? I'm gonna fucking kill him."
Biting your lip, you denied the accusation, "No, no, he didn't do anything to me."
"Bullshit."
You flinched at the deepness of his voice, not expecting the sudden outburst.
"Why aren't you telling me anything, Y/N?! I'm trying to help you! Why are you avoiding me?"
"I don't deserve your help," you muttered under your breath, but apparently, Felix has advanced hearing because he heard that, too.
"'Don't deserve my help'? What the- of course you do! I wouldn't offer it so incessantly if you didn't. Now, tell me, why did he do this to you?"
You looked down again, your eyes tearing up, scared that Eunwoo will hurt you and now Felix.
A deeper, longer sigh erupted from his throat.
"I won't tell a soul if that's what you're worried about."
You heaved a sigh of relief, your heart calming down. You gave him a weak smile as a sign of thanks, Felix returning the gesture.
You spent the rest of the day in the shower, staring at the wall absentmindedly, not knowing Felix on the other side of the door, already thinking about how he should deal with Eunwoo. Or, at least, protect you.
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Here's the second part of the triple update!
What are your thoughts on this chapter? What about Felix?
Don't forget to interact if you liked it! Feedback is always encouraged. This was a bit on the longer side. What do you guys prefer? Longer or shorter?
Thank you if you made it this far! You can always suggest what I should write and shape parts of the story to your liking! I'm pretty flexible.
In the previous chapter, all Y/N did was slap herself a couple of times and degrade her self-worth. She also spoke about how she doesn't deserve to be around Felix or like him the way she does because he's too good of a guy, and she's unworthy of anything. Eunwoo, clearly, really got to her.
As a heads up, I know I only wrote one scene of this but remember that he's a regular at the café; he comes every day, and so, he does the same thing he's been doing since Chapter Ten every. single. day. Also, the chapters are not in order of the days of the week (this means that if Chapter Ten was on a Wednesday, Chapter Eleven wouldn't necessarily be on a Thursday).
TRIGGER WARNING: ASSAULT (NON-SEXUAL), ANGER OUTBURST, CONTROLLING BEHAVIOR, AND BATTERY.
THIRD POV.
Eunwoo's words, as always, rang in your ears like a broken record player -- unable to stop. He's been humiliating you for weeks, and as much as you want to scream for help, you feel paralyzed, unable to speak, like your lips are sewed shut.
You were silently taking the order of a customer for delivery when the bell chimed, signaling the arrival of a customer. You didn't look up, making your first customer's boba drink.
"Ahem."
Your eyes widened, spinning around. You made eye contact with Eunwoo when he glared at you. "Fuck! Stupid, stupid, stupid. You aren't supposed to look at him when he comes in."
Flashback:
"I'm not paying for anything that comes from you. You're not worth a penny. You don't deserve to get paid for doing what you were born to do: slaving me. Next time I come in here, I want you looking down at your feet, completely silent. You don't speak to me unless you're given permission."
You immediately looked down at your feet, hands over one another.
"There we go, that's a good slut. You learn fast, don't you?"
"Yes, sir," you whispered.
Eunwoo smirked, "Get me a strawberry smoothie."
You nodded, making his order. Handing it over to him, you kept your gaze down. He took a sip, pausing.
"Y/N."
"Yes, sir?"
"Get me a plate."
"Wha- an empty plate? Nothing on it?"
"Right now."
"Y-yes, sir."
You handed Eunwoo a small plate, still looking down.
"Look at me."
You hesitated, not knowing if he was serious or not.
He banged his fist on the counter, making you flinch.
"I said to fucking look at me. Have you gone deaf or stupid? Knowing you, it's both."
You breathed in, looking up at Eunwoo. Your eyes widened, not expecting to see a smile on his face. You let out your breath. "Maybe things will go back to how they were before... back when things were good."
You spoke too soon.
Before you could realize what hit you (literally), you felt a sharp slice on your cheek. The plate smashed into bits, and Eunwoo picked up a shard and slashed your face from the right temple to your bottom lip. You were bleeding everywhere, tears pouring down your eyes as you screamed in pain. Dragging you into the back room, out of any new customers' wandering eyes, he began to slash at your body, numerous bloody cuts drawing onto your clear skin.
"P-please... stop," you sobbed out, covering your face with your bleeding arms.
Scoffing, he yanked you by the hair, smashing your head onto the tile floor. Pulling your head up, he whispered in your ear, "Scream, and I'll choke your little throat until it snaps in half."
Gulping, you bit your lip to conceal your choked sobs. Eunwoo continued to slash and hit on your once clean skin. Occasionally banging your head against the floor or wall, all you could do was cry, laying in your blood.
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Ah! I have returned from the dead (unfortunately-). As promised, you'll be getting a triple update! By the time I publish this chapter, it'll probably be the end of the week because I'm a slow bitch. But!!!! I've been thinking of setting a particular schedule where I publish on specific days. I was thinking maybe every Sunday? I'll be experimenting with it every Sunday for a bit and see if I like it or not. Sorry to disappoint you all! I'll find a set day to publish eventually. I'll have the other two chapters out by no later than this week!
What did you think of this chapter? Do you think Y/N will be fine, or will she be found unconscious in the back room?
Don't forget to like and comment if you liked this chapter! As always, feedback is appreciated and encouraged! Just be nice about it; I'm sensitive🥺
Thank you so much if you're reading this chapter! It's been a month and a half since I've published, so I think I lost everyone- I promise I'll be more frequent once I get a routine set! Until then, thank you for reading! -Nina <3
Before we start, if a previous chapter had a trigger warning, a summary of what you possibly missed will be given up here for those that didn't read the chapter. That way, you stay updated without having to read text that triggers you. In Chapter Ten, being as vague as I can be, he degraded her self-worth and said that she isn't allowed to speak without having been permitted by him. Basically, some slave-type shit with no rights. He also hit her which will affect her mental health (duh).
TRIGGER WARNING: SELF HARM (SLAPPING THEMSELF) AND DEGRADATION (DEGRADING THEMSELF).
THIRD POV.
You were working your Friday shift (the shift you share with Yuta). What Eunwoo said to you a few days back has really fucked you up. You're not the nosy Y/N Yuta and Felix know anymore. You never speak to them unless they ask you a direct question, and, even then, you give short, curt answers.
"Hey, Y/N, you're scaring me. You're not yourself anymore. I- I know you said it was nothing, but I can't help but think you're hiding something from me."
You could tell Yuta was distraught, but you kept your eyes down, wiping the table while shaking your head.
"You don't speak to me anymore. Knowing how close you and Felix are, I reached out to him and asked if he knew anything. He's just as confused as I am."
Your cheeks turned red at the mention of Felix, your thoughts going back to your first kiss together. You shook your head, slapping yourself, muttering, "Shut up, Y/N, you don't deserve to feel that way. A guy like Felix wouldn't like a slut like you."
"Woah, Y/N, what the fuck? Don't do that to yourself! Why did you do that?"
You could tell he didn't hear what you said about yourself, and you were happy, "He wouldn't want to deal with my stupid problems."
"N-nothing."
"Nothing? It was clearly something."
"I felt a bug on me."
"So you slap yourself more than necessary? Once would have been enough."
You shrugged your shoulders, wanting the conversation to end.
Yuta sighed, "I know it was Felix. I mentioned his name, and you started hurting yourself."
You're eyes widened. "No!"
Yuta flinched, not expecting the sudden outburst.
"I-it wasn't Felix. Felix is a good guy."
Yuta looked at you, confused. "Uhh, okay? Then who was it?"
You avoided Yuta's question, walked to the register, and taking the order of a customer in line.
You looked at the customer in front of you, nodding your head to urge them to tell you their order.
"Just a blueberry tart, please. To go."
You nodded your head, putting it into the register and heading over to grab their order. Putting it into a small box, you handed him his tart, pointing at the cash register that read his total.
"You're not the talkative type, huh," they said, handing you the total bill.
You shook your head.
"Well, thank you for the tart."
You nodded your head, not missing the sigh that left their mouth. The customer left the café.
"Okay, what's going on? You're never not interacting with your customers, and you definitely aren't the silent type."
"'Not the silent type'? He's calling you loud and talkative, Y/N. You should work harder to keep your mouth shut. It's not even that hard."
You shrugged your shoulders, taking the order of the next customer.
Yuta sighed, going behind his cash register and taking an order, noting the long line ahead of him.
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Is this long? No. Is it a filler chapter? I honestly have no idea. Is it important to the plot? Abso-fucking-lutely. I know these are short and seem like filler chapters, but they're not. Maybe I just write short chapters🤷♀️ I also know I haven't updated in a while, but I'm honestly stuck- le cry writer's block is getting to me, but I'm also just lazy :| I'll try to update a bit more, though.
What do you think of this chapter? Also, keeping in mind the rivalry between the two, are you team Felix or team Yuta?
!!Important!!
I wanted to remind you all that the way Y/N portrays herself, although it is "your name", is not how I think or want you all to act. I know that things in this book are very extreme, but that is the nature of this book.
I am a bit worried that people will get offended with how I write Y/N's character, though. If I am, speak up! Tell me, and I'll try to tone it down as much as I can without ruining the plot. Keep in mind that this book is rated mature for reasons stated in the description. Read that! It wouldn't be there if it wasn't important.
Don't reenact or believe what Y/N does. You aren't a slut, and you most definitely have and deserve your rights. This is solely for entertainment purposes only.
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Don't forget to like and comment your thoughts! Interacting with your author encourages us to write. I just made a Twitter account, too, so you can follow me there if you'd like! I'll be more involved there soon. Thank you for reading! -Nina <3
You were at work bored and decided to clean a couple of plates and cups, hoping time would pass just a little bit faster. You were humming your favorite song (which so happened to be the song playing in the background of the café) when the bell dinged. You grumbled, upset at a customer deciding to come in before the bridge of the song. Nonetheless, you dropped the plate you were cleaning, put on a smile, and turned around to greet your customer.
Looking up, your smile dropped, your eyes locking with Eunwoo's glare. "It's okay, Y/N. He never did anything to you; you're probably just making stuff up. Yeah, you made it up. It never happened. You're okay."
Putting on a forced smile, you greeted Eunwoo. "Hey, Eunwoo! Long time no see! Would you like the usual?"
Your enthusiasm seemed to anger him even more as he stormed his way to you, gritting his teeth. You flinched, Eunwoo approaching you too fast for your liking.
"Give me the usual."
"Okay, one moment-"
"Did I give you permission to speak?"
You were taken aback, shaking your head at him.
"No, I fucking didn't. So what makes you think you can open that good for nothing mouth of yours?"
You didn't answer.
"Here's how it goes: you're going to make me my usual, and I'm not paying for it."
"But-"
*Slap*
Your eyes widened, placing a hand on your now stinging cheek.
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO SPEAK! YOU FUCKING SLUT, YOU THINK YOU DESERVE TO SPEAK TO ME? IT'S ENOUGH THAT I'M EVEN BOTHERING TO BE WITHIN YOUR VICINITY. YOU'RE A SLUT, A WHORE: YOU DON'T HAVE THE FUCKING RIGHT TO SPEAK UNLESS I PERMIT YOU TO DO SO. ALL YOU'RE GOOD FOR IS DOING AS YOU'RE TOLD. YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE PAID; IT'S YOUR DUTY TO SLAVE AND BE ON YOUR KNEES FOR ME." (A/N: Dude, I'm the one writing this, and I'm genuinely offended-)
You started tearing up, not believing that these nasty words came out of the man that helped you when you were overwhelmed, that protected you when you needed it, that walked you home and kept you safe. The man that went overboard trying to keep you happy and unharmed is the same man that's now put his hands on you and degraded you. You couldn't believe it. You trusted him. You liked him, and he hit you. You didn't know what to say or how to react.
Eunwoo smirked, "That's fucking right, bitch. Stay quiet; nobody wants to hear you speak. You've got the voice that drives people to kill themselves. You're lucky I haven't cut your tongue off yet. Now, go make me my usual."
You were stuck in place, not trusting yourself to move. Unfortunately, this angered Eunwoo as he slapped your other cheek.
"Are you deaf? Do I need to repeat myself? You're not worth the effort! GO!"
You broke out of your trance and hastily made his order. Giving him his food with shaky hands, Eunwoo snatched it and walked away. Not before reminding you: "I'm not paying for anything that comes from you. You're not worth a penny. You don't deserve to get paid for doing what you were born to do: slaving me. Next time I come in here, I want you looking down at your feet, completely silent. You don't speak to me unless you're given permission."
He faced the door, and you let out a sigh of relief until he looked at you and said, "Tell anyone about anything I've done to you, and you die. You're lucky you're little friend is still alive, too. Let's see how long he stays with you before he realizes how much of a whore you are." Spitting on you, Eunwoo walked away, and you ran to the bathroom to wash your face and put on some of Yuta's makeup that he keeps in his locker to cover the big handprints on both your cheeks.
Walking out, you were left to continue your shift with an aching heart and a scary decrease in your esteem.
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I'm so sorry for the intensity of this chapter! I was honestly offended and felt that he went too far, but it is very important for the story plot. I know this is a Lee Minho fanfiction, and he will make an appearance in around 7-ish chapters (no later than chapter twenty). Keep in mind that this is a long story (that is the goal), and so even after his appearance, there will still be a lengthy plot that includes him.
Just a warning that some chapters will get a lot more explicit and grotesque, and that this is just the tip of the iceberg. If there is a chapter (like this one) that has a trigger warning, then you are encouraged to skip it.
What do you think so far? Anyone on your list of murders yet?
Tell me what you think, and please give me feedback! It motivates us, writers, to continue updating for you when we get positive reactions from our readers! Like and comment if you liked this chapter! Thank you for reading! -Nina <3
You haven't seen Eunwoo ever since the day you drove him out of the café. You don't know if you should be scared or not: he's not bothering you anymore, but because he's not bothering you, you're feeling anxious. You've found a lot of comfort in Felix's presence, though, and recently started hanging out with him and Yuta.
There is a slight problem: Felix hates Eunwoo and Yuta is close friends with Eunwoo. Every time Eunwoo is brought up in the conversation, Felix wraps his arm around you in a protective manner while arguing with Yuta about why Eunwoo shouldn't be trusted. In return, Yuta glares at Felix and says, "You've never even spoken to him; he's a great guy. Besides, you're not in a position to lie; Eunwoo told me the truth: how you've been stalking Y/N this entire time and invited yourself into our café to befriend her and earn her trust."
At that accusation, Felix's eyes would widen, his arm around your waist getting tighter, "That's bullshit! I came into a boba café to get some fucking boba you nut job. I also got some cheesecake for my boy, Jisung. It has nothing to do with Y/N; I didn't even know she worked there! I'm glad I showed up, though, because now I see Eunwoo for the freak he is."
They would keep going back and forth about their views on Eunwoo until you decided to hang out with them separately.
You were walking down the street on your way home with your head low, thinking about Yuta and Felix's arguments when you bumped into something hard. Assuming it was a pole or wall, you kept walking when, suddenly, you felt a tight grip on your arm. You're eyes widened, "Poles don't have hands."
You were spun around and came face to face with the last person you expected to see, Eunwoo.
"E-eunwoo? What are you doing here?"
Silence. Just a hard glare.
"Eunwoo? Are you okay?"
His grip on your arm tightened, but he still kept quiet.
"E-eunwoo, let me go. You're hurting me."
He smirked, tightening his hold on your arm. You felt dizzy, your blood circulation getting slow.
"Eunwoo, please. Please, let me go."
Right as you were about to faint, he dropped your arm, disappearing into the cold night.
Time skip: your bedroom.
You haven't seen Eunwoo since then and you're starting to think your mind is making these scenarios up. "Did it happen? It feels so distant yet so realistic."
A hand waving in front of your face knocked you out of your thoughts.
"Oi, you okay? 'Been calling your name for a while now."
You looked up at the Australian on your bed, unable to answer his question. (A/N: He's sitting up against the headboard, and you're at the foot of the bed. Get your mind out of the gutter.)
"Hey, you okay? Talk to me," Felix's soft voice said.
You contemplated it, then shook your head. Concerned, Felix tilted his head, looking at you. "You sure," you nodded your head. "I'm still here if you wanna talk, yeah? I'm not leaving you."
You started tearing up; he was always so kind and patient with you. Felix pulled you against his chest, rocking you back and forth while humming a song as you sat there sniffling.
"Your voice is pretty," you looked up at him after a while. Felix blushed, laughing. "It's not the best, but I'm glad you like it. I just want you to smile."
You beamed, dragging him to the living room where you watched a romcom, cringing at the loving scenes and wheezing at the funny. Your earlier thoughts faded away; the only thought in mind was Felix's smile and the way his eyes form crescents when he laughs.
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This is lowkey trash, but I wanted to publish something for you guys🤷♀️
What do you think so far? Is Y/N going crazy, or is Eunwoo bad news? What about Felix?
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(A/N: I've realized that when the pov is in the third pov, I say "she" or "her" instead of "you". For this chapter, I'll be using "you" and "your" instead, and I'd appreciate it if you tell me which you prefer!)
THIRD POV.
Ever since Felix's first time at the boba café, he's been coming in to talk to you a lot. He even asked when your working hours are, and you found that he's only ever been showing up on your workdays. At first, you didn't believe this and came to Yuta for confirmation where he told you that "he's never gotten an Australian customer".
Over the days, you and Felix have been getting much closer. You felt that it was too good to be true: a hot Aussie wanting to be around you and even walking you home every day. He did everything Eunwoo did: helps you clean, offers to take over when you're overwhelmed with too many customers, and even walks you home. For some reason, you've been a lot more comfortable around Felix than you have been around Eunwoo. You're not too sure why. Maybe it's their vibes?
A ding from your phone shook you out of your thoughts. (A/N: Lix🐥 is what you have him as, and queen😪✊ is what he has you as.)
lix🐥
oi, you awake?
Read at 8:39 pm.
queen😪✊
yup
lix🐥
you better be because I'm taking you on a ramen date :P
Your heart raced at the word date and your cheeks heated up. Clearing your throat, you managed to type a quick reply.
queen😪✊
a d-date?
lix🐥
you stutter over text? idk whether to thinks that's cute or cringy-
queen😪✊
um
lix🐥
but it's you we're talking about, so it's definitely adorable ;) (A/N: ew bye I cringed)
Your eyes widened at the flirty comment. Before you could reply, though, Felix sent another text.
lix🐥
you better be ready right now
queen😪✊
right now? why now
Before you could wait for Felix to reply, you felt a hand on your shoulder.
"Ahh!" You turned around to see Felix laughing.
"Felix! That's not funny! I almost got a heart attack!" He didn't reply, now on the floor with tears in his eyes.
"How did you even get in here? I didn't give you a key!"
"I didn't need one; your front door was unlocked. You know, you should start locking your front door. What if you get kidnapped, and I'm not there to save you?"
"You wouldn't be able to come in and save me if the door is locked," you deadpanned.
"I'll bust the door down with my guns."
Your eyes widened comically, "You have guns on you?"
"Mhm, every day. You wanna see them?"
Before you could say no, Felix took off his jacket, flexing his arms.
"You see these guns? Could fight five motherfuckers at once."
You facepalmed, "Guns? I don't see any guns. Besides, you wouldn't even be able to kill a spider if I asked you to."
"Hey! Are you trying to get me killed? I can kill any bug, but a spider? You've lost your mind. It'll fucking eat me." (A/N: Idc what y'all say, spiders are terrifying. Yeah, they're smaller than me but so are piranhas and other ugly bitches.)
You rolled your eyes, going into the bathroom to get changed while Felix sat on a chair near your bed. Quickly getting out, you walked towards your vanity to put on some makeup and do your hair. Right as you were about to pick up your makeup brush, Felix came up behind you, slowly back hugging you and taking the brush out of your hand.
"Nope, none of that. You're not about to cake your face; you're already gorgeous."
You blushed, looking down. Felix put his hand on your jaw, making you look up at your reflection. "You're stunning. I don't ever want to see you putting on makeup when you're going out with me. A date is about me seeing you, not the makeup. You honestly don't need it."
You were touched by his words. They seemed so genuine, and the close proximity between you two made you weak in the knees. You looked into Felix's eyes through the mirror to see his soft, loving gaze staring right back. You sat in the comfortable silence until, "Felix?" He hummed in response, not taking his eyes off you. "Can I at least put on some lip gloss?"
Laughing, he slowly let go of you. For a second, you felt sad when the warmth that was once protecting you faded away. That was until Felix turned you around, your chests pressed together. Putting his thumb and index finger underneath your chin, he lifted your face to look at him. He was so close to you you thought he was going to kiss you. Felix brought his face closer to yours, and you closed your eyes, feeling something soft against your lips. Your brows furrowed in confusion: these weren't Felix's lips. You opened your eyes to find that Felix was putting your lip gloss on for you, and you internally cursed, looking away. (A/N:🤡)
Felix chuckled, twisting the cap of the tube, "You're blushing. What did you think was going to happen," he teased.
"N-nothing," you said, still looking away.
Smiling, Felix placed both his hands on either side of your face and leaned in, pressing a quick, soft kiss to your forehead. Your eyes widened in shock, your feet stuck in place. Felix then pulled away and held your hand. "Come on! Are you just gonna stand there, or will you get moving?" You didn't reply, instead moving your head slowly to meet his eyes.
Felix giggled, dragging you out the front door and into the nearest convenience store where you ate to your heart's content, not worried about how much you were eating in front of him.
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Looks like we've got a flirt on our hands ;) Writing texting scenarios are so tedious plz😭✋ somebody remind me that this is a Minho ff before I make them fuck-
Would you prefer for me to continue using "you" and "your" or do you want me to go back to "her" and "she"? All my readers so far are female, but what about enbys- if you are an enby, please comment, and I'll edit everything to be gender-neutral!
What do you guys think so far? Do you prefer Eunwoo or Felix?
This chapter was on the longer side so thank you to those that read through it all! I hope you guys like it. If you do, please vote and comment. Thank you for reading! -Nina <3
Edit: smh you were supposed to get this 6 hours ago but my dumbass brother kicked the internet router🙄
After that day, Eunwoo has been getting more aggressive. No, aggressive isn't the right word. Possessive! Yeah, he's getting too possessive. He'd glare at all of my male customers, make it a point to walk me home, and even insists on getting into my house to make sure nothing happens while I'm in the shower. "What could happen? I'm at home. I'm safe here."
He doesn't let me lock the doors in case something happens, and he has to hide in there with me. It's a bit odd, but I understand that he's just worried for me.
Time skip: 2 weeks.
Okay, fuck this. Eunwoo is starting to get on my nerves. At first, he would just glare at my male customers, but now he doesn't even let me take their orders. He doesn't let me work during the period where Yuta and I's shifts overlap (A/N: if you don't remember their shifts you can go back to the first chapter where their working hours are written. They'll be in the author's note at the bottom of this chapter, as well.)
The bell dinged, snapping me out of my thoughts. I got ready to greet the customer, putting on my best smile.
"Hello, welcome to District 9! What would you-"
"Get out."
My blood boiled hearing the all too familiar voice.
"What? I want to order something, though," the customer said, exasperated.
"I don't give two rat's asses what you want to do. Stay away from this café. Stay away from Y/N."
I hated how Eunwoo was speaking about me as if I wasn't even there. I was this close to snapping, my knuckles white from the tight fist I put them in. I couldn't hear anything anymore, too focused on staying calm. That effort went down the drain the minute Eunwoo shoved my customer, though.
"Eunwoo! I'm sick and tired of you acting this way! The past two weeks you've been a pain in the ass! You keep sticking to me like a bitch in heat! Always pushing away other customers! I've had it! Sir, please stay, and I'll take your order shortly. Eunwoo, get the fuck out."
"But-"
"GET OUT! YOU'RE RUINING EVERYTHING! I DON'T GET PAID ANYMORE BECAUSE WE DON'T GET ANY CUSTOMERS. I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT. SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LEAVE."
THIRD POV.
Panting, Y/N pointed at the door, signaling Eunwoo to leave.
His eyes darkened, a threatening look in his eyes, "You'll regret that, Jeon Y/N," as he left the café. Y/N shuddered, scared of the threat Eunwoo posed upon her. Nonetheless, she put her attention back on the customer in front of her.
"I'm so sorry, sir. You shouldn't have seen that. Are you okay?"
"Oi, it was quite the show, I tell 'ya."
A smile was painted on my face, hearing his thick, Australian accent. "I love Aussies." (A/N: sis, same😪✊)
"Oh, my god! Are you Australian?"
"What gave it away," the Australian joked, winking at Y/N. "The name's Felix. Lee Felix. I take it you're Y/N?"
"The one and only," she said awkwardly.
"You're quite the character, Y/N. Stood up to him like the queen you are. I like you."
"Haha, he's been getting on my nerves recently. And he shoved you. I had to step up."
Grinning, Felix looked up at the menu. "Can I get a taro milk tea? With a cheesecake on the side."
"Of course, that's my favorite menu item! One taro milk tea with a cheesecake on the side. Anything else?" (A/N: chicken noodle soup, chicken noodle soup, chicken noodle soup with a soda on the side. Okay, sorry, I'll shut up💀)
"No, that'll be it."
Y/N turned around, making Felix's boba drink. While she was waiting for that, she plated the cheesecake.
"That'll be $11.59," she said, handing Felix his drinks. Giving Y/N the money, their hands grazed, making Y/N blush. Felix saw this and chuckled, winking at her.
"I'll see you later, Y/N."
"You too- wait, what?"
Looking down at the money Felix gave her, she saw a paper attached to one of the bills.
xxx-xxx-xxxx
Call me ;) xoxo
Y/N couldn't help but let out a squeal. "Ahhh! A hot Aussie just gave me his number! Oh, my god, this isn't real. No, it's not. There's no way."
Not believing that this was reality, Y/N slapped herself. Her head shot up, hearing a distant laugh. She went red as a tomato. "Shit! Felix saw me fangirl! This is so embarrassing."
Y/N ran into the back, shielding herself from his teasing gaze.
She was too occupied in her embarrassment, failing to see the angry eyes that watched the whole ordeal.
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Dun dun dunnnnnnn. Felix is in the book now! I know it doesn't make sense for him to come before Minho, but all will be revealed soon.
Here are Y/N and Yuta's working hours:
Yuta is a full-time worker that works from 2:00 pm to 10:00 pm on Sundays, Mondays, Tuesdays, and Fridays. On Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, he works from 2:00 pm to midnight (closing time).
Y/N is a part-time worker that works from 4:30 pm to midnight (closing time) on Sundays, Mondays, Tuesdays, and Fridays.
She is responsible for closing the café on those days. When she's not working, Yuta closes the café.
What do you think of Eunwoo's threat? What about Felix's appearance?
Don't forget to like and comment your thoughts! I see them all and love to read your reactions.
Until next time! Thank you for reading! -Nina <3
Y/N's life has been pretty neutral. Working during her shifts, hanging out with Yuta and Eunwoo afterward. All was good, and she was happy.
Y/N got out of the shower, heading towards her closet. Looking through her underwear drawer, she noticed that another one of her panties went missing. She assumed that she was losing them, but she's not one to lose so many and not eventually find them. Confused, she picked up a pair of underwear, put them on, and wore her pajama set.
Y/N got into bed, getting comfortable. Scrolling through her social media, she slowly fell asleep.
Time skip: the next day.
Y/N woke up to the sound of her alarm. Groggily getting up and into the bathroom, she sat on the toilet. Sitting a bit longer than necessary, she finally woke up. Looking down, she gasped; her underwear was missing.
It didn't make sense. She took a shower yesterday, picked a pair of underwear, put them on, then went to bed. She doesn't recall getting up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. Who took her panties off? It certainly wasn't her, so who was it? Y/N panicked, quickly washing up and getting out of the bathroom. She dressed in her work outfit then walked to the boba café.
Time skip: an hour before closing time.
The bell rang, signaling a customer entered the café.
"Hello, welcome to District 9! How can I help you?"
"My, my, aren't you a fine, young lady?"
Y/N looked up, "I appreciate the compliment. What would you like to order, sir?"
"Are you on the menu," he asked, biting his lip, looking her up and down.
Uncomfortable, Y/N shifted in her position, "No, sir. Here you go, have a look at the menu," she said, handing over the menu.
Not batting an eye at the menu, the man went past the register. "E-excuse me, sir, you aren't allowed back here."
"Oh, but I have to be back here. Haven't you looked in the mirror? You look utterly delicious."
Panicking, Y/N stepped backward, putting her hands on the man's chest in an attempt to push him away. Grinning, the man grabbed her hands, sucking on her index finger.
Shrieking, Y/N pushed him away, "Ew! Sir, please step away from me!"
The old man groaned, "Fuck... you taste so fucking good."
At this point, Y/N was crying. All of a sudden, she heard a thud, and the man's disgusting tongue was off of her finger. She looked down to see Eunwoo punching the man.
"You piece of shit! Who the fuck do you think you are?"
"She's a good catch, isn't she? Move along, boy, I found her first. Unless you want to share," the old man grinned, taking the hits.
This only angered Eunwoo more, and he started bashing the old man's head against the floor.
"Eunwoo! Oh, my god, stop! You're gonna kill him!"
He didn't listen to her. Y/N, desperate to stop him, pulled Eunwoo away from the man. In his fit of anger, Eunwoo shoved Y/N away, making her fall and hit her head against the corner of the registration desk.
The sound upon impact caught Eunwoo's attention. He gave the old man one last punch and ran to Y/N, making sure she's okay.
Once assured that Y/N was okay, Eunwoo turned around, cursing.
"Fuck! That old pervert got away!"
"Hey, it's okay, I'm fine now," Y/N said, grabbing onto his shoulder.
Eunwoo shoved her hand off, "Close the café early; I'll talk to your boss."
"What-"
"I won't be able to walk you home today; I have something to do."
Before Y/N could question his odd behavior, Eunwoo was already out, leaving Y/N with no choice but to close the café.
Cleaning up, she took her bag and began walking home, a sigh leaving her mouth at the cold emptiness beside her.
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Here it is! Chapter six. I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while: my sister visited (we haven't seen her in two years), and we went on vacation with her. I'll be back to updating starting today!
What do you think so far? Any suspicions? Thoughts?
Things will get a bit more graphic in the following chapters. I will leave trigger warnings at the top of each chapter when deemed necessary. Please read on with caution!
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Y/N sighed for the nth time, cheek resting on her palm as she stared at the couples across the street.
"Dude shut the fuck up."
Y/N blinked, "Well, excuse me- sorry for breathing," she sarcastically said, hand on her chest.
"Apology accepted. Now, stop sighing every time you see a happy couple and let them live their life. You live your own."
"But, Donghyuckkkk. It's not fair that they get to be happy, and I don't," she whined, pouting.
Donghyuck rolled his eyes and flicked Y/N on the forehead. "Of course, your whiny ass is still single at 19; you won't shut up."
"I'll have you know that is not the reason I'm still single."
"Oh, yeah? Then why are you still single?"
"..."
"..."
"..."
"Because my whiny ass won't shut up."
Donghyuck smiled, "At least you still have a brain. God forbid you to be both whiny and dumb."
"Hey! Take that back!"
Donghyuck stuck his tongue out, running out of the ice cream shop.
"Come back here, you little shit!
Time skip. THIRD POV.
Y/N was currently wrapped in a burrito blanket, watching a particularly romantic show.
All of a sudden, she burst into tears, "Why can't I have a relationship like that? I want somebody to love me that way. And to brush my hair. And to pick my outfit of the day. And-and," another wave of tears took over her as she shook.
In the sky.
Jaemin was intently watching the girl. Each cupid was assigned a person to matchmake. They started at the age of 21, so this was Jaemin's first "client".
"Why does my heart ache for her? I hate seeing her so broken."
An idea popped into his head, and he went looking for Donghyuck's cupid.
"Hey, Johnny."
"'Sup, dude. How's your first client going?"
"That's what I'm here to talk about. Your client is Donghyuck, right?"
"Mhm, why?"
"How about we shoot them? They do say dating your best friend is better than dating a stranger."
"I can't do that."
"What?"
"I'm sorry, man, but I can't do that."
"Why not?"
"He doesn't like her, and he's as stubborn as a rock. Even if I shoot him, he won't accept falling in love with his best friend. Besides, he's already got his eyes on someone else, and I think they'd be pretty cute together."
Jaemin slumped. He bid goodbye to Johnny and went back to watching Y/N.
Another idea popped into his head. "This probably isn't that smart, but I'm out of ideas."
He planned to shoot his arrow on Y/N and see where it goes from there. He only has one shot, though, for each person only has one arrow. If that arrow doesn't reach them, they'll lose their ability to fall in love forever.
Jaemin took a breath, aiming his bow.
"3..."
"2.."
"...1..."
He shot the arrow.
He shot the arrow and missed.
He missed.
Y/N stood up last minute before the arrow could hit her. The arrow ended up disintegrating after missing its target.
Jaemin dropped his bow.
"I just killed the arrow... and I missed..." (A/N: in this oneshot, cupid's arrows are living and, once hitting their target, become those butterflies in your stomach that you feel. If the arrow misses its target, it disintegrates and dies. There's only one arrow per person on Earth. Missing your target results in a punishment decided by the queen.)
Jaemin was teleported to the throne hall where the queen stays.
"Na Jaemin," her loud voice echoed along the walls of the vast castle.
"Y-your majesty," Jaemin kneeled.
"You have failed."
"Yes, your majesty, I am aware."
"Mistakes are not tolerated. You have missed the target."
Jaemin gulped, "Yes, your majesty. I apologize."
"Don't apologize to me: apologize to the poor girl whom you ruined the life of."
"H-how...?"
The queen hummed, shifting in her throne, "Because your arrow missed, she now has lost her ability to love. Your punishment will be to go down to Earth and figure out a way to make Y/N feel once again."
"Figure it out. You've got five months. After that, depending on if you succeed or not, you will be killed or sent back up here and work in labor."
"What about being a cupid?"
"You have lost that role and are no longer a cupid. You will go down to Earth as a human and will come back as a mere citizen of this city if your punishment is successful."
Jaemin felt a lump in his throat, "Understood, your majesty."
"You have disappointed me, Jaemin."
"I have disappointed myself, too. When will my punishment take place?"
"Right now," the queen stood up, walking towards Jaemin, who was still kneeling on the floor. Bending down to his ear level, she whispered, "Before you go, do not tell anyone of your punishment. If you do, death awaits you."
Jaemin's heart quickened, "Understood, your majesty."
Rising from the floor, the queen sat back on her throne.
"Goodbye, Na Jaemin."
Everything went black
Y/N'S POV.
I was done watching my show and was getting ready for bed when a man appeared in front of me.
I jumped, "Ah! Who are you? How'd you get in my house? And why are you naked?!"
The man's eyes widened, and he looked down, immediately covering his dick.
"Woah... it's big."
My face heated up as I slapped myself, "Wake up, Y/N. You can't say stuff like that."
"U-um, excuse me."
"Oh, right! The naked but hot man. Wait, what- no no no!"
"How'd you get in here? Why are you here?"
"Um, my name's Na Jaemin."
"Jaemin's a pretty name."
"I didn't ask for your name; I asked you why and how you got here."
He blinked, "Oh, um, I, uh, can I get some clothes, first?"
My eyes widened, "Right! He's still naked..."
I went into the guest room where some of Donghyuck's clothes are. "He wouldn't mind a stranger wearing his clothes, right?... He'll definitely mind, but I'll deal with that later."
"Here," I threw the clothes at him, Jaemin uncovering his dick to catch the clothes. I turned around to give him some privacy and waited while he changed.
"I'm, um, done."
I turned around. "Okay, now, why are you here?"
"I... don't know. But please don't kick me out! I have nowhere to go!"
I was taken aback by the sudden outburst. Nonetheless, I'm not a heartless bitch, so I agreed to let him stay even though the whole situation was very suspicious.
Time skip: 3 months. THIRD POV.
Y/N and Jaemin have gotten close over these three months. Y/N has been feeling weird whenever she thought about Jaemin. She just couldn't put her finger on what she was feeling. She talked to Donghyuck about it, and he explained that she was possibly falling for Jaemin. She didn't know what that meant but didn't want to ask, wary of the judgmental look Donghyuck gave her.
She, instead, resorted to the internet as any 19 year old would. The results were a bit hard to understand, but she eventually grasped the main themes. She realized that Jaemin has been teaching her about love this entire time. Butterflies in your stomach, blushing, feeling nervous around the individual. He explained it all, but she didn't understand until after she figured out her feelings.
Using her newfound knowledge, she began getting even closer to Jaemin, occasionally flirting when she was confident.
Time skip: the day of Jaemin's deadline (Valentine's Day). THIRD POV.
"Y/N, do you feel anything new?"
Taken aback by the sudden question, Y/N blinked, "What? What do you mean?"
"Love. Do you know what love is? Do you feel it?"
Her eyes widened comically, "Um, yes, I know what it is."
"Do you feel it?"
To say Y/N was embarrassed would be an understatement. Nonetheless, she meekly answered, "Yes, I feel love for someone."
Jaemin was shocked, "Confess! You have to confess! Please, you have to confess right now! Call him!"
Y/N looked at him confused, failing to sense to urgency in Jaemin's voice.
"Why?"
"Just do it!"
Y/N closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, "Jaemin, I love you."
"..."
"..."
"..."
Y/N slowly opened her eyes, looking into Jaemin's tear-filled eyes.
"...What?"
"I said I love you."
"You-you can't love me."
Y/N's eyes widened, "Why not?"
"You-you can't love me. We can't be together. If only you loved somebody else..." Jaemin's voice cracked, tears pouring out his bloodshot eyes.
"Why can't I love you?"
"I... I can't tell you. But, I have to go; I completed my punishment. Thank you for falling in love."
Before Y/N could protest and yell, Jaemin disappeared into thin air.
Y/N started shaking, tears welling up in her eyes.
"No... he wouldn't leave me. He wouldn't use me."
She looked through the whole house, not finding a trace of him. His clothes, his uneaten breakfast, his scent. All gone, as if he never existed.
All of a sudden, she heard the doorbell ring. Y/N rushed to the door, opening it so fast the screws almost came loose. She was expecting Jaemin to show up and tell her that it's all a joke, but she came face-to-face with the last person she expected, Lee Donghyuck.
"I- what... what are you doing here?"
"Ouch, can I not be here?"
"N-no, but is there a reason for you to come?"
"Um, yeah? It's Valentine's Day; we always celebrate together because we're lonely potatoes. Y/N, are you okay? You never forget Valentine's Day," Donghyuck said, concerned for his best friend.
Y/N forgot it was Valentine's Day. She was so caught up with Jaemin and figuring out her feelings that she completely forgot.
"Jaemin...!"
"Donghyuck!" Said male flinched, not expecting the sudden outburst.
"Uh... yeah?"
"Did you see Jaemin? Did he show up anywhere on the street or something?"
"Jaemin! Na Jaemin! The guy you said I'm falling for when I came to you for advice on how I'm feeling."
"Uh, no, you never came to me for advice. And I've never heard the name Na Jaemin. Y/N, are you sure you're okay?"
Y/N's heart quickened, her sight getting blurry. Before she could say anything, she collapsed.
"Y/N!"
Donghyuck caught Y/N, shaking her, "Y/N! Oh my god, are you okay? What's going on?"
Y/N was mumbling incoherent words, blabbering about how she was used. Donghyuck had no idea what she was talking about but didn't like it. He felt angry hearing that this Jaemin guy stole her heart.
Donghyuck wanted her to forget Jaemin, and the only way to do that was to smash his lips onto hers.
Y/N's eyes widened, her breath taken away by the soft lips on hers.
Closing her eyes, Y/N slowly kissed back, forgetting about everything else.
Donghyuck broke the kiss, hooded eyes and heavy breath inviting Y/N to kiss him once more. Before she could place her lips on his, he spoke, "You still like Jaemin?"
"Who?"
Donghyuck smirked, "That's what I thought," and they molded their lips together, only stopping for air before continuing their make-out session.
Two cupids failed, but two hearts still became one.
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Sheesh, I don't know how this went. Do you guys prefer the sad version or this one?
The last line is supposed to say that both Jaemin and Johnny failed to shoot their arrows at Y/N and Donghyuck. Johnny said that Donghyuck had eyes for someone else (it was supposed to be Mark), but Mark went back home to Canada, leaving Donghyuck lonely and in need of love. Donghyuck could hear the altercation between Jaemin and Y/N and decided to ring the bell because he knew Y/N would go into hysteria if he didn't distract her. Seeing Y/N talking about another man (Jaemin) made him realize that he wanted her all to himself and that he wasn't happy hearing that Y/N liked someone else.
I hope this makes sense! Don't forget to like and comment!
Y/N sighed for the nth time, cheek resting on her palm as she stared at the couples across the street.
"Dude shut the fuck up."
Y/N blinked, "Well, excuse me- sorry for breathing," she sarcastically said, hand on her chest.
"Apology accepted. Now, stop sighing every time you see a happy couple and let them live their life. You live your own."
"But, Donghyuckkkk. It's not fair that they get to be happy, and I don't," she whined, pouting.
Donghyuck rolled his eyes and flicked Y/N on the forehead. "Of course, your whiny ass is still single at 19; you won't shut up."
"I'll have you know that is not the reason I'm still single."
"Oh, yeah? Then why are you still single?"
"..."
"..."
"..."
"Because my whiny ass won't shut up."
Donghyuck smiled, "At least you still have a brain. God forbid you to be both whiny and dumb."
"Hey! Take that back!"
Donghyuck stuck his tongue out, running out of the ice cream shop.
"Come back here, you little shit!
Time skip. THIRD POV.
Y/N was currently wrapped in a burrito blanket, watching a particularly romantic show.
All of a sudden, she burst into tears, "Why can't I have a relationship like that? I want somebody to love me that way. And to brush my hair. And to pick my outfit of the day. And-and," another wave of tears took over her as she shook.
In the sky.
Jaemin was intently watching the girl. Each cupid was assigned a person to matchmake. They started at the age of 21, so this was Jaemin's first "client".
"Why does my heart ache for her? I hate seeing her so broken."
An idea popped into his head, and he went looking for Donghyuck's cupid.
"Hey, Johnny."
"'Sup, dude. How's your first client going?"
"That's what I'm here to talk about. Your client is Donghyuck, right?"
"Mhm, why?"
"How about we shoot them? They do say dating your best friend is better than dating a stranger."
"I can't do that."
"What?"
"I'm sorry, man, but I can't do that."
"Why not?"
"He doesn't like her, and he's as stubborn as a rock. Even if I shoot him, he won't accept falling in love with his best friend. Besides, he's already got his eyes on someone else, and I think they'd be pretty cute together."
Jaemin slumped. He bid goodbye to Johnny and went back to watching Y/N.
Another idea popped into his head. "This probably isn't that smart, but I'm out of ideas."
He planned to shoot his arrow on Y/N and see where it goes from there. He only has one shot, though, for each person only has one arrow. If that arrow doesn't reach them, they'll lose their ability to fall in love forever.
Jaemin took a breath, aiming his bow.
"3..."
"2.."
"...1..."
He shot the arrow.
He shot the arrow and missed.
He missed.
Y/N stood up last minute before the arrow could hit her. The arrow ended up disintegrating after missing its target.
Jaemin dropped his bow.
"I just killed the arrow... and I missed..." (A/N: in this oneshot, cupid's arrows are living and, once hitting their target, become those butterflies in your stomach that you feel. If the arrow misses its target, it disintegrates and dies. There's only one arrow per person on Earth. Missing your target results in a punishment decided by the queen.)
Jaemin was teleported to the throne hall where the queen stays.
"Na Jaemin," her loud voice echoed along the walls of the vast castle.
"Y-your majesty," Jaemin kneeled.
"You have failed."
"Yes, your majesty, I am aware."
"Mistakes are not tolerated. You have missed the target."
Jaemin gulped, "Yes, your majesty. I apologize."
"Don't apologize to me: apologize to the poor girl whom you ruined the life of."
"H-how...?"
The queen hummed, shifting in her throne, "Because your arrow missed, she now has lost her ability to love. Your punishment will be to go down to Earth and figure out a way to make Y/N feel once again."
"Figure it out. You've got five months. After that, depending on if you succeed or not, you will be killed or sent back up here and work in labor."
"What about being a cupid?"
"You have lost that role and are no longer a cupid. You will go down to Earth as a human and will come back as a mere citizen of this city if your punishment is successful."
Jaemin felt a lump in his throat, "Understood, your majesty."
"You have disappointed me, Jaemin."
"I have disappointed myself, too. When will my punishment take place?"
"Right now," the queen stood up, walking towards Jaemin, who was still kneeling on the floor. Bending down to his ear level, she whispered, "Before you go, do not tell anyone of your punishment. If you do, death awaits you."
Jaemin's heart quickened, "Understood, your majesty."
Rising from the floor, the queen sat back on her throne.
"Goodbye, Na Jaemin."
Everything went black
Y/N'S POV.
I was done watching my show and was getting ready for bed when a man appeared in front of me.
I jumped, "Ah! Who are you? How'd you get in my house? And why are you naked?!"
The man's eyes widened, and he looked down, immediately covering his dick.
"Woah... it's big."
My face heated up as I slapped myself, "wake up, Y/N. You can't say stuff like that."
"U-um, excuse me."
"Oh, right! The naked but hot man. Wait, what- no no no!"
"How'd you get in here? Why are you here?"
"Um, my name's Na Jaemin."
"Jaemin's a pretty name."
"I didn't ask for your name; I asked you why and how you got here."
He blinked, "Oh, um, I, uh, can I get some clothes, first?"
My eyes widened, "Right! He's still naked..."
I went into the guest room where some of Donghyuck's clothes are. "He wouldn't mind a stranger wearing his clothes, right?... He'll definitely mind, but I'll deal with that later."
"Here," I threw the clothes at him, Jaemin uncovering his dick to catch the clothes. I turned around to give him some privacy and waited while he changed.
"I'm, um, done."
I turned around. "Okay, now, why are you here?"
"I... don't know. But please don't kick me out! I have nowhere to go!"
I was taken aback by the sudden outburst. Nonetheless, I'm not a heartless bitch, so I agreed to let him stay even though the whole situation was very suspicious.
Time skip: 3 months. THIRD POV.
Y/N and Jaemin have gotten close over these three months. Y/N has been feeling weird whenever she thought about Jaemin. She just couldn't put her finger on what she was feeling. She talked to Donghyuck about it, and he explained that she was possibly falling for Jaemin. She didn't know what that meant but didn't want to ask, wary of the judgemental look Donghyuck gave her.
She, instead, resorted to the internet as any 19 year old would. The results were a bit hard to understand, but she eventually grasped the main themes. She realized that Jaemin has been teaching her about love this entire time. Butterflies in your stomach, blushing, feeling nervous around the individual. He explained it all, but she didn't understand until after she figured out her feelings.
Using her newfound knowledge, she began getting even closer to Jaemin, occasionally flirting when she was confident.
Time skip: the day of Jaemin's deadline (Valentine's Day). THIRD POV.
"Y/N, do you feel anything new?"
Taken aback by the sudden question, Y/N blinked, "What? What do you mean?"
"Love. Do you know what love is? Do you feel it?"
Her eyes widened comically, "Um, yes, I know what it is."
"Do you feel it?"
To say Y/N was embarrassed would be an understatement. Nonetheless, she meekly answered, "Yes, I feel love for someone."
Jaemin was shocked, "Confess! You have to confess! Please, you have to confess right now! Call him!"
Y/N looked at him confused, failing to sense to urgency in Jaemin's voice.
"Why?"
"Just do it!"
Y/N closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, "Jaemin, I love you."
"..."
"..."
"..."
Y/N slowly opened her eyes, looking into Jaemin's tear-filled eyes.
"...What?"
"I said I love you."
"You-you can't love me."
Y/N's eyes widened, "Why not?"
"You-you can't love me. We can't be together. If only you loved somebody else..." Jaemin's voice cracked, tears pouring out his bloodshot eyes.
"Why can't I love you?"
"I... I can't tell you. But, I have to go; I completed my punishment. Thank you for falling in love."
Before Y/N could protest and yell, Jaemin disappeared into thin air.
Y/N started shaking, tears welling up in her eyes.
"No... he wouldn't leave me. He wouldn't use me."
She looked through the whole house, not finding a trace of him. His clothes, his uneaten breakfast, his scent. All gone, as if he never existed.
Y/N dropped to the floor and screamed. Tear after tear falling onto her cheeks, Y/N pulled at her hair, screaming. She screamed so loud her throat went dry.
She screamed so loud the man standing by the front door swore he'd never forget the sound, forever etched in his brain. He dropped the rose he got for his best friend, frozen in place after watching the entire altercation.
One cupid failed, and two hearts broke.
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I don't know where I was going with this. I had major writer's block for this oneshot; I had no idea what the plot should be. This was kind of rushed, but also kind of not at the same time so please give me your feedback!
I will publish the happy version shortly. Please don't forget to like and comment!
The happy version will not continue from where this oneshot left off but will be a oneshot with the same plot with an alternative ending.
It's been four months, and Eunwoo has been helping out a lot. He cleans during closing time, so I don't have to. He intervenes when customers get too aggressive and walks me home every day.
I know we started off weird, but he's a great guy. He's attentive and kind and just knows me so well. He's a man out of any woman's dreams.
I was snapped out of my thoughts when a customer angrily snapped their fingers in my face.
"Excuse me, what're you looking at? Take my order already," she said, obnoxiously chewing her gum.
"My apologies, ma'am. How can I help you?"
"Hmm," her nasally voice started, "get me a Brown Sugar Pearl Milk Tea. And make it fast, I have better shit to do."
I inhaled, holding back a response to her attitude. I turned around, ignoring her glare, and made her drink. As revenge, I added extra sugar to make it unbearably sweet. "Let's see how this affects your bitchass voice."
When I was about to turn around, I heard a voice.
"I don't mean to intrude, ladies. I couldn't help but notice a problem?"
THIRD POV.
The customer snapped her eyes onto Eunwoo, eating him up with her intense stare. "There is a problem... this bitch here is wasting my time."
He raised his brow. "'Bitch'? Who, exactly, are you calling a bitch?"
She rolled her eyes, "The poor bitch making my order. Who else?"
His jaw clenched, and his eyes darkened. "How about you keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut?"
Her eyes widened, but she soon smirked, "What if I don't want to?"
A dark gleam flashed in Eunwoo's eyes. "You don't want to? Then I'll make you, baby," he said, inching so close she could feel his breath on her lips.
Their moment was cut short by a cough and slam on the table. They flinched apart from one another, staring at where the sound came from.
"Here's your order. $4.75, please," Y/N spoke, anger lacing her voice.
The customer glared, paid for her drink, pecked Eunwoo, and stormed out of the café. Y/N's fists curled as she watched the bitchy customer leave the café.
Eunwoo smirked, "'There a problem, sweetheart?"
"No. None at all," Y/N seethed.
Eunwoo grinned, leaning forward before stealing a quick peck.
Y/N turned red. "H-hey! You can't kiss me after that bitch put her plastic lips on yours! That's basically an indirect kiss between her and me!"
Eunwoo snorted, "Sorry, sweetheart, I'll take it back." He pecked her once more, winked, and went back to his table, pulling out his phone.
Time skip: after Eunwoo drops Y/N off and leaves. Y/N'S POV.
After dropping me off home, I ran into the bathroom to take a cold shower and calm my thoughts.
"Why does my heart beat so fast when I'm around him? Could I be... no. That's ridiculous. But seeing him with that whiny bitch earlier today made me so mad. But I'm not... okay, maybe I am, just a bit. But, it's okay. I'll get over him fast; it's just a harmless crush. That's all."
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Phew! As promised, here is "Chapter Five". I honestly should be taking a shower rn, but I gotta finish writing "Cupid's Tears" T_T Don't worry, a special someone will make an appearance soon!
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I was scared to go back to work after that day. I shivered, thinking about what I saw. Not wanting to ruin my morning, I walked to the café with a smile, hoping today will be better.
Entering the café, I flinched smelling his strong, musky cologne.
"Hey, Y/N," he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "You need help getting ready?"
I tensed. "What?"
"Do you need help getting ready? Y/N, are you okay?"
"Why is he acting all kind? Does he think I don't remember what he did?"
"No, I don't need help," I shrugged his arm off me.
"O...kay, uh, well I'm here if you need it."
I nodded my head, walking to the back.
THIRD POV.
"Dude, is she okay?"
"She probably woke up on the wrong side of the bed. It happens a lot, where she's not in a good mood," Yuta explained, wiping off the last of the dishes.
He was gonna reply to Yuta when the bell dinged, signaling a customer entering the café.
"Lemme take this first, do you want me to prepare anything for you?"
He shook his head, sitting at his table. Yes, his. He's a regular, after all; he always sits there, where he has the best view of the counter.
Time skip: closing time (midnight). THIRD POV.
As Y/N was preparing to close up the café, the regular approached her, took the broom out of her hands, and began sweeping. Y/N was dumbfounded but was too scared to ask him why.
She moved onto wiping the tables down but the cloth was also snatched out of her hands. "What is going on...?"
She looked around, double-checking every corner of the café.
"I cleaned up everything, don't worry. Let's take you home."
Y/N nodded. Wait... "'Take me home?' You're walking me home?"
"Of course, I am. Do you really expect me to let you walk home alone at this time?"
"What the... excuse me, whatever your name is, why are you acting like nothing happened?"
"'Like nothing happened?' What do you mean, did something happen?" He looked at Y/N, worried.
"Oh my god, am I going crazy? I could've sworn what I saw was real..." She shook her head to rid of her thoughts.
"No, um, nothing happened."
He nodded, still concerned.
Once they reached Y/N's home, Y/N unlocked her door and entered. Before closing the door, she asked, "Um, you, what's your name? You've been a regular at the café for a year but I never got it."
He smiled, "The name's Eunwoo. Cha Eunwoo."
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Welp, there isn't much of an author's note today. Nonetheless, I have some good news! By the time you're reading this, I'm already working on "Chapter Five" which will come out later today! I also got an answer from my dearest @8bitball (Wattpad) telling me that writing a happy and sad version of my oneshot "Cupid's Tears" would be best. Thank you so much, fruit cup! After "Chapter Five" is out, I'll work on "Cupid's Tears" and brainstorm the plot for a request I got yesterday.
Oof, busy day today. I hope you look forward to the next chapter as well as my oneshots!
What are your thoughts on this chapter? What do you think of Cha Eunwoo?
I'll be back with "Chapter Five", soon! Thank you so much for reading! -Nina <3
"Hey, Y/N! How was yesterday's shift? Anything exciting happen?" Yuta said, wiggling his eyebrows.
Y/N flinched, "N-no, nothing happened. Why would anything happen?" She chuckled nervously, rubbing her hands on her thighs to wipe off the sweat.
Yuta stared at her, skeptical of her actions. "Yo, are you okay? Did something happen? You can tell me it's okay,"
"No no no no no, nothing happened don't look into it too much I'm okay don't worry," she rambled, stumbling over her words.
Yuta was obviously worried and decided to keep an eye on her. Before he could say much, the bell rang.
Y/N went pale, staring at Yuta, a pleading look in her eyes. Yuta nodded, and Y/N rushed to the back.
YUTA'S POV.
"Hello, what would you like today?"
"Where's Y/N."
"Sir-"
"Where's. Y/N."
"Sir I-"
"It's not a question, you fucking dingus. Where is she?"
"This bitch- can he let me speak? I'll show him."
"She is in this building, sir." I couldn't stop myself from smiling.
"No fucking shit she's in here; I watched her come in."
I frowned. "You watched her? Excuse me-"
"Shut the fuck up; it's none of your concern. I'm not ordering anything unless Y/N takes my order."
"Stubborn fucktard." I couldn't help but roll my eyes.
"Roll your eyes at me again, and I'll put them up on this café's display."
My heart quickened, his threat causing me to panic. "He said that so calmly like he wasn't afraid of it. Like it's some chore he's done so many times."
I rushed to the back and called for Y/N.
Y/N'S POV.
"Y/N, the regular won't stop being a stubborn bitch and wants you to take his order."
My breath quickened. I started shaking, "O-okay, I'll be there. Just give me a minute."
Yuta gave me a concerned look but didn't ask any questions.
I exited the storage room, his strong cologne making me sick.
I kept my eyes on the floor, "What can I get for you?"
"Your number."
My breath hitched, "S-sir, what would you like to drink?"
"Hmm... get me a strawberry smoothie." (A/N: yuck, I hate strawberries🤮)
I struggled to type his order into the register. "I'm too shaky, don't let him see you like this."
"Aw, what's got you all nervous? Is it perhaps... me?"
I could tell that he was smirking, but I didn't say anything.
"Ignoring me isn't a smart idea, sweetheart. You should know that by now."
I froze, a lump forming in my throat.
"I'll take it from here; it's Y/N's break right now."
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, silently thanking Yuta for lying as I walked to the back.
YUTA'S POV.
"Would you like anything other than your smoothie?"
The regular glared at me, "No."
I nodded my head and made his smoothie, planning to spit in it before serving it. Before I could do anything, though:
"Spit in my drink, and I'm cutting your tongue off."
My eyes widened, but I quickly composed myself. "I wouldn't do such a thing, sir. You're a regular, after all."
He scoffed, "Yeah, sure, here's your money," before leaving the café.
"He's giving me weird vibes..."
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A short chapter because idk it just is. Le ✨action✨ is coming in a few chapters, so don't run away yet!!!
Also, please help with my next oneshot! I can't publish it without your feedback, so I'm saying it again: my current draft (oneshot book) was supposed to have a happy ending, but my depressed ass switched it up, and now it's got a sad ending. I was thinking of making two parts, but I don't know whether I should make a sad and happy version (not related) or make a part two to the oneshot where the story continues, and they eventually get a happy ending.
For context, it's an NCT Dream oneshot called "Cupid's Tears". I haven't picked a member to play as the love interest, so you can decide that too if you'd like ;)
^Please, tell me what you think I should do! I really want to publish it T_T
Anyway, what do you think happened for Y/N to be so jittery?
Thank you for reading! Have a good rest of your day! -Nina <3
