[ you thought being a famous model meant you could do whatever you wanted . . . until your new bodyguard park sunghoon decided to be the one to finally tame you !]
WRITING 𓈒 PWP , MINOR DNI , switch hoon , miscommunication , p in v , no protection (dont b silly wrap ur willy!!) , masturbation (f) , oral (f) , foot humping... (hoon..) , knee humping (if u squint) , outdoor sex , LOTS OF JEALOUSY!!!!! , petname : doll , princess , baby , good girl , good doll , good boy , make up sex , hoon lowk turned into a pup by the end , riding , cumming inside , squirting , slight angst , sunghoon turns VERY submissive , hickeys , brusing , sorry heeseung </3 𓏵
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as the final flash of the camera went off, you let out a heavy sigh. you'd spent the last eight hours on the streets of mong kok in different fabrics of silk and under the red and green lights. and finally, your photoshoot was done.
you shrugged off the last piece of your outfit, the fur boa, and pulled up your usual clubbing attire, a black leather top, and matching skin-tight shorts. your sense of freedom.
which was about 30 seconds.
your bodyguard, park sunghoon, practically teleported from wherever the fuck he was. he was silent the whole day, from the moment you guys arrived on set, to lunch, where he let out low hums as he served you the shumai, untill now, as he stepped into the fading red light, the black suit practically the only shade you could see.
"car's ready to take you back to your apartment," he stated, no 'that was amazing!' or any 'good job out there', it was just a command.
"what? i'm not going home," you said rather angrily, brushing past him towards the makeup station to (aggressively) remove the remnants of your mascara. as you wiped the liquid away, you caught his reflection in the mirror. he hadn't moved a single bit.
"you have a 6am call time for the coastal shoot."
"and i'll be there," you sighed, swivelling around on the stool to face him. "but… first, i'm going to go to chaconne. they're having a like… private event thing for the post shoot."
"that's a three-hour commitment. minimum. and with traffic, that lands you going back at 2am. miss l/n, you need that resting period," he had stated, like he was reading medical documents.
"i dont need that resting period, i need a drink," you argued, flicking the wet wipe into the bin, "i need to be around people who aren't paid to stand around and look menacing," you whined, watching him through squinted eyes.
the expression on his face didn't change; it stayed stoic. however, something in the air did. it tightened.
he studied your face for a while, the way you tilted your chin upwards, the pout hidden in your lips, the outfit leaving little to the imagination. you saw his gaze do that slow sweep he rarely did, from your eyes, to your well-sat chest, to your thighs, and back to your eyes.
he wasnt just looking, he was taking notes. memorising. and it made your skin crawl.
"fine," he said with a graze of his teeth, the word quiet you almost couldn't catch it.
you blinked, a small smile filling your lips. "fine?"
"go." he gestured with his head towards the door, "go to the club."
your mind raced at his words, but the suspicion crept in slowly. "just like that—? you'll really let me go?"
"you're not a prisoner, y/n. you're my client." he sighed, shaking his head as he pulled out his phone from his inner pocket. "my job is to make sure you're safe, not your schedule." his eyes peered at you for a second, scanning over your body once again before looking back down at his phone. "i'll inform the drive of the change."
you didnt know how or why, but the win didn't feel like something victorious, it felt like a dangerous game.
—
as soon as you set foot into chaconne, you were immediately swallowed by the familiar faces, and the smell of baileys hit your nose. for the first hour, you practically blended in. you danced, you laughed, you let the bass of the music block sunghoon's silence entirely.
but, you never forgot he was there.
amidst the grinding bodies, he was practically a statue. he was propped against the bar, a bottle of water in his hand, his eyes tracking you through the crowd. not with any type of jealousy, but it was predatory. everytime you'd glance over at him, he'd already be watching. waiting for any type of signal from you that it was time to leave.
as the second hour started, the mood in the air soured. his gaze became heavier, a weight pressing down the back of your neck. your laughter started to feel forced, every smile feeling forced and awkward under his harsh gaze.
you tried to push the heavy feeling away, to drown it in the noise of shouting and singing. to your fortune, an opportuinity presented itself almost immediately, a fashion designer you vaguely recognised from one of your runways slid into the space beside you, his smile sly yet practised.
"hey," he murmured, leaning in a bit too close, his hot breath fanning your ear. "what's someone as beautiful as you doing here all alone? mannequins should never leave the store."
you internally grimaced at the shit pick up line, forcing out a sheepish laugh as you tilted your head. "maybe this mannequin is looking for a new owner." your face scrunched at your own words.
his eyes shone under the light. "is that so? well, i have an exclusive collection for you. private try-ons only." his hand settled against the small part of your back, a hot touch that you both welcomed, but resented. it was a distraction, something to take your mind off of sunghoon. "i've heard that your shoot today was… brutal. let me buy you a drink, a real one, yeah? something to soothe the nerves."
you were about to reply, to lean into the empty flirtation, when the atmosphere around you had frozen. it felt heavy, the tension strong enough that you could shatter it with a hammer. from the corner of your eye, you had seen sunghoon straighten from his lean at the bar. he didn't move, but his stillness became more… aggressive. his gaze was fixated on the man's hand on your back. as you looked back up you could see the change in his expression. his eyebrow slightly furrowed, the way he bit the inside of his cheek, the way his jaw twitched slightly.
and the designer must've felt it too. his face faltered at the feeling. "you, uhm… you came here with someone..?" he asked, voice losing the smooth edge feeling.
before you could even answer, the man's hand twitched and lifted from your back as if the leather had scorched him. he took a full step back, eyes darting past your shoulder with a sudden wariness and fear. "right— okay, maybe another time," he mumbled, already drifting back into the large sea of bodies.
you stood there, his touch now a ghost around your back. your face had heated up with a slight embarrassment as you looked at sunghoon once again. he hadn't lifted a finger, nor said a word. he'd existed, and that was enough to clear the area around you. the message was undeniably clear: enough.
your mind raced in fury and a hint of alchol. he wasn't trying to protect you, he was trying to restrict you.
and you decided to make it impossible for him, with a stomp of the foot you had pushed deep into the crowd of dancing bodies, deliberatley breaking his line of sight. and for five minutes, you were free. you had let the music take you away, throwing your head back, arms in the air, probably grinding on someones dick.
without a warning, an arm had snaked around your waist, locking you in place.
you yelped, but the sound of the music was too loud for anyone to hear it. before you could even process it, the world was upside down. the floor had vanished, replaced by the dizzy view of people's moving backs and flashing lights. the air had left your lungs, leaving you winded.
he had slung you over his shoulder like a sack of flour, a hand braced across the back of your thighs as he had owned you.
"what the hell are you doing!?" you shrieked, pounding your fists against the solid muscle of his lower back, to him it felt like you weren't doing anything. "put me down! sunghoon!"
he didnt answer, he had just began to move through the crowd with a dominance that made people stumble out of the in fear. the heat of his body seared through the leather top, his shoulder was pressed uncomfortably against your stomach.
you were mortified, livid, and painfully aware of the sheer power in the way he moved, effortlessly carrying you as if you weighed nothing. "you said fine!" you yelled, voice muffled by the music and his suit jacket, which smelled annoyingly like whiskey and axe bodyspray.
"your 'fine' is over," his voice was a low, rumble that you felt through his chest rather than heard. "i've told you, the 6am call time isn't negotiable. this is." he pushed through the fire exit of the building, the music replaced by a sudden silence and the cool air of the alley making you shiver.
he didnt put you down, he carried you all the way towards the black suv, opening the door with his free hand, his arm around your thighs, tightening as if he wanted to hold himself back, and practically threw (sat you down with aggression) you onto the cold leather seat.
he braced a hand on the doorframe, leaning in, his entire body blocking any chance of escaping. his hair was slightly dishevelled and sticking to his forehead from the crowd, his breathing still perfectly even. in the midst of it all, you could see his eyes from the car's subtle light. they were dark, filled with something wild.
"the next time," he said, voice hoarse, the threat dancing over your skin giving you goosebumps, "you decide to test me, consider how it'll end up. i can do this all night, darling, but, can you?"
he closed the door, not letting you answer his words; the darkness surrounded you in an instant. your heart hammered against your chest in humiliation and a hidden thrill. he'd manhandled you, and he won. you could feel the ghost of his shoulder and the imprint of his arm around the back of your thighs still burning. you wanted to tell yourself it meant nothing, you tried to, but you could feel your stomach coil just by thinking about it.
sunghoon sat in the opposite seat, taking deep breaths as he tried to cool his mind. his hand straightened his suit jacket, smoothing a hand over his dishevelled hair. he was looking out the window at the blurred lights of the city, his profile sharp, as if he hadn't tossed you over his shoulder infront of the cities elite's, as if your body wasnt still hot and heavy.
"you touched me," you said, voice trembling, not from fear, but with a rage that was dangerously close to something else you didn't want to admit.
he didn't turn, eyes glued to the outside. "i needed to remove you from the dangerous situation."
"dangerous?" a bitter laugh left your throat. "it was the fucking dance floor."
he let out a heavy sigh before finally shifting his head, streetlights fractured in his dark eyes. "you were three minute's from being followed into the bathroom by a man whose name you didn't even know, y/n." he scoffed, crossing his arms. "i bet you didn't even know his friends were recording from the bar. i'm pretty sure that's dangerous."
the information ran through your mind in an instant. you hadn't noticed, of course not. you were too busy trying to escape the sight of sunghoon, to even realise. the anger that was once racing through your mind had now faded into a sickening shame.
but, you didnt want him to see him, you couldn't let him see it. so, you doubled down on your words, facing away towards the window and crossing your arms over your chest. "so, your solution was to… manhandle me? like im some sack of potatoes?"
"my solution," he said, voice dropping to a rasp and one vibrating between the small space of both of you, eyes zeroing in on the way your chest popped out, "was the most efficient way to drag you out without causing a larger scene." his eyes gazed from your chest, down to your thighs which were clenched together, and back up to your wild hair. you could feel the tension and desire radiating off of him. "you left me no choice."
"i hate you," you whispered, the words having no meaning behind them.
he let out a content hum, turning away to face the window as well, mirroring your position. "right back at you, brat." the nickname just split out of his mouth, making your eyes wide, a wave of heat travelling through your skin. yet, you didn't mention it, letting the words hang in the car.
as the car stopped, he was out the door before the driver could even move or turn off the car, opening your side of the door. he didn't offer a hand; he just stood there with the door wide open, eyes sharper than ever as he watched you and waited.
with a huff, you slid out, legs unsteady and shaking. you had made a point to brush against him as you passed, your hands gliding against his own, and you could feel him go perfectly still. making you smirk as you walked in front of him.
the ride in the elevator was worse. the mirrored walls reflecting both of you, the silence filling up the small box. you could see every bit of your own emotion, your flushed cheeks, disheveled hair, and the bewildered glint in your eyes. while he was calm and 'controlled'.
but, you knew better than anyone else.
you watched his face through the reflection. you could see the subtle twitch in his jaw when you shifted your weight. you caught the way his gaze flicked down for a split second, a violation of his own rules, before snapping back to the ascending numbers on the screen. you noticed each blink that lasted a second too long, the way his tongue swiped over his lower lip.
he was holding himself back from doing something he'd regret in the future.
the elevator doors slide open with a soft chime, the cool air hitting both of you in an instant. you took fast steps towards the penthouse's door, heart racing slightly as you opened the doors, tossing your clutch onto the side table with a sharp clatter.
you expected to hear the door shut behind you, leaving you alone in shame and humiliation. instead, you could hear his footsteps right behind you. he'd followed you in. he never came this close, unless it was to do a security sweep of your place.
with a furrow on your face, you whirled around to face him. "what?"
he stopped a few feet away, his hands back in that relaxed position behind his back. "you will drink a full glass of water, and take the aspirin i've left on your counter." his voice left no room for argument, as he placed a small box on the kitchen island. "you'll be in bed, lights out, within an hour." his eyes traced the lines of your face, the way your chest frantically rose and fell. "i'll known if you arent."
"or what?" you scoffed, shaking your head softly to seem intimidating. but, it came out soft, less sure. "you'll tuck me in yourself?"
the silence that followed was deafening; it practically sucked out the air of the room. you noticed the way his jaw tightened again, the muscle twitching. his gaze dropped to your mouth and your neck, just for a heartbeat, before snapping back to your eyes.
his professional persona was still there, but underneath it, you could see him fighting with his own control.
"do not," he mumbled, words so quiet they were almost inaudible, "push me tonight, y/n."
it wasn't a threat from your bodyguard, but a warning. one from the man hidden behind his professionalism, one filled with honesty and admission. the line between you two is thinner than ever.
your breath hitched as you stood there frozen. the anger now gone, burned away and replaced by something white-hot and fragile in its place. your emotions rushed through your brain, and you wanted to scream. cry. you wanted to close the distance between you both and see what would happen if you finally went against his words and pushed him.
he was the one who had broke the tension first. he let out a shaky, almost disappointed sigh, as he nodded, turned on his heel, and walked out. the door closed with a soft, definitive click. you didn't move after he left, just placed your hand on your stomach. you could feel the ghost of his shoulder against you, the raspiness in his voice. do not push me tonight, y/n."
after five minutes, you had moved. your mind racing as you followed his orders. you poured the water he'd demanded, you swallowed the aspitin left neatly on the counter. his voice practically controlling you as you mindlessly completed his tasks.
however, you didnt go to your bedroom like he told you to. you found yourself on the wide, cold ledge of your window knees drawn to your chest as you stared down at the city lights below you. mind replayed every single second. the possessive grip, the dizzying view from his shoulder, the way his jaw tightened when you called his name, the feeling of his hands branding your thigh.
a soft buzz cut off your thoughts; the glow of your long-forgotten phone had lit up the glass beside you. a notification, one that sunghoon had probably set when you were doing your photoshoot.
6 am - costal shoot , call time @ repulse bay.
your heart raced at the notifiaction, your fingers couldnt move to even pick up your phone. you just stared at it until the screen faded to black, leaving you with your thoughts again.
a sound of the car beeping made you snap back to reality, head shaking in an instant. he thought he had won, he thought once he left he had reestablished the boundary between you two. and he did, for 10 minutes. he though you'd be a good girl and go to sleep, like he told you too.
with a shaky exhale, you slid off the ledge, a new calm settling over you. you didn't change out of the leather top and skin-tight shorts. you just walked to your bedroom, but not to sleep. you sat on the edge of your bed in the dark, watching the digital clock on your bedside table tick to 2 am.
you were going to that shoot, you were going to be on time, and professional. but something was going to change, sunghoon was going to change.
you picked up your phone, the glow illuminating your face, expression unreadable. without a thought, you clicked the camera app open, and pushing down your tubetop, your breasts practically falling out in an instant, nipples barely hidden by the shirt. with a hidden smirk, you clicked the photo button.
next, you pushed your pants down, just below your ass to reveal your panties, before you breached the waistband of your underwear, snapping another photo.
with a shakey breath, you had clicked the 'record' option, placing the phone beside you, at an angle where sunghoon could see your side, yet not enough of you.
your fingers delicately swiped over your clit, letting out a shivery moan. before dipping your fingers into your hole, the slick instantly coating your fingers. "sunghoon…" you whispered, loud enough for the camera to catch, two fingers instantly pumping in and out of you.
your mind blank as you curled your fingers, your palm hitting your clit— and just like that, you came and saw white, sunghoon's name on your tongue as you moaned. your fingers rested inside you, slowly scissoring to let you ride down your high.
with a smirk, you went to stop the recording with your free hand, searching his contact name on your messanges: park sunghoon , kinda annoyingly hot bodyguard
you : [attachment: 2 images , 1 video]
you : come over m so lonely ;(
you hit send with a sigh, the silence stretching for one minute. then two. and you saw him read the message, ellipsis dissappearing and reappearing. and by that moment, you knew you've gotten him. before he could even send a message, you tossed your phone onto your bed, chest still heaving slightly before rolling over to fall asleep.
sunghoon : miss y/n? what is this?
sunghoon : fuck, is that what you really think of me?
sunghoon : it's 2:07 am.
sunghoon : dont fucking tempt me. dont send me shit like this again.
—
the alarm beeped aggressively beside your ear, waking you up rudely from your dream of getting fed grapes like a god. in it, however was sunghoon, his eyes doe and almost submissive. everytime he spoke it sent shivers down your spine.
you fumbled to silence the blaring noise by your head, outside still dark due to the early morning of 4 am, for a moment, you just layed there. the memories of last night's actions rushing back to you, resulting in a red face, yet not in regret or embarrasment, just reality hitting you. you had crossed a line, and you couldn't erase it.
you moved through your usual morning routine with a eerie clamness. the shower was hotter than usual, your skincare just a tad more sloppier than usual, your outfit more simple than usual, a oversized hoodie and some shorts. something had switched.
you didn't check your phone, you didn't need to. the proof of what you'd done was heavy in the air of your penthouse. you could feel chills running down your spine as you took a step out of the door, your eyes trying to adjust to the bright light of the lobby at 5:28 am, you practically saw it immediatley. the suv was already there, waiting for you.
sunghoon stood outside the passenger door, arms crossed over his broad chest, staring directly at the building's entrance. but you could tell something was off, he wasn't in his usual composed stance, no. his foot was tapping ever so slightly against the concrete, he wasn't wearing his suit jacket, just the white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, and he looked like he might've slept in it.
as soon as you stepped foot into his eyesight, you could see the tension and eyebags under his eyes. there was no professionalism left, his gaze dark and furious as he intensely stared at you. you noticed the way his jaw tightened and how his biceps through the thin material pop.
he didn't speak, nor did he open the door. he just stared, waiting for you to come closer, his entire presences a practical question.
you gulped a hard lump in your throat, own expression blank as you walked to the car. you stopped a few feet from him, morning air cooler between your bodies. the scent of axe body spray and coffee had wrapped around you.
"you're early…" you said, voice unnaturally calm in the heavy silence of the morning.
his eyes, the sharp gaze on you didn't waver. "you're late," he countered, voice low and rough. it wasn't about the time.
after what felt like forever, he'd finally move a sharp single step that closed the distance. he was close enough now that you could see the redness around the corner of his eyes, the way his pupils were dialated, the way his adams apple bopped. he had reached behind him, yanking the car door open for you. it wasn't a gesture of service, but an order.
"get in."
you hesitated, just for a second, looking up at him. you were this close to flipping the script, follow his orders like a pet, just like you did last night. but you didnt, you huffed, crossing your arms once again.
"or what?" you whispered, the challenge in your voice lacked its usual heat, this time it was a genuine question.
a humorless sound escaped his lips. he leaned in, voice dropping to something more dangerous only you were meant to hear. "or i wont be responsible of what i say or do, pretty. we both have a long day ahead of us, so if you wouldn't be such a brat…" he straightened himself, moving towards the side to let you in, "get. in. the. car. now."
the threat was different than his usual ones, he wasn't going to physically remove you. it was about words, truths. about the way he was holding everything that had built up between the both of you. with a exhale, you slid into the backseat of the car, not missing the way he looked at your backside as you entered.
as soon as you buckled your seatbelt, he didn't slam the door, he'd just closed it with a precise finality. the sound ending anything you would've wanted to say. as he walked around towards the other side, you saw him run a hand through his already messed up hair, a rare occurance, before he had composed himself, straightening his shoulders as he got in.
the driver pulled away from the curb, the only sound surrounding you was the engine. you were alone in the back with him, anything could practically happen. you glanced up at him with a almost worried look in your eyes. he stared straight ahead, his profile still perfect than ever, just… his eyes had more emotion, a storm of them. anger, dangerous and something raw, one that made your stomach clench.
you opened your mouth, not even sure of what you would've said, an apology? something to provoke him more? the words died in your throat before it could even reach your mouth.
"don't," he said, the single word cutting the silence instantly. he didn't look at you, his voice low and strained, almost painful to hear. "don't say a single word to me right now."
he finally turned his head, full force of his gaze weighing down on you. it wasn't anger anymore, just an exhausting intensity.
"you think this is a game," he started, voice dropping lower and almost trembling. "you think sending me… that.. in the middle of the night was just another way to win." he leaned in slightly, making you press your back against the seat. "you have no idea what you're playing with. no idea what you're asking for."
you wanted to move away, jump out the car even, but you couldn't. he held your wide-eyed star for a long, almost punishing moment before turning back to the window without another word, as if he couldn't bear to look at you anymore. you could see his hand, the one resting on his thigh, clenched into white knuckled fists.
the rest of the drive passed in a sufforcating silence, as you watched the citylines of causeway bay turn into discovery bay, the secenery nothing but a smear of random colours against the window. you wanted a reaction, but you got a reality check, one you werent able to even handle.
—
the shoot was basically torture. you were following his words to the bone: punctual, polite, cooperative top model. not saying you weren't, but you'd have to be on your best behaviour infront of sunghoon.
your smile's were filled with more sugar, your short patients miraculously had turned into hours as you waited for the stylist's adjustment's of your dress, and you even took the photographer's critisism with a simple nod, no argument.
it was basically a performance, and one that was solely for him.
sunghoon stood at his usual post, his dark shadow against the white rental van, but his professional mask now a facade. you could feel his gaze on you, more hotter than the morning sun. every time a male staff member's hand lingered near your shoulder to adjust a strap, you saw the subtle flare of his nostrils. every time you laughed at a joke from the photographer, his jaw tightened just a bit.
you have never been more away of your own body, of every gesture, every glance.
the first break came, you were shivering under the sun, the sea's wind hitting you like an ice brick. you hugged yourself, rubbing you arms to heat yourself up.
"tough gig, huh?"
the voice practically made you jump. you turned around with wide eyes, only to relax as you saw him. kim sunoo, a model you've done dozen campaigns with. he was a harmless and friendly guy, who was convienetly in a long puffer jacket. "they always forget we're humans, not mannequins, huh?" he laughed, already shrugging out of it. "here, before you turn onto a frozen statue."
you rolled your eyes, smiling in an instant. "you're an angel," you laughed, already accepting the vest. as you pulled it on, you practically moaned in relief as you felt the warmth envelop you, your arms wrapping your body once again. "seriously, i owe you, sunoo."
"just get me a coffee later," he joked, leaning a shoulder against the same equipment crate you were near.
you chatted about anything and everything during your break, your mutual ganecy, about what you'd do after your careers, five nights at freddys lore, anything. you let yourself relax into the conversation, despite the high-stakes war with your own bodyguard.
from across the set, sunghoon watched. he saw the way sunoo gave you his jacket. he saw you hug it around yourself, face softening in a way it never did for him. he saw how sunoo leaned in, how close you were, how you smiled. it wasn't the blantant provocation of your videos, but worse.
it was natural, a glimpse of you that existed outside of him, a you who could be warm and smiled at by someone else.
a cold, quiet rage began to bubble in his veins, one slow and deadly.
the shoot resumed, you gave the jacket back with another thanks. but, the damage was already done. for the next hour, sunghoon's mind filled with a storm of emotions. his silence grew heavier, more oppressive.
he had stopped obesrving, and began to track your every move. when sunoo passed you a bottle of water, sunghoon's eyes followed the bottle as if it was a knife. when sunoo just brushed past you, sunghoon's eyes followed him as if he was robbing you.
the final straw came during the last setup. you were waiting for the lighting adjustments with a hot pack in your hand. sunoo had went over to you to show you a funny video, as you offered him a hot pack as well. with a laugh, you both leaned over the screen, heads held close together. the sound from the both of you genuine.
that was it.
sunghoon moved for the first time.
he didn't just walk, he took long steps that closed the distances with a terrifying speed that had staff members stumbling out of his way. once he reached you, he didn't utter a single word to sunoo. he had simply inserted himself between you, his back to the other model, body physically cutting him off from you.
his hand closed around your elbow, but it wasn't the polite touch of a bodyguard, but from someone who was possessive, jealous. the grip firm enough to make you gasp.
"we're leaving. now," his voice left no room for argument, it practically vibrated with tension that had been built for hours. now, this wasn't about any safety. it wasn't about the schedule. it was all about him.
"sunghoon, what— the shoot, it isn't—" you started, heart hammering.
as his eyes locked onto yours, you noticed something. you noticed how his controlled composure is gone, replaced by something feral and animalistic. "do not," he bit out, each word laced with venom, "say another word."
he turned, pulling you with him. he didn't lead you to a car or a tent. he marched you towards the secluded cluster of jagged rocks that hid you from the view of the silent, stunned set. his grip was burning into your wrist, steps long and furious on the uneven sand, forcing you to stumble to keep up in your heels.
the sound of the sea grew louder, the crash of waves against the stone's muting the distant murmurs of the staff and set.
once you were hidden, he released your wrist only to spin you around, backing you against the cold rough stone. his rough hands came up on either side of you, caging you in, body blocking out the sky.
he was breathing heavily, not from any sort of tirdness, but from the amount of emotion holding him back. the scent of the sea practically nonexistant by the heat of him, the smell of his deodarant now making your head spin.
"explain." he demanded, voice low and a ragged growl. his eyes searched your face, hungry and furious. "the video you sent. the messages. and… him." he didn't say sunoo's name, as if it would kill him if he did. "what is this game, y/n? what do you want from me?"
he leaned in closer, face a breath away from yours. his gaze was terrifying, and… you'd hate to say it, but it was hot.
"y/n, i've done everything to control myself. i've tried my best to maintain every rule i've set for myself. and— you. you have done nothing but try and provoke me." his voice dropped to a harsh whisper. "so tell me. right now."
"what. do. you. want?"
your breath hitched, a sharp sound lost in the crash of the waves. your lips parted, but no sound came out. your eyes dropped from his predatory glare, to his mouth, then back up.
his own restraints was as visible as yours. you could see the veins of his neck popping out, the way his hands pressed against the rock beside your head, whitening knuckles, shaking slightly, from holding back from closing the distance between your bodies.
"y/n." he said, your name sounding desperate and broken. "answer me."
you swallowed, the lump in your throat nearly choking you.
the truth, the stupid, terrifying truth, tumbled out in barely a whisper.
"you."
the word hung in the cool air between the both of you.
a ragged exhale escaped him, eyes squeezing shut for a second as if it was a dream. when they open again, the possessivness was still there, but it had melted. melted into something more hotter, and definitely more dangerous.
"me," he repeated, words low and almost disbelieving. "you want, me?" he shifted, one hand from from the rock, his fingertips coming to brush against the pulse hammering in your throat. "the anger? frustration? the man who loses his mind because another man dared to give you his jacket?"
you nodded, a tiny, almost unoticible movement. "i want you to stop being my bodyguard for a second, sunghoon." you gasp, heart pulsing out of your mouth. "i want you to just be… him. the one who gets angry, the one who manhandles me out of the club. the one who probably jacked off to the video i sent you at 2 am."
his breath hitched at your last words, a soft blush creeping onto his face. his thumb swept over your jawline, touch still terrifyingly gentle compared to his intensity. "that… that man isn't safe for you," he breathed, forehead lowering until it touched yours. "that man wanted to do things… things that breaked every single rule. since the first day i saw you."
"then break them," you whispered, own hands coming up to fist the front of his shirt weakly. "please, for me. break them all."
a low, tortured sound rippled through his chest, it was the sound of something snapping.
"fuck you," he murmured, voice lacking of any threat, as his mouth captured your own.
it wasn't gentle, it was something claiming, one of a desperate answer to everything you've thrown his way.
the hand on the rock left to frame your face, his kiss swallowing your gasp, pouring the months of tension into you. from the sleepless nights, to the seething frustration to your provoking moves. you could feel him tighten his hand around your neck just a tiny bit, as he pushed his body closer to yours. the rocks behind you digging into your back as his knee slotted between your legs.
you moaned into the kiss as you felt his knee push against your cunt, only for him to growl into your mouth as a warning. the hand around your neck tightening. "don't be too loud, princess." he rumbled, his chest vibrating against yours.
a sound punched out of you, a desperate gasp you didn't even recognize as your own. your body moved on its own, your hips seeking friction against the muscle of his thigh through his slacks and your dress. a tight coil practically hit your stomach, and you knew with humiliating clarity that he could also feel how desperate you were. how the slick heat rushed through you onto your panties.
a low dark chuckle vibrated in his chest, one that sounded of pure male satifaction. "easy now," he murmured, breath hot against your lips. his voice was rough, thick with control that was entierly different than before, this. this was the control of a man who knew he'd won. "i know we just… 'confessed'."
god, he was so hot. and he clearly, almost devastatingly, knew it. the hand that had been at your neck tightened for one last possessive squeeze, before sliding down. his palm tracing a path over your bollarbone, the curves of your breast, to setllte firmly on your waist.
his other hand joined it, fingers splaying across the small of your back. "here," he growled, word more of a command than endearment. he guided your hips against his thigh, his own hip foward, the press deliberate and undeniable, letting you feel the hard proof of his own lack of control. "this is what you wanted, isn't it? to see me break, to see me like this?"
he moved again, a slow, griding roll that had stars trickling behind your eyelids. his forehead dropped against yours, eyes burning into yours inches away. the feral anger had disappeared, transforming into a smoldering, possessive heat.
"congrats, brat." he breathed, his lips a hair away from yours. "you've got exactly what you asked for."
his mouth didn't touch yours. he held that agonizing, painstaking distance, letting the heat of your ragged, breaths mingle in the space between the both of you. he was taunting you, showing you how he could control you.
and that made you see red.
enough of these games. enough of the torturous pace. your hands flew up, fingers tangling in the dark strands of his gelled hair. you didn't coax him, you pulled him. yanking his head down with a force that erased any distance.
the moment your lips met, it wasnt sweet. it wasn't gentle. it was something final, furious. one that ended the war of pining between you two. a gasp was wallowed between you, and he froze for one second, shock stilling him.
then, with a low growling sound, that was filled with pure hunger, he had gave in.
no, he took over.
his arms wrapped around your waist tighter, crushing you against the wall of his chest and the cold rock behind you. the kiss transformed from a desperate claim into something almost pathetic. it was all the heat and demand, his mouth moved over yours with a starving intensity. you could feel his hard on grinding against your clothed cunt.
"please." you begged, unsure of what you were even begging for. the sharp thrust of his cock against you made you practically cry. your moans silenced by his kisses. "shh…"
one of his hands slid from your waist to under your dress, the heat almost unbearable. his finger hooked your panties to the side, feeling the slick against your cunt. "so needy for me arent you?" he muttered, his index and middle finger inside of you within seconds, just like the video you sent him.
his fingers curled and scissored you, making your knees feel weak. you didn't know how, but fuck, he was good. his palm slapped your clit occasionally, the sensation making you moan into his mouth louder than before.
he was practically drinking them up as if it was whiskey, the sound music to his ears. "i need you to turn around for me, can you do that, baby?" his hands already pulling away from you, to unzip his slacks.
you eagerly nod, turning around as your hands braced the harsh rocks. you could feel his mushroomy tip glide across your hole, making your back arch, and push towards him. sunghoon practically took his time with you.
each movement was slow and deliberate, your stomach curling into an aching need, it was practically crazy how bad you wanted him. in public.
"want me bad, dont ya?" he muttered, his hand fisting the flesh of your ass, to spread you wide open. his tip finally slides into you with ease, making you both moan.
he practically gave you no time to adjust, pulling out to slam back inside of you. the thrusts were so rapid you needed to grip onto the rocks until your knuckles turned white. "shit, i've been waiting," he groaned, his teeth nipping the back of your neck. his hand going down to land a sharp slap on your ass cheek.
you cried out at his words and actions, biting your lip till it bleeds. "fuck, sunghoon—" you whined, eyes practically rolling to the back of your head. you could feel his hands grip around your waist, leaving marks against your neck which wont disappear for another few weeks,
"gotta show everyone who you belong to, yeah?" he growled, teeth still connected to your skin as his hand goes to circle your clit. his thrusts still as brutal as ever. "i want you to cum." he whispered, the sound almost so seductive contrasting the waves.
you nod against the rocks, earning a sharp slap against your already red ass cheek. "y—yes!" you winced, your stomach coiling and knotting at the feeling.
"good girl." he purred, and that alone made you cum on the spot. your moan high pitched as your gummy walls clenched around his cock.
"hoon—" you cried out, letting yourself ride out the high by sunghoons brutal thrusts.
"shit, baby. i'm gonna—" he groaned, pulling out just in time so he came onto the rocks, his cum shooting ropes onto the grey stone, which, in your opinion, was a waste.
he groaned softly as he tucked himself in, his mind clouded with the feeling of you wrapped around his cock. but, he still had a job to do. he kissed your temple softly, landing a playful slap on your cheek, making you jolt and whisper his name.
before you could even process it, his hands were on you again. he fixed you with a meticulous care, one more that any other guy has before. he tugged your panties back into place, the fabric damp against your senstive skin. he smoothed down the rumpled skirt of your dress, knuckles brushing your thighs.
then, with a smile, he pulled out a neaty, white handkerchief from his inner pocket. he knelt, just slightly enough, the sand dusting on his knees, to wipe away the slick evidence from your earlier activites, the feeling making you sigh softly, as he stood up and tucked it away back into his pocket for other uses.
he used his thumb to wipe away the tears, which you hadn't even realized were there. his expression was unreadable, something fixed with pure focus but also a hidden adoration behind it. when he finished, he cupped your chin, tilting your face to meet his eyes. a warm unusal smile plastered on his face.
"now," he hummed, voice low and even, laced with authority that left no room for argument. "be a good doll and finish that shoot for me, yeah?"
he released your chin, giving your hip a final pat, stepping back to hold out a hand to guide you away from the rocks. the change, sudden, but one you'd welcome. you smiled softly, one not os submission, but a secret understanding. you placed your hand in his, allowing him to guide you away from the rocks and back to the set.
as soon as you turned the corner, the entier set seemed to freeze. dozen eyes snapped to both of you, both wide and bewildered with curiosity. they could tell what had happened, evidence all over the both of you: the faint, reddish-purple bite marks on your neck and lower lip, the red, puffy rims of your eyes, the slight tremble in your legs. they saw him, his face no longer stoic, but composed with an undeniable smirk on his puffy lips as he held your hand, his thumb stroking a slow circle over your knuckles.
the silence was deafening, but not a single person, not the photographer, not the stylist, not even sunoo, had dared to say a word. the energy between you was raw and possessive. it needed silence.
sunghooon led you directly to the mark for the next shot. he leaned in, lips brushing against your ear as he adjusted a stray strand of hair for the cameras, his voice a low murmur only for you to hear.
"perfect. just like that, doll. don't forget to smile, yeah?"
he took a step back, melting into the background once again. but, you could feel his gaze on you, heavier and more possessive. you turned towards the lens, smile blooming effortlessly like you hadn't just fucked more than 10 minutes ago.
the shoot continued, everyone, forgetting what had happened, but you didn't. sunghoon was less aggressive, more clingy during your breaks, hands lingering on your waist, fingers brushing each strand.
you were his, and everyone on the beach knew it.
—
after the fiasco on the beach, as the both of you privaetly valled it, didn't end with a whispered agreement. it ended with a decision made in your comfortable at 3 am, his lips still tasting of the salty sea and your own lips. "no more hiding," he muttered into your hair, arms wrapped around your torso. "they'll find out either way, i'd rather they heard it from us."
and he was right, less than 48 hours it was all over every social media platform ever.
breaking news!
model, y/n l/n, now dating her bodyguard, park sunghoon!
. . . click here to see more !
the article had a grainy photo of the both of you shot from afar, leaving a quiet dinner, his hand not guiding you as usual, but intertwined with yours. the comments were a mix of shock, fake concern for your future, and people in denial. you didn't read most of it, and sunghoon made sure of that. plucking the phone out of your grasp, replacing it with a towel so you could dry his damp hair. "it's just noise, baby. we knew it would be."
you let out a laugh at his newfound clinginess, your finger going to tap his nose softly as you dried his hair, "you're like a dog, hoonie."
"i'm your dog." he mumbled, pressing a kiss into your thigh, making you slap him lightly with a towel.
"ow!"
over the month, you were inseparable. dynamic clearly shifting, he was no longer a shadow, but he was your boyfriend, present in every dimension of your life.
at shoots, he stood and watched, not from the shadows, but now from a director's chair with your name on it, going over security briefing notes, or more often than not, watching you with a pride that made your cheeks a soft pink.
dueing breaks, he didn't linger at the service table; he'd walk right onto the set, handing you a customised coffee, and kissing you softly, not caring about the crew's judgmental looks. "missed you," he'd whisper, as if you both were weeks apart.
in meetings, he sat beside you, not behind you. when a brand executive talked down to you, it wasn't you who stood up for yourself, but sunghoon. voice cold and lethally polite, would cut through the sharp air. "i'd reconsider your tone when you're talking to my girlfriend." the room would go silent, he wasn't just someone working for you, but someone who cared about you.
in the car, the drives were no longer silent; they were loud and bubbly. his hand would rest on your thigh, his thumb stroking absently as he scrolled through emails, while you talked about the drama inside the modelling scene, or you'd doze off with your head on his shoulder, lulled off by the way he would talk about his past careers before working for you.
the public saw a possessive bodyguard who'd crossed a line, but they didn't see the man who had learned how to braid your hair before bed to keep it from tangling, or the one who had a whole notes app dedicated to you and what you hated or enjoyed. they saw a scandal, while you saw someone hopelessly devoted to you.
he was there for you when you needed someone to hang onto, he was there when you needed someone to laugh with. he was also there when you got an invitation to go to one of the most luxurious galleries in hong kong.
the venue was a sleek, members-only gallery, all white walls and whispered conversations. you were on sunghoon's arm, wearing a silver and long dress, you practically felt like royalty. he was in a tuxedo, looking less like a bodyguard, and more like your future.
and for the first hour, it was perfect. you moved through the crowd together, you sipped champagne, admired the rather confusing art pieces and laughed at a few, you exchanged polite smiles with well-known models and artists.
sunghoon's hand never left your back, something that made you warm and comfortable. this was something you havent even dared to think about outside of your dreams, but here you are, the two of you, in this gallery full of famous people, only belonging to each other.
it felt like you lived on cloud nine.
until you felt his hand leave your back.
he leaned down, his lips pressed against your cheek softly. "i just got a text, i need to find the head of security," he murmured, voice a warm rumble. "two minutes, okay? don't move from this spot."
you nodded, a warm fuzz growing in your stomach, giving his arm a tight squeeze. "okay, hoon."
he shot you a look that was filled with affection and a small warning as he melted into the crowd with a silent elegancy.
you turned back to try and admire the banana tapped onto the wall, sipping your drink as your mind wandered. what the fuck is this and who bought it.
"a work of art looking at another work of art, huh?" a smooth voice hummed beside you.
your face scrunched, to see a man, tall and his hair a ashy brown, holding a business car between his fingers like he was trying to tell you a secret. "lee heeseung. i've been trying to get an introduction from you all night. your energy… is just wow."
he let out a soft hum, gaze flickering rather dismissively towards the direction sunghoon had gone. "right, mr. park? he seems like… a dedicated bodyguard, doesn't he? a bit intense for a place like this, don't you think?" he laughed, taking half a step closer to you, invading the space that sunghoon always maintained around you. "a masterpiece like you shouldn't be hidden by some… shadow. i'm having an after-party on my room, very exclusive. private. the view is undeniable. you look like you could use a taste of freedom."
your skin crawled at his words. you opened your mouth, you were about yell at him, tell him to stop, when the air around you shifted. the temperature didn't just drop, it congealed. you felt him before you even saw him.
sunghoon had returned, he stood fifteen feet away, his face from loving now carved into fury. he wasn't looking at you. his whole being was focused on heeseung, on the distance between you two, on the way he was leaning into your space. you saw the instant transformation of sunghoon in a detail you never wanted to see: the way all the colour drained from his pale face, his knuckles clencing into his fists, nails piercing the skin of his palm slightly, the strain in his neck, the blankess that filled his features.
then, without a word, he had turned and walked away. not towards you, but away. and you swore you could see his eyes cloud up. he cut through the body of people with sharp, angry steps, heading straight for the outdoor bar, by the balcony.
your heart sank at the view. he was leaving you there, with this parasite. this idiot. fine. that was fucking fantastic.
you turend back to heeseung, smile now sharp enough to cut paper. "mr. lee," you said, voice dripping with poision. "let me be perfectly clear. the only thing im interested in is you getting the hell out of my sight. if your brain was as intellegant as the way you spoke, you'd have noticed the man you insulted could practically break you in more ways than your money could ever fix!" you cheered, clasping your hands together. "now, you will turn around, and you'll walk away. and if you so much as think of my name again, i'll personally ensure the only thing you'd be reciving is a punch into that cocklette of yours."
the colour drained from his face, the smug confidence evaporating in a second. his hands flew to his clothed cock, as he stammered something with a red face and fled.
with a huff, you turned around, gaze pinned to the bar by the balcony. and there, you could see your handsome boyfriend against the night skies and a… girl. she was stunning, wearing a blood-red drss and her hair flowing in confident curves. you watched as she smiled, tilting her head.
she had said something, touching his forearm lightly with a pout. sunghoon simply nodded, face masked of a polite attention. he didn't take a step back, nor did he look uncomfortable. he just listened to her.
a hot, prickling feeling crawled up your neck. jealousy.
you swallowed the lump in your throat as you cut through the crowd, steps quickening by the second. as you got closer, you could hear her velvety voice.
"…you poor thing, it must be so demanding, a job like yours. all that focus. all that strength." she let her gaze travel over his shoulders in lust. "you look like you could handle anything."
sunghoon gave a single, acknowledging nod. "situational assessments and de-escalation are key components of being a bodyguard, yes.."
you almost choked at his words.
she laughed a flirtatious sound, leaning in closer to him. "i'm sure. i feel so much safer just talking to you. maybe you could give me a private lesson sometime, hm? i have a penthouse with a… very complex security system."
sunghoon's brows furrowed slightly, as if he was given a math problem. "i don't do private residential consultations… but my firm could refer you to a qualified specialist."
that was it, that tiny, meaningless gesture, after the build up of jealousy you'd just witness in him, was enough to fuel the tank.
(not so) calmly, you turned, back facing the scene. you watched as a waiter walked past you, allowing you to place the flute glass down, loud enough it made an echoing sound. you took large steps as you collected your clutch and the faux fur wrap from the coat rack with a smile, nodding at the attendant.
you moved through the lobby like a ghost, one untouchable and icy. your hands struggling to push the heavy doors into the cool night, the cities sound welcoming you made your head pound, silencing the sufforcating murmurs of the gallery behind you. you took a deep, shuttering breath as you took a step in your heels. you'd walk home in them if you had to.
you'd had made it exactly five steps away from the building when a familiar black car slid right beside you, the tinted window rolling down with a soft 'vrrr' sound.
he was inside.
you didn't know how, he was there so quick but you didn't mention it. he didn't lean foward, wasn't straining to see you. he was reclined in the leather seat, one arm draped along the back of the seat. you could see his eyes glancing at you with a unreadable emotion.
"get in."
his voice was quiet. flat. devoided of the rage you had heard, the warmth you craved. it was the voice he used to state facts. fork found in the kitchen. sky is blue. get in.
you stopped, letting out a huff and lifting your chin. "you don't get to do that. you don't get to walk away when some creep was all over me, then just show up and give me orders when you get jealous."
"he touched you?" the question was sharp, body going rigid.
"not the point!" you shot back, voice trembling. "the point is, you left. she showed up, and you— you actually acknowledged her! answered her when she flirted with you."
there was a second of silence, one that stretched for too long. "she asked about the job, i told her i'll refer her back to my company. that's all it was."
it sounded reasonable. it was most likely the truth. but your jealousy was already powered up, risen through the roof. "well, it didn't look like nothing. not after what i saw on your face. not after you walked away from me!"
he winced softly when you yelled at him. that was the first time he's ever heard you raised your voice. "get in the car." he repeated, the command now quiet and weaker, straining at the edges. "we'll talk at home."
"no." the word was final. you took a step back, away from him and the car. "i'm not getting in that car. i'm going to walk, and be alone. and you don't get to stop me this time."
as you started to turn, you saw it. the fracture in the dim light, you saw the mask crack. his eyes were widening, just a fraction, the way they started to cloud with something raw and painful. his lips parted as if to speak, but nothing came out. for the first time, he had nothing to say.
he said nothing; he just stared. the patient confidence drained from his posture, leaving something hollow in his place.
with the lack of silence you caused, you turned on your heel. you didn't look back, just started to walk away. the sharp clicking of your heel on the pavement is loud and echoes against the night. you expected to hear the car door slam, expected his footsteps to be swept up and carried off despite all your protests.
but, none of that happened. you only heard the soft hum of the car window rolling up. then the whisper of tires driving off, leaving you alone on the sidewalk.
your words, now hollow and sucking at your chest with regret. you walked, the cold air a slap against your skin with each step. he had let you go. not on his own will, but because you had asked him to, and you had no idea how to come back from that.
—
the silence of the penthouse was different as you shut the door. it was heavy, a familiar silence, one usually filled with his quiet presences, the rustle of paperwork, the soft click of the glass being set down, the quiet whines for your attention, the low hum of his breath as he slept. now, it was replaced by the silence of your own breath.
you hadn't even bothered with the lights. you'd kick of your ruined heels at the door, the silver dress pooling around you like it was a sack as you sank onto the cold leather sofa. you didn't cry, just stared at the black tv screen, seeing nothing yet feeling everything.
the minutes blended into hours, the ice that ran through your veins had dissapeared, behind replaced by a needy ache. you had replayed it all, the way he had stilled, turned and left you, your own sharp words, the hury in his eyes before the window rolled up. the anger had burnt up, leaving only regret.
your fingers came to your lips, teeth instantly biting against your manicured nails. the sound only interuptted by a soft single knock.
not the key in the lock, not the soft beep of a security system.
just a soft knock.
your heart stuttered, then began a frantic rhythm against your ribs. he had never knocked, this was his house, their house, he had keys, codes, face recognition.
the knock came agian, this time a little harder. not impatient, but almost insistent.
slowly, as if moving through quick sand, you stood up. the silk pooled around your legs as you padded barefoot across the cold floor. you didn't turn on the foyer lights. you stood by the door, hand hovering over the handle.
you could see the shadow of someone standing in the hallway through the peephole. tall, broad-shouldered, head slightly bowed. you knew who it was.
with a gulp, you pulled the door open.
sunghoon stood there, barely in his tuxedo, a bouquet of flowers in his hand. his tie was loose, the jacket long gone, his buttons undone. his hair was disheveled, as if he had ran his hands through it for hours. he wasn't looking at the door when it opened, he was staring at the floor, where your feet were.
he didn't move to enter, but his head slowly lifted up to look at yours. his composure long gone and replaced by vulnerability. his eyes were red-rimmed, a sign he cried, his hands wrapped around the bouquet, shaking.
your breath hitched, the sound painfully loud in the quiet hallway. the sight was too much. it shattered the last of your own pride. without a word, without metting his eyes, you moved to push the door shut. it wasnt a slam, but a poor attempt to block out the heartbreaking image infront of you.
a soft, pained escaped him, a silence wince. then, his foot, covered in a polished leather, now ruined from walking, slid into the narrow gap, stopping the door from closing. his hand gently resting against the wood.
"please—"
the word was a ragged breath, something fractured. it wasn't his usual demands, but a plea, one from a place so deep it hurted, leaving no room for pride and games.
"please— y/n," he whispered, voice breaking on your name. he leaned his forehead against the door, eyes squeezing shut instantly. "let me in, let me talk—"
the bouquet of flowers, forgotten in his over hand, brushed against the door frame. he was holding onto it like a lifeline, the only thing he thought to bring as an apology now crushed.
"sunghoon, i dont—"
"please, y/n i promise—" his voice cracked, you could hear his voice waver. the words trembling in his throat. "i'll be… i'll be a good boy."
your eyes flew wide, your face flooding with heat in an instant. a good boy? the phrase, coming from someone like him, was oddly… hot? it sparked something low in your belly, a confusing clash of heartbreak and thrill. what was happening right now?
"i'll— i'll do anything, baby." he pleaded, the words rough in the tense space between the door and the frame. he pushed the door future open, just enough do his eyes found yours. and you could tell he was desperate, there was a sense of vulnerability behind him, and you were the one who saw it. "for you. to accept my apology, i'll be quiet if i have to! i'll obey. just, tell me what you want."
this was no longer a plea for forgiveness. it was an offer, a surrender of himself. he was begging to be let in at any cost. the word 'obey' didnt just hang in the air, it snapped something between the two of you.
you didn't move to open the door wider, you held his gaze through the narrow gap, your own breaths shallow. "you'll be quiet?" you repeated, voice dropping to a low, testing murmur.
he nodded, a sharp, desperate jerk of his chin. "yes, shit. anything."
"even if i don't want you to speak?" you asked, the sentence laced with a new, unfamiliar authority.
a shudder ran through him, his eyes, still red, darkened with an understanding that wasn't just about forgiveness. he let out a soft whine, nodding at your words. "even then," he breathed.
with a new recognition, you slowly released the pressure on the door. he didn't rush; he just pushed it enough for him to slide through, closing the door softly behind him, the final click sealing you both in the dim foyer.
he towered over you, yet it didn't intimade you, rather it empowered you. you could see the soft tremble on his body as he waited. you reached out and took the crushed flowers from his shaking hand, your fingers brushed against his. tossing the flowers onto the table without looking away from him.
"kneel."
the words were a soft command, and he didn't hesitate. sunghoon, your bodyguard, park sunghoon, had sank to his knees on the marble floor. his head bowed, broad shoulders tensed up.
the sight was beautiful, one that made you realise you had power over him, and he would'nt stop you.
you took a step closer, the hem of your dress brushing his bent knee. you let your gingertips trail from his temple, down to the line of his jaw, tipping his face up to yours. his eyes were glossy and shaking, making you smirk.
"you walked away from me tonight," you said, thumb brushing his lower lip. "you let me think you didn't care about me."
a pained distraught sound escaped his throat. "i care too much, baby. it destroys me."
you let out a soft laugh, your hand going to grip his hair lightly. "then show me," you whispered.
that was all he needed. his hand came up to grasp your hips, not to pull you down, but to anchor himself as he leaned foward, face pressed in the fabric that covered your stomach. his breath was hot and whiney. "i'm sorry," he murmured, words vibrating against your skin. "'m so sorry, i'll never do it again. i'll be good for you. so so good."
his voice was raw, and desperate. he turned his head, lips seeking the skin of your hip bone, kissing you through the silk. his hand slid around your lower back until you were pulled closer and cradled by him. "please…" he whined into you, unsure himself of what he wanted.
you let out a small coo at his words, helping him get you out of the dress. your hands fumbled with the zip at the back before shrugging the dress down, revealing the matching lace bra and thong you had one, the ones that made him water at the mouth. "y'know, babe. i was going to surprise you, but you've been such a bad boy."
the words bad boy rung in his ear, making him wince like a puppy. shaking his head instantly, tears threatning to slip. "nonono, please— i havent." his hands travelled around your hips, tugging at the waistband of your thong. the rough fingers feel desperate and needy.
a warm laugh vibrated through your chest as you let him peel the lace down your legs, his mouth watering at every inch revealed. "you're soso pretty, baby." he murmured, kissing the inner corner of your thigh.
your fingers threaded through his dark hair, not gently but filled with possessiveness that made him cry. you leaned back against the cool wall of the foyer for support. "show me how good you'll be for me," you whispered, command dark against the quiet penthouse.
a broken needy sound tore from his throat, a whine that was filled with surrender. he didn't hesitate. his hands tightened against your hips, holding you steady as he leaned in, mouth on your slicked hole in an instant, no teasing, nothing. a low moan vibrated against your core as his tongue lapped a desperate stripe through your slick, as if drinking you down was the only thing that could save him.
the taste of you seemed to push him more, a ragged groan echoed through your skin, as his arms wrap around your thighs to pull you even more firmly against his mouth. he wasn't skilled or practiced, rather hungry. his tongue worked on you with a worshipful intensity, his nosse pressed against you, breathing you in like you were his only source of air.
every lap, every suck, was a silent plea, one that wanted to demonstrate his promise. i'll be good, see? i'll be so good.
his fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs, leaving small nail indents, as you arched into his mouth with a sharp cry, the combination of emotion and way was brutual, short-circuiting your thoughts. this was forgiveness, punishment and pleasure at once.
you felt his tongue dip deep in you, a throbbing pulse. then, as it manuvered through your gummy walls, it found the spot that made you moan louder than usual. the heat rushing through you and walls fluttering around the sudden feeling. he was mercilessly thorough, his tongue stroking a slow deep path before curling.
you let out a sharp gasp from your throat as he pratically abused it, hsi tongue flattening and pressing against your g-spot until the sensation was almost too much pleasure.
"fuck," you moaned out, the words broken. "you— you're so good."
the praise rushed through him, your hand fisted in his hair, tugging harshly as he groaned against you. the vibrating sound travelling staight to your core, the pain fueling him even more. his efforts redoubled, his tongue working faster, more accureatly, his lips sealed around your clit to suck gently, then harder.
you felt him shift, you heard the rustle of the fabric. then you felt it, the thick, hard line of his erection against your foot. the choked, desperate moan he let out was muted by your cunt, but you felt that as well, the way it mingled with the friction of his tongue.
the senstation was relentless, the wet heat between your legs and the view of sunghoon under you, proof of his own arousal, pushed you to the edge. your hips began to move as if they had a mind of their own, meeting the rhythm of his mouth, your breath came in ragged sobs.
he was worshipping you, serving you as if he was made to, and getting off on your foot from the sheer act of it. the power was intoxication, one where you were both completely lost in the storm you created. your body twitched occasionally, your head hung low as you felt your orgasm approaching. "such a good boy for me—" you groaned, liquid spilling out of you and down your thigh in an instant.
sunghoon's mouth just there to catch it for you, not spilling a single drop. his hips slowly starting to move like a dog on your foot. moans and whimpers escaping his lips as he felt his own orgasm approaching fast.
your cheast heaved as you watched him, how pathetic he looked. the grip in his hair was more powerful than ever as his hips stuttered, cumming in his boxers. "good boy, came just for me, didn't you?" you mocked, stroking his hair like he your pet.
he whined at your praise, a high, needy sound you'd never heard from him before, leaning into your touch as his teeth grazed your inner thigh in a possessive bite. "yes, yes yes! 'm your good boy, doll, please…!" he cried, looking up at you with the most devastatingly earnest doe eyes you had ever seen.
you could feel the hard line of his cock straining and growing against his trousesrs, pressing into your foot. a low laugh escaping you, the sound of pure power. "eager, aren't we?"
"only for you, princess." he gasped, his hips giving a tiny, involuntary rock against your foot. "always for you."
"c'mere, baby," you hummed, voice dropping to a velvet command. your hands fisted in the crisp, ruined collar of his tuxedo shirt, and you pulled. he rose to his feet in one fluid, powerful motion, his body towering over you, all heat and trembling in his muscles.
but you didn't let him look. you pulled him down, your grip harsh, bringing him face level with yours. his breath came in pants, lips glossy and parted, his eyes dazed with a desperate hunger and surrender.
"let me ride you," you murmured, your nose brushing against his, the words a hot promise against his mouth. "right here, right now. you're going to be so good and let me take what i want, arent you?"
a shudder was visible against his body. he nodded, frantic, beyond words, as his large hands came to cradle your face with a frantic tension. "all yours," he choked out, the words sounding like a cry. "however you want me. however you need me. i'm all yours."
with a slow, wicked smile, you tighted your grip on his hand and pulled. he followed without any resistance, trailing him. you led him towards the cool leather sofa that you earlier sat on, thinking about the very guy you were about to fuck.
with a gentle yet firm push, he sank back onto it, his own eyes wide and dazed, fixated on you. you didn't hesitate, straddling his hips in on smooth motion, settling your weight directly over the growing hardness straining against his trousers.
a gasp escaped him, his hands flying down to your thighs to steady you, grip brusining in intensity. the damp heat of you, had left a dark stain on the wool, but his eyes never left your face. he didnt care about the fabric, the mess, anything,. he had you on him, around him, and that was where he'd only want to exist.
without a word, your gaze locked onto his, your hands slid down the hard planes of his stomach, fingers working quickly of his belt, the buckle obscenely loud. you pushed his trousers and boxers down in one swift efficient motion, with the aide of his hips, a silent yet desperate cooperation.
his cock sprang free, thick and flushed as it slapped against his stomach. beads of precum glistening against the night's light.
"aww," you giggled, the sound dark yet as sweet as honey. you hooked a finger, against his cock, letting it drag against your warm slit. making him jerk in an instant.
you leaned fowards, one hand braced on his shoulder, lips a breath away from his. "is this what you want?" you whispered, voice a promise. "to be quiet and take what he's given by me?"
he could only manage a ragged, choking nod, jaw clenched so hard the muscle ticked in his cheek. his eyes pools of pure need, all his earlier sobbing tears turned into ones of desire. he was absolutely beautiful like this, under you. pleading for you.
you kissed his cheek softly, before guiding his cock into you, the thickness of his tip already enough to make you feel the sting as you pushed down slowly. earning a moan from the both of you, how the heat of your walls wrapped around his cock and the way the pain stretched you.
it was one of the most intoxicating feelings you'd ever known. the solid weight of him underneath you, the way your body settled perfectly against his, that unmistakable, thrilling pressure in your lower belly.
your eyes drifted down, watching the subtle, undeniable shift of your stomach with a deep breath he took. a smirk, wicked and satisfied, touched your lips as you looked up at him through your lashes, feigning innocence.
"look at you," you purred, your own hips giving a tiny, deliberate roll, drawing a sharp, choked gasp from him. "filling me up just like the good boy you promised to be, yeah?"
he nodded rapidly, his eyes wide and dark, fixated on your face. the words seemed beyond him, the hands on your hips werent there to guide anymore, they were there to cling. his fingers pressed into the silk hard enough that you knew there would be marks there later, something to prove his desperation, his need to be good for you.
"ah, ah, ah. use your words, sunghoon," you whispered, leaning foward to brush your nose against his. "tell me."
a sharp inhale tore from him. "yes," he managed, the word strained. "yes. good boy. for you, only you."
the admission so raw and submissive, sent a fresh wave of heat through you. you captured his lips in a kiss filled of possession, swallowing his whimpers and the taste of salt from his earlier tears. he kissed you back with a helpless intensity, large hands trembling as they slid up your back, holding you to him as if you were the only thing in his world.
your hips rolled against his for one last time, until you lifted yourself up, almost completely, drawing a broken, needy sound from his throat. his grip on you tightened, not to force you back, but as a plea, not to let go.
and you answered it.
you slammed back down in a single, pistoned motion that punched the air from his lungs. a shattered moan was torn from him, head falling back to thud against the plush pillow behind him, eyes squeezing shit. his body had locked entirely, back arching at the way you repeatedly dropped down on him like it'd be the last thing you'd ride.
"look at me," you commanded, your own voice breathless.
his eyes flew open, glassy and overwhelmed with pleasure. they were dazed, worshipful, wrecked.
"see?" you breathed, beginning the ruthless thrusts down onto his cock, each lift a teasing promise of return. "this is what happens when you're good, you get to feel everything. you get to have this."
he could only nod, his ability to speak gone. his words weren't just narrowed anymore, but defined by this, by your punishing and sloppy thrusts onto his cock. but how you watched him come completely apart.
you felt his cock twitch inside of you, a sign he'd come soon. "don't." your voice warned, strong and raspy, making him whine and cry, fingers tightening. "wait for me, baby, okay?"
he could only nod, as he tried his best to hold it in. his cock twitched as your movement became faster, a hand going to rub your clit softly for a faster orgasm, stomach and walls clenching around his cock. "feels good, yeah?" you moaned, biting your lips.
"yesyesyes, so good—!" he cried, waiting for your command.
your hips stuttered as you let out a loud wail, a gush of strong liquid seeping down onto him, walls clenching him tightly that he couldn't even wait, his own cock twitching as he shot ropes of white cum inside of you. your juices mixed, as his hands tightened and bruised your waist.
after a quick second of silence, which felt like forever, you looked up at his dazed face, tears streaming down, lips puffy and red, and chest heaving softly.
╰➤ park jongseong & reader
featuring tarae (vocalist & rhythm guitar), beomgyu (keys), jake (lead guitarist), ni-ki (drummer)
synopsis it almost felt like you lost yourself when you lost the love of your life. you took a break from music and you couldn't function all by yourself. however, you were forced to get it together when your bandmates forced you into a gig, and after thinking about it hard, you decided you would dedicate one last song to him.
genre breakup, sad?, bittersweet, jay is your ex, reader is in a band
warnings not proofread, nothing much lmk if i missed anything
word count 1.3k
cly's note hello guys! it's been FIVE whole months since i have posted, hope you guys have been okay! my passion for writing is slowly coming back but i'm not exactly sure if i'll be 100% back from my hiatus, but for now take this fic. bare w me if it's rushed or has mistakes
now playing about you — the 1975
You blew your fringe away from your forehead, your hairs slowly landing at the side of your forehead as you heard the crowd cheer outside. With one hand resting on the bass fretboard, you used your finger to push in your IEMs, ensuring they were secured. Your bandmates sensed your tension, exhcanging knowing glances as one of them, Ni-ki, the drummer, approached you and patted your back. You didn't have to voice out any words, but they all knew the pain your heart felt.
You were broken up with.
And to make things worse?
It was on good terms.
Now you can't go through a single damn day, wishing that he'd wrong you in some way to give you a reason to hate him. But knowing him? It was impossible — he was an angel. Irritatingly perfect. So. Fucking. Flawless.
Even his flaws seemed perfect — it made him, him.
It made Park Jongseong the way he was.
But now he was gone, and even though it's been 3 months, you still haven't managed to build a strong foundation to stand by yourself.
Hearing people speak into your IEMs, you knew it was time to rock the stage, with a broken heart or not. That same broken heart prayed that deep-down.. he'd be there.
Watch you.
You'd put on your biggest smile to make him think you've moved on. Put on the "I'm way happier without you!" act.
But you knew very well you'd be thankful to see him. Even if it was just one single glance.
You both shared an intense love for music, and originally both of you were in the same band, but the band eventually fell apart, everyone focusing on their other bands. But regardless, that never stopped you. Here you were, few minutes away from being on stage.
Feeling a pat on your back, your head shot up and you made eye contact with Ni-ki, receiving the silent reassuring smile which was comforting. With all the energy you had left, you returned a weak smile and your eyes lingered over your other members, Tarae, Beomgyu and Yujin.
"Rock the stage girl, just like you always have," Beomgyu commented slyly, walking past you coldly but you knew he meant well.
You lifted your hands, your palms facing you as you stared at it, being lost in thought for a few seconds before you quickly clenched your hands, forming a fist intensely and feeling even your short fingernails pierce your skin. You huffed out, shaking your head as you tucked a fringe behind your hair, quickly following behind your other members as the crowd emerged louder, elated at the appearance of you and your band.
As the light hit your face, you are met with the scene of people cheering for you. For a second, you forgot your pain and worries, and you quickly brushed your hair back, doing last-minute checkups on the instruments then exchanging glances with your members.
Tarae, your vocalist and rhythm guitarist, started to introduce the band one by one, building the hype in the crowd and eventually kicking it off with your setlist.
"Did any of ya'll just come from a flight?! 'Cause I'm definitely feeling.." Tarae teased.
Jetlagged!
And there your band goes, playing Jet Lag by Simple Plan & Natasha Bedingfield.
Then Brazil by Declan McKenna.
Kilby Girl by The Backseat Lovers.
Song after song, your heart grew more and more content, feeling your body blend into the music. Drown, even. You were having the time of your life, re-living the joy you felt everytime you were on stage.
"And that was Everybody Talks by Neon Trees! But I'm sure you all already knew that!" Tarae interacted with the crowd, impressed by how he still has energy after all of that.
You knew your set was coming to an end, and you knew what was to come. Tarae glanced at you for a split second, signalling you that it was your turn. Your turn to shine.
Your turn to sing.
And it was the song you specially requested.
About You by The 1975.
You quickly snapped back to reality, the ache in your heart slowly snaking back into your heart as your eyes scanned the crowd, looking for that one specific person, but it was futile.
You don't know how many times you scanned the crowd, only to see people you were fairly acquinted with. Disappointment seeped in, but you tried to brush the thought away. He has the right to not come — you guys weren't even together anymore.
But will he choose to see your spark come back on stage after being on hiatus after the breakup?
Your lips vibrated as you shook your head, trying to force your eyes to suck the tears back in.
"And I know the songs we've chosen have been chaotic and fun! But to end the night off, we decided we wanted to go.. slow," Tarae spoke.
You put your face to the mic, "If you've ever been sad.. hurt.. heartbroken by a person, then this one's to you. I'm sure we'll have our person that we think of, and this is About You".
The crowd slowly grew less chaotic with some people in the crowd having empty and sad expressions on their faces. Some people clung to each other as they swayed slowly, moving with the guitar riff that started the song. It was almost like the crowd was sharing the pain you felt — sharing the hurt, loneliness, regret you handled alone.
And it felt oddly reassuring. Comforting.
"I know a place
It's somewhere I go when I need to remember your face"
You felt unjudged, free, vulnerable, and you were thankful you had the opportunity to turn your pain to something beautiful. Artistic. Musical.
Your heart grew heavy with each lyrics, feeling the tears well in your eyes but you held it in.
"Do you think I have forgotten?"
His face started to appear in your head, but you felt your face grow cold when you spotted a familiar being in the crowd.
"Do you think I have forgotten?"
The familar being that you so-wanted to watch you, but now that he's actually here, you don't know what to do?
Jay looked at you with a sad smile, knowing the meaning and hurt behind those lyrics.
"Do you think I have forgotten —"
Fuck. Do you smile? Do you pretend you're happy? Do you..
"About you?"
And before you knew it, the tears continuously rolled down your cheeks effortlessly. The ache you thought was diluted crashed your heart again. Your fingers that were effortlessly playing the bass just a moment ago froze still.
Your eyebrows frowned upwards as you bit your lip, staring at him only.
You became lightheaded. Your mind became hazy. Your vision was blurry from all the tears that were coming out non-stop.
Your bandmates quickly noticed your state and professionally stepped in, covering all the upcoming lyrics as you used all your energy and effort to play the bassline.
When your set was ending, Tarae was giving his closing speech, but when you looked at the same spot he was at, he was gone. Almost as if he was never there. Your heart grew more disappointed. Maybe you were hallucinating him being there?
As Tarae closed off your set, you started to tear down the set, since your band was the closing segment of the event. You quickly recovered from your state, helping out and coiling the wires around.
As you were about to walk backstage with all the equipment, your eyes scanned the now-empty audience section and there he was. Standing all alone, watching you closely with a sad look in his eyes.
You stared at him with the same empty expression, but used all your left-over energy to smile.
Jay's eyes softened and the ends of his mouth curved up ever-so-slightly. Almost as if he was saying 'I'm proud of you'.
Is this his official goodbye?
You genuinely laughed in joy for the first time in this night. Your smile became wide and genuine, magically feeling all the weight on your shoulders disappear.
But before you knew it, you glanced one more time before making your way to back stage.
This is goodbye.
extra note alsooo i KNOW i have another fic dedicated to this song but i js had to write another
i've been really inactive and i thought that i should say something (though i highly doubt anyone is gonna read this)! i know i've said that i was coming up with a fic, but i've honestly lost my passion for writing even though it hasn't been a year since i've started this account.
i still do think about writing from time to time but it wasn't as enjoyable as it used to be. i'm also really busy irl cos i have a lot of commitments and i also need to focus on my studies.
i won't quit, but i'll be on hiatus because i definitely still want to come back to writing!
thank you all for all the support you've given me, i was truly happy for the short duration i was active LOL. see you guys when i come back!
Synopsis : When secret love letters get exposed, your world flips, three boys, tangled feelings, and friendships that start to feel like something more. Nothing's the same anymore — and neither are you.
i just finished my boynextdoor concert recently lol im having severe post-concert depression my screentime yesterday shot up from 6hrs usually to 13-14
╰➤ sim jaeyun x reader
featuring wonyoung, liz, giselle, literally the whole of bnd, rei, chan
synopsis having nothing to do in girls night, you and your gals decided that downloading a dating app would be absolutely perfect to spice up your lives. seeing the males on the dating app, you get violently irked out until you see someone who seems at least half-decent, which so happens to be a guy named "Sim Jaeyun" and it kicks off with him! until you.. start feeling the need.. to.. push away.
genre looots of banter, romance, comedy, enemies to lovers, reader has a chaotic friendgroup, dating app, coffee shop, overseas trip, slowburn, reader is chaotic and loud at times, lots of coincidences/surprises, jake is annoying as fuck and super sarcastic lol, reader is awkward with new people and daydreams a lot, did i mention banter?, camping/out in the forest, they both secretly do things for each other, jake loves astronomy and seeing the stars, somewhat heated confrontation!, alone in the pool, dancing, partially proofread(?)
word count 17,836
warning reader has an avoidant attachment lol, did i already say avoidant attachment?, vulnerability, ghosting, reader has to face her attachment issues, mentions of death/wanting to die, mentions of anxiety, LOTS of cursing, "go to hell", like one suggestive joke, mentions of stalking, jake mocks her attachment/issues, joking use of "i'm going to kill you", lmk if i missed anything
cly's note i'm so happy this is done. i had this idea since last year november i had so much fun writing certain parts and you can definitely tell which, but i despised the other parts LOL omygosh i hate this sm but hope yall can enjoy it. ive been so inactive so this is my return!
now playing rollercoaster - bleachers
"You are such a rollercoaster, and a killer queen you are"
“Hey, how ‘bout Wony goes next?” Liz exclaimed, and everyone silently agreed. Wonyoung reached her hand out towards the bottle that was sitting in the centre, twisting her hand and spinning it.
You and your friend group was having a girl’s night, and you all were planning to gossip and have fun all night, but it turns out the current situation was the exact opposite. Everyone’s eyes watched as the bottle spun, the speed of the bottle gradually slowing down as it eventually stopped at..
You.
“Y/N, truth or dare?” Wonyoung shot at you, her tone slightly uninterested and you shrugged.
“I dunno, truth, I guess?”
Everyone remained silent, waiting for someone to come up with a genius question that would make you reveal things about you that they didn’t know about.
Which was practically impossible.
The entire friend group have been together with each other for about 4 years, and even despite being separated by going to college, keeping up with each other wasn’t difficult, and hence, everyone knew everything about each other.
“Any.. questions?” you called out, in hopes that someone would miraculously have a fun question that hasn’t been asked already.
“Not really, no. We already know everything about you,” Giselle, who was sitting across from you, answered.
“Would you date any guy from your class?” Liz enthusiastically questioned, almost as if she didn’t already know your answer.
“No. They’re all either weird, ugly, or have a bad personality,” you sternly responded, your tone disappointed.
Everyone sighed at the expected answer, either leaning back or just scratching their heads.
“This is so boring,” Wonyoung bluntly said, puffing air on one side of her cheek and though it was harsh, she was right.
“Isn’t there anything fun to do?” you questioned, completely leaning backwards and laying back on the cold tiled floor, staring at the ceiling. It was dark outside, and you wanted to make the most out of your time before you go home, since meet ups with them were quite rare.
“Nah man, we already know everything about each other, there’s nothing to ask,” Giselle responded, going on her phone and scrolling.
“This sucks, no fun thing, no fun love life. Why’re all the guys in our classes so damn ugly?” you whined, letting out a loud sigh afterwards and resting your arm on your forehead.
“Hey, I might’ve found something fun,” Giselle muttered, as her finger stopped scrolling.
“What did you say?” Wonyoung responded, her eyes shooting up to Giselle, her expression curious.
“Dating apps!” Giselle announced.
“C’mon bro, that’s so bori-”
“Let’s see how many people like our profile in 24 hours, how ‘bout that?” Giselle exclaimed, clearly proud at her idea.
Everyone rose up from their half-alive state, unitedly looking at Giselle as if she had just suggested the most thrilling and juiciest activity.
Liz questioned, "Aren't guys there like.. creeps?".
"Well, sure! But not all of them!" Giselle exclaimed, feeling proud at her idea.
“I mean, why not right?” you giggled, finally feeling alive after having the most boring truth-or-dare session.
And that was how you were on your study table, scrolling on your phone using that very same dating app.
Even after the 24th hour mark and comparing the number of likes each of you got, you were still scrolling through the profiles, either liking them and rejecting them.
You knew people on the app weren't so.. proper, but you were looking forward to it because of new experiences and fun, and who knows? You might even find 'the one' here. 'The one' who you're fated to be with, and go through everything with.
Your eyebrows raised as the profiles kept coming in non-stop, anticipating that you'd find someone at least half-decent. So far, all of the profiles are all fuckboys who don't show their face on their profile with bios like "Let's fuck" or "FWBs??".
Fuck no. Absolutely not.
Either that, or boys who full on show their body and stick out their tongues like some frat boys. You couldn't tell which one irked you more.
You sighed, your finger hovering over the dislike button. And that was when you saw it.
"Jaeyun Sim | Jake", and it was photo of a male who looked genuine. In the first photo, he was holding the strap to this big.. fluffy.. cute dog?
Wow, he's cute. The dog, actually. Or is the dog a girl? Whatever.
And him too you could say — this.. "Jake".
Intrigued by this profile, you scrolled through his photos. The first photo was him walking his supposed dog, then as you swiped, you're met with him cuddling his dog and having a surprisingly cute smile. Then the next, he's wearing a white long sleeve, and he seems to be in a field..? And it seems to be sunset with how the background is a pinkish-grey sky.
Shit. He's kinda cute.
"Here just for fun! Loves music, just wanna vibe here tbh. Friends!".
Your eyes wandered as you thought about pressing the like button.
It's just once.
What's the worst that could happen?
Your finger slowly hovered over the button as you thought about pressing it, suddenly feeling hesitant, but in a quick second you forced your finger down and you instantly squaled, turning your phone and facing it downwards flat on your table.
You had to take a breather, processing what you just did and realising the whole situation. You sighed and relaxed your shoulders — it wasn't that serious right? He didn't actually know you right? Whatever. This whole thing isn't that serious.
And your whole perspective flipped when you heard your phone go off, your hands instantly flipping it upwards and seeing that he messaged. Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped, surprised at the instant response and you stared at the screen for a second, mentally preparing yourself.
simjaeeejake liked your profile.
You both matched! Start chatting now!
simjaeeejake : HEYYY WASSUP
You stared at the message, biting your lips as you started to type.
y/n : YOOOO
y/n : how r u!
simjaeeejake : TIRED.
simjaeeejake : But we gotta stay LOCKED IN!
You puffed up your cheeks, feeling intimidated yet impressed at his immediate and energetic response.
y/n : AS U SHOULD!
He didn't respond immediately so you started to think if your response was over the top.
Oh shit, did he think you were a weirdo?
simjaeeejake : YEAHH
simjaeeejake : I'm jake by the way
Nevermind. All's good.
y/n : i'm y/n l/n
y/n : just call me y/n
You were slightly smiling, feeling slightly excited because he matched your energy well.
And that's how you talked to him for not one. Not two. But three hours straight. You didn't even know you had that much socialising power in you, you felt like 30 minutes of conversation with someone you knew was draining, but here you were, talking to someone for 3 hours straight.
And would you be surprised if I said the talking became a daily? Not 3 hours though — that'd be a stretch, but still — daily. You'd found out that he was in your neighbouring university, the universities only being separated by a few train stops, and that he really likes astronomy.
simjaeeejake : No cos
simjaeeejake : I really love songs that just make you "feel" YKWIM
y/n : OOOH
y/n : if you really love that
y/n : i think you'd like rollercoaster by the bleachers
y/n : I SWEAR IT'LL MAKE YOU FEEL
simjaeeejake : Oh!
simjaeeejake : About that..
simjaeeejake : I know..
y/n : you know?
Thinking about what he meant, you gasped as you came to realisation 5 seconds later.
y/n : WAIT YOU KNOW THE SONG???
You stared at his typing bubble, anticipating to his response.
simjaeeejake : IT WAS SUMMER WHEN I SAWW YOUR FACEE
y/n : LOOKED LIKE A TEENAGE RUNAWAY
You sat up from your bed, genuinely feeling ecstatic as someone knew the very song you loved with your entire heart.
y/n : WHAT THE FUCK
y/n : I FUCKING LOVE THIS SONG
simjaeeejake : Oh is it?
simjaeeejake : Will defi take note
simjaeeejake pinned "I FUCKING LOVE THIS SONG".
And that's how you learnt a lot about a man you've never met in real life. He's studying something related to business, he has a cute female border collie named Layla, he shat his pants when he was 8, he especially loves My Chemical Romance, and there's more things you could've listed down.
Your friends could've listed them down too, from how much you talked about him in your shared groupchats.
Poor them! They were so obviously tired.
And the reason why they were even more annoyed is because you were talking so much about a man you have not met up with.
That sounds pathetic.
But you were completely okay with not meeting him, because if you met him, it'd start to feel a bit too... real. And you didn't want that.
But the day came.
simjaeeejake : HEY
y/n : HI
simjaeeejake : Crazy idea but..
y/n : UH HUH...
Your face leaned closer to the screen, watching his text bubble.
simjaeeejake : What if we met up.
Your smile dropped, feeling the excitement in you slowly slip away as you read the message.
simjaeeejake : IT'D BE SO FUN YKYK
simjaeeejake : Like we can go see the stars w my telescope
simjaeeejake : YKYK
You frowned, reading the messages.
y/n : uhhh
You bit your lip, feeling immense discomfort.
simjaeeejake : ?? Why
y/n : HAHAHAHA
You tried to think about a response that wouldn't blow him off.
simjaeeejake : What
y/n : sorry
simjaeeejake : Why??
y/n : uh
y/n : i don't really like meeting up
simjaeeejake : Huh
y/n : not really my thanggg
You tried to be casual about it.
simjaeeejake : Okayyyy ms anxiety
simjaeeejake : Ok but fr tho
simjaeeejake : It'd be so fun
simjaeeejake : Can't I be an exception?
You made a disgusted face at his response.
Ms Anxiety? Exception? Seriously? Who are you?
You closed the app, placing your phone on the bed as you stared at the ceiling, feeling as if you'd just lost a friend. Your phone vibrated again, and you looked at the notifications.
simjaeeejake : U good?
simjaeeejake : Did i say something?
You sucked your inner cheek, thinking of a response but you turned your phone off, leaving this as a problem for later.
Laughter filled the room as you wiped the tears from your eyes. You could only feel your abdomen grow increasingly sore as your laughter becomes more intense. You pleaded, "No- stop!" as you continued laughing.
Liz continued, "And he did it.. again!".
Her comment caused the laughing session to continue, everyone having tears coming out of their eyes. Liz was ranting about a guy she'd met on the dating app, and it literally proves the point that people there are literally.. hopeless.
Wonyoung, who was slowly calming down, spoke, "So you're telling me that when he saw you for the first time, he ran up to you, slipped ONCE, got back up, and then slipped again not even 3 seconds later?".
Liz's eyes lit up and she pointed to Wonyoung, "Exactly that!".
All of you had gathered again, but finally with more stories to share especially after the dating app idea. The group has finally became lively again after the energy had been constantly stagnant for the past.. God knows how long.
The conversation continues, but it eventually lands on..
"Talking about meeting up, say, Y/N, you haven't been talking about that.. who was it..?" Giselle spoke.
"Jaeyoon? Jaehyun?" Wonyoung guessed as she tried to recall.
"Jaeyun. Sim Jaeyun, Jake," you corrected, your mood suddenly flipping.
Everyone wiggled their eyebrows at each other while making syncronised "oo" sounds. Liz placed her palms on the table, leaning towards you, "You even know his full name, huh?".
You gave her a weirded out look, "F'course I do! How could I not? It's literally in his profile!".
Liz nodded slowly, leaning backwards as she eyed the others.
Wonyoung spat out directly, "Are you dating him?"
"WHAT?!"
"You are! Aren't you?"
"No! Absolutely not!"
Everyone gasped.
"Y/N.. you don't need to lie," Giselle rubbed your back and you snapped your neck at her.
"I'm not lying! I haven't spoken to him in a while!" you confessed at the heat of the moment.
Everyone gasped, but this time there was complete silence afterwards. Everyone gave each other the look and you bit your lip.
Wonyoung pouted, "Is everything okay, girlie? What happened? You used to talk about him in our groupchat so much..".
You sighed as you leaned back onto the seat cushion, "He asked to meet up".
Everyone looked at you, anticipating to the rest of the story, "Then..?".
You looked at them with a puzzled expression, wondering what else they were waiting for. "That's all.." you muttered.
Everyone let out sounds of confusion. Giselle questioned, "What?! So you ghosted him?!"
Liz continued Giselle's question, "And it was because he asked to meet up?!".
You immediately felt defensive, facing your hands towards them and indicating them to stop, "It was scary, okay! What if.. I dunno, he's like a serial killer or something?".
Everyone gave you a glare, questioning your thinking process.
Giselle voiced out first, "Girl... weren't you talking about how 'genuine' and 'kind' he was.. what 'serial killer' bullshit are you thinking about..?".
You felt slightly guilty, now realising how childish it was that you ghosted him over something so small. Wonyoung snapped, catching everyone's attention, "How long has it been?".
"Since I ghosted?" you replied.
"No shit."
You pouted at their sassy response, pulling out your phone from your pocket and pressing into the app, careful not to press into the chat and read the messages.
"It's been.. 3 days?".
Everyone's jaw dropped in sync and Giselle held your shoulder tightly, "Girl! You better respond to that man!".
You felt helpless, "What for! He probably forgot about me already! I don't even know what excuse I'd give for not responding!".
Wonyoung leaned over the table and swiftly snatched your phone, causing you to gasp. Immediately, you try to fight back for the phone but Wonyoung started typing.
"Sent!".
Your heart dropped, "What exactly did yo-!".
You were interrupted when Giselle covered your mouth, your words being muffled and Giselle apologising to the other customers for your loudness.
That's when you looked around and saw all the unpleasant expressions from the workers and the other customers, and you tilted your head downwards to gesture that you were sorry.
You slowly sat back down, taking a deep braeth in as you looked at Wonyoung. "What. Did. You. Send?" you asked, your tone clearly infuriated.
"I sent him.." Wonyoung looked at the screen, reading out from the text message in a sassy tone, "omygosh hi, i'm so sorry but my phone broke. hope you don't get the wrong idea".
You realised how she was all smiley and giggly and you stared at her, only wishing you could slap that smile away. You took a deep breath as you tried to remain composed, clearing all the negative thoughts.
"And he responded!"
"WHAT?!"
Giselle immediately pulled you down to your seat.. again.. after you accidentally shouted and stood up. "Gosh.. Y/N.. we're gonna get kicked out," she tugged on your sleeve and you rested your forehead on your hands.
"Jokes!"
"You guys.." you sighed, feeling worn out, "are going to be the death of me..".
"He responded!!"
"WHAT?!?"
And that's how the 4 of you got kicked out.
"Gosh.. we weren't even being that loud.." Wonyoung complained as she rolled her eyes.
"Right!" Liz agreed, feeling wronged.
"Whatever," you rolled your eyes, feeling irritated at them instead of being kicked out. You started walking first, not saying your goodbyes and you heard them yell behind you.
"You better respond to his text!"
"Update us!"
"Don't ghost him again!"
You were thankful you were the only one heading this way, and you waved your hand without turning back.
You'd finished washing up, rubbing your damp hair with your towel as you sat on the bed, looking at your phone notifcations until you saw his name on the notifications.
Oh. Right.
You held your phone properly, carefully checking the notification and not clicking on it.
simjaeeejake : Thought you ghosted me for a sec
simjaeeejake : What even happened
You hesitated, feeling the guilt fully set in and you sighed.
y/n : i kinda
y/n : dropped my phone in boiling water
simjaeeejake : While cooking or something?
y/n : yea yea exactly!
simjaeeejake : But you said you can't cook
Oh shit. He's right.
y/n : uh
y/n : i saw a recipe
y/n : seemed cool, wanted to try it out
simjaeeejake : Hmm
simjaeeejake : Okay
Man. Hopefully he bought that.
You felt guilty, so you continued the conversation, but there was still something inside of you making it uncomfortable, so your responses had breaks in between them, were less lively and drier than usual.
simjaeeejake : Okayy I gotta go now, mom's rushing me out
simjaeeejake : Need to catch the stars tonight
You heaved a sigh of relief, thankful the conversation was ending.
y/n : okayy
You were about to close the chat until you saw his chat bubble appear. You stayed, curious to what else he had to say.
simjaeeejake : Btw
simjaeeejake : I know something's up
simjaeeejake : So if i did anything wrong, lmk
simjaeeejake : Or if you need reassurance, lmk too
simjaeeejake : I'm not a bad guy, I promise
simjaeeejake : I really like what we have, so I hope we can progress :)
You stared at his messages, your chest being filled with all sorts of different emotions.
simjaeeejake : Sleep soon
simjaeeejake : Gn Y/N
You felt reassured and happy, but at the same time there was this thing at the back of your head telling you to run. Ignore him. Ghost him again. You rubbed your forehead, feeling distressed, and you sent a quick reply before throwing your phone somewhere on the bed.
y/n : goodnight, jake.
You stared at the ceiling.
"Maybe I do have a chance at this.. 'relationship' bullshit," you mumbled to yourself. You sighed before turning over and plunging your head to your pillow.
"I really hope you'd take me in as an employee!" you pleaded with a big smile plastered across your face, watching as your interviewer nods in approval with a subtle smile. You watched as he took down notes and you awkwardly looked around, the big smile still on your face.
After a few seconds of writing sounds, he closed his book and you sat up straight, anticipating to what was next. He cleared his throat and you leaned in closer, praying for good news.
"So.." he started off. You bit your lip, feeling as the anxiety starts creeping in. He continues, "You start next week. Come in some time this week to pick up your uniform, yes? This weekend you'll get your training".
You felt so overjoyed you wanted to run around and hug your interviewer. "Yes- of course sir! I mean, yes sir!".
"Don't call me sir, call me Chan," he reassured, his tone friendly.
"Yes sir! I mean- sir Chan! I mean Chan!" you stuttered, clearly not being able to contain your excitement.
As soon as you stepped out of the cafe, you immediately texted your friends without care about your physical surroundings.
y/n : IM GOING FOR THAT OVERSEAS PROGRAMMEEE
y/n : I GOT THE JOB I CAN FUND MY SHIT
giselle : DAMNN
giselle : congrats girlie omg
wony : YAYYYYY
wony : asking for a friend! do you have staff discount
liz : CONGRATS GIRL!!
liz : ^^ what wony said
There was this upcoming overseas programme that happened yearly, and you begged your dad to go and he allowed you under one condition — you paid for 70% of the fees.
So here you were, getting a job in a cafe that paid fairly well. The programme was in about 3-4 months, and you'd started your school break so you'd have a lot of time to work and get that bag.
The streets were bustling, lots of cars and people walking, and it was quite impressive that you haven't bumped into someone or a pole. And that was when you did.
Your face bumped into a hard chest causing you to instantly look up. The male quickly scurried away as he muttered a swift 'sorry', and he had black hair and glasses. You watched as he entered the cafe you were working at and you rubbed your nose, slowly rubbing the pain away. You shrugged and you continued your way, planning to respond to the girls' messages later.
Jake? Well, you did it again. You ghosted the man when he initiated to meet up, contacted him again when you felt guilty and repeated. But last week, it was final.
This cycle has been going on for about a month, and you almost didn't know how he never ghosted you at least once. He stopped contacting you, so you were somewhat grateful yet you felt like apologising for the mess.
But you knew that if you apologise, the cycle would start again, so you decided to break it.
The dating app? You deactivated your account and deleted the app, deciding that dating apps really didn't have 'the' one you'd be fated with. The perfect one that you'd never want to avoid, unlike Jake.
Your life now was perfect. No man, no worries, no school for the mean time, and you were working part time at a cafe that had an environment that made you thrilled. You were also looking forward to the overseas trip, so life seemed ideal.
"Order for.. Yeppi?" you read out the unusual name, tilting your head, worried you were saying it wrongly.
Immediately, a man rushed towards your counter, giggling and you observed a distressed guy trailing after him.
"See, Sungho! 'Yeppi' sounds cute!" the guy nearer to you spoke.
You looked at the two of them, puzzled to what their banter was about. The supposed 'Sungho' ran his hand through his hair, frustrated as he approached you, muttering a small "thanks" as he took his drink. You gave an awkward smile and as soon as they turned their backs, you could see Sungho smack the other.
"I'll get back at you, Jaehyun!" Sungho threatened, ignoring the fact that Jaehyun was rubbing his arm after the hard smack.
You giggled at their fun banter, the confusion dissolving as you understood the situation. You went back to the counter, ready to serve anyone who's ready to order.
Having nothing to do, you opened the register and started to count the money, wanting to make use of your time. The chime of the entrance bell sounded, but being in the midst of counting cash, you didn't look up.
With a few notes left, you were almost done until you heard a soft, "Hello" at the counter. Your head shot up to look at the customer, but your smile instantly dropped. Your face went cold and you accidentally dropped the cash, still staring at the customer in front of you.
"Oh..?" the customer muttered.
"Oh.." you replied.
You inspected his features. His hair was the same colour and shaped the same way. His glasses had the same tape at the side. He had the same piercings in the photo.
You confirmed it.
It was him, the guy from the dating app.
It was Jake.
Your first instinct was to bend down to pick up the notes you'd dropped, and well — hide. Duh. The man you'd shamelessly ghosted was standing right there, and you'd have to talk to him — no, look at him at the bare minumum while serving him.
You mumbled all the curse words you knew under your breath as you picked up the last few notes, mentally preparing yourself before you stood back up.
You were met with his amused face, his arms folded as he raised his eyebrows at you. You looked down immediately at the cash register, slotting in the cash at its' designated spot as you clear your throat, hoping he didn't recognise you.
"If it isn't Ms Anxiety herself," he broke the silence.
Nevermind. He did. And he did not seem happy.
You cleared your throat again, plastering the most professional expression on your face as you clapped your palms together. "What would you like, Sim Jaeyun?".
"And Ms Anxiety remembers my full government name. Impressive," he mocked and your professional expression immediately dropped.
"Look, don't make this hard for me," you grumbled, breaking the professional image.
"Hard? For you? Was it hard to.. I dunno.. send a text back?" he attacked, his expression clearly displeased.
"Oh please, Jaeyun—"
"Actually, I prefer Jake," he perfectly interrupted you, a smirk on his face, "please use that instead".
Of course he wasn't going to make this easy.
But what did you expect?
You huffed out air, almost thinking that this was all a dream from how coincidental and bizzare this whole situation was. He seemed so sweet over text, but seeing how he acted made you realise he was snarky and irritating
He spoke up again, "No offense, but I don't think there's any way for you to.. ghost me right now", his eyes wandered around, "especially since I'm the customer.. and you're the—"
"Okay, damn! I get it!" you scowled, biting your lip hard afterwards. You shot out, "What do you want?!".
He hummed and pretended to think about it for a few seconds, "Hmm.. you to explain why you ghosted me".
"Not that! Your damn order!"
He gave a soft smile, "Oh right, that".
He's fucking unbelievable.
You bit your lip in frustration as you eyed him down, all the curse words threatening to pour out of your mouth. He raised his eyebrows and stared at you, "I think.." he hummed, "I'll have your usual?".
"Your usual?" you shot, "Don't tell me you're a regular here?".
"You bet I am! Happy 'bout that?" he gave a cheeky smile.
You stared at him in disbelief, wishing you could just.. crumble into a hole and be buried until you die. You sighed and turned around, running your hand through your hair until you heard him snapping his fingers.
"Hello?" snap snap "My usual?".
You turned back around, giving him the most dead expression you could ever make out, "And how am I supposed to know your usual?".
"Maybe you could apologise for ghosting me and I'll let you know," he grinned from ear to ear, having high expectations that you'd give in.
Oh man. This job definitely wasn't going to be easy.
To make things worse? You've already taken up 5 shifts a week for 2 months to get as much money before your trip.
And if you think about it, you're definitely going to have to memorise his 'usual' sooner or later.
Oh man.
"It was summer when I saw your face," you sang into the tip of the broom, singing along to your favourite song that was playing in the cafe.
The infamous "Rollercoaster" by Bleachers.
You switched between sweeping and dancing, feeling free because you were closing alone.
"Man, I'm never the same," you sang, "We were shotgun lovers, I'm a—"
"You're a shotgun running away".
You screamed, immediately turning around at the sudden voice. You held the broom close to you and your heart accelerated from the scare. You thought it was ghost, but no it was something worse — Jake.
He leaned on the counter, "No wonder you loved the song, fits you so well".
You recovered from the scare, your face twisting as you retorted, "What the fuck are you doing here! We're closed!".
"Not yet," he pointed to the clock.
9:59.
One. Fucking. Minute. To. Closing.
"My usual, yep?" he voiced out, his tone irritating that you were tempted to jump on him and rip his hair out.
"And if I don't?"
"I can complain to your managers and get you fired. I'm close to all of them since I c'mere so often," he stared at the ceiling and scratched his head, "Surely you wouldn't want that, right?".
"Fuck you".
"Your usual?" you questioned, watching as he leaned forward and rested his head on his elbow, giving you a cheeky smile. You rolled your eyes, already prepared to make his order.
"Nah- na-uh, I have a special request," he squeeked.
You turned around and frowned at him, his face bringing you over the edge further.
"Put it under the name, 'The Best Jake'," he requested as he pointed a finger upwards, his tone cocky and you simply scoffed, walking away.
Upon finishing his drink, it pained you but you wrote it according to his request, 'The Best Jake'. You huffed out in irritation before walking up to the counter.
No way you were gonna say it out loud.
"Jake," you called out, staring at him as he sat down, occupied on his phone but to no avail.
You sighed, thinking you weren't loud enough, so you called him again.
And again.
And no fucking response. The boy was giggling at his phone and seemed completely oblivious to you calling him.
You definitely weren't going to walk over to him, so you did another thing that pained your heart.
"The best Jake."
"Yes, coming!" his whole body turned to you as he got off of his seat in a heartbeat, making his way towards you and you stared in him in disbelief.
He gave you a satisfied smile as he snatched the drink away from you as you watched him walk away. You were in disbelief, flabbergasted — no way that just happened.
Your new friend hit your shoulder as he continued to laugh.
"You—" laugh "gosh, I wish I would've seen that!" Leehan wiped his tears, his grin from ear to ear as you shared your work experiences with him.
"This 'Jake' guy is actually hilarious!" he commented.
To be specific, your experiences with Jake.
"It really isn't that funny, Donghyun" you snarked and his laughter started to calm down.
"Aw c'mon! Don't go using my actual name now. I wish I was working too when that happened!" he giggled and pushed you jokingly.
"Too bad, it was like a week before you joined," you sulked, sticking out your tongue and leaning on the counter.
Leehan whined as he walked over to lean on the counter beside you.
"Isn't it crazy that we study in the same campus?" he questioned, wanting to change the topic before you get too upset.
You sighed before glancing at him, "Mhm, hopefully we can bump into each other".
You both stood next to each other in silence, when you suddenly thought about your programme. "Say, are you attendi—".
"It's time to close!" he announced, clearly ecstatic at the thought of finishing up and going home. Your eyes shot to the clock, realising he was right. It was 10 sharp.
You watched him as he pushed off the counter and stretched his body. You silently sighed, thinking you'd ask him soon if he was attending the same overseas programme as you.
After 2 whole months of enduring Jake — and working of course, you were finally going to take a break since your trip was approaching. You'd originally planned to resign, but it became hard because you've met Leehan, and all your other amazing colleagues.
Your manager patted your back, giving you a sense of praise as he gave you a proud grin. "Have enough money for the trip? Want more?" he asked.
You hummed a little bit as you thought about his question. Was he offering you money? Of course you can't turn down an offer like that!
"Mmm... I might not have enough," you muttered, praying you'd get spare change from him.
He gave you a reaussring giggle as he patted your back, making you feel content before his laugh suddenly came to a halt.
"Too bad, work more then," he shot coldly and you whined, watching how he breaks into laughter afterwards.
"You're too cold.." you complained and sighed, folding your arms.
He calmed down and patted your back, "I'm sure you've earned enough, I'm almost sick of seeing your face every single day".
You giggled, the thought that you won't be working here for a while feeling somewhat bittersweet. He looked at his watch and straightened his posture, "Alright, time to go, Y/N, will see you when you return from the trip?".
"Yes, sir," you saluted.
You quickly packed up your belongings, and as you were about to leave, your manager suddenly called out.
"Oh right, before I forget, I remember there's someone who's in the same flight and programme as you!" he called out, and you felt relieved at his words.
You sighed in relief, and you were about to ask from across the store who it was but customers started coming in, so the manager quickly gestured for you to leave and waved.
Now, it was time for your trip. It was going to be the time of your life, and you were so determined to make new friends, new memories, new—
"Oh, you like that? Me too!" you spat out nervously, your voice squeeky as you tried to get to know the other people who were in the same group as you.
They nervously laughed and turned away from you, making you feel awkward. It seemed like they already knew each other from the way they kept glancing at each other and making looks.
Well, fuck.
New friends? Maybe not..
It's okay. You could still make new memories, right?
You walked away, dragging your luggage with you as you stood alone, observing the people that were obviously grouped together already. You were eyeing and judging people based on how friendly they looked, and plotting to befriend them.
Besides, didn't your manager say Leehan was in the same programme and flight as you? He should be appearing any second.
Your eyes scanned from left to right slowly, mentally taking note of the different details of the people for future reference, and as you continued, your eyes come to a halt.
You panicked and your hands fiddled as it tried to find your luggage handle, your eyes not being able to leave the person. You felt the blood in your face disappear and your heart beat rapidly as you finally gripped onto your luggage handle and started running away.
You couldn't believe who you just saw.
You just saw Sim. Fucking. Jaeyun.
Fucking JAKE.
Out of ALL people.
Luck wasn't on your side though, because when you started running towards the other direction, it only took you 5 seconds before you bumped into a person's chest, making your luggage fall flat onto the airport floor, a loud slap sound echoing throughout the place.
Everyone glanced at you, but you made sure your back was facing the crowd to ensure that Jake... wasn't aware that you were in the same programme and flight as you.
You rubbed your nose, feeling the pain after the impact of bumping violently into someone, and you looked up, feeling the need to apologise to the person.
"Sorr—" you apologised, but stopped when you saw the person, your eyebrows furrowing as you tried to recall who he was, "Wait.. aren't you the 'Yeppi' guy?".
"Oh my god," he facepalmed himself while still offering a hand to you. You took his hand and he helped to pull you up, your eyes glued onto him as you remembered that incident in the cafe when you still first started working.
"Sungho! Not 'Yeppi', thank you!" he replied, his eyebrows furrowing at you.
Suddenly, you heard a familiar laugh trail behind Sungho, your head looking over Sungho's shoulder and you saw another familiar figure.
"See! Even strangers call you that!" the man laughed as he walked to stand beside Sungho, and as his eyes land on you, he gasped and pointed at you.
"Y/N!" he called loudly and you panicked, covering his mouth instantly, your head slightly turning over your shoulder to see if Jake heard, and thankfully he was still in his own world, talking to other people.
"You..! How do you know my name!" you whisper-shouted and the man panicked, his eyes widened as he felt unsure what to do with a 'stranger' covering his mouth.
He mumbled out gibberish you couldn't comprehend, and he had to slap your arm repeatedly before you let go of his mouth. He gave you a dramatic sigh and dusted his hands.
"The cafe!" he pouted.
"I never said my name!" you shot.
"Your freaking nametag!" he complained, feeling wronged.
You had to stare at him for a second, recalling if you wore a nametag, and you indeed wore a nametag.
"Oh.." you muttered out of realisation.
"Hey! You're so mean, Y/N! How could yo—" he pointed a finger to you before you covered his mouth again, desperately not wanting your identity to be known.
"Stop. Saying. My. Name. Out. Loud. Help me out here," you whisper-shouted again, your words sharp and Sungho giggled, enjoying the show in front of him.
"Stop.. covering.. my.. mo—" Jaehyun fought for his life, trying to get out a few words as you covered his mouth more.
He smacked your arm again and you let him go.
"Fine, fine! I'll stop saying your name!" he gave in, feeling wronged and he pouted.
He added on, "But why should I help you?! We're not even friends!".
You stepped back and sighed, straightening your posture and clothes.
"Hi, my name is Y/N L/N. I major in Film Studies, and I enjoy anything related to music. You guys are my friends now, Sungho and..."
"Hah! You don't even kno—"
"Jaehyun. His name's Jaehyun," Sungho butted in, giggling again as he saw Jaehyun's little tantrum from his name being given away.
"So Jaehyun and Sungho? Got it," you thought out loud, memorising their names and faces.
You and Sungho teased Jaehyun a little bit, until Jaehyun suddenly spat out a question, "Say, why don't you want us to say your name?".
You jogged to place yourself behind them, holding their shoulders, and discreetly pointing to the main target, "Him".
"Jake?" they both said in confusion.
"SHH!"
You sighed, before continuing, "Long story short, we met on a dating app, I ghosted him, and he's so not happy about it!".
"Whaat? Why'd you ghost him?" Sungho questioned.
"I am NOT doing this right now," you recalled to when your girlfriends asked the same question, and the incident in the restaurant you ate at.
Both males sighed as they began to understand the situation. You began to feel nervous, thinking if they were friends with him.
"Wait, you guys aren't friends with him, right?"
"Not really," Sungho responded.
Jaehyun answered, "Just acquintances, bump into him in campus and the cafe every once in a while".
You sighed in relief as you pulled their shoulders, making them turn towards you again.
"Help me avoid him," you pleaded and they both gave you weird looks.
"How exactly..?" Jaehyun asked.
"Hang out with me. That's all," you gave a simple solution and they both gave each other looks before they both sighed.
"Okay.. Ms Y/N.. friend," Sungho replied and you fisted your hands and punched the air in happiness.
"I promise I'm a fun person!"
You were in luck when you found people to stick with right after discovering that the person you literally ghosted was in your surroundings. You've managed to hide yourself from him, hiding behind Sungho's broad shoulders from time to time whenever he was nearby. The others have given weird looks, but as long as Jake doesn't find out, it doesn't matter.
You, however, weren't that lucky with your seat in the plane. Both Jaehyun and Sungho were seated together, away from you. When you watched them board, you saw their cheeky faces as they waved you goodbye and you could've thrown a tantrum.
Now that you were alone, you were more prone to bumping into the very person you wanted to avoid with all your might. As you were waiting to board the plane, you constantly kept checking your surroundings to know if you had to hide yourself or even run away.
As the queue shortened, your turn was nearing and you were starting to feel more reassred as there were no signs of Jake. When it was the person in front of you's turn to have their ticket checked, you made one final check around.
"Who we lookin' for?"
"Ah, no one," you continued to search, feeling more safe that you were boarding without seeing him.
"Does his name happen to start with a 'J' and end with an 'E'?"
Your eyebrows raised in amusement, "You're right, actually!", you slowly turned to the person, "How'd you—".
Oh.
"Know....?" you whispered, barely audible.
Your eyes were glued to the person, your mouth slowly agape as you process what was happening.
Jake was looking at you over your shoulder and you were just staring at him. He gave you that cheeky smile he'd always given you whenever he was plotting something at the cafe. You blinked multiple times when he suddenly stuck his tongue out and cut your queue, walking in front of you and having his ticket checked first.
When the worker approved of his ticket, he turned around.
He teased, "Could end with an 'N', too. 'Jaeyun', y'know?"
He flashed that devilish grin once again before turning around and walking in.
You stared at him as he walked in, the worker who was checking the tickets growing irritated at you as you held up the line. You heard grumbles from people at the back and you immediately snapped back to reality, dropping your passport and ticket in the process.
Your heart was beating really... really.. fast. Too fast for your liking.
You were staring into nothing, your body feeling exhausted even though you did nothing but sit down on a plane seat for 7 hours straight. Your jaw was slightly dropped, your eyebags painfully visible as you stared at the friends you made along the way.
"Hello!" you heard voices, but it wasn't enough to break you from your daydream.
"Earth to Y/N!"
Suddenly, in your vision, someone snapped their fingers, literally snapping you back to reality and you immediately scanned your surroundings, seeing familiar faces.
Familiar faces that you actually wanted to see.
"Well, finally Y/N!" Sungho folded his arms.
Jaehyun added on, "We thought you almost—".
You let out sounds of cries as you opened your arms and pulled both of them into a hug, feeling emotional that you finally saw people you felt comfortable with after possibly the worst 7 hours of your life.
"—died.." Jaehyun's voice lowered significantly, taken aback by your sudden embrace but he didn't complain.
You stuffed your face into Jaehyun's shoulder, feeling like shit and finally letting out all your emotions after bottling it up. You were crying, just without the tears.
Sungho eyed Jaehyun before pursing his lips and patting your back, "There there.. Poor Y/N..".
"Was the flight that bad..?" Jaehyun questioned genuinely.
Your head shot up, your eyebrows arching upwards, "Yes!".
Luckily on the way to the hotel, you could choose the bus and the seats. There were 3 buses, and you made sure to take the one different from Jake's. The entire way there, you ranted about Jake's sudden appearance and the entire flight.
The entire flight which Jake unfortunately was a major part of as well.
"During dinner time, instead of getting dinner that everyone gets, I got something different?!" you complained.
"What do you mean?" Sungho and Jaehyun tilted their heads.
"I'd get a platter that's different than everyone else's — I checked and it was on the special menu — and—"
"Isn't that a good thing?!" Jaehyun spat.
"Yeah, you get good food!" Sungho added on.
"No— I mean, okay, sure! But there was this paper note on it and I opened it, and it fucking said 'Wanna text me back?'," you grumbled loudly, not caring about the weird looks you were getting from others.
Jaehyun and Sungho had big reactions, immediately gasping and laughing. You gave them dirty looks and rolled your eyes, your misery being their joy.
"And then I turned around on instinct! And first person I made eye contact with? Fucking him!" you continued.
They both hit each other in excitement, enjoying as the story continues to unfold.
Your neck was aching from how much it was tilting to one angle. Your body was uncomfortably straight, and your palms were incredibly sweaty. You were laughing at Jaehyun's joke more, since there was a problem.
With a Jaehyun on one side, you unfortunately had a Jaeyun on the other.
Call that fucking unlucky.
"Nooooo way you did thaaat!" you dragged on your words, laughing extra loud, hoping that others would perceive that you were comfortable. Happy. Satisfied with where you were and who you were surrounded with.
Complete opposite actually.
All the students part of the programme were gathered in the same hall, and multiple groups were formed to make bigger ones for orientation. In the merged groups, everyone was sat in a circle to play some ice breakers, and with the amount of people in this circle, you thought the whole world was against you when the only person you didn't want was placed beside you.
You were mentally calculating the probability, and it was like a... 1/50 chance. You were eyeing the game leaders that were in the centre of the circle, discussing amongst themselves as you prayed even harder that they'd start the games soon so you can find a chance to slip away and sit anywhere else.
You turned once and you were only met with his raised eyebrows and cocky smile, making you gasp softly as you snapped your head back to Jaehyun and Sungho, your mind going blank as you tried to find things to say.
You simply burst out laughing, slapping Jaehyun's back a little too hard causing him to yelp out loud, accidentally catching everyone's attention and your head immediately snaps to everyone else, your eyes widened as everyone gave especially you, weird looks. You raised your hands as if you were surrendering and you heard a snicker from the other side.
"Nice one, smartie," you heard him taunt you.
You gasp and you turn your head to his, your furious eyes meeting his. "I'm going to kill you," you threatened and he snorted, crushing your ego even more.
He patted you and you shivered. "Ghosting and killing, huh? What did I ever do wrong?" he questioned, but it sounded rhetorical.
You forcefully pulled his hands away from your head, "Don't fucking touch me".
"Getting all worked up, aye?"
You thanked all of the Gods above when you finally heard the game masters in the centre of the circle start talking. You looked at Jake one more time, seeing his irritating smirk as you forcefully nudged his body hard enough to make him fall backwards. He gasped loudly and you stuck your tongue out at him.
It was your turn to snicker, and when he recovered and got up, he was about to raise his hand and smack you, but before he could do anything, you saw a pair of feet from your peripheral vision, causing the two of you to freeze.
"Ehm."
You two turned your head upwards, your eyes met with the girl who seemed like she could actually kill the both of you. You bit your lip as you scratched your neck, your head looking down in shame and Jake did the same.
"What are you two doing? I said I wanted you two to introduce yourselves since you guys are so energetic," the girl said, her tone so daunting you almost regretted doing anything.
She continued, "Stand. Up".
You two cleared your throats and stood up on clue, not wanting to anger her any further.
"I'm Y/N!"
"I'm Jake!"
Both of you glared at each other, offended that the other spoke over them.
"I—"
"I—"
You two looked at each other again.
"You may go—"
"How about you—"
You both looked at each other again. You sucked your cheek, feeling your blood boiling. You were about to start arguing with him when the same games master loudly interrupted the both of you.
"This is Y/N, this is Jake!".
Your eyes shot at her, suddenly feeling sheepish as you realised that you were dragging on the entire programme.
"All your fucking fault, Ms Anxiety," he whisper-shouted, his hands neatly placed on top of each other as he looked down.
"Fuck you, go to hell," you whisper-shouted, wishing he could just disappear.
As the game master introduced the both of you, she turned back to the two of you and held your shoulders.. tightly.
"Sit down. Behave," she commanded and you two immediately said 'Yes ma'am' and sat back down on the floor, your heads tilted downwards in shame. Your knees accidentally bumped and you sent a glare but you made sure to not make a ruckus out of it.
It was finally the party after the orientation, and you were finally starting to meet new people. Sungho and Jaehyun were still by your side, practically being your body guards as the three of you socialised with new people.
"Say, that was so hilarious! That was like a scene out of a movie!" Woonhak burst out laughing as he recalled when you and Jake got called out in the circle in front of everyone else.
You face palmed as you took a sip of your drink, cringing as you replayed the memory in your head, "Yeah, sure, funny. Worst thing that has happened in my life..".
"Ever?" Rei questioned.
"Ever," you, Sungho and Jaehyun answered in unision.
They all laughed, enjoying your hatred and misery when it comes to Jake. Riwoo questioned, wiping his tears "Do you even know him?".
"Not at all!" you shot back immediately, your eyebrows furrowing so much it would form permenant creases on your skin.
Sungho wrapped an arm around your shoulder, "She's been suffering even before the trip.."
He started to share your cinematic experiences with Jake while working in the cafe and you helped out with the details he missed out.
On the other hand.. Jake, who was standing at the opposite corner of you...
"Bro, do you know her?" Taesan questioned him, giggling from the same incident Woonhak questioned about.
"Yup. Very well actually," Jake smirked, taking a sip from his cup.
Day 1.
You don't know what the programme organisers were thinking, but they thought that camping was a good activity. You thought you'd be learning more about the country, going to the city side, trying new food, but here you were.
You stood in the middle of everyone, your friends pulling on your sleeve as you stared into blank space, devastated and not looking forward to anything.
Suddenly, someone pushed your shoulder and you stumbled forward. You shot, "Hey!" and you turned to the person, and you couldn't have expected anyone else.
Jake snickered as he saw your worked up expression, wanting to push your buttons further but before he could try anything, your friends successfully pulled you away.
"Stop slacking!" Sungho nagged as he held your forearm, dragging you like a mother would and you groaned, allowing him to do so.
"I'm so not excited for this," you complained, still staring into nothing as your legs continued to move by themselves.
There were many reasons why this is the last thing you wanted.
First of all...
"JAKE! GET THAT AWAY FROM ME!" you screamed, causing everyone to turn back as Jake held a cicada and held it near you, giggling.
"Or what?" he tested the waters.
You hated bugs.
Second of all,
You were walking cautiously, sensitive to every sound. Everyone was split now to smaller groups and you all had agreed to gather different items. You were alone with Sungho, but he told you to stay put as he climbed the tree to get items.
You were tapping your feet, looking around cautiously in any case that something.. or someone attacks you.
Your face went cold when you heard a branch crack behind you and you immediately froze. You heard the cracks getting louder and closer, and you immediately covered your ears and squatted, screaming, "PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!".
You closed your eyes, tears already forming in your eyes from the fear and you were thanking your family and friends for being with you up till your final day.
A tear broke free when someone tapped your shoulder and your shoulders stiffened even more.
"Y/N, chillax.. it's just me," you heard Sungho's voice and you immediately looked up, heaving a sigh of relief and having more tears break free.
You were absolutely a scaredy cat. No survival instinct.
Third of all...
The group was hiking up the hill, a river flowing down and a waterfall nearby. You were looking into the body of water, fascinated but unwilling to go too close to it anything happens. You looked at how the fish moved around, slowly hiking up with the others when you scanned around, spotting Jake a little in front of you.
Suddenly, a delivish and smart idea appeared in your head, and you snickered cheekishly as you slowly started to jog to catch up to him, walking behind him. As he continues to walk, he starts becoming closer to the body of water without realising and you held up your hands and pushed him into the body of water.
But one thing you didn't know he had was his fast reaction skills.
He yelped. Held your wrist out of instinct. Pulled you down into the water with him.
Your body was immediately filled with panic as you become fully submerged into the water, thinking you'd die and your legs kick frantically in an attempt to save yourself. Jake had let go of your wrist to help himself, and as you put in all your effort to swim upwards, you gasp when your head finally reaches the surface.
"Are you fucking serious?" he glared at you, watching as you struggled to swim up. He continued to throw bashful words, "Are you like.. fucking.. 5 years old?".
You wanted to fight back, but the only thing you could fight for right now was for your life. You frantically kicked yourself up, your breathing frantic as you were filled up with fear that you'd die here.
"Don't tell me.. you can't swim..?" he commented after watching you for a while.
"I..!" gasp "Can't..!" gasp "Swim..!"
You were hopeless when it came to nature. The compatibility between you and nature was similar to the compatibility with you and Jake.
He sighed before he swam over to you and held your waist, pulling you up from the water and you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, nervous that if you'd let go you'd drown again.
You could hear everyone panic as they all call out for the both of you, frantic that the two of you were in water but from the way he was supporting you, you knew you'd be safe.
You stared into his eyes, seeing how the water runs down his face and how there was an irritated expression on his face. You felt his breath on your face, making you realise how close the two of you actually were.
"I like this expression," you mumbled, completely forgetting your panic 5 seconds ago.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" he snarked.
"This irritated expression. I hope you can be angry forever," you requested and he scoffed.
He rolled his eyes, "I save your fucking life and this is what you say?".
He glared at you, and you could say you were the happiest person alive but the thing that caught you off-guard was how his eyes flickered to your lips.
At this realisation, you let go of his arms, yelping as you fell back into the water. Jake was flabbergasted, caught off-guard that you suddenly let go of him and everyone on the surface screamed for help.
"Soo.. what you're saying is.. it's my fault you were dragged into the water, so you're asking me to pay for your laundry when we get back?"
"Precisely that!" you pointed a finger to Jake's face and he looked at you with a dead expression. He looked like he wanted to fight back but he simply sighed and rolled his eyes, not wanting to drag this further.
He offered his hand, "Your number?".
"What the fuck?"
"I'm not asking you for your number to be ghosted again by you. I'm asking for your number so I can tell you when to pick it up," he clarified.
Your chest stung a little by his comment, an ounce of guilt filling you and you cleared your throat, "Fine".
"Huh? Where'd this pillow come from?" you questioned after returning to your tent after cautiously making rounds around the area with Sungho and Jaehyun. You looked at Rei, thinking that she was the one who gave you the pillow but she simply shrugged and responded with a simple "I don't know".
Rei added on, "I left for a second too, and it was here when I came back".
Your eyebrow raised in suspicion, but you had no complains. You simply shrugged your shoulders and tucked yourself into the sleeping bag, the pillow adding comfort.
You sighed as you tried to forget about where the pillow possibly came from. You turned to Rei, who was beside you.
"Is that pillow given to you too?" you questioned as you pouted at her, placing your hands to your face to add to the comfort.
"Nah, it's mine," she responded, her voice slightly raspy.
"What?! You knew to bring?"
"It was literally in the itinerary!"
"Jake, what's up with your neck?" you heard a guy question.
Your eyes shot to his direction, curious to see what the commotion was about, your eyebrow raising in curiosity.
Jake shrugged as he continued to rotate his neck in circles, stretching out the muscles. You shot a weird look despite him not looking in your direction and rolled your eyes.
"Just slept funny, I guess" you heard Jake respond.
'That's what you get. May your neck be cursed and remain stiff eternally!' you thought to yourself.
You giggled to yourself, enjoying that you were cursing him out and the others looked at you in concern. Riwoo nudged Woonhak, whispering into his ears, "Has she gone coo coo..?".
Woonhak shrugged and snickered, having the same exact thoughts as Riwoo.
Day 2 wasn't that much better than day 1, but you've grown used to the nature, becoming braver than you were yesterday. You'd stop flinching whenever a branch nearby cracks, you're at least more brave to walk around as long as there's at least one person beside you. You're more capable, though there were moments where you ran to Rei and held her tightly, embracing for impact.
Everyone was on the trail, the stream of water flowing down. The atmosphere was filled with the waters crashing and the sounds of conversation, and you were simply following and enjoying the view. Though you admitted that you hated being in the forest, it's not everyday you get to enjoy the nature.
Your eyes scanned around the area as you continued to walk, your neck turning when you suddenly make eye contact with someone's camera. The person instantly pans their phone away from you, your eyes blinking to make out who it was to realise it was the one you hated the most.
"DId you take a fucking photo of me?" you called out, still walking. You were irritated, but you weren't that worked up compared to yesterday.
"Yeah, you looked fucking ugly, Ms Anxiety," he scoffed.
You didn't fight back, deciding that you didn't have anymore time and energy to waste on him.
"Whatever floats your fucking boat," you responded and his eyebrows raised, amused that you weren't being a public nuisance and causing trouble as usual.
You've grown accustomed to the nature and walking around, but you didn't get accustomed to obstacle courses. To be specific — elevated obstacle courses, also known as high elements.
"I DON'T WANNA GO!" you screeched, holding onto the rope that kept you secure and safe, your grip insanely tight as you shut your eyes closed.
The instructor nervously laughed, patting your back as he tried to encourage you to go. You were already halfway and it would be such an inconvenience to you and everyone behind you if you turned back, so you could only move forward.
You looked downwards slowly, peeking over the edge and feeling your legs grow more wobbly. You had a fear of heights, and that added onto the reasons why the forest is the worst place you could be.
"Don't look down! Just— just go!" you heard Sungho cheer you on from behind. You took a brief second to turn backwards, feeling motivated and encouraged by Sungho's words, but as soon as you looked back down you panicked and stopped again.
"Fuck! Why did I come onto this trip!" you whisper shouted to yourself, your lips quivering from fear.
Your nails were digging into your palms and your hands were shaking. You were ready to just.. die, until..
"Y/N! Don't be scared! Just jump!" you heard a voice ahead and your head immediately shot up, shocked to see who was motivating you.
Jake was caught off-guard by the expression on your face and he bit his lip, scratching his neck for a split second. "Just.. just jump you dumbass!" he yelled, stepping back into the course and holding his hand out.
You slowly stood up, your legs wobbly as you frowned at him, surprised to see this new side of him but at the same time, you could only care about getting over this high elements obstacle course.
"You..!" you muttered.
"Don't put the 'anxiety' in Ms Anxiety!" he mocked you in an attempt to motivate you.
A part of you felt like punching him, so you immediately scoffed, screaming as you jumped towards him. He was bewildered at how you did it with no hesitation after his comment, but he took your hand. Your foot landed on the checkpoint, but you accidentally slipped backwards.
You yelped loudly but he immediately gripped your forearm, pulling you towards him and preventing you from falling. Your foreheads knocked from how close he pulled you, making you groan in pain as you rub your forehead.
Your eyes slowly trail up his face, eventually locking eyes with him, feeling his breath on your face, and as you realised how he was staring back into your eyes, your chest tightened and your stomach tensed up. The strands of hair on your arm stood up, and you immediately became fully conscious, standing up properly while screaming and pushing him away in the process, making him dangle in the air.
"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!" he yelled as he dangled in the air, desperately trying to get hold of the checkpoint edge as you stared at him, your eyes about to pop out as you frantically tried to reach your hand out.
You'd never thought you'd see your hotel bed again after 2 days in nature since it felt like 400 years. You enjoyed the coolness of the AC and jumped onto the bed, enjoying the texture of the sheets after it being untouched for the past 2 days. You cuddled up to your pillow, bringing the sheets towards your face as you stretched your back and legs, your eyes shut from how comfortable you felt.
After getting comfortable and sufficiently stretching, you flipped onto your back, staring into the ceiling and thanking all the Gods above that you managed to reach back the hotel safely and that you get to enjoy the comforts of a hotel room.
You were about to doze off until you heard your phone vibrate. Excited that Sungho, Jaehyun or the rest texted you, your eyes immediately opened and your hand flew to the nightstand, where your phone was placed, and you turned it on to check your notifications.
unknown : Hi
unknown : Don't ghost me
unknown : I have your clothes
What. The. Fuck.
Who was this stalker?!
y/n : who the fuck are you.
y/n : are you fucking STALKING ME
unknown : You fucking dumbass
unknown : Don't flatter yourself
unknown : The poor guy who got ghosted for absolutely no reason
unknown : Remember him?
Oh my god.
jake : The poor guy who so happened to be me?
y/n : i figured
jake : Still no remorse?
y/n : can you shut the fuck up
You made a disgusted face at your screen, irritated by his attitude.
jake : Oh?
jake : Okay.
jake : Rooftop in 5 or else i'm throwing your clothes down the building.
You gasped loudly, sitting up on your bed.
y/n : you would not FUCKING DARE.
And before you knew it, you were out the door.
You sipped the drink that Jake had made, tapping your tongue at the roof of your mouth to taste the drink, before you made a satisfied expression, raising your eyebrows.
After a long day at the cooking workshop for day 3, you decided that you wanted to make coffee for yourself at the shared hotel kitchen room, missing your barista job when you realise that Jake was already there.
You two were bickering, when you two eventually came to an agreement that Jake would make you something.
Without poisoning you, of course.
You licked your lips as you frowned, looking at him afterwards. "Hate to give it to you.. but—"
"It's good, right?" he interrupted, his arms folded and his head high, feeling proud of the drink he made.
You rolled your eyes at how he praised himself. "You're thinking too highly of yourself," you commented, "But it's not bad".
He grinned in satisfaction, the compliment filling a part of the void in his heart. You continued, "You're actually kinda good at this".
"Well, duh? I'm close to your boss?"
You pursed your lips, "Whatever".
jake (DNI) : Want my drink again?
You were surprised to see the notification pop up at the top of your phone. You didn't think it through when you drank his coffee when you were literally about to sleep, now you were struggling.
y/n : you wish.
y/n : i literally cant sleep
And the next surprising thing? It was the fact the two of you texted until you both fell asleep, just like how you two texted when you were on that dating app. However, this time was different, because you didn't feel like pulling away.
"You're more tolerable these days," you mumbled, barely audible that Jake almost missed it. Jake's eyebrows raised and he froze for a second, taking a moment to process what you'd just said. He cleared his throat and scratched his neck, recovering from your sudden comment.
Everyone around the table made low sounds of approval as they understood what happened, giving each other the eye and smirking. For the entire of day 4, it was a free day to let everyone explore, and your group decided that shopping to get souvenirs was a good idea.
You didn't even know how, but Jake suddenly appeared with your group but you didn't fight against it, slowly growing used to his presence.
After gathering back at the hotel, everyone, including the leaders, were having dinner together. You also didn't even know how but Jake ended up sitting beside you, and after being teased by the rest, Jake popped the question "What do you think about me?" to tease you further, which led to that answer.
You didn't know why you were so blunt. You didn't know why you weren't having the usual banter with him — you didn't feel like it. You ignored all the mummers and sounds from others, picking up your fork and slightly playing with your food.
"So I've looked through your activity recommendations for tomorrow when you guys submitted your forms, and we decided between two activities!" one of the leaders announced and you folded your arms, sleepily resting your head on Rei's shoulder as everyone paid close attention.
"Probably gonna be boring, huh?" you commented.
"Yup, maybe," Rei responded.
The leader continued, "FIrst activity would be ocean gazing at the nearby beach!".
There were sounds of approval across the crowd, people looking at each other and nodding excitedly.
"And the next would be star gazing at the nearby school's rooftop!"
Your eyes immediately scanned the room for Jake. You observed how his face lit up — his eyes about to pop out, his eyes widened, his mouth agape and you noticed how he smacks his friend in excitement. You giggled to yourself, finding him cute how he was so excited for the activity.
"Who're you looking at?"
"No one!" your head immediately shot forward, your smile dropping and your posture straightening.
Rei gave you a doubtful look but brushed it away.
"You guys would have to vote between the two!" the leader continued, and you noticed from your peripheral view how Jake's shoulders slowly dropped.
Your chest slightly tightened at his mood change, you immediately turned to Rei. You voiced out, "Say, isn't star gazing so cool?".
"Huh? But ocean gazing sounds more—"
"Nahh, you have the opportunity to do that back home! Unlike for star gazing!" you tried to convince her.
"Hmm, you have a point.."
It was your victory when it was declared that star gazing was the chosen activity. You'd been going around, convincing people that star gazing was the better option and to your luck, they were all open-minded to your idea.
As the activity was declared, you watched how Jake punched the air in excitement, your chest tightening and your stomach feeling queesy at the sight.
"Hnnm? Who's got you smiling to yourself?" Jaehyun bumps his shoulder and your face immediately stones up. You didn't respond in hopes he'd magically forget that you were giggling to yourself.
He leaned in, inspecting your face, smiling while pointing at you, "Ohh? You're even red!".
You slapped your hand onto Jaehyun's mouth, "You better stop!".
You would be jumping for joy, but instead you were down, staring into nothing with your heart feeling empty. For some reason, Jake felt distant. It would already be a surprise if you two conversed without getting onto each other's necks, but the fact that he hasn't teased or argued with you once this day?
You occasionally took glances at Jake, often making eye contact but instead of him making a snarky expression, he immediately broke eye contact and turned away, his expression unreadable.
You sucked your inner cheek, feeling unsure to why your chest was tightening at such sight. You should've been happy right? He's finally leaving you alone just like you've always wanted.
But at the same time, you wish he'd just tease you at least once. It was driving you crazy at the possibility that he was ignoring you. He was just okay yesterday, so why the sudden shift overnight?
"Is that a telescope?! Looks so cool!" Woonhak exclaimed as he started jogging towards the telescope that was placed beside the fence on the rooftop.
The rooftop was dark, the area being lit up by the lights around. You could hear loud conversation sparsed out in the area, each of them being thrilled and in awe by the night sky. The sky had countless of bright gems, the view looking spectacular.
You folded your arms as your friends wrapped their arms around your shoulder, running and dragging you towards the telescope. Today felt off, you didn't really feel like doing anything but you couldn't just sit out.
Sungho patted your back, "C'mon, I don't know what's wrong but you can't possibly still be sad after seeing this view?".
You shrugged, tilting your head upwards as you saw the view, in awe as you grinned to yourself. You turned down and looked up ahead, and there was the telescope. You saw a group of people approaching it, peeking into the scope and hearing sounds of curiousity and enthusiasm.
Your eyes looked around, and you saw someone behind the group of people. You watched how Jake tapped his feet impatiently, smiling to himself and filddling with his fingers as he peeked over the people's shoulders, wondering when they'd be done so it'd be his turn.
Your friends talked to each other, your mind somewhere else as you stared at the boy. Once it was his turn, his whole body shook and he started to walk towards the telescope. You beamed at nothing, enjoying the sight of lively Jake, but right before he peeked into the scope, he turned around.
He turned around and his eyes scanned the crowd, until it met yours. However, this time he didn't break it, and neither did you. You two stared each other for a brief moment, and you gave him a genuine smile for the first time ever. He weakly gave you a grin, and you nodded and gestured for him to look into it quickly.
You knew it had always been his passion, and though you hated his guts, you had to admit that a part of you was happy for him.
"You came back?" you questioned, and Jake immediately turned his head from the telescope. He was stunned to see you, eyeing you up and down.
"Ms Anxiety's here too?" he remarked as he pouted, his expression unreadable again.
Everyone had returned to the hotel 2 hours ago, and by right you were supposed to be sleeping by now, but you couldn't brush away the thought that Jake was purposely avoiding you earlier in the day.
"Nickname's getting old," you pursed your lips, dragging your feet and sitting on the floor beside him.
"This is getting old," he shot and you looked at him, puzzled.
"What are you talking about?"
"Us," he declared, and he finally leaned back from the telescope, looking down at you and for once, you could finally read his expression. His eyes were filled with hurt, and his frown was genuine. He wasn't looking for a fight — he felt wronged and hurt, and he was finally showing it. You two stared into each other for a period of time, the sound of your heart beat loud in your ears.
He broke the silence, "Why did you do that?".
"Do what?"
"Convince everyone to go star gazing?"
"You.. knew?"
"Of course I did. I'd be a blind fuck if I didn't," he snarked.
You stared into his eyes and frowned, struggling to form words. You knew the reason, but you didn't want to admit it. There was another period of silence, as you were lost in your own thought.
"I thought about it over and over this entire day," he stepped back from the telescope and took a step towards you, "and I've concluded that it was for me, wasn't it?".
He squatted down in front of you, his eyes full of vulnerability. If you were in your normal state, you'd throw out curse words, slap him and run away as usual, but this time you felt the unusual urge to be honest, open up, tell him the truth.
"It was," your voice was quiet, your eyes never leaving his.
He sighed as he looked away, scratching his neck. " I just want to ask," he turned back at you, "Why did you do it?".
He didn't need to specify what he was talking about. You knew exactly what he was referring to, and it wasn't the reason why you were running around and convincing everyone to go star gazing, but you played dumb.
"Because star gazing is—"
"No," he cut you off, his voice stern, "I don't care about that. I'm talking about why you ghosted me".
He turned his head back to you, his eyes on you. The question was heavy, and even if he was the one who was wronged, you could tell that he was still patient. His gaze wasn't scary, it was welcoming. His eyes were softened as he waited for you to think about a response.
You looked at him, guilt taking over as you built up courage and forced yourself to maintain eye contact. You pursed your lips and scratched your neck, having the reason in your head but being unable to form proper words.
"It.." you started, "Was scary".
He tilted his neck as you said one sentence that was completely vague.
"I really liked you, you were fun," you confessed, "I've never texted someone so much in my life before," your eyes drifted away, feeling slightly embarrased, "But it was getting too real".
Your eyes wandered back to his, and you could see a soft frown on his head, the creases on his forehead slightly visible.
"It was scary, I was scared," you continued, "I started to make myself hate you, put a distance, push you away".
"But fate's crazy, brought us together, and here we are, hating each other," you commented.
"Are you sure?" he questioned, doubt in his voice.
"Well, of course fate brought us together, if not—"
"I'm asking about the 'hate' part. Are you sure you hate me?"
You stared at him, being completely speechless. You wanted to be open about your feelings, confess how you felt, and as soon as you were about to open your mouth, you started to get second thoughts
What if he hurts you?
What if he makes fun of you?
What if—
"Yes," your response came out quiet, barely audible and you looked down, not having the conscious to look at him in the eye.
There was a moment of silence before he said "Okay" loudly and turned away, walking back towards the telescope. You looked up at him, puzzled as to why he wasn't reacting.
"W-what?"
"You said you hate me, so why are you still here?"
You had to think about it for a second, "I don't—".
"You don't know. You hate me, so just go," he demanded.
You were confused as to why he was shutting you out now. You've always hated each other, so what's different now?
"Jake, why are you acting like this?" you questioned without thinking.
He scoffed before turning back, a smirk on his face, "Why am I acting like this?". He took a few steps, standing directly in front of you, your faces a few centimetres away from each other.
"Why do you think, Y/N?" he smiled, but it wasn't a welcoming one. It was a frightening one.
You simply stared at him, not knowing what to say.
"Call me crazy but, even over only text, I've smiled and laughed way more with you compared to the people I've been on actual dates with," he confessed, "And I was patient and understanding with you, and yet you left because it was... 'getting too real'?".
He scoffed, ruffling his hair in frustration and laughing to himself as if this was all a joke. You wanted to express your true thoughts, but he continued to talk before you could.
"And you say all of that, yet you still do things for me that make me question... everything?"
You frowned at his sentence, not knowing what he was referring to, "Question.. everything?"
"Question if what we had was real."
He sucked his inner cheek, placing his hands on his hips as he stared at you, fury in his eyes.
"Laugh at me all you want, call me someone who's emotional over someone 'online', I don't care anymore," he declared, "Don't talk to me anymore. Don't do anything for me, Y/N, I don't want to associate with you anymore".
He sharply turned his back to you, and your heart ached at the sight. You bit your lip, not having enough courage to face him, especially now when he was so pent up with fury. He walked back towards the telescope, leaning and looking through the scope.
You wanted to walk to him, tap his shoulder and just talk everything out, but what was the point? You two weren't even friends. You.. hate him, so what's the point? What's there to talk about?
You bit your lip hard, clenching your fists, turning your back and walked away, fighting every urge to just turn back and confess everything to him. You couldn't even mutter an apology — you didn't have the guts to.
It was the last day, and you were supposed to be having fun — clinking glasses with other people, swim with other people in the pool, dance to the music, but here you were, sitting on a bench far away from everyone, staring into blank space as memories of the previous day kept coming to your head.
Your chest felt heavy and you didn't have the energy to do anything. You stood up from the bench, wanting to go back to your hotel room to pack up your things for the flight tomorrow, but before you could leave, someone gripped your wrist.
"Y/N! Where are you going? Let's go for a swim!"
You turned around and it was Rei, and you were about to nicely decline, but before you could do that, she started to pull you towards the pool.
"Eh? R-Rei, wait-! My necklace!" you panicked, using your free hand and trying to get your necklace off but before you knew it, she dragged you into the water with her, making you completely submerge into the water.
You panicked because you didn't know how to swim at all, but when you kicked, your feet immediately came into contact with the pool floor, so you stood up, everything from your shoulder being in the surface.
You pouted at Rei, "I'm going to kill you".
She giggled cheekily and started to run in water, "Not if you can't catch me!".
Packing your luggage, you were mentally ticking things off from the list you made at the back of your head, touching and rummaging through your luggage to confirm the item's presence.
After a few hours, you pretty much packed everything, but there was this one item in your list you couldn't quite remember what it was. You tried walking around your hotel to get visual cues on what the last item could possibly be, walking into rooms and turning on the light then standing still for a moment to try to recall the item.
You walked around like an idiot, a puzzled expression on your face throughout and you sat down on your bed, feeling defeated when you layed down, staring at your ceiling. You scratched your neck in confusion, but you realised that the sensation felt different.
And that's when you realised — your necklace is gone. You sat up from your bed, patting your neck violently in hopes a cold metal would come into contact with your hand, but to no avail. You started to inspect your body thoroughly, hoping to feel a hard bump anywhere especially in your pockets, but absolutely nothing.
You immediately stood up, letting out sounds of panick as you frantically looked around, searching high and low as you opened and closed cupboards frantically, hoping it would appear in your sight. You even checked under the bed, the bathroom, trash can, and you paced around the room.
That's when you remembered — the swimming pool.
Your eyes widened and your shoulders dropped when you remembered trying to frantically remove your necklace before Rei dragged you in the water.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
That was the fastest you ran out of your hotel room, not having any thoughts to bring your phone or other personal belongings. You headed straight for the pool, praying to all the Gods above that you'd be able to find your necklace.
Searching frantically, you ran around the swimming pool area and tried to recall when you were still here, trying to retrace your steps. You've checked the perimeters of the pool, every single corner of all of the benches, each crevice you stumble upon, and yet there was nothing.
"Finding something?" a voice scared you and you jumped. You immediately turned around, a frown plastered across your face from the stress and then you realised who it was.
"Jake? What're you doing here?" you questioned, blinking awkwardly as you recalled your argument the previous day. You suddenly became fully conscious of the way you stood and looked, stiffening up as you pursed your lips.
"Couldn't sleep, need help?" he replied, dark eyebags obvious under his eyes.
You stared at him, slightly bewildered to the difference in his personality compared to the previous day. You recalled his words, feeling the same hurt again, and at the same time, thinking how you could avoid hurting him again.
"It's okay if you don't—" he was about to turn his back.
"No!" you yelled, ducking down slightly and checking the area, hoping there weren't any teachers checking the area.
When you realised you were in the clear, you stood normally, "I need.. your help".
The facial expression on his face softened and he sighed, "What are you looking for?".
"My mom's necklace," you answered promptly, making him raise your eyebrows.
"The same one you mentioned that one time?"
"The exact same".
He gave you a reassuring look, silently letting you know that you weren't alone in finding it. You didn't know how to react to him suddenly acting different, but that was something out of your concerns. You needed the necklace before you leave.
The two of you checked the area again, on the tables, cabiets, near the benches, the perimeters of the pool, but absolutely nothing. You were stressed out, pulling your hair in frustration when he suddenly spoke up.
"Have you checked the water?"
You looked up at him and frowned, "No? Why would it—" and then you recalled that Rei dragged you into the pool, "Oh".
You puffed up your cheeks, "You're right".
He sat down on a nearby chair, "I'll wait for you to change and come back".
You raised an eyebrow at him, taking a step into the water, "What are you talking about? I'm going in now".
He looked slightly amused to see you step in with your pyjamas, following you inside afterwards. You were wearing your precious pyjamas, while he was wearing a normal top with basketball shorts.
You felt awkward because you weren't in the proper clothes to be in the pool, but you could care less. You had one goal and that was all that mattered. The two of you split up, taking different sides of the pool, but when you heard the sudden sloshing sound of water, you immediately turned to be met with the sight of Jake raising his hand in the air, with something metallic and shiny dangling from his hand.
"Bingo," he declared and you immediately ran (in water..) to him. Your eyes widened and weight was taken off of your shoulders, the constant ache in your chest from worry slowly disappearing.
"You found it?!" you asked a rhetorical question, your eyes never leaving your precious necklace. It was a necklace you've worn every single day and cherished because it was something your mother gave to you before she passed on.
"I did," he smiled at you.
You ran up to him, placing your hands on his chest, trying to take the necklace from his hand but he straightened his arm, making the necklace out of reach. You pouted at him as you tried to jump for it, which was practically impossible because your clothes were drenched and so heavy it was pulling you down, and his arms were too long.
You whined and he teased you back and forth, both of you laughing loudly. You both played in water, splashing each other and making waves as you tried to fight for your necklace.
It was almost like yesterday didn't happen. It was almost like he never asked you to stay away from him.
"God, Jake, give it back! I still need to finish up my packing!" you whined, a smile never leaving your face.
He gave a smug expression, "Okay, fine".
You waddled towards him to stand in front of him, and you watched him offer your necklace. You felt content, feeling satisfied after finding the thing you were so desperate to fnd, reaching your hand to grab onto it until he suddenly raised his hand up again.
You stumbled and fell forward, his hands immediately catching you and your hands landing on his chest as you tried to stabilise yourself. You blinked a couple of times, processing what had just happened before you slowly looked up to be met by his gaze.
Your faces were too close for comfort, and you only blinked at him. Your face grew more red by the second as you understood what was happening, and you wanted to step backwards, but you were frozen.
His jaw clenched as he stared at you, feeling flabbergasted as well. He slowly lowered his arm, your necklace just dangling next to his face. You bit your lip and gently took the necklace from his hand, and he didn't resist at all.
"Uhm," you looked away and scratched your neck, "Thanks".
Your eyes wandered back to his again, only to see the same expression on his face and you immediately felt nervous, so you wanted to make your leave.
"Well, uhm, thanks, I'll be—" you turned your back but he quickly grabbed your hand, preventing you from turning further.
"Don't.." his voice came out as a soft whisper, "Don't go".
You slowly turned back, seeing his pleading expression and all the thoughts about leaving the pool left your head.
"I'm sorry," he said in the midst of nowhere, catching you when you were unguarded, "I said things yesterday, and I said it because I was.. out of it.
Your gaze remained on him, watching how his eyes flicker from left to right as he felt regretful. You sucked your inner cheek, feeling guilty, "No, you were right".
There was silence, the only sounds audible is the sound of water slowly flowing and crickets. You noticed how his eyes flickered to your lips, his grip on your waist tightening. The space between the two of you was basically non-existent, the tension in the air growing stronger to the point you couldn't just walk away without doing anything.
He licked his lips, and you watched the way his tongue runs across his lip. His mouth parts and your eyes meet his again, sensing the desperation and need in his eyes. Your arms snake around his neck, and both of your faces leaned in closer, your foreheads resting on each other.
You slowly closed your eyes, leaning in until you heard a loud shout.
"WHO'S THERE?!"
The two of you immediately came back to reality, your heads turning rapidly as you tried to scan the area and detect where that sound was from.
"Shit, shit shit! Go go go!" he panicked, holding your hand and dragging you out of the pool. You followed along, running as fast as you can even with the pyjamas slowing you down, running into the hotel and drenching the carpet with all the water dripping.
You two laughed as you run across the halls, the trail of water being left as your mark, hearing the teacher run after you. The two of you ran up the stairs, deciding that the lift would screw the both of you over, and when you reached your level, you tugged on Jake's hand.
"This is my floor!" you announced and he grinned at you, panting.
"Okay, go now, g'nite!" he let go of your hand and continued to climb the stairs, the sounds of the teacher rushing up the stairs echoing through the entire staircase, and you immediately opened the door on your floor that led to the hallways, making it to your room and opening the door swiftly.
You shut the door locked, your back pressed up against your door as you stayed silent, trying to listen for any signs of the teacher outside, After a period of time, you concluded that you were in the clear.
It was literally 1AM, and you were in your pyjamas, drenched and literally dripping. You sighed as you immediately made your way to your bathroom to take a shower after ensuring your necklace was kept in a safe spot.
Did last night really just happen? Was it a dream? Was the way he looked at you real? Was the way he leaned in genuine? Were you two about to kiss? What would've happened if you two kissed? Would it all be real—
"Y/N!" a voice snapped you out of your day dream. Jaehyun frowned, folding his arms as he positioned himself directly in front of you, "I've said your name 5 times, and you still can't hear me! Are you okay?!".
You huffed out air, scratching your neck, suddenly fully conscious of your surroundings. "Sorry 'bout that.." you puffed up your cheeks and eyes wandered around, hoping to catch one person.
"I swear, Y/N has completely flipped, the person she was before this trip...." Sungho started, but his voice slowly started to fade out in your ears when your eyes finally land on him.
Jake was smiling as per usual, as if nothing had happened last night, and your chest ached slightly at the sight, making you question if it was only you feeling confused about the whole situation. You wanted to approach him, confront him, but a part of you wished he did it first.
You cleared your throat, shaking the thoughts away as you tried to forget about it. Maybe you'll get a chance to talk to him before you board, or when you're on the plane. Definitely.
"Who're you looking for?" Woonhak questioned, and you immediately shook your hands as if you'd just gotten caught.
"No one!" you defended yourself, your voice high pitched and Woonhak nodded, looking away. He knew you were lying but he didn't want to push it.
Everyone was collecting their luggages, but for some reason, even before, during, and after the 7 hour flight, you have not seen him at all. You haven't gotten the chance to talk to him at all, and it was driving you mad.
You couldn't bring yourself to ask anyone else, because you knew it would just be endless teasing until you die, so you kept it to yourself, hoping a miracle would happen and that he'd be right in front of you.
But nothing.
Next place you'd look to find him? Work. But even so..
"Ah, hey Y/N! You're back! Just wanted to know we opened a new outlet in the other area and we already planned to shift you there!"
Next place..? The dating app.
But you tried searching his user, finding your old chats, but it was all missing. Absolutely no traces of him.
Maybe it was fate for you to forget him. I mean, what can be so hard about it, right? You've already hated his guts, wishing the worst for him, but at the same time, you remembered the image of him leaning in, making you shudder and kick your legs in confusion.
You screamed into your pillow, hoping that you could just forget him and the things you've done for the past few months. Maybe you shouldn't have met him, or downloaded that stupid app. If not everything would've been okay.
"Ah, Y/N? That's such a lovely name!" the male sitting the opposite of you complimented, and you gave a small smile.
You decided that dating apps do work, and that Jake wasn't really that special, right? If Jake had been implanted in your mind, it can be the same for other people you meet! Or so you thought.
You were fiddling with your fingers, looking through your bag for a non-existent item, going through your phone when you were literally on a date, and worst of all — you wished it was Jake sitting in front of you.
You hated him? Maybe, but did you wish for his presence? Definitely.
The male in front of you started talking about himself, showing off his status and wealthiness, and you nodded repeatedly to show you were physically listening, but your mind was somewhere else.
That was when you suddenly felt a grip on your wrist and a strong tug, making you gasp loudly and shoot your eyes towards the person who was pulling onto you.
"Jake?! What are you—"
"Sorry bro, she's booked by me," Jake faced your date and patted the guy's back, who's jaw was dropped. Poor boy.
Jake dragged you out after you finished packing up your things in a swift, and as soon as you were outside, you snatched your wrist back, frowning at him and giving him a snarky look.
"What do you think you're doing?!" you snapped, feeling completely taken-aback by his rude appearance. You just wanted to run back in and apologise to your date for Jake's rudeness.
"Saving you, what do you think?" he replied sarcastically, raising his eyebrows at you. He continued, "And also, you're willing to go on a date with that.. dude? And you can't even meet up with me?".
"What do you mean saving?! And you make my date sound like he's a bad guy or something! I'm going to apologis—" you scolded, turning your back to walk back in until he held your wrist again.
"Nah—uh, you're staying here with me. I paid for the bill already, ordered a few extra drinks for the man, so you have nothing to apologise for," he voiced out.
You turned back to face him again, "Okay?! But that doesn't change the fact that I'm just rudely leaving him?!".
"Why does that matter? You're never gonna see him again," he asserted, and you glared at him.
"How do you know that, huh?"
"Because I'm here."
You scoffed as you snatched your wrist again, folding your arms, "You've been gone from my life for a while, and you're suddenly here and you still have the audacity to think that I still like you?!".
"So you admit you liked me?" he smiled.
"Not the fucking point."
He sighed and folded his arms, pacing in a small circle before his eyes settled back on you. He spoke, "If you don't want me to take you on a date right now, walk back in," he raised up his hand, "I'll give you 5 seconds".
"5"
"4"
"3"
"2"
He looked at you, the amusement in his face never leaving.
"1"
And he finally closed all his fingers, the smile on his face widening. He extended his hand, gesturing for you to take it, "Let's go on a real date now, shall we?".
You silently took his hand, the frown still on your face, "I thought you ghosted me".
"Well, taste of your own fucking medicine, no?".
You and him did so many things together, and you could finally say that you were having a good time, unlike when you were having that dinner date with the other boy. You were laughing like there was no tomorrow, running around as he chased you down and tickled you when he caught you.
He kept telling you things like "This is what I wanted to do when I asked you to go out" which made your heart flutter, but he always had to add salt to the wound by saying something cold like "But someone felt the need to avoid me".
You and him ran up the staircase of the building, barging the door open where you were met with the night view. The rooftop was chilly, the cold wind blowing and Jake closed the door behind the two of you. You were in awe when you saw the stars in the sky, the sky looking so bright, more than you could've imagined.
"Say," he broke the silence, "Since I trust you won't run away now, could I ask of you to do the thing I've been wanting to do the most ever since?".
You glanced at him, puzzled to what he was referring to, but you saw him offer his hand. Still confused to what he was referring to, you took his hand in hopes he'd give you context.
"Let's dance," he asked and you were flabbergasted.
"So suddenly?" you choked, "But we have no music!".
"So what?" he twirled you around, his hands finding comfort in your waist afterwards.
You frowned at him, raising an eyebrow at him, "If someone thinks we're crazy, I'm going to blame you".
He scoffed and rolled his eyes, "Okay, sure whatever".
It started to quietten down as the two of you start to focus on each other, eye contact never breaking as he started to initiate the dance. The dance was.. slow. He took small steps, making it easier for you to follow along and when you accidentally tripped on his shoe, he quickly caught you, his hands around your waist. You were feeling doubtful of yourself, but he gave you a reassuring smile which gave you the courage to continue.
He slowly started to speed up as you started to get the hang of it, your body starting to feel less awkward and moving with the flow. You started to feel comfortable, the thought of someone suddenly coming to the rooftop and judging the two of you disappearing.
He twirled you around, the grin on his face never-leaving as he watched you. You were so sure he could hear your heart beat from how fast it was beating, and you teasingly stuck your tongue out at him, earning a loud chuckle which broke the silence.
The two of your bodies moved along with each other, your rhythms matching each others' even if there was no music to cue the both of you. He moved passionately with you, and you felt like you could do this all night.
Your eyes left his for a second to glance at the sky once again, and although you could see this every night, for some reason it seemed like the stars were shining brighter.
The stars seemed brighter, the sky looked prettier, and the moon's glow looked more ethereal.
"Hey," he broke the silence.
Your eyes fell back on his, curiosity filling you, "What?".
"You're more fun when you don't run away," he confessed.
He wasn't being mean or mocking you.
He was being honest. Genuine.
You stared at him in awe, being lost in his gaze.
"Can I kiss you?" he asked you, making your smile drop.
"What?" you muttered out, being caught off-guard that he asked such question. You were surprised that he'd ask you that out of the blue, but instead of feeling the need to push him and run away, you stayed on the spot and stared at him.
"I know you heard me," he stopped his tracks as well, the two of you now just standing and staring at each other.
You blinked at him, not believing what is about to happen. You suddenly remembered the time at the swimming pool, and your face turned red.
"Oh-ho, the moonlight isn't helping you!" he pointed at you, "I can see you blush!".
Your jaw dropped and your arms releases from his neck, cupping your cheeks and feeling your cheeks physically become hot. You avoided his gaze and turned your head from side to side, feeling nervous.
"I—" you muttered, only forming incoherent words.
His teasing made you feel embarrased, and you wanted to run to a corner to prepare yourself, but before you could turn away, he held your hands, "Nah-uh, I literally just complimented you for not running away".
You licked your lips, avoiding his gaze as you allowed him to inspect your face further, feeling more conscious of yourself.
"Look at me, please," he pleaded, and after a few seconds of building courage, you finally looked at him and saw vulnerability and love in his eyes.
"I'll ask again, okay?" he stated, "Actually no, I won't even ask—". He declared, "I want to kiss you".
Your eyes widened and your face grew even more red, the tips of your ears starting to become red as well.
"If you want to kiss me too, please say it too," he softly whispered, his eyebrows furrowing upwards as he grew more nervous to see how you'd respond.
"I.." your voice was quiet, "want to kiss you too..".
His eyes widened, and before you knew it, his lips clashed onto yours.
The kiss was slow and patient, as if he was being patient with you. It was similar to how he's been patient with you this entire time when you've been ghosting and pushing him away. You were awkward at first, feeling afraid and wanting to just disappear, but when he pulled you closer to him, it was almost like he was reassuring that he won't run away and hurt you.
You finally gave in, letting yourself loose after keeping your guard up for so long. The kiss felt heavenly, and it felt like a huge weigh on your back was finally removed. Your face grew even more red and your heart was beating more rapidly, your hands turning into fists as you fought the urge to push him away.
His lips felt like heaven. It was so comforting, and the way his lips moved with yours was perfect. He tilted your neck and snuck his tongue in after you finally started to kiss him back, earning a soft gasp from you. He explored the depths of your mouth, making you let out a moan.
Upon hearing your moan, he froze and instantly pulled back, "Did you just.. moan?".
"Shut the fuck up!"
He laughed out loud and you felt so irritated at his teasing, making you raise your fist. Seeing your raised fist was his cue to start running, and you chased him around, throwing curse words and threatening him that if you ever caught him, he'd be dead.
Originally, this was how you pushed him away, but in the end after you've confronted your feelings, this is how you pull him closer —no more running away, embracing and confronting the connection you both shared.
extra note : dare i say this is inspired by a real life experience except it wasnt fun and thrilling like this and i ghosted him after like 1.5 days lol
╰➤ sim jaeyun x reader
featuring wonyoung, liz, giselle, sungho, jaehyun (so far!)
synopsis having nothing to do in girls night, you and your gals decided that downloading a dating app would be absolutely perfect to spice up your lives. seeing the males on the dating app, you get violently irked out until you see someone who seems at least half-decent, which so happens to be a guy named "Sim Jaeyun" and it kicks off with him! until you.. start feeling the need.. to.. push away.
genre looots of banter, romance, comedy, enemies to lovers, reader has a chaotic friendgroup, dating app, coffee shop, overseas trip, more to add in the actual fic!
word count 17.7k (last updated 10/3)
expected word count 15-16k......
warning reader has an avoidant attachment lol, did i already say avoidant attachment?, vulnerability, reader has to face her attachment issues, mentions of death/wanting to die, mentions of anxiety, cursing
cly's note haha reader is inspired by me LOL wow who said that. anyways, would it be crazy to say this story is based on my experience? except it wasnt fun lol i ghosted the man after 1.5 days
now playing rollercoaster - bleachers
"You are such a rollercoaster, and a killer queen you are"
LMK IF YOU WANT TO BE IN THE TAGLIST!
preview under cut!
"It was summer when I saw your face," you sang into the tip of the broom, singing along to your favourite song that was playing in the cafe.
The infamous "Rollercoaster" by Bleachers.
You switched between sweeping and dancing, feeling free because you were closing alone.
"Man, I'm never the same," you sang, "We were shotgun lovers, I'm a—"
"You're a shotgun running away".
You screamed, immediately turning around at the sudden voice. You held the broom close to you and your heart accelerated from the scare. You thought it was ghost, but no it was something worse — Jake.
He leaned on the counter, "No wonder you loved the song, fits you so well".
You recovered from the scare, your face twisting as you retorted, "What the fuck are you doing here! We're closed!".
"Not yet," he pointed to the clock.
9:59.
One. Fucking. Minute. To. Closing.
"My usual, yep?" he voiced out, his tone irritating that you were tempted to jump on him and rip his hair out.
"And if I don't?"
"I can complain to your managers and get you fired. I'm close to all of them since I c'mere so often," he stared at the ceiling and scratched his head, "Surely you wouldn't want that, right?".
╰➤ sim jaeyun x reader
featuring wonyoung, liz, giselle, sungho, jaehyun (so far!)
synopsis having nothing to do in girls night, you and your gals decided that downloading a dating app would be absolutely perfect to spice up your lives. seeing the males on the dating app, you get violently irked out until you see someone who seems at least half-decent, which so happens to be a guy named "Sim Jaeyun" and it kicks off with him! until you.. start feeling the need.. to.. push away.
genre looots of banter, romance, comedy, enemies to lovers, reader has a chaotic friendgroup, dating app, coffee shop, overseas trip, more to add in the actual fic!
word count 9.9k (last updated 6/3)
expected word count 15-16k
warning reader has an avoidant attachment lol, did i already say avoidant attachment?, vulnerability, reader has to face her attachment issues, mentions of death/wanting to die, mentions of anxiety, cursing
cly's note haha reader is inspired by me LOL wow who said that. anyways, would it be crazy to say this story is based on my experience? except it wasnt fun lol i ghosted the man after 1.5 days
now playing rollercoaster - bleachers
"You are such a rollercoaster, and a killer queen you are"
LMK IF YOU WANT TO BE IN THE TAGLIST!
preview under cut!
"It was summer when I saw your face," you sang into the tip of the broom, singing along to your favourite song that was playing in the cafe.
The infamous "Rollercoaster" by Bleachers.
You switched between sweeping and dancing, feeling free because you were closing alone.
"Man, I'm never the same," you sang, "We were shotgun lovers, I'm a—"
"You're a shotgun running away".
You screamed, immediately turning around at the sudden voice. You held the broom close to you and your heart accelerated from the scare. You thought it was ghost, but no it was something worse — Jake.
He leaned on the counter, "No wonder you loved the song, fits you so well".
You recovered from the scare, your face twisting as you retorted, "What the fuck are you doing here! We're closed!".
"Not yet," he pointed to the clock.
9:59.
One. Fucking. Minute. To. Closing.
"My usual, yep?" he voiced out, his tone irritating that you were tempted to jump on him and rip his hair out.
"And if I don't?"
"I can complain to your managers and get you fired. I'm close to all of them since I c'mere so often," he stared at the ceiling and scratched his head, "Surely you wouldn't want that, right?".
SUMMARY: when the two pink lines appeared on the pregnancy test, the life you had so meticulously built crumbled. but sunghoon gathered the pieces back together, shaping a new life with your two babies.
WARNINGS: pregnancy, suggestive and mentions of sex (no smut), angst (if you squint?), fluff, crack by the end, sunghoon is so caring, their love makes me puke, description of labour and a c-section (i gathered my knowledge from grace anatomy), reader worries a lot, sunghoon works hard, twins (yohan and haneul), bed rest, a little complication with one of the babies, happy ending, pet names (babe, baby), lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.
a/n: i hope y’all like this, please REBLOG to share and stay tuned for the other members’ fics. <3 sorry for any grammar error, i’m sleep deprived. anw, do you think i should make a small drabble when the twins are older too? lmk.
You hadn’t planned for this. No one really does, do they?
One month ago, you were just a college student, studying hard, dreaming of the future, with your boyfriend, Sunghoon, by your side.
The two of you were inseparable, sharing classes, meals, and the occasional late-night walk around campus when life felt too overwhelming.
You thought you had time. time to grow, to figure things out, to live freely before settling into something serious.
But life had other plans.
When you found out you were pregnant, it hit you like a train.
You remembered sitting on the cold bathroom floor of your dorm, clutching the positive test in your trembling hands, staring at it until the lines blurred from your tears.
The first thing you thought about wasn’t yourself but Sunghoon.
What would he say? What would he do? Would he be scared, angry… relieved?
He wasn’t any of those things.
When you told him, he just pulled you into his arms, held you so tightly you thought you’d break, and whispered over and over that he loved you. That he’d take care of you. That you’d figure this out together.
But love wasn’t enough to stop reality from crashing down.
The college didn’t offer much sympathy.
As soon as you dropped out—because there was no way you could keep up with tuition and prepare for a baby—they kicked you out of the dorm. No exceptions.
You weren’t a student anymore, so you didn’t belong. It didn’t matter that you’d lived there for years.
You packed up what little you had, stuffing clothes and textbooks into worn-out suitcases while Sunghoon silently paced the small room, phone pressed to his ear as he tried to find somewhere — anywhere — for the two of you to go.
By some miracle, he did.
It wasn’t much. A tiny apartment on the outskirts of the city, far from campus, far from everything you knew.
The rent was low because the building was old and falling apart, but it had four walls, a roof, and running water. It was home.
Sunghoon tried to stay strong. He was a student, just like you had been, with assignments and exams and his own dreams.
But those dreams had been put on hold— at least, the version of them he once had. Now, instead of studying in the library with his friends, he was filling out job applications.
Instead of thinking about internships or grad school, he was wondering how to pay for diapers and formula.
He landed a part-time job at a convenience store after a week of searching, and though he came home every night exhausted and smelling like instant noodles and cold air, he always kissed you softly and asked how you were feeling, if the babies were okay.
Babies. Plural.
That had been another shock, one you’d gotten at your first ultrasound: Two little heartbeats. Two little lives.
You’d cried then, too. Half out of fear, half out of something that felt a little like awe. Sunghoon had cried with you, holding your hand so tightly his knuckles went white, whispering that it would be okay.
And you believed him. For a little while.
But things were hard.
The convenience store paycheck wasn’t enough, not when rent, groceries, and prenatal visits drained it so quickly. And even if your parents managed to send you their savings, it still was too little for prenatal vitamins and all the things you had to buy for when the twins would be born.
Sunghoon started losing sleep, staying up late to study after work, waking up early to make it to class, and somehow still managing to hold you when you couldn’t stop crying because your body was changing faster than you could handle, because you felt like a burden, because you were terrified.
You wanted to find a job too. You tried.
But no one wanted to hire a pregnant woman, not even when you were only two months along.
You didn’t even look pregnant, not really but employers seemed to know, somehow. They’d glance at your belly, at your tired eyes, and find a reason to turn you away.
“We’ll call you,” they’d say. They never did.
It was unfair. You were competent, you had your high school diploma. You could work, you could help. but no one would let you.
Sunghoon told you it was okay. That you should rest. That you were doing enough by taking care of yourself and the babies.
But you saw the way he clenched his jaw when he checked his bank account. You saw the exhaustion in his eyes, the frustration he tried to hide.
One night, after a particularly long shift, he came home, threw his keys on the kitchen counter, and just… broke.
“I can’t do this,” he whispered, leaning against the wall, head in his hands. “I’m trying, but it’s not enough… it’s never enough.”
You’d never seen him like that before. Sunghoon was always calm, always steady, the one who grounded you when you felt like you were falling apart.
But now he was the one unraveling, and you didn’t know how to help.
You went to him, kneeling beside him on the cold tile floor, and took his hands in yours “We’ll figure it out,” you whispered, echoing the words he’d once said to you. “We’ll find a way.”
He just shook his head. “I don’t want you to worry about this, you shouldn’t have to.”
“I already do,” you admitted, your voice soft but firm. “I worry every day, about you, about the babies, about what’s going to happen to us. But we’re in this together, Hoon, you’re not alone.”
And maybe that was what he needed to hear.
Because he pulled you into his arms, burying his face in your shoulder, and for the first time in a long time, you both let yourselves be scared.
And somehow, in the middle of all the fear and exhaustion, there were moments of happiness.
Late-night talks in bed, Sunghoon’s hand resting on your belly, feeling the faintest flutter of movement. The way he looked at you, like you were the most precious thing in the world, even when you felt anything but.
It wasn’t the life you’d imagined. But it was a fresh start, and you were going to make it work.
⪩⪨.
The chemistry between you and Sunghoon didn’t die, not even with the exhaustion, the stress, or the growing weight of reality pressing down on you both.
If anything, it seemed to shift into something deeper, more intimate.
Perhaps it was the hormones, or maybe it was the way Sunghoon looked at you— like you were made of glass and fire all at once.
There were nights when you’d reach for him, despite everything, when your body burned with a desperate, aching need that you couldn’t ignore.
It was embarrassing at first — how could you think about sex when there was so much to worry about? But Sunghoon never made you feel ashamed.
Even when he was exhausted, after long shifts at the convenience store and nights spent studying, if you whispered his name softly enough, he’d turn to you, his tired eyes softening, and touch you so gently it made you want to cry.
“You sure?” he’d ask, voice husky with sleep, his thumb tracing circles on your hip.
And when you nodded, needy and aching, he’d love you slowly, sweetly, like you were something precious.
His hands, rough from work and cold from the night air, would warm against your skin, spreading goosebumps as they moved over your growing belly, your curves softening into something maternal and foreign to you both.
“I love you,” he’d whisper, over and over, like a promise.
And when it was over, he’d hold you, tracing patterns on your back until you fell asleep, his hand never leaving your stomach, like he needed to feel all three of you were still there.
Still his.
⪩⪨.
You hated feeling useless. No matter how many times Sunghoon told you to rest, to take care of yourself and the babies, the guilt sat heavy on your chest; a constant reminder that while he was out there working himself to the bone, you were at home, waiting.
So, you kept looking for a job.
And eventually, you found one.
It wasn’t much: a small corner café, tucked away in the older part of town.
The owner, a kind older woman named Mrs. Park, had taken one look at you and seemed to understand without you having to say a word.
She didn’t ask about the pregnancy, didn’t ask why you were looking for work so urgently. She just handed you an apron and asked if you could start the next morning.
You said yes before she could change her mind.
The hours were short, just enough to bring home a small paycheck without overworking yourself. Between morning sickness, aching feet, and the constant hum of anxiety, you managed.
The work kept your mind busy, and the extra money, small as it was, helped. anything to lighten the weight on Sunghoon’s shoulders.
The best part was the way his face lit up when you handled him your first paycheck, small and wrinkled from being folded into your pocket all day.
“You didn’t have to…” he whispered, holding the check like it was made of gold.
“I know,” you said, leaning up to kiss him softly. “But I wanted to.”
He didn’t say anything after that, just pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly enough that you felt the tremor in his hands.
Money was still tight.
You became an expert at stretching every dollar, buying second-hand things for the babies: clothes, a crib, even a stroller someone had listed online for half the price.
You cleaned everything, scrubbed it down until it looked new, and though it wasn’t the Pinterest-perfect nursery you’d once dreamed of, but it was enough.
⪩⪨.
The fifth month of pregnancy crept up on you quietly, like the tide rolling in, soft and inevitable, until one day you looked in the mirror and saw someone entirely new.
Your belly had grown, round and firm, stretched with the weight of the two tiny humans inside you. It was impossible to hide anymore.
You were blooming.
Despite the morning sickness that still lingered some days, and the exhaustion that settled into your bones like a permanent guest, there was something undeniably radiant about you now.
Your skin glowed, cheeks flushed with a soft pink hue, and your hair became somehow shinier and thicker.
Even your eyes seemed brighter, though you chalk that up to getting more sleep now that you weren’t balancing school and work.
“Wow, pregnancy looks good on you,” Mrs. Park had said one morning at the café, handing you a fresh cup of chamomile tea instead of the coffee you so desperately wanted.
You had laughed, shaking your head, brushing flour off your apron. “I feel like a beached whale.”
“You look like a goddess,” she insisted, patting your arm gently before returning to the kitchen.
It wasn’t just her, either. Customers complimented you more often now, commenting on your “glow,” asking when you were due, if you knew the genders yet.
Some people even touched your belly without asking, which drove you insane, but you bit your tongue and smiled through it, knowing they meant well.
Still, no amount of glowing or compliments could change the fact that you were tired.
All the time.
Your body ached in ways you hadn’t anticipated. Your back throbbed almost constantly, the strain of carrying twins becoming more obvious with each passing week.
Walking more than a few blocks left you breathless, and your feet… Lord, your feet.
They swelled like balloons by the end of every day, tight and aching, even when you sat down as much as possible at work.
You’d become clumsy, too. You knocked things over more than once at the café, sending cups crashing to the floor, apologizing profusely as you bent down (with great effort) to clean up the mess.
“Don’t worry about it,” Mrs. Park always said, shooing you away. “Go sit down for a minute. You’re carrying two humans, for heaven’s sake.”
When you got home from work, you always tried to clean the apartment before Sunghoon came back.
It was small, but you wanted it to feel like a home, not just a temporary place you were stuck in. You’d make the bed, wipe down the tiny kitchen counters, and vacuum the living room—all while trying not to collapse from exhaustion.
Sometimes, you’d manage to cook dinner too, though more often than not, you just ordered something cheap and easy, feeling guilty but knowing you couldn’t push yourself too hard.
Sunghoon never complained.
When he came home, usually around sunset, the door would creak open, and you heard the familiar sound of his keys hitting the small bowl by the entrance.
“Babe?” he called, voice soft but tired.
“In here,” you answered from the couch, where you’d usually ended up, legs propped up on a pillow to help with the swelling.
He appeared in the doorway, still in his uniform from the convenience store, black slacks and a button-up shirt, a little wrinkled, smelling faintly of coffee and instant ramen. His hair tousled from the wind, dark eyes warm but weary.
Without fail, he smiled the moment he saw you.
“Hey,” he said, crossing the room to kneel beside you, pressing a kiss to your temple, then your belly. “How are my girls?”
You rolled your eyes, but the smile came anyway. “Or boys.”
“Or one of each,” he teased, hands gentle as they splayed over your bump, feeling for any kicks.
“How was work?”
He sighed, leaning his head against your shoulder, closing his eyes for a moment. “Long… some guy tried to shoplift again, i’m starting to think I should charge admission fees for all the chaos.”
You laughed softly, fingers brushing through his hair, knowing how much he hated that job but how hard he was trying to keep it for you, for the babies.
“I made dinner,” you said, though ‘made’ meant heating the leftovers you had in th fridge.
“Mhh,” he murmured, already half-asleep against you. “I’d rather eat you. Cheaper and more delicious.”
You smacked his head lightly “You’re almost collapsing, go eat, Hoon.”
“Alright,” he kissed your cheek and got up, moving towards the kitchen “But I’ll have you as a dessert!”
⪩⪨.
Nights were the hardest.
Your body ached more at night, your back screaming every time you tried to find a comfortable position in bed.
You’d toss and turn, sometimes getting up to walk around the apartment because lying down just hurt too much.
Sunghoon always noticed, even when you tried to be quiet.
One night, around three in the morning, you were sitting at the kitchen table, drinking water and rubbing your lower back, when you heard him shuffle out of bed.
“Babe?” His voice was thick with sleep, hair sticking up in every direction.
“Sorry,” you whispered. “I couldn’t sleep.”
Without a word, he walked over, stood behind you, and began to massage your shoulders, his thumbs pressing gently into the knots that seemed permanent these days.
“You don’t have to…”
“I want to,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.
His hands were warm and firm, working down your back slowly, easing the tension until you melted against him, sighing softly.
“You okay?” he asked after a while, his chin resting on your shoulder.
“Yeah,” you whispered, eyes closing as you leaned into his warmth. “Just… tired.”
“I know,” he said quietly, his hands never stopping their slow, comforting motion. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
You let out a soft, breathy laugh. “I feel like a whale.”
“You’re beautiful,” he insisted, his voice so sincere it made your throat tighten. “You’re carrying our babies, that’s… incredible.”
You turned your head slightly, just enough to brush your lips against his.
It was soft, warm, and lingering, a kiss that spoke of gratitude, of love, of something deeper than either of you had words for.
“Come back to bed,” he whispered.
And when you did, he wrapped himself around you, one arm under your belly, supporting its weight, the other tangled in your hair. His body was warm, steady, grounding.
You fell asleep like that, safe and held, and for a little while, all the worry, all the exhaustion, all the fear melted away.
⪩⪨.
By the seventh month, everything changed.
Your doctor had been gentle, but firm, when she sat you down after your check-up, her eyes soft with concern.
“I’m putting you on immediate bed rest,” she said, her voice leaving no room for argument. “Your body is straining too hard, and with twins, that’s dangerous, iknow you’ve been trying to push through, but if you keep this up, there’s a high risk of preterm labor —or worse.”
“Worse?” you had repeated, barely above a whisper.
The idea of something happening to your babies was too much to comprehend.
You felt your chest tighten, your hands instinctively cradling your belly as though you could protect them from the world with just that small gesture.
“I’ll give you a list of things you need like vitamins and supplements, carrying two is an enormous strain, and I want you and the babies safe.”
You hadn’t argued. You were too scared to argue.
You’d complied immediately, even though it meant using some of the money you and Sunghoon had saved for the babies. money that was supposed to go toward diapers, formula, a proper crib.
Instead, you’d bought the prenatal vitamins your doctor insisted on, the ones you’d been avoiding because they were expensive and you thought you could get by without them.
When you told Sunghoon, he didn’t complain.
“We’ll figure it out,” he’d said that night, after helping you into bed, his hand warm and steady against your swollen belly. “You’re not going to worry about money right now, i’ll pick up more shifts.”
“But—”
“No.” his voice was gentle but firm, leaving no room for protest. “I mean it. I’ll handle it… for them.”
He always said ‘for them,’ and that was all it took to silence your guilt.
Even Mrs. Park, kind as ever, had understood. When you called to tell her you couldn’t come to work anymore, your voice shaking with apology, she stopped you before you could even finish.
“Sweetheart, don’t you dare apologize. You’re having twins! Focus on your health, and don’t be afraid to ask if you need anything.”
You’d cried after that call,not out of sadness, but out of gratitude.
A week into bed rest, you found out the genders.
The ultrasound revealed it clearly— one boy and one girl. You hadn’t realized how emotional you’d be until you saw their tiny forms on the screen, moving, kicking, their hearts beating strong and fast.
“They’re healthy,” the technician had said with a smile, pointing out their little hands, their spines, the curve of their heads.
In the cab ride home, you and Sunghoon sat in stunned, happy silence, hands clasped tightly together over your belly.
Later that night, lying in bed, you’d brought up names.
“I want their names to match,” you murmured, your head on Sunghoon’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart, your own hands tracing the curve of your belly.
“Like… rhyme?” he asked, sounding a little amused, his fingers lazily playing with your hair, “Not rhyme, just… sound good together, you know?”
He hummed thoughtfully. “Okay, uhm, Do you like Yohan?”
You looked up at him, surprised. “Yohan?”
“Yeah. For the boy.” You let the name roll around in your mind, “I like it,” you whispered.
“And for the girl?” he asked, looking down at you, waiting.
You thought for a long moment. “Haneul.”
His lips curved into a soft smile. “Yohan and Haneul.”
“Yohan and Haneul,” you repeated, the names fitting together like puzzle pieces, like they were always meant to be spoken side by side.
“Perfect,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “They’re going to be perfect.”
Bed rest, however, was not perfect.
You knew it was necessary, you wanted to do everything in your power to keep your babies safe, but that didn’t make it any easier.
Sitting on the couch all day, only to move back to the bed or the kitchen chair, made you restless and bored out of your mind.
You felt horrible, especially knowing Sunghoon was working harder than ever to keep everything together.
He had picked up more shifts at the convenience store, working late into the night, coming home exhausted but still smiling, still touching your belly and asking how “his little ones” were doing.
You tried to keep the apartment clean as best you could from your limited range like folding laundry from the couch, wiping down surfaces slowly, feeling winded even from that.
One evening, Sunghoon came home to find you trying to sweep the floor, your back screaming in protest, your belly making it hard to even bend slightly.
“What are you doing?” he asked, immediately taking the broom from your hands.
“…cleaning.”
“You’re supposed to be resting.”
“I can’t just sit around all day, Sunghoon.” You snapped, harsher than intended.
He sighed, setting the broom aside, and took your hands gently in his, guiding you to sit back on the couch.
“You’re growing two humans inside you,” he reminded you softly, kneeling in front of you, his hands warm against your knees. “That’s not useless, that’s… everything.”
You blinked, your throat tight, feeling tears threaten to spill over.
Damn pregnancy hormones.
“I just… I hate seeing you do everything,” you whispered.
“I don’t mind,” he said, and you could tell he meant it. “I love you, I love them.”
You reached out, your fingers brushing through his hair, and he leaned into your touch like he always did, eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment of peace.
“I’m so tired,” you admitted softly.
“I know,” he whispered, pressing a kiss t your belly. “I know, baby.”
⪩⪨.
The pain came fast and without warning.
One moment, you were shifting uncomfortably on the couch, rubbing circles over your swollen belly, trying to ease the dull ache in your back.
The next, a sharp, unbearable pressure shot through you, like your entire body was twisting in on itself.
You gasped, hands flying to your stomach.
The next contraction came even harder, stealing the breath from your lungs. Your vision blurred as panic set in.
Your phone. Where was your phone?
With trembling hands, you fumbled around the couch cushions until you found it, barely able to press the call button before another wave of pain wracked through you.
The dial tone rang endlessly in your ears before Sunghoon’s voice finally cut through.
“Hey, baby, what’s—”
“Sunghoon,” you choked out, voice shaking. “It’s happening.”
Silence. “What?”
“The babies—” You couldn’t even get the words out properly.
You were panting, your whole body trembling, the pain stretching and pulling in ways that made you want to scream. “You need to come home, please.”
“I’m on my way,” he said immediately, his voice tight.
You could hear the sound of his chair scraping back, the muffled voices of his classmates as he grabbed his things in a rush. “Stay on the phone with me, are you in pain?”
“Yes,” you whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut as another contraction hit.
“Baby, you need to breathe,” he said, his voice urgent but gentle. “In through your nose, out through your mouth, you remember what the doctor said, right? Just focus on that until I get there.”
You tried. You really did. But the pain was overwhelming, and all you could do was grip the armrest of the couch, gasping through each agonizing wave.
Minutes stretched into eternity before you finally heard the sound of the front door slamming open.
“Y/N?” Sunghoon’s voice was frantic as he rushed to your side, immediately crouching down in front of you.
His hands found your face, your belly, anywhere he could touch to ground you.
“I can’t—” You broke off, biting back a sob. “It hurts, Sunghoon.”
“I know, baby,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead, his own breath shaky. “But we need to go, okay? Can you stand?”
You nodded weakly, though your legs felt like jelly. Sunghoon slipped an arm around your waist, practically lifting you off the couch as he guided you toward the door.
Each step sent another sharp wave of pain through you, and by the time you reached the car, you were sobbing into his shoulder.
“It’s okay,” he kept whispering. “I’ve got you,.”
The drive to the hospital was a blur of pain and panic.
Sunghoon gripped the wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white, running every red light, ignoring every honk and shout from passing cars. Every few seconds, he’d glance over at you, his face lined with worry.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” he kept saying, even when you were barely holding yourself together. “We’re almost there. Just hold on for me, okay?”
When you finally arrived, nurses swarmed around you, wheeling you through the halls while Sunghoon ran beside the gurney, his hand never leaving yours.
“She’s having twins,” he told them, his voice strained. “She’s in labour, please, you have to help her.”
They nodded, moving quickly, and before you knew it, you were in a hospital bed, strapped to monitors, IVs in your arm, the sterile scent of antiseptic filling your nose.
The contractions were coming faster now, sharper, stronger, making your whole body arch off the bed in pain.
“It hurts,” you sobbed, gripping Sunghoon’s hand so tight you were sure you’d break his fingers.
“I’m sorry, baby” he whispered, pressing frantic kisses to your damp forehead. “You”re doing great.”
The doctor came in moments later, her face grave. “You’re not dilating fast enough,” she said. “And with twins, we can’t risk waiting, ae need to perform a C-section.”
Your heart stopped.
“No,” you gasped, shaking your head. “I— I don’t want—”
“Y/N,” Sunghoon whispered, his forehead pressed against yours. “It’s going to be okay.”
“I don’t want to be cut open,” you sobbed. “Sunghoon, please—”
His hands cradled your face, his thumbs wiping away your tears. “I know, I know,” he murmured, his voice shaking. “But we have to do what’s best for them, okay? I promise I’ll be right there the whole time.”
You searched his eyes desperately, finding nothing but love, worry, and unwavering determination.
You nodded, swallowing down your fear.
They prepped you quickly, the spinal anesthesia numbing you from the waist down, but the fear still clawed at your chest.
Sunghoon was right beside you, wearing scrubs over his clothes, his hand gripping yours tightly.
“You’re doing so good,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’m so proud of you, baby.”
You barely felt it when they made the incision, but you felt the pressure, the pulling, the strange sensation of something being moved inside you.
And then—
A cry. Loud and strong.
Your heart clenched as they lifted Yohan into the air, his tiny fists flailing, his lungs filled with life.
“A boy,” the doctor said, smiling. “A very strong little boy.”
Tears blurred your vision as you watched the nurse wrap him in a blanket. He was perfect. Tiny, but perfect.
But then—something was wrong.
Haneul wasn’t crying.
Your breath hitched. You turned to Sunghoon, his face pale with fear.
“Why isn’t she crying?” you asked, panic creeping into your voice.
The doctor was already working, her expression serious as she cleared her airway, checked her vitals.
Seconds stretched into eternity before… A weak, but definite, wail.
Your entire body sagged with relief.
“She’s small,” the doctor said. “She needs monitoring, but she’s here.”
“She’s here,” Sunghoon echoed, his voice breaking.
By the time they stitched you up and wheeled you to recovery, it was just the four of you.
You were exhausted, barely able to keep your eyes open, but you watched as Sunghoon cradled Yohan in his arms, his eyes filled with pure love.
“She looks like you,” he whispered, glancing at Haneul, who was wrapped up in a tiny incubator beside your bed.
You let out a weak laugh. “She looks like you, too.”
He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “I love you,” he murmured. “Thank you for giving me them.”
Tears slipped down your cheeks as you reached for his hand, squeezing weakly.
“I would have never made it without you,” you whispered.
⪩⪨.
The first few days were harder than anything you could have imagined.
Your body was broken, stitched together but still aching, bruised, raw.
Every movement sent sharp, burning pain through your abdomen, making even the simplest tasks feel impossible. And yet, you had no choice, there were two tiny humans depending on you.
Two.
The weight of it was crushing. You were a mother now, not just to one baby, but two. Yohan and Haneul.
They were small, fragile, barely able to hold up their own heads, and they needed you every second of the day.
But you were exhausted.
Completely, utterly drained.
The moment you stepped foot into the small apartment, holding Haneul while Sunghoon carried Yohan in his arms, you felt the overwhelming urge to collapse onto the bed and sleep for days.
Except you couldn’t.
Because the twins were already stirring, their tiny mouths opening and closing, their bodies wriggling in search of warmth and nourishment.
You barely had time to lower yourself onto the couch before the wailing started.
First Haneul, her tiny lungs stronger than you would’ve expected for how fragile she looked. Then Yohan, following his sister’s lead as if he had to compete for who could cry the loudest.
“Oh my God,” you groaned, pressing a hand over your face. “How are they so loud?”
Sunghoon, looking just as exhausted, stared down at Yohan with wide eyes. “Do we… do we rock them?”
“No, let’s just leave them to cry themselves to sleep,” you deadpanned.
Sunghoon shot you a look. “Alright, alright, picking them up now.”
He rocked Yohan awkwardly, bouncing him slightly, but the baby only cried harder.
You tried to do the same with Haneul, wincing as you shifted to hold her properly against your chest. Your stitches screamed in protest, and you had to bite back a whimper of pain.
“Shh, baby,” you whispered, rubbing her tiny back. “Please, just a few minutes of peace.”
Breastfeeding had been one of the most painful surprises of motherhood.
You had read about it, heard stories, but nothing prepared you for the sheer agony of tiny mouths latching onto already sore and swollen breasts.
Haneul latched on first, her tiny hands pressing against your skin. Yohan squirmed in Sunghoon’s arms, waiting for his turn impatiently.
“God, they eat like they haven’t been fed in years,” Sunghoon muttered, sitting beside you.
You snorted, adjusting Haneul in your arms as she sucked greedily. The pain was unbearable at first, but after a while, you barely noticed it, you were too tired to care.
Once she was done, you carefully passed her to Sunghoon, who traded her for Yohan.
Yohan latched on immediately, his tiny fingers curling into your skin.
Sunghoon stared at the two of you, his eyes soft. “You’re amazing, you know?”
You huffed. “Tell me that when I don’t feel like a cow being milked.”
He chuckled, gently rocking Haneul in his arms. “I mean it, you just gave birth a few days ago, and you’re already handling both of them.”
You wanted to tell him you weren’t handling anything. That you were barely holding yourself together, that you felt like crying every second of the day. But you just leaned against him, exhaling slowly.
“We’re trying,” you murmured.
“We’re a family.” he retorted.
The days blurred into an exhausting, sleepless cycle: Feed. Change diapers. Cry. Repeat.
Bathing them was a whole new challenge.
“We don’t even have a tub,” you groaned, staring at the two tiny and stinky babies.
Sunghoon scratched the back of his neck. “We could… fill the sink?”
You stared at him. “You want to bathe our newborn babies in the kitchen sink?”
He lifted his hands defensively. “It’s clean! And small enough for them.” You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Fine, Just don’t drop them.”
Sunghoon grinned. “I would never.”
Ten minutes later, he almost dropped Yohan.
“Sunghoon!” you yelped, catching the baby before he could slip further into the water.“I had him!” Sunghoon insisted, looking guilty.
“You did not have him.”
He cleared his throat, adjusting his hold on Yohan. “Maybe this is a two-person job.”
“No shit.”
Together, you managed to get both babies cleaned, even if it was a messy, wet, and chaotic experience.
By the time they were wrapped in towels and back in your arms, you felt ready to pass out.
Sunghoon flopped onto the couch beside you, letting out a heavy sigh. “I think we deserve a medal for that.”
“You deserve a lecture,” you muttered. “Honestly, I don’t know if I should trust you with our children.”
He pouted. “That hurts, babe.”
You rolled your eyes but leaned against him anyway, watching as Yohan and Haneul drifted off to sleep in your arms.
Sunghoon kissed your temple, his voice softer this time. “We’ll get better at this.”
“We have to,” you said. “They depend on us.”
“And we depend on each other.” He squeezed your hand. “We’re in this together, baby. Always.”
Always.
⪩⪨.
The twins were finally asleep.
You exhaled a deep, shaky breath as you slumped onto the couch, every muscle in your body aching from exhaustion. It had taken forever to get them down, rocking, shushing, feeding, changing diapers, starting over again when one cried and the other followed. But now, for a few precious hours, there was silence.
Sunghoon collapsed beside you, his head tilting back against the cushions. He let out a low groan, rubbing a hand down his face. “Holy shit, that was brutal.”
You huffed out a weak laugh. “I thought we were gonna die.”
He turned his head to look at you, smiling softly. “We can’t possibly be defeated by two itty bitty humans.”
You let your head fall against his shoulder, your eyes closing for a moment.
Your body reminded you of the pain you were still inn with a dull, persistent ache in your abdomen.
Sunghoon felt your wince before you even said anything. He shifted, glancing down at you with concern. “You okay?”
You swallowed, opening your eyes. “Scar still hurts.”
His lips pressed into a thin line, and without a word, he helped you sit up.
“Let’s take care of it,” he said. “Come on.”
The apartment was small, barely enough for the two of you before the twins arrived. Now, it felt even smaller, cluttered with diapers, bottles, and tiny clothes drying on a rack in the corner.
But somehow, Sunghoon still made it feel like home.
He guided you to the bathroom, his hands careful and steady as he helped you undress.
You hesitated when your shirt lifted, revealing the healing incision across your lower abdomen. The skin was still angry and red, the stitches tight. It wasn’t pretty.
Sunghoon didn’t even blink. He just crouched down, his fingertips ghosting over the area as if touching too hard might hurt you.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.
You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Don’t lie.”
“I’m not,” he said, his voice firm. He kissed just above the scar, lingering for a moment before looking up at you. “This is proof of how strong you are, I love it, I love you.”
You felt something in your chest tighten, an unexpected warmth spreading through you.
“Stop making me emotional,” you muttered, blinking back tears.
He grinned, standing up again. “Can’t help it. Now come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”
Sunghoon washed your hair, fingers massaging your scalp with a tenderness that nearly made you melt. He was careful around your scar, using light touches to clean the area before wrapping you in a warm towel.
You felt better when you stepped out. Not great, not healed, but better.
He sat you down on the closed toilet seat, kneeling in front of you to apply the ointment the doctor had given you. His hands were warm, his touch featherlight.
“Still hurts?” he asked softly.
“A little,” you admitted. “But it’s better when you do it.”
His lips quirked up. “Guess I’ve got the magic touch.”
Once he finished, he helped you into a fresh set of pajamas, sighing when he noticed the stains on your old shirt.
“Your boobs are leaking again.”
You groaned, rubbing at your eyes. “I know… I feel like a damn cow.”
Sunghoon chuckled, helping you put on a fresh nursing bra before tugging a clean shirt over your head. “You’re not a cow, you’re an amazing mom.”
You gave him a look. “An amazing cow mom.”
He pinched your side gently, making you squeak. “Shut up and get in bed.”
You let him guide you back to the bedroom, sighing as you sank into the sheets. He pulled the blankets up to your chin, tucking you in like you were the fragile one, not the twins sleeping soundly in their shared bassinet.
Sunghoon sat beside you for a moment, brushing your hair back from your face.
“You should get some sleep,” he murmured.
You blinked at him,realizing why he hadn’t changed into his pyjamas snd wasn’t under the covers with you “You need to get ready for work.”
“I’ll leave in a bit,” he said, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Just wanna make sure you’re okay first.”
You reached up, curling your fingers around his wrist. “I don’t want you to go.”
His expression softened. “I know, baby. But we need the money.”
You sighed, closing your eyes. “I hate this.”
“I do too.” He ran his thumb over your cheek. “But we’ll get through it.”
You wanted to believe him. You really did.
But when exhaustion pulled you under, all you could think about was how hard everything was. How much you missed just being you and him.
How much you missed having him next to you, instead of leaving every night to work while you lay awake, waiting for the next time the twins would cry.
Sunghoon stayed until your breathing evened out, pressing one last kiss to your cheek before slipping away to get ready for work.
Even if he hated leaving, he had to. For you. For Yohan and Haneul.
For the life you had built together, not perfect, but beautiful.
╰➤ sim jaeyun x reader
featuring wonyoung, liz, giselle, sungho, jaehyun (so far!)
synopsis having nothing to do in girls night, you and your gals decided that downloading a dating app would be absolutely perfect to spice up your lives. seeing the males on the dating app, you get violently irked out until you see someone who seems at least half-decent, which so happens to be a guy named "Sim Jaeyun" and it kicks off with him! until you.. start feeling the need.. to.. push away.
genre looots of banter, romance, comedy, enemies to lovers, reader has a chaotic friendgroup, dating app, coffee shop, overseas trip, more to add in the actual fic!
word count 4.7k (last updated 27/2)
expected word count 10-11k
warning reader has an avoidant attachment lol, did i already say avoidant attachment?, vulnerability, reader has to face her attachment issues, mentions of death/wanting to die, mentions of anxiety, cursing
cly's note haha reader is inspired by me LOL wow who said that. anyways, would it be crazy to say this story is based on my experience? except it wasnt fun lol i ghosted the man after 1.5 days
now playing rollercoaster - bleachers
"You are such a rollercoaster, and a killer queen you are"
LMK IF YOU WANT TO BE IN THE TAGLIST!
preview under cut!
"It was summer when I saw your face," you sang into the tip of the broom, singing along to your favourite song that was playing in the cafe.
The infamous "Rollercoaster" by Bleachers.
You switched between sweeping and dancing, feeling free because you were closing alone.
"Man, I'm never the same," you sang, "We were shotgun lovers, I'm a—"
"You're a shotgun running away".
You screamed, immediately turning around at the sudden voice. You held the broom close to you and your heart accelerated from the scare. You thought it was ghost, but no it was something worse — Jake.
He leaned on the counter, "No wonder you loved the song, fits you so well".
You recovered from the scare, your face twisting as you retorted, "What the fuck are you doing here! We're closed!".
"Not yet," he pointed to the clock.
9:59.
One. Fucking. Minute. To. Closing.
"My usual, yep?" he voiced out, his tone irritating that you were tempted to jump on him and rip his hair out.
"And if I don't?"
"I can complain to your managers and get you fired. I'm close to all of them since I c'mere so often," he stared at the ceiling and scratched his head, "Surely you wouldn't want that, right?".
╰➤ sim jaeyun x reader
featuring wonyoung, liz, giselle, sungho, jaehyun (so far!)
synopsis having nothing to do in girls night, you and your gals decided that downloading a dating app would be absolutely perfect to spice up your lives. seeing the males on the dating app, you get violently irked out until you see someone who seems at least half-decent, which so happens to be a guy named "Sim Jaeyun" and it kicks off with him! until you.. start feeling the need.. to.. push away.
genre looots of banter, romance, comedy, enemies to lovers, reader has a chaotic friendgroup, dating app, coffee shop, overseas trip, more to add in the actual fic!
word count 17.7k (last updated 10/3)
expected word count 15-16k......
warning reader has an avoidant attachment lol, did i already say avoidant attachment?, vulnerability, reader has to face her attachment issues, mentions of death/wanting to die, mentions of anxiety, cursing
cly's note haha reader is inspired by me LOL wow who said that. anyways, would it be crazy to say this story is based on my experience? except it wasnt fun lol i ghosted the man after 1.5 days
now playing rollercoaster - bleachers
"You are such a rollercoaster, and a killer queen you are"
LMK IF YOU WANT TO BE IN THE TAGLIST! (CLOSED)
preview under cut!
"It was summer when I saw your face," you sang into the tip of the broom, singing along to your favourite song that was playing in the cafe.
The infamous "Rollercoaster" by Bleachers.
You switched between sweeping and dancing, feeling free because you were closing alone.
"Man, I'm never the same," you sang, "We were shotgun lovers, I'm a—"
"You're a shotgun running away".
You screamed, immediately turning around at the sudden voice. You held the broom close to you and your heart accelerated from the scare. You thought it was ghost, but no it was something worse — Jake.
He leaned on the counter, "No wonder you loved the song, fits you so well".
You recovered from the scare, your face twisting as you retorted, "What the fuck are you doing here! We're closed!".
"Not yet," he pointed to the clock.
9:59.
One. Fucking. Minute. To. Closing.
"My usual, yep?" he voiced out, his tone irritating that you were tempted to jump on him and rip his hair out.
"And if I don't?"
"I can complain to your managers and get you fired. I'm close to all of them since I c'mere so often," he stared at the ceiling and scratched his head, "Surely you wouldn't want that, right?".
hai guys! just thought that i should make an update!
i'm done with my semester (i've actually been done for a while) and i've been doing other things that make me happy! i definitely have not forgotten about writing LOL i know my account has been so dead but lately i've been working on something but since i haven't written in awhile my writing stamina (?) is not there yet ykwim so i've been getting a lot of writer's block.
do expect something to come out! but not anytime this week.
i say this everytime but thank u all for all the support even when i've been inactive, i really appreciate to know that people enjoy what i write!
anyways i have no idea what else to say so yup thanks guys
