wc. look i just wrote this at 2am on tumblr i didn't count the words 🧍♀️
you hate thunderstorms.
the flashes of lighting that would light up your room for a split second, the rumbling thunder that felt as if the world was crumbling beneath you, and the harsh pattering of the rain crashing on your window. you hated all of it.
to your dismay, it was raining outside, the booming thunder startling you as you hid under the covers. you whimper as you shrunk further into the sheets, sealing your eyes shut as you hope for the storm to pass soon.
you perk up when you hear the front door unlock, hearing seokmin call out to you in his usual sing-song tune when he gets back from work. you try to let out a simple 'yeah', but only a faint peep came out your mouth that didn't fall on your husband's ears. another roll of thunder passes by, and you hear seokmin audibly mumble 'oh no' before you hear his footsteps running towards your shared bedroom.
before you know it, the door to the bedroom is swung open. "oh, honey." seokmin sighs, walking over to the bed before he cautiously lifts the blanket, revealing your tear-streaked face and trembling figure. "oh, baby. i'm so sorry, i should've came home earlier when the storm started, i should've remembered." seokmin worriedly says, getting on the bed to hug you as you hastily wipe your tears.
"no, it's fine, seokmin. i held it out alone for that long, that's what matters." you try reassure him, making him squeeze you. "no, you were terrified. i can't forgive myself for leaving you alone like that." seokmin mumbles, kissing the top of your head before leaning on it, nuzzling his cheek into your hair. your heart beats erratically, that tingly warm feeling washing over you as you cuddle closer to him, humming as you feel yourself at ease.
sure, you hate thunderstorms, but maybe there are exceptions.
those exceptions being cuddling your husband to pass the time as the thunderstorm goes away.
summary. "it's either the loss of one, or one thousand."
warnings. tw! major character death, swords (dueling)
a/n. this is my event fic for precious illusions!! following the prompt of illusions.
wc. 2.1k
“father, mother. prince wonwoo and i have come to a conclusion,” you announce at the dinner table, making everyone go silent, the clattering of utensils dying out as the chatter dies down. the silence that ensues holds nothing but bated breath, the people seated at the table waiting for you to continue—to explain this supposed conclusion.
“well, y/n. tell us what you both have decided.” your father, the king, chuckles, a hint of mocking in his tone, making your stomach churn in disgust.
“prince wonwoo and i fight to the death. survivor rules both kingdoms.”
you see your mother’s eyes widen out of the corner of your eye, her breath hitching as she puts down her goblet, and the atmosphere of the room shifts, the tension thick enough to slice through with a butter knife.
“y/n, wh-”
“if you both do not favour this decision then the only option left is war.” you could feel your father’s burning gaze as you poked at your food, unable to really eat anything after feeling the bit of vomit rising in your throat as time ticks by.
"it’s either the loss of one, or one thousand.” you simply state, wiping your hands off and drinking the rest of the wine in your goblet before calling over a maid to take care of your dishes. “prince wonwoo has also passed the word to the king and queen of his kingdom. the decision is now in your hands.”
as you start to walk away from the dinner table, you hear your mom’s hushed voice and the quiet mumbles of those at the table, silently making your way out of the castle to get some fresh air, letting out a breath of air you weren’t aware that you were holding.
tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, wonwoo smiles sadly, his eyes filled with sorrow. you could feel the pain behind his tone as he speaks up, failing to hold back the tears that sprung to your eyes. “princess, i think we both know what the best decision is.” he mumbles, gently caressing your cheek as you sigh, hoping that this was only a dream.
“i don’t want to lose you, my love,” you whisper, tears now rolling down your cheeks. wonwoo brushes away the tear that had fallen as you bring up your hand to hold wonwoo’s, nuzzling your face into his palm as you gaze up at him.
a comfortable silence engulfs you both as the moon shines upon wonwoo’s face, emphasizing his features beautifully. your eyes trail down from his brown eyes that gave off the illusion of holding the galaxy within them, to the gold-rimmed glasses sitting delicately atop his nose. you glance at his lips, which looked oh-so-soft and pretty. you took in everything, everything that you could about him.
“me too,” he whispers back, slowly leaning in as you flutter your eyes closed–
the knocking on your door pulls you out of your cluttered thoughts, and you get up and fix your hair before letting out a quick ‘come in’.
the door opens to reveal your younger brother, who clearly looked like he was crying his eyes out prior to meeting you.
“what do you want, chan.” you mumble, lying back down and going back to mindlessly staring at your ceiling, ignoring the quiet sniffles of your brother. “what do i want? i want you to back out of that offer.” you groan before he continues, burying your face into your palms as your brother drones on.
“did you hear yourself, y/n? you sounded absolutely insane! why would you do such a thing, idiot?!” chan hisses, plopping himself right next to you on your bed, and you just envision the pout that would be plastered on his face if you spared the kid a glance.
“plus, i don’t want to lose either of you, unless you both are getting married and going off to live someplace else!” chan whines quietly, making you roll your eyes before standing up to just pace around the room.
"we both don’t have a choice, chan. if we don’t do this, both of our kingdoms are going to wage war against each other. we don’t want to see the places we grew up in result to such a state.” you explained, finally facing him, only to tear up as you looked into his distressed eyes.
without wasting a second, you immediately ran into your brother’s arms, hugging him tightly as you sobbed. sobbed to your heart’s content as you dreaded what was coming; dreaded the decision your parents would make, dreaded the bloodshed, dreaded the thought of facing the one you love and treasure with your entire being as your enemy.
the knock on your door pulled the two of you out of your looming thoughts, quickly wiping away your tears and smoothing out your clothes before faintly calling out to the person to walk in.
your breath hitched when both of your parents walked in, holding your breath as you waited for their response on the offer. you could see your mother’s bloodshot eyes, as if they were weeping quietly at the decision–
“you shall fight to the death with prince wonwoo. that is the finalized decision, and you shall receive the proper training needed to win this duel for our kingdom.” your father states before closing the door behind him, your mother following in pursuit.
no.
—
the cheering of those who chose to attend the duel could be heard outside, awaiting the two royals who were about to fight to the death. your heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat blocked out everything else around you, the panic slowly settling in as your sword was handed towards you. the sinking feeling of what was coming hitting you like a chariot.
your head snaps towards the wooden door that creaks open, revealing your brother who looked devastated. he clearly looked like he didn’t want to be here. the disturbing thoughts of his sister dueling the very man he cherished as both a best friend and a brother. you couldn’t possibly imagine the pain he’s going through.
“you ready?” he sighs, licking his lips as he clutches your shoulder, patting it in an attempt to reassure you. you shake your head, tears lining your waterline as you bite your lip. chan sucks in a breath, looking away as he holds his head up as if he was trying to keep his own tears at bay.
“well, you don’t have a choice now. everyone is waiting.” chan laughs humorlessly, looking down at you. giving you one last pat, he smiles tightly before leaving.
“and now, for the moment both kingdoms have been waiting for, the two fierce heirs of the kingdoms shall come out of their dens, wielding their weapons!” you hear someone announce, and you sigh out before walking forward, clutching your helmet in your left arm as you straighten your posture and push out your chest. the wooden doors in front of you creak open, revealing a massive dueling space, and the endless rows of villagers cheering and yelling as you both make your entrances.
you look ahead and your breath hitches, making eye contact with jeon wonwoo. he had a stoic expression plastered on his face, no ounce of suffering, regret, or even love within his eyes—masking whatever pain he was experiencing with the mask of grimness he wore.
“remembering that this is a fight to the death, you both may begin in 1…2…3!” the announcer yelled, and in that moment, it was as if everything was blocked out from your hearing. the cheers and yells stopped, the clanging of beer mugs against the wooden seats went silent, and the stomping of thousands of feet were muffled. you were only hyper fixated on one thing: jeon wonwoo, who was also planted where we was, not bothering to make his first move.
deciding to cut this battle short, you charge towards him, trying not to let any tears slip as you held your sword high, swinging down in an attempt to get him to fight back. just as your sword came down, wonwoo side-steps you, making you miss him by just an inch. you mentally thank whatever prompted him to move aside as you try to take a couple more swings at him, each one slightly missing him.
“TAKE A SWING AT HER!” you hear someone yell from the bleachers, the rest of the crowd agreeing and cheering as you look ahead at wonwoo. you can clearly see the hesitance in wonwoo’s actions as he contemplates for a few seconds whether he should, but in the end, you end up having to step back as wonwoo lunges towards you, his sword making an audible ‘swish’ noise as it misses you.
after a few missed swings and lunges, you hiss when you feel wonwoo’s blade nick your shoulder as you try to dodge his attack. shrugging it off, you run forward to swing at wonwoo from behind, who was looking up at the endless crowd of people cheering down at the duel, but he manages to move aside before your sword could pierce his body.
in a quick move, you gasp when you feel an excruciating pain spread throughout your body, looking down at your chest to see wonwoo’s sword impaling straight through the right side of your chest. you kneel as you try your hardest to even out your breathing, weakly turning around to make eye contact with wonwoo, who just looked devastated as he took in the moment; his eyes darting back and forth between his hand that was wielding the very sword that had stabbed you, and your eyes, that just looked so helpless.
deciding to just fight the pain and your consciousness, you get up again, heaving as you try to steady yourself. you run forward to take a hit at wonwoo, who was still lost in the moment, and you slash his chest, a deep wound now running across his abdomen, making him grunt as he catches himself before he falls.
i’m sorry.
with every jab and swing you take, you only feel more and more remorseful. the painfully true words filling up your thoughts as the duel goes on for about 10 minutes more. saying things like only one of you can live. there is no going back. you chose this option.
you felt tears running down your cheeks, your vision blurring from all the tears that filled up your eyes.
soon enough, you find wonwoo kneeling before you, the tip of your sword held between his hands as your eyes met his teary ones. you suck in a breath when you look down to see that your sword was pointed towards his chest, right where his heart was.
“y/n, sweetheart. this is our only choice. kill me, and lead both of our kingdoms. make them a better place. help them flourish and make a greater future for our people.” you shake your head in resistance as you bite your lip, the urge to just sob trying to take over. “i trust that our kingdoms will be in good hands. please, just kill me.” wonwoo pleads, the desperation in his voice evident as you sniff, tears now rolling down your face.
“i only wish to be killed by you, my love. you are my poison.” wonwoo whispers, and you feel wonwoo pulling your sword towards him, cutting through the fabric he was wearing.
“please.” he whispers, and it takes everything within you to finally push against the sword, effectively piercing his chest.
—
you gasp awake, sitting up and immediately wiping away the tears that had fallen as you were sleeping, heaving as you take in your surroundings.
“y/n, are you okay?” you hear a female voice call out to you, and you feel an arm holding yours as you look around to find yourself at a picnic, surrounded by the younger versions of wonwoo, jeongyeon, and soonyoung sitting around you, all looking at you intently and full of worry.
fixating your gaze on wonwoo, you immediately go over to him and hug him tight, silently crying as he hesitantly hugs back.
“what did you even do to her, jeongyeon?” you hear soonyoung whisper.
“i don’t know! i just put her in a trance! i learned it from some sorceress that came to my palace about a week ago! she said that the trance apparently shows you either the future, or what you fear most.” jeongyeon hisses, hearing her crunch on a fruit from the basket of food you brought.
“the scary part of it is that you don’t know whether it will stay as an illusion, or if it will become reality.”
you just sit in wonwoo’s embrace the entire day, leaving wonwoo to silently ponder what had startled you so much to this state, and also deal with another underlying thought that concerned more his feelings towards you than you specifically.
a/n. made this one for funsies, idk if it's that good i'm not really satisfied.
wc. 503
smiling to yourself, you walk into the living room, just feeling giddy at the thought of the very girl sitting on your couch—wait, what?
you freeze when you see a familiar head of blonde sitting on the couch, quietly reading a magazine to herself. you couldn’t see her expression, but you can tell she was so immersed in the hottest tea in the hollywood world, wondering how are they going to get themselves out of this one?
your heart lurched into your stomach, that feeling of butterflies swarming your stomach all too familiar to you. that same feeling you felt in kindergarten, when you first met her. that same feeling you felt in high school, when she came up to you to celebrate the first test she excelled at in chemistry. that same feeling you felt in college, when you both spent that night on the roof of your dorms, invested in the constellations that decorated the night sky.
straightening yourself out once again, you quietly make your way over to the sofa, trying not to be disruptive in the slightest, just so you can quietly sit beside her and admire her face. every single expression, every single scrunch of her eyebrows—everything.
once you sit down, you sigh, glad that you successfully didn’t knock anything over. hesitantly looking away, you move closer to her in an attempt to just feel more comforted in her presence, but you freeze when you notice her eyes that dart in your direction. sighing, she shakes her head, then goes back to reading the magazine.
sighing out in relief, you settle down, relaxing in your spot. but soon enough, it starts to get boring again, and the t.v. remote is just so far away. so you just opt to get closer to her again. slowly sliding your hand across the small space between you two, you reach for her hand, trying to make it as subtle as possible. once you make contact with hers, you feel her eyes on you once again, and you look up to meet her annoyed yet playful eyes staring back at yours, and you sheepishly smile.
“for fucks sake, y/n!” nayeon whines. “for the nth time, we’re married! you don’t have to act like you’re a lovesick teenager around me.” she grabs your face, the magazine falling to the ground with an audible thud.
“you can grab my face like this,” she suddenly presses her lips on yours, and you respond immediately. reaching up to hold onto her wrist, your lips fall into rhythm with hers, the butterflies fluttering like crazy again, just like they always have, until she suddenly pulls away, breathing heavily. “you can make out with me like that.”
your breath hitches when she leans over you, making you lie down on the couch, nayeon’s face hovering over yours. she lowers her head right next to your ear, sending shivers down your spine as she mutters “and you can go down on me like this too, without asking.”
warnings: just yunho and his daughter.... nothing much.
word count: 0.8k
synopsis: it's always the little things that make yunho come to the conclusion that he is truly the luckiest man on earth.
::note: this was just an impulsive write ;-; so ik it sucks :))
Yunho really did take a while to come back in his body after being interrupted from his well-deserved sleep after hearing the loud clash of glass hitting the ground. His mind clattered with the unanswered shower thoughts that swam through his head and foggy with sleep.
The moment Yunho's feet pressed down on the soild wood floor, the goosebumps instantly became making their rightful place on his skin.
Both out of pure alert that someone might have broken in to leave with treasured beauties they will soon just sell off for some green, but also because the floor was freezing.
But now that his brain was more functional and thinking half logical thoughts, he pushed himself out of bed and made sure to make calculated steps to the main area that contained the living room and the kitchen. Each step his feet made was careful as to not creak the false floor board that will let out a high-pitched groan; sure to wake up the whole house.
But the man really didn't know what to expect when he did find himself in the main area.
His mind that painted a masked intruder rummaging through whatever they could get their hands on was soon erased magnificently the moment his eyes made contact with a much more smaller, petite, figure that sat on the edge of the kitchen island.
All he could do was sigh, flicking up the light switch that powered on the kitchen golden glow to finally reveal his daughter putting up a sandwich in a plastic bag and a step stool place right underneath where her feet hanged and dangled.
The little one froze, sandwich midway in the bag as she made eye contact with her father who just stared back at her. A raised eyebrow asking the unspoken question of "why are you awake at almost 3 AM?"
"Garam," started the father, his face unreadable. "Darling, it's late. Why are you up on a school night?" Yunho scanned the tensed shoulders of his little girl, patiently waiting for a response.
"Umm...," The 5-year old hesitated, glancing down at the sliced turkey that sticks out of the 2 slices of bread and the dribble of mustard that made its home on the ziploc. "Making lunch..." The girl paused.
Yunho mouth opened to voice his disapproval since he could have just made a lunch for her in the morning like he always did before she went to school, but he was soon shut down into a puddle after Garam continued running the sentence out of her mouth, "Making a lunch for you,"
The once unreadable expression soon had words splattered all around. Words that expressed pure softness, adoration, every word you will think while looking at a newborn bundled with blankets.
"It's almost done! I just need to write you a note!" Garam squealed out. Hurriedly finishing her mission putting the lone sandwich in its rightful place. Well... before being gobbled down and finding it's rightful place in Yunho's stomach.
Yunho was almost at a loss of words. He couldn't even come to himself to give Garam that parental talk of how unhealthy and brain rotting waking up at such an ungodly time is. All he could do was watch as she laid down the now wrapped sandwich into another, bigger, plastic bag that was full of other foods: An energy drink, a candy bar, pretzel mix, and many more goodies that will power him through majority of the day.
A piece of paper was soon joining the food items in the bag. Garam adjusted herself on her stomach, sliding down on the step stool and reached her arms out for her father.
The greenish puddle mixed with glass and pickles separated the father-daughter duo.
A small shake of his head with a smile as bright as the many stars that casted down appeared once again, Yunho careful to not severaly damage his foot in trying to bring down the small intruder of the night.
"Only read the note at lunch time!" A small pout now present on the girl's face was all it took for him to agree to the simple task at hand.
"And you never wake up at this time again," Yunho remarked right back at Garam to which she just whined and hid her face in the crook of her father's neck.
To say the least, Yunho for sure (sarcastically) enjoyed picking up the mess his daughter made only a few hours after he joined you back in bed and he definitely (not sarcastically) enjoyed when his lunch break came.
Yunho was mid-bite into the smoshed sandwich before a curious Wooyoung appeared behind him, glancing over the older broad shoulders.
"What's the note?" Wooyoung peeked into the bag, up to steal anything that could be hiding inside.
Yunho totally forgot about the small piece of paper Garam mentioned.
But thank god for Wooyoung's sleek attempt to steal any snack he was trying to find because without his careless reminder, he would not have read,
"Why do you have to leave for work again :( i miss you. Work always take you away from me and mommy :( but that's ok! because you make alot and alot and alot of monez! i love you daddy! bai c:"
All Yunho could do was just beam down at the messily written note. His heart swelling with pink ropes of love and rapidly pumping blood through his veins. If you were to see him, you would almost believe hearts made its way to his eyes and visualize the hearts appearing above his head.
The small image of last night. Garam clapping after making her creation for her dad and the small dances while Yunho led her back into her room.
He surely was the luckiest man in the world.
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pairings: child!san x child!reader (gender neutral)
genre: fluff if you squint, HEAVY ANGST, thriller/horror sorta, also comfort if you squint REALLY hard
warnings: major character death (sorry), mentions of sharp objects and being in a hospital, a patient with cancer, i think that's it ;-;
word count: 2.2k
synopsis: you were lonely, he was lonely, nothing could go possibly wrong for San wanting to make a new friend during his small hospital stay, right?
::note: this was inspired from the YouTuber "Snarled" so.. yeah :))
:::note: this is a rewrite of my favorite pieces I once had on insta so... i hope you enjoy it <3
Choi San.
The last few words he heard from his mother continue to rang through his ears. A new kind of tinnitus as the words did not stop clogging his ear drums. Even when they became so tired of the constant voice.
"You're staying here for just a few days, love. I will be back after my job, ok?"
Choi San.
The boy that blames his mom. Not because of what happened. But because she left him here for too long... A little too long. Long enough to leave him to experience at first-hand what he had to withhold.
But I am getting ahead of myself.
Choi San simply just a child with such a pure and sweet heart. Such a gentleman at such a young age.
Choi San, only 7 years old, was laying on a hospital bed wearing a blue gown.
At such the fresh years of 7, it was not a major cause for him to be spending countless nights in a room that smelt like almost every element that was on the periodic table. The bed was stiff; surely stiff enough to straighten his back quite a bit. One less thing he needs to work on in the future, huh? Guessing his mom leaving him in this hell wasn't THAT bad..
The reason he even ended up with stickers with attached wire sticking to his upper body was simply because his mother grew worried of San at night.
At night where the sun would rest for hours, he would be as well. Well... until he wasn't. The sudden lack of exchange of carbon dioxide and oxygen making him jolt awake with a rapid pounding against his ribcage, heaving until his breathing became even just like before he closed his eyes. Like before he arrived home after dashing around the park, his laughs being high-pitched.
"Sleep apnea," the doctor predicted just a few weeks before San went to his sleep studies to see if this so called "Sleep apnea" was the imposter of his sleepless evenings. The cause of the eyebags that the children at his table would sometimes gawk at but he wouldn't care or pay no mind. Just simply blink lazily at the video that talked about the various costs of coins and colorful papers his mom would exchange for the seaweed soup he would slurp down on his birthdays..
Now, day 4 of his sleep studies passes on. The monitors that latch onto his body growing quite irritating to his honey-like skin, leaving angry red marks that signs irritation.
But even though his skin felt as if fire ants munched onto it until they got their fill, there was always one pondering thought that restlessly jogged San's mind.
Who was the person behind those curtains?
You see, San laid in a room full of other children as well. but there is one secluded space where the curtains would be drawn opened and he would see.. a child.
The child would just lay there, playing with their small fingers and would sometimes return back San curious gaze and stare whenever they senses his eyes.
But most of the time, they would just watch the other kids play around.
Today was nothing out of the norm, but today was the day where San would let this jogging question rush out of his mouth and into the wilderness. He needed to know or else his nights would not be disrupted by just his respiratory struggles.
"Ms.Park?" started the boy. His voice almost small like his figure that has now left his body dent in the hospital tough mattress.
He waited for her small hum before he continued on. "Who are they and why do your eyes always seem red after you leave their room?" his finger darted towards the window which the girl was clearly seen, fingers nipping the skin a bit.
Forgot to add, yes, San did take note of the puffy skin below the nurses moist eyes. Eyes heavily irritated by the stinging of salty tears that she prevented to leave any further than the tip of her cheekbones.
"Ah..." she sighed. the dreadful tone made San turn towards her. "That's y/n. They have been here for a while." She responded back to the curious young boy. But this sparked something in San.
"Can I go play with them? They must be lonely.." Ms.Park cracked a gentle smile, allowing San to boost up on his feet and make his way towards the small room where heart monitors beeped and many sharp tools were kept put away.
"Hello!" San beamed right after he stepped foot into your room.
Your eyes lit up. As if you didn't have that contact that you longed for since... forever. That longing being in arms distance now made your heart glow gold to actually talk to someone who.. seemed about your age at least.
For the past 4 months, you have only responded with short "yes" or "no" and majority of the time, the topic at hand was just not something a 1st grader like you would not even ponder about. It's not like you were prohibited to make contact with anyone. Children that often judge before action just never thought to strike a date for playing with dolls or simply just exchanging names and interests.
You would sometimes give the kids a small wave but they would never wave back.
So having someone here willingly was almost like the dream you wanted for the past months.
"Hi.." you responded back in almost a whisper. San stepped even closer to you, his dimpled smile making you beam. He didn't seem.. judging.. of you like the other kids.
The other kids would always look at you as if you were some kind of alien. Maybe because of the loss of hair? Maybe because you were the only one in a room by yourself? Maybe because of the clear breathing monitor that was plunged into your nose? But other children had that machine to and was still accepted. You never knew.
"Do you want to play with me?" The small boy quired you and you didn't waste anytime agreeing to the offer.
Playing means talking.
Playing means friends.
You missed having friends.
You liked having friends.
Afterall, this is what you craved for.
San cheered, his smiled only getting bigger. If that was even possible. His eyes turned into crescents as he quickly ran out.
You were confused. But before you could overthink this situation, san ran back in with an adorable stuffed animal.
"This is Shiber!" The dimpled boy exclaimed, placing the stuffed animal next to you. "Shiber is now your friend too!"
You smiled. This is the most happiness you ever felt.
As for San, this day marks where his childhood began to go downhill. The day where his gut wants him to push away his mother as if she was some kind of acid just waiting to soak into his skin and kill his many organs.
As days went by, San would always come in and talk to you. Stories about his school, where he met his best friend he calls Wooyoung. You would sit and listen, slowly opening up to him yourself. Even on some nights, he would sneak into your room and just snuggle next to you.
There was once instance, the moonlight creeping through the large window pane that stood high and gave the therapeutic view of grass that swayed along with the spinning dandelions that begged for attention from the world.
San was up, debating if he should risk his mother being alerted by Ms.Park but it was only one time. One time would not hurt that much. Plus, being a little rebellious was the trend nowadays so... just one time. To join the trend.
He was quick to rip off the monitors. Small hisses and whimpers escaping his chapped lips. He made sure to massage the red marks, calming down the irritated skin for it can stop punishing him for his half-hearted actions.
Then he was off to your room.
You were drifted off as well. Your room was still and collected, just like your figure that slowly rose and fell with slow breaths.
San was careful. Extremely careful not to tip over the rolling desk that held scaples, scissors, and many more sharp potential weapons that will cause a commotion within just seconds of clanging down onto the solid ground.
This was the moment San knew his attachment on you was special. As if his phone cable finally found the perfect angle to fill his phone with juice.
The moment San replaced Shiber with you in his arms and slipping Shiber between yours.
If only his mother came to discharge him just a bit earlier, this bond with you would have never existed.
Day 6, it was bedtime for all the children. As San was asleep, he was soon awoken by a small hand shaking him slightly.
He glanced up and saw.. you. You stared down at him.
"Y/n? What are you doing?"
"I need you to come with me. It's scary."
Of course, San body was still in rest mode. His body still felt light and heavy at the same time. As if a weightless brick used all its force to shove him down. But it surely didn't take long for him to notice that.. the rest of the kids were gone. Him and you the only kids present in the room.
San was pure hearted. So anything you would ask him, he would go along with it. Even with this strange request so late in the night.
So San got up on his feet and unconsciously grabbed your hand. You then dragged him with you, down until you reached the hospital halls.
The halls were... empty. No one was around.
Usually the halls will have doctors monitoring or even some with their bags, ready to leave for the night. Or even security guards to watch for the night and do their hourly hallway sweep to make sure what you and San was doing never happens. But it was quiet and... unsettling.
To add on to the strangeness, the clocks were all stuck at 9:09 pm.
You began to walk down the long hallway, not looking back at the boy you were currently dragging along with you. But San was just utterly confused.
It was when you halted, the boy almost running into you head on but was quick enough to hit his brakes as well, his feet screeching the floor. Glancing up, the two doors where patients come and go awaited you both.
"It's time for me to go.." Your voice was almost as dark as the hospital. But not menacingly. The dark that has locked up memories just waiting to be upheld and clouds that are ready to break before the thunders clash.
San just tilted his head, you soon turning around and facing him.
"What do you mean?"
"It's just.. time for me to go. Is it time for you to go? Did he tell you?"
"W-What are you talking about? I can just come with you!"
You shook your head. That made san smile slightly falter. His heart almost dropping. He already attached himself to you within these past few days so even hearing that you will leave the hospital so soon almost made him tear up.
"No. It's not your turn. You have to wait for your turn." you spoke.
"Will it be my turn when you come back?"
You shook your head once again, tears starting to form but just like Ms.Park, you never let them spill.
"You have to go back now."
"We are.. still going to play together tomorrow right? Shiber misses you.."
You shrugged. simply just responding back.
"Go back. Now."
San turned back, the halls seeming.. more.. dark. Darker than before. But as he turned back around, you were no where to be found.
No footsteps signaled when you began to strut towards the large doors or even the shallow sound of when the doors slowly closed.
But San was getting creeped out with the darkness of the empty hospital and quickly made his way back to the room where children were supposed to be.
Then again, he glanced back at the clock. The time now on 9:10 pm.
He didn't waste anytime and laid down in bed, soon drifting off to sleep again.
The morning came and.. the kids were back. everyone was back. He blinked a couple times but it didn't take him long to notice that your curtains were now closed.
Confused, he began to tip toe over. He heard someone.. crying. but it wasn't Ms.Park as he expected.
It was another female.
"They died at 9:10 pm last night. I am so sorry.."
San was.. Shocked. Lost. Heartbroken when the realization and your words from last night sunk in.
"It's time for me to go." He recalled.
And the time. 9:10. when you suddenly disappeared from his sight. The last time he would ever see you again.
As he walked back to his bed slugging slightly, he grabbed ahold of shiber, tears falling from his face.
"I guess.. they can't play with us no more, shiber.."
Now... it's not completely his mom fault. She didn't know you nor would she have even tooken notice of you.
But the moment you left...
Part of him left as well.
I guess you will forever have a part of him. A part that will never come back.
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3AM elmo ritual gone wrong (not clickbait! almost died?)
pairings: none
genre: crack, thriller/horror, comedy, mostly just insane crack.
warnings: HEAVY vulgar language, implications on death, ghosts, elmo, a very stereotyped ritual, that's it i think ;-;
word count: 1.1k
synopsis: hoshi and his sacrifice best friend, jeonghan (who was just brought along) both ought to do an elmo ritual at 3 AM. you can maybe guess what happened afterwards...
s.n: here is the first episode of me and weiss out of pocket au collab! kinda an impulsive idea but it was planned out HEAVILY. we spent a soild week on this AHAHAJ
network(s): @kflixnet @preciousillusions-net
previous ◇masterlist◇ next (mingyu) ->
it all started because of horangi audacity.
bro went into the gc with the rest of the members like "the elmo challenge doesn't sound THAT bad, right" which is obviously a bad idea and while everybody else was trying to talk him out of it, only one man was so brave enough to say that he'd do it with him to "make sure he didn't die".
this is how yoon jeonghan, the enabler of all enablers, ended up in hoshi's apartment with a possibly ancient elmo plushie he'd bought from god knows where.
(note from weiss: this improvised rendition of the elmo challenge isn't real and if i see that somebody reblogs that they tried it, i might actually be concerned for your safety)
it wasn't long before the ritual finally began to take it's shape. well, after googling the specific words "how do you start a ritual with a stuffed toy" (to get the full experience of course).
jeonghan honestly didn't think that it'd actually do anything, because usually, the 3AM challenges were just clout-making machines. soonyoung would just be disappointed, he'd thought to himself.
the steps were like... out of fucking pocket though- the fuck do you mean, this starts by literally drowning the elmo in a filled kitchen sink? why specifically a kitchen sink? with himalayan salt? (tf).
(wherever the hell soonyoung bought it.)
and not just himalayan salt. two bay leaves and pepper corns were needed too. while hoshi was extremely confident in this ritual and jeonghan was helping as best as he could, the guy was asking him every ten seconds, 'why are we cooking elmo' and all he'd get in response was 'because!!' and then nothing else.
for extra experience and effect, hoshi found some dry ice as if he was deadass about to summon some shit. (possibly)
and right after, he'd gotten some scented candles he'd bought earlier that night, smelling like pumpkin spice. yes, the shit you get at starbucks. putting the candles on either side of the faucet, they were lit with matches. yeah. matches. what else. (why not a lighter? we'll never know.)
and so, everything was ready (and jeonghan let out a sigh of relief). but he wasn't relieved for very long when he found out that they needed to sing 'la la la la la, elmo's world' six times.
begrudgingly, he followed along. they did as the other said, and as the dry ice was beginning to fill the kitchen with smoke, the flames of the two candles flickered. there was no wind in the apartment whatsoever, besides them singing the elmo's world theme song.
with eyes closed and all. for the experience.
after singing elmo's world one more time for good measure (jeonghan almost left hoshi with this drenched and crusty ass elmo toy), they heard a chilling laugh that sounded identical to elmo's squeaky, very much child-like voice.
"soonyoung. be completely honest and don't fuck around. was that you?" jeonghan was beginning to feel a little unsure of the doubts of doing this… supposed clout machine of a ritual.
the other's eyes snapped open and shook his head. "we both heard that! i couldn't even do elmo's laugh even if i tried-" well, he could, if he wanted to. but the laugh sounded like it was further away from the two. it wouldn't be hoshi since the two were right next to each other.
"... did we actually manage to summon something-?" the question everybody's dying to know the answer of (and an answer somebody did not fucking die for).
unable to help himself, hoshi turned right around just before jeonghan could stop him. the rest of the apartment had gone dark, the only lights remaining being the candles surrounding the faucet. "oh shit-"
oh shit indeed when the candles died, too.
heavy and shallow breathing came from the two men, and then the erie sound of swooshing water coming from the sink that was arm's length from them. but being mortified, they didn't want to come into terms that they were hearing such, so… "hyung.. are you pissing right now?" hoshi asked out of fear, slightly hopeful for one answer and one answer only. even though he knew damn well that it wasn't the case.
"why the fuck would you ask me that-?" taking out his phone that he thankfully thought to keep pocketed, the older turned on the flashlight to have a look around. "of course i didn't piss myself. i should be asking you that question, soonyoun…" when the light hit the still-filled sink, he trailed off. silence followed his words, and before the younger could say anything, jeonghan beat him to it.
"... i didn't take elmo. and you didn't take elmo. right?"
"as if i'd touch that while it's wet," he responded matter-of-factly, but was still downright shaking in the new pair of jeans dino bought for him just weeks ago.
even through the darkness, it was obvious how even the yoon jeonghan paled as he stuck his hand in the thoroughly seasoned water. "then where the hell is elmo?" the question prompted the silence that followed, thick enough to be sliced in halves if it was physically possible. soonyoung turned to the sink and the other's hand wasn't touching anything.
"... hyung," he placed his hand on his shoulder. "if we die, i want you to know that i was the one who broke your hair dryer." the possibility of them dying was high, but it wasn't as high as jeonghan's blood pressure, probably.
"what the-"
then something damp seemed to splat right onto the kitchen counter behind them. in a rather comical manner in contrast to the tension, the two slowly turned, eyes wide and almost fearful of what they'd see. they made eye contact with the elmo plush they had previously drowned in seasoned water, and this lasted for about five seconds. nobody was breathing throughout this pause.
then the two men screamed in unison, the elmo plushie screaming right back.
they all proceeded to scream for about two minutes before soonyoung shoved jeonghan towards the damp elmo plushie, plotting his escape route and possibly never looking back once out of this horrid place. "it's either you or me, hyung- and i choose you!"
(disclaimer: this is not a pokémon au.)
"yah, don't leave me here with this thing!" the other tried to follow, scrambling to get up considering he'd fallen on his ass, before something was launched at his head, causing him to fall flat on his face. it felt extremely wet.
"la la la la la," he would never hear that song the same ever again. "elmo's worl-"
the camera footage cuts off and so does the video. the groupchat didn't hear from jeonghan or hoshi for a week besides updates from seungcheol and woozi. what happened after the infamous elmo summoning of '23 would stay a mystery that the two would take to the grave. (at least the hair dryer incident was solved.)
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content warnings :: breakup, crying, passing mention of a breakin, reader is the villain cus theres no bad guy reader fanfiction in literally any fandom ever
word count :: 321
jongho was this || close to ending it all at this point. your filthy tricks had well past gone too far. he couldn't take the pain anymore. he had to end things with you before something happened that he couldn't reverse...
~ + ~
your head shot up towards the door the second jongho's hand touched the doorknob; your senses still hadn't recovered from the breakin a few days earlier.
"what's up, jjongie?" you asked. jongho didn't respond, which you were already getting used to at this point; he had been growing strangely distant towards you ever since...
no, don't think about your mistakes. you'll cry, he hates it when you cry.
"your time."
"what...?" you inquired, your head tilting to the side.
"don't act so innocent, that's for people that have morals."
"jongho, what the hell??" you snapped, standing up off the bed in a flash.
"you know what, i'm done with you!" jongho growled back, his voice getting steadily louder and shakier with emotion as he spoke. "i'm done with your abuse and neglect, i'm not taking it anymore!"
"jongho, what are you talking about??" you shouted, your own emotions rising just as fast as his.
"i'm talking about us, y/n. it's over, this--" jongho waved his pointer fingers in circles around the bedroom, indicating to your and his 'relationship'-- "is over." he spat the last word with immeasurable pain and venom that you would never understand, turning away and covering his face with his hands as his chocolate-brown eyes, usually warm and welcoming, welled up with tears.
"jongho, please..." you whispered, doing the same.
"no, y/n. i can't stay in a relationship that tears me down as much as this one does." jongho's voice was now shaking audibly, the tears now flowing in full force down his torment-weathered face.
"i wish i had never let you into my life..." he whispered, for he couldn't bring himself to speak any louder.
genre: angst.. sorry, apocalyptic, more angst sorry
warnings: mentions of death, mingi is literally SUFFERING, crying, cursing
synopsis: mingi knew he was risking his life but if there was one thing he would do in the world, it would be to stay by his little girl. no matter what.
sn: this is a re-upload! i posted this before i transitioned to "kyeomyun"! but posting this since i am kinda satisfied with it and also since it will take a while before I actually get back writing since school ;-;
“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 princess”
He let this happen. He fucking 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 this to happen.
The scene was almost too horrifying, too excruciating to forget. His brain punishing him for his misstep that now changed the rest of his life. If he even gets to live it after this tragedy…
He knew he should have left her here in this very house where it was secure. He knew that he should have been more careful about where his feet dragged him to when he was restocking on food for the both of them could survive this. But no. All of this “knowing” went to the unknown and disappearing into thin air.
The man become greedy, hungry to be one of the lucky people to get the now scarce supply of the only ample life source. People were willing to spill blood if necessary to obtain the smallest of foods if that meant surviving until the end of this, as the FBI refers it as, pandemic.
The greediness now mocks him as he slowly lose himself, laying on the stained comforter with his little one… the last piece of him. The gory sight of the mark on her neck making his heart twist and wrench with guilt.. self-abasement. Shame.
𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴…
It has been one hour, forty-five minutes and sixteen seconds since the incident. Eighteen sickening days of speeding past the dead to hide in the darkened shadows of abandoned buildings. Thirty-six hours since Mingi last blinked an eye, the thought of sleeping floated off into the ashes of the raging fires outside. The world around the latter feeling bland now. Knowing that the last piece of his blackened heart is now draining beside him.
He knew the longer he sat here to watch his little one slowly lose herself into this being of nothing but a body, the longer life jabs his heart with more force than the last. But he despised regret. Regret, she would tear him into pieces, leaving his insides exposed for everyone to stare and gawk while she laughs at his shame.
He knew better.
If he left now just to let his own daughter become something beyond his being, regret would just be there with a waiting hand ready to just clutch his soul and devour him whole.
Another pipe up of growls and hisses reverberate from the opposite side of the window. The creepy-crawlers hungry for their next meal. They limped out in their domain as the sky only seem to grow more depressed watching the scene below occur. Clouds filled with tears which were now on the verge on falling down and landing down on the withering grounds of this place that was once referred to as “Earth”. Blue skies never seem to return and now replaced with an ashy grey that seems permanent at this point now. Maybe because of the amount of smoke it has inhaled.
Or maybe just because that is how Mingi sees it now.
Mingi reminisces about the very few times his little girl bursting through the door of his company practice room. That toothy grin that showed her crooked teeth melting the fathers insides into nothing but mush and his limbs into jelly.
“Daddy!” Her small voice bounced off the walls and into Mingi ear. The father kneeled to one knee and both his arms awaited his daughter arrival to her home.
Her only safe zone.
“There goes my baby!” Anyone could tell the love Mingi holds in his eyes as he stares down at his daughter. If this were a cartoon you could visualize the hearts that would lift in the air and pop before even more comes into view. Ever since she popped out into the world 6 years ago, Mingi smile seemed more natural. More from the heart. As if she awoken the most purest and rawest feeling in love inside of him that bloomed oh so beautifully.
The way Mingi listened to every detail about her days of school where she witnessed a squirrel with cheeks full of winter supply while she lingered around the playground, how she practiced making something special for his birthday. And if Mingi were to ask what this so called “special” gift was, she would just shush him down and whisper,
“No! It wouldn’t be special no more if I told you!” Then jut out her lower lip into a pout that always made Mingi release a whole-heartedly chuckle her way.
Other times, there would be moments where she would cry after people would poke fun at are crooked teeth or about a bad grade she would get on homework. The small itch of anger scratched at Mingi but he did subside that aching feeling and just embraced her all while saying in a hushed voice,
“Hey. You are strong. My strong princess.” A small peck would melt on her forehead. The hyperventilating pacing down into just quick hiccups and gasps of air. “I always tell you that, don't I?”
With a small nod, she leaned against Mingi chest. Warmth blossomed in the latter's chest while she sat in his lap on the practice room floor. His team mates, his brothers, were in awe watching this beautiful scene unfold but also not trying to make it obvious that they were indeed gushing.
Those small moments were when Mingi felt at his peak.
But now, he glances down, more bits of his heart ripped away from the latter. His little one… his everything… skin withering into a lumpy grey, her eyes losing its once hazel brown color to a color that had no emotion whatsoever. Those eyes that would always shrink into small slits when that intoxicating smile spreads from ear to ear. That heart that would pound against his own after chasing one another around their safe haven, incoherent screams to tell the other that they had enough.
All of those times were gone… those 6 years… her soul did not deserve this short span of exploration on this planet.
“Daddy…” Her small, desperate body voiced out. Mingi did not trust his voice at all to even respond. The ache in his throat forming into a ball that is so suffocating for him to even deal with. But he had to remind her that he was right here, right next to her.
He also had to remind himself that he was sane enough to even process these last few moments..
“I am right here, sweet girl. Daddy is r-right here..”
Damn his voice for cracking.
Damn him for not being able to do anything to fix this.
Damn him for letting this happen to her.
“I…I am still strong, right?” The question was so simple but such a long stretch to plunge into his chest and drain his body of the blood that ran in his veins.
This question was a nightly chore for the the father-daughter duo. Mingi would always ask if she was strong every single night just for his precious flower can bloom as bright as she did the night before.
“Yes you are, little one. You are the strongest, most intelligent, and bravest girl. My little superhero…”
Those words unlocked a number of core memories.
The times where they wore plastic tiaras that would not always be perfectly straightened on their heads, cups and mugs scattered on the table with invisible tea that could only, truly, be seen by just the imagination, and wands that were capable of every spell in the book. If you put your mind to it of course.
Those precious times always ended with the same outcome. Mingi protecting his daughter from some monster that would magically appear to destroy the kingdom.
Tears stung the side of the father’s eyes as he thought of those precious memories that will now truly only remain… memories. But also daggers that will forever prick him for shamelessly failing his life mission. Fragments of times that he felt at his fullest and understood the importance of life. The true meaning. But now that meaning will no longer exist after today.
“Wanna see... daddy...”
Those now grey eyes searched and searched. Her head weakly lifting off the pillow just to weigh back down. The sight gave the father the excuse halt his breathing, trying his hardest to contain himself before he erupted.
Blindness of an zombie was an advantage for a human. But right now... this was just a punishment.
An inhumane sound hissed in his ears. The sound signaling the ticking of the clock was nearing the end of yet another soul. His soul.
Silence swallowed the room.. until...
“D-Don't leave me alone... please...” A growl followed soon after once again. The unsureness of the presence of Mingi unknown for the sight sense was snatched from his daughter.
Mingi heart sunk. Cracking along the way as it fell into the dark void his body created inside of him. Her voice blazed with so much pain, strained and forced to come out of her decomposing body. Each shard of his heart scraped his insides as punishment for allowing this faith happen to the wrong person. Now he has to live… without his special person no longer by his side.
No more cooking battles. No more tea parties. No more sneaking into moms makeup. No more kisses for bed.
No more love.
The unshed tears came piling on Mingi pale face. His already tight embrace clinging even more secure if that was even possible. His hand started to card through her dark locks, massaging her scalp whilst she slowly slurred the words she was barely able to comprehend in her rotten brain. Just coming out mindlessly before no syllables came out at all.
Mingi wants to scream he is sorry, beg for forgiveness for whatever god casted this curse upon his daughter, But he didn’t. Not during this time where she grasp for a ledge to protect her. Hold her until the end of time.
Something Mingi couldn't do.
As much as his brain tells him to pull away after hisses and inhumane sounds come from right beside him whilist his princess now drags each syllable of this song, he doesn’t.
Because he will stay with his little one.
“I am never going to leave you, princess.”
Until the last ticking second
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genre: angst disguised as fluff, strangers to friends(?), more fluffy angst :))
warnings: drinking, cursing, wonwoo matching up to that boyfie agenda, kinda proofread
word count: 2.2k
synopsis: he remembers, he really does, but he doesn't know if his memory was just some dream or really reality.
He remembers clearly.
The way you swayed your body around as if nobody else was watching, the deep thumping of the speakers vibrating the insides of him, the variety of lights that painted your skin in rays of neons and for a moment... a very split moment... the tan skin that reminded him he still has to do his skincare routine once he settles down for the night.
He took in all of it. Chatters and the increasing laughter beside him seem to all be a blur.
But you.
Even around all these sweaty bodies and, let's face it, very attractive people that grinded on each other with shots of tequila, wait, or was it whiskey, probably a mix of both. Hell, how would he know? His throat was perched from not taking a sip of alcohol or even water.
But that didn't matter. He drunk in the sight of your flimsy form between bodies upon bodies of couples and possible hookups that will happen at any given moment.
You seemed as if you were flung into another universe. Completely unaware of the judging glances that would shift your way and grimace at you.
Or that is what he thought.
One second your eyelids were shut down and hiding away your eyes which he barely even had the chance to look at, and after one blink, you seemed to be staring right into his soul.
Your dark brown hair was frizzled up, probably from the pouring sweat, while thin strands covered parts of your face and forehead, a drop of sweat threatening to drip down onto the ground on your chin, and your outfit...
The outfit that reflected the stars in the sky. No... you probably snatched them from the sky, maybe? But a beauty such as you, they probably ran down to you and attached themselves to you all by themselves with no guidance. Your outfit was a knee lengthen black dress that dazzled upon the dozens of lights that kept this place alive and heated.
His heart skipped a beat, probably a bit more, as his eyes locked onto yours. It wasn't long before you motioned for the latter with a finger to come join you on the dance floor.
And just as he described the stars in his head...
He selflessly began to be enhanced by the small spell you have casted.
"I... I will be back." announced Wonwoo His hands searched for leverage to lift his weight off the very uncomfortable chair and he soon succeeded getting up. But a voice paused him momentarily,
"Where are you going? We didn't even take shots yet!" The birthday boy complained. He jutted his lower lip out as a way to convince the male to just sit down and dismiss whatever mission was egging him to leave so suddenly.
"10 minutes. Ok? Just... wait for me," Thinking for a bit, he thought, just 10 minutes with you is not enough. It would never be enough if he knows after tonight, there is a very low chance he will ever see you again. "Actually. Just go on without me. Have a good birthday, gyu."
And he was gone.
Complaints barely filled his eardrums before they were dripping out his ear into nothing. His feet paced and paced until he reached the rapid dance floor. His eyes danced and danced until you were tangled up in his gaze yet again.
That damn smile you flashed... he could have melted right then and there into a puddle which he would probably pay you to dance on. But that is for another day... hopefully.
Another step, and another step more, he was face to face with you.
Lighter brown.
It's not dark colored hair. It's a bit light than what he saw from his table only a few feet behind him.
The shade of wet sand he should say. Sand that enables children on a beach to build their mighty creations. Buried in the sand wonders lots of beauties and glories. That is what he thinks it is with you..
"You didn't seem so interested over there with your boys," And he was right about the beauties and glories. He already heard the first of them and now, he never wants to unhear such a melody in his life. Who wants Sunday morning birds when you are alive to compete? "You don't seem like one to even be in a club like this either?"
His mouth was sewed shut. His eyes wanted to do the talking for him to tell you to just shut up for a bit more for he can drink in more of you but that wasn't really conveyed with neither body language or speech.
"I don't go to clubs often.." He motioned towards the table with lounged over bodies, cups upon shots of alcohol either sat down on the table or being flushed down the esophagus of someone. "But today is my friends birthday and he suggested we have fun for tonight."
You bobbed your head, soaking his voice in your mind as much as possible. You needed an excuse. To hear him better. To know him more...
"Want to go somewhere more settled down then? This music is getting a bit too much.." You chuckled a bit. Yes, the music was getting a bit too repetitive and your ears were starting to ring a bit, that is true, but what's the harm in wanting to stick the honey dripping voice on your eardrums just a bit longer?
A nod was the only conformation to lead you on and drag on this mysterious person until you both were hit by the harsh bites of the breeze of the night.
You let out a long breath you didn't really know you were holding and turned towards the stranger who was already staring right back at you.
"Y/n."
"Wonwoo."
You both sudden outbursts seem to align, causing your words to collide with each other's. Thus caused for the both of you to giggle softly, the latter scratching awkwardly behind his locks to ease down the embarrassment that started to downpour in his body and reflect onto his shaking hands.
"Sorry.. can you say that again?"
"Wonwoo"
"Ah, so you're Korean?"
He simply just nodded. But then he finally sunk in that... you're speaking Korean? "Are you Korean?"
"Ah.. no no. Not fully at least. But I am taking classes on how to speak it."
Another nod of acknowledgement at your words and all you could do was giggle at his quietness. Is that all he has to do to hear his new favorite song over and over again?
"Mind if I give you a tour of the beautiful city of Dallas while you tell me about yourself, Mr. Wonwoo?" This was supposed to be phrased as a joke. Just a question for laughs and giggles. You weren't really expecting an answer (even though hopeful for one specific response) but when you do get one...
"I'd love to. Also, you can't just walk out here alone."
Your face flushed a tint of red. Thankfully not going noticed by the male. Thank god that it's night and the streetlights are dimmed down to almost nothing.
Folding your hands across your chest and hands resting on the opposite arm in order to warm up your shivering figure, you turned on your heel and began to walk into the night. Heavy footsteps following close behind.
Wonwoo definitely didn't expect this. To leave his house to come to a very well-known club where bustling bodies surrounded him. It's not that he didn't enjoy spending this time away from home, it's just that everything felt foreign. Especially this moment right here. Leaving the club with a girl that just so happened to have an interest in him as well. Leaving with a girl with no location or nothing.
Just walking with careless abandon.
The night grew on. Your teeth now clattering together at this point in time. It has not even been 10 minutes and you were already as cold as balls right at this instant. You glanced over to your new friend of the night and noticed he has now stopped rambling on about his packed schedule lately and how he has to leave America in 2 days and how his eyes are now locked onto you.
"Is something wrong?" You fought of the urge to shiver but the clattering your teeth continued to make did not help mask the need you desperately want right now.
Warmth.
The gesture was quiet, silent, just like tonight where the streets are not bustling with people, but you felt the soft warmth of something covering your bare arms.
His gentle acts of service, the soft bass of his voice that would inch up an octave when something flashes the bulb of excitement in his brain, everything just seemed so safe. Even though you probably didn't know or learn about him as a person, he built up an environment that is safe. Comforting.
"Ah.. you really don't have to-"
"But I want to. You are freezing." He cut through your rebuddle a bit sharp and straight to the point. You zipped your mouth shut and just nodded. Your attention was now on the sidewalk that continued down, almost to your destination.
It was quiet for a few seconds. It almost uncomfortable. The feeling of silence prodding and twisting your insides for you can break it. But he beat you to it.
"You should have just asked, you know."
"I didn't want you to give it up. I mean, now you will be freezing as well." You were quite stubborn. Almost fighting to get your way in order for others can have their comfort before yours. That is the way you wanted to be because what is life without a bit of stubborness?
"I am totally fine right now." He shrugged your worries off. But as if the world was his biggest enemy today...
Thunder.
Then a raindrop on your nose and on your head. Only seconds have passed before a shitload began to race down. Normal Texas weather...always picking the worst of times to become active and grow like a wildfire in a forest. Then stop as if nothing happened at all.
"My house is only a few blocks away. But we have to run before we are drowning in water."
Your feet began to pick up speed and before you knew it, you were dashing ahead with a good amount of stamina and a healthy rate. The footsteps behind you seem to do the same but a dark chuckle followed.
"I think I kinda want my jacket back now." He teased. Well... let's say threatened. He swore he saw your shoulders tense slightly before your hands gripped onto the creases of the jacket, holding it securely around you.
"YOU WILL GET IT AFTER WE REACH MY HOUSE!" You screeched hearing even speedier footsteps. That only encouraged you to pick up the pace as well. Yeah, you were maybe just a bit threatened by him even thought it was clear he was just being all fun and games with you.
Laughter filled the air as you 2 playfully chased down the increasing slippery sidewalk. The people in the nearing neighborhoods sure to be covering their faces with pillows but none of that really mattered at the moment. The ultimate goal was to.. well... not to get the jacket snatched from your possession.
Your feet tumbled a few times and that seemed to slow you down a bit. But sadly, those tumbles were a bit too much mistakes since you felt your body be lifted up into strong arms. From your peripheral, you saw a soaked Wonwoo, his hair stuck onto his forehead, rains hanging for dear life on his strands, pearly whites flashing widely at you, everything seemed surreal.
Wonwoo also felt the same. Your loud retreats between laughs of joys seemed as if he was floating up into dream land. The cold, harsh, drops of rain didn't seem like anything with you happy in his arms.
As I said, he remembers everything clearly. The intense emotions, every splatter of rain on his skin, your skin on his, your laugh, your sweet melody everytime you opened your mouth.
But why, just why, when he blinked, he was back at the club. His hand aching as it holds his head up.
"Wonwoo?" A tight yank of his sideburns and he was jolted out from his dreamland. You still in the crowd, partying along with the sweaty bodies of animals, no longer gazing at him like he remembers. "You alright? You fell asleep for a bit."
No. He didn't go to sleep. He was with you. He was with you, complaining about he has to leave this precious city tomorrow, how he has to prepare for group promotions which will make him limbs limp and sore. He fucking knows.. your contagious giggles and you describing how pasta has always been your go-to meal has to almost always contain pesto in order to satisfy your needy, but not picky, stomach.
He remembers, he swear he does.
The swell in his chest everytime his name would roll his name off your tongue and tickle his heart, the raindrops grazing his body and drenching him completely until his shirt felt sticky and heavy on his skin. He knows it happened because... because he just remembers.
But sadly, we can't prove the past.
Or the moments that really never happened.
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In which Kyungsoo finds out he barely uses his boyfriend’s name…embarrazzing.
warnings: fluff
word count: 0.8k
author’s note: I miss soo, and I wanted reader to be as petty as me 😌.
“Hey buba, can you get me a drink?” Kyungsoo asked and you nodded, walking away but quickly coming back.
“What kind?” You asked.
“Anything, my love.” He answered, and you nodded.
Chanyeol, who happened to witness the entire interaction, would’ve found it cute had he not realized what he did.
“When was the last time you used Y/n’s name?” He asked and Kyungsoo turned to him with furrowed brows.
“What do you mean?” He asked and Chanyeol huffed, trying to put this into words without getting beat up.
“Like whenever you talk to him, you never say his name. It’s always a pet name.” He said, and Kyungsoo thought about it.
When was the last time he said your name?
“Oh, I say it when I’m talking about him.” He said but Sehun joined the conversation with a shake of his head.
“No, you call him ‘N/n’, never Y/n.” He said and Chanyeol agreed.
“See he’s coming, try it.” He said, and Kyungsoo watched you coming while balancing two drinks in one hand and your phone in the other.
“Okay so I know you like the orange one but they ran out of that, so I got the pink lemonade, that cool?” You asked and Kyungsoo nodded before you sat down with him again.
Kyungsoo could feel his member’s stares so he gathered up the courage (why he needed courage he didn’t actually know) and said your name.
“Thank you Y/n.” He said, and you looked at him.
“I can get another one if you don’t like that one. There was grape too. Do you like grape more?” You asked and Kyungsoo let out a chuckle.
“No babydoll, you’re fine.” He said, kissing your slowly pouting lips.
You looked at him with a small frown, but turned away before he could ask you what was wrong. It shouldn’t have mattered that much anyway.
But as the night progressed, you just became more pissed about it.
Why the fuck was he so serious? You didn’t do anything. If he wanted a different drink just say that. Why’d he say your name??
…but why was this upsetting you so much?
“You’re glaring at the back of his head like you wanna put holes there. What’s up?” Jongin asked, taking a seat next to you.
“Nothing…I mean I’ll tell you about it later, I don’t know.” You said, not upset enough to just vent without talking to Kyungsoo about it first.
That night, the ride home was silent. Whenever Kyungsoo tried to engage in conversation, you’d give short one word answers or just nodding your head.
Now your boyfriend was slightly stressed. What did he do? Were you okay? Did someone upset you at the party? Were you just tired? But if you were tired, why didn’t you just call him and tell him you wanted to go? What if you did, and he wasn’t listening?
Was he being a jerk by not listening? No, he knows he would’ve heard you. What was wrong?
When you got in the house, you went straight to the bathroom, leaving a confused Kyungsoo in the living room.
So he went above and beyond to make up for whatever he did.
You came out of the bathroom and were met with scented candles, wine, face masks, your favorite podcast starting, and your boyfriend holding his hands out lovingly.
This made you crack a smile.
“Lemme go change.” You whispered, and Kyungsoo nodded, peacefully waiting for you to return.
Now you were quickly changing in order to get comfy with the love of your life only to remember why you were upset in the first place. And now you were upset with the realization that he probably didn’t even know what he did.
You came back out with a visible pout on your lips, and Kyungsoo internally panicked.
He paused the podcast, stood up and wrapped his arms around you.
“Baby, what’s going on? Are you okay?” He asked, and you figured you would tease him a little.
“No, I’m not okay, Kyungsoo.” You answered. It’s when you said his name with such emphasis that Kyungsoo finally realized what was going on.
“Baby, come on, it was a joke.” He explained for the nth time as he applied your mask.
“Well, it wasn’t funny. I’ve been pissed for four hours because of this ‘joke’. Dumbass.” You said, and your boyfriend couldn’t help but kiss you.
“I’m sorry okay, I promise to never call you Y/n again. It’s just baby, bubu, and my love from now on, okay?” He proposed and you rolled your eyes, as if you were thinking about it.
“N/n’s okay too…and I promise to only call you by your name when I’m upset.” You smiled, and Kyungsoo couldn’t help but giggle at your cuteness.
That night was full of wine, snacks, true crime, and calling Sehun and Chanyeol to threaten their lives.
pairing :: huang renjun x male reader
genres/au's :: angst, hurt-comfort
viewer rating :: 13+
content warnings :: crying mentions, cheating mentions, yelling, renjun is very scared and insecure about this :(, hints that reader is a bit taller than renjun network tag @preciousillusions-net
word count :: 670
reposted from old acc
you and your boyfriend, huang renjun, had been strong in love for two years now. and in your eyes, it was perfect. he was perfect. there was nothing in the world that was more precious and important to you than renjun and your relationship with him.
but lately, renjun was starting to question that. he was beginning to suspect that his partner had eloped with someone else... one of his best friends.
and renjun had gotten fed up with the weight of not knowing.
so who did he turn to?
jeno.
renjun simply brought it up in conversation while talking to jeno a few days ago, and jeno had said, quite simply,
"oh yeah, he's been hanging out with chenle a lot more often lately."
chenle??
were you cheating on him? with one of his best friends in the world?? he had to confront you about this...
"chenle??" renjun yelled, barging into your and his shared bedroom. "so not only are you cheating on me... but you're doing it with my best friend??"
"wh-renjun, what are you talking about??" you asked, dropping your phone onto the floor as you jumped, renjun had startled you quite badly when he entered the room.
"jeno told me you've been hanging around with chenle a lot lately. and i've noticed it too- how much less you wanna be around me lately, how little you seem to want to do things with me. are you cheating on me??" he repeated, his voice shaking as he shouted.
you swore your ehart stopped. you scrambled mentally for something to say.
"i-renjun, i would never cheat on you." you said carefully.
"yeah? and just why should i believe you?" renjun said dramatically. "why have you been hanging out with him so much more than with me then lately? hm? why don't you want to be around me anymore, m/n? do you hate me? what did i do wrong??"
and those five words broke your heart.
your eyes burned with tears as you heard renjun's voice break, the tears already flowing down his face as he backed into the wall and slid down it, wrapping his arms around his calves and hiding his face in his knees.
"junnie... you know that's not true," you said softly, "i love you. i love spending my time with you, i love spending my time on you, i just..."
you stopped for a moment, walking over and sitting down next to him. you hesitated for a moment, then changed positions a bit and wrapped both of your arms around him, pulling him as close as you could get him and gently pressing his head into your chest.
"i'm just trying to make friends, baby..." you whispered into his hair, "just like you said i should. i'm doing it to make you happy."
renjun didn't reply for a few long moments, simply cuddling as close to you as he could, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. you felt his shoulders shaking as he tried to make himself breathe steadily again, and you knew your shirt would probably have to be washed a couple times after this was over.
"so..." he nearly whispered, "so you still love me, then?"
"yes, baby," you whispered back to him, kissing the top of his head and playing softly with his hair, "i love you. there's no one more precious to me than you, i love you more than i would love my own brother if i had one."
renjun smiled, the all the worry, anger and insecurity finally leaving his body and heart. he smiled, standing up. he grabbed your hand and pulled you up with him, immediately walking face-first into your chest and wrapping you up into another bear hug. he stood there for a while, his face hidden in your chest for a while before he looked up at you and leaned in for a kiss. you obliged happily, doing the same as you wrapped your arms around his sides and pulled him impossibly closer.
pairing :: song mingi x gn reader x jeong yunho (poly relationship)
genres/au's :: fluuuuuuufffffffffff
viewer rating :: 13+
content warnings :: cursing, needles, mentions of night terrors, stabbing sort of (for the piercings), pet names kinda (babe, love)
network tag @preciousillusions-net
word count :: 426
a/n :: this is literally like the first fic i ever wrote stawp i wrote this the day after i got my first ear piercings
reposted from old acc
you sat up in bed and stretched your arms high, letting out a long, comfortable yawn and looking over next to you to where your boyfriend was supposed dto be. you blinked blearily for a few seconds when realized your boyfriend, mingi, wasn't there. you threw the blankets off your legs, got out of bed and stood up on your feet, stretching your arms again and touching your toes. you yawned again, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror across the room.
you smiled, walking across the expanse of your shared room and gently touched the reflection of you in the mirror, falling into a memory you were genuinely quite fond of.
. . . . .
you took in a deep braeth, squeezimg yunho's big, warm, comforting hands and trying your best to keep your eyes shut.
"this is the part that's reaaally gonna fuckin' suck," mingi warned. "are you ready, love?"
you nodded.
"you sure?" yunho asked.
"yep!" you said excitedly, "i'm ready!"
mingi waited for your official signal and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before readying himself to push the needle through your ear lobe. yunho moved slightly behind you and left a kiss on your forehead, then nodded slightly towards mingi, who smiled reassuringly. the last second before the pain came, you felt your other boyfriend, yunho, rubbing soft circles into the back of your hand with his thumb. you forced yourself to focus on the feeling it was giving you, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath and holding it in.
your nerves didn't quite catch up in time, however, and you would've jumped a mile out of your socks had it not been that san's cat, byeol, had flopped carelessly onto your feet when you weren't paying attention. yunho chuckled behind you; you had to exercise great self control to keep yourself from kicking him in the shins, for baekhyun still had to pierce your other ear.
. . . . .
suddenly you felt someone's arms wrapping around your waist, and you jumped halfway to mars before turning around and realizing it was only one of your two beloved boyfriends, yunho.
"those earrings really compliment your eyes, love." yunho said softly into your neck, turning you around and pressing his lips softly to yours. the kiss was equivalent to punching marshmallows; you didn't wanr it to end. you hummed and leaned forward into his embrace, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend's neck. you let your eyes close and felt your heart come back to a new pace, falling into the most comfortable type of bliss.
As the cool night breeze danced across your faces, a smile lighted his usually-stony expression. The two of you had decided a night away from the city was the perfect way to start the weekend, disconnected from the hustle and bustle of life. Out here, the stars were your light, the soft sounds of the nocturnal critters was your music, the crackling fire and toasted marshmallows was your entertainment. His hands extended towards the enticing heat sitting in front of you, face glowing in the dim light. It was utter bliss, a moment that no price could match.
It made him feel content.
You nudged his shoulder with a smile, knocking him out of his reverie.
“Earth to Sang! Where’d you go there, bud?”
Yeosang scoffed and didn’t grace you with an answer, prompting you to turn to him with a furrowed brow and push again.
“Stop ignoring me, you old grump. You seemed so happy just then.”
Feeling a smirk coming on, Yeosang finally turned to you, placing a hand on your shoulder as you looked at him expectantly.
“I know right? It was great until you started talking, Y/N.”
Huffing, Y/N turned back to the fire, now resting your head on your hand as you pierced another marshmallow. You stared at it for a second before putting it straight into the fire, watching it catch alight with a shit-eating grin. Yeosang merely sighed and grabbed a marshmallow of his own.
“You pretended that was my head, didn’t you..”
“Of course, you should know me well enough to not even ask.”
warnings. reader's really bad at handling the relationship, alcohol consumption
wc. 2.8k
glass was shattered everywhere on the ground. the furniture around the apartment was thrown around, and the two of you were on opposite sides of the room. sana was sitting on the floor, her head leaning on her knees that were closed in on her chest. you were standing near the balcony, the glass of wine in your hand hanging off your fingers lightly, half empty.
it was no use, holding onto this entangled mess of a relationship.
“i’m, uh…gonna take a walk. outside.” you stay silent, pursing your lips as you hear the shuffling of her footsteps. slow, forced, dragged. the front door opens, then closes. you sigh, brushing your hand through your hair, your brain racking over what had just happened. the hurt and hatred you saw in sana’s eyes as you remembered what had gone down in this room burned your thoughts. your heart aching at how badly you had hurt her.
but then again, you willingly did it. it was your own choice. it’s all your fault.
“who is she.” sana speaks up. you hummed in response, confused at the sudden question. you looked up to look into her bloodshot eyes.
your heart leaps into your throat when you see the polaroid in her hand. the solid evidence of what you’ve been doing behind her back.
you cheated on her.
in the polaroid, your lips were pressed on the brunette’s, and you were smiling into it too. your hands laid on her hips, pulling her closer to you as her arms were draped over your shoulders.
“she clearly isn’t me, y/n. who is this?” sana croaks out, tears filling her eyes. you were at a loss for words. how were you supposed to get out of this? how were you supposed to explain yourself? tell her what you’ve been doing?
you open and close your mouth, unable to find the words to say. you couldn’t think of anything, so you stayed silent.
“i need an explanation, y/n! anything! don’t just stay quiet!” she sobs, and you wince. you can hear the hurt in her voice, the distress you had caused her was etched in her angelic face, and knowing how she was, you knew that she wouldn’t get over this well.
you move forward, in an attempt to hold her down and explain yourself, but she immediately takes a step back from you. from that second you knew. you knew where this conversation was going to end up, and it wasn’t going to be with you both happily cuddling, which made your insides twist up in regret.
you sit yourself down on the couch, leaning your head back as you groan, closing your eyes in an attempt to rid yourself of the growing headache that was making itself evident with each ticking second. you massage your temples, but as always, it doesn’t work.
if sana were here, she’d whine about how you’re always overworking yourself, and complain about how you’d never take care of yourself and never get rest. despite the constant pestering, she’d always whip out the hot and cold compresses, ensure you had tylenol and tuck you away to sleep. but alas, the said person isn’t in the room right now, so you just wallow up in your pitiful sorrows and battle the headache on your own.
why did you even cheat? ah, the million-dollar question. why.
you don’t even know how it started, but it just did. that girl came into your life, made you feel things that even sana didn’t make you feel, and you were immediately addicted. again and again, you kept going back to her during the day, then came back home to your girlfriend. days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. 5 of them.
of course, you felt guilty. the guilt ate you up at night when you felt sana cuddle into your side. knowing what you were doing behind her back killed you, but you couldn’t stop yourself. the girl was just too good to lose. and so, you held onto her. you kept her as your secret link.
as long as sana didn’t know, you wouldn’t hurt her, right?
but one night, the girl invited you to her birthday party, and of course, you couldn’t refuse. but how did you manage with sana?
easy. you lied.
“why you dressed up?” sana asks, making you jump as you scramble around the room to find your best shoes.
“uhm, it’s…a party! one of my…coworkers got promoted. so we, uh, celebrating!” sana then pouts, walking into the room and starts adjusting the small things in your outfit, and you sigh, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear.
“i’m sorry, baby. it’s employees only. i would bring you if i could, but the company’s strict.” you kiss her forehead, making her smile before tapping her own lips. you chuckle lightly before pecking her lips and walking out the door to your shared bedroom.
“your shoes are on the rack, by the way!” sana calls out, and you yell back a thank you before hastily slipping on the shoes and bolting out the door.
you feel your phone vibrate. you immediately pull out your phone, and your breath hitches at the caller ID.
“h-”
“FUCK YOU!” you were taken aback at her harsh tone, and you stayed silent, seeing if she would say anything else.
“i…trusted you! i…believed you! was i not…a good enough…partner? friend? person?” you can tell that sana was drunk through the way her speech was a little slurred and mumbled, and it pained you to realize that she had turned to drinking to make her pain go away.
you decided to stay quiet again, knowing that she wouldn’t register whatever you said right now. her memory was terrible when she drinks. that’s how you both ended up together in the first place.
tears sting your eyes when you hear sana’s soft cries over the phone, and you wanted to apologize. you wanted to apologize to her over and over again. you wanted to hold her close to you and stroke her soft hair as she falls asleep in your arms, hoping that you both would wake up tomorrow morning, still happy together.
“i hate you! i hate you so much, y/n. i hate you for making me feel like this. i hate you for making me feel so…worthless. used. it…it hurts! my heart hurts so much!” you bite your lip in an attempt to hold back your own sobs, closing your eyes as tears rolled down your cheeks. sana continues to ramble on, and you cut the call, unable to listen to her whines. you wanted to beat yourself up so badly for what you had done. after a few minutes of crying to yourself, you finally decide to get up and wipe your tears. you grab the keys to your apartment lying down on the coffee table and rush out of the apartment, knowing full well where she is.
as you feel the crisp winds of october dry away your tears, you are suddenly flooded with all the walks and small talks you both spent together, hand-in-hand in the most ungodly hours. usually, you’d have those kinds of nights after you both had sex. it was just…calming. but now that it was just you walking alone, it felt somewhat empty. insipid.
soon, you reached the entrance of the bar you both always went to after a long week. as you entered, you saw the waitress, who seemed to recognize you, and she motions towards the back of the empty bar, where you noticed a familiar head of black hair lying down on the table, sound asleep. tears sting your eyes as you walked closer to her, knowing that she was in this state because of you. that she was hurting to this point because of your selfishness.
you muster up the courage to shake her, trying to wake sana up, but she doesn’t seem to respond. you notice her beeping phone beside her, the caller ID reading “my sweetheart”. she fell asleep as she was yelling at you. typical sana.
you sigh out as you lift her into your arms, opting to just carry her on your back the entire way home.
“hey, i can drive you both to your place?” you look up to see the waitress from before standing in front of you.
“i’d appreciate that.”
—
you sigh and look down at your lap. sana was still sleeping, her soft snores filling up the car as her chest rose and fell. you couldn’t help but choke up at the thought of leaving her. she was like your world. you’d sacrifice a ton for over. fuck, you’d even take your life to save hers. you wanted to beat yourself up for cheating on her, let alone even thinking about cheating.
“our apartment’s right there.” you point out, and the waitress, whose you learned that her name was chaeyeon, nods before pulling into the main entrance of your building.
“you know, she seemed pretty hurt over something. you guys fought?” chaeyeon asks, helping you carry sana out of the car. you look down, feeling guilty and embarrassed about the reason behind sana’s state.
“i, uh, cheated on her. and she found out.” chaeyeon’s face just shows that she’s disappointed, and you just look away in shame before walking forward towards the elevator, pushing the ‘up’ button and stepping back.
“listen, i don’t know anything about your guys’ relationship, but seeing how fucked up she was at the bar, you probably hurt her really bad.” you can practically hear the disappointment in her tone, making you smile bitterly.
“i don’t think she’ll even forgive you for it. like, if you do end up staying with her despite what you’ve done, your relationship will never be the same. it will probably feel forced.” chaeyeon reasons as the elevator door opens. you sigh out, nodding in agreement as you walk and press the button for your floor.
“i hate to say this but the best and only option for you both is to break up.” you suck in a sharp breath, trying to deny reality, but she was right. the only best option for the both of you to heal and become happy again was to split. staying together would just cause the both of you pain, there weren’t going to be any more happy moments. only little conversations that would feel forced and empty.
tears stung your eyes when you looked down at sana, who was still asleep, and you sniffled, hastily wiping your tears away. the elevator dings, signaling that you were on your floor, and you let chaeyeon know that you can take care of it from there. you bid her goodbye before she leaves, leaving you alone with sana.
grunting as you pushed the door open, you tried to quietly bring sana in, trying not to wake the poor girl up. once you made it through the door, you tried to hold up sana in front of you, but instead, the girl flops into your chest, sighing happily as she wraps her arms around your waist, mumbling about you being ‘a very nice pillow’. you chuckle bitterly, holding her up once again before you lift her and carry her to your shared bedroom despite her small whiny protests at putting her down.
finally, after some time, you managed to tuck her in bed, and instead of crawling into bed beside her like you normally do, you make your way towards the guest bedroom with all your night clothes and belongings. no matter how badly you wanted to sleep beside her, you knew that eventually, when she’s sober again, she’d break down once again and end up in the same state as she is now.
once you finally freshen up, you tuck yourself into bed, the headache still evident as you look over at the clock beside the bed, reading 03:45. you just simply sigh as you look up at the ceiling, waiting for the exhaustion to hit you so you can just sleep for the rest of the night, but it never does. your mind is still racing, unable to calm down from everything that is going on around you. so much had happened in one night, you wanted to just disappear off the face of the earth for at least 1 day to just get a grip on yourself.
you toss and turn, the minutes dragging along slowly through the night as you shut your eyes closed, trying to avoid the annoying buzz in your ears. trying everything you could, you were on the verge of just bursting into tears. you just wanted to curl into a ball and just quietly cry to yourself until the sun rises. you couldn’t go to your room, sana was sleeping, and you doubt she would love to wake up to you sleeping beside her, let alone be present in the room with her, after what had happened between the two of you.
listening to the soft traffic below your apartment, you feel yourself slowly feeling drowsy, the darkness around the room blending in with the darkness behind your eyelids as you slowly blink, nodding off to sleep.
—
you feel the sun from the outside shine on you, making you cover your eyes as you adjust to the brightness of the room. slowly getting up, you look over to the clock on the nightstand beside the bed, reading ‘9:20’.
the smell of brewing coffee hits your nose as you get out of bed, walking to the kitchen to grab a cup to wake you up for the day. grudgingly dragging your feet across the hall, you smile as the smell of the caffeinated drink grows stronger, the scent waking you up alone.
once you enter the kitchen, though, you walk into an empty kitchen, the coffee done with the cup having a small sticky note on it.
something in the pit of your stomach tells you to go over and check your bedroom, and so you do. you immediately rush over to your room and fling the door open, your heart sinking when you see a nicely made bed, not a trace of anyone sleeping in it.
you feel your heartbeat quicken as you walk over to your shared closet, hoping it wasn’t what you thought, but to your dismay, you entered the walk-in to see one half filled with your clothes alone, and the other half completely empty.
no.
tears sting your eyes as you rush out of your room, running over to the now slightly cooled down coffee waiting at your countertop, the sticky note still stuck to the cup.
you grab the sticky note, not caring if the coffee was going cold as you tried to slow down your breathing, unfolding the piece of paper and immediately noticing the tear stains on the paper. gathering your thoughts, you finally bring yourself to read the letter.
hi y/n.
i guess you could tell by the silence of the apartment that i left.
i’ll just get straight to the point because i have to leave as soon as i write this note.
despite the pounding headache this morning, i managed to think it through and i’ve come to a decision.
i’m breaking up with you.
you hurt me. badly. owning up to your mistakes is one thing. maybe i would’ve talked it out with you.
but the way you just stayed completely silent as i kept asking you? i couldn’t bring myself to stay with you any longer. it hurt me, y/n. it hurts that you didn’t try to explain yourself, because in my eyes, you seemed like you wanted to let me go. you didn’t care if i left or not. it was as if you stopped loving me. long ago.
all the sweet nothings you used to whisper in my ear, were they really coming from your heart? when you hugged me every morning as i made coffee for the both of us, was that all for show? when you kissed me so passionately, with so, so, so much affection and love, were you really thinking of me? or were you thinking of her?
all those precious little moments i held dear to my heart. all those little actions that i adored about you, did you really have me on your mind? or was i that brunette in your eyes? did you really see me as minatozaki sana, or that bitch from your workplace that you cheated on me with for 5 fucking months?
i took anything that was mine in the apartment, so don’t worry about my scent lingering around the space, or contacting me about anything left in the place.
i also will be changing my number, so you don’t have to worry about ‘accidentally’ butt dialling me and talking with me for 4 hours straight while i’m at work.
that’s it from me, i guess. thank you for being apart of my life, and thank you for helping me learn a lesson from this relationship.
his birthday, his shitty navigation skills, and your paranoia! — c.sc
pairing. choi seungcheol x gn!reader
genre. fluff, a bit of panicking and reader overthinking and being paranoid.
warnings. none really :/
a/n. this is so poorly written i'm so sorry 😭. also happy (belated) birthday, seungcheol (aka my pookie 🫶🫶🫶)
wc. 1.1k
“those falls over there, they lead to–” you turn to notice that once again, seungcheol is not beside you. “oh my god.” you groan, rubbing your temple in an attempt to remember where you last saw him out of the corner of your eye, snacking on some shrimp chips he bought after lunch.
walking back to the café you both were previously at, you look around, hoping to find your boyfriend just wandering around the café, waiting for you to find him again. to your dismay, seungcheol was nowhere to be found, and knowing seungcheol, he trusted his poor navigation skills once again and got himself lost.
pulling out your phone, you dial his phone number, hoping that his phone was on ringer mode. as your phone rang on, your heart sinks as the line goes to voicemail, the panic settling in.
“fuck, where did this kid go?” you whisper, sending him a message to reply with his whereabouts.
you're startled when jeonghan’s caller id pops up, yelping out loud and making a few eyes turn to you. apologising and bowing, you walk away to pick up the call.
“jeonghan, we have a problem.” you mumble as soon as you slide the green icon, pressing the phone up to your ear.
“what? why?” he replies in a confused tone.
“i lost seungcheol.”
complete silence is heard on the other side of the line as you bite your nails—a habit that you never seemed to shake off, and a habit that seungcheol seemed to dislike, explaining that it’s not good for you and he loves seeing your nails “long and pretty”.
“y/n, what do you mean you lost–”
“I LOST SEUNGCHEOL.” you hiss. “i went out with him for brunch like you wanted me to, then we went to a café nearby and just chilled for a bit, before we went on a little stroll for fun! i don’t know how i lost him but i did!” you ramble, your breathing quickening as you take in the situation. possible scenarios pop up into your brain as you try to control your breathing, and it only induces your panic.
“y/n, honey. i need you to calm down first, and i want you to know that seungcheol just called me and said he’s at some park, so breathe.” you calm down when you heard that he was at least someplace safe and public. “second, he said he doesn’t know where the fuck he’s at and he sounds pretty scared which is really fucking funny when he prides himself in his apparently wonderful fucking navigation skills so that’s something to laugh about.” you hear jeonghan snicker on the other end of the line, making you roll your eyes.
“jeonghan, let him live, won’t you? he’s just…”
“full of himself? fuck yeah he is.” you scoff as you shake your head. “you’re so mean.” you chuckle. “alright. i’ll see if there’s any parks nearby and call you guys back if i find him.” you say before you cut the call and start walking around.
—
you’re now on the verge of tears when you approach a park full of children, all happily running around and sliding down slides.
you walk over to a nearby bench, shoving your head into your hands as you silently sob. you’ve never really been away from seungcheol like this in the 4 years you’ve been with him. well, yes you have, but you never lost him like this. you’d always manage to find him within an hour or so, and now, it’s been almost 3 hours since you lost seungcheol. there was no doubt that you were scared now. as more time passed by, the worse the scenarios in your head grew.
what if he got distracted by a dog on the street and got himself bitten? what if he met up with a friend and went on a coffee date with them, only to find out that he was a bad person and he hurt him? what if someone tried robbing him? what if he got hurt? what if–
the sound of a familiar giggle pulled you out of your thoughts, and you immediately look up.
lo and behold, your boyfriend, choi seungcheol, was playing around with some 5-year-olds on the playground, pushing them on the swings and laughing along with the children.
immediately getting up, you sigh out in relief and run over to seungcheol, tackling him in a hug and completely losing it.
“woah!” he laughs out, bringing one arm over your shoulder as you hide your face in the crook of his neck. “youdon’tknowhowlongittookformetofindyouiwassosca–”
“hey, hey.” seungcheol pulls out of the embrace and holds you by your shoulders and bends down to your eye level, bringing his hand up to your cheek to wipe away your tear that had fallen, adorning a stupidly dopey smile on his lips which almost immediately washed away all the anxiety and fear that once coursed through you.
slinging your arms around his neck once again, you held him tight as you planted a fat kiss on his cheek, making him giggle like a schoolboy as he snaked his arms around your waist, pressing you close to him. “i don’t even know how i lost you, baby.” seungcheol murmured into your hair as he squeezed your waist in a reassuring manner.
scrunching your eyebrows, you pull away and look up at your boyfriend, and he looks back at you, feigning an innocent face with playful nature underneath it. “you got lost yourself and you know that, you son of a–”
“ah! there are children here.” seungcheol presses his index finger on your lips, effectively hushing you. out of the corner of your eye, you spot jeonghan and joshua waving towards the two of you and making faces that clearly indicated that we have to get the fuck out of here because the restaurant reservation we made is in less than 10 minutes and we are 10 minutes away from the goddamn restaurant.
“cheol, honey.” you mumble, noticing that seungcheol was clearly leaning in for a kiss, despite the young audience around you. he hums, still leaning in, and you pull away, making his eyebrows furrow in confusion. you point behind him, and he turns, groaning when he notices the two.
“oh god,” he pinches his nose bridge. “they’re here for some dinner reservation to celebrate my birthday, and the dinner reservation is in less than 10 minutes?” you slowly nod, sheepishly smiling. seungcheol widens his eyes as he connects the dots, and gasps.
as you cuddled closer into your boyfriend's arm, you pouted as you felt yourself tearing up, snaking your arms around his arm. you nuzzled your cheek into his shoulder as jeonghan rested his chin on your head, humming as you saw him open the calendar app on his phone.
tears well up in your eyes as you wince from a sharp pain in your stomach, the cramps hurting more than ever. you try to cuddle closer to him in an attempt to slightly wear off the pain, but it doesn't really do anything.
"baby," jeonghan mumbles. you hum in response. "did you start your period for this month?" he asks, catching you off guard.
"w-why?" you ask, lifting your head off his shoulder to look up at him.
"just tell me." he takes his eyes off his phone screen to look at you. you nod, going back to cuddling into his side as he sighs, bringing his arm over you to bring you closer into his side.
"baby, please don't be afraid to tell me your on your period, ok? it's better that you tell me beforehand rather than me find out through you crying from all the cramps." he tells you, running his fingers through your hair in an attempt to soothe you. "it hurts me to see you in pain, my love. i want to make sure i have everything to help ease the pain."
you simply just sit quietly, staring off into space as the cramps reside for a bit. you both shift so your head is in his lap, jeonghan continuing to play with your hair as you drift off to sleep. feeling jeonghan interlacing your fingers together, you barely hear him whisper "i love you" before you entirely fall into slumber.
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