SUMMARY . . . where they're supposed to be packing but one of them has other plans.
PAIRING . . . kim gyuvin x male!reader
GENRE . . . very fluffy
WARNINGS . . . none!
WORD COUNT . . . 1.2k
NOTES . . . gyuvin is seriously bias wrecking me these days fr.. this is dedicated to zai (@scrrra), he didn't really ask for this but i just wanna make his day!! also were all starving for gyuvin content so take this
"your literally so messy".
"your acting like your any better, dumbass".
gyuvin gasps loudly, as if offended by the words. y/n just chuckles at his display, turning around to stare at his tall boyfriend, who pouts. "i'm just saying, your going to college you don't need all this stuff!"
"yeah, i'm going to college" y/n states like a matter of a fact. "i need everything".
"everything?"
"everything".
gyuvin blinks, narrowing his eyes and giving his partner a judging stare. y/n lightly punches his shoulder, and gyuvin sighs. "okay! okay! you can pack everything".
y/n was originally gonna pack on his own, he didn't really even want help, but gyuvin insisted on helping, and wouldn't take no for an answer. since y/n had procrastinated for super long and now college starts in two weeks and he hasn't even packed half his stuff yet.
he has maybe one box packed, and he was only reminded of it today when hanbin screamed in his ears with a megaphone telling him that he starts college in two weeks.
so now, here y/n is, trying his best to decide what to pack as gyuvin just looks at his stuff, seeing what he could find. "you have so many books! where do you even keep these?"
"in my shelves, obviously".
"your room is the size of a cubicle, what shelves?"
y/n scoffs, still looking away from gyuvin as he sorts his clothes in one box and then his pillows, blankets, and bedsheets in another. his attention quickly moves away from gyuvin, whose actually not helping him pack.
gyuvin had been in y/n's room maybe twice in the whole time they've been dating. to be fair, they're always out, doing couple things like buying ice cream at three am, or shopping for sweaters just so y/n could steal them from him, or running across the beach at night.
they're usually never inside, just always out and about.
gyuvin scrunches his nose, staring specifically hard at a random drawer besides y/n's bed. he blinks, looking over at his partner, whose busy trying to figure out how much stuff he can fit in one box, completely turned away from gyuvin.
he opens the drawer, trying to see what's inside. pens, pencils, notebooks, binders, some more books, and a few post it notes. just boring stuff, gyuvin thinks in his head.
he sighs, packing those things in the box beside him, he notices that there are still other things in that drawer, letters, and he tilts his head, trying to get a better look at them.
wait.. are those the letters i wrote for him?
earlier in the year, gyuvin had written letters for y/n, it was a thing he did when they were in the much earlier stages of their relationship, he really did pout his heart and soul into those letters, but he assumed y/n had forgotten about them.
but he kept them, like the corny loser he is.
gyuvin smiles as he thinks about it, laughing to himself. y/n was pretty much oblivious to what gyuvin had stumbled upon, busy trying to figure out how he's gonna put all his extension cords together without tangling them.
gyuvin's mind drifts off to the situation, college, and it puts a sour taste in his mouth. y/n is on the other side of this small room packing, and he's oblivious to what gyuvin is thinking.
yeah they're going to the same college, but y/n is going to get busier, and they can't just be a silly teenage couple anymore, they can't just go out buying ice cream at three in the morning, or gyuvin giving y/n piggyback rides randomly.
he moves the letters over, and sees other things, keychains, small fans, a tape measure(?), shoe laces, a polaroid camera, and a photo album. gyuvin tilts his head, reaching into the drawer to grab the photo album.
he struggles to take it out without making a lot of noise, he's not trying to alert y/n and distract him. he places it on the floor, getting the letters out of the drawer and placing them on the table beside the bed.
he then moves back to the photo album, he's not snooping, no! he's just curious, that's all! that's why he's flipping through the photo album right now. as gyuvin does that, he can't control his smile, because it's a bunch of photos which show y/n growing up.
gyuvin assumes that these photos were taken by his parents, y/n's father was a photographer after all. gyuvin couldn't contain his giggles, because y/n's childhood photos are so funny and cute that he can't help it.
y/n, who was busy packing, turns around as he hears gyuvin giggling, and all he can see is his boyfriend struggling to contain his laugh, looking like he was about to fall back onto the floor with how hard he was laughing. "what's so funny?"
gyuvin tries his best to catch his breath, clearing his throat as he stares at y/n, who blinks. gyuvin, still laughing, turns the album over and displays the photo of seven year old y/n wearing his roller skating attire.
y/n narrows his eyes, and then they widen. gyuvin is horrible at keeping his giggles in, and he leans back as he laughs, completely enamored by the cute childhood photo of his boyfriend.
"you weren't even helping me pack" y/n goes over to him, looking at the photo album. "you were just going through my stuff".
"hey!" gyuvin yells, literally on the floor. "i wasn't going through your stuff, i did pack some stuff, i just for distracted easily!" he laughs, propping himself up on his elbows.
y/n reaches forward to try and grab the photo album, but gyuvin quickly moves his arm before he can grab it. he pauses, and gyuvin smiles in a mischievous manner, giggling. "give it back".
"no?"
"what do you mean no—"
y/n reaches so forward again, and falls forward, on top of gyuvin. "you are such an.. ass".
"no, you love me" gyuvin says, picking up his head to stare at y/n, smiling. "your so cute, you know that? the roller skates might've been a little big on you but—"
"shut up!" y/n exclaims, flicking gyuvin in his forehead, which makes him yelp. finally, he grabs the photo album out of gyuvin's hand, taking it for himself. "your annoying, i swear".
"i called you cute, your not even gonna say thank you?"
"i'll thank you when you actually help me pack".
"i did! i packed.. that!"
y/n deadpans at him, and gyuvin giggles, making him scoff. "babe! i love you! you know that right?" he calls out as y/n walks over to the other side of the room, placing the photo album on a table.
"you can say that after you pack".
gyuvin stares at y/n, snickering as his partner also flips through the photo album. "you kept those letters i sent you?"
y/n gasps, turning gyuvin's way and seeing the shit-eating grin on his face. "gyuvin!"
SUMMARY . . . in another universe, they're happy, and they can be together. unfortunately, this isn't the universe.
PAIRING . . . park gunwook x male!reader, mentions of park gunwook x fem!oc
GENRE . . . angst, fluff
WARNINGS . . . none!
WORD COUNT . . . 2.5k
NOTES . . . DO NOT watch everything everywhere all at once if you have a rocky relationship with your mom, i cried and rotted in my bed for like thirty minutes. the title is from let you break my heart again by laufey because her music makes me sad in an unhealthy way!!
for every person, another version of them exists in a universe beyond, bearing a different fate..
the words were etched into y/n's mind, yes, but they were never of much importance to him.
he'd heard stories about how there are many other universes, a different fate set for each person in every one of them. he never truly thought they were anything real, because he was mostly a child when being told those tales.
even if the many different universes did exist, y/n doesn't even know what his fate in this one is. he doesn't have time to be wrapped up in these dumb yet interesting stories, because he has to deal with reality.
and he absolutely hates having to deal with the reality of his situation..
y/n always freezes and his face scrunches whenever the bell above the door rings and he hears the familiar giggles of them, watching them hold hands, seeing them be happy, watching them be cheesy and corny whilst he just observes.
he wishes he could look down and pretend he didn't exist, but that was pretty much impossible because it's him.
it's park gunwook.
"y/n!"
god, y/n wishes that he could just turn away and ignore gunwook, but how do you ignore your best friend of five whole years? the one person he has so many similarities with he could count on more than twenty fingers?
so, he curses at himself in his head, shoves his feelings down into the recesses of his mind and gives gunwook his fakest of smiles. "hi gunwook—"
gunwook pulls him into the tightest hug ever, and y/n pauses for a moment, processing the whole thing before wrapping his arms around gunwook, basking in the hug. "woah, what's this for?"
"i missed you" gunwook mumbles into his neck. "obviously.."
"gunwook" y/n begins. "we saw each other two days ago?"
"two days is too long of a gap" gunwook laughs, his perfect smile on display as he pulls away from the hug, staring lovingly at his best friend.
only platonically, though. gunwook would never look at him like he'd want for him too..
"anyway, how have you been?"
"i've been.. fine! yeah! fine!"
y/n hates lying, but what other choice does he have?
gunwook narrows his eyes, as if suspicious by his answer, but he smiles anyway. "how's your mom? is she recovering well?" he jumps up excitedly, giving that familiar smile which always makes y/n crumble.
"she's okay! she's still in the hospital but she's recovering well".
gunwook nods, smiling. "i'm happy to hear that, i— well.. aeri and i are planning on visiting her".
y/n's mouth sours, but he sighs. "the both of you?" that question left his mouth with such disdain, he hopes it wasn't obvious he was glaring.
"oh, do you have a problem with that? we don't have to go if you don't want us to—"
"no no" y/n shakes his head; "it's okay".
but it's not okay.
when has it ever been okay? y/n has always been horrible at expressing how he genuinely felt, he always masked his feelings with a fake smile, or fake words, he always pretend he's okay.
he can't do that to gunwook, he wouldn't do that to gunwook, ever. is he extremely pissed off that gunwook's girlfriend is now doing everything that they do together? yeah, of course he is.
but gunwook is his best friend.
he'd never do something of that degree to his own best friend.
y/n sighs, smiling. "when visiting hours open, i'll call you two, i'm sure my mom would love to see you".
gunwook nods, looking to aeri, who also nods, yet slower.
y/n pauses, scratching his hands under the counter. gunwook stares at him, blinking, he looks to aeri for a moment, smiling at her. "um, you can go, babe, i'll meet you outside, yeah?"
babe, y/n shuts his eyes, gritting his teeth.
"yeah, just don't take too long!"
"i won't!"
when aeri leaves, the bell above the door ringing as she opens the door, gunwook looks back to his best friend, smiling. "why are you..? shouldn't you be going?"
"y/n, remember when we were kids and your mom would tell us these stories to get us to go to sleep?"
gunwook completely derails the topic of the conversation, not answering y/n's question. y/n blinks curiously, not knowing why he'd randomly bring that up.
"yeah? what does that have to do with anythi—"
"well i know it's only been two days, but i saw you and it reminded me of, you know, that tale your mom told us about the countless different universes and how there's a version of us in each of them that bears a different fate and—"
y/n had heard this tale thousands of times, but he watches fondly as gunwook rambles, his eyes lit up, stars in them as he talks about the insane possibilities of who they could be and what fate they could have in other universes.
"i don't know gunwook, it seems like just a dumb story to me".
"y/n!" gunwook whines, grabbing his arms. "your so boring, you don't even believe in this".
"sounds like something from a marvel movie".
"you love marvel movies though!"
y/n shakes his head, looking away. "okay then, in another universe, would you still be park gunwook my best friend in the whole entire world?"
gunwook's face flushes lightly, but he shakes his head and smiles. "in every other universe that exists, i'll always be in your life".
"wow, romantic".
gunwook giggles, looking away, still holding y/n's arms. "in another universe we might hate each other".
"please that would never happen".
maybe, in another universe, i finally get to have you.
for every person, another version of them exists in a universe beyond, bearing a different fate..
y/n scrunches his nose, staring at the book before him. the words on the page strangely piece together in his brain, as if they make no sense but also make sense at the same time. after a while of pausing, he snickers.
other universes? yeah right.
"whatcha reading?"
"ah!"
y/n jumps, and when he turns around he's met with the smiling face of his partner. "jesus christ, gunwook, you need to stop sneaking up on me like that".
only a cheeky smile is earned from his boyfriend, who jumps over the bleacher to sit beside him, stretching his long legs forward. "sorry, your reactions are so funny, though" he leans his chin onto his head, staring at his partner fondly.
"what are you reading?" he asks, resting his chin on his boyfriend's shoulder to look at the words on the book page. y/n hums, content with the feeling of gunwook on his shoulder, he looks back to the page he left off on.
"some psychological multiverse book thingy" he responds, not really knowing how to explain it, and gunwook chuckles at his explanation. "it talks about like, how everyone exists in many different universes and how each version of them bears a different fate".
gunwook blinks, tilting his head, then, he smiles. "that sounds interesting! why do you look bored y/n?"
"because.. it just sounds like bullshit".
"hey! you'd never know if many other universes existed anyway, not like you can jump through them or anything".
y/n snickers, amused by the way gunwook is so into this. "okay then, in another universe, are you still park gunwook my lovely boyfriend?"
gunwook's face flushes at y/n's words, and he pretends to cringe at y/n's flirting. "in every other universe that exists, i'll always be in your life".
y/n pauses, the words hit him in a spot that warms his heart, makes him want to giggle and kick his feet in a giddy way. "your so cheesy".
"you started it! dumbass!"
y/n shoves gunwook by his shoulder, a short giggle coming out of his lips.
"in another universe, we might hate each other".
y/n gasps at gunwook's statement, making him laugh and almost fall back. "please, that would never happen".
maybe in another universe, we both grow old together.
for every person, another version of them exists in a universe beyond, bearing a different fate..
the words ring through y/n's head as he pulls out his key, going through them and sticking them in the keyhole to unlock the front door. he sighs as he entered through the door, dropping his bag on the kitchen counter as he tries to blink away his tiredness.
y/n is hungry, but he's too tired to comprehend any of that. he slips off his uniform and puts on the first comfortable looking thing he could find, an oversized t-shirt and sweatpants. then, he shuffles towards the bed, immediately letting himself get wrapped in gunwook's arms.
he stirs for a moment, reaching out for y/n as he feels him crawl into bed with him. "hm.. hi" he mutters, resting his chin on y/n's head as the other yawns, burying his face in his neck.
"hi" he simply replies, his arms around gunwook's waist as he pulls the blanket over the two of them.
"how was work?"
"tiring, as always".
gunwook opens one of his eyes to stare at y/n in his peripheral vision, he finds the sight of him being tired cute, with his arms wrapped around him, he lets out a light giggle. "you look cute, y/n".
"as you've said before" he mutters, slowly removing his face from gunwook's neck to stare at him.
his gunwook, his husband, his everything.
"do you think.. that in another universe, we're both happy? and together?"
as soon as y/n asks that question, he buries his face in gunwook's neck, slowly beginning to drift off to sleep. gunwook stares, processing the question asked to him.
"in every other universe that exists, i'll always be in your life" gunwook states, running his fingers through y/n's soft hair, watching as his partner basks in the feeling.
y/n chuckles lightly, shaking his head. "your so cheesy".
"i'm just being honest.." gunwook starts. "in another universe, we might hate each other".
y/n lightly scoffs, tightening his hold around gunwook, as if afraid to let him go. "i would never let that happen" he says. "never".
maybe in another universe, we remain lifelong partners.
for every person, another version of them exists in a universe beyond, bearing a different fate..
y/n sighs as he closed the box, handing the last order to the person in front of him. "here you go" he smiles tiredly, and the person takes the order in excitement, smiling brightly at him.
"thank you!"
"no problem, come again soon" he waves, and when the door finally closes, he lets out another sigh, this time of relief. the door closes for the final time that night, and y/n smiles to himself.
"ah! were done for the day!"
"oh it's been a long day.." y/n mutters, his head almost falling onto the counter because of how tired he is from working all day with no breaks.
gunwook giggles at his boyfriend, lifting his chin so that his head is now back up. "come on, the faster we close up and clean the place the faster we can go home".
he pats y/n's back and the other just chuckles, quickly jumping over the counter and flipping the sign to say 'closed'. he grabs the map and begins cleaning the floor, repeating the routine he does every single day.
gunwook hums as he begins organizing the stuff on the shelves. y/n is pretty distracted, though, he can't focus that much on cleaning the floors when a certain phrase continues running through his mind.
"gunwook?"
"yeah?"
"in another universe, do you think were still together?"
gunwook pauses at the question, continuing to sort the stuff on the shelves. he thinks hard for a moment before turning to his partner, whose now mopping the same spot on the floor waiting for his answer.
"in every other universe that exists, i'll always be in your life" gunwook states, smiling at the way y/n's face goes red and how he pauses what he's doing.
goddamnit park gunwook and his perfect smile.
y/n chuckles, looking back down at the floor. "your just trying to fluster me" he says, and gunwook shakes his head.
"in another universe we might hate each other".
the comment makes y/n raise an eyebrow, and he stares at gunwook for a specifically long time. "i would never let that happen, i could never hate you".
maybe in another universe, the two us achieve our dreams together.
"so?"
y/n snaps out of his daze, looking at gunwook in front of him. "woah y/n, did i scare you?" he inquired with a raised eyebrow, and the other blinks.
"how long was i zoned out for?"
"a good fifteen minutes".
"oh— shit! um.." he tries his best to piece his words together, and gunwook stares for a moment before laughing, seemingly finding his display amusing. "aeri must be getting impatient, you should go now".
gunwook stops laughing, pausing for a moment as he suddenly makes eye contact with y/n, who freezes at his sudden stare. "come on y/n, don't be so boring, think of what we could be in all of those many different universes.."
"gunwook" y/n begins. "why did you even feel the need to bring this up?"
"well, because it reminds me of your mom!" he exclaims. "and you seem to be down, so i wanted to help lighten your mood".
y/n's gaze softens. oh god, gunwook, you and your attentiveness, if only this was a universe where your mine.
wait— what did y/n just think?
"well maybe in another universe" y/n begins. "my mom never told us those stories and you wouldn't currently be running late".
gunwook scoffs and snickers, lightly nudging y/n who giggles. "fine y/n, hopefully i do hate you in another universe".
"i would never let that happen!"
y/n winks at gunwook, who gasps. for a moment, they're in silence, before gunwook moves forward and presses a kiss on his cheek, making y/n freeze once again. "huh—"
"see you tomorrow y/n!" gunwook gives no explanation for his sudden display of affection and simply bids a goodbye to his best friend, making his way out of the shop, the bell above the door ringing as he leaves.
he stays frozen, processing the act of affection as his mind races, the words piecing together in a complete nonsensical way.
in another universe..
in another universe?
in another universe.
maybe, in another universe, that action was romantic and not platonic.
maybe, in another universe, gunwook could finally be his.
SUMMARY . . . for sim y/n, the most ironic thing is telling a speech at the wedding of his first ever love, watching as he gets happily married to someone else, oblivious to all the pain he's caused in the process.
PAIRING . . . sung hanbin x male!reader, mentions of sung hanbin x fem!oc
GENRE . . . angst, simply angst
WARNINGS . . . none! just sad really
WORD COUNT . . 4.4k (so sorry)
NOTES . . . had an epiphany at midnight, so take this angst my friends! #sorrysunghanbin. the past is written in italics just so you know!
"you are a fucking idiot, you know that?"
the blatant and brutally honest statement from jongwoo makes y/n suck his teeth, slamming the door to the fridge as his eyes flick over to the yoon. the words are completely true, and everyone in the room, including y/n, knows that, but he wants to stay firm in his denial.
"are you just gonna insult me the whole time or.. i don't know, give me advice?" y/n sassily replies, and jongwoo scoffs, rolling his eyes.
"y/n, hanbin asked you to be his best man and you said yes!?" he immediately exclaims, and the volume of his voice makes y/n lightly flinch.
"your setting yourself up for heartbreak".
"well that's already been the past few years of my life so it's nothing new".
park hanbin snickers, and then he scoffs with a sudden change of attitude. "this is so funny, but also very depressing".
"y/n" keita starts, eyes shifting around the room. "i love you and all, but your setting yourself up for failure here, your watching the man you love get married! and your gonna give a speech at his wedding!?"
"yep" y/n replies, popping the 'p'.
hanbin props his arms up onto the counter, staring at his long time friend. "you know you don't have to do this if you don't want to, y/n, seriously".
"you guys hanbin is my best friend why wouldn't i wanna be his best man?"
"your gonna hurt yourself.." keita sighs. "how long have you liked hanbin, y/n? for like— ever, i don't want you to just watch and be sad".
"i'll be fine guys!" y/n very clearly lies, he throws his hands into the air like an idiot. "i'll get over it! it's not impossible to hide my feelings! and plus, i'm not about to make hanbin's wedding about me".
hanbin narrows his eyes, clearly not buying it. jongwoo simply scoffs, rolling his eyes, and keita sighs, wanting to say something more but not wanting to get into an argument with y/n.
y/n picks his nails, biting his inner cheek.
"what if she doesn't like me? and then i look like an idiot trying to ask her out?"
the seventeen year old sung hanbin paces back and forth, biting his nails anxiously as he begins rambling about his crush on a certain girl and how he's contemplating on just giving up and not telling her his feelings at all.
"your sung hanbin?" matthew responds in a questioning manner. "why would she reject you? everybody wants to date you!"
"right, you dumbass.." zhang hao mutters, he ignores hanbin's glare and scoff, crossing his arms as he watches him continue to pace back and forth while contemplating what to do about his crush.
as hanbin continues to pace, matthew rolls his eyes and zhang hao turns his head to the door, hearing it open. in walks y/n, holding a box as he closes the door with his foot.
y/n pauses, squinting as he watches hanbin pace back and forth. he puts down the box and dusts off his jeans. "what the hell is hanbin doing? why is he mumbling?"
"hanbin is being an idiot, as always".
"i'm not! i just—" hanbin pauses as he stares at y/n, who just raises an eyebrow. "i don't know.. it's complicated!"
"hanbin likes eunji and he's too afraid to tell her he likes her even though he's literally like, what? the one guy everyone wants to date, he's acting like it's a big deal but eunji's probably gonna say yes anyway and the next thing you know they're married with kids!"
y/n takes in the words zhang hao just said, doing his best to process them and piece them together in his mind.
hanbin has a crush on eunji..
hanbin has a crush on eunji?
y/n's stomach drops, and he sucks in a breath. yeah, he doesn't have a chance, of course hanbin likes eunji. she's pretty, smart, has a good sense of humor.
his crush is stupid, of course it doesn't matter; not that hanbin cares anyway. he's hanbin's best friend, nothing more, nothing less, at least not in hanbin's mind.
what made him think he really ever did have a chance?
y/n snaps out of his own thoughts and simply laughs, a fake one, but no one had to know that. "um.. just ask her out? your sung hanbin, it can't be that hard".
"why does everyone say that!?" hanbin groans, flopping down onto the couch before him. "what does that even mean?"
"it means she won't reject you, stupid" zhang hao states rather bluntly. "you guys both like each other, go for it".
matthew's eyes shift to y/n, and he can tell how it's hurting y/n to listen to this conversation, but he's keeping up a smile because it's his best friend.
a best friend he's in love with but that's out of the question.
how long has y/n liked hanbin? it seems like forever. where did it even begin? he could give you maybe two answers, that one time the two of them slept in the same bed during a sleepover in middle school, or that other time in middle school when they kissed!
trust and believe, y/n tried his best to get over hanbin.
he can never truly do it though.
because hanbin is just.. hanbin. he's so stupid with his pretty smile, and his pretty eyes, and his pretty voice, and how sweet he is, in such a natural way too.
every time he tries to get over him, hanbin comes back and gives him another reason for y/n to fall in love with him. in all honesty, it's like he's stuck in a loop.
and it's fucking stupid.
he hates it.
but he loves hanbin.
y/n's eyes flicker back up to the scene before him and hanbin is still mumbling and pacing back and forth. zhang hao just giggles at his display, and matthew gives him a look of sympathy.
"yeah um.. you guys keep discussing that i'm just gonna go".
y/n didn't really have anything he needed to do, he just really wanted to leave the room, and get away from anything pertaining to hanbin and eunji.
or just anything pertaining to hanbin in general.
"you want me to teach you how to what?"
hanbin paces back and forth, reminding y/n of a memory he'd much like to stay in the past. the younger groans, covering his face with his hands in an embarrassed way. "y/n! i agreed with eunji that we would waltz and i don't know how to waltz!"
"you don't know how to waltz? then why'd you agree to waltzing!?"
"because— because this wedding needs to be the perfect one! i want to make my fiancée happy!"
y/n feels a stab to his heart at the word fiancée, but this is what hanbin wants.
stop being so selfish, y/n! hanbin's getting married, your feelings don't matter here!
y/n punches himself in the head, and looks back up to hanbin, whose still stressing about the fucking waltz. "okay fine, hanbin, i'll teach you how to waltz, again".
"what do you mean, again?"
"remember when we were thirteen and you begged me to teach you the waltz so you could dance it with hao hyung at prom?"
hanbin gasps, smiling brightly. "oh yeah! my mom was so impressed!" he seems so giddy thinking about his past.
y/n wishes he could relate.
he sighs, standing up, and pulling hanbin by his arm. hanbin lets out a small squeak, tripping on his own feet and almost falling on his face. y/n was there to catch him, helping him up onto his feet.
"are you trying to kill me?"
"come on hanbin, be smart!"
hanbin gives his best friend a playful glare, and y/n laughs at his expression.
"okay so for the starting position" y/n begins, taking hanbin's hand. "your gonna put this hand on my shoulder, and this hand on my waist".
y/n tries his best to not melt when hanbin obeys his orders, sliding his non-dominant hand down to y/n's waist, whilst he places the other on his shoulder. he looks up and the two of them hold eye contact for what seems to be forever.
y/n doesn't want to blink, in an almost stupid way, it's like he wants to persevere this moment, to just have this continue..
he doesn't want to be reminded of the actual reality, that hanbin isn't his and that he never actually did tell him what he felt, that hanbin is getting married to someone far prettier, smarter, and much more pleasant than him.
because if he's being honest, all it does is make him want to collapse onto the floor and cry.
"okay so" y/n clears his throat. "when it comes to the waltz, footwork is usually the main focus, so if you can just move your feet correctly and on beat than you'll have no problem".
hanbin's eyes shift around the room. "okay, so, we just have to move at the same time, on beat?"
"you have to make sure you remain consistent with the moves as well".
hanbin looks up, his eyes shining as he stares at y/n. he swears he feels his legs about to give in with the way y/n is looking at him, but he clears his throat and shakes his head.
y/n steps forward first and hanbin is too slow, so he accidentally steps on his foot. "ow! y/n!" he winces, shutting his eyes.
"were supposed to step at the same time!"
"you didn't give me a cue!"
"what cue you dumbass!?"
hanbin sucks his teeth, a pout coming to his face. y/n shakes his head, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. how could he ever remain mad at hanbin?
"okay, on three, we step at the same time, and we'll go from there".
hanbin thinks, then he nods, giving him that same smile he loves so much.
1.. 2.. 3
y/n and hanbin step at the same time, and hanbin makes a sound of excitement when he finally gets the move right. after a few minutes of accidentally stepping on each other's feet, the two of them begin to get the hang of it.
hanbin is a fast learner, evidently, he won't have any problem waltzing with eunji. y/n was way too into this to even think about reality at this point, this waltz took him back to the good memories he has. memories of teaching hanbin how to waltz when they were in the eighth grade, seeing his look of excitement upon hearing that y/n knew how to waltz.
y/n smiles as they dance together, but the only thing keeping him smiling are the memories he has from before. thinking about everything now, how he's agreed to being hanbin's best man even with the feelings he's hidden from him for who knows how long.
it's depressing to y/n how even with all of the heartbreak he's gonna experience from this, he's still gonna do it. for the sake of hanbin and eunji, for the sake of his best friend.
he doesn't deserve hanbin, he never did deserve hanbin. yes eunji's lucky, but she deserves good things, she's not a bad person.
the jealousy bubbling up inside him is maddening.
when they finally do stop dancing, y/n is no longer smiling, hanbin seems happy, and he has to try his best to put up a fake front. "oh my god! i think i might be getting a little dizzy.."
"it was just spinning, hanbin".
"spinning like, thousands of times".
y/n snickers at the complaint from hanbin, trying his best to ignore how hurt he feels about the way his mind is hurting him, how his own thoughts are seemingly playing against him.
"y/n?" hanbin calls out, the sound of footsteps approaching meet y/n's ears.
"yeah—"
y/n pauses, when he turns around hanbin is right in front of him, so close that y/n could see all of his features so clearly. he takes in a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but the moment hanbin smiled, y/n closes his eyes.
"thank you" hanbin says, completely oblivious to the way he's affecting y/n, the way he's always affected y/n. he takes his hands, looking down. "for not just teaching me how to waltz, but for everything, everything you've done for me".
everything i've done for you..
"it's nothing really" y/n responds, his voice probably sounding airy because hanbin is holding his hands. "your my best friend, and i love you".
he loves hanbin.
he loves him.
maybe not in the context he thinks, but he does love him.
really.
"what are you doing out here, y/n?"
sitting on the curb in front of hanbin's house, y/n sighed as he rolls his eyes. hanbin sits beside his best friend, a light cold breeze brushing past them, y/n's hair moving in the wind. "because.."
y/n mutters something under his breath, and hanbin raises an eyebrow, though he sighs. "i heard you plan on not going to the formal".
"who told you?"
"matthew".
y/n bites his inner cheek, turning away from hanbin as his eyes cast down towards the floor. "y/n? did something happen?"
nope! just had the horrible realization that i can never be with you even with how much i love you! because you don't love me back! and you won't ever love me back!
"nope, just don't feel like going".
"why not?"
"you ask too many questions".
y/n snaps much more aggressively then hanbin expected, and he must notice, because his shoulders slump and he sighs. "sorry, it's just.. there's a lot going on at home right now".
"ah" hanbin stretches his legs, they're touching the street, but he doesn't seem to be the slightest bit worried. "sorry".
"it's alright.."
hanbin stared at y/n, admiring his side profile. another cold breeze passes, and hanbin lightly shivers before speaking up once again. "y/n, i'm not going if you don't wanna go".
"please don't start, hanbin".
"i— i can't go without you! your my best friend, you've been my best friend since like.. forever! we've never not done anything together!"
"yeah but.. it's just, yeah, not my thing".
hanbin knows thats a bold faced lie, because y/n mentioned many times even at the beginning of the school year that he was preparing for the formal before the formal was even announced, that he'd designed and begin sewing his own outfit already.
"we can go together".
y/n chokes on his spit.
"what?"
"you know, like what some friends do" hanbin explains, and y/n's face drops, of course. "y/n you've been talking about this forever! i'm not gonna go without you".
"hanbin.."
"come on y/n, please?"
y/n desperately wants to disagree just to be stubborn, but the way hanbin is looking at him, that gaze that he knows y/n can't resist. "i— ugh fine".
hanbin hums in delight, moving closer to wrap his arms around y/n, pressing the two of them together. "aww your so cute y/n! you just can't resist me can you?"
"oh my god let go of me".
y/n hopes his act was bought.
"you're so tense y/n, jesus".
"and you're not helping, matthew".
park hanbin sighs, rubbing y/n's shoulders as a way to calm him down. "stop thinking so hard y/n, it's all gonna be fine" he says, hoping that he can somehow make all of y/n's worries simply wash away.
and while y/n wishes that was the case, it doesn't work. "god i've been rehearsing my speech all week, the words are literally burned into my brain".
"okay you need to stop stressing out".
"i can't not stress out!" y/n snaps at zhang hao, very clearly stressed out. his hands feel clammy, and he begins cracking his knuckles as a sort of coping mechanism. "i'm.. oh god! what if i mess up!"
"y/n" hanbin calls out, his voice soft and low. "your stressing our more than hanbin, and he's the one getting married".
"ugh you don't have to remind me!" he squeals. realizing he sounds.. well— unhinged, y/n takes a deep breath, counting to ten in his head with his eyes closed before opening them again. "okay.. i can do this, it can't be that hard, i'm over him".
y/n believes lying to himself will help cushion whatever pain he knows he's about to feel going through this wedding.
it's like y/n blinks, and in two minutes, everything has already gone by. he believes he disassociated out during all of that, that he was there but not really there, per se.
the one thing he does know, though, is that he somehow avoided hanbin the whole time. y/n has absolutely no idea how he did it, because he is the best man after all, it makes no sense.
y/n is glad he was able to avoid hanbin, though, because he's sure he would've burst into tears if hanbin even so much as looked at him with those pretty pretty eyes of his.
and as he sits at the table, looking at the glass of alcohol in front of him, his stomach seems to be dropping further and further. okay y/n, you can do this, you practiced your speech for a week.
so, with his stomach feeling empty and his throat burning. y/n stands up, picking up the glass in front of him as the words leave his lips; "i would like to raise a toast".
y/n sucks in a breath as everyone else stands up, as everyone else immediately turns to him, giving him all of their attention. "it's really crazy, how hao hyung predicted all of this, though i know matthew remains pissed off that he owed him twenty dollars".
a few small laughs ring through the crowd, but the anxiousness doesn't leave y/n. "i'm y/n, i've pretty much known hanbin since forever, we grew up in the same neighborhood and always did everything together.."
y/n's mind races, and his eyes shift around. "it's really an honor to be here, watching my best friend get married, and to be chosen as his best man as well, is something i've really always dreamt of".
y/n's voice sounds so artificial that he wants to grimace at his own tone, but he keeps up his front, cursing in his mind. "i remember it like it was yesterday.. hanbin was freaking out thinking eunji would reject him, we all knew they were meant to be, and it's so beautiful to see this moment in person".
y/n laughs. artificial, dumbass. "congratulations to both hanbin and eunji, for their relationship, their love, and the amazing things they have achieved. i wish them nothing but prosperity and good fortune in the future".
the burning feeling in his throat increases, and y/n closes his eyes before giving the fakest smile he thinks he's ever given. "cheers everyone! to sung hanbin and jeon eunji!"
and just like that, it's over, and then everyone goes back to talking, laughing, their attention finally off y/n.
to say he's overwhelmed is an understatement, it's a miracle he didn't cry right then and there, not like anyone would recognize the true intention behind his tears anyway.
y/n fixates onto the floor, not wanting to look up as he's afraid of seeing hanbin, seeing him happy, oblivious to all the pain he's caused him these past few years.
"y/n" he snaps up, meeting the sympathetic gaze of keita. "everything okay? your zoning out there" he points out, and y/n nods, the burning sensation in his throat pretty much hurting him at this point.
"i just um.." he pauses, taking yet another deep breath. "there's just a lot of people in this room, it kind of overwhelms me".
your a fucking idiot, y/n. your at a wedding, of course there's a bunch of people here. why do your feelings even matter here? it's your fault for never telling hanbin how you feel..
"i need air.."
y/n smiles at keita, before he stands up and walks out of the venue, quickly making his way outside. whilst having a conversation, hanbin's eyes drift towards him, watching as he walked out.
where are you going y/n?
"you're way too genuine, lover boy".
hanbin gasps, staring at his best friend like he just said the most offensive thing ever. he stares at y/n fondly and shoves his hands into his pockets, a breeze blowing by and moving y/n's hair. "shut up, i'm being nice".
"walking me home, hanbin?" y/n inquires, a small smile graces his features as he chuckles, shaking his head at hanbin. "such a gentlemen you are".
"fuck you, y/n".
"don't say that to your bestest friend ever, hanbin!"
hanbin pouts, and y/n giggles once again, singing a shinee song to himself. "anyway, i really do appreciate you walking me home, you make me feel special, you know?"
"you.. are" hanbin pauses in his sentence, but he smiles as soon as he speaks those words. "don't mean to be cheesy or anything.."
"you do sound cheesy" but y/n's heart does skip a beat, fuck hanbin and his sweet words, he always seems to know what affects y/n the most. "dumbass".
screw him.. really.
"don't call me a dumbass, dumbass".
"what would your mom say if she heard you saying such things to me?"
hanbin gasps, moving y/n's way to nudge him by the shoulder. y/n grunts, giggling as he nudges him back, pushing him with much more force.
"don't push me, y/n!"
"you pushed first! stupid!"
"your stupid! stupid!"
hanbin looks up with a mischievous grin, and then he moves towards y/n again, pushing even harder with his shoulder. y/n stumbles and grabs hanbin's sleeve to make sure he doesn't fall, hanbin squeals and stumbles his way, almost taking the two of them down.
"idiot! are you trying to get us killed?"
"you started it!"
hanbin pouts, lightly pushing y/n again. "why'd i even agree to walk you home? your just here torturing me" he says playfully, pushing y/n forward.
"but you love me".
"yeah, sure y/n".
"you do! you just won't admit it!"
"have you seen y/n?"
hanbin asks for what seems like the nth time that minute, biting his inner cheek. park hanbin's eyes shift around the room, and he shakes his head. "nope, haven't seen him since the toast".
hanbin sighs in an almost defeated manner, but then keita speaks up; "he left".
his eyes widen. "what!?"
keita's face goes blank for a second, and he quickly reiterates. "no! not like left left, he just went out to get some air, he's just outside".
"oh okay" hanbin let's out a sigh of relief. "thank you" he says softly, smiling at his friends before exiting the venue, his head whipping around as he searches for y/n's familiar silhouette.
he doesn't have to search for long, though, since y/n is the only person outside, and simply because hanbin has gotten so used to identifying him in a crowd, he could practically point him out anywhere.
"hey stupid" y/n jumps when hanbin's hand lands on his shoulder. he relaxes for a moment, but only for a moment, because his shoulders remain tense. "i was looking for you everywhere, i thought you were gone".
"oh.. sorry" y/n smiles, but it quickly fades as hanbin sits beside him. "i just needed some fresh air, i can't be cooped up inside for too long".
y/n scratches his hand, hoping he can pretend that everything's okay that hanbin doesn't inquire about what's going on.
but its sung hanbin, of course he notices.
"is something bothering you?" hanbin asks, eyes falling to y/n's hands, which are reddening from how much faster he's scratching them now. "y/n, are you gonna give me answer?"
"i'm fine, hanbin" y/n smiles, but hanbin doesn't buy it, god screw him and his attentiveness. "why are you looking at me like that?"
"your lying".
"i'm not".
"you are".
"i'm not".
hanbin is really testing whatever remaining patience y/n has left, but instead of continuing with this banter, he sighs, reaching out to take y/n's hand, lacing it together with his.
as soon as their hands connect, y/n feels the cold metal of hanbin's wedding ring against his fingers, and the unpleasant reality dawns on him once again.
hanbin will never be his, hanbin will never reciprocate his feelings, or love him back, or see him as more than a best friend, as someone who he feels only platonic feelings for and nothing more.
y/n has spent so much of his time pining, thinking these useless things, creating fantasies in his head like any of them would actually happen in real life.
the truth is, sung hanbin would never love sim y/n back, he'd never see him as more than a friend.
but coming to terms with it so closely, with hanbin right in front of him, those pretty pretty eyes staring at him, makes y/n feel as if his whole world has crumbled right before his eyes.
unconsciously, he squeezes hanbin's hand, much to the surprise of the other.
"hanbin i.." he pauses for a moment, the word seeming to drag on forever. he doesn't know what to say, or what he should say, or what he should do, his mind feels empty in the moment.
"i love you".
the words have such a different meaning than what hanbin might think. y/n is conveying a much different point than presented to hanbin, his viewpoint is much more different than hanbin's, and it's clear by the way he reacts.
"i love you too, i always have".
yeah, you always have, but not like how i always have, you don't love me like how i love you.
y/n looks down to the floor, squeezing hanbin's hand once again.
"yeah, of course".
at that point in time, those words no longer conveyed any meaning to sim y/n anymore.
pairing › sung hanbin x gn!reader.
genre › headcanons list. fluff, established relationship.
warnings › mentions of food, implied friends to lovers.
word count › 0.5k.
HARD TO FIND :
you’re aware that you hit the jackpot with your boyfriend, as he’s every good thing in this universe and out of it. sometimes, you have to stop and wonder how you managed to bag such a boy, and it baffles you completely when he breaks silence, glimmery eyes set on the curve of your lips and the bridge of your nose, and says: “what wonderful thing did i do to deserve you?”
hanbin is one of a kind, hard to find, and he never forgets to let you know that you are just ( if not more ) wonderful that he is in your eyes.
HONEY :
pet names are not rare in your relationship with him, but you know things are real when he calls you honey. love, baby, darling — they’re heard by everyone, as hanbin calls you that whenever he has a chance. but honey, though….
honey is reserved for the two of you, for the locked front door and the date nights where he holds your hand over the table as you eat homemade pasta. it’s on the tip of his tongue when he watches you oscillate between worlds, half-asleep even though he’s not bothering to hide his stare. it’s for him, and for you, and for no one else to hear.
HELPFUL :
hanbin will never deny you his hands. if you need someone to grab a mug from the higher shelf, he’s there to do it for you, and if you ask him to please beat that one level in the video game he hates but is awfully good at, who is he to say no? inside his mind, there is no limits to where he’d go for you and your smile — truth be told, you often have to stop him from walking a step too far.
HEARTFELT :
you’re someone that feels deeply, and you know that hanbin is too. maybe that’s why your relationship is lived so passionately, and why everything you do comes from the very heart. sometimes hanbin tells you that you’re everything to him, and you can’t help but believe him — how could you not when he puts every bit of emotion, every speck of love into your relationship?
your relationship with hanbin is heartfelt, and you’re sure nothing could ever come close to what you live with him by your side. what you feel with him by your side.
HOME :
home, home, home. isn’t it self explanatory, though? hanbin is your home, and it feels insanely good to know you can confidently say you are his. it begins with a deep rooted friendship, and it ends with falling in love in this lifetime and every other. you are one half of a complete heart, and he is the other.
home, to you, is the feeling of his arms around you. it’s hanbin singing a lullaby, and making dinner in your apartment after a long day of doing way too much — sometimes, nothing at all. home is walking hand in hand, and pulling him in for a kiss whenever you want.
home is sung hanbin.
CAPSULE ₊ ⁺ The King can say those from the Seok Empire are merciless by default; but if the most mercy Seok Matthew can show is holding your hand, who can deny you a cruel man?
✷ pairing ┈ seok matthew x gn reader.
✷ genre ┈ royalty au, boarding school au. star crossed lovers, secret relationship that everybody knows about. fluff, angst, and everything in between.
✷ warnings ┈ inaccurate depiction of royalty. mentions of war, death, and blood. tba.
✷ featuring ┈ kim chaehyun of kepler, sunghoon and jungwon of enhypen, taerae and hanbin of zerobaseone, chaewon and kazuha of le sserafim, sullyoon of nmixx.
one. two. three. ( coming : beginning of september! )
reblogs and feedback are highly appreciated.
王 PROLOGUE
✷ word count ┈ 0.3k
Names hold power, you were raised to know — not believe, nevermind doubt. No, it is a known fact to you that names do hold power over those who utter them in cavalier remarks.
You’ve heard it with shaking hands, eavesdropping on your grandfather’s tête-à-têtes as he spoke ill of the Northern King. Too much tattle, your father had told you the afternoon after he had received a letter announcing your King’s death; a swifty sword between the ribs and your grandfather was dead at the feet of the Northern General.
Because, truth is, there are many ways to speak of those who carry the Seok crest: ruthless and thirsty for power, lacking integrity and overflowing with blood. Fear conquers, though, and your choice is silence as you memorize your father’s mantra. He inherits the throne, and whispers to you afterwards; he finds the perfect husband for your sister, and doesn’t forget to remind you at the wedding hall.
He sends you off to a boarding school, and repeats it every time you come back home with tired bones and cravings only your mother’s meals can satisfy: Do not get close, Peach. Those with Seok in their blood are a dangerous sort.
What can you do other than promise him a castle in the sky? It isn’t rebellion to find yourself touching shoulders with Prince Seok Matthew. It isn’t disobedience, no matter what Chaewon says. It merely is the way he smiles, and the way he holds you tight. How could Matthew — kind, selfless, beautiful Matthew — be all the things The King speaks about?
He can say those from the Seok Empire are merciless by default; but if the most mercy one of them can show is holding your hand, who can deny you a cruel man?
you and gyuvin had thought that getting to the night market quite early would mean fewer people- let's just say this was quite a close-minded way of thinking.
this particular night market lay on one of the busiest streets in seoul, of course, there would be a crowd of people no matter the hour.
in order not to lose you, gyuvin kept his eye on you the entire time, often reaching a hand out to your side to keep anyone from bumping into you too harshly. however, his actions toward you are unnoticed as you find yourself busy being captivated by the many stalls of local businesses and their specialties.
a special desert manages to capture your attention so much, that you rush over towards the stall, pulling out your wallet in ready. you watched as the shopkeeper dipped the kebab of strawberries into the boiling sugar water, and your eyes drift over to the assortment of fruits that also have the potential to be candied.
the slices of mango cause your eyes to sparkle and you politely beckon over the shopkeeper, pointing excitedly towards the mango slices and the fresh strawberries. the shopkeeper smiles, sticking the fruits onto a skewer before heading towards the pot of boiling sugar, spinning the fruits to coat them fully.
you couldn't help but feel entranced by the way the sugar glistened under the many LED lights that lined the night market, you couldn't wait to pass this to gyuvin and watch his eyes light up at the sight of the candied mango.
gyuvin on the other hand was freaking out. he took his eyes off of you for a second, and you were already gone. thankfully, his height came in handy when it came to situations like this, and he found your figure happily thanking a shopkeeper with something in your hand. looking up at the bright sign it read 'tanghulu'.
he jogs closer towards the shop before calling out your name, a big smile on his face as he watches you compliment the shopkeeper once more. at the sound of his voice, you perk up and turn back to him with an excited smile, gesturing towards the tanghulu in your hand.
his smile only grows wider, endeared by your actions and his eyes sparkle at the sight of the sugar-coated mangoes.
he holds out a hand, nodding towards it and you happily jog over towards him to take it.
"don't go off like that without telling me first", he reprimands gently, watching as you smiled knowingly.
"yeah, but i got you mango tanghulu so you can't get mad at me..." gyuvin smiles once again, an adoring chuckle bubbling from his throat and his eyes turning into crescents which perfectly portrayed how charmed he was by you.
you had him wrapped around your finger just like you were wrapped around his.
RICKY : hey, baby. ( fuzzy sounds, like he’s struggling ) gyuvin, i swear to god.
YN : hi, rui. how’s new york?
RICKY : lonely without you ( a protest can be heard from the background, and ricky sighs ). gyuvin wants to say hello.
YN : hi, gyuvin!
GYUVIN : hello! ricky is not lonely because he has me so he actually doesn’t need you and—
RICKY : will you shut up? ( footsteps, a door locking ). god, he’s annoying.
YN : he’s your best friend ( you chuckle ). did you lock yourself in the bathroom?
RICKY : literally not my fault i had to room with gyuvin because hanbin wanted to room with matthew. i usually room with matthew!
YN : yeah, so you’ve said. anything new happening over there?
RICKY : hmm… ( he seems to take his time to think, and his nails tapping on something can be heard ). well! i actually have gotten you lots of gifts.
YN : ricky! i told you i didn’t need anything, yah!
RICKY : yeah, well… i just love you, and i see you in every little thing. it’s just small stuff, i promise.
YN : like what? because last time you said small stuff, you bought me vogue sunglasses.
RICKY : that’s small!
YN : in size, sure. in price? hm…
RICKY : i got you that book you’ve been going on about, jiwoong-hyung found it whilst we were at barnes and nobles.
YN : no way! it’s taken me ages to — wait, why were you at barnes and nobles?
RICKY : to… buy books? i read too, you know!
YN : name one book, quick.
RICKY : youth in the shade? wait, that’s an album. ( he groans, and it mixes with your laughter ). whatever, i went because i was looking for the books you’ve had on your list for a while.
( silence, and from ricky’s side of the line you can hear yujin’s voice asking gyuvin — quite loudly — to play mario kart with him ).
RICKY : baby?
YN : i love you, rui.
RICKY : shut up. i love you more.
YN : i don’t think that’s possible, actually.
RICKY : you wanna bet?
YN : ( a giggle ) no, i’m good.
RICKY : yeah, sure. ( a pause ) i miss you.
YN : i miss you too, baby.
RICKY : i just… wish i could hold you. and kiss you. and take you on dates even if it’s at the dorm’s rooftop with badly lit scenery.
YN : two weeks, right?
RICKY : two weeks. ( sigh ) i think i’ll die.
YN : ( concern clear in your voice ) die? why?
RICKY : i just can’t live without you! ( he’s whining, obvious dramatics making you burst into laughter ).
YN : okay, romeo. i’ll be here when you come back, so don’t worry about a thing.
RICKY : facetime me every day from now on, okay? i love you.
YN : i love you more!
RICKY : no! i love you most!
CALL TIME : 43 MINUTES.
FLORI ﾉ new idea? i don’t know, i’ll probably do one of these for each zbo member and call it a day. requests are open again, by the way!
◜✧◞ SYNOPSIS ─ the last thing he wants to do is be a bother, but it's taerae, so it doesn't matter.
◜✧◞ PAIRING ─ kim taerae x male!reader
◜✧◞ GENRE ─ fluffy fluff.
whilst taerae snores beside him, y/n sits up, eyes wide as he waits.
he normally never has trouble sleeping, especially with taerae beside him, caged in his arms with his head tucked under his chin and hair tickling his face. there's usually never an issue with sleep, and that's why tonight, he feels extra anxious as he sits up awake.
theres a thunderstorm happening outside, and y/n isn't the biggest fan of those. earlier, before he went to sleep, he sat down at the kitchen counter drinking milk tea, worried out of his mind about getting stricken by lightning even as he's inside.
taerae reassured him that it was no big deal, that he'd be there the entire time so there was nothing to worry about. the constant rain hitting the window pane should have been the least of his worries, because at least he had a cuddle buddy at night.
for the first few hours, everything was okay, since taerae had no problem drifting off to sleep almost immediately. sleeping has never been an issue for him, he has always out like a light the moment his head hits the pillow.
he sits up for.. he doesn't even know how long, just sitting there as he listens to taerae's snoring, the sound of the rain, the thunderous clouds, and the lightning which continues threatening to strike.
the anxiousness coursing through his veins is insane, and he takes continuous deep breaths to try and calm himself down.
they don't work.
he looks over at taerae, whose sleeping soundly with his back turned towards him. he's simply unbothered by everything, and y/n sighs as he watches him sleep.
"taerae" he whispers, scooting closer. the boy gives a small mumble, but doesn't fully respond at all. y/n sighs and scoots closer, poking his back.
"taerae" he whines, his voice raising a little higher as he sees taerae shuffle. "babe".
"what? hm? yeah?" taerae mutters under his breath, he turns over and rubs his eyes, blinking away any tiredness from them. "what's up?"
"um— well.. it's—"
y/n is cut off by the sound of thunder crashing, making him squeal, frightened. instantly, he grabs the duvet under him, taking in a sheepish breath. "well, yeah— that".
taerae feels around on the bedside table and grabs his glasses, putting them on he he stares at y/n, whose terrified at the sound of thunder and lightning outside. "love, are you afraid?"
"i.. fuck, i can't sleep" y/n mumbles, he closes his eyes and rubs his temples. "the storm, it's making it difficult for me to sleep, i can't find anything to distract me".
taerae stares at his partner for a moment, before smiling to himself as he gets an idea. "hey, you know everything's gonna be alright? right?"
y/n clears his throat, shivering as he suddenly feels cold. taerae pulls the duvet over him and scoots closer, running his fingers through his hair. "can you.."
"can i?"
"can you sing for me?"
taerae raises an eyebrow, and y/n wraps the blanket around him. he doesn't question the statement, because if it's gonna help y/n fall asleep, then he'll do anything to make sure that happens. "alright love, what do you want me to sing?"
"anything is fine" y/n mutters, rolling over to wrap his arms around taerae, pulling him closer. "the only thing that's gonna put to sleep is your voice".
taerae rests his head on top of y/n's, and he rests his hand on his back, beginning to run it up and down. he presses a kiss to y/n's forehead, and the boy shivers again at the feeling of cold air brushing through the room.
"it's all gonna be alright, babe" taerae whispers, his voice seemingly overpowering the sound of rain hitting the window. "you'll be fine".
"taerae.."
"yes?"
"i said sing".
taerae chuckled at the words from his boyfriend, said boyfriend who is currently hugging him like he doesn't want to let go at all. "your so demanding you know that right?"
"sing please" y/n mumbles, pouting but burying his face into taerae's shirt. "i wanna sleep".
"i got you babe".
turns out all wasn't lost, and y/n did end up going to sleep that night.
Gyuvin usually doesn't sleep in class, Ricky poking his side to tell him to pay attention being a common occurrence. However, it was the last class of the day, and coincidentally his wake up button was simply not around at the moment.
Oh maths was so boring, and Miss Kim was not the best at engaging students in class. It couldn't be helped that Gyuvin's arms were crossed on his desk, inviting him to rest his head on them. It couldn't be helped that the warm shine of the sun was just right and comforting as it kissed his skin, practically lulling him to sleep. It also couldn't be helped that Kim Gyuvin simply wanted to dream about his practice later, how Y/N was going to be there with their clipboard, telling him to hurry up with the prettiest smile on their face.
And so Gyuvin fell asleep, head buried in his arms and a small smile on his face.
Gyuvin did not wake up with that same smile on his face, instead, he woke up with blurry vision and a distorted look on reality, confusion laced in his eyebrows. He knew he was in class, but it was too quiet. Was he still dreaming? Because he could swear that the class was empty save for him and Y/N in front of him. Wait why are they there, Gyuvin thought to himself, no way I'm still dreaming.
"Hey sleepyhead, it's 3 o'clock!" Y/N smiled, tapping Gyuvin's cheek with their pen. Oh Gyuvin thought he'd pass out, again. The afternoon sun shined prettily on their face, their smile sending the already out of it Gyuvin further into a trance.
"Hmm? So?"
"Meeting? Don't tell me you forgot, is that why you fell asleep? Jungwon told me to come get you from class, I didn't think you'd actually be sleeping!"
Oh, was all in Gyuvin's head right now. He was awake, fully awake, and finally registered that Y/N's face was right in front of his. The boy jolted up, in result bumping his head with the pretty person in front of him. "I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed, frantically waving his hands around as he rubbed his head.
Y/N laughed, rubbing their forehead in suit (Gyuvin was so going to scream in his pillow when he got home). "It's okay, don't worry, let's just go? So we aren't late for practice either!"
"Okay, got it, let's go."
SYNOPSIS As one of the student managers of the boys volleyball team, it is your job to make sure that all the members are able to balance sports and studies well! It's not your fault that one of the star players has slacking grades due to sleeping in class, but oh boy does coach say it's you who has to make sure he doesn't get kicked off the team!
› CHEN AMONSAK ( MON ) is a THAI trainee. he has been under BB ENTERTAINMENT for five months : he’s not new to the trainee life, having trained under SM ENT. for two years before taking his leave.
1998 . 05 . 02 / G GROUP / ★ ★ ★ ★
› KWAK MINSU is a KOREAN trainee. he has been training with BB ENTERTAINMENT for a year and two months. with debut far from the tip of his fingers, he’s decided to join BOYS PLANET and simply — well, try his best.
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