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Member of @eighteez-net
You help your best friends brother get out of a date
Genre: Romance/Fake Dating/Duel POV
Word Count: 997
Warnings: 18+ Smut, Fingering, (Oral/Cun.), Kissing, Swearing, Orgasm
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Final
Author's Note: This is my first proper attempt at writing smut. I generally stay away from writing smut unless it makes sense to the story development and if the word count has room for it lol
I hope the very tiny scene in here was worth the wait and fun to read.
“Whatever you want to talk about, I’ll hear it in person.”
That’s how we got here.
We sat across from each other in the private room of a restaurant. I watched him looking over the menu carefully.
“Pick anything you want. It’s on me,” I told him.
“I thought I was responsible for food purchases?”
“Not today.”
I smiled at him. Today, he wouldn’t have to take care of anything. I knew what was going to happen. I already knew. The best I could right now was at least…
“A reliable source has told me you might be a bit of a foodie.”
“Jia.”
“Correct. Apparently this restaurant is known for its crazy good seafood. So take a look. See what you like…”
I couldn’t stop talking. I felt the need to fill the silence or else the inevitable would happen. I kept talking about the food. I kept asking him what he thought. I kept bringing up the dessert menu, saying how good it looked but to keep his stomach open because I had another surprise in store.
I took him to a dessert cafe next. It was pink. So pink. I’m talking pink neon lights on top of metal pink walls. The aesthetic was all retro with records displayed along the walls and leather seated booths. I ordered a sundae for us to share. There was no way we’d finish it alone, but, with the way he eyed the dessert, it looked like he was willing to take on that challenge.
He was like a kid experiencing everything for the first time.
I was going to miss that.
We walked out of the cafe together but I couldn’t feel him next to me.
“Y/N.”
I looked behind me to see him standing there.
“I need to talk to you.”
“One more stop,” I told him, holding up my finger, “one more stop and… I’ll hear what you have to say.”
Bright lights. Large crowd. Bricks upon colourful bricks. I had to really hold back my laugh when I saw how wide his mouth hung open.
“I’m guessing you’ve never been to a Lego convention?” I asked.
“I’ve always seen ads but…”
“You never had someone to go with?”
He looked at me.
“No…”
“You’re welcome, then,” I smiled up at him, “go nuts. I’ll take your pictures.”
It was too funny. For a man looking like he walks the runway, he could do nothing but stand still and upright. I told him to do a pose and he hesitated before bringing up the peace sign. He frowned when I laughed but I assured him it wasn’t him I was laughing at.
I had to keep laughing, or else…
He browsed the collection of sets being sold. I told him I’d be his sugar mama. He looked absolutely disgusted by my comment and brushed past me to pay for himself.
We walked out together. He carried two large bags in his hands. He placed them in the trunk of his car and told me he’d drive me home.
Neither one of us could look at the other during the ride. I knew there was no extending our time now. There was no point filling the silence now.
“I’m glad you had fun,” I told him once we reached my apartment door.
“It was a long day,” he argued, but his voice held no malice.
“I know, but… I wanted it to be special.”
“Why?”
“Because… before you call this whole thing off, I wanted to show you I was grateful. Even though none of this was real, I still had fun with you.”
“You had fun?” He asked.
“Yes, lots. And not just because you paid me to,” I laughed softly.
I looked away from him. I knew if we lingered any longer, my throat would start to hurt.
“You really are a special guy, Seonghwa. A guy worth more than just the idea of him.”
I didn’t know what to expect in that moment, but it definitely wasn’t him pulling me towards him. It definitely wasn’t him crashing his lips onto mine. It definitely wasn’t him slipping his tongue inside to taste mine.
“Open the door.”
He said it quietly and I didn’t think twice. One second we were outside my apartment and the next we were inside, fighting to take our clothes off.
I felt a trail of goosebumps follow where his fingers touched my skin. His mouth never left mine when he pulled my jeans off. I only pulled away to take his shirt off.
“Fuck.”
“Like what you see?”
I didn’t answer. I just pulled him back on top of me.
His mouth moved to trail kisses along my jaw, my neck, my collarbone. I felt his teeth nip at my skin.
“Stop laughing,” he told me.
“I’m ticklish,” I giggled.
What a way to be sexy. But he didn’t seem to care. He smiled at me before lowering himself to kiss down my stomach. I let out a gasp when I felt his tongue over my clit. He lapped circles along it while bringing his fingers to my walls.
Shit.
Fuck.
My mind was going blank. I let out a moan when he pushed his two fingers inside and curled them. He kept pumping them, in and out, in and out, all while giving my clit a harsh suck. I felt my back arching. My legs were starting to tense up.
“Seonghwa…” I moaned his name.
He continued his assault, moving his fingers faster and faster until I cried out his name and lost all sense of myself. He didn’t stop, not while I shook uncontrollably, not while I moaned in ecstasy. He made sure to let me ride this high until I finally gave out and sank into my bed.
His mouth was wet. I watched his tongue slip out to lick his lips.
Member of @eighteez-net
You help your best friends brother get out of a date
Genre: Romance/Fake Dating/Duel POV
Word Count: 933
Warnings: Very Minor 14+ Humour, Jongho Cameo
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Final
“Seonghwa and his daughter. How cute. Look at him buckling her in. He’s such a girl dad.”
*click*
“Go Seonghwa! Shoot! Get those balls in! I didn’t mean it like that.”
Her laughter filled the rest of the video. She always took these videos when I wasn’t paying attention and sent them over at the end of the day.
“It’s more believable. Videos give you more movement than pictures.”
I kept swiping through each video. It was just footage after footage of her laughing at me.
No.
“You’re human after all.”
“Hey boss, are we good to open up?”
I was startled by his voice. I looked behind me to see Jongho walking over.
“Everything’s ready to go. We just need the word,” he said, nodding back at the staff waiting.
“Oh… yeah…”
I turned my head back towards my phone, swiping to that dumb picture of her playing that stupid gacha machine.
“Who’s that?”
I clicked my phone shut.
“Nobody.”
“Didn’t look like 'nobody'.”
“Nobody important.”
“You don’t look at someone with that kind of face if they weren’t important,” I heard him chuckle.
I frowned at him. He took a step back, keeping his hands behind his back.
“I’m not the only one who’s noticed you checking your phone more often.”
He lowered his gaze and I looked around at the rest of my staff. They all started to quickly move about, sweeping floors and wiping counters that were already sparkling clean.
“We’re not dating, if that’s what you’re all thinking.”
Not seriously, at least.
“But you wish you were?”
“Listen–”
“Look, boss, it’s not my place but I’ve been in this spot before. Checking your phone constantly for texts, looking over her photo because you miss her, lying to yourself so you can stay close to her without the risk of rejection–”
“You did all that while on the job?”
“...not… while working for you,” he smiled sheepishly, “but what I’m trying to say, boss, is… don’t dismiss what you’re feeling. Don’t wait until it’s too late to explain yourself.”
“You know, you’ve gotten more soft since you started dating that girl,” I told him.
His eyes thinned out as he chuckled. He looked down as he smiled fondly. He looked back up at me then.
“I only hope you get to experience the same joy I do, boss. We all do.”
He walked away from me and towards the doors to open up.
“You have a lot of people rooting for you, boss,” said the bartender.
The music blasted through the speaker as bodies began to fill in the space. I unlocked my phone again to look at her photo. I opened up my instagram to see all the pictures we took together. Everything looked so performed in the beginning. When did they start to look more natural?
When did they start to look more…
“So, Oppa, mom’s been gossiping a lot with the book club aunties lately.”
Jia and I were walking around our neighbourhood. She said she had something important to discuss with me.
“I have no interest in her gossip, Jia.”
“Even if it involves you?”
I stopped in my tracks. She pulled out her phone to show me my Instagram account.
“Since when did you start to seriously date someone?” she asked.
“Who says it’s serious?”
“Please, Oppa, you never post any of your flings online. Not even in your stories.”
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
“Well, it seems to mean a lot to mom. She’s been gloating over the fact that you finally found someone,” she laughed.
“It’s not serious. I just wanted Hyori to leave me alone.”
“Shame. I was actually happy for you. More than mom. She only hopes she’s a chaebol.”
“She’s not.”
“Mom’s going to be disappointed then.”
That wasn’t a surprise to me.
“Don’t worry, though,” Jia looked at me seriously, “I promise, if it gets serious, I’ll have your back if mom disapproves.”
I raised my brow at her.
“Really! To be honest, Oppa… I kinda miss how we used to be, when we were younger,” she looked away from me then and started to kick at the ground, “ I know I used to annoy you back then too, but I feel like you loved me more when we were kids. I’m not sure what happened along the way, but… I haven’t seen you start to relax in a long time. Like, you haven’t agreed to hang out with me like this in a long time. It’s nice. I mean, when we were little, you used to carry me on your back so I wouldn’t have to walk. So, I guess it could be even nicer.”
She laughed to herself. I felt a laugh come out of my throat as well.
“I know… I have Yuna and Y/N, and I’d never want to lose them, but… I don’t want to lose my Oppa either.”
“Jia can never know.”
I forgot how important that rule was.
“If this girl is making you a better Oppa again, I will support you.”
I moved myself over to crouch in front of her. I pulled her by her legs and she stumbled onto my back. I heard her laughing again when I stood up, holding her legs firmly.
Genre: Angst/Ex-Lovers/Idol Life
Warnings: Depression, Negative Self Talk, Breakup, Band Breakup
Words/Pictures: 3.1k+
Member of @eighteez-net
You leave everything and everyone you love to hide away for three years.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Final
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Author's Note: this chapter is influenced partly by my own experience with low mental health and therapy. In no way is this to minimize or simplify anything. This is only for fiction. I know things don't necessarily get better for everyone right away or that fast. But again, this is just fiction.
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The Hiatus
Y/N had never seen Sooyoung so angry before in her life. She was yelling at the manager, swearing, moving her hands around so much as she vented out her anger.
“Collapsed you fucking idiot! She collapsed and you have the audacity to worry about the tour?!”
“I’m sorry. A lot was planned—”
“I don’t give a fuck! I don’t want to hear about anything right now. My friends in the fucking hospital. Y/N is in the fucking hospital!”
Sooyoung was very protective of her members. They often felt super lucky to have someone like her for their leader. But Y/N never knew just how much she cared for her. Even now, as she sat on the hospital bed, Y/N couldn’t believe it.
“Y/N needs a break.”
“A break?”
“Yes! I can’t believe you’re even questioning this.”
“I’m not! I'm just not sure the CEO will be on board.”
“Either Y/N gets her break or none of us agree to this tour. And I promise, we won’t be agreeing to this.”
“Sooyoung, I’m not sure you understand how this works.”
She begged our manager to understand. He did. But he also knew how the industry worked. He promised to work it out. Y/N looked down at her phone. San had said he was on his way to see her. She wasn’t so sure it was a good idea anymore. But when San finally arrived, dressed in his hoodie and mask, Sooyoung seemed to quiet down. She left as soon as he entered the room.
Sooyoung had always felt a bit uncomfortable around him. She didn’t hate San. She liked him. From the little she knew of him, she thought he seemed like a decent man. She was happy for Y/N. At least she had somebody who kept her happy during the hard times.
Something Sooyoung didn’t think she could do.
She didn’t hate San.
She just wished she could make Y/N happy too.
The CEO agreed to postponing the tour and sending Y/N into a hiatus. At least he had the common decency to treat his idols like human beings. If not that, he had the common sense to know that LYRA wouldn’t be able to tour without Y/N and she couldn’t tour if she wasn’t healthy enough to. Fans wouldn’t want to hear that the CEO went against what was best for her either. The CEO told them not to worry. Y/N’s health was of the utmost importance.
It didn’t take long for a statement to be released as well.
Y/N, Nova of LYRA, will be going on a hiatus until further notice to focus on her health and wellbeing. We appreciate your understanding and ongoing support as she works on coming back even stronger for her fans. For now, please support the girls as four for all upcoming events.
Sooyoung was happy to see her friend getting the break she deserved. She hadn’t been herself since the dating rumours with M/I started to spread. Even when things seemed to have been handled and quieted down, she couldn’t help but notice Y/N continuing her spiraling behaviour.
She kept nitpicking small things about herself.
“I think my face can be smaller.”
“My legs are too thick.”
“I don’t like my smile.”
“Unnie’s are prettier, I should stand in the back.”
“I’m not really interesting. Take Yubin for the interview instead.”
The negative self talk would continue. Sooyoung criticized herself for it. She should’ve tried harder to stop Y/N from speaking like that, thinking like that, acting like that. If she had done better, maybe it wouldn’t have resulted in a hospital visit. If Sooyoung had done better, maybe it wouldn’t have resulted in a hiatus.
If Sooyoung was a better leader, maybe it wouldn’t have spilled into Y/N’s relationship with San.
“What happened?” Sooyoung asked.
Y/N had come back to the dorm one night and looked like she had cried out every last bit of energy left in her.
“I yelled at him,” she told Sooyung, “I yelled at San. He was just talking to me, joking around like he does, and I just snapped at him. I got offended for no reason. I said the most horrible things I could think of. I don’t know what’s wrong with me! It’s like I took a back seat and let some monster handle the wheel.”
Then she said something that scared Sooyoung.
“Unnie, I’m just so tired. I’m tired all the time.”
Sooyoung hugged her. She held onto Y/N as she cried. She was terrified of those words. She was afraid if she let go of Y/N now, she would lose her for good.
She kept a close eye on her. Y/N was supposed to be resting, getting help, but whatever the company suggested she would just oppose. Sooyoung grew frustrated, not with Y/N but everything inside Y/N’s head.
Maybe San would help. If Sooyoung reached out to San and begged him to help, to get Y/N to listen, maybe she would’ve gone to therapy sooner. But Sooyoung didn’t know how. She didn’t know how to reach out to someone she never spoke to. Part of her felt like it was wrong to go behind Y/N’s back like this. Part of her believed that if Y/N really wanted San to know, she’d tell him herself. This wasn’t Sooyoung’s pain to share.
She regretted not reaching out sooner.
Had she reached out to San, he could’ve talked some sense into her. He would’ve seen the breakup coming and talked her out of it. He could’ve helped prevent Y/N’s decision to leave the group, something that shocked all of them but none more than Sooyoung.
“I can’t do anything right.”
“I’m just angry all the time.”
“People are right. I’m bringing you all down.”
“It’s better I leave, for all of you.”
“Thank you for the years we spent together.”
Y/N, formerly known as Nova of LYRA, has decided to depart from the group. This was a decision that took careful consideration on Y/N’s part. We ask fans to understand Y/N’s decision and support the girls as four moving forward. We wish Y/N nothing but the best, as her former members do. Please respect their privacy on this matter.
‘It was a decision that took careful consideration on Y/N’s part’? Since when did she think it was okay to make such a big decision and not tell the girls about it? Why did she think she could just pack her stuff and leave? What made her think she couldn’t consult them on this?
Kai was angry. Yubin cried. Eunji didn’t want to accept this.
Sooyoung couldn’t believe Y/N didn’t speak to her about this.
First San, now them. Was she trying to leave everyone behind?
Sooyoung tried calling her number but Y/N wouldn’t pick up. It would go straight to an automated message saying the number was no longer available. Kai kicked a chair in the kitchen. She couldn’t get through to her either. Sooyoung called her family next, her mom said she hadn’t heard from her in a while. The anxiety increased.
Where would she have gone? What would she do if Sooyoung couldn’t find her? The girls left their dorm. Four girls, four different directions. They checked every place they knew she liked to go, every place they thought made sense to find her.
It was just luck. Pure luck.
Sooyoung thought she found her at the Han River.
There was a girl sitting by herself, watching the water. She wore a mask and a hat, but Sooyoung didn’t need to see her face. She walked closer, catching her breath with each step. She stepped closer and closer until her friend looked behind her to see Sooyoung standing there.
“Y/N…”
“Unnie…”
Sooyoung fell to her knees and pulled Y/N into a hug. She cried. Y/N cried. The others were called and showed up as fast as they could to scold her. Kai cursed her out while she cried. Eunji begged her to come back, crying about how selfish it was of Y/N to leave the way she did. Yubin just sobbed while holding on to her.
The five of them stayed together that night. Y/N had checked into a hotel for the night. Her family was called to grab her stuff. Sooyoung made sure she went home with them too. Tonight wasn’t the night to yell at her.
The following day was.
They let her have it. Her family left to wait outside while the girls argued. She was hurt. They were all hurt. Why did she leave without speaking to them? Why did she think that was okay to do?
“I knew if I spoke to you girls, you’d try to get me to stay. I knew that. But staying just made me feel more guilty about the hate. I didn’t want you girls to suffer any hate because of me. I couldn’t handle that anymore. I wanted to stay, I really did. But I couldn’t if I knew it would just cause more problems.”
“You’re an idiot,” said Kai, “did you think we wouldn’t understand you? You should’ve at least spoken to us about this so we would’ve been prepared instead of having to learn through some article! What was the deal with blocking all of us too?”
“Kai, lower your voice,” said Sooyoung.
“How can you be so calm about this, Unnie?”
“I’m not,” she warned and then looked at Y/N, “Y/N, she’s right. We might not have been able to convince you to stay, but speaking to us would’ve been enough. We could’ve tried to work it out and been okay with failing, but at least we heard it from you. Your family would’ve been aware too. At least, that way we wouldn’t have been scared out of our minds about what might’ve happened to you… if we didn’t find you in time.”
Y/N lowered her head. She apologized sincerely. She never thought about her actions to that extent. She apologized to each of them and cried again. Yubin forgave her. Kai said she’d only forgive her once she unblocked them, to which Y/N did shortly after.
Sooyoung was firm about Y/N getting help. She needed it. There would be no room to argue this anymore. The girls just weren’t going to allow it. Staying with her family had been one good step. Letting the girls stay was another. Now she had to get professional help.
Y/N reluctantly agreed.
It wasn’t easy work.
Y/N hated the therapy sessions at first. She didn’t think they helped at all. She would come home and complain to her mom about feeling like she wasn’t really being understood or that the doctor seemed fake. Sooyoung would call in to check on her every night and asked her to follow through. The truth was that Y/N was afraid of confronting her feelings, but when she finally started to open up, she was able to begin the work towards healing.
She didn’t improve right away. Sooyoung noticed that Y/N was still angry at times. She would fall backwards and spiral again, but she was glad her family was around whenever the girls couldn’t be. Over time, about a year later, Y/N was starting to genuinely feel happy again. She was returning to the self that Sooyoung knew except she seemed wiser now.
It was the same with LYRA comebacks. At first, it hurt all five of them to continue as four. But the pain was easier to manage as time moved forward. The girls ended up touring just before their eighth debut anniversary. The girls never announced it to their fans, but Y/N was there for all the Korean shows. She just stayed hidden.
She was getting better. That’s what mattered to Sooyoung.
There was still one thing that bothered her.
“I was surprised you broke up with him, by the way.”
Y/N looked at Sooyoung as she spoke. The girls had gathered at Eunji’s new place to celebrate this big adult purchase. After their big meal, Y/N and Sooyoung volunteered to clean up the kitchen. That’s when Sooyoung brought him up.
“I’m talking about San.”
“I know.”
“I thought you two were going to last through everything.”
Y/N laughed when Sooyoung said that but it didn’t sound genuine.
“I thought maybe you haven’t dated again because no guy could ever amount to him, but… I’ve never heard you speak of him since.”
“We only dated for a year.”
“Almost two,” Sooyoung corrected her, “but you know what I’m talking about. Do you ever regret breaking up with him?”
Y/N thought about it while cleaning.
“No.”
“No?”
“No.”
“Seriously?”
Y/N nodded her head.
“I wasn’t kind to him in our later days, Unnie… I did nothing but hurt him. He didn’t deserve someone who could only erase the smile off his face… someone who only brought him down because of her own issues. It was better for him that I left. It was better. He’ll be better without me. He’ll go further. That’s what I want for him anyway. I hope he’s happy–he must be. He has to be happier and I promised myself I would make sure to never see him again to protect that happiness.”
Sooyoung left the broom aside to go hug her. Y/N’s voice shook as she spoke.
“I loved him, Unnie.”
“I know.”
“I really did.”
“I know.”
Sooyoung learned two things. Y/N had loved San just as much as she loved the girls. Not more. Never more. But just as much. If they never ran to find her that night, she probably would’ve thought the same ridiculous thing about the girls too.
She wondered if San ran to find her too. She wondered if San ever thought of reaching out to one of them but felt the same insecurity Sooyoung had felt.
“She loves San more.”
“She loves the girls more.”
She hoped the same as Y/N. Whenever ATEEZ came across her screen, she watched San and hoped his smile was genuine. She hoped he moved on for both their sakes.
Three years since Y/N’s hiatus seemed to pass so quickly. The girls were nearing their tenth debut anniversary. That’s when the idea of Y/N returning to the stage was brought up. She was feeling more confident than ever. She was still speaking to her therapist regularly and doing exercises to manage her health. She was doing better.
So Sooyoung brought up the idea.
It took some convincing, but the girls all talked her into it. Her family talked her into it. Y/N felt more confident and agreed.
She signed to a new company.
She started the work for a new debut album that told her story.
She worked tirelessly for hours writing lyrics, composing music, speaking with different experts in the business to craft something she was proud of. She had no intention of her debut being big. She had no intention of even promoting it as LYRA would. She just wanted it out there.
Her pictures were posted and she waited, terrified of the reception. Sooyoung only shared the positive comments and there were a lot.
Her interview was released and the hype grew louder.
Her album dropped and the numbers skyrocketed.
She had no idea the reception was going to be that great.
She had no idea…
…she’d run into him so fast again.
“I didn’t think it through, Unnie.”
Y/N was speaking to Sooyoung on the phone one night.
“I wanted to do the ten year stage with you all, but I didn’t think I’d see him. I knew ATEEZ was going to be present. I knew that. I can’t believe I thought I could avoid seeing him though.”
Sooyoung knew who she was talking about.
San.
The same script began to play. She hoped San was okay. She hoped he moved on. She hoped he was happy now that she was gone.
But then Sooyoung caught her watching his LIVE chat one night.
“I hope the next time I’m fortunate to run into you again, you’ll be able to look at me confidently. I hope we’re able to have a conversation like we used to… and it just feels like we haven’t caught up in a while. I would tell you… that I miss you. You were a great part of my life.”
The look on Y/N’s face told her everything.
She could hope for San’s happiness all she wanted.
She could believe he was better off without her.
But she missed him too.
Sooyoung had wanted to reach out to San then too, but it seemed Y/N beat her to it.
Sooyoug received a call during a meeting and checked her phone to see a voice note from Y/N.
“Unnie, oh em gee! Unnie! I can’t believe I just did this! Remember how I told you I wrote him a letter? I’m talking about San. It was just supposed to be therapy homework but I wrote him an actual letter? I never planned to deliver it to him! I mean, at least not straight from me! I don’t know why I did it but I gave it to him! He knew it was me too! I’m such an idiot! I went to his fan sign to hand it over to him! And he somehow figured out it was me! How?! I used your name! Also… I got you a signed ATEEZ album. I’ll deliver that to you when I see you next.”
Sooyoung chuckled at the end of the message but the voice note made one thing certain. She was going to help these two idiots reunite. Whether they got back together or not was up to them. Sooyoung couldn’t control that, but she knew San deserved better than the breakup he got. He deserved some closure at least.
Y/N had to face him at some point.
So when the girls met up for drinks at Eunji’s, and Y/N passed out, Sooyoung took her phone. She used Y/N’s face to unlock the phone. She still had San’s contact.
She unblocked him, sent him her number, then deleted the text. She waited for his message, but he never texted Sooyoung.
Member of @eighteez-net
You help your best friends brother get out of a date
Genre: Romance/Fake Dating/Duel POV
Word Count: 938
Warnings: None
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Final
We stood in the middle of a crowd of people moving to line up for rides and play carnival games. I was dressed in denim overalls and a crewneck sweater. I told him to dress comfortably but he still came looking like a model fresh out of a fashion magazine. Guess some people couldn’t help how they looked. Even sweat pants made him look expensive.
“I told you. Stuff like this is what makes your photos look believable,” I told him.
I watched him sigh and pull his cap down lower.
“Let’s just get this over with,” he said.
“So eager.”
I pulled him along with me to get on some rides. We got in the line for the Swing Carousel. A pretty standard, easy ride to start off with. I told him we should sit next to each other but a little girl was quicker than I was. She grabbed the seat next to him and I was going to ask if he wanted to move, until I saw how he helped her slip into the chair. He buckled her up and smiled at her. I snapped a picture on my phone.
How cute.
I took a seat in the chair ahead of him and got ready. The ride was fun. I tried to look back towards him as we spun in the air, but he didn’t look like he was enjoying himself. His hat flew off in the middle and I laughed when he looked around for it. I could swear his tightly pulled lips were cursing at me for suggesting this in the first place. Thankfully, the ride operator had caught it and handed it back to him.
We got onto the large pirate ship ride next. He kept his hand on his hat the whole ride while his other arm desperately held onto the bar. I could see his face twist in discomfort. It was kind of funny to see but also refreshing. The hot older brother of my best friend, the one who appeared unapproachable in the eyes of many women, was just as human as anyone else.
We walked past the arcade games and food stalls. There was a small shop that sold carnival attire as well.
“Hold on, I have an idea,” I told him.
I made a purchase and returned to him with a pink head scarf in my hands.
“What’s this for?” He asked.
“Lean forward,” I told him.
He was skeptical but lowered himself for me. I wrapped the scarf over his head and tied a bow under his chin.
“Like a grandma,” I giggled.
He quickly removed the scarf.
“I was kidding! You looked good! Cute even!” I argued and grabbed the scarf again, “I meant for it to keep your hat on so you wouldn’t have to worry about it flying off.”
I pulled him back down to tie the scarf around his head again. His frowning face could not scare me anymore when he looked like this. But even now, dressed like an old lady, he still managed to catch the eyes of passing women.
“I’m genuinely surprised you’re not seeing anyone,” I told him, “with your looks, you could have anyone you wanted.”
“Are you trying to praise me?” He asked in a teasing voice.
“Yes.”
His smile fell. I didn’t think he was expecting me to be honest.
He just walked away, ahead of me. I ran a couple steps before catching up to him. I brought him to the Ferris wheel next. This time, there would be no little girl to sit next to him. It’d just be the two of us. The ride operator buckled us up and we slowly moved ahead on the wheel. It was quiet as we waited for the other passengers to be seated on the ride.
“Why are you single?” He suddenly asked me.
“Excuse me?”
“By your definition, someone like me should have no trouble finding someone. What about you?”
“Are you suggesting I’m attractive?” I tried to tease him back for earlier but he didn’t answer me.
He just looked at me with a serious expression.
“I… guess I keep running into guys who only want me for the night,” I told him, not sure why, “I’m not interested in anything that isn’t long term. Unless you’re paying me.”
I winked at him and he rolled his eyes. He looked ahead at the full view of the carnival.
“Me too,” I heard him say, “I don’t have someone, because… I haven’t met anyone who could look past the superficial things. They always get disappointed when their version of me doesn’t exist.”
He looked back at me then.
“I don’t care for something that isn’t true.”
I felt my cheeks starting to warm up. The ride started to move. His eyes didn’t leave mine right away. I looked ahead at the carnival scene, processing everything that had happened so far.
I knew he started this fake relationship to scare away that date of his, but I wondered.
When this was all done and over, would he consider holding on?
Member of @eighteez-net
You help your best friends brother get out of a date
Genre: Romance/Fake Dating/Duel POV
Word Count: 965
Warnings: Very Minor Swearing in Conversation
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Final
She looked at me like she wanted me to join her. Maybe that was just my own…
No.
We both decided this was just temporary. Just until I had enough evidence to prove to Kang Hyori that I was, in fact, uninterested and unavailable for her. The pictures we took should’ve been enough, but y/n was right about one thing.
The pictures of us at the arcade looked more natural than everything else.
I scrolled through each one. Her face was hidden in most of them, except one. She looked so angry and focused. She was trying out the gacha machines, hoping to get that dumb pink bunny she kept saying was so cute, but she kept failing. I watched her kick the machine out of frustration before giving up and moving on.
These photos were enough.
I posted them and tossed my phone aside. I was just about to head out of my bedroom when–
“Well, look at you.”
I felt my heart jump. I had just looked at her picture on my phone and she appeared out of thin air. Why was she standing in front of my door?
“The fuck are you doing here?” I asked her.
“Wow, okay. Relax, babe,” she whispered the name and giggled when I glared at her, “I’m not here to bother you. Even if I wanted to, it would be dumb of me to try anything stupid when Jia is around the corner.”
She peeked over my shoulder. I stood up taller so she couldn’t sneak a glance into my room.
“So secretive. You would think you’d show your bedroom around to your girlfriend.”
“Fake girlfriend.”
“Ah! So, I am your girlfriend.”
I knew she was teasing me. She was trying to piss me off. But dammit I hate how easy it was for her to wear out my patience.
“Is that lego?” she asked.
My eyes widened and I looked back at the displays I forgot were standing across from the door. I tried to block her view but she already squeezed past towards them.
“Hey–”
“Did you build these?”
“You can’t just walk in–”
“Who would’ve thought, a guy like you has such a dorky hobby,” she reached out to touch one.
“Don’t–”
“Wow,” she let out a laugh.
“You really are lame underneath everything.”
I know.
“I would’ve never guessed.”
“You’re such a loser.”
I know.
“That Park Seonghwa…”
“Is so boring.”
I KNOW.
“...was human afterall.”
“What?”
“Just that, you come off so intimidating to everyone. Well, you did, at least to me. I mean, Yuna still finds you a bit scary,” she laughed, “but to know you have a dorky side too? It’s cute.”
Cute?
“These are seriously cool. How long did it take to build this one?” she asked, pointing to a starship.
“A day…”
“Seriously? Like, in one sitting?” she asked and I gave a nod, “that’s impressive.”
Impressive?
She gave me a thumbs up and started looking around my collection. She would point to one and ask about it. I would give a short answer. I felt uncomfortable. She wasn’t saying anything to make me feel uncomfortable, but I felt my insides getting all mixed up. I could feel the warmth creeping up my neck. I wanted her to get out.
But… I also hated the idea of her leaving.
I was getting sick. I had to be.
“Hey! Isn’t that the pink bunny from the arcade?”
My eyes shot to my desk. She walked over and picked it up.
“Did you win this?” she asked.
I immediately walked over to grab it.
“You can’t just touch things like they’re yours,” I snapped.
“Calm down, Seongie,” she grinned when I frowned at the name, “I was just surprised you had it since I couldn’t win it.”
“It was super easy. You have to be quite pathetic to not win.”
“The machine was rigged!” she argued.
“You’re just bad at games.”
“Says the guy who lost to me in air hockey!”
“Like you didn’t lose to me in the race.”
“Wow… when did you win this anyway? I didn’t see you play the machine when we were there.”
“I got it when you were busy in the bathroom.”
“Seriously? I wasn’t even gone that long. How could you win it so fast? Well, should I even be surprised you wanted it too?”
She gestured to the rest of my room.
“I didn’t,” I threw the bunny back at her and she caught it, “I don’t know why you were so determined to win something so ugly.”
“He’s not ugly! He’s the cutest thing to ever exist!”
“It’s dumb.”
“No he isn’t! Why would you go back to win him if you don’t even think he’s cute?”
“To rub it in your face, which I did. I have no reason to keep it.”
“Wow, if that’s the reason, then I don’t want him.”
“Fine, I’ll throw it in the trash then.”
She hugged the bunny close to her chest and I smirked.
“You’re so evil.”
“Y/N!”
We both heard Jia making her way over. She quickly rushed out of my bedroom. She looked back once, just for a second, before I closed the door.
“What are you still doing in the hallway?” I heard Jia, “don’t tell me you’re hoping to get a look at Oppa.”
“What?” I heard her laugh.
“Ugh, please y/n, my Oppa is not as cool as you think he is.”
“I don’t know, Jia. I think your Oppa might surprise you.”
“Please don’t,” Jia whined.
I could picture Jia’s disgusted face. My lips itched to smile. That itch left quickly when I heard her voice.
I apologize to Runaway readers. I was notified by my friend that the most recent post has a lot a mistakes with the text posts. So I came back online to fix it and link up posts.
I didn't expect to come back to this though... wow
Thank you for the support. I'll still be offline and more is queued up to keep my blog busy. I just want to continue my mental health break for a while longer
Genre: Angst/Ex-Lovers/Idol Life
Warnings: None
Words/Pictures: 11 Screenshots
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You leave everything and everyone you love to hide away for three years.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was previously queued to post and it had a lot of mistakes I didn't realize until my friend pointed it out. I apologize to those who read it and found it hard to follow. Should be all fixed up now.
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Member of @eighteez-net
You help your best friends brother get out of a date
Genre: Romance/Fake Dating/Duel POV
Word Count: 940
Warnings: Very Minor Swearing
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Final
Park Seonghwa had caught my eye the second I saw him come to pick up Jia from school. I’ve always been vocal about how hot he was but Jia made it clear he was off limits.
In all fairness, though, he came up to me.
And he offered money.
So this was just a job.
Strictly a job.
The first couple times we met up were quite short. He followed through with his end of the bargain. I picked the location, he paid for my food, we took a few convincing pictures—nothing to show my face but enough to ‘prove’ he was on a date—then he’d pay for everything and wire me some money before leaving.
To be honest, I knew this wasn’t a real relationship but I started to feel a bit cheap. This started to feel no different than the previous dates I was going on, except those guys at least had some interest in me.
That’s why I decided to change up the rules.
“You owe me one hour.”
“Excuse me?”
We met up at the entrance of an adult arcade. The sun had already set. The streets were full of night goers. I stood with my arms crossed looking up at him. He had the face of someone who couldn’t believe what was being asked of him.
“How do I owe you time?” He asked, checking his watch, “you said eight. It’s seven fifty-five.
“New rule.”
“New rule?” he let out an exasperated breath.
“I want to actually have some fun.”
“I’m not stopping you.”
“With you.”
“What?”
“I want to have some fun with you, for at least an hour, instead of just coming out all the way for a few pictures and leaving.”
“I’m not paying you for a night out.”
I scoffed. He really was being a tool.
“Then I’m not helping you,” I threatened.
“No problem. I could ask someone else.”
“Oh come on!” I whined and grabbed his hand with both of mine, “it’s just one hour. And we’re at an arcade! It’ll be fun! Besides, how many pictures of restaurants can you take? This feels more natural. You’re actually doing something with your girlfriend that doesn’t include food. It’s more believable.”
He seemed to think on it before letting out a sigh. He pulled his hand away from mine and ran it through his hair.
“One hour,” he said.
“One hour,” I smiled.
“And it started two minutes ago.”
My smile faded.
“Whatever, just get inside and win me some prizes.”
He begrudgingly stepped inside the neon lit arcade and paid for two wristbands. I watched him put his one on and then try to hand me mine. Instead, I reached out my hand for him to place mine on. When he refused, I simply stated I could just go home. He pulled my hand towards him and tied the wristband without breaking eye contact with me.
Damn…
Ticked off Seonghwa was… not good for me.
I played a couple games on my own while he watched. He said he would snap a couple shots of me instead of joining.
“You don’t need to tell me you suck,” I teased him.
He stood in front of me then, blocking my way. I could smell his cologne.
“Pick a game.”
I brought us to a racing game. We took our seats next to one another and grabbed our steering wheels. I was pretty sure I was going to win, up until he sped past me and let out a laugh.
A genuine laugh.
I was distracted just for a moment and hit a wall. There was no way he would’ve won otherwise.
“You cheated,” I told him.
“Don’t be a sore loser.”
“Air hockey! Let’s go!”
I dragged him away. We each grabbed our pushers and scanned our wristbands. A disk shot out and competitive me came out in full force.
I scored a point and cheered.
I scored another point and stuck my tongue out.
I scored another and spun around once before gesturing an ‘L’ over my forehead at him. He rolled up his sleeves and fired back.
One point. He got one point and rubbed it in my face. I gave him the middle finger but he laughed it off.
I laughed too.
At some point it felt like we stopped caring about who won and just kept playing.
I cheered for him when he played the hoops. He was so close to beating the high score but ran out of time. I tried a gacha machine and failed to win a prize multiple times before kicking the machine for being rigged. He pulled me away before I could cause a scene. We each took a turn at the boxing punch machine too. He told me to let my frustrations out here. But when I barely got a hit, I watched him grab his stomach and cover his mouth.
I don’t know how we lost track of time. I felt my stomach growl and that’s when I realized it was near ten thirty.
“I think we can end it here,” I told him, “I’m sure we both got more than enough pictures of each other too.”
“Yeah.”
We were quiet for a second.
“Besides, I’m kinda hungry anyway. Could use a bite to eat.”
He seemed to contemplate. I got hopeful.
“Alright. Thanks for this. I’ll wire you the money.”
We finally got somewhere secluded where we could hear one another properly.
“Just stay with me until she leaves,” I told her.
We both looked over to the bar to see Hyori still fuming. Kang Hyori, the woman I had been seeing for the past couple weeks. It was fun in the beginning until she got too clingy.
“Why would I do that?” she asked me, crossing her arms, “I came here to have a fun night out, not help a player drop a girl he’s no longer interested in.”
“Player? You think ‘cause I made out with you to get away from a crazy ex, that makes me a player?”
“Does it not?” she tilted her head, “doesn’t your family own this club anyway? You could just ask security to get rid of her.”
“Didn’t think I needed security when you were so eager to lock lips.”
I watched her face get pink and I smirked. I was aware of the comments she made of me. Jia had her friends over so often. It was hard not to hear their loud gossip, especially anything revolving around men.
I looked back at the bar and couldn’t see Hyori anymore.
“She left, so we’re good. You can go back to your lonely night,” I told her and started walking away.
“Lonely night?! What makes you think I’m lonely? Are you just projecting because you have no friends of your own?”
“What?”
“Looks like I struck a nerve there,” she smiled like she won something here, “I’ve never seen you with anyone outside of a desperate woman. Even those go away every month.”
“Are you interested in me? Keeping tabs and all?”
Her face went a shade darker. It was my turn to smile.
“I don’t have to. I’m friends with your sister after all.”
I had to have a conversation with Jia about keeping my business out of her social circle.
“I don’t have time for this,” I sighed.
“Neither do I.”
We both separated. I watched her go back to the bar on her own. She had no trouble picking up guys to keep her company. I wondered if she truly found joy in all that.
“Even those go away every month.”
I genuinely didn’t understand finding joy in loose companionship.
The texts wouldn’t stop. I never had this problem before. Normally when I cut ties with a woman, they never came back. But this one was relentless. I couldn’t exactly have her removed from my life that easily either. She was the daughter of a business partner. If I did anything to personally piss her off, I would never hear the end of it from my parents. I had to figure out a way to tell her to back off but she didn’t take no for an answer.
I don’t understandYour mother was the one who set us up – Kang Hyori 11:12pm
She does that – Me 11:13pm
Just give us a chance – Kang Hyori 11:13pm
Listen, I already have a girlfriend – Me 11:15pm
Who? That girl from the bar?
You expect me to believe that?
I’m not an idiot
Why would your mother try to set you up if you were taken?
She’s not even your style either – Kang Hyori 11:16pm
I guess she wasn’t entirely wrong about the last part.
My personal life is my business
Also, don’t ever disrespect my girlfriend – Me 11:18pm
Liar – Kang Hyori 11:18pm
I clicked the screen to a close and tossed my phone aside. I rubbed my face and sighed. That’s all I had to say, just pretend I had a girlfriend. It was an easy lie.
I never thought it would lead to this. Me. Her. Sitting across from one another at a cafe. She looked at me with suspicion. I couldn’t blame her. I’ve never been nice to her. But, to be fair, she’s never given me a reason to want her company until now.
I watched her read the texts.
“So… what I’m getting is that she won’t leave you alone unless you’re already seeing someone else?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“I don’t understand why you called me out then.”
She looked at me with that annoying tilt of her head. She picked up her plastic cup, shook the contents of her iced coffee before placing the straw in her mouth.
“Seems my mother found out about my ‘girlfriend’,” I told her, “Hyori told her. Now my mother is curious about someone that doesn’t exist. She insists on knowing about a woman who’s never been seen with me anywhere, in public or online.”
“Okay…?”
“I… have a job for you.”
“A job?”
“Just accompany me for a few dates. Take a few convincing pictures with me.”
“What?”
“Only for a short time. Enough to convince Kang Hyori to leave me alone. I’ll stage a breakup after my mother lets the idea of her out of her head.”
“Wait–”
“I’ll pay you well.”
She seemed to think about it. I knew this wasn’t going to go as planned. I just thought with how often I overheard her talking about me to Jia—
“Okay!”
“What?” I was thrown off.
“You’re desperate for my help.”
“I’m not desperate—“
“So much that you’re willing to pay me,” she said, shutting me up, “and you’re lucky I’ll do almost anything for a good payout. But there’s gonna be some ground rules.”
I sighed.
“You gotta act like you’re completely enamoured by me.”
“Not possible.”
“Well, learn to act like it otherwise you’ll never fool that psycho. You’re required to feed me every time we meet for these photo ops. And…”
I waited for the last rule.
“Jia can’t know.”
I raised my brow when she said this.
“I know this is all fake, but Jia made it clear that her brother is off limits to friends in any way. So,” she placed her index finger to her mouth.
“Understood.”
“Cool! I’m on board. We can discuss pay later.”
I felt tired already. Park Jia… your friend is something else.
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