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↳ happy dancing butterfly 🦋 HOPE ON THE STREET [2024]

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Sweet Silence

Summary: Dabin makes a bet with his friends without thinking about the consequences and gets into trouble.

Or boys will be boys, Ugh.

Bet!AU | M.List | Word Count: 1.6k

DPR Live x Reader: Angst, fluff, miscommunication, your friends with other khh artists. drama. arguments, men are dumb!

A/N sorry, it's on the shorter side but please enjoy!

How it started;

"If you accept this bet, y/n might not speak to you ever again."

Dabin rolled his eyes.

"He knew you better than anyone, and he believed that you wouldn't break up with him over a bet. Especially since he would explain everything in detail once the bet was over and he had won, proving those guys wrong.

“Okay, you have three days to complete this whole game, so that means no sleeping and no texting your girlfriend,” Ian smirked as he explained the rules to Dabin. “We’ll come into your flat to make sure you’re fed and hydrated, so you don’t die.”

Your boyfriend had a smile on his face, feeling thrilled at the idea of proving his friends wrong and winning the bet. However, he got too caught up in the excitement and forgot to inform you beforehand that he would be gone for three days while the dare was taking place.

“Bring it on, guys!”

He didn’t think that the outcome, in the end, would be so… terrifying. 

How it went; 

“You know what’s weird?” you said as you grabbed a drink out of your fridge. “I haven’t heard from Dabin since last night.” 

Hoody sat comfortably on the floor, intently flipping through the pages of a fashion magazine. Meanwhile, Sohee carefully painted her nails with a deep and rich shade of red.

“He’s probably just hanging out with the guys,” one of them answered. 

The other simply hummed in agreement. 

"Oh, that's a nice colour," you complimented Sohee before sitting next to her on the couch, being careful not to disturb her. "You're probably right, but, weirdly, he's taking so long to text me." 

Hoody closed her magazine over, before grabbing her drink off the coffee table, “you know what you need?” She suggested after taking a sip. “A girls night with us! We can invite Lee Hi and DeVita too.” 

You let out a sigh, the idea did sound like fun. It had been a while since you all hung out together and had a good time. Besides, maybe Dabin needed a break with his friends, just like you needed one with yours.

“Okay,” you agreed. “Let’s do it, but we’re staying in.”

Sohee laughed as she closed the nail polish bottle, “we wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The evening was a relaxing and enjoyable one, filled with laughter, good company, and indulgences like wine, face masks, and friendly chatter about relationships. We rearranged the furniture to create a cosy space on the floor, where we could lounge on blankets and pillows and fully unwind.

The thought of your boyfriend not messaging you all day, even after you texted him to ask how he was, was unsettling. It was unlike him to go this long without responding, even when he was with his friends. It just didn't make sense to you.

Was he mad at you? Did you do something wrong? 

A sigh escaped your lips as you finished your drink. Hoody was the only one who stayed after everyone went home. It had been a lovely night, full of laughter and endless fun, but now you were getting annoyed.

You sent another text.

An hour later, still no response.

It was almost 3 am and Hoody was sitting on the couch, scrolling through channels, hoping to find something interesting to watch on TV. As time passed, you seemed to become more and more irritated, letting out a sigh which Hoody took as a sign to turn off the TV and encourage you to go to bed.

While watching Hoody remove her makeup, you asked, "Do you think he's breaking up with me?" as you sat on the edge of the bathtub.

“That boy is completely in love with you,” she scolded, looking at you through the mirror. “Don’t be stupid.”

You laughed at the scowl on her face, “Sorry, it’s just unlike him, you know?”

She nodded. “If he doesn’t text or call you tomorrow, you can be as angry as you want, and I’ll be just as angry with you. Deal?”

“Deal!”

->

After Dabin failed to message or call the next day, you and Hoody sulked and complained about inconsiderate men. She was just as angry as you, she’d promised she would be the night before, you were so thankful for having a friend like her. 

“How can you go two days without messaging the love of your life?” She shouted, throwing popcorn at the TV as the protagonists kissed in the rain. “I’m so pissed off right now.”

You laughed at her sudden outburst, “It’s okay, I've decided to give him the silent treatment until he apologises.”

Hoody seemed to like your idea, and let you know she was only a call away if you needed her before she left as she had work the next day. 

Now, it was just you and your thoughts. 

The day had passed by quickly, as it always did when you were hanging out with your friends. However, now you’d found yourself unsure of what to do. You couldn't even talk to Dabin, as he wasn't talking to you in the first place. Besides, you didn't want to speak to him until he apologised. 

A sigh parted your lips as you stared at the multiple messages you’d sent the night before, how annoying, you thought. 

You started typing out a message, fingers moving swiftly across the keyboard as you let your thoughts pour out, you wanted him to know how he made you feel and what you were going to do about it before muting his messages and tossing your phone to the side. 

On the other hand:

Dabin was clueless about the impact of his actions on your feelings. He was engrossed in his video games and consuming the food that his buddies had brought for him. He convinced himself that he only had to endure one more day, and then he would see you and clarify how he had won the bet.

However, the happiness he had been feeling vanished as quickly as it had come when he saw your recent message. The message read, 'I'm not sure why you're not talking to me, but I know I haven't done anything wrong to deserve this. If this is your way of breaking up with me, then so be it. But at least say something instead of going cold.'

As he tried to call you, the call went straight through to voicemail, and his heart fell through his stomach. You thought he was breaking up with you, and he was now panicking. He couldn't bear the thought of never speaking to you again, and he realised that Ian was right.

This bet was not a good idea. 

He moved quickly, leaving a mess behind as he shoved his shoes on and grabbed his keys to make his way over to your place. The bet wasn't worth winning if it meant losing you. This whole situation was stupid to begin with. 

He arrived at your apartment just before midnight, panting heavily as he knocked on the door, praying for you to answer.

When you opened the door, you appeared annoyed. Your expression grew even more irritated when you saw him standing there. He watched as you crossed your arms and visibly became smaller under your glare.

“What do you want?” You argued. 

He quickly entered the room and closed the door behind him, saying, "I'm here to apologise. It's not what you think."

You stepped back as he tried to reach out to you. "What is it then?" you asked.

“It was a stupid bet–”

"Excuse me, what?!" you interrupted, feeling angrier. 

"It was Ian's idea. He provoked me by saying that I couldn't go three days without texting you or sleeping, and I wanted to prove him wrong," he rambled. "I know it was stupid, and I'm so sorry for putting you through this."

"I can't believe this! Did you really put me through all of this emotional turmoil just for a bet?" You unfolded your arms and settled your hands on your hips, staring at your partner in disbelief. You let out a deep sigh and collapsed onto the couch, feeling defeated. "I honestly thought you were going to break up with me."

Dabin knelt in front of you, taking your hands into his. He kissed the back of each hand and gazed deeply into your eyes. "I am so sorry for what I did," he spoke in a soft tone. "But I promise you, I'm not breaking up with you. Ever! I want to marry you one day. I'm so in love with you."

He could tell you were still upset with him, but the faint smile appearing on your lips told him that the two of you were going to be okay.

“You’ve got a lot of making up to do,” you told him to which he nodded in agreement. “Also, Ian is in a lot, and I mean, a lot of trouble.” 

Dabin laughed at the mischievous grin on your face before jumping onto the couch next to you and pulling you into his arms, “god, I missed you.”

How it ended:

“So, you failed,” Ian smirked.

Dabin shrugged as you walked into the room where he and Ian were sitting, then smiled at you.

“Ian, you are in a lot of trouble,” you said, watching the smirk fall off his lips. “I’m not sure why you’re sitting there so smugly.”

Ian appeared visibly frightened as he contemplated the severity of his situation.

Let's just say your friends had a lot to say.

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A bet Club au maybe for the dpr live fic

I’ll see what I can come up with! With a happy ending?

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Written In Pages

Summary: Sometimes, it’s for the best, 

Work!AU | KHH M.List | Word count: 2.4K

Boss Christian Yu x Writer Reader - angst, old feelings, exes, new love vs old love, drama(?)

After slamming your laptop shut for the umpteenth time, you groaned in irritation and took the last sip of your wine.

Your dream job was to write articles for a magazine, specifically inspiring stories about everyday life situations. You disliked writing about new cafes and hotspots to visit in Seoul, South Korea on a hot summer day. Your boss, Christian Yu, was someone you despised.

You let out a sigh as you leaned back on your couch, feeling exhausted from working for long hours and staring at a bright screen. Despite the fatigue, you were able to enjoy the peacefulness of your apartment which was quietly enveloped by the sound of light rain tapping against the tall windows that offered a view of the brightly lit city at night. The cityscape was a sight to behold, with buildings and cars stretching out as far as the eye could see, and you found it captivating.

It felt surreal.

You struggled with the idea of writing this article for a while, but now, as it is almost 3 am, you just want to finish it and move on, without having to worry about it anymore.

You worked tirelessly on your article all night, only the clicking of your keyboard keeping you company. As the sky began to lighten just before 5 am, you finally completed your 12th and hopefully final draft. After sending it to your boss, you collapsed into your bed, exhausted.

—>

“Wow, you look like shit.”

“Shut up, Dabin,” you scowled while you pointed a pen at him, almost as if threatening to hurt him if he said another word. “I was up late working on an article.”

“Again?”

As you nodded your head, a yawn escaped your lips, but Dabin didn't seem too impressed. He was aware of your writing skills, and he knew that Ian, his best friend, also recognized your talent. Despite this, Ian never allowed you to demonstrate your best writing abilities.

It annoyed him.

“Do you want me to speak to...“

“No,” you cut him off knowing exactly what he was going to ask. It was his favourite question. “It’s fine.”

Dabin suspiciously leaned over you, face a lot closer than you were comfortable with, and stared into your eyes as if they had a different answer to the one you’d given him.

It made you laugh.

“I’m fine, don’t worry,” you genuinely smiled as you pushed his face away from yours.

The two of you discussed where to go for lunch and what you were in the mood for, which varied daily.

“Y/N, can I see you in my office?”

The sudden voice behind you caused you to drop the smile on your face. You quickly locked eyes with Dabin before shifting to see your boss standing behind you.

Ian didn't give you time to respond to his question since he was already on his way back to his office. His strides were long and swift as you hurriedly followed behind.

A sigh escaped your lips as you thought about all the terrible things he might say about the draft you sent just a few hours ago.

Christian's office exuded a sense of sophistication and elegance with its predominantly black theme. The black furniture and décor complemented the black walls, creating a sleek and modern atmosphere. The aesthetic aligned perfectly with Christian's personal style, which is characterized by his sharp black suits, crisp white shirts, and multiple decorated tattoos. Overall, the office was a reflection of Christian's impeccable taste and attention to detail.

There’s no denying that he was a handsome man. 

“Do you enjoy working here?”

His voice was firm and almost intimidating, but it was nothing that you weren't accustomed to.

“Ye—“

“Answer me honestly,” he interrupted.

An exasperated sigh escaped your lips as he once again failed to listen.

It was annoying. 

You gazed out of the window, avoiding eye contact as the rain poured heavily over the city. It was ironic that you had just written an article on what to do on a hot summer day.

“Y/N—“

"Ian," you sighed, interrupting him as he had interrupted you earlier. "I don't hate working here, and I want you to know that. I genuinely enjoy the people and the work that I do. But it feels like you never give me a fair chance to show you how good I am, or how much I love being here."

As you stood up, your eyes met Christian's dark and mysterious ones. You never really understood him, as he always kept his distance. Even when you were dating, he never let you get too close.

His eyes reminded you of the heartbreak you felt when he told you he needed to focus on work and being a boss. There was no sadness or remorse in his expression. He was emotionless.

You subconsciously took a step back as he took one towards you, both caught off guard. You were afraid of falling for him again, especially after the pain he had caused you.

“I think maybe I should find another company to write for.”

“No.”

“Ian—“

“Y/N,” his voice was stern. Cold. “I said no.”

A deep chuckle reverberated in his office. You stepped back and crossed your arms, "It's not up to you. I can do what I want."

He knew you were right, but he didn't want you to leave. He had already given you up once.

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"Will you stay if I let you write your own story?" he asked, trying to offer a bribe.

"Why?" you questioned him, catching him off guard. He had hoped that you would just say yes and leave it at that.

There was an uncomfortable silence as he stood his ground, looking at you intently, but he didn't offer an explanation.

He was being stubborn.

After a while, you looked away from him and said, "I'll stay. See you around, Mr. Yu."

Christian watched as you left his office. He let you walk away.

Again.

—>

It was another late night in the office. Ian had finally given you the green light to write your own story - something exciting, new, and inspiring. However, you were struggling to come up with an idea. You didn't have any unique experiences to discuss, except for your own heartache and the pain you had gone through, along with the emotions you had felt.

It had been more than a year since Ian had broken up with you. Now, you were in a much better place emotionally, and seeing him around the office didn't hurt as much as it did when the wound was still fresh.

Your experience of getting over a breakup could serve as a source of inspiration for many individuals out there who may be going through the same thing. You could write about how you coped with the situation and be honest in your narrative. The idea is to make your readers relate to you and feel that they are not alone in the world and that going through a breakup is a common experience that everyone faces at least once in their lifetime.

As you were lost in thought, a voice interrupted you, asking "How are you getting on?"

You glanced up to see Dabin holding a box of fried chicken and a pack of four beers. You couldn't help but smile as your stomach growled in hunger. You were grateful for your best friend's arrival.

"Thank god for you," you exclaimed, feeling much better now. "I'm starving."

The two of you were quick to get settled into the couches in the staff room; away from computers and cubicles and depressing grey walls.

"This is delicious," you moaned as you took another bite.

Dabin laughed in return, "I'm glad I can help during times like this."

Dabin was a really good friend.

"So, how's your writing coming along?" He asked.

"Fine."

Nodding his head, he asked, "what's it about?"

You took a sip of your drink before turning to face Dabin. It was obvious what he was doing.

"You can let Ian know the article's content will be revealed in my final draft, okay?"

"How did you know I was asking for him?"

You lay back on the couch, sighing as your eyes stared at the plain white ceiling. Dabin followed suit, resting his shoulder neatly against yours.

It was quiet.

There was nobody else in the building except for the two of you. Normally, nobody stayed back late. However, you enjoyed staying late because of the peaceful and quiet atmosphere. The lights would turn off automatically on a timer, leaving you with a breath-taking view of Seoul from above.

Being on the top floor definitely had its perks.

"He didn't want to end things with you, but he had no choice. He misses you," Dabin finally spoke.

You avoided eye contact and stated, "Everyone has a choice."

You were in a three-year relationship with Ian before he broke up with you. As time went on, your love for him grew stronger and you were convinced that he was the one.

But no.

On a frigid winter night, he arrived at your doorstep and broke up with you. Declaring that his work was his priority and that he wanted to become a boss his father could be proud of.

So, he married his job instead.

It was a horrible experience that left you feeling utterly shattered. A heavy weight seemed to sit on your chest, and no matter what you did, you couldn't shake off the feeling. You cried yourself to sleep that night, and dealing with the aftermath was so difficult that you had to take a month off work. Seeing him again was too much to bear after feeling so broken.

"I thought he was the one, Dabin," you expressed. "But after he broke up with me, I realized that I didn't really know him. He never let me get close to him, and he never opened up to me. I was blindly in love."

Dabin looked at you with sad eyes; it was the first time you had openly talked about your breakup.

->

Saturdays were your favourite day of the week. You could sleep in as long as your stomach allowed before getting too hungry. You didn't have anything on your to-do list. It was a day just for you to relax, unwind, and not think about anything or anyone for that matter.

However, on this particular Saturday, instead of being awakened by hunger, you were awakened by the doorbell.

You were confused as to who was turning up at your apartment this early on a Saturday. You quickly got out of bed, grabbed your slippers and dressing gown and headed to the door.

You didn't think to look through the peephole before opening the door.

"Hey."

His voice was deep.

"What are you doing here?" You blurted out before thinking.

Ian.

He ran his hand through his hair.

Then sighed. Deeply.

"Can we talk?"

You stared at him, completely gobsmacked. What the hell was he doing here?

"Ian, please go home," you declared, your voice quavering. "I don't want to talk to you right now."

He didn't allow you to close the door as he barged in and let it slam shut behind him.

"Please," he begged.

You witnessed an unusual display of emotion in his gaze, something completely foreign to you in all the time you'd known him.

This was new, and you were in shock. It was so unlike him to do this.

"There's nothing to talk about," you declared, finally breaking the silence.

Ian sighed again, except this time, he sounded annoyed, "just give me five minutes of your time. Please."

Upon not wanting to argue, you silently nodded and sat on your couch, wondering what he wanted to discuss.

"Dabin spoke to me," he began. "He told me about how I made you feel."

"Okay? And?"

"Do you hate me?"

You scoffed. Was he serious? This is what he wanted to ask you?

"No, Ian. I don't hate you," you said honestly. "But I don't like you either."

He rolled his eyes, and you smiled smugly.

"Ian, please get to the point," you stated, your annoyance palpable. He was ruining your favourite day of the week.

"If I proposed, would you have married me?" Ian asked as he sat next to you on the couch.

The shock in your eyes didn't go unnoticed.

You let out a nervous chuckle and moved away from him. He was sitting too close to you, which made you feel uneasy. It had been a year since the two of you had been this close to each other, and you didn't like it.

"Ian, we're not a good match-"

"But would you have said yes?"

As you felt your heart beating harder against your chest, you began to feel nauseous and the sensation of wanting to throw up arose.

Why was he asking you this all of a sudden?

"Y/N, would you have said-"

"Shut up!" you snapped, taking a few steps back as you stood up. "You always have to have your own way, win arguments- even need to get the last word in. God forbid anyone says anything to you."

You were pacing the room, but he was listening for once.

He was actually listening.

"We were together for three years, I loved you unconditionally and fell more in love with you every day. It wasn't until you broke up with me that I realised I'd been dating a fucking rock."

"Y/N, I'm so sorry" he apologised as he stood up.

"Save it," you sighed.

His eyes searched yours, seeking answers, searching for any sign of love.

"I would have said yes. Of course, I would've" you told him honestly. His lips curved into a smile, but faltered when you added, "but not now."

He didn't say anything except, 'sorry' before leaving, making sure to slam the door shut behind him. Except this time, he was the one who was walking away and you were the one who let him.

That night you decided to quit your job, there was no way that it was healthy for either of you to go on like this.

He didn't question it this time or stop you, he didn't even look at you. Your words had hurt him just like he'd hurt you. This wasn't what you wanted, but realistically what else could you do?

It just wasn't written in pages for you two to be together.

And maybe, that was okay.

->

A/N Pls go easy on me with this, its my first time writing since being on my long ass hiatus, but I hope you still enjoyed <3 xoxo

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omg mamas! I’m so happy to see you in my feed again 🥰🩷✨💐🌸

omg hi baby!! 🥹 how are you?? It feels so good to be back, thank you!! 💗💗

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Can i have a changmo fic where you guys meet in club but you are not easy to get but he meet you somewhere else and try it again fluffy with Angst and happy ending pls :)

ofc, I've not written for changmo in time, like!! thank you,, I'll add it to the coming soon list!!!

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For which khiphop artist are you writing for?

I’ve not got specifics, so I’m happy to write for any artist. Also happy to do any research on artists I don’t listen to or know! ☺️

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Life is shitty so yes a happy ending pls

Tell me about it 🥲

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A bet Club au maybe for the dpr live fic

I’ll see what I can come up with! With a happy ending?

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R U Going To Stay? Chapter 2 of R U Still There?

Jealous, but supportive

Summary: He said he’d changed, he said he was sorry, was the second chance worth it?

Or Now that you’d both graduated, it was time to take on the world.

Jeon Jungkook x Reader ft BTS | Post College AU

A/N a few people asked for a chapter 2 and i thought why the heck not!

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Dpr live pls with Angst and fluffy pls

Is there anything specific you would like story wise?

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Okay, so I'm curious, did you ever write a part two for r u still there cause I'd love to read it

i actually have had part 2 sat in my drafts for a very long time, who knows maybe i’ll come back when DEAN does ;)

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imagine; it’s late at night, it’s raining, but the fire is warm and it’s nice inside. namjoon is next to you, hand intertwined in yours while you both sip your hot chocolates, just then, namjoon leans closer, hot breath against your ear, setting the mood to something steamier, he whispers, “There are more than 4,500 species of crabs.”

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Skies of Blue | jjk

❦ Summary: He was captain of the football team, whereas, you were the typical quiet girl who minded her own business

Or, Jungkook is softer than one would think

❦ College!AU | word count: 6k

❦ Jeon Jungkook x Reader — Angst, Fluff, Slow burn, friends to lovers, new friendships, AU

↝ Warm sunsets mixed with cool breezes

Journeys home from college were always your favourite; the train was hardly vacant, the sunset was at its peak, and the scenery was as picturesque as always. The sun was setting behind the tall mountains, creating pinks, soft blues and golden yellows. You smiled to yourself as you gazed out the window of the train.

It was peaceful and heart-warming.

The book in your hand was a romance novel, filled with heartache and stained cheeks and love and smiles. It made you wonder what it was like to be in love, to live your life along with someone who meant the world to you.

Although you were merely a college student who studied fine art, you had a vivid imagination.

A low grunt brought you out of your daze, you were still three stops away from home, but now, someone was sitting next to you. When you raised your head to see who it was, you were met with lively, brown eyes and a genuinely friendly smile.

It was Jeon Jungkook— captain of the football team.

This was the first time you’d made eye contact with him for longer than ten seconds, not that you were counting or anything. He was handsome up close, captivating almost.

“I didn’t know you got the train!”

His voice was deep yet quiet and cheerful. It caused your heart to jump-start as if it stopped beating the moment you locked eyes… which was impossible, right?

“This is the only way to get home,” you told him. “It’s the quickest and easiest.”

He chuckled, eyes slightly disappearing as his smile simply grew.

“If I knew you travelled by train, I would’ve started using it earlier.”

You weren’t sure what he meant by that; Jungkook was someone who stuck with his small group of friends— he didn’t even spare his football team a second glance— so why would he want to talk to you?

“What are you reading?” He spoke again, eyes now on the book in your hand, “is it an action-packed drama?”

An inaudible laugh parted your lips at the excitement in his voice. You watched him lightly punch the air, presumably emphasising the word ‘action’.

“Actually… it’s a romance novel.”

Jungkook’s eyes met yours again; however, they were softer and gentler this time, and his smile was faint but still evident. You’d never seen this side of him before since he was usually very loud and full of laughs. It was a huge contrast, but you liked it.

The loud voice on the intercom announcing the next stop gained your attention. You turned to glance out of the window while shoving your book into your bag. When you stood up, bag over your shoulder, you gazed at Jungkook and smiled.

“This is me,” you said, smile shy and cheeks pink, “how many stops do you have left?”

The doors opened, and you stepped onto the platform. Jungkook was still smiling at you, hands in his pocket while standing next to the doors.

“I missed it,” he told you with a cheeky smile, “it was two stops ago.”

The doors gradually closed, your eyes wide while you watched the train slowly leave the platform. Jungkook missed his stop. He missed it so he could talk to you.

Is this what it felt like to have your heart racing for someone else?

↝ Autumn butterflies with a hint of orange 

You knew Jungkook was soft that he was gentle— you knew because you saw that side of him on the train merely two months ago. But what you didn’t expect was to see him approach strays and play with them with so much sympathy in his eyes because they had been abandoned.

The racing of your heart and the heat in your cheeks drew you out of your gaze. When Jungkook’s eyes met yours, you realised you’d been staring.

“Hi,” he said.

His voice was soft and mellow like cotton candy clouds littering the sky when the sunset.

Your palms were sweaty, mouth dry, “hey,” you said back, simply earning a smile in return.

The cat’s fur was silky and long, you don’t remember when you let Jungkook tug you down by the hem of your dress to crouch next to him, but you weren’t complaining, the autumn air was cold, yet he was warm.

You listened to the cat’s soft purrs and long meows as it requested more attention, for more love and care.

“Have you named it?”

Jungkook shook his head, “I only found her last week,” he told you, “do you want to help me think of a name?”

When your eyes met, you smiled at him, “I actually have one in mind!”

“Really? Please share,” he responded in amusement.

“Marshmallow!”

Jungkook laughed loudly, the sound melodic and contagious as it brought a smile to your lips. It wasn’t the most unique name a cat could be given, but it was the best you could think of when you saw her purr in his arms.

“It’s better than what I would have come up with,” he admitted.

You chuckled to yourself, petting the cat on its head, “you’re unusually quiet today.”

And he was; Jungkook wasn’t his usual cheery, comedic self today. You noticed in the cafeteria when his friends were being loud, and he was sitting silently watching them.

“It’s just one of those days,” he voiced, eyes meeting again.

“I have them too,” you replied in understanding.

Jungkook made you want to hold his hand or simply hold him, but you couldn’t. You didn’t know him well enough. The last time you spoke to him was on the train two months ago.

“I got my driving licence,” he spoke up, answering the silent, ‘why has he not retaken the train?’ The question lingering on your mind.

“That’s great,” you beamed, “congratulations.”

“Yeah, thank you! I won’t have to ask Hoseok for lifts anymore, which is great, but it also makes me a target.”

You laughed at his joke with him. He looked so bright and beautiful when he smiled; the situation caused the butterflies in your stomach to flurry faster.

When his phone buzzed, you realised you wouldn’t get to spend a second longer with him. Of course, you would have liked to, but he was popular and busy.

He smiled at you when your eyes met once more, and you happily smiled back. The cat who was now napping on your lap woke up and stretched its tired limbs as if it knew it was time for it to leave.

Without looking back, you watched her slowly disappear through the bushes surrounding your university building. She got the affection she wanted, and she was satisfied.

“I have last-minute football practice,” Jungkook sighed. He stood up, and you quickly followed his movement. “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He smiled at you once more before running around the corner towards the gym hall.

↝ Sweet coffee with a side of lingering feelings 

The pungent aroma of coffee made you crave a cup even more. However, you weren’t sure what you were craving. The café had many options, many fancy names, and a lot of coffee. 

You hummed to yourself while your eyes continued to scan the menu. Your mind changed every two seconds. Maybe, a caramel latte will satisfy you… but then, the pumpkin— no, the cinnamon coffee.

This was difficult. Especially since you loved coffee so much.

“I recommend the vanilla latte with a drop of cinnamon.”

You turned your head towards the voice and immediately found yourself smiling.

“You looked like you were having a hard time deciding.”

A light chuckle parted your lips while you nodded your head, “you’re not wrong,” you said, eyes darting back to the menu, “I have an unhealthy obsession with coffee.”

Jungkook’s grin widened, “I do too.”

You playfully gasped in shock, “captain of the football team drinks coffee?”

“I know, I know. Totally badass,” Jungkook joked.

You turned to look at him. The smile on his lips was faint but still genuine. He wasn’t wrong. It was pretty humorous, as well as endearing, you were learning new things about him, and it made you want to know so much more. 

“Would you like to join me?” You asked.

Jungkook eagerly nodded his head as if he’d been waiting for you to ask him. It made your heart do this tingly, fuzzy feeling thing— a feeling you couldn’t quite explain, or rather… understand.

The seating area outside was pretty. There were fairy lights strung above the tables, just under the canopy. There was a lovely aesthetic with the sun setting, spreading a golden glow from the sunlight. The coffee went satisfactorily with the cold air, and, Jungkook’s laugh mixed with excited chatter was the perfect touch.

You wanted more days like this. You wanted to see Jungkook more often and talk to him about anything and everything. It was something that lingered on your mind for hours— sometimes days— after being with him.

It was an obvious crush, but you didn’t do anything about it and instead ignored it… until you saw him again. Then your heart raced again, and you would feel all these weird emotions you’d never experienced before…

… not that you were complaining or anything.

“I feel like I can be myself around you.”

Your eyes met Jungkook’s. He was glowing under the dusky, golden light. His voice was deep, low and soft while he spoke to you.

“I feel the same,” you confessed with a small smile, “you’re easy to talk to.”

“I think that’s just the way I am. I’m very outgoing,” he said.

In disagreement, you shook your head, “it’s not just that.”

He chuckled at your reply, not entirely understanding what you meant, but he hoped and presumed it was a good thing. You weren’t someone who would lie, and he knew that because that’s how you were growing up.

Although he never spoke to you, he paid close attention. You were the quiet girl in the back of the class who read her book and ignored her surroundings— you were different.

How could he not pay attention to you?

He remembers the first day you spoke to him, his laces were untied, and you were worried he’d trip over them. He remembers you getting out of your seat— a low huff leaving your lips— and tying his laces for him. He remembers you put your book down to tell him off for not being careful.

He remembers because of the way you smiled at him, gazed at him and cared for him.

Jungkook swore he fell in love that day.

↝ Soft music mixed with heavy rain 

The walk to the record store was always one of your favourites. It was a cold and wet morning; the streets were washed with light shades of oranges and dark browns while fallen leaves littered the roads. You smiled to yourself as you admired your surroundings.

There were vinyls upon vinyl, posters covered the wall, and music played in the background. Your hands worked their way through the piles of records, album after album. You smiled at the various bands— some you’d never heard of, some your mum spoke fondly of and others you’d listened to while growing up.

It was one of those peaceful afternoons with nothing on your mind except what you would do when you got home. You contemplated what coffee you should drink and what album you should listen to when you got home. You subconsciously started humming to the song playing through the store.

“DEAN?” Someone next to you asked.

You raised your head and nodded with a broad smile, “music prodigy.”

“I’ll have to give him a listen then, won’t I?” He said while picking up an album, supposedly, for himself.

“You would be missing out if you didn’t,” you joked, “here, follow me.”

The boy with the rectangle smile followed you to the back of the store where you could listen to an album before buying it. After handing him the headphones, you placed the record on the turntable and let it play.

He moved his head to the beat as his smile grew twice the size, making you laugh. You knew he was one of Jungkook’s friends. You’d seen him annoy the oldest of the group many times.

You didn’t think you would ever talk to him, but you didn’t believe Jungkook would ever speak to you again.

“I like him,” he confirmed, taking off the headphones, “I’ll have to get the boys to listen to him too, especially Kookie.”

“Does… does he come here too?”

The boy nodded, “all the time, actually.”

You smiled in response feeling your heart rate increase at the thought of the said boy.

“That’s cool,” you said.

“Yeah… I’m Taehyung, by the way. I realised I didn’t introduce myself.”

“I’m y/n.”

Taehyung lightly patted your head after repeating your name multiple times into the quiet store. He seemed to like how it rolled off his tongue.

“Well, y/n! Thank you for your help!”

You chuckled in response and waved goodbye before making your own way home.

↝ Growing friendships collated with stress.

The library was empty apart from the two other students and you with Jimin. There was one more exam for the both of you before you could finally relax. It had been a long and exciting year, but you were more than ready for it to end.

It had been a tiring day; you’d been awake since 5:30 am due to stress not allowing you to sleep. A yawn left your lips, causing your eyes to water. Jimin smiled at you when your eyes met. He could tell you were beat and felt bad he’d dragged you to the library with him.

“Did you hear about the end of the exam party?”

Jimin was worn-out from studying, and because he knew you felt the same, he was confident you didn’t mind taking a break.

“Yeah, what about it?” You asked with a smile.

“I want you to go with me.”

You cocked an eyebrow at him, “you want me to go to a party?”

He nodded his head. There was an innocent smile on his face while he gazed into your eyes and waited for you to say yes— because any other answer was invalid.

“Okay, only if you drink with me,” you reasoned.

Jimin was a close friend, he was in your art history class, and you were the only one he spoke to. This wasn’t the first time you’d studied together. It was simply a natural occurrence after the first time— when he asked you for help on a deceased artist.

He knew a lot about you since you tended to spill all your secrets when you got drunk, and you’d been drunk more than once around him. Jimin was also the only one who knew all your secrets. Although he was someone who hung out with six other boys and didn’t spend time with you during school, he was kind of an essential person in your life.

And even if you never told him, you knew that he knew.

“It’s a deal,” he agreed, “I’ll be by your side the whole night, and we’ll drink till we get drunk.”

“Or can’t remember who we are,” you added, making him laugh.

Even though none of you voiced your emotions or feelings towards the other, you both knew there was a special friendship between you. A company only the two of you, understood and cherished.

“We’ll have fun like we always do,” he said.

Jimin wasn’t wrong.

“And… Jungkook will be there.”

Your eyes met his mischievous ones, he knew about the slight, growing crush on the younger male, and he never failed to bring him up.

“I told you to stop talking about him,” you scolded.

Jimin laughed, his bunny teeth in full view, “when have I ever listened to you?”

You sighed, “I hate you.”

↝ Alcohol ridden thoughts gardened with raw feelings. 

The party was already in full swing when you arrived with Jimin. The majority were already drunk, while others were not far off. You followed Jimin to the back of the house and into the garden. He grabbed two cans of beer from the cooler next to the door before stepping out into the chill air.

“Here,” he offered, “let’s drink till the sun comes out.”

You smiled back, opening the can and taking a mouthful, “Who will care for us if we can’t walk?”

Jimin shrugged his shoulders while slipping an arm around your shoulders, “let’s just enjoy the night, my good friend.”

You laughed out loud, gaining attention from others who simply smiled at the sight— happy to see their fellow classmate/ student happy. Jimin pulled you closer to his side with a cheesy smile on his lips and the feeling of anticipation coursing through him.

He was going to make this night the best one yet.

“Let’s go and see if we can find people we know.”

With a smile still on your lips, you nodded your head and followed him back into the house, hoping you would get to see Jeon Jungkook.

It had been a while since you saw him, the last time was at the cafe when you invited him to join you. Of course, you saw him around campus, but he was either with someone or hurrying to practice, and you were too shy to approach him.

Jimin had stopped next to a group of boys, which you hadn’t noticed until one of them reached for your hand— attempting to get your attention.

His hand was soft, soft and cold.

You briefly glanced at each boy before staring at the one holding your hand, meeting his dark eyes and his dark yet friendly eyes. Your breath caught your throat while you stared at him, studying his features up close…

… Wow.

“It’s been a while.”

Oh god, his voice and that smile.

“It’s nice to see you again.”

Jungkook’s smile grew at your response while he intertwined his fingers with yours and tightened his grip on your hand.

“Likewise,” he muttered.

Your heart was racing in your chest and beating loudly in your ears. It was going to be a long night. However, you weren’t complaining. It had been a while since you saw Jungkook, and you were going to make sure you remembered every second with him. Who knows when you’ll see him again…

“I missed you.”

His voice was deep and low, as if how he felt was a secret to the world. A secret to everyone except you because, at that moment, you were the only one who existed in his eyes.

You turned to look at him with a shy smile, eyes shining under the dim lighting. He was surreal.

“I missed you too.”

It was a whisper, not because you were shy and embarrassed your friend and his friends would hear, but because he was the only one who needed to know. However, you really wanted to share your true feelings, how he made you feel when you were with him, and how you wanted to spend more time with him and see him more often.

What would he say, though?… What would he think?

“Do you want to get away from here?” He asked, hot breath melting your skin.

You met his eyes and slowly nodded your head, bottom lip caught between your teeth. He wanted to spend time with you, of all people… you needed another drink.

Jungkook led you out of the living area and towards the front of the house— where he knew it would be empty since everyone was somewhere in the home or in the garden. Of course, he was right. He always was.

It was nice. The cold air felt good against your warm cheeks and seemed to calm your racing heart. Jungkook was warm, his body close and safe. 

You smiled.

“This is nice, isn’t it?”

He was sincere, a simple question with no strings attached.

“It is,” you agreed, squeezing his hand, “it’s better with you.”

Jungkook chuckled into the dark night. It was the first time anyone had ever said that to him. Sure, he knew people enjoyed his company because they always returned, but he’d never heard them say it.

But then again, he didn’t see you all the time.

“I like being with you, y/n.”

You shyly nudged his side, making him laugh once again, “don’t say things like that.”

Jungkook was shining brightly under the moonlight, but this was Jungkook, and he was always shining. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering on your cheek, stroking the soft skin with his thumb. His eyes were staring into yours, and you felt your cheeks burn even more.

You wondered if he would lean in and kiss you, but why would he?

“Kookie,” a girl giggled, interrupting your thoughts and time with the boy.

The first thing you noticed was that she was one of the more popular girls, she was a lot more confident than you, too, and you’d seen her with Jungkook before. It made you feel slightly insecure and angry… 

Especially when he let go of your hand to talk to her.

He immediately forgot about you.

You watched her flirt with him and laugh with her. This is not how you wanted your night to go. Taking a deep breath, you turned around and went back inside.

Jimin was sitting next to Taehyung when you found him. He smiled at you before pulling you to sit on his lap. After handing you a can of beer, he wrapped his arms around your middle and lay his chin on your shoulder before slipping into his conversation with Taehyung.

You finished your beer and set the can aside while reaching for another. Maybe Jungkook was just supposed to be a friend and nothing more.

A sad love story waiting to be published…

♡ ♡ ♡

It made you laugh because Jimin and Taehyung together were two very funny drunks. Jimin snorted when Taehyung pulled down his pants. He swore he could feel something crawling up his leg.

“I feel something!” He yelped once more.

Taehyung wasn’t wearing his pants anymore. He was lucky his oversized jumper fell to his thighs. However, things only got worse when he set the pants on his head and started strolling down the street as if it was normal.

“Is this a new fashion trend?” You snorted, making Jimin laugh.

The tall male nodded his head, making the legs of the clothing item swing back and forth. This was so stupid, but it was hilarious, and you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing until your stomach hurt.

Jimin stood in front of his friend and tied the legs of the pants around Taehyung’s neck, making him look even more ridiculous than he already did. You would have felt sorry for your neighbours if you weren’t so drunk, but you were having way too much fun to think about them or anyone else, for that matter.

“You guys are too funny!”

Jimin smiled at you before throwing an arm around your shoulder and then Taehyung’s. He led the way to his apartment while murmuring something about new friendships and happiness. And really, all you remember is feeling super pleased that you made a new friend who was just like a lousy drunk as you and Jimin.

Jimin’s apartment was more significant than yours, but it only made sense since he shared it with Taehyung. They were neat boys, just messy drunks. You laughed again.

“You can sleep on the couch, Tae. Y/n will sleep in your bed!”

“Okay, but only after a goodnight hug,” the taller male insisted, holding open his arms and waiting for you.

You smiled widely and stepped into his arms, wrapping yours around his waist. He felt safe.

↝ Hangovers mixed with mistakes 

Taehyung was snoring in your ear when you woke up, he was supposed to sleep on the couch in the living room, but he was too tired and lazy to walk that far. It made you laugh because you knew he wanted to sleep on his bed and cuddle.

It wasn’t the first time.

Jimin stepped into the room after knocking on the door with a glass of water and some painkillers. He had the same killer headache as you and Taehyung, so he was ahead of the game and caring as usual.

Which isn’t a trait you’d just learnt about him since this is something he kept letting you know.

“I hope you’re both up for going out because we have no food.”

Taehyung groaned, but you laughed.

“I’m up for going out,” you smiled, “I’m craving coffee.”

“You’re always craving coffee.”

You threw a pillow at Jimin before slipping out of bed and proceeding towards him. Taking the glass of water and pills from his hand, you thanked him with a smile. It’d been less than 24 hours, but it was nice to have good company with people like Taehyung and Jimin, and you were more than happy to have them in your life.

“I’ll meet you guys outside the dorms in 20 minutes,” you said, eyes meeting Taehyung’s briefly, “I need to shower.”

Luckily, you lived across the hall. However, Jungkook lived three doors down— which was something you’d just learnt last night while drunkenly trying to step into Jimin’s and Taehyung’s dorm room.

The memory of ignoring him when he called your name came rushing to mind when you saw him leaning against his door, talking to Namjoon. You made eye contact and felt your cheeks burn under his stare. He probably hated you.

While unlocking your door, you tried to ignore their muffled chatter and the loud laughter coming from Jimin’s dorm. You wished the floor would swallow you whole at times such as this. You glanced towards Jungkook once more before entering your room, and you swear, pinkie swears, swear on your life swear, you saw him roll his eyes at you.

He definitely hated you.

Hopefully, your coffee date with your friends will keep your mind off Jungkook. Maybe over time, you’ll simply magically forget him. As if that’s possible, he’s the football team’s captain, he’s popular, kind, friendly, he’s who everyone wanted to be and be with.

He’s way out of your league, and it took you way too long to realise.

With a deep sigh and some glue, you fixed your slightly broken heart and put on a fake smile. If this is what it was to like someone, you definitely didn’t want to know what it was like to be in love… on that note, maybe you could donate all the romance novels you’ve collected over time.

A loud knock on your door broke you out of your reverie, and muffled chatter and laughter on the other side told you it was Taehyung and Jimin, maybe Namjoon too. If you were honest, you wanted to stay home after sinking into your thoughts.

But you knew Jimin wouldn’t allow that.

You rolled your eyes when there was another knock on the door, followed by someone screaming your name. You told yourself before opening the door with a fake smile on your lips.

That smile didn’t stay on your lips for long, especially after making eye contact with Jeon Jungkook. When you make a mental note to strangle Jimin later, maybe Taehyung can help you.

“Finally,” the tall male exasperated.

You hit the back of his head, making the other two laugh— other two as in Taehyung and Namjoon because frankly, Jungkook wasn’t amused. This was going to be a long, long morning.

Unfortunately for you, the morning coffee date only got worse; you spilt your coffee on yourself. Then you didn’t have enough to buy another, so you had to sit and watch the others drink your favourite drink.

You merged into the background, eyes focused on the window as you watched people walk by, some with smiles and others looking as sad as you. It wasn’t until you felt someone tap your arm that you realised you’d completely zoned out.

“What’s wrong?”

All eyes were on you, including Jungkook’s.

For the first time, you didn’t feel your heart race… maybe the glue you used wasn’t strong enough to keep it together. It was laughable. 

Laughable because it was one-sided, and there was no way he’d ever be interested in you, yet here you were with high hopes and a broken heart, which made it laughable.

Eyes meeting Jimin’s concerned ones, you smiled, “nothing, I’m fine.”

It was a lie, and you knew everyone knew it was… but what were you supposed to say? ‘Jungkook hates me, but I might be in love with him, and my heart is broken?’ Yeah, right, you scoffed.

“Do you want me to buy you a drink? Maybe some water?”

Jungkook spoke up this time, and for the first time that morning, he didn’t have evident hate in his eyes. You wanted to cry— not because there was a chance he didn’t hate you, but because you overthought too much for your liking.

“Water would be nice,” you answered.

He smiled… he really smiled, and your eyes widened as you watched him stand up to buy your water. So, maybe he didn’t hate you, but he definitely didn’t have feelings for you.

“What’s up with you?” Jimin questioned as soon as Jungkook left.

You sighed, eyes meeting his worried ones, “I think I’m heartbroken, and there’s no glue out there strong enough to fix it.”

Taehyung and Jimin shared looks before they moved in closer, “is there anything we can do to help?” Jimin asked.

“I don’t think so.”

Taehyung lightly clicked his tongue before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and soothingly rubbing your back for comfort.

“You’re not alone, y/n.”

Jimin was right. You weren’t alone. You were stuck in a black hole and needed friends to help pull you out. Luckily, you had three.

Jungkook was confused when he returned with your water. Everyone was huddled together, muttering amidst themselves, trying their best to comfort you. His eyebrows furrowed together when he saw Taehyung lightly rub your back.

“What’s going on?” He asked.

Everyone pulled apart, eyes meeting the younger male’s as he glared at his friends.

“They were just trying to make me feel better.”

“Yeah!” Jimin added as he stood up, “there was no need for you to break her heart, man.”

Your eyes widened at Jimin’s words. Jungkook was never supposed to know that.

Jimin huffed to himself before leaving the café with Taehyung close behind. Namjoon glanced at you sympathetically before standing up.

“I think you two have a lot to talk about.”

You watched his figure leave, eyes dropping to your lap when he was out of sight. You could not make eye contact with Jungkook… not when Jimin shouted at him like that. This was all your fault.

“I think Jimin’s right,” Jungkook said, taking a seat in front of you.

“He’s never right,” you argued, making him chuckle.

Your eyes finally met his, they were as soft as they usually were, and for the first time that morning, you felt relaxed.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think Jimin would shout at you like that. The boys said they wanted to help make me feel better.”

Jungkook slowly nodded his head, trying to understand what was going on.

“I like you,” you finally said, eyes still on his, “actually. It took me a while to realise that you’re way out of my league.”

You tried to laugh it off as a joke, but Jungkook was not impressed.

“Who said you were out of my league?” He asked.

“Me. I saw you with that girl yesterday, and she was so pretty —”

“Is that what this is about? Do you think I like her?”

“Don’t you?”

He scoffed loud and annoyed, “of course not! It’s you I like!”

You opened and closed your mouth, trying to think of something to say, but when nothing came to mind, you opted to keep your mouth shut. That was the last thing you expected Jungkook to say.

It was silent for a long time— okay, for a few seconds, but it felt like a long time before Jungkook spoke up again.

“I…,” he exhaled, “it’s the end of year football game tomorrow. Will you come?”

“Of course! Yes, I would love to.”

“Good,” he sighed in relief, eyes staring out of the window, “good.”

♡ ♡ ♡

If someone asked you about football and what you knew, you would have to say nothing because you were completely clueless. Sure, boys dressed up in big gruff uniforms, running down the field, fighting for a ball was ‘entertaining,’ it was just wasn’t your thing.

Jimin was in disbelief when you told him you were coming to the game— to support the team, not just for Jungkook, but of course, you would like to see him. That would be nice— this statement was followed by nervous laughter.

Of course, your friend didn’t believe you. You were here for Jungkook and Jungkook alone.

“I hate you,” you told Hoseok.

He laughed. He laughed because he’d caught you red-handed.

“I love you too,” he added with a wink making you roll your eyes.

The game was fun to watch, sure. Maybe your eyes were only on Jungkook, but you were still watching the game, which was all that mattered, right? Wrong; according to Jimin, you were supposed to see where the ball was and who had it.

Well, you live, and you learn.

“That’s it!” Jimin shouted, startling you in the process, “we won!”

Your eyes moved towards the field where you saw a group of boys huddled together, shouting with big smiles, but that’s not the important thing. The important thing was when you made eye contact with Jungkook, and he pointed at you and then himself while mouthing the words ‘you’ and ‘me.’

It seemed like he was asking you out on a date to celebrate his win, and he very well deserved one. However, you didn’t expect him to run up the bleachers… towards you when you nodded a’ yes’ to him!

There was a broad smile on your face, eyes still focused on his, and when he got closer, you felt your heart race and ring in your ears. Was this really happening? Yes, yes, it was.

Jungkook reached for your hand and pulled you towards him, lips sealed on yours almost instantly. It would have been as romantic as it was in your books, but you had Jimin screaming in your ear and half the school cheering the two of you on.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” Jungkook asked as soon as he broke away, “I would ask you after our third date like a gentleman, but I don’t have the patience.”

You chuckled at his honesty and kissed his cheek before nodding again, “yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

“It’s about time!” You heard Jimin yell.

Another mental note: strangle Jimin with the help of Namjoon and Taehyung.

♡ ♡ ♡

It had only been two months since you became Jungkook’s girlfriend, but you still felt those jittery feelings in your stomach when you were with him, and you were confident they would never leave.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook chuckled when he saw you chewing on your bottom lip.

Your eyes met his, and you smiled gently, “I’m great!”

“Me too,” he replied, hand interlaced in yours, “, especially with you.”

Jimin visibly cringed at the overly sweet words and affections, “gross,” he muttered.

Your eyes met your friend’s, and you smiled at him, “I’m telling Jin and Yoongi.”

He gasped, “you wouldn’t!”

“But she would,” Jin said as he’d overheard the conversation, “and you better believe you’ll get an earful from me.”

“Great,” the male huffed, earning laughter from the group.

Never once did you think you would have seven amazing best friends and one hell of a fantastic boyfriend you loved dearly. And never once would you change this for anything in the world, you were happy, and to be honest, that was all that mattered.

You were living in a romance novel yourself.

[seokstrivia]

One Step Closer | dpr ian

༊·˚ Summary: The worlds come to an end, there’s chaos and dead-beat silence, but above all that, you’re one step closer to a happy ending.

or you’re looking for your brother and find Ian.

༊·˚ Post-Apocalypse!AU | khh m.list | word count: 2.2k

༊·˚ Christian Yu x Reader: angst, old feelings, apocalypse, the world ended (kinda), fluff, mutual feelings, confessions, open ending

It was raining when you decided to leave the raided supermarket, finding resources was becoming difficult when gangs were popping out of nowhere like daisies.

Selfish pricks taking everything.

You were attentive to glimpse down the street, to make sure it was clear, before making a run for it down the road and then taking a left into a garden where you hid behind a wall from an approaching vehicle.

They were a group of boys, shouting and laughing while pointing guns at the sky. This was what had become of the world, the purge in real life; forever. It wasn’t easy leaving cities when there were gangs and such at every corner, there was no escape.

You sighed, your brother got lucky. The last time you communicated with him he'd told you he was safe, and that the safe haven he found was full of good people.

That was two years ago.

Once you were sure the vehicle was gone, or the shouting had stopped, you peeked around the wall before stepping back out into the street. It was raining harder now and you were soaked through to your skin, an agitated sigh parted your lips.

The place you’d been staying in for the past two weeks, was a good four-hour journey. You wouldn’t have went back if you hadn’t left your second set of clothes or the recourses you’d collected over the past three months.

Being alone was becoming difficult.

While tightening the strap on your bag before setting on your journey back, you heard shouting and a gunshot not too far behind you. Whipping your head towards the direction of the sound, a gasp escaped your lips and you started running.

There was no way you knew where you were going, no direction in mind as you run as far away and as fast as you could. It was a failed attempt to escape, there were a group of men waiting at the end of the street for you in a vandalised jeep, laughing at you.

‘Shit,’ you muttered as you stopped.

It didn't take the two men, who were chasing you, long to catch up and grab your arms from behind you, and then haul you towards their jeep. One of them carelessly blindfolded you while another chortled deeply under his breath, obviously over the moon with their new discovery.

>

When you woke up, you were tied to a seat, presumably placed in the middle of a room, and even though you were still wet, you were somewhat warm. It still felt uncomfortable as the restraints were tied far too tight for your liking, your hair was stuck to your face and worst of all, your bag was missing.

An agitated sigh parted your lips.

The male’s you were surrounded by were all murmuring to each other before abruptly going quiet when the door opened and closed. It made you feel anxious to know who had such an impact on all of them like that.

You wondered if he was scary? Or maybe he was a psychopath? Hopefully, he was neither…

“And what’s this?”

His voice sounded somewhat familiar— something from an old memory, back when the city was thriving and you were safe with your brother.

It was weirdly... comforting.

“She was alone when he found her.”

You pursed your lips as you anticipated the next thing to happen to you. Would they kill you? Would they keep you as a cleaner or chef? Or, wait... would they eat you?

The questions that engulfed your mind were quick to leave as they came once the blindfold was removed. You made eye contact with a surprisingly really good-looking man not too much older than you, but that didn’t stop yourself from recognising him.

“Christian?” You gasped.

The male took a step back, eyebrow raised, “how do you know me?”

Of course, he wouldn’t remember you. Sure, you weren’t close friends, but you were in the same class in high school and maybe, you had a small crush on him back then.

Nevertheless, that was all a good few years ago now, so much in the world had changed since then. Even you.

“Wait,” he chuckled, moving wet strands of hair away from your face. “Y/N?”

Thankful he’d moved your hair, you still felt your heart plummet to your throat.

“You remember me?”

The shock on your face made Ian laugh as he nodded his head. The scenario happening before your eyes would have been much better if you weren’t tied to a chair, nevertheless, the concept of better scenarios and situations were long gone.

But again, you couldn’t find it in yourself to complain. He was as handsome as you remembered him to be, okay so maybe being the leader of a gang wasn’t a good thing, but it was kind of nice to see a face you once saw every day.

He could still kill you if he wanted to, can’t forget that.

“Shame we had to meet like this,” he smirked before turning to look at one of his many men. “Untie her and take her to an empty room.”

It took a mere second for the guy to follow Ian's instruction, you were out of the seat before you knew it and being led towards the door.

“Make sure you lock the door to her room.”

You turned around to look at Ian, the smirk was still on his lips except his eyes were darker than usual.

And then the door closed.

>

Three days went by, no one let you out of the room, and no one came in, but they fed you and gave you a new set of clothes. It was nice and warm, but you were curious to see what was outside your door, more so you wanted to see Ian again, talk to him— ask him for his help.

A sigh parted your lips as you lay in the middle of the bed waiting for something to happen, thinking about what was going on in the world while you were locked inside.

What if your brother needed you?

At that moment the door to your room opened to which you turned your head, and watched the very man you’d been waiting for to walk in.

He smirked, “red pants?”

You blushed, sitting up and pulling down the hem of the t-shirt at the same time, “I just wore what I was given.”

Ian hummed, head slowly nodding to your response as he approached the bed. He sat down, eyes scanning the room before looking at you, staring you down daringly.

It made you shiver.

“Tell me, y/n,” he spoke, your name slipping off his tongue was like sweet, thick honey. “Do you like it here?”

Mouth dry and heart shaking, you stared into his eyes and nodded your head, too afraid to say otherwise.

He’d changed too.

“Good, good,” he smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s safe for you here, it’s better when you’re with me.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, not sure what he meant by that, you proceeded to ask him. Hand moving forward to grab him, but at that very second, the door swung open with so much force.

“Boss, someone’s trying to steal our shit. Again!”

And just like that, he was gone. You sighed.

It was thunder storming that night.

>

The door was unlocked when you woke up the next morning, so you took it upon yourself to investigate down the long hallway, happy you didn’t need to stay locked in your room anymore.

While strolling at a leisurely pace, you came across a black door.

It was left slightly open, and even though you knew you shouldn’t, you had to, maybe it was a way out? Hence, with no hesitation, you pushed it open further and peeked inside.

There was a figure on the couch, head thrown back and eyes closed. It was Ian, he was bleeding. An inaudible gasp parted your lips and you cautiously stepped inside to see if he was okay.

However, before you could approach him you noticed a woman seated next to him, attending to his wounds. It seemed like she knew what she was doing, her hands moving swiftly before she saw you.

She looked as shocked as you were when you two made eye contact, it was as if she hadn’t seen another female in years. Ian stared at the pretty woman’s face before turning to see her staring at you.

“I—I,” you stuttered, heart falling into the pit of your stomach at the thought of getting caught. “I’m sorry, I’ll go.”

Ian tried to get up, but the bullet wound in his shoulder hadn't been treated yet and caused him a lot of pain to move. He shouted your name, asking you to come back, but you were long gone, hidden in your room, trying to figure out how to leave.

You were brought back to reality, annoyed at yourself for not finding a way to leave as soon as you'd been brought here. However, seeing a familiar face had made you feel so safe that you'd forgotten it was everyone for themselves out in the world now.

You felt so stupid. What were you thinking?

A few long hours passed by, you were sitting on your bed waiting for Ian's men to go to sleep one, by one, so you could find a way to get out of here.

As much as you liked it, and as much as you wanted to stay, you couldn't. Ian probably only took pity on you because you were an old classmate, a familiar face. Maybe that was why he'd let you stay and had not killed you yet.

More so, you needed to find your brother.

How could you forget about your brother? You asked yourself as you thought about the old feelings that came lingering back when you first made eye contact with Ian.  

A knock on the door broke you out of your reverie, leaving you startled because you thought most of the men had called it a night.

“Who is it?” You asked, quietly approaching the door.

“It’s me,” came a sigh.

You bit your bottom lip, contemplating whether or not to let him in. He knocked again, silently pleading for you to open the door, pleading for you to let him explain himself.

Finally, you gave in and opened the door.

The first thing Ian noticed were your shoes, the second thing he noticed was the jacket you were gripping onto tightly in your hands.

“You’re leaving?” He asked, stepping into the room.

You avoided eye contact, instead, staring down at your, old and worn out, but favourite pair of shoes. That was enough of an answer for him to realise he was going to have to see you walk away from him, from safety.

“Why?” He demanded to know, grabbing your chin to force you to look at him. “Why are you leaving?”

A sad chuckle parted your lips, “I can't stay here, this isn't where I belong. I should be out there looking for my brother."

He followed your finger to the window you were pointing out of before reaching for that very hand, and pulling you towards him.

“You do,” he muttered. “You do belong here, plus… It's not safe for you out there, there's more and more people dying everyday. Let me look after you, let me help you.”

“But—“

“Trust me," he pleaded, softly. "Please."

A soft chuckle left your lips, you felt shy and rather dumbfounded because who would have thought you had a chance in this broken world? You and Ian? Love?

You hadn’t thought about those feelings, or yourself for years.

It made you feel dizzy.

“So...” you grinned, changing the subject. “In high school? Did you?”

“Yeah,” he huffed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Since the day you asked me to tie your shoelaces for you.”

You snorted, playfully hitting his chest, “gross.”

Ian smiled, leading you into his arms to hold you close. He kissed your forehead before holding you tightly against his chest.

A sigh of relief for the first time in two years parted your lips.

>

“So, where is your brother?”

You kissed Ian's neck before coiling your arms around him and resting your hands against his chest.

He grinned.

“Somewhere in New York City,” you told him. “I have no idea where though, I couldn’t gather any co-ordinates.”

He nodded his head, pulling at your hand to walk around and sit on his lap, he loved the feeling of you against him.

He loved you.

“And you want to go?” He questioned.

There was a smile on your face, eyes gazing deeply and rather quite daringly into his, “you don’t?”

A loud laugh rumbled through his chest, he coiled his arms around you and pulled you closer as if that was even possible.

The world was still broken, destroyed even, but that was for another day.

“Anywhere with the love of my life is okay with me," Ian smiled.

New York City was your next adventure, you were finally going to find your brother after years of searching for him alone.

You were going to bring him home.

[seokstrivia]

the way i jumped as soon as i saw khh masterlist!! do you planning to write any other khh artists?

hello!! i do actually!! it’ll hopefully be a good mix of artists which i’m quite excited about! 🫶🏽

i have a draft for a sik-k fic that i’ll be working on too!!