genre: social medis au, crack (because my whole life is a comedy) with a pinch of angst (like the tiniest drop. you wont even notice it)
rating: 16+
warnings: strong language, toxic relationship, LONG HAIR WOOYOUNG, images of food/mentions of food, bad jokes, probably a kms joke, iomt era wooyoung
synopsis: kira always had a crush on her (adoptive) older brother's best friend, but him being there for her in one of the most vulnerable times in her life turned a dormant crush into raging feelings.
cast: ateez members, yeri, and ningning (i wrote this in 2024 with no intentions of posting it and it was just before i wrote the mingi smau, which is why the characters are the same).
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playlist: it will rain - bruno mars | minefields - faouzia | always - daniel caesar | love in the dark - adele + lose - niki | i love you - seinabo sey
PART 1: IT WILL RAIN | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4
your mouth goes dry and suddenly the world goes cold at the words you just heard. the word "marriage" sounds foreign in this context.
you've spoken about marriage with your boyfriend, dominic, countless times and you'd both agreed to it as something you both wanted out of your relationship. hell, he's saving up for a ring, so your parents taking it upon themselves to find you a "suitable match" feels like a punch im the gut.
it's not like they don't know you're in a relationship. you told them about it the moment you and dominic got together and they immediately disapproved. they knew your type. they'd seen the people you surround yourself with, the guys you've been seen around with in the past, so, naturally, their perception of him was already shaped.
you shut them down, going on with your relationship and they swore it would not last. now, two years later, you're still going strong. what better way to put an end to it than to go behind your back and arrange a marriage with another man? one who fits their standards.
you had always been told how to live growing up and ultimately every decision had been made for you and that followed you into your adulthood. walking away is easier said than done when they're dangling your future over your head to get you to comply to their every whim. the only thing you actually need from them is financial backing and they will take it away if you ever step out of line.
with slouched shoulders, you leave without a word. your mother calling your name behind you as you walk to your room. the finality of the situation leaves a heavy weight on your chest and the moment the door closes behind you, your breathing picks up. your fingers clutch onto the cuff of your sleeves as if that will anchor you, but it does little to calm you down.
the promises you and dominic made to each other during the course of your relationship come crashing down on you as you try to figure out how you're going to tell him.
three days pass before you see dominic. it's your weekly date day, as you like to call it. in those three says, you spent most of your time on your notes app drafting and deleting how you're going to tell the person you love that another man has been decided for you.
you're greeted with a smile when the door opens and the sight almost breaks you. everything is unbearably normal: the tv plays something softly in the background, the curtains are drawn open and dominic stands there in a white tshirt and light wash jeans, completely clueless to the storm your life has encountered.
"baby?" his voice snaps you out of the trance you let yourself slip into and your eyes find his. "you okay?"
"yeah. i'm okay." you reply with a nod and his hand finds your waist as you step inside.
"wait here, i just need to get something real quick." he tells you. you nod again, but he doesn't leave right away.
his gaze lingers on you for a bit before he steps closer, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead that lasts less than a second. you close your eyes and can't help thinking how many of those you have left. he disappears into his room on at the end of the corridor, leaving you standing in the middle of the living room. for the first time it doesn't feel like home. you feel like an intruder, a thief about to steal the moments you spent together in this very living room.
"okay let's go." he says, approaching you, now wearing a jacket and you nod, turning on your heels towards the door before he can see your face.
you make it five steps before realising dominic isn't beside you. you turn your body and see he's still standing in the same place watching you. the second your eyes meet, his expression softens
"you sure you're okay?" he asks, the question settling somewhere deep in your chest and you muster up a fake smile.
"yeah." you lie and his eyes narrow for a split second, but he doesn't call you out on it. he just reaches for your hand once he catches up.
the drive is aimless as it always is. sometimes you would end up eating fast food in a random parking spot and every now and then the two of you would drive into another town.
the city blurs past as the wind blows in through the windows. the radio plays a random song since neither of you connected your phones and dominic drums his fingers against the steering wheel.
"dom, is my jacket still in the back?" you ask, looking back for the article you discarded here a few weeks ago.
"should be in the trunk." he responds, his eyes looking into the rear view mirror before changing lanes.
"well what am i supposed to do with that information?" you ask rhetorically, slumping back on your seat.
"who told you not to wear a jacket?" he asks back, moving to close the windows.
"what a gentleman you are."
he turns his head to look at you for a brief moment, a smile spreading across his face before he looks back at the road ahead.
dominic has been driving around for about forty minutes, now there's nothing but a long stretch of road ahead of you. you sit further in your seat, your socked feet resting on the seat as you make yourself comfortable while dominic speeds up.
you watch the landscape change outside the window as buildings give way to open stretches of land. road signs flash past too quickly to read and you couldn't tell where you two are anymore.
if somebody asked where you are, all you'd be able to say is that you're with dominic. that answer has always been enough for people to understand throughout your relationship, having gotten used to your spontaneous road trips by now. the destination never mattered to you, as. long as you were with him.
right now all you need is this. being with the man you love, driving with no set destination in mind, just enjoying the proximity between the two of you.
"dom, i'm hungry." you whine after a while, the complaint slipping out before you can stop it and dominic let's out a quiet laugh beside you.
"we'll stop at the first rest stop." he responds and you pick up your phone, quickly tapping away.
"that's like twenty minutes from now." you complain and he quickly turns his head to you. "don't you usually have snacks on here?"
you open the center console that holds nothing but a few old receipts and a coin before slamming it shut.
"you fucking suck."
"mind you, you ate the last of them last week." he retorts and you roll your eyes, going back on your phone. "we'll be there in a bit, yeah?"
"hmm." you hum, sinking back in your seat.
for a moment, it's easy to pretend nothing has happened and for dominic, it is. you know these moments are limited and keeping it from him is killing you inside, but you want this. the normalcy between the two of you keeping you grounded to the present.
you arrive at a rest stop not too long after. you don't really know how long it took since you ended up falling asleep. you just hear dominic softly coaxing you awake. you look at him with squinted eyes, trying to block out the bright sun and you feel a kiss on your forehead immediately getting a smile out of you.
"come on, sleepy. it's time to feed you." he jokes, trying to stand up up straight, but your arms snake around the back of his neck, keeping him close as you lean up to press a kiss on his lips.
he leans into it, deepening the kiss and your lips dance together until he breaks the kiss, the both of you sporting a smile and he presses another cheeky peck on your lips before finally standing up, helping you out of the car.
he hands you your jacket and you quietly thank him, putting it on before you reach out for his hand and walk into the small restaurant together.
a waitress ushers you to a table near the window and hands you the menu before leaving the two of you to your devices.
"this place is so cute." you gush, taking your phone out, opening the camera app a. do immediately angle it at dominic who's looking through the menu. "dom, over here."
he glances up, his eyebrows raised and a small smile spreads across his face, letting you capture the perfect picture to add to your collection.
"put the phone down, baby." he tells you and you stick your tongue out at him, quickly posting the photo to your story before setting tge phone down.
"what are you having?" you ask, your menu still closed in front of you.
"probably just a burger and soda, if i'm being honest." he replies, closing the menu.
"boring." you tease and dominic raises his hand, gesturing for the waitress who arrives with her little notepad.
"you ready to order?" she asks in the practiced, customer service tone.
"yeah. uh, we'll have two double cheese burgers, no pickles in one of them a diet coke and a sprite, please." dominic orders.
he knows that when you're like this, you always get the same thing he does with the few adjustments that he's obviously memorised.
"anything else?" the waitress asks, jotting down your order and he politely declines. "okay, your order will be done shortly."
"thank you."
you reach for his hand across the table, and he intertwines your fingers. you lay on your head on your arms, waiting for your food to arrive.
the restaurant isn't busy. a couple sits near the entrance, laughing lightly when a noise is heard from the kitchen. the sound of cutlery against plates is occasionally breaks through the soft music playing overhead.
across from you, dominic scrolls through his phone with one hand while the other remains tangled with yours and you trace your thumb over his knuckles absent mindedly.
his skin feels warm and familiar against yours. it's something you stopped noticing long ago until now when you feel the silver rings pm his fingers.
"what are you looking at so closely like that?" he asks, his eyes now on you instead of his phone and your gaze snaps upward. his mouth twitches.
"what?"
"you have that far away look." he tells you, putting his phone down, giving you his full attention and hear creeps up your neck.
"i don't." you deny and he laughs quietly.
"you have." he pauses. "what are you thinking about, baby?"
"when this damn food is arriving?"
"it's barely been five minutes."
you whine, lowering your head again and dominic breathes out a laugh, giving your hand a squeeze.
"just a little longer, hmm?" he says softly and you hum, not looking up and his smile grows wider as his gaze stays on you.
the waitress arrives with the food not too long after, placing their plates in front of them and they mutter polite "thank you's" before she heads off.
you pull out your phone again to take a picture when dominic's hand reaches out to your plate, inching towards the fries and you pop his hand before going back to what you were doing.
after snapping a few pictures, they fall into silence. the couple stands up from their seats and another waitress starts cleaning up their table.
"we should come back here. maybe with better planning, though." dominic suggests and your hand stops midway to your mouth.
your hand stops halfway to your mouth, the fry suddenly feeling heavy between your fingers. you swallow, reaching over to grab your drink when you slightly nod.
"yeah, we should..." your voice tails off and you take a quick sip of your drink before setting it down slowly.
across the table, dominic watches you for a moment. you can feel the weight of his gaze and when you look up, he's already looking down at his plate.
the conversation continues anyway, the two of you not really talking about anything in particular. you nos when you're supposed to, laugh when you're supposed and dominic let's you, but every now and then you catch his eyes on you like he's waiting for something from you. his gaze is not intense, nor does it make you feel uncomfortable until you look up, you see his eyebrows twitch when looking at you.
after eating, the two of you pay and head for the road again, only this time, it's not as light and easygoing as it was the first half. the music on the radio is still playing softly on the radio as you lift your eyes to domonic. he's humming along to the song that's playing, his full focus on the road. you decide to take his phone, connecting it to the radio and playing whatever playlist was playing last, increasing the volume in an attemp to bring the mood up.
when you look at domonic again, a small smile is playing on his face, and you feel your shoulders relax slightly.
the sun has started to set and the two of you are back on the road. the volume on the radio is low, filling the silence between you along with the constant hum of the car running. your head is resting against the window as dominic turns into a motel.
after parking the car, he kills the engine, turning his head. to look at your slouched form, a smallile. creeping on his face.
"wake up, sleepy." he teases and you groan, stretching in the crammed space with a yawn. "we're here, let's go."
he gets out and rounds the car to open your door for you. he helps you out and the two of you walk into the building.
the lighting inside is warm, casting a soft golden hue over the place and you amd dominic walk to reception where you're greeted with a kimd smile.
"good evening. would you two like a room?" she asks.
"uh yeah, for two nights, please." dominic replies and she rapidly types on the keyboard.
while dominic handles admin, you look around the lobby, puffing out your cheeks as you reach for dominic's hand that instinctively wraps around yours.
"thank you."
"it's a pleasure. your room is just outside, the building right across."
"thank you." he repeats.
you offer the womam a polite smile before following behind dominic. the twoof you walk out, hands still joined until you reach your room.
"after you." he says, gesturing for you to walk in first.
the moment you reach the bed, you throw yourself on it. reaching for your phone in your pocket, frowning as you look at the notifications on your lock screen.
you've got missed calls from both your parents and texts asking you where you ran off to. you stand up, walking to the dominic who's been checking over the bathroom and cupboards in the room.
"uh, dom, i need to quickly make a call. i'll be outside." you inform him.
"sure thing."
you leave the room, dialing your mother's number before bringing the phone to your ear. the line rings and you take a breath, when she picks up.
"h-"
"where the hell are you? is this what you do? you just leave without telling us?" she practically yells, and you moved the phone from your ear.
"mom, calm down. i'm fine. i called to let you know i won't be home for the next two days."
"two days?" she repeats, exasperated.
"mom-"
"it's that boy again." you hear your father say im the distance and you shut your eyes, sighing.
"you're still seeing him after we specifically told you to stop seeing him?" she asks. you don't answer, knowing she's going to go off on a rant. "you're engaged and you're out in God knows where with some... some-"
"easy." you say, stopping her in her tracks. "you will not insult him. as far as i'm aware, i never agreed to it, so no, im not engaged."
"you're coming back home."
"i'm spending the next two days with dominic, and i'm not answering any calls until i get home okay?" i tell her calmly and the door opens behind you.
"you will break up with with boy. this is the last time i'm telling you this."
"bye." you say, hanging up before she can say anything further.
"your parents." he says, not asking.
he knows how it goes by now, you've complained to him about them enough times by now.
"it's nothing." you tell him but he doesn't say anything. he just nods. "i just-"
you stop yourself, trying to find the words to express how you're feeling without giving everything away.
"what's going on?" he asks, his. tone soft as he steps closer.
you reach for his hand, your eyes trained on your hand im his, trying to hold back from crying. once you city, you'll have to explain and you want to enjoy this time you have with him.
"let's not think about them, hmm? they've been trying to get separate us for the longest time and they're angry right now... let's just enjoy being here." you explain, almost dismissive.
"okay then..." he responds, not pressing. "let's enjoy our time inside, though. it's getting cold out here."
you nod, walking in and a few seconds pass before dominic follows behind.
you make your way to the bed, shrugging your jacket off before getting into the blankets. dominic does the same, the two of you settling under the covers and you drift off.
somewhere between being awake and being asleep, you feel a warm hand on your face, followed by a kids on your forehead.
"i wish you could tell me what's really going on, angel." you hear him whisper, and your heartbeat picks up as you stop yourself from reacting. "i know you're not ready to tell me yet, so i'll wait."
you can hear your heart beating in your ears, the blankets suddenly feeling too hot as you hear his words.
"i can't live without you, you know that? of course you do." he breathes out a short laugh. "i should probably stop yapping before you wake up and hit me with your pillow. goodnight, baby."
the warmth of his hand disappears as he shuffles into a comfortable position in bed and you let out a breath.
i probably slacked off towards the end. i hadn't touched this in weeks, so it was not easy getting back into it, but yeah.
thank you for the love i got for the one shot i posted. i was super nervous posting it. anyway, i hope you like this one.
i knew it's been forever and i apologise. i was overthinking everything and damn near deleted the whole series because i was second guessing my writing again 😄
i've come up with a story with this as the playlist which basically breaks the fic into 5/6 stages.
playlist: it will rain - bruno mars | minefields - faouzia | always - daniel caesar | love in the dark - adele + lose - niki | i love you - seinabo sey
i've already written like, 700 something words, and i want to finish it by the end of the week and yes, it's a dominic fike fanfic.
this is my first dominic fike fic, please be kind 😭
your leg is perched up on the toilet seat where your boyfriend is sitting, your foot fitting snug beneath his thigh. the both of you are humming along to the song that's playing on the small speaker you put on the ledge of the bathtub while the burning hibiscus scented candle does very little to drown out the intoxicating smell of hair dye.
you're standing in front of his hunched frame with a brush in one hand and a plastic bowl in the other. dominic, who has started getting shifty, lifts his hand which you immediately pop, making him yelp.
"...and then she had the audacity to go crying to my mother like 'oh, isn't that such a horrible thing to do? she was absolutely rude. blah blah blah.'" you go on about what happened during the week you visited your family while working the hair dye into dominic's hair.
your aunt had been twisting stories to the rest of your family about something you said to her, obviously omitting the parts that warranted that type of response from you.
"nevermind the fact that she was bullying a literal child." he adds, scrolling through his phone.
"literally. but of course she didn't tell anyone that. anything to make me look bad."
"you should've told them what happened."
"come on, it's her word against mine. they wouldn't believe me since she's an elder, and why on earth would an elder lie?"
"that's bullshit." he mumbles and a small smile tugs at your lips.
what had happened was that your aunt was running her mouth about your little brother when it was just the two of you and you weren't going to let her continue, so you spoke up and defended him. unfortunately for you, she saw that as a threat on her life and she spun a story about how you threatened her and, and, and.
you were so frustrated when you got home and you just had to tell someone, so who better than dominic?
he arrived at your door with a white plastic bag from the corner pharmacy with hair dye and a few snacks inside. the best way to not have you throw things around was to keep your hands busy with the difficult task of dyeing his hair.
why is it difficult? because he can't seem to sit still.
"babe, stop moving." you tell him, holding his head in the postition he keeps getting out of.
"so bossy." he mumbles and you just continue working the dye into his hair.
he tilts his head up, completely ignoring your instruction, earning an exasperated sigh from you, but he doesn't seem to care. you melt at the little sparkle in his eyes that only ever shows up when he looks at you and lean down to press a kiss on his lips. when you pull away, you're met with an ear to ear smile.
"now sit still." you tell him, standing up straight again.
"i think i'm gonna pass out." he says, letting you move his head in all different directions as you brush more hair dye into his hair.
"we're almost done." you reply, not stopping to look at him.
"and it's not patchy like last time, is it?"
"haven't seen you do a better job."
"why would i do it, when i have you?"
you don't answer right away, throwing the brush in the sink as you go through the sections again with your hands.
"hey, stop thinking about it." he says through the silence and you stop to glance down at him
"i'm not."
"you are. you have that crease right here when you're thinking too hard." he responds, gesturing between his eyebrows.
"i'll try."
"i know you will."
your eyes stay on his for a second before you lean down to press another peck on his lips. he follows for another one when you pull away, chasing after you with puckered lips.
"absolutely not." you laugh, pressing a hand against his forehead.
"worth a shot."
"make me food while we wait for your hair." you say, patting his hair lightly.
"yes ma'am." he responds, pushing himself up as you start cleaning up.
