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Goo Kim x F!reader

Summary : No one ever taught you how to live without Goo. So, through the remnants of your memories, he visited your dreams one last time to show you how.

Tag : angst, hurt and comfort, character death (non-canon), mention of after-life, happy ending (?), OOC.

Constructive feedback are always appreciated ♥️

One thing Goo left behind after his death was a seemingly endless silence. Imagine waking up one day without seeing his silly antics or hearing his unfunny jokes. In the past, you would have protested and kissed him to shut him up for your own peace of mind. But now, you'd do anything to listen to Goo ramble on all day by your side.

You didn't cry during the funeral ceremony, even when the body entered the crematorium, you just stared at the door in front of you with a blank stare.

Gun was by your side that day. He didn't cry when he saw his former partner's face for the last time. But the emptiness in his eyes behind his sunglasses didn't lie to his feelings. If there was one person as devastated as you were when Goo was gone forever, it was Gun Park. He didn't offer you any excessive comfort. He just reminded you to rest and take care of yourself during the days-long funeral. And Gun gave you one last light pat on the shoulder before he disappeared.

Your lips still managed a small smile as people came to offer their condolences. On the outside, you looked strong, but your eyes couldn't lie. They were red and looked very tired because you had been holding back your tears in front of so many people. Even when Crystal hugged you, it was her who was crying, not you.

Your tears only fell a moment after you returned to your house and closed the door behind you. Then your body seemed to give up on supporting all the incredible pain you felt from the moment you heard the news of your lover's death from Samuel until the moment you were finally alone in a place where his shadow filled every corner of the room in your shared apartment. Your legs weakened, and you fell to your knees before you even took a single step out the front door. Your sobs broke out, accompanied by your hoarse voice calling Goo's name over and over again, as if, in your mind, if you did that, Goo would magically be able to return to your arms, and not the square frame with his photo and a black ribbon wrapped around it.

“Goo… please, where are you?”

Your voice slowly began to weaken and turned into small sobs between your gasps for breath. You didn't realize when your eyes began to close and take you into the subconscious, without you moving from where you cried last night. You woke up with the cold air of the floor starting to gnaw at your bones. Your eyes were swollen and red from letting out the tears you had been holding back for days. Your throat felt sore from your screams calling Goo's name non-stop. Your head felt like it was going to explode at that moment.

Strangely, your brain seems to have recorded all your daily habits. So, after that, you go to take a shower, get dressed, force yourself to eat because your body is already protesting due to lack of nutrition, then go to work as usual. It's not that you're not grieving, but it feels like you'll just cry all day if you choose to stay at home and stare at every corner where Goo once was. Your heart won't be able to handle it, and you'll start thinking stupid things that will make you (and even Goo) curse yourself later.

At first, people looked at you with pity and compassion, and tried to comfort you, who had just lost your loved one forever. Then, people began to think you were strong as you continued your days as usual.

Unbeknownst to them, every night you still hold Goo's picture frame and hug it while crying. They don't know how hard it is for you not to wake up with a huge emptiness in your chest. They also don't know how every night you pray to whoever holds the throne above to bring back your beloved man in some form.

Gun and Crystal occasionally checked on you. Not out of pity or a sense of responsibility, which had never really been theirs. But deep down, they wanted to help Goo take care of you temporarily. They could already imagine how fussy Goo would be if he were still here and saw you in such a precarious state without anyone to look after you.

You never went to his columbarium after placing his ashes there, even after months of his death.

Your life goes on without you realizing it because your brain and body have already memorized it all. You wake up in the morning with a tightness in your chest. From noon until evening, you're in the office, working, replying to emails, writing reports, and answering the usual small talk from those around you. At night, you'll look for one of his belongings, like a watch, hold it, and then your shoulder will shake again until exhaustion takes you to dreamland.

In fact, you haven't had a dream in months. Then, one night, your brain plays a trick on you and sends you into a dream you hope you'll never wake up from.

The warm sunlight hit your face and made you squint as you opened your eyes. A gentle breeze caressed your loose hair. When your eyes finally opened, you were in a place you knew all too well. It was your living room, with a window overlooking the open sky.

“Baby?”

You froze at the nickname.

It's not that you're scared. But your brain needs time to process what you just heard. It's been a while since you last heard that voice.

You slowly turned your body.

Goo was standing behind you, one hand in his trouser pocket. He stood casually, just as you remembered. His signature lazy smile tugged at the corner of his lips. His eyes gazed warmly at you.

He looked healthy. Not as pale as you last remembered. There were no wounds on his body. He wasn't wearing a white robe with invisible wings behind him, as people had described. He was wearing his favorite blue suit.

“Goo…?” You hesitantly called his name.

A second later, you ran quickly towards him and threw your body into his arms until Goo almost fell backwards.

“Woah, easy there,” Goo laughed softly, “so eager to see me, huh?”

Hearing his laughter again sent your thoughts into a mess. Your hands gripped the back of his jacket tightly. Your voice came out half laughing, half sobbing, "Yeah, it must be a dream. It must be a dream..."

You kept reciting those words like magic. Or rather, you hoped that they were true, and that the Goo standing before you was still alive and not just a figment of your memory.

You raised your head to look into his eyes. You smiled while fresh tears still streaming down your cheeks, "Yeah, it must have been just a dream, right, Goo?"

Goo understood what you meant. His lazy smile wavered for a moment.

He gently cupped your cheeks and brought your faces closer. He kissed your eyelids in turn, then your forehead. Goo showered you with soft kisses from the top of your head to your entire face. And in between, he apologized, "I'm sorry, baby."

His voice was low and heavy, as if it was full of regret.

Your body was shaking violently at that moment because it felt like Goo was giving you the answer you least wanted to receive from your question to him earlier.

“How could you—” Your voice was hoarse as you said it. You couldn't even finish your sentence.

“I know,” Goo replied while gently stroked your cheeks.

“Do you want to leave me alone that badly?”

Goo shook his head slowly, “It’s not like that.”

“But you left me, right?” Your voice trailed off before continuing, “So, what am I going to do now? What would I do without you?”

The question Goo had been waiting for finally came. He knew you'd ask something like this. It was the question that broke his heart to pieces.

Goo slowly tucked the hair that was covering your face behind your ear. He gently tilted your chin up so you would look at him.

“Baby, look at me,” he asked gently.

You looked up at him through tear-stained eyes.

“I know you’ve been painfully trying every day,” Goo took a deep breath before continuing, “I know you still like to cry over my photo at night. Still like to sleep on my side of the bed.”

Goo continued his speech.

“And you know what? You’ve done well, baby. You can still wake up and go about your days quite well. Even though you haven’t made peace with the situation, you’re still kind to yourself. And I’m proud of you because of that,” Goo kissed your forehead at the end of his sentence.

Your face crumpled again, ungraceful. Your lips trembled violently. You shook your head vigorously before speaking, “It feels empty, Goo. I feel like there’s something wrong with me.”

Now Goo's eyes were smiling at you. However, they were also filled with sadness and regret, as if he was still holding back so much he wanted to do for you.

After a while, Goo replied, “There’s nothing wrong with you, baby.”

You replied, a little annoyed, “But I feel like I’m getting more and more broken every day!”

Goo's hand moved down from your cheek to your wrist and held it tightly. He gave it a few gentle squeezes before replying, "Broken things don't mean you don't deserve to live and to be loved again."

It was like someone was squeezing your heart. Even though you know this is just an illusion played by your mind, the pain is so real, you refuse to believe it's not reality.

But well, Goo is still Goo. Even if he's just a projection of your memories, his playful nature hasn't disappeared, even in times like this. But maybe that's just what you need right now.

He then gently pinched your cheek. “Don’t say things like that again. You can still love other things. You can also fall in love again if you meet another good man.” Goo sighed dramatically before continuing his sentence with a slight grumble, “Ughh, but maybe I’ll be jealous… a little.”

You chuckled softly at his lame joke, “Are you sure it’s just a little?”

Hearing that, Goo then dramatized the situation by pretending to be surprised and clutching his chest, "Huh—don't provoke me. Just be thankful I have no intention of cursing an imaginary guy who might not exist."

You both paused for a moment before bursting out laughing simultaneously.

“There,” he mumbled softly, “that suits you more.”

Your laughter slowly died down, and you suddenly felt like crying again. But before you could, Goo had already distracted you.

"Can you promise me one thing?" Goo asked carefully.

You nodded quickly, “Whatever it is, I can try.”

“Then…” Goo trailed off for a moment before continuing, “Please stay alive. I’m not asking you to forget me. Please live because you loved me.”

You fell silent, listening to his request. You studied his face intently, as if trying to capture his face for the last time, knowing that Goo would be gone by the time you opened your eyes.

Goo pulled you back into his arms, which you immediately returned with a tight hug. Then Goo whispered into your ear, “So, don’t make that face again, okay? It doesn’t suit my girl.”

Goo kissed the top of your head one last time before you felt the world around you fade away. So did Goo's warmth in your embrace.

“No…” you gripped Goo’s arm desperately, “No, no. Please, don’t leave me yet.”

Goo gave you one last smile as if he said goodbye, “Don’t be eager to follow me. I’m not going anywhere here.”

“I love you.”

Then you woke up gasping for breath.

The darkness of your bedroom replaced the atmosphere of the living room where you had just spoken with Goo. Your hands instinctively sought warmth on the side of your bed, only to find it cold and untouched. That's when your thoughts returned to reality.

You pulled the blanket tightly around you. Your body curled up and began to tremble violently. You wanted to scream, but no sound came out. You hugged your frail body, which could still feel the warmth of Goo's embrace from your dreams.

It hurts so much.

It's not that dreams are cruel, but quite the opposite. They're very nice, as if they're giving you something to keep moving forward and not being trapped by the shadows of the past anymore.

After the day Goo appeared in your dream, you began visiting his columbarium regularly, almost every day. At first, you still cried. But gradually, the tears turned into your voice, telling him about your day, as if Goo himself were there in front of you, not just a remnant of him.

Then, a year later, you still visit him, but not as often as before. From daily to once a week. Not because you've forgotten Goo, but because you've begun to accept the situation and try to live with it.

You sometimes bump into Gun there. It turns out he sometimes visits places like that too. He just casually asks how you're doing and then leaves after making sure you're okay. Crystal sometimes accompanies you there between her busy schedule. You're very grateful for that, but you still assure her that you're fine and won't worry her anymore.

Time continues to pass as if it doesn't care about the people living in it.

But time also heals things that no amount of medicine can cure, because the wounds are invisible. Your inner wounds are no exception.

Ten or five years later, the universe brings another good soul into your life. It doesn't happen suddenly. It happens naturally and gradually.

A kind and stable man who isn't jealous or trying to compete with someone who's no longer in this world. A man who listens to your past stories with ease without childish jealousy.

One day, he asked out of curiosity, with no other motive, “So, who is Goo to you now?”

You answer with a small smile, “He was the most valuable experience of my life. A page of my life that I will carry with me until I die."

And the conversation will stop there, because he knows everyone has a moment in their life that will leave a mark forever.

You saying that doesn't mean you don't love your current partner. Goo was right, you can still love someone again. But it will be a different kind of love than what you and Goo had before. However, that doesn't change the fact that your current relationship is also full of affection.

And you also kept the promise you made with Goo in the dream years ago.

You lived happily for a long time until your skin slowly began to wrinkle. Your firm voice became soft and somewhat slow. Your hair turned gray. You also began to lose memory in certain ways.

Until one day, when you were eighty years old, you sat in your favorite rocking chair and looked through a photo album of your youth.

Of course, there's a picture of you and Goo in it.

Your wrinkled fingers gently brushed his face in the photo. You wondered, was Goo aging there as much as you were here?

Your question was answered years later when your destiny eventually reached its final point. In your final moments, your mind reeled back memories of your happy moments, and of course, your beloved blonde hair was there too. You left with a peaceful smile on your face, as if you had no more regrets in your life.

Warm sunlight washes over your vision as soon as you try to open your eyes. You're sitting in a vast, seemingly endless field of flowers. A gentle breeze carries strands of your long, black hair as they blow gently. The wrinkles on your skin also disappear, replaced by soft skin that tingles with the tall, swaying grass.

You were still trying to figure out where you were when you heard a familiar voice from behind you.

“Took you long enough.”

You turned your head so fast you almost lost your balance. You recognized the voice from that remnant of your old memories all too well.

Sure enough, it belonged to your beloved Goo Kim.

He leaned casually under a willow tree, one hand tucked into his trouser pocket. His lazy posture remained the same. And what stunned you was his unchanged appearance. Goo looked as youthful, handsome, and beautiful as the day you first fell in love with him.

He chuckled, seeing you not moving at all from where you were standing, “Do you still want to stay there, or do you want to come here?”

Goo then spread his arms wide. Seeing that, you immediately ran towards him. It wasn't graceful, but you didn't care. Goo nearly fell backward as he embraced you. It felt like déjà vu.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and gripped his shirt tightly as if you were afraid he would disappear again if you loosened your grip even a little. But this time, Goo didn't disappear. He hugged you back tightly. One hand was on your back, pulling you closer to his chest, and the other was on the back of your head, gently stroking your hair.

The warmth of his body now felt so real. You started crying again. This time, not out of sadness, but out of relief. The huge hole in your heart felt like it was slowly closing.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, “I kept you waiting.”

Goo tightened his hug, “Don’t apologize. I’ll be waiting for you no matter how long it takes. I’m not in a hurry.”

You pulled back slightly to get a better look at his face. Your hands began to touch his hair, his cheeks, his nose, his mouth, as if to confirm that this is real.

Goo let out a soft sigh, like a chuckle, “See? I'm real, baby.”

Before you could say anything else, Goo had already moved closer to you. Now it was his turn to confirm that you were truly there by kissing your forehead. Then your cheeks. Then your eyelids.

Maybe he got carried away, or maybe he was just teasing you. Goo didn't stop his onslaught of kisses, and each time, the duration got longer and longer, moving from one place to another, until you chuckled and squirmed in his embrace, "Goo, stop it."

“Oops. Sorry.” In fact, Goo didn’t feel guilty at all.

You hit his arm playfully and rolled your eyes, which were still red from crying earlier.

Ah, he misses your adorable responses when he used to annoy you.

It was only then that he realized that his decades-long wait was finally over. Honestly, time had no meaning here. It felt like it was passing so quickly, but it had actually been quite a while.

Goo remembered the lonely moments when he waited for you here. He stopped counting days after he learned that time is useless here. Believe it or not, Goo Kim, who couldn't sit still for five minutes, for the first time lingered in the same spot where he first arrived. Sometimes he sat in that flower field and just stared at the sky for an unknown amount of time. Sometimes he stood under this willow tree.

He remembered how other people passing by would ask him to go with them, and he'd declined every single one. One time, someone asked him, "Why are you always here?"

And Goo replied enthusiastically, “I’m waiting for someone.”

Remembering that, Goo became sentimental.

But before his emotions could escalate, he did one thing he was very good at, throwing out inappropriately timed jokes.

“Old,” he said suddenly.

You looked at him with a straight face, “Can you NOT.”

Goo laughed at your response, “It’s okay, I like older ones too, princess.”

You pinched his arm, “You jerk. Who told me to live a long life??”

“Me,” Goo’s eyes filled with tears.

“Thank you for keeping your promise.”

You shook your head.

“No. I should be the one saying thank you. Thank you for believing in me.”

Goo's gaze softened. He let his tears fall now, and you gently wiped them away with your thumb. And you let your tears flow again.

The atmosphere around you was so quiet and peaceful that you could hear each other's heartbeats.

Goo was the first to break the silence and quickly wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

He walked a few steps forward before turning around and extending one of his hands towards you with an open palm.

“Come on, there's a lot of things I wanna show you.”

You slipped your fingers between his without hesitation. You tilted your head and asked, “Where?”

A sweet smile spread across Goo's face at this moment.

“Home,” he replied softly, “our home.”

Writing this instead of finishing my assignment lol. Anyway, I'll do James (idol DG) fluff next time (if I have free time to finish my draft, collage are killing me right now 😮‍💨).

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I miss his goofy face 😮‍💨

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I tried to write Goo angst fic, but every time I remember his picture in those mafia outfits, my mind suddenly created a whole smut scenario with him fucking you (his secretary) on his office table

Now I'm confused about which one to write first...

Hm... Decision, decision 🙂‍↔️

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I'M (S)CREAMING 🥵🤤

GOO KIM THE MAN YOU ARE!!!!

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DG X F!reader.

Note : This is my first time writing fanfiction again after a long time. Also, English isn't my first language, so constructive feedback is always appreciated! I used Grammarly to help me correct it, but I don't know if that thing really works...

Summary: When James Lee thought it would be a good idea to rehearse a scene with you. Or more like using you (?)

No Warning.

Enjoy!

The sound of the door unlocking echoes from inside the penthouse as you relax in the living room. You then stand to greet James, who has just come home from work. James then walks into the room with his coat already hanging on his arms. Before you can greet him, you already feel something is wrong with him the second he closes the door behind him.

You notice it immediately, even before he says something. James is usually composed and quiet in his idol image. And you know it too well to question his sudden silence when he's home earlier than usual. But this time, his silence felt too heavy for you to ignore it. His usual cockiness around you is gone. No greeting kiss, he usually does, nor a smile from him. Hell, he didn't even bat an eye at you.

"Rough day?" You asked quietly a moment later from the spot you've been standing across the room.

"Hm."

James rolled up his shirt sleeve and put his phone and car keys on the nearby table. You watch him closely. His gaze is drifting somewhere distant despite the city light reflected in his eyes from the floor-to-ceiling window glasses. His expression is calm, like usual, but now there's something unbearably heavy behind it. Something that makes even you hesitate around him for a bit.

You tried to ignore it by thinking that maybe something had happened at work. Something horrible. Or maybe he is just tired. You want to ask him what happens, and maybe you could help him a little. Though you’re not sure if he really needs your help. Maybe, right now, he just needs something to lighten his mood first. So, without thinking much, you throw a joke at him. It's supposed to be a sarcastic joke, the one he loves the most.

You let out a soft breath, almost like a laugh, "If you keep looking like that, people might think you just killed someone."

Silence.

That's all you got from James, who now turns his body towards you. If this were the usual James, then he would play along in this sarcastic game by replying to your statement with a half-joke and his cocky smirk. But now? He just silently looked in your direction before slowly walking towards you.

You notice his gaze first. He is looking at you dead in the eye. His expression is flat, but there's coldness behind those eyes. Your heart beat increases without you realizing it. It felt like a dagger was slicing your heart. Because no, even when he's mad at you, James never looks at you like he wants to do something horrible to you, like right now.

"James…? What happened?" With your remaining courage, you asked carefully.

James only keeps marching towards you. His steps are slow, but his posture seemed to carry an unpleasant, oppressive aura. You tried to call his name one more time, he didn't answer that one, either. And before you realize it, your back hits the wall behind you. He's been slowly making you walk backwards to corner you. Now, he's right in front of you. The atmosphere around you turns unbearable. It makes you feel suffocated. The dim light of his luxurious penthouse does not help in warming up the tense atmosphere in it.

When James finally spoke, his voice was lower than usual, carrying icy coldness from the way he talked, "You seem to be too comfortable lately."

His low, flat tone made cold sweat run down your back without you fully understanding why you are feeling like this. You want to move away from him, but you are already trapped by him without even realizing it. One of his hands was beside your head, while the other was placed on the display table next to you.

Your brows furrowed, you've already put on a face to defend yourself from his comment just now.

"What does that even mean?" Your voice is coming out a bit more aggressively than you intended. Maybe your self-defence instincts are acting up too much because of the pressure James is putting on you right now.

His gaze stays locked onto yours with that unbearable intensity while asking you softly, "You really don't know?"

You're throwing another question at him instead of answering, "Know what?"

Your response elicited a snicker from him. That laugh didn't sound good. If anything, it makes you feel anxious because it was similar to the belittling tone he used to throw at his opponents back when he was just James, not the polished idol DG. It doesn't even sound like amusement from him. His head lowered for a moment before he looked back at you with that flat, icy gaze.

"You really don't know," he murmured, "or… pretending to?"

Your stomach drops at his question. Something felt like it was squeezing your throat, making your breath hitch a little. Your expression changed to something desperate, with confusion mixed with it. Your voice comes out stuttering, far from what you like, "What do you mean by that? James, I swear, I genuinely don't know what you're talking about."

James fell quiet again.

He didn't even answer one of your questions. Instead, he keeps giving you that look, like he wants you to disappear from him. Something is finally burning behind your eyes. You keep stumbling over any explanation or question for him. Your voice slowly turns weak while you keep stuttering to mutter every word you can form in that moment. Your vision blurred from the tears that began to gather in your eyes.

"James," you called him desperately, "Do you believe me?"

You murmured weakly, "I'm sorry. I’m not sure what I’m doing wrong. I just—"

Before you could finish your sentence, James cut you with another sarcastic question, “Sorry? For what exactly are you feeling sorry for? You don’t even know what you're doing is wrong.”

“Then, tell me!”

He looked into your eyes, his gaze piercing straight into your soul, "I'm not here to tell you everything one by one," he exhaled through his nose for a moment before continuing, “I know you’re not that stupid.”

James then slowly trapped you further against the wall. One of his legs was between yours, holding you there. His eyes were staring boredly at you now. Your mouth opened, closed, and then opened again. You tried to say something, but it felt like all the words you knew were erased by James's tall shadow looming over you. You're searching for something in his eyes. But you didn't find anything you're looking for. Only flat expression. Only silence you get from him, and that's what makes it hurt the most because his silence is unbearable for you.

Your eyes are gradually blurring from the tears that are almost escaping you. Your lips are trembling slightly, so you bite them weakly to stop it. Because you hate crying. You didn't want to cry. You didn't want to look weak. Especially not in front of him.

“I—” your voice cracks a little.

Just as your tears were about to fall, that's when something cracked in James's expression. Then, suddenly, you heard a snort.

James just laughed.

He is looking away slightly from you. He covered his mouth with one of his hands while trying to hold his laughter. His shoulder shook from how hard he tried not to laugh harder.

You're looking at him, confused now, "Huh?"

You watched him with tears still in your eyes. Seeing that, James could no longer hold back his laughter. You froze in your spot with a very concerned expression now. Your brain short-circuits with how fast this sudden change in him is. Your brain can't even fully process what happens before James slowly laughed while he was turning his head to you now.

Seeing your genuinely confused expression, James then pulled you softly towards him. He exhaled softly through his nose before his laughter finally stopped. Both of his hands are cupping your cheeks right now. He smiles so sweetly at you with amusement now glinting from his eyes.

"Oh, sweetheart, that was cruel, wasn't it?" He murmured, he sounds amused right now.

You now stared at him in disbelief, "...What?"

Then, without a warning, he kisses your cheeks softly while his thumb rubs beneath your eyes, where your tears almost fall. His low giggles didn't help to ease the atmosphere around you. Even when his signature cocky smile was back on his face, you didn't know how to react. Your brain seems still processing what happens right now.

"Easy there," he says, between kissing your cheeks again, then explains it lightly, "I was just practicing. It's just an act.”

Your brows furrowed further, "Practicing? You? At me?"

His voice is lighter now while explaining, "Yeah. I got a new role for upcoming dramas, and the director said I need to work on an intimidating scene."

Your eyes genuinely twitched at that. Does he actually put that whole psychological warfare on you just to practice?? Is he even sober right now?

James, on the other side, stopped giggling and tried to kiss your cheeks again. Before he can do that, you're faster to bite his hands that are still resting on your cheeks. Hard enough to make him jerk away from the sudden aggression.

"Ow." He waved away the hand you just bit.

You push him away from you while cursing him out, "ASSHOLE!"

You stomped away towards your shared bedroom, muttering curses under your breath, and slammed the door open. James watched everything with amusement behind you. You come back a moment later, bringing two pillows and throwing one at him, only for him to dodge it easily.

"You sleep on the couch tonight." You throw another one at him, but now he catches it smoothly.

"You just bit my hands."

"You deserve worse!"

With that last sentence, you slammed your bedroom door hard.

James, on the other hand, is smiling while picking up the pillows you just threw at him and bringing it to the couch with him. He is now lying on the couch, trying to catch his breath, with his smile growing wilder now.

It’s been an hour since you went to the bedroom and haven’t come back. He thought, maybe you’ve fallen asleep. James then gets up and walks to your shared bedroom. Luckily, you didn’t lock it. His steps were careful enough not to make a sound. When he looked at you, you were already lying on your side while turning your back on him. He closed the door behind him and walked slowly to the bed. He didn’t sit yet, just standing at the edge of his side of the bed.

The moonlight that filtered through the gaps in the curtains didn't help his vision at all to see if your eyes were closed. Your breathing was quite steady, judging by the rise and fall of your shoulders. James then asked in a soft voice, "Are you asleep?"

No answer.

A second later, you felt your bed sink under James's weight. He sat right behind you. His hand was placed close to your back, but he hadn't touched you yet. His head rests against the headboard, his eyes fixed on you, who’s still facing away from him. He knew you weren't asleep yet.

“Still mad about earlier?” he asked with a rather calm voice. One of his hands moved to your head, and he slowly stroked your hair.

With that question, you finally turn around to him. You brush his hands away from your head aggressively enough, “You think?”

James looked down while smiling softly at you. He took one of your hands and pulled it toward him. You tried to yank your hand away from him, but his grip is strong enough on your wrist. He keeps pulling it to his cheek and immediately leaning into the contact.

“I didn't mean to upset you.”

“Well, congratulations,” you reply quietly, “you just did it.”

“I don’t know you would be scared like that.”

You abruptly sit up, “For fuck sake, James, you literally looked at me like you want to murder me!”

He seemed to be contemplating your answer, his brow furrowed slightly, “Well… that’s not fun…”

“You get it now??”

You tried to turn your back on him but he already wrapped his arms on your waist and pulled you slightly so you're closer to him now. You tried to squirm away from him and failed immediately. One hand comes to your face then holding your chin up to make you look at him. His gaze is softened now when he looks into your eyes. You hate it when he's doing this because your heartbeat plays a stupid rhythm against your ribs so hard it's impossible to ignore it.

“I went too far,” he paused for a beat.

“I didn't mean to scare you.” Just that and a kiss on your forehead can make you melt away almost immediately.

His voice is calm.

He genuinely feels bad for you.

You can tell it right away.

It's unfair how he holds so much power on you. You held on to your pride but still leaned closer to him while grumbled in his arms. Your arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed, eyes narrowed at him.

“I'm still mad at you.”

“I know.”

“You don't get to kiss me and apologize and you think this is over.”

He smiles at that, “Okay,” he continues, “how can I make it up to you?”

You didn't answer right away. That's when James knows you already forgive him, maybe… for a little bit.

Then the world suddenly tilted.

“James!” You gasp his name out of surprise.

He is now laying on his back, his hands securely wrap around your waist. Keeping you laying down on his chest. You tried to resist again, with no effort unfortunately. His thumbs draw a slow circle on your back. It always calms you down in a weird way.

“You almost make me cry.”

“That's how I knew the acting worked.”

You pinch his arm.

He let out a quiet breath that sounded like a laugh.

“I will make it up to you.” He said softly against your hair.

“How?” You murmured on his shoulder.

James looked up at the ceiling as if thinking. Well, because this was James, a brilliant idea popped into his head. You felt his mischievous smile against your hair before you even looked at him.

“I wouldn't put you through psychological warfare again next time,” his thumb stopped drawing a circle on your back, “besides…”

“Besides…?” Your eyebrows shoot.

James grinning down right now, “should we practice kissing scenes next time?”

That makes you look up immediately.

You smack his chest hard enough.

“YOU—”

And James genuinely laughed at that. Still sounds entertained by your reaction.

I actually have a love and hate relationship with James right now (idk, I don't like his political era, lol). But, I really love pink James a.k.a idol DG 😗❤️

[soscialies]

I'm craving Ji Hakho/Jake content aughhh, should I lock in and start writing myself? I actually have a lot of ideas in my head, but I don't know where to start... It's been a long time since the last time I wrote fanfic :(

[sourdough-seal]

hyperfixation please stay with me long enough to complete the project. hyperfixation do not fade. hyperfixation finish what you started for the love of god

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

MAY YOU NEVER LOSE YOUR HYPERFIXATION

[dear-mybeloved-deactivated20251]

Me thinking that I'm funny was probably the first problem

[that1geek06]

"English isn't my-"

Hush now my friend, and let me read the absolute beauty of a fic that you have bestowed this world and humiliated the first English speakers with

[konigslittleliebling]

when i’m reading an ‘x reader’ and he calls me his pretty girl

[science-hoes]

Anyways

[ballard96]