this is a snippet of a new piece i’m working on!! hope you enjoy, and feedback is appreciated!!
pairing: bang chan x fem!reader
in your coastal college town, the name christopher bang was simply a familiar whisper in the air of the community. he knew everyone — rather, everyone knew him. he was a social butterfly to say the least, making it his mission to bring a smile to the faces of those he came across. but you? that’s a different story.
you were like a book he didn’t know how to read properly. a puzzle he couldn’t quite complete.
he saw you all over the place.
on campus, taking a stroll.
sitting in the park reading.
across the lecture hall, where you couldn’t quite see him.
but you never spoke.
like a mouse in the walls of an old home- quiet, and hardly noticed.
and then he saw you at parties.
you were a completely different person.
bubbly, and outgoing. willing to talk to anyone who would spare you the time.
absolutely bouncing off the walls with energy and passion.
it intrigued him.
He wanted to know who you really were.
You, sober and on your own, not the person you were when fueled by substances in your body.
synopsis ~ y/n starts getting messages from an unknown number after buying a used phone for cheap. as she finds out more about the boy she's talking to, it turns out there's much more to this than a wrong number --- he died, and she's talking to his spirit, yet he has no idea what happened to him. will y/n have what it takes to solve the mystery of his death? or will the boy's spirit remained trapped in his phone?
warnings ~ framed suicide, murder, drug mention, kidnapping, abuse, blood/injuries, addiction, use of alcohol, swearing, ghosts, minor character death
taglist ~ 18+, no ageless blogs
MASTERLIST
🎬ROLL CALL !
CH 1 ~ UNKNOWN NUMBER
CH 2 ~ THE PLAYGROUND
CH 3 ~ LAKE HAVEN
CH 4 ~ ENERGY
CH 5 ~ FAMILY TIES
CH 6 ~ RELIVING THE PAST
Ch 7 ~ WHAT HAPPENED TO HAN JISUNG?
CH 8 ~ SELF-DEFENSE
CH 9 ~ BLACKMAIL
CH 10 ~ THE FINAL ACT
synopsis ~ y/n starts getting messages from an unknown number after buying a used phone for cheap. as she finds out more about the boy she's talking to, it turns out there's much more to this than a wrong number --- he died, and she's talking to his spirit, yet he has no idea what happened to him. will y/n have what it takes to solve the mystery of his death? or will the boy's spirit remained trapped in his phone?
warnings ~ gen, mention of torture
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CH 7 ~ WHAT HAPPENED TO HAN JISUNG? (wc: 3.1k)
Arriving at the apartment building doesn't take long once you retrieve your car from the flower shop, looking up at the desolate building with unease as you step out of the vehicle. There isn't much to say about the bleak apartments, nearly empty and sure to be closed down in the near future by the looks of it. No one is in the lobby as you walk in and buzz for Minho.
"Password?" You hear him say through the speaker.
"Do we really have to do that? You know it's me," You groan, but he stays silent. "Cheeks."
Cheeks, an odd word to choose for a password, but it's Minho, so you try not to question it too much. He lets you in, and you opt to take the stairs given that one elevator is out of service and the other's doors are slightly cracked open despite not being in use. It's a long trudge up the stairs, all the way to level fourteen, but you make it up nonetheless, panting and taking a moment to catch your breath before knocking on the door. Minho is quick to open it and drag you inside.
The apartment is empty, save for a plain wooden table with two chairs on either side of the circular shape. Takeout bags sit on the kitchen counter, some food already out to be served on paper plates. Minho gestures for you to sit down as he opens the rest and piles food onto the plates, setting one down in front of you and the other on his side of the table, walking back to pour some water.
"This is one of the apartments Jisung and I used while we were undercover." You take note of how he openly says Jisung this time, not 'Detective Han'. "We had our own so as to not raise suspicion, but used this one to connect and discuss our findings in the investigation on the killings going on. The last night here, we were sure we had enough evidence to send out and blow their cover, but then Jisung went missing, and everything went to shit."
As Minho talks, something to your right catches your eye and your hand stops midair, food halfway to your mouth as it hangs open. You can see a slightly younger Minho pacing around, the previously empty apartment decorated in more takeout containers and a large bulletin board, red string and photos covering the majority of it. Minho has his hands in his hair as he rambles and paces, another man standing at the board biting his thumb, trying to focus both on Minho's words and the images in front of him. He has mousy brown hair, long bangs covering part of his face, and is around the same height as Minho.
Eventually, younger Minho stops pacing, standing next to Jisung with furrowed eyebrows and an expression of disbelief. You can't hear what they're saying, only able to hear present-day Minho explaining the situation they were in; how Han had offered to go alone to secure one last piece of information that would really tie everything together, even if it was risky. Minho tried to stop him, and you see him place a hand on Han's shoulder, turning his body toward Minho. After what looks like a short argument, Han places his hands on Minho's shoulders and says something, Minho looking down at his feet.
"He said he'd be okay," Minho talks, voice low, and you finally tear your eyes away from the scene to look at him, food long forgotten by both of you. "He didn't return that night like he said he would, or the next day, or the one after that. Our boss had me wait a whole week until he allowed me to investigate, but I couldn't wait that long. After the third day, I went back and found the place completely empty, except for two men with orders to kill me on sight. Luckily, they were stupid and taunted me first, wasting time."
Before younger Minho and Jisung disappear, you sense a third presence behind the door and spot the light changing underneath, as if someone had just stepped in front of it from the outside. They're obviously eavesdropping, but with the way the two men in the apartment are facing, it goes unnoticed. Your own eyebrows mimic younger Minho's as they furrow deeply, biting your lip in thought as you turn to face him present day.
"Did you know you were followed?" The look on Minho's face answers for you, the way he slowly places his utensils down. "As you were explaining, I could see it playing out, but there was someone else at the door listening in."
"Figures," Minho scoffs, voice rough and lips pursed as he turns away from you with crossed arms.
"What did you do to the men who took him?" You ask cautiously, leaning forward. Both of your food has been forgotten, growing cold as the silence stretches on between you. "Minho, what did you do?"
"Bad things," Minho murmurs, shaking his head and looking down where his feet are firmly planted on the carpeted floor. "Things I'm not proud of, but would do again if it meant finding Jisung. Only one man left that building that day, and you're looking at him."
You nod in understanding, leaning back in your chair with a slight sick feeling. Although you knew what kind of work Minho did, hearing the confirmation that he has, in fact, killed someone makes your hair stand up.
As it's getting late, you both decide to call it a night and investigate the storefront in the morning. In all honesty, you don't know what to expect, or what you'll get out of this. There's no way the spirits of those men will want to help, and what do they get in return? It's not like you can bring them back... can you? You shiver at the thought; even if you could, those aren't the type of people you'd want to use that kind of special power on.
Minho takes the couch, not leaving room for argument as he lies down with his boots now untied by the end. You enter the bedroom, taking in the bare walls and lack of life. It's stale, uncomfortable, but it'll do for just one night.
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The storefront looks like it hasn't been touched in years, and you suppose it really hasn't been since the investigation into Jisung's disappearance. Minho approaches first and jiggles the doorknob, which is obviously locked. There's a big 'For Lease' sign sitting in the window collecting dust, the lettering a faded blue. It's hard to see inside, the thick layer of dirt and grime on the glass windows obscuring your view when you try and look. Wiping it does nothing, most of the grit on the inside, but you do manage to spot a few upturned chairs near the front.
Rounding the building and walking down the alleyway, Minho brings you to a door at the side. When it doesn't open, he gestures for you to stand back. He swiftly kicks the wood, and it doesn't stand a chance, almost immediately splintering off the hinges. As if it's nothing, Minho walks into the building, not waiting for your shock to wear off.
Just as you suspected, the inside is covered in dust, and you have to try hard not to sneeze as the particles tickle your nose and make it itch. You've entered right at the back of the store, making your way into the very back. The layout kind of reminds you of the flower shop. Minho makes a beeline to the back corner of the small room you've entered and you spot a groove in the floor.
"Trap door?" You ask, although it's obvious.
Minho doesn't reply. Instead, he runs his hands over the uneven ground until he finds a spot to dig his finger underneath and pull it up, revealing a cement staircase. A chill runs down your spine, and you swear you could hear crying right as he opened it up. Hesitantly, you take a step forward, letting Minho lead the way. Even he's cautious as he walks down, and you don't have to ask to know why. This place must bring back bad memories, ones you'd never want to recall. Jisung must have been special.
The basement air is cold and damp as you descend, unwelcoming in every sense of the word. A headache is already forming on your temples from what you suspect is from the sheer amount of lost souls trapped here, forever unable to find peace. It hurts that you can't help them all; you're here for a different purpose. Not many of the spirits show their faces to you, but some linger around the dark, brick walls. There's a single light hanging from the ceiling casting a dim yellow glow, a dilapidated chair directly underneath. A shiver goes down your spine.
"Lee Minho." You hear a voice scoff, head whipping toward the noise. There's a gruff, muscular man leaning against the wall by the stairs, shaking his head. "Never thought I'd see you here again."
Minho doesn't reply, oblivious to the man trying to communicate. This irks the man clearly, his face scrunching up in frustration as Minho appears to ignore him. Kicking off the wall, he goes to approach Minho, but sees you looking at him and stops.
"What's his problem?" The man nods to Minho.
"He can't see or hear you." At your voice, Minho turns, his eyes flickering between you and where you're standing. "Only I can."
"They're here?" Minho hurries over to you, glaring at the spot you're eyes are.
"Just one... he has a tattoo of a lotus flower on his forearm if that helps." You state, nodding at he man.
"He was the last one." Minho says, disdain in his voice.
In this position, you know there isn't much you can do. How are you supposed to force information out of a potentially violent spirit? You can't kill him twice...
Or, wait...
Jeongin, you think, closing your eyes and focusing your energy on him. You can almost feel the connection between you, a bright line reaching out to him. Jeongin, help me.
It's only a matter of seconds until you feel a soft breeze move strands of your hair into your face, and you open your eyes to see Jeongin. He's looking down at you with a soft expression, relieved to see you're okay. When he looks to the man, his eyes narrow.
"Who are you?" The man suddenly looks uneasy, crossing his arms, but Jeongin just shakes his head.
"Not important. Now, you're going to tell us where Han Jisung is," Jeongin demands.
The man barks out a laugh. "Like hell I'm gonna do that."
"I have an idea." You whisper to Jeongin, turning your body so the man can't hear you as well. "Use my energy to force the answers out of hi-"
"Are you kidding me? No way!" Jeongin's eyes widen, unable to believe you're seriously suggesting that. "Do you understand what that could do to you?"
"Yes, and I'm willing to take the risk! Otherwise, I wouldn't be asking you." You cross your arms now, holding your ground. "Just do it. Please."
Jeongin searches your eyes, seeing the certainty in them, and sighs. He takes a hold of your hand, closing his eyes to focus on your connection, similar to what you did earlier. After a moment, he opens them again, and the man is giving you both an amused look. Before he can speak, his mouth open to say something, he's flying backward into the chair. The man's eyes are big with shock, chains wrapping his wrists and legs in place, an additional one forming around his chest. You don't know what's going on, only that you feel dizzy.
"Tell us where he is." Jeongin steps closer, and you do too on instinct. Each step toward the center of the room feels like you're walking through quicksand; your head is pounding with each sluggish movement. "Now."
Chains rustle, and your vision swims as they seem to tighten around the man. How Jeongin is doing this is beyond you, but the scare tactic seems to be working.
"Warehouse on Twilight! He's- we brought him there after finding out who he was!" The man's voice is high with panic, still fighting against the confines of the chair. "Now let me go!"
With a thud, the chair returns back to it's ruined state, and the spirit of the man is released. Jeongin lets go of your arm the same moment, and the only thing keeping you from hitting the floor are Minhos arms as he catches you. Before you think you'll pass out, you relay the information to Minho.
Keeping an arm around you, the two of you hurry back out to Minho's car. Jeongin is long gone, and a part of you feels guilty for making him use you like that. The last thing Jeongin wants to do is take your energy, and you practically forced him to.
"Stop thinking like that," Minho says sharply, leaning back as he exits the parking lot. "I can see it in your face. It's not your fault, and you did what was necessary."
"It doesn't feel right-"
"It never does." Minho sighs. "It never does."
After that, it doesn't take long for the two of you to get to the warehouse as Minho is practically speeding the whole way, even with it being across the city. Like the storefront, it's old and abandoned. The gate is broken, allowing easy access inside, and there's a door hanging off the hinges; someone has clearly broken in recently, probably to stay the night.
Dust assaults your senses once again as you enter the building. The inside is completely empty, high ceilings with small windows to allow light. On the other end is a door with a metal staircase leading up to it, and you assume it used to go to an office or breakroom. Minho curses at the space, running a hand through his hair as he walks further in. You can't imagine how disappointed he must be, knowing this doesn't help him at all in finding Jisung.
"Dammit..." Minho turns, exhaustion and defeat seeping into his features. "Let's just go. This place offers nothing."
You're about to agree, but look back into the dim room once more. Something by the stairs catches your eye.
"Minho, wait."
Walking closer, you make out the shape of a person descending the steps, and you immediately recognize him as the man you're looking for. Han Jisung stands at the bottom of he staircase, looking out to you with a sad look on his face, and your heart sinks. Minho steps beside you, shrugging.
"What?" He looks between you and the stairs, squinting. "There's nothing, let's go. We've wasted enough time."
As he goes to walk away, you grab his wrist, making him jolt back a bit. You let go with an apologetic expression, retracting your hand back to your body. Minho looks briefly offended, but then sees the mixed emotions on your face.
"He's here..." You say quietly, glancing back to the stairs. "I think he has something to say to you."
"No." Minho's voice comes out as a small gasp, and he shakes his head. "No, Y/n, no. That means- he can't be-"
"I'm sorry," You whisper, gently placing a hand on his arm. "I can help you communicate."
Minho looks away, bringing a hand to his mouth as he tries to collect himself. A few moments later, he nods. You both head to the stairs where Jisung has been waiting patiently.
There's not a single scratch on him, no sign of hurt at all, and it's strange. His hair is well groomed, and his clothes aren't wrinkled. Jisung can't keep his eyes off Minho as you approach, and you'd swear he's alive if it weren't for the way his hands don't quite touch the railing. He descends slowly until he's eye level with Minho, but Minho's eyes are still stuck on the stairs.
"He's right in front of you," You whisper, as though talking too loud will shatter the fragility in the air.
"Jisung?" Minho's eyes flicker down, and you see Jisung inhale as their eyes meet. There's a small, sad smile on his face.
"Can you hear me?" Jisung looks at you for a brief moment, then back to Minho, his smile faltering; you nod. "Tell him I'm okay, please."
"He says he's okay." You repeat, voice wavering.
"They did bad things to me here," Jisungs voice steels. "Tortured me for information, but I didn't tell them anything. It was too much in the end."
Hearing his story has your heart breaking for him, your eyes watering despite not knowing the man in front of you. Jisung looks down at his feet as you tell Minho what he's said.
Jisung's eyes find Minho again, his voice quieter now. "I tried to look after you. I'm sorry for what happened."
There's movement, his hand reaching to grasp Minho's. You hear Minho suck in a breath and look up to see his wide, blinking eyes staring back at Jisung, almost like-
"I can see you." Minho says bluntly, and Jisung laughs lightly, the sound echoing in the emptiness of the warehouse. "Why can I see you now?"
"Obviously, I missed you so much I brought you to the afterlife with one touch." Jisung teases, giving you a warm glimpse into their dynamic as Minho scoffs. Then, Jisung's smile begins to fade. "I think... I think the universe knows what time it is."
"What do you mean?" Minho says, although you know he knows by the expression on his face, the way he can't stop blinking.
"You know what I mean," Jisung says softly, giving his hand a squeeze. "You found me. You got closure."
"I can't-" Minho shakes his head. "Jisung, don't-"
"Shh," Jisung brings his free hand up to rest on Minhos shoulder. "We'll see each other again, hopefully not for a long time. I've seen the way you've been these past few years, the downward spiral you've been slowly going down. I want you to live, Min, I want you to fall in love with life again. I need you to."
Minho's throat bobs, then he's pulling Jisung into a hug. They stay like that for a few minutes, and you look away, feeling the moment is too private for you to be witnessing. Some words are whispered, ones you don't catch, then there's a sniffle and someone clearing their throat.
"Let's go." Minho is already turned around by the time your eyes find him again, already walking toward the exit. When you look toward the staircase, there's nothing but the lingering scent of something sweet.
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notes ~ i am SO SO sorry it's taken so long for a new chapter to come out 😭 i hope you guys still like it 😥 if you're on the taglist and have changed ur user, pls lmk so i can update it!!
synopsis ~ y/n starts getting messages from an unknown number after buying a used phone for cheap. as she finds out more about the boy she's talking to, it turns out there's much more to this than a wrong number --- he died, and she's talking to his spirit, yet he has no idea what happened to him. will y/n have what it takes to solve the mystery of his death? or will the boy's spirit remained trapped in his phone?
warnings ~ gen, blood, pregnancy/giving birth (not in detail), minor character death (does it count if it's a memory? lol)
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CH 6 - RELIVING THE PAST (3.1k + 2 screenshots)
You once again find yourself flipping the sign on the flower shop door to 'closed' as you wait for Minho. This time, you're waiting in the back room; you may as well get some work done to pass the time. Another order came in last night, right before close. Changbin almost refused it, but the way the person spoke convinced him somehow, he didn't elaborate much. It was a beautiful arrangement of deep, richly coloured black dahlias with monkshood for a purple accent, all neatly tied with a purple ribbon. Although you loved the end product, you couldn't help the sinister feeling creeping up your spine
There's a chill in the air, but when you turn away from your workstation, there's nothing. Of course there isn't, you're closed. What were you expecting, another ghost? Jeongin, maybe? A part of you was hoping to see Jeongin, no sign of him since the last texts, but you know he's spent a lot of energy seeing you so often. You stay turned around on your stool, leaning against your workstation as you close your eyes and exhale loudly. It's silent, save for a faint dripping from a leak somewhere in the greenhouse connected to the workroom.
Standing, you decide to take a walk through the greenhouse; it's been a while since you took some time to just be with the plants and relax, letting your fingers graze petals and leaves of all shapes, colours, and sizes. You stop at the end, noticing one bunch wilting right under the leak, and you look up. Changbin put an order in to get it fixed, but it's clear you'll need a temporary solution before it kills your iris plant. Although it should be just water leaking, so you're unsure why it's having this effect...
"Y/n? Are you still back here?" You can hear Changbin bounding down the stairs, calling your name. "Where'd you go...?"
"In the greenhouse!" You shout, giving one last look to the flowers before heading back inside. "I'm here."
"Minho is here, I told him to wait in the front," Changbin announces, shifting uncomfortably. You can tell he's unsure of Minho's presence, having not spoken to him in so long.
"I'll go bring him back here," You say, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Feel free to escape upstairs."
He scoffs at your light teasing, a small smile on his face. "I'll wait at the front desk in case you need me to toss him or something."
You laugh a bit at that, the image of Changbin picking up Minho and throwing him out of the store. The two of you enter the storefront, Changbin moving to sit behind the counter, and you moving to greet Minho. He catches your eye before you get too close, and you offer a smile; he nods in return and waits for you to lead him away. When you re-enter the backroom, you sit on your stool and lean against the wooden workstation, letting him choose a seat.
The workplace isn't huge, with your desk on one side and Changbins on the other, a small, rectangular wooden table in between to place finished works on. There's a bit of an overhang to the table on one end that flips up, a spare stool underneath that Minho slides out and sits on, mimicking your posture against the table behind him. You watch him move his head to look at the painted table, teal and chipping to match the rest of the room, the black tiled floor tying it together. His fingers brush over a raw spot, and you wonder if he has anything to do with the chunk of wood missing from that part of the table, knowing it's been there longer than you've worked here.
"So, this favour," Minho doesn't look away from the table as he speaks. "What is it?"
"I need you to look into someone," You clear your throat. "Find someone, really. My brother."
"You have a brother?" Now, his head shoots up toward you, and so do his eyebrows.
"Apparently," You shrug, barely holding his intense stare. "Maybe you could look into birth records or something."
"Maybe," Minho agrees, hand curling away from the piece of wood.
After an uncomfortably long period of staring at each other, you speak again. "So, what is it you need me to do?"
"Ah," Minho readjusts on the stool, crossing his arms against his chest and briefly looking away. "That, right. Can you use your abilities on command?"
"Not really-"
"Can you try?" He cuts you off, and you sense a hint of desperation in his voice.
"Is this about your partner?" You ask, squinting at him. When he doesn't reply immediately, you have your answer. "You want me to find him, don't you?"
"Not exactly. I wanted to bring you back to where he and I were undercover and find the people who took him." You give him a look to ask, why me?, and he sighs. "Everyone left, but three men stayed behind to finish me off when I came looking for Jisu- Detective Han, but clearly their plan fell through because I'm still here. If we go back, maybe you can see them and we can force them to tell me where they took him."
You blink at him. "Do you forget that I'm not a detective of like, any kind? Interrogation skills are not something I possess, and besides, why would they tell you literally anything if they're already dead? What are the consequences for them?"
All the questions you pose register behind Minho's eyes, you can see the gears turning as he tries and fails to come up with an answer, leaning further back on the chipped table. He looks down, smirking and shaking his head, and you want to take him by the shoulders and shake the rest of him. After more silence, he looks back up at you.
"You're right, they won't want to tell me," He says, standing from his stool and walking toward you. Minho places a hand on either side of you, resting on your workstation. "Which is why you have to bring your friend, Jeongin."
"What's he going to do?" You ask, trying not to get intimidated by the closeness of his face to yours, or the way his eyes bore into you.
"I'm sure he can think of something," Minho only backs away slightly, hands still caging you in. "Now, will you do it? This, in exchange for the birth records?"
You grit your teeth. As much as you want Minho to just help you, no strings attached, you know it's not fair, especially with something so big. With him no longer being with any kind of department, you're sure him getting caught snooping through those records would have him in serious trouble, trouble you got him into that wouldn't have happened if he never agreed to help you in the first place. This is the least you can do for him.
"Fine," You agree, voice low.
"Thank you," Minho exhales, finally stepping away from you, his hands finding his pockets again. "And I have a suggestion for your part, but I don't know how much good it will do if you can't summon your ability yourself."
"What is it?"
"Changbin told me you've been going to places to visit Jeongin's memories and essentially reliving them, why don't you try that for your mother?"
"Okay, hold on. You and Changbin have been talking again?" He shrugs, clearly not thinking anything of it, but you can't believe Changbin didn't tell you. "Whatever. What do you mean by trying it with my mom? Like, going back to the graveyard? Because I'm pretty sure there's a super angry spirit that lowkey controls the place, and I'm not trying to get all of my energy sucked up."
"No, but going somewhere she might have memories of you and your brother," He says, blinking at you.
"She died during childbirth, she has no memories of us." But then you clue in, eyes widening. "She died during childbirth... the hospital, maybe, where we were born! Oh my god, you're a genius!"
You want to jump up and squeeze Minho in a hug, but that's both unlike you and you think he'd threaten you if you tried to. Instead, you rub your hands on your thighs and take a deep breath, standing up to retrieve your bag which is hanging by the greenhouse door. Putting it over your shoulder, you turn and see not only Minho now standing, but Changbin in the doorway. Changbin is leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and a worried expression on his face.
"You're not going alone," At the sound of his voice, Minho turns around, but Changbin keeps his eyes on you.
"Jeongin will be there too, Bin," You try to reassure him, but you know what he's going to say next.
"I'm coming with you, no arguments," Changbin props himself up straight, hands on his hips. "You told me before the hospital is shut down, so it's gonna be hard to get in there and I'm not letting you do that alone after all the close calls you've had! Besides, you need someone cute to distract any security."
Laughing at his last comment, you move past him and head to the front door. Night is setting in when you walk out, a cold breeze sending a chill through your body as you unlock your car. Changbin locks up after Minho comes out and you watch him head to his own vehicle, Changbin watching as he comes down the steps and puts a hand on the passenger's side door. As Minho drives off, you look at Changbin, unable to read the mixed look on his face, but not wanting to press about it either.
~
By the time you reach the hospital, it's completely dark out, the moon high in the sky and obscured by clouds. There doesn't seem to be any security, surprisingly, but there is a big metal fence surrounding the perimeter. The once busy area is a ghost town, but you hope not literally, all the buildings closed down and boarded up with washed out signs offering a lease. Approaching the main gate, you see the bolt has already been cut, the chain very loosely put back in place, probably by some teenagers who wanted to explore.
An eerie feeling washes over you when you cross the threshold onto the property, immediately sensing the tragedies that had to have occurred here for it to be shut down only a few years after opening. This whole area was assumed to be cursed, making you even more nervous as you walked up the steps and gently opened the creaky door, Changbin right behind you as you go inside. There's been no sign of Jeongin all day; you hope he's okay. You're immediately greeted by a nurse, her pale complexion telling.
"Hi there, are you here to visit someone?" She asks from behind the desk, ghostly fingers running over the keyboard to a dead computer. "I'll check you in in just a moment, okay? Sit tight, you can sit on one of those chairs."
She waves to an area behind you, but there are no chairs, only empty space. When you look back to her, she's focused on the device in front of her and you can see the dark circles under her eyes and the way she moves her neck uncomfortably, wondering how she died. Perhaps her unfinished business is her job, all of the patients left untreated once the hospital closed. You also wonder why she's working the front desk when she's not a receptionist, but maybe things don't have to make sense in the afterlife.
After a few minutes have passed, she stands and exhales, plastering a tired smile on her face as she nods you over. Telling her your mother's name, she begins to lead you down several corridors until you reach the maternity ward, which is almost completely silent compared to the groans and moans you heard behind closed doors on the way over. Whether that's more unsettling or comforting, you can't decide.
"Here she is!" The nurse opens the door, and you look around the empty room. As soon as you turn back around, she's shutting the door quickly with that same tired smile on her face. You panic, rushing up to the door and trying to open it, but it won't budge.
"Let me," Changbin moves you aside gently, sensing your rising nerves when the door won't open, but it doesn't move for him either.
A noise from behind you startles you, turning quickly to see a woman in bed, a man holding her hand from the side and using a towel to wipe the sweat from her forehead. You immediately recognize your mother, and although you don't know him, you recognize your father as well. This is the first time you've seen his face, but the feeling of familiarity is overwhelming.
He's whispering encouraging thoughts into her ears and she shouts once the doctor at the end of the bed tells her to push, the sound of crying filling the room. Your mother has tears of her own starting to stream down her face, urging your father to take the baby from the nurse once she's done with him, a large smile on his face. Suddenly, the expression on your mother turns from elation to pain, and you can tell something is wrong when the nurse delivering the second baby calls for backup. As she's working, your mother's head lolls to the side, and a loud monotone beep sounds.
Now, there are doctors and nurses rushing around the room trying to save the baby and the mother, and you can't seem to tear your eyes away from the scene. There's a mass amount of blood pooling at her legs, no baby to be seen. Your eyes flicker back up when you hear the monotone beep turn back to normal, your own tears welling as you watch your mother open her eyes, but only for a moment until they're screwed up in pain again. The doctor is urging for a c-section, but she's already pushing before the decision is final, the other baby coming out in no time. She's breathing too heavily, shaking and sweating, and the baby doesn't cry this time. You watch her whisper something in her husband's ear, watch as he holds onto her sobbing when the line goes flat again, watch as he's pushed to the side to let the doctors work, and watch as the doctors slowly stop, announcing the time of death right as the baby cries.
Your father backs away when the nurse approaches with the second baby, telling him it's a girl, and he can barely even look her in the eye. He's holding the baby in his arms tightly, the one you assume is your brother, and shakes his head before his expression turns angry.
"She's cursed," He says, loudly enough to make you flinch. "I don't want her. Take her away!"
His voice raises with each word, and you shrink into yourself. Once the nurse backs away, you can see your father look down at the baby in his arms fondly, but there's still a hint of disdain lingering in his features as he cradles and soothes the baby's cries. As the nurse takes the other baby out, you watch her leave, and when you turn back around, the scene has changed back to what you walked into, nothing.
There are arms around you in an instant as you crumble to the ground, knees giving out under you and a loud sob heaving from your chest. You can't stop crying, hands out in front of you holding onto the floor and the only thing keeping you from curling into yourself is the hold Changbin has on you. It's like you can't breathe all of a sudden, the sobs rattling your body, drowning from your own tears. Eventually, you find Changbin has moved your back against him, rocking you back and forth until your eyes have run dry, but the soft hand that wipes the remaining tears away isn't his.
"Y/n," Jeongin says gently, taking your face in his hands. "Shhh, you're okay."
With the comfort of Jeongin and Changbin, you can feel your energy returning to you slowly. The memory still lingers in your mind as you hand Changbin your keys and let him drive you home, offering to stay the night. You stay silent, shaking your head and heading inside, catching Jeongin in reflections as you walk through the dark house. There's not enough strength in your legs to carry you to your room, opting to flop onto your couch instead. Your phone buzzes in your pocket, but you don't answer, closing your eyes and letting sleep take you.
~
Minho sits across from you at your dining table, leaning forward slightly. He's damp from the rain outside, his coat hanging on a hook by your door. Rain hits your window aggressively, wind howling and whistling. You're staring at him with wide eyes, trying to process his words.
"It's Hyunjin. Your brother is Hyunjin."
Jeongin is pacing behind you, the chair next to you skewed from when he stood up. It doesn't make sense to you at first, but then you start to really think about it. Your adoptive family lived in the same area, but you never crossed paths, and being kept in all-girls schools until you moved across the city now making sense. And your mother being buried there too, somewhere close to the both of you. Thinking of your father's rejection still stings, but you remember the look on his face as he cradled Hyunjin in his arms, the hidden contempt well masked. You don't want to think about the childhood he had.
"You're sure?" You ask, voice barely above a whisper.
"Positive," Minho keeps his voice low.
You remember the dream you had, back in a house you didn't recognize; the ruined family photos, the candlelit pathway, all leading to him. Hyunjin. And you realize something, something you should have thought of when you found out you even had a brother.
"He has the same ability, I think," You say, locking eyes with Minho, and you can hear Jeongin stop moving. You explain the dream quickly. "I think he's trying to figure out what happened to Jeongin too."
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notes ~ chapter !!!!!! woo !!!!!!!!! i am actually so excited to write the next one though, there's one scene i literally cannot wait to share aaaaa!!!!!
~ you're insecure after a failed shopping trip and your bf reminds you you're perfect to them
tags: talk about body image, insecure reader, green flag boyfriends, fluff, tiny bit suggestive
Hyung line || Maknae line
Chan:
Lee Know:
Changbin:
Hyunjin:
a/n: I went shopping today.. unsuccessfully.. so after I got grumpy about it, I decided to write about it cause I'm sure I'm not the only one dealing with these emotions while shopping. Listen to the kids tho, you're beautiful just the way you are 💕
A part 2 with the maknae line will come soon as well!
a/n: ITS FINALY HERE!!!! i went through a several year long writing slump,, but im finally back!!! thank you guys for the support and i hope you enjoy this as much as i did!!
Growing up with Hyunjin, you could only remember good things - if anything at all. When you were little, the two of you were practically connected at the hip. Whoever was around would quite literally have to peel you off of each other- you both cried every time. Your parents had become friends quickly, thus making you and the blonde the same way. You had played at each other’s houses all the time, watched shows while eating gummies, bathed together, and did whatever else your little imaginations would bring you. If you had baby photos, it was guaranteed that Hyunjin was in at least half of them. It was always “you and him against the world”, you remember promising him. Not much changed throughout primary school, your seemingly endless playdates at the park continued. When middle school rolled around, you got closer- sleepovers every weekend, study sessions which turned into tickle fights, and movie marathons was more than regular for you. And even with high school gnawing away at you, you still managed to pull your way through with him at your side.
Hyunjin was known well for his good looks. He’s practically a walking wet dream as a high school student. You didn’t think there was a girl who wasn’t head-over-heels for him at some point, he’s just that beautiful. Every year there were at least three girls that approached you, asking if Hyunjin was interested in a relationship, or what his ideal type was like.
Thus, at the beginning of your junior year, Hyunjin had managed to have his eye on someone.
“She’s pretty, don’t you think?” Hyunjin asked you with a tired face, the early autumn breeze swirling around your bodies as you entered the school building. “Who? That girl you like? What’s her name…” you trailed off, searching the depths of your mind to remember. Hyunjin mentioned her a lot, but you could never seem to recall it. “Minhee,” he reminded, his voice lowering so no one could hear him. “Thank you,” you nodded, hoping you’ll remember her name at some point.
She was tall; taller than you at least, with short brown hair around shoulder-length. She had gorgeous, shimmering brown eyes and a sharp nose too. Her skin was like porcelain; pale, and practically untouched. She was borderline flawless. Everyone you knew had a crush on her at some point. There was never a time where you didn’t hear Minhee’s name buzzing around the halls. She was pretty, and she was popular - everything you could want in a girl in high school.
And yet, with cold autumn breezes fading into the bitter frost of late October, Hyunjin had already devised a plan to ask Minhee out by the end of that semester. You loathed the idea wholeheartedly, never really trusting her even as she grew closer to not only Hyunjin, but to you as well. Although Minhee treated you kindly, you couldn’t help but be slightly wary of her.
He was going to take her to an ice skating rink, and then get them both coffee from her favorite shop nearby. “That’s the most important part,” he told you. You loved how observant and considerate he always was, picking up minor details that any other person would have deemed insignificant.
Hyunjin called you that night, preparing for his date with the girl. “My little baby is all grown up!” You laughed, sneering at your camera. What he wore wasn’t anything special, considering the bitter cold knocking outside your warm homes. But Hwang Hyunjin could make a potato sack look good, so it didn’t matter much. “Do I look okay?” He stressed, standing in front of his phone, looking at himself. He wore a black turtleneck with dark blue jeans, and a grey wool button down coat on top. His hair was its usual style; half of it tied into a loose ponytail with the rest of it resting above his shoulders. You stared at him for a moment, frowning. “What?” He asked, fear written all over his face. “Do I look ugly? Is the coat too much?” You couldn’t help but laugh at this, how he could even think for a moment that he, the one and only Hwang Hyunjin, could look ugly.
“I’m teasing you,” you said after calming your laughter. “You look amazing. Minhee’s gonna love it.” You smiled. “And regardless, its cold out! We can’t have our little baby getting sick!” You watched his face intently, his sweet eye-smile showing its way through the screen.
“Okay, I have to leave now.” Hyunjin announced, picking up his phone and holding it closer to his face. “I’ll tell you how it goes!”
“Have fun,” you smiled again, “Don’t get her pregnant!” You teased, before hanging up.
Hyunjin huffed, shoving his phone into his jacket before ushering himself out of his house and to the car. He flopped into the driver’s seat, typing the directions to his date’s home. He turned to look at himself in the rearview mirror once more, before shoving his keys into the ignition and driving down the street. It only took him a few wrong turns and a handful of short stops to reach her house. He smiled at the thought of being with her for such a long period of time. His phone buzzed once more, Minhee telling him that she was on her way. He smiled at his screen, quickly lifting his head to meet Minhee. She walked in an unbuttoned pink sweater over a white t-shirt with a rose bush on it, as well as light washed jeans and a pair of white boots. A pink beret sat neatly on top of her head, pulling the look together. Hyunjin exited the car quickly, meeting his date at the bottom of her stairs.
“You look wonderful,” he smiled down at her, guiding her to the opposite car door, opening it for her. She smiled, thanking him and sitting in the passenger’s seat. He joined her in the car, pulling out of the driveway and making their way down the street.
A few bruised butts and trips over the other person (and a few other skaters), their time spent at the ice skating rink was up. With shared laughter and light brushes of hands, they made their way into the dimly lit streets. Hyunjin’s body shivered, snowflakes finding their way into his hair as he sauntered down the street. “It’s so pretty like this,” Minhee spoke, her warm breath escaping her mouth and floating away with the wind. Hyunjin nodded, a smile forming on his face as he watched her. His gentle footsteps began to taper, leading him to a complete stop before he took out his phone. He pointed it towards his date, snapping a few photos of her admiring the setting. Hyunjin brought his phone down again, studying the photos he took with a small grin forming on his lips. “Hey!” Hyunjin’s head shot up, his eyes meeting a very upset Minhee. She jogged over to him with a playful smile on her face, a tinge of pink at the end of her nose from the bitter frost surrounding them. “You were just gonna leave me walking like that?” She laughed, peering over his shoulder to see what he was looking at. Her face softened, studying the candids he took of her. Hyunjin lifted his eyes slowly, drinking in Minhee’s features. He never noticed the light dusting of freckles across the apples of her cheeks, or the small beauty mark on the tip of her nose. He could feel his face heating up, the realization of the proximity of their faces finally processing. He swore his heart would’ve bursted out of his chest if it weren’t for his ribcage shielding it. “Its so cold, let’s find that coffee shop, yeah?” Hyunjin smiled, praying his voice wouldn’t falter. He began walking again, slipping his phone into his back pocket and wrapping his opposite arm around Minhee’s significantly smaller shoulders.
Minhee let out a small huff, with a cloud of steam following it as they continued walking to the coffee shop in the distance.
Hyunjin rubbed his arms vigorously, following Minhee inside. A small bell chimed, notifying the worker at the register that more customers had come in. The cashier’s head lifted above the pastry glass, a soft smile forming as the couple approached it. “Can I have a small iced americano please?” He asked, taking a step back for Minhee to see the menu, looking around. “And can I have a small matcha latte with steamed milk please?” The cashier nodded, typing in their order. Hyunjin payed for their drinks, and walked over to where Minhee sat. The walls were a soft pink, complimented by streaks of brown and white. Hyunjin watched Minhee, as she stared at the gentle white flakes whirling in the wind.
“Are you enjoying yourself at least? I hope I’m not boring you!” A sheepish smile crept onto his face. “Of course I am,” she replied, smiling directly at him. “I’m with you.” Hyunjin could feel a gentle blush crawl up his neck and onto his face. “I-I think they just called our drinks,” he said quickly, “I’ll go get them.”
Only a few hours later, you could’ve sworn someone died. Your phone was vibrating non-stop, interrupting the show you were watching. You snatched it off of your nightstand, staring at the screen for a moment. You tapped on one of the notifications, opening the continuous messages flooding your screen.
Hyunjin was telling you all about how he and Minhee were a couple now.
His excitement made you unbelievably happy. You smiled, typing a just as enthusiastic reply.
A small, melancholic smile crept onto your face.
But you knew how badly your best friend wanted this.
Just about a year had passed, and the familiar white snow was coating the ground once again. A cold shiver went down your spine as Hyunjin approached you in the bustling hallway. “Christmas is soon, what do you think I should get Minhee?” He asked you, slinging his arm around your shoulder. He was so warm. You still didn’t trust her much, but you learned to endure it. It was probably just petty drama from the year before. “Why don’t you get her some sexy lingerie? We all know you’ll get a rise out of it,” you nudged at him, snickering. You watched the way his eyes went wide, and a bright pink hue brushed across his face. The laughter bubbling in your throat only increased at his reaction. “..you’re not wrong,” he half agreed with you once your laughter calmed down a little bit. “But seriously, has she mentioned anything she’s wanted to see or something recently?” You asked, making swift strides with the boy still at your side. You and Hyunjin had made an agreement ages ago, to not get gifts for each other for Christmas, since the other always managed to get to it before it was actually time to gift them. “Actually, there was! She posted a ring she really wanted on her Instagram,” he recalled. “Isn’t it super expensive though?” You cringed, thinking of the price. It was pure diamond, nearly $1,000. Hyunjin shrugged. “It’s for Minhee though,” he reminded. He knew he could afford it. “I swear, im gonna marry her someday. I love her so much.” He was grinning like an idiot in love, which wasn’t too far off from the truth. A moment of silence passed before you spoke again. “If you’re willing to spend that much, then do it! I think she’ll love it,” you replied. He smiled at you, but more gently. There was a look of gratitude behind it. “Thank you,” he said. “For helping me.” You could hear the way his sincerity practically oozed from the way he spoke. Your heart squeezed at his words.
Hyunjin invited you back to his house after school, where you chased his chihuahua Kkami around the house for about an hour before flopping yourself onto his bed in exhaustion. Kkami followed you soon after, placing himself at the foot of his owner’s large bed. Hyunjin was sat comfortably next to you, unbothered by your stray limbs sprawled out around him. He was scrolling through the website that sold the ring Minhee wanted. “You’re really gonna buy it?” You leaned over him, looking at his screen. he shifted his position for what felt like the umpteenth time in the past five minutes. You couldn’t tell if it was from stress, or your palms digging into the mattress right next to him. “I want to, I’m just scared that she won’t like it,” he stressed, turning to you, who was now comfortably curled at his side. “Hyun, she literally said she wanted it,” you rolled your eyes at his doubt. Hyunjin smiled at the newfound nickname you’d given to him. “There’s nothing to worry about. She’s gonna love it.” He sat there, staring at his screen in thought for a few moments. Suddenly, his arms flung in the air. “Okay, I’ll buy it!” He declared loudly. Kkami’s head flew up, glaring at you and Hyunjin. “Sorry Kkami,” he reached over, patting the dog’s head to ease his poor nerves. He huffed, readjusting his position and facing away from the two of you, falling asleep as quickly as he sat up.
You were on your way to class when you heard an all too familiar voice behind you. Your head whipped around, searching the sea of people for the jogging boy’s face. He hopped his way up to you, ending with a dramatic huff and pose with his hair falling in his face. You smiled as you continued your walk to your upcoming class. The blonde brought his hand up to rake his fingers through his hair before speaking.
“Are you going to Sana’s party tonight?” He asked, watching people pass your figures as you sauntered down the hall. “Only if you will,” you shrugged, not caring much for parties unless you had familiar company. “Okay! I’ll pick you up tonight and we’ll go together, deal?” He clapped his hands together, like a child opening gifts on their birthday. “What about Minhee? Is she coming?” His head perked up at the sound of his girlfriend’s name. “She said she’d meet me there,” he stopped moving, reaching the door of your class. You gave him a confused look, waiting for him to continue. “She’s getting ready with Ryujin and Mina.” Your lips formed an o shape, nodding your head slowly in acknowledgment.
The end of your day went by smoothly. you huffed, dumping your remaining supplies into your locker, considering they’d be deemed useless during your winter break. Hyunjin greeted you right on time in front of your locker, leaning against the one next to it, watching you closely. You slammed your locker closed and slung your backpack over your shoulder before making your way out of the school with your gorgeous friend behind you. “What are you wearing?” He asked, pulling his car keys from his pocket. “To the party I mean,” he corrected himself. “I figured you meant that,” you said turning to him, plopping yourself into the passenger’s seat. “But I don’t know yet.” You sat for a moment thinking over your options. “I might just go in a sweater and some pants.” You shrugged. You were never really a party person anyway, nor did you really care enough to make yourself look over-the-top gorgeous for people you didn’t know. It’s not like you had that kind of attire anyway.
You decided on something simple to wear. It was a Christmas party after all. Downstairs, you could hear your front door close. “Y/N! I’m here!” Hyunjin called from the bottom of your stairs. You gave yourself one last look-over and decided you were ready for the party. You were greeted by Hyunjin’s lean figure at the door as you came down the stairs - looking flawless, as always. He smiled at the sight of you. “Ready?” He asked, grabbing the keys from his pocket. You nodded quietly, the two of you exiting your house together.
On your ride there, you could only think about how lucky you got with your friend. He was gorgeous, and unbelievably kind.
So why did he take such an interest in you?
The drive was short, only about five or ten minutes. You probably could’ve walked, but it was far too cold to go in what you were wearing. Different colored lights could be seen through the house’s windows, shining onto the lawn occasionally. It was huge. As you and your friend walked closer to the party, you could hear the buzz of conversations and music from inside. There were a few people littered in the yard, speaking quietly to one another.
Hyunjin swung open the front door, the smell of booze and people hitting your face like a train. It was so strong.
People greeted you and Hyunjin kindly, giving smiles and hugs. You didn’t know a lot of people there, but you at least knew the host.
The house was a maze, so you decided to take a seat on one of the empty chairs in the living room and scan the room. Most people were dancing, some were already blacked out. You grimaced, turning away. The party only started a few hours ago.
“Hey Y/N!” a girl’s voice broke through your thoughts. It was Sana. She smiled at you, pulling a chair closer to you. “How are you?” You asked, rather loudly. It was hard to hear your own thoughts when the music was so loud. “I’m pretty good, are you liking the party so far?” She shouted back. Your loud conversation continued for a while, until someone called Sana away. She smiled at you, disappearing into the crowd. More people came and went, making small talk with you before walking away again. Is this what parties are like?
You let out a sigh of near boredom. With a huff, you stood up.
You tried to make your way through the sea of people to the kitchen, where very few people lingered around the white marble counter. The music was quieter in here, easier to talk to people that way. There was a huge bowl of red liquid in the middle - presumably punch - and it reeked of alcohol.
You’re at a party, might as well get a little tipsy, right?
You reached for the stack of red cups and poured yourself a cup. Pieces of strawberries and cherries floated on the surface.
You recognized some of the people in the kitchen, looking around as you took a swig from your cup.
One of them was Hyunjin’s friend, Jisung.
“Hey Ji! How are you?” You smiled, walking over to him. He was talking with Changbin - another one of Hyunjin’s friends as well. His eyes lit up when he saw you.
“Y/N! Its been so long! It’s great to see you.” He said, wrapping you in a tight hug. “Hey, Y/N,” changbin smiled, watching you being crushed by jisung. when he let you go, you tried to catch your breath. Jisung doesn’t know how strong he is. “Jesus, you’ve gotten so much stronger since I last saw you.” you smiled, looking at his insanely large arms. “I’ve missed you guys so much!” You said, hugging changbin. The leather of his jacket made you shiver.
“Did you just get here?” Changbin asked, trying to make conversation.
“Yeah, a little while ago. I haven’t really seen anyone I know, so im glad I ran into you guys.” You smiled sheepishly. “Is everyone else here?” You were referring to the rest of their shared friend group. Changbin nodded, taking a sip from the can he held in his hand.
“Did you show up with Hyunjin?” Jisung started. You nodded, wondering about where the boy had run off to. You were only there for about an hour or two, and you’d only seen him when you entered together. “Yeah, im surprised minhee wasn’t insisting that they get ready together.” You tried to suppress your eyes rolling in annoyance.
“Maybe she wanted to surprise him with her outfit, girls do that, don’t they?” Jisung shrugged. “I guess, maybe im thinking too much into it.” Jisung and changbin nodded in agreement. “It was great seeing you guys, i’ll see you later,” you smiled, walking back into the sea of bodies.
More dancing. More booze. More laughter.
You finally ran into Hyunjin, after seeing him once since you arrived at the party. He said he’d been looking for Minhee. You didn’t know what she was wearing, making it harder to spot her in the house of people. you promised him you’d look for her. He frowned at your response, turning away to continue searching.
Many hours into the night, you found yourself a bit buzzed, mixing into conversations like it was nothing. You found yourself with Minho and Seungmin discussing who the hottest people at the party were.
You were way too drunk for this.
You reached for your phone, but its battery was dead. Of course.
You stood up, walking into the kitchen to find someone to take you home. minho called for you once, but gave up quickly. Luckily, chan was propped against the sink, staring at his phone.
“Can you take me home? Im really drunk.” Your words came out in one string of sounds. You were barely coherent. He looked at you with soft eyes. He nodded, wrapping an arm around you to keep you upright. “Where’s Hyunjin?” He asked, looking around. “my phone is dead, I don’t know.” You mumbled.
As you walked, you looked around the living room again, seeing at everyone. So happy. So carefree. Your eyes lazily scanned some faces until you finally caught a glimpse of an all too familiar one.
Minhee, in her champagne dress, giggling away. She was making her way to the stairs, sneaking away from the rest of the party.
“Wait…” you said, looking at the scene. Something wasn’t right, but you couldn’t figure out what exactly.
Chan swung open the front door, the frosty air hitting your body immediately. Goosebumps covered every inch of your skin. By the time you were in his car, your whole body was shaking from the cold.
“Here,” he said, reaching into the back seat. He draped a hoodie over your shivering body, hoping to warm you up. you smiled at his attentiveness. “Sorry it’s not much. You’ll be home soon.”
You thanked him in a whisper as he pulled onto the street.
You don’t remember much else from the night.
Hyunjin let out a sigh, closing his bedroom door and kicking his shoes off. He never found Minhee at the party. He texted her numerous times throughout the night, but all of them were left unanswered.
He was shocked when he felt his phone buzzing in his pocket. It was minhee.
“Hey,” he answered urgently, worried sick about her. “Where were you all night? Why didn’t you say anything?” He spoke again.
He was met with a sigh, and Minhee’s beautiful voice.
“Hyunie babe, can we talk?” Her voice sounding so sweet and kind. “I’m not doing this with you anymore. Can’t stand you, actually.” She sighed.
“What?” hyunjin’s voice was small and weak.
“Oh, how naive you are. You really couldn’t tell? Hyunjin, you mean nothing to me.” She smirked into the phone, her words spilled through it like poison. “But thanks for the sex and all the cash, I guess. this’ll be the last time I talk to you. So bye! Oh, and delete my number too-” The phone call ended with a click. He couldn’t listen to another word from her. he could feel a lump gather in his throat, and his eyes burn quickly.
Soon after, almost immediately, a video appeared in their messages. It was short, but more than long enough for him to realize what was happening. He heard her moaning - screaming even - another guy’s name. He could see her face so clearly.
He covered his mouth, trying so desperately to suppress his sobs. How could someone he loved so much do such an awful thing to him? Did he deserve it?
You awoke with a start, your phone buzzing incessantly on your pillow. Chan plugged it in for you when he took you home.
Not bothering to look at who was calling, you brought the phone to your ear, mumbling a lazy “hello” into it.
You were met with sniffling and choked sobs. The voice was familiar. Too familiar.
“Hyune?” You asked, sitting up. “Hyunjin, is that you?”
You were met with more sobs before a response. “Minhee..” He spoke, his voice shaking. You didn’t say anything, hoping he’d say more.
Then the four words that felt like poison filled your ears.
“She cheated on me.”
That’s when you remembered part of the party. When you were leaving, you saw Minhee going up the stairs. Is that what this was about?
“Hyunjin, I’m so sorry. That’s horrible. Should I come over?” Your words were laced with pity. Hyunjin didn’t answer. more sobs.
Without another thought, you slipped on a pair of shoes, and left the house. Hyunjin only lived up the block from you.
“Im coming, hyune,” you said promptly, throwing your phone in the passenger seat of your car. You turned the key and pulled out of the driveway with one swift move. Within a minute you were at his front door. the driveway was vacant, besides his black car in the back.
By this point, your phone was off and he wasn’t on the other end of the line.
You tried the door without thinking, knowing his house too well. It was locked. A pang of fear struck though your body. That wasn’t like him.
Being at his house constantly, you knew where the spare key was and snatched it from its hiding spot. You flung the door open, running through his house to find him.
“Hyunjin?” You called out loudly, your voice bouncing off the quiet walls.
You could hear his faint sobs across the house. “Hyunjin!” You yelled, running to his room.
He was screaming.
Not crying.
Actually screaming.
You opened the door gently, trying not to startle him. the lights were off and he was sat between his bed and the wall, curled into himself. your heart shattered at the sight.
“Hyune..” You started gently, walking over to his corner. He was still in his clothes from the party, just.. more disheveled. You sat down next to him while he held his head in his hands. he refused to look at you.
“Hyunjin,” you placed your hand on his back, rubbing slow, gentle circles into the fabric.
“What did I do wrong?” He sobbed, gripping his hair at the root. It looked like he was going to rip chunks out. You could feel his shoulders tremble with every sob that ripped itself from his lungs. The sobs turned into loud, labored gasps. He was spiraling.
“Hey, hey, look at me hyune.” You said, grabbing his hands gently. His glossy bloodshot eyes finally met yours.
“Breathe with me,” you said, taking in slow, deep breaths, trying to convince Hyunjin to follow. Eventually his breathing slowed and his sobs were reduced to quiet sniffles.
“what happened..? Can you tell me?” You spoke gently. He didn’t respond. He stared at you for a moment, before handing you his phone with a sigh. The screen displayed the final messages between him and Minhee. There, a video waited. You played it, and stopped it immediately. It was a sextape. You didn’t need to listen very long to know.
You were disgusted. How could she do something like that? Especially to someone like Hyunjin?
“You didn’t do anything wrong, Hyun. She didn’t deserve you.”
“No.. I just..I loved her so much.. why?” He choked, voice hoarse from screaming.
“It’s okay. I know it sucks right now, but things are going to get better. It’s you and me against the world, remember?” you smiled at him.
He sighed and shook his head. “No.”
You were shocked. “What do you mean?” concern laced your words.
“You shouldn’t have to put up with this…im sorry, Y/N.” He whispered, his voice unwavering.
“No, Hyunjin. I’ve been here since the start. I want to take care of you. I’m here for you.” You grabbed his hand tightly.
“It’s pointless, Y/N.”
“Not to me, Hyunjin. Not if it’s you.” Your hand made its way up his frame, playing with strands of blonde at the nape of his neck. “I’m on your side.” tears burned his eyes yet again, silently marking their trails on his cheeks. It was quiet for a moment.
“Promise?” He turned to look at you, breaking the silence. You stared at him for a moment, taking in his pure beauty. Even after crying for hours, he still looks just as perfect. Even with his puffy, disheveled hair and haphazard shirt, he was beautiful all the same.
“Of course I promise,” you smiled, hugging him tightly.
You stood up, holding out a hand to help him up. He looked at your hand and then up at you, and grabbed it tight.
“How about we just hang out for a little while? i can even start a shower for you.” You offered, brushing yourself off. he shook his head, declining the offer.
“I don’t have the energy to shower.” He said blandly, making the exhaustion evident in his voice. he slumped onto his bed, letting out a sigh.
“How about you change out of that and we watch a movie, hmm?” You looked at him. His eyes were closed as his body was sprawled out on the bed. For the first time in hours, he finally looked at peace. You walked over to his desk, covered in old sketches and poems, flicking on the lamp and watching it illuminate the room. you couldn’t help but see a familiar face sketched out in black and white on a crumpled sheet of paper. It was you. You could feel the undeniable heat creep up your neck and ears, and your heat beat just a little bit faster.
Your focus was back on Hyunjin, watching the light bounce off of his face. He was so perfect.
Now you too, were sat on the bed. You lifted his head gently to remove the hair tie holding half of the blonde heap together. Hyunjin groaned, reaching his hands up to scratch his scalp. He sat up after a moment, walking towards his dresser. He slipped off his button-down shirt and dress pants and swapped them for a t-shirt and a pair of sweats.
You were already under the blankets, preparing a movie for the both of you when he switched off the light. He joined you under the covers, just like he would have when you were little.
“We used to do this all the time,” you laughed, rolling on to your side.
“I remember,” he smiled. “My mom used to come up here and tell us to be quiet.”
Silence fell between you two for a while, your focus trained on the movie.
“It feels good to have you here, Y/N.” hyunjin broke the silence, staring at you.
You had propped your head up on your hand at this point, locking eyes with the boy in front of you.
“Im glad to be here. I wouldn’t rather be anywhere else but right here.” You spoke, genuine and sweet. He smiled, and turned back to the movie. You didn’t stop staring. He looked like he was carved out of stone by the gods. He was absolutely perfect.
“You are so beautiful, Hyunjin.” You spoke, so softly you weren’t sure he would hear you.
“So are you, Y/N.” He was now on his side, staring back at you. A blush crept its way on to your face once again, but under the blanket of darkness, he couldn’t tell. You moved your body closer to him, so you could lay on his chest. He welcomed your warmth and let you settle in before relaxing himself.
“You know I love you, right Hyunjin?” You looked up into his eyes from his chest. “More than anything.”
“I love you too, Y/N.” He whispered into your hairline. He left a gentle kiss at the crown of your head and began to play with loose strands of your hair.
“I’ll always be on your side.” You whispered to him, but he had already fallen fast asleep with you on his chest. This was peace. Not just for you, but for Hyunjin too.
guys… i’m finally wrapping up “your side;”…… ARE WE READY OR WHAT
I’m so excited to finally release this for everyone who has been waiting… thank you so so soooo much for everyone’s support i cannot thank you enough!!
a/n: i wrote this a while ago and got inspiration by my dearest friend @strawbrrychan
hyunjin x reader
genre: fluff
word count: 0.3k
11- how amazing you are with animals especially kkami the two things she loves most in the world getting along perfectly. he swears he’s in heaven
10- he loves the way you play with his fingers when your nervous or just bored
9- he still gets butterflies when your name pops up on his phone even after dating for months
8- he wants you both to go get your nails done together but he is too scared to ask
7- he knows how much you go through and he loves to listen to you rant as much as you hate opening up he will beg you until you give in
6- he absolutely loves when you braid his hair. he especially loves when you’ll put pretty clips in it
5- he absolutely loves your voice. singing, speaking, yelling, laughing, whispering, rapping for all he cares. he absolutely loves it. and when you talk to him before bed… it will put him RIGHT to sleep
4- your eyes. he loves your eyes. he could quite frankly get lost in them, he swears they sparkle. and he loves your glasses. he thinks you look so pretty
3- he loves your piercings and just like your nails, he wants to get some done with you
2- your style. he loves the way you look amazing in everything. baggy clothes, tight clothes, dresses, skirts , jeans doesn’t matter. you always pull it off
1- he loves you. though he doesn’t say it often and doesn’t like showing how much he does. he loves you. with all of his heart. he adores everything you do. the way you walk and talk and laugh and do your daily everyday things. making coffee, reading, making your bed. everything. he swears he sounds crazy but you seem to do everything better
a/n: sneak peak of a story i’ve been meaning to write for actually four years… hope you enjoy :)
bang chan x fem!reader
you let out a long exaggerated sigh as you looked down at the broken cracked sidewalk. you were only a few blocks from your apartment, but it was late and you were tired from school today. all you wanted was to be in bed watching your favorite show snuggled up in your blankets. you smiled at the thought. suddenly you were ripped from your snuggly fantasy as you looked down at the boy you stepped on. “shit can you watch where your going i’m already not having the best nigh-“ he started, before vomiting all of your shoes. “shit. i’m so sorry.” he said as you made eye contact. “oh uh you’re y/n right?” the brunette boy questioned looking up at you. “um. yeah.” you said looking to your left just trying to avoid the awkward small talk as he did just yak all over your freshly new uggs. “let me clean this up for you.“
“do i know you from somewhere?” you stared at the awfully familiar boy.
“yes we have biochem together. i sit behind you.” he gazed blankly at you, almost as if he was offended you didn’t already know who he was.
“ah i thought so…well what are you doing puking on people’s shoes at 10:30 at night?” you asked holding out your hand to help him up. he let out a small laugh ignoring your helping hand.
“don’t worry about it. i’ll see you around. oh and sorry about the shoes, i’ll repay you another time.” he gave you a quick head nod as he headed in the opposite direction.
you stood there confused as if that interaction had actually happened. yet the scent of his cologne mixed with the faint liquor has you drawn to his mysterious persona and you found yourself wanting that not to be the last time you spoke. and to your pleasure it wouldn’t be.
in honor of summer, can we have a beach day imagine with bang chan while the reader and him are visiting his family in Australia?
~ Coastline ~
I have been waiting for one like this 👅
pairing: Bangchan x f!reader
genre: fluff
word count: 400
warnings: none
chan woke you up by tossing a damp towel onto your legs.
“we’re leaving in ten,” he said, already in swimshorts and eating a banana. “mum made sandwiches.”
the beach was a short drive away—windows down, music low, his younger sister in the backseat arguing about aux. chan just drove with one arm resting on the window, sunglasses on, humming every now and then.
once you got there, it was the usual mess of towels, bags, and someone realizing they forgot the sunscreen. his family staked out a good spot, and within minutes, kids were sprinting straight into the water, yelling like it was the olympics.
you sat on the sand with your feet buried and watched chan get dragged into a beach game with his cousins. he was surprisingly decent, and only tripped once trying to catch a ball—blamed the ground, obviously.
“stop laughing,” he said, walking back toward you with a smirk, hair wet and sticking to his forehead. he dropped down next to you and shook water all over you just to be annoying.
you eventually went into the water, where he tried to teach you how to body surf but mostly just ended up getting dunked by a wave and losing one of his earrings 💔🥀 .
after a few hours, everyone regrouped under the umbrella, eating slightly squished sandwiches and salty chips. chan handed you a cold drink and nudged your knee with his.
“not bad, right?” he asked, staring out at the ocean.
you just nodded, biting into a sandwich that tasted like sunscreen and sand, but in a kinda ok way.
he grinned. “i told you aussie beaches were the best.”
i will write pretty much anything like reactions, imagines, dabbles , one shots, headcannons
i will mostly write about the groups i stan ( nct 127, stray kids, seventeen, the boyz ) but i can try my best to write about other groups i may not be familiar with!!
i write fluff and angst mostly but i can write whatever
i won’t write graphic smut but i will allude to suggestive themes and i will write makeout sessions
I WILL NOT WRITE HYBRID AUS.
i will absolutely not write about rape or any harassment, nothing involving minors or incest. i will also not write anything that goes along with non consensual acts.
a/n: this is from AGES ago but a friend and i were talking about old stories and i completely forgot about it!! i think it’s super sweet,, so enjoy!
“bye, love! i’ll see you later, okay?” you called behind you, walking out the large school doors. you smiled to yourself as you walked home, thinking back to how your boyfriend, felix, asked you to prom.
“y/n,” you heard a familiar voice whisper in your ear from behind you, as you swiftly made your way to your next period.
“come with me for a sec?” the boy said, grabbing your hand. you blinked at him for a moment confused, shutting your locker that was conveniently placed next to an exit. “lix, we have class-“
“so what? this is WAY more important. you’ll love it. besides, it’s lunch anyway,” he smiled at you, tugging on your sleeve. he looked at you with big pleading eyes, the look he knew you couldn’t resist.
“fine. where are we going?” you gave in, a smile creeping on your face.
“it’s a surprise.” he whispered, covering your eyes with one hand and guiding you with the other.
“are we almost there? my legs are tired.” you whiled, after a few minutes of walking.
“we’re here.” you could hear the smile in his voice. soon his hands were uncovering your eyes, blurred figures in front of you. you blinked at the scene a few times, your eyes adjusting to the light.
your eyes opened wide as your hands reached up to cover your mouth. felix had planned a picnic on the school rooftop for the two of you.
a small blanket decorated with dozens of his famous sweets sat there, along with your favorite ice tea, and some popcorn. not to mention the little hand-written sign that spelled out the word “PROM?”.
“felix!” you said looking at him in awe. “you didn’t have to do this,” he smiled at you, grabbing your hand and pulling you over to the blanket.
the two of you ate in peace, sharing loving glances at one another, giggling quietly.
you ran into your house frantically, searching for your dress. you burst into your room panting, your eyes darting from either side of the room. you let out a sigh of relief, seeing your shining cerulean gown, hanging from your closet door in all its glory. “you look wonderful in blue!” your mother always said to you. you smiled at the thought.
you walked into the bathroom quietly, switching on the shower. after all, you only had four hours to get ready.
you stripped off of whatever you were wearing prior, and jumped into the shower quickly.
you sat on your bed anxiety eating away at you, waiting for your phone to ding signaling felix had arrived.
you stated at yourself in the mirror from your bed, admiring the way your gown shimmered in the light.
you almost screamed, hearing your phone ding from your boyfriend’s message. your heart began thumping harder with every step you took, you were convinced it would have beat its way out of your chest, had you not been delicately wrapped in a corset.
“bye!” you called out to whoever remained in your house, shutting the door behind you.
you turned to face felix with a smile, brushing any hair off of your dress. he stood there, gawking at you from his car. a hand reached up to his mouth as he approached you.
“you look so beautiful baby,” he smiled down at you, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“don’t cry on me now, lix!” you giggled, pressing your head to his chest.
once you arrived at the school, you let out a shaky breath, turning to look at your handsome boyfriend. he was dressed in a blue suit tinted to match yours perfectly, a small flower delicately placed in his chest pocket.
“ready, love?” he smiled at you. you nodded eagerly, the music growing louder as you approached the school doors.
you danced nearly the whole night, in complete bliss with felix. he watched you dance your heart out, laughing the whole time. he never thought he could fall more in love with you until then.
once the night came to an end, felix promised to drive you home. you had planned to introduce him to your parents for the first time.
“what if they hate me?” he asked, parking in front of your house.
“lixxie, i promise you they won’t hate you. there’s nothing to hate. you’re an amazing person. and even if they do, who cares? i’m gonna love you no matter what, so what does it matter?” you smiled at him, taking his hand. “they’re gonna love you.” you kissed him gently.
you walked up your front steps, felix’s hand in yours, as he stood behind you. you knocked on the door, waiting for someone to open it. a few moments later, the door swung open to reveal a small woman, and a very tall man. you could feel your boyfriend’s grip on your hand get tighter.
“hey guys,” you smiled. “i have someone i want you to meet.” you turned to look at him.
“this,” you gestured to the tall boy next to you. “is by boyfriend, felix.”
a warm smile spread across your mother’s face, opening her arms to hug your boyfriend.
“he’s so cute, y/n!” she said to you.
“it’s wonderful to have your daughter as my girlfriend.” he smiled to your father, bowing politely.
your father even cracked a smile, calming felix’s nerves a little.
“come inside! you’re gonna get cold!” your father ushered the two of you inside. you sat in your living room, conversing with your parents.
“where are you from felix?” your mom looked at him.
“i’m actually from australia, i moved here a few years ago with my mom.” he answered warmly.
“okay okay, enough with the small talk,” your dad cut into the conversation. “y/n, go shower or something! let us talk to felix!” he waved you off. you turned to your boyfriend, and he nodded. you smiled, and walked upstairs. “don’t scare him away please!” you called from the top of the stairs, the smile evident in your voice.
“she really does mean a lot to me, i’m so grateful she came into my life. i don’t know what i would do without her. she’s my best friend, and i love her unconditionally. thank you from raising such an amazing person.” you heard felix speak. you leaned against the door frame silently, watching him smile, thinking of you.
“well we have an audience now and it’s getting late, thank you for bringing her home.” your father stood up. “you’re a good kid, felix. please treat her right.”
you smiled, seeing how much your parents liked him.
you walked him over to the door, stepping outside with him.
“thank you for tonight.” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“of course. i had so much fun. i love you.” he put his forehead to yours. you smiled, pulling him into a short kiss. you pulled away smiling wide.
“is that my hoodie?” he stared down at your outfit, a pair of shorts and a hoodie way too big for you. you smiled, nodding.
“ill give you more tomorrow if you want, okay?” he offered. he smiled, watching the way your face lit up. you nodded eagerly.
“GET A MOVE ON, LOVEBIRDS!” you heard your dad call from inside. you both let out a laugh, finally letting go of eachother. you said your final goodbyes, watching felix’s car pull away from your house.
you smiled, walking back inside.
you knew he’d be coming over in the future more often.
