❪ 融点 ❫ angst hanbin x f!reader 645 cw ノ attempted suicide (reader) not mentioned in a ton of detail but still please read with caution, bruises and needles (iv) mentioned, not proofread 〃 @lexeees for hanbin + save me, kill me for the 4k event ⸝⸝⸝ here i am writing angst for hanbin yet again big big sigh / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
You're asleep, softly snoring with your head propped up against the hospital pillow. Hanbin knows how uncomfortable the hospital beds are, so it wonders him how you look so peaceful lying there. When he sees you like this, he can almost forget about everything going wrong. Almost.
Because he can still see the tear stains on your face, and if he lets his eyes wander a little lower he'll catch the IV hooked up to your arm and the bruises that litter your body, and reality comes crashing back to him like ocean waves. Hanbin sometimes feels hopeless when he looks at you, because no matter how much love he pours out, it's never enough to change the way you feel about yourself or the cruelty that others treat you with.
Some days he blames himself, and other times he wishes he could burn the world down for all its done wrong to you. You don't deserve any of it. He's always thinking about the what if's and maybe's. What if he had done a better job protecting you? Maybe if he had stuck to you like glue he could have prevented the events leading up to this? But it's all in the past. It's all already been done, and there's nothing he can do except grapple with the aftermath.
At least you're still alive. At least he didn't lose you.
The nurse comes into the room, silent as she glances at the sad scene. Hanbin barely notices her presence, his eyes still trained to your sleeping figure, tracing every scar and bruise for the hundredth time, tears brimming that he frantically blinks back. He can't look at you for a second longer. It's too painful.
He excuses himself from the room as the nurse takes over checking your vitals and refreshing your intravenous needle. There's a 24 hour convenience store near the hospital, and Hanbin finds his legs leading him there without thinking. It's 2AM, and the store is deserted except for the clerk who doesn't spare him a glance. He roams the shelves, unsure of what to purchase until he sees the little candy packet. Your favourite since middle school.
He grabs five packs of the hard candies, a can of coffee, pays, and then leaves. He's grateful for the silence outside the hospital, although it leaves a lurch in his stomach. There's an empty bench near the front doors, so he takes a seat while chugging some of the coffee. You were admitted nearly twelve hours ago and Hanbin hasn't slept a wink since. It all weighs on him too much for his body to accept rest. Not until he knows you're okay.
He only lingers outside for another five minutes before wandering back up to your room. Nothing has changed. There's still the repetitive tone of the heart monitor. The IV is still distributing meds to you. Your body is still littered with marks.
He shrinks back into the chair beside your bed. His hand finds your limp one again and his thumb brushes gently over the bruises on it as if he could erase the marks they've left on you.
He still remembers how dread had flooded his body when he first got the call that you had actually made an attempt. The worry never truly left him, only lessened once he saw for himself that you were still with him. Losing you is one of his biggest fears. He doesn't know how he would live without you in his life. Without your smile or your laugh; without the feeling of your warm skin or the taste of your sweet lips. Your days are marred and dampened with darkness, but you still manage to be the sun to Hanbin. You still shine brighter than he ever could. He only hopes that somehow, he's also a source of warmth for you.
Sweet Spot ✓
smut, established relationship; 6k words
“Your lover has always become more honest when he is drunk. Tonight, after a night of drinking with his best friend, he shamelessly reveals that he could be daring as well.”
Press Play ✓
smut, established relationship, non-idol au, producer/artist!B.I; 3k words
“Though your visits to his studio have been quite rare during the busiest time of his life, it isn’t too surprising to have him asking for your help and for you to join him as he works late at night. You simply had not been expecting to find yourself fulfilling his odd request instead.”
What You Wanted ✓
smut, established relationship, first time; 10k words
“You have no idea how you ended up here. It all started with an innocent date, which escalates into something more. Something that is not quite so innocent. But he gladly follows your lead, always ready to give you everything that he could offer, knowing that—deep down—this is exactly what you wanted all along.”
Overdrive ✓
smut, musician/artist!B.I, manager!reader, friends with benefits au; 13k words
“As his personal manager who always works closely with him in both his professional activities and private matters, it has become one of your duties to cater to his needs, to always be on his beck and call, even if you have to put aside your own needs to please him.”
𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘
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After a particularly nasty injury and a year abroad, you go back to dancing, but it turns out that it’s still too difficult for you to trust someone else, even if it’s Sung Hanbin out of all people.
➳ Characters: dancer!Hanbin x dancer!female reader/you
➳ Genre: dance partners au, hurt/comfort
➳ Words: 2.5k
➳ Warning: mentions of injuries (sprained ankle, broken ribs, back injuries, blue and purple marks), period pain, hint at parental pressure, reader having flashbacks to her injury, reader's previous dance partner was a jerk
➳ A/N: This story was requested in my 1200 followers request event by the lovely @kukkurookkoo. Hope you enjoy it with all its angst! 💖
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You had always thought that injuries showed how excellent of a dancer you were. You had worn those blue and purple patches dotting your skin as a badge of honor, a testament to your hard work, to the many hours you put into practise, to the many falls you had taken and even more you were about to take.
You had always thought that you were invincible, an unbreakable diamond placed inside a metallic glass, strong and durable through and through. You had kept dancing even through muscle pain, period cramps and being sick. You had told yourself that this was the only way you could make it and cement yourself as the perfect dancer, the perfect performer and the perfect daughter.
Until your sickly twisted illusion had shattered into tiny pieces, and you had fallen into the darkness alongside your perfectly curated confidence and long-withstanding trust for dancing.
You were cautious when you met Sung Hanbin, but you were cautious with everything since your injury. Even though you wanted to start again on your own, not with a partner, it didn’t end well, so to hold you back from destroying yourself even further, your old dance teacher suggested joining one of her peers’ academy. You weren’t about to go back to the same one you used to attend, not when you could run into your previous dance partner any time, and see how fine he was when he had destroyed the one thing that you had worked so hard for.
So there you were, meeting your new dance partner for the first time who was said to be an ace, a boy who could defy gravity and push the boundaries of dancing with his excellent sense of rhythm and body control. One would think that he didn’t need a partner to shine if he was so good at what he was doing, but the teacher who paired you two up said that it was because he wanted to challenge himself given that he hadn’t danced with anyone before.
“Hello!” Sung Hanbin entered the practise room with ease and with the confidence of a boy who had been attending that exact same academy ever since he had started dancing. Compared to him, you must have looked out of place, masked anxiety laced with fear under that neutral expression of yours, but you held your chin up high nevertheless.
“Hello!” You greeted him back, eyeing him for a good five seconds when he walked up to you to properly introduce himself. Despite his reputation, there was nothing off-standish about him; he had worn-out sweatpants, sports shoes that had probably seen better days and an oversized white tee on, but it was the way he moved that told tales about the dancer he was. Elegant, fully in control of his every move yet relaxed limbs that were more defined than others his age.
“My name is Sung Hanbin. Nice to meet you. Please, take care of me,” he said it so eloquently, so perfectly as if he had been practising these lines over and over again, and bowed at a perfect angle out of respect. You wondered what the teacher had told him about you to act this way or whether he was generally this polite.
Either way, you shook off your questions and introduced yourself, reciprocating his gesture. He wore this genuine, relaxed smile that made you feel even more out of place than before. There was something about the way he looked so composed, so put together when you constantly felt like crumbling at the passing of a gentle breeze ever since you had come back from abroad.
He either didn’t notice your stoic expression or he thought that you were merely shy around strangers because he started talking about how excited he was to dance with you, and what kind of styles he had done before. Then, he asked about your side, and you were glad that the dance teacher came in at that moment because you weren’t sure that you could chat so easily about dancing. He might have been your new dance partner, but you weren’t ready to trust him.
The class went better than expected. The teacher probably took it into consideration that you had an on-and-off history with dancing in the past year because you didn’t start with a difficult choreography. The moves were loose, well stretched out to the rhythm of the song, and the first part didn’t involve any close interaction with Hanbin, only a part where you were standing in front of him and did the same moves in the opposite direction.
You monitored the two of you in the front mirror, and you could tell that the difference between you two were obvious, the way his muscles were ready to dance any given second and the way you were still a bit stiff, still just getting into it. Hanbin didn’t comment on it though, instead, he turned to you when the class was over and raised his hands for a high-five.
“We were good, weren’t we?” He flashed you a wide smile that not even the drops of sweat rolling down his cheeks could wash away.
You looked at him, trying with a smile, but you couldn’t get any words out, and maybe that was what pushed the boy to ask:
“Did I do something wrong?”
The way he asked was so sincere, so earnest, you had to look away to not see the genuine worry in his eyes because you didn’t deserve it. Besides, there was no use getting used to someone’s worry when they could hurt you anytime and not even apologise for it.
“Nope. It’s not you, it’s me,” you let him know before gathering your stuff and leaving him behind in the practise room.
Going back to dancing after taking time off due to your injury was like meeting an old friend: you were expecting to feel the same thrill, reminiscence about the good times together, but instead, all you felt was fear and anxiety over what could go wrong and how you could have messed it up so bad.
The only thing that helped you through this transition was Hanbin. At first, you were suspicious of him because he seemed too kind, too gentle, too positive, but after a while, you realised that was just who he was, and he wasn’t playing a part. Unlike you who had to put on your best act each and every time to not crumble like a sand castle swept away by the waves of the sea.
You were actually starting to feel more comfortable around him, something that you had not seen coming with your tendency to keep a distance from people since the injury, but then, the dance teacher decided to put a part into the choreography where you were supposed to spin out of Hanbin’s arms.
At first, you thought that you were fine. It had been a year since you had done that move, it was okay. It was supposed to be okay. There were no stairs around you after all, you weren’t even on a stage but in a practise room, and it was Hanbin beside you, not your previous dance partner. Yet, the flashbacks of that day, of that performance, of your injury came crashing down on you, and instead of spinning out of his arms, your legs stayed cemented into the ground, your left hand holding onto his right hand, your eyes closing in the meantime.
You heard your erratic heartbeat pulsating in your ears, making your head spin, your chest heaping up and down in a panicked manner. Your whole body froze in time, in the memory, in the past version of you, the one before you had gone through the worst year of your life. You were waiting for the crush, the excruciating pain in your leg, in your side, in your back. The needle-like feeling of the ache setting in, and the numbness that took hold of you afterwards.
You were waiting for all of it, and yet… none came. Instead, you heard Hanbin’s voice faintly, and both him and your dance teacher were around you when you dared to open your eyes. You didn’t even hear what they were saying, you merely held onto Hanbin’s hand while croaking out:
“Can we take a break… please?”
Your own voice sounded distant, unfamiliar, but as you broke through the remains of the flashback and heard your own words, the rest of the haunting feeling slowly faded away, and you heard your teacher’s answer clearly:
“Let’s finish class early today, and next time, we can talk about how to proceed with this part. Alright?” She suggested, her voice taking on a more gentle tone. She knew about your injury, so she must have sensed that you acted this way because of the flashbacks.
You bobbed your head, and once she was out of sight and you were sure that you stood on the ground firmly, you let go of Hanbin’s hand. The boy hesitated only for a short moment before he asked:
“What’s wrong? Is there anything I can do?”
You shook your head. No, nothing. No one could do anything to help this situation but you yourself, and you knew this, but still it was so difficult, and Hanbin… he deserved to know at least why you were acting this way. Even if you couldn’t word it, even if he couldn’t help it, you pulled your phone out of your bag and showed him the video of that performance.
“You aren’t standing in the centre,” Hanbin noticed right away, and you just hummed in agreement.
Before you had your dry rehearsal, your dance partner had been texting his girlfriend when you had been instructed about the position of the cameras and the lights and which sticker plastered onto the ground you should stand behind. He had done the dance routine with you, but when the time had come for the actual performance, he had chosen the wrong sticker though you had told him that he had been wrong.
“I’m never wrong. I’ve been dancing for longer than you have,” he had told you off and though you couldn’t have seen his expression in the dark because the lights had been off between the performances, you had a feeling that he had been furious. Thinking that it might not be that big of a problem, you had positioned yourself taking his starting position into consideration, not your rehearsed one.
Hanbin let out an exasperated gasp when the audience in the video did the same. You had been spinning out of your partner’s arms full speed even though you had whispered to him to hold on, but he had let go. Instead of saving both of you from falling down the stairs at the edge of the stage, he had foolishly let you go, letting you stumble down the flight of stairs in your high heels and thin, skin-tight dress. You had a severely sprained ankle alongside a broken rib and back injury. You had immediately cried out from the pain, and you saw Hanbin wince when he heard your voice through the recording.
The video came to an end right then and there, and there it was, the reason behind your step back from dancing, the reason you could only have theoretical classes during your exchange program for uni because you couldn’t actually teach a dance lesson when you were advised by doctors not to. The thing is, you could have chosen to go back on the year abroad opportunity, but you had been so sick of everyone treating you with pity, knowing that you had been the girl who had fallen down the stairs that you had chosen to go away. To run away.
If only coming back wouldn't hurt so bad…
“I’m so sorry. I can’t even comprehend how it must have felt, and…”
“It’s okay,” you cut him off, pocketing your phone. You had watched that video over and over again, so much that it felt like it had become a part of your identity. Ironically so, the last year had more or less taken dancing away from you, but it had given you this memory, something that now you carried with you wherever you went.
You saw the exact moment Hanbin’s calm expression changed, how it shifted into rage and frustration – so unlike him – that you embraced the storm before it even hit.
“It’s not okay. He shouldn’t have let go when he had seen the edge of the stage, he shouldn’t even have stood to the side in the beginning. What’s more, he should have reached after you, did anything, literally anything to help you break your fall, but he just stood there!”
You had screamed these sentences at the top of your lungs over and over again, but had never heard it from anyone, much less someone as gentle and composed as Hanbin. It surprised you so much that you found your facade slipping, cracking, breaking with each of his enraged words, your tears accompanying the downfall.
“You’re right. It’s not okay. It’s never been okay,” you admitted through the curtain of your tears, your voice breaking by the end.
Hanbin immediately closed the distance between you two, and put his arms around your fragile frame, shining some light onto the darkness, empathy onto the hurt, as he let you cry the tears you had been suppressing ever since you had come back to Seoul.
Time had seemed to stop when you had come back to Seoul after your year abroad. However, the more you let yourself break through the shield that the past had built around you, the more you realised that time didn’t stop, rather, it was you who made time stop by being stuck in the past memories.
Hanbin helped you make new ones, and by allowing him to guide you through your new dance journey, you began to trust him. Not just with the choreography, but with your past and your vulnerabilities. It wasn’t easy, but he was there to hold you, to be someone you could hold onto, and he was patient even when you momentarily built walls around you and your feelings.
Beside him, you realised that injuries were not an accomplishment, rather, something you should tend to as soon as possible, and let them heal even if it took time – the same applied for both physical and emotional injuries. Beside him, you weren’t terrified of falling because he held you steady and strong, his care for you just as unwavering as his support while dancing.
For the first time in a long time, you were willing to put your past behind you and start anew – in the moment, in the present, in the company of Hanbin.
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Why did it have to be a Daffodil? | Sung Hanbin x GN!Reader | Chapter 2
➤ Summary: After having become close friends during their first year of Highschool, Hanbin and Y/N have become inseparable. Highschool, college, adulthood, nothing would change the fact that they'd always be there for one another, no matter how much it hurt.
➤ Pairing: Sung Hanbin x GN!Reader
➤ Genre: fluff, angst, highschool au, college au, unrequited love, slight smut (In certain chapters, there will be warnings).
➤ Warnings: language, alcohol consumption, allusions to anxiety and/or depression, suggestive, Hanbin is bisexual. The ff was written with the perception of a Male!Reader in mind, but I will be using gender neutral pronouns. More specific warnings will be added depending on the chapter.
➤ Status: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 (Working) | upcoming
➤ Word Count: 6,7K
➤ A/N: Hello hello o/ I finally finished Chapter 2! I'm still struggling a bit when it comes to writing dialogues, but I'm hoping to eventually get better at it lmao. I was also thinking of potentially starting a taglist, so if anybody is interested please let me know!
Any comment or form of criticism is appreciated, even the smallest ones ^^
With that said, I hope you'll enjoy this chapter! Have a good day <3
“I don’t really get it…” The sunlight crept into the dim-lit library of the school, the evening sun bathing the school building, as it cast long shadows on the floor. It was a quiet afternoon, an eerie silence filled the room as most students had either already left to go back home or had made their way to their clubs’ buildings. Y/N could feel the warmth the wooden desk had absorbed from the sun against their skin as their head was resting on it.
Their eyes softened as they stared at the window. Y/N truly appreciated the tinge of orange the sky had been painted with as the sun was close to setting down. It made them feel comfortable, serene. If the desk itself weren’t so rigid, Y/N would have likely been able to fall asleep right then and there.
“What is it that you don’t get?” Another voice, this time female, made itself be heard as it interacted with the first one.
“How are we supposed to write a conjoined essay about happiness? We all have different ways to become happy…” The voice that had initially spoken did so again, replying to the second one.
“Mhhh…to be honest, I didn’t even know these types of essays were a thing. I think as long as we all agree with what ends up being written, we should be ok! What do you think Y/N?…Y/N?”
Raising their head in a similar manner to when they normally woke up, Y/N looked blankly at their two group members, before plainly speaking up.
“Yeah, sorry. That is fine by me. We could make a list of things that make us happy and then sort through that?”
When Mrs. Choi gave Y/N’s class a group assignment, Y/N wasn’t super pleased. They could be enjoyable of course, but having to rely on others when it came to their own grades, was not something Y/N was too pleased with. Not only because Y/N didn’t really want others’ poor jobs to affect them, but also because they didn’t want to disappoint classmates by possibly being the one to do a poor job.
Y/N felt like it mostly depended on who they’d be paired with, and while they couldn’t complain much due to having been put in a group with Mingi, they weren’t super pleased by the fact that Hyena was also in their group.
Hyena wasn’t an unpleasant person to be around, and she and Y/N had known each other for some time now, as they had attended the same class during middle school. On top of that, she had joined the dancing club in high school as a member, and Y/N had applied to become the manager of that same club, so they even spent some time together.
She was smart and was also generally kind, but Y/N couldn’t help but feel awkward around her. Y/N thought it was the case due to the fact that they were classmates during middle school, and thus she was aware of things that Y/N would have much preferred be forgotten, but Y/N couldn’t deny that they felt like Hyena felt disingenuous at times.Y/N knew that if the group had gotten a bad grade they would feel bad because of the fact that Hyena usually faired better, and even if she didn’t show it, Y/N could tell that she was bottling up her anger.
Each of them took out a paper and started writing onto it, and after a while, they all came to a pause unanimously. “As a first briefing, this should be good enough. We can share our papers and decide where to go from there.” Hyena suddenly stated, it was out of the blue, but she seemed to be in a rush. Y/N noticed Mingi raising his eyes to look at her in confusion. The young girl must have noticed as well, as her expression quickly morphed into an apologetic one, giving an attempt at a smile.
“I’m sorry, it’s just that I can’t skip out on practice or I won’t be able to keep up with the others. I don’t know if first years will be included, but we have an upcoming tournament soon!” She quickly explained.
Mingi hummed in response, and Y/N lightly nodded before opening their mouth to speak. “We’ll keep on working a bit more. I know the water bottles in the dancing club building are about to run out, tell the others I’ll bring some when we’re done.”
Hyena nodded and bowed to the pair before she left the library.
“I skipped baseball practice too though…” Y/N chuckled at Mingi’s tone of voice, although they could understand Mingi’s frustration as they had decided to take a day off of club activities to get started with the assignment as soon as possible. “I had already warned our Club leader about the fact that Hyena and I wouldn’t have been there today, but I can understand why she’d want to keep up with practice.” “Oh, I understand her reasons as well, and they’re called Sung Hanbin.” Mingi sarcastically added. At that statement, Y/N couldn’t help but turn their head towards Mingi, focusing all of their attention on him.
“What do you mean?” Mingi raised an eyebrow at that question, making Y/N feel even more curious. “What do you mean what do I mean?” Y/N narrowed their eyes as they tried to focus more, but they genuinely could not think of anything. “Are you for real?! You can always tell when Alice is interested in someone though?” “But what does that have to do with this…?” Mingi paused for a second to take a glance at Y/N, proceeding to laugh at their cluelessness. “Hyena likes Hanbin. Or at least I’m pretty sure that’s the case. She always follows him around and laughs to every single thing he says…why do you think she started sitting with us at lunch from time to time?”
Y/N was dumbfounded by this information. They tried to think of such an instance, but they really couldn’t think of much. It was true that Hyena had been sitting with their group more often than she did before, but Y/N thought it was all just a coincidence. It was weird, Y/N prided themselves in being quite observant to people’s behaviors. If they were to pay attention to someone, they would usually be able to at least read them a bit. To be honest, Y/N had become comfortable enough with the group of friends they had formed to the point of not really needing to care about these kinds of things, but to be completely unaware of it? How could their gossiping soul miss such a detail?
Then again, maybe Mingi was just wrong; Sung Hanbin had a lot of charisma, it felt normal to Y/N to pay him a lot of attention. He always spoke in such a honey-laced tone of voice that nobody would be able not to get lost in his speeches.
Even as he danced you’d end up too mesmerized by his moves, your eyes wouldn’t be able to stare at anything else. One would be simply glad to be able to spectate such a scenery, and it truly made Y/N happy; they even thought about whether or not to put it in their list of things. Y/N would describe him as a mythological Siren, just…kinder and not as hungry for humans.
Y/N hummed to themselves. “I think you’re just reading too much into it…” It was now Mingi’s turn to tilt his head to the side. “Pay attention to it next time we’re all together, you’ll see what I mean.” As the conversation died down, the two went over the material they had gathered, and while they couldn’t really come up with something that really contained all of their ideas, they were at least able to write down a general introduction to their essay that in their opinion was pretty good. Mingi sent a file version of it onto the group chat they made.
The two picked up their things and made their way out of the room, concluding that they had done a good job for the first day of work. Y/N was a serial procrastinator, but because it was a conjoined effort, the sooner they began the better.
Y/N accompanied Mingi to the school’s gate, as his mother had come to pick him up. “I’ll see you tomorrow!” He waved at them, and Y/N waved back.
Y/N’s gaze then moved up to the sky; it wasn’t that late, but the sun was almost completely gone and the scenery had darkened. Y/N noted to themselves how there weren’t many clouds.
Autumn was about to be replaced by Winter the same way it had previously replaced Summer.
Wrapping their arms around their body to warm themselves up, Y/N made their way back to the main building. As the manager of the dancing club, Y/N had access to the storage room key, where they went to pick up the stash of water bottles for the club.
They were heavy, and Y/N’s physical capabilities were lacking at best. They took quite a few breaks, but eventually they managed to get to the dancing club building’s doors.
The noise of shoes swiping across the floor could be heard from outside as well. When Y/N initially joined the club, they found that noise to be unnerving; it rang in their ears, and it made focusing on anything impossible. Three months had passed since that moment now, and eventually Y/N had gotten used to it, their mind alienating said noise whenever it came into play.
Y/N opened the door, and made their way inside. There were a bit more than a dozen students that were practicing, an unpleasant smell of sweat filled the room, followed by multiple pantings once the music stopped playing.
It was surprising how focused all of them were, nobody had really even realized that Y/N were there up until their voice called out for them.
“Anybody wants a bottle?” As if they were a savior descended to Earth in order to save them all, literally every single one of the club’s members turned in their direction, eyes fulfilled with hope. “Y/N! PLEASE!” One of the students, Hyunjin, immediately ran towards them as they saw them, a hint of desperation clouding their tone of voice. Y/N’s expression became perplexed, their eyes wandering throughout the room, analyzing every face in the room, spotting many exhausted looks.
Once they landed on the dance club’s leader, Y/N immediately understood why. “...Minho Hyung is not letting us go until we perform the choreo perfectly…he’s a monster…” Hyunjin cried out quite dramatically as he clinged to Y/N’s side.
Y/N lightly patted his shoulders, before turning around to face the club leader.
Minho had a name for being quite reserved and direct with people, but also very kind to anyone who treated others with respect. When it came down to dance practice though, there was not a single mistake that went past his scrutiny, and he would do his best to have everyone improve, even if it became very difficult to keep up.
As the Manager of the club and as a younger student though, Y/N could experience all the positives without any of the negatives.
“Senior, it’s getting quite late and a majority of the other clubs are already empty. I know that the tournament isn’t far away, but if you keep on straining yourselves, by the time you’ll have to participate, you’ll look like ragdolls.” Y/N’s voice came out quietly, although it was imposing enough to convince their club leader to let the others rest. He sighed as he agreed to let them go home.
“Get freshened up and pick up your things, you did good for today.” He simply stated as he moved to get one of the water bottles Y/N had brought in. Many others did the same, picking up a water bottle before moving to the changing rooms.
Y/N could hear footsteps coming from behind as they were handing out bottles left and right.
“Our savior…” A pair of arms wrapped themselves around Y/N’s stomach, a figure leaning closer into their back before proceeding to nuzzle their head in the crook of Y/N’s neck. “...I swear, you’re one of the few people Minho Hyung listens to.” A familiar feeling washed over Y/N, who didn’t push away the other, despite the fact that they hated sweat in all of its forms. “Sung Hanbin…you’re drenched in sweat.” Their tone of voice was firm, but there weren't any signs of irritation in it.
Hanbin let go of Y/N, taking a step back and smiling as the other offered him a bottle of water. “Thank you.” “How was practice? You don’t look that tired considering that everyone else looks like they’ve been through war.”
To be fair, it was very much true. Hanbin was out of breath as well, but he didn’t look any worse than he normally would have, and even though he was very much sweating, that only made him look better somehow. Y/N bit into their own cheek as they realized how frustrating that was.
Hanbin simply chuckled. “Minho Hyung can be tough during practice, but he’s a very good teacher. We’ve improved quite a bit though, I’d say it was a productive day for us. What about your project? I thought Hyena was a part of your group?” Y/N nodded in return. “Mingi and I kept on working on it. I feel like we’ve done a good enough job for today…besides, there is still an entire week ahead of us, so I’m not too worried.”
Y/N paused for a second, their gaze fixed on Hanbin’s figure as he took a sip of water from the water he was handed. Their mind began cycling back to what Mingi had told them about earlier in the day, about Hyena and her liking Hanbin. Y/N couldn’t help but admit to themselves that indeed, Hanbin was quite attractive. They couldn’t have blamed her for falling for his charms, yet for some reason Y/N refused to conclude that her liking him was true.
Just as they thought of that, Y/N could spot the girl they were thinking about coming towards the pair. Her cheeks were flushed because of all the physical activities she had to endure, yet she smiled kindly. Y/N went to pick up another bottle to offer to her.
“Thank you!” She mouthed as Y/N gave her the bottle, proceeding to drink off of it. “No worries. Oh, by the way, Mingi sent a document of what we have done so far in the group chat, read it whenever you have some time and let us know what you think. She nodded “Will do, thank you and sorry I couldn’t stay throughout the whole thing!” Y/N shook their head. “It’s all good, I understand that practice was important.” The girl smiled back at them, silently thanking Y/N for their understanding of the story.
As Y/N turned around to go store the water bottles that remained into the club’s storage, their ears perked up as Hyena’s voice resounded behind them. “You did really well today, Hanbin. Your moves always look so…polished, it’s beautiful really. I truly wish I could be as good as you. I’m sure you’ll be chosen to be on the team for the tournament if you keep this up!” The young man’s hearty laugh followed. “Don’t say that…you have improved quite a lot yourself! You should be proud of it, I’m sure that all of the seniors have noticed how much effort you’re putting in!”
Y/N walked in the storage’s direction, but as they did so, something was telling them to stay put in order to listen to what was being said.
‘Listening in on others’ conversations is not something you do, Y/N.’ They reminded themselves as they scrapped the idea almost immediately. But was it true? Was that something Y/N wouldn’t do? Maybe they should have stayed still just for a little bit, there was no harm in wanting to confirm something.
Y/N sighed as they cursed themselves and Mingi for having put weird thoughts in their head. As they walked away from the two, Y/N could hear the pair complimenting each other continuously.
Was Mingi right? Did Hanbin maybe like Hyena too? Y/N felt embarrassed by their own scandal-loving tendencies.
Y/N felt their phone vibrating within the pocket of their pants. Alice had messaged them, telling them that her volleyball practice was over. Y/N hummed to themselves, their fingers moving to digit a reply back to her.
<<I’m at the dancing club. Waiting on Hanbin. Do you want me to wait for you outside?>>
Her response was almost immediate. <<Way too cold lol, I’m coming in.>> Y/N sent a thumbs up before putting their phone back into their pocket.
Minho wasn’t a huge fan of people who weren’t members of the club entering the building without a reason, but in the past three months, he had been overwhelmed by Alice’s energy to the point where he had gotten used to it. The fact that she was Y/N’s friend also helped.
As they left the room, Y/N couldn’t see Hyena or Hanbin anymore. When they asked where they went, Hyunjin told them that Hyena had already made her way out of the club, while Hanbin had told him to warn Y/N that he had decided to take a quick shower. They nodded in response, and went to sit onto one of the benches as they waited for Alice and Hanbin.
<<I bought you snacks for tonight.>> A message from their sister came. <<Thank you <3>> Y/N had asked their family if Hanbin could have stayed over for the night, as they wanted to have a movie night, not having to wake up early the following day due to it being the weekend. To be honest, asking at this point was just a sign of respect, but they knew that their family was already aware of the fact that Hanbin would have slept there that day.
Since the two had become neighbors, they started spending a lot of time together. Hanbin was overjoyed after having discovered that, and because he also had to get the bus back home, he began sitting next to Alice and Y/N. Y/N had also gotten very close to Matthew, and Jisoo and Taerae went to the same club, and he also loved playing video games, just like Mingi, Alice and Y/N, so the two groups of friends became close quite naturally.
Starting from having lunch together, Hanbin and Y/N ended up spending so much time together that not finding them in the same place while lessons weren’t a thing seemed almost impossible. They usually studied at each others’ homes, and during the weekends they would have sleepovers. It had become a habit for their families as well, to the point where they too had turned into friends due to how often they’d see the others’ child.
Y/N found that weird initially. Hanbin was popular among his peers; everyone appreciated his personality, he was an extrovert and was very likable overall. He was also talented at whatever he did, and was generally smart too. It truly felt like he had it all. For him to be so fixated on the idea of becoming Y/N’s friend…it was weird. But Hanbin managed to win Y/N over basically immediately. Y/N themselves couldn’t tell why, but Hanbin’s presence was almost magnetic to them.
Hanbin managed to come into Y/N’s world, break it down and recreate a better version of it, one where Y/N themselves could feel happier about. Hell, Y/N used to dislike physical contact with people, but Hanbin managed to change their mind pretty quickly.
Y/N might have joked around with Hanbin, telling him that it was tiring to live with as much positivity as he did, but truthfully, they were glad to have met the young man.
A buzzing of voices caught Y/N’s attention, leading them to raise their head in that direction. Before they did though, Y/N could already tell who it was. That voice was far too familiar not to recognize it by now.
“Senior! I was looking for Y/N!” Y/N felt second-hand embarrassment by witnessing Alice’s interaction with Hyunjin. It was so blatantly obvious to them that their best friend liked the blonde man, be it her tone of voice or the way she started fidgeting with her fingers around him, Y/N could ALWAYS tell when Alice liked someone. It could be described as a super power of sorts.
It did puzzle them as to why they couldn’t do the same with others; that way they’d know whether or not Hyena actually liked Hanbin.
Their friend’s upbeat steps preceded her voice as she got closer to them, whispering. “Is he still looking at me?” Y/N’s eyes looked past her, in order to check if Hyunjin was actually doing that or not. “NOT LIKE THAT!” Alice’s unlikely whisper scolded them for directly checking that out. “...You can’t look at him or he’ll know…” She went back to an actual whisper. “He wasn’t looking.” She sighed.
“Hyunjin is quite handsome, but he’s pretty chill. Quite goofy too. You shouldn’t let a man have that much control over your emotions…” Y/N spoke plainly, their tone clearly teasing Alice. “It’s not my fault…pretty men are my weakness.” She retorted dramatically, holding her chest as she posed.
“Isn’t the sweat a turn off? Dance practice was really tough today, I’ve heard.” “Are you kidding? It’s even better. Oh goodness. Am I sweating? Did he see me sweat?”
Before they could answer, Y/N felt someone slide ride next to them, putting one of their arms around Y/N’s shoulders.
“I doubt he would have cared, Hyunjin Hyung isn’t the type.” Hanbin’s wet hair stuck to his forehead, a couple of droplets falling off of it.
“Do you think so, Hanbinnie?” He simply chuckled in response. Before anybody could get another word in, Alice began waving at every single club member that passed by, all of whom greeted her back.
She had become a sort of mascot for the club.
“I hate to break it to you, but we need to rush to the school gates. The bus will be here in 5 minutes.” Y/N called out to the two. They nodded and all quickly made their way to the bus stop, making small conversation in between steps. Alice’s volleyball practice was also tough. Most schools’ tournaments were around the same period of time, so it made sense to Y/N that their practices would all become tough.
The bus ride back home was very quiet. The sky had darkened, there weren’t many clouds left and it seemed like it was accompanying the world to rest as well. Hanbin and Alice were both very tired, their bodies ached, and Y/N understood that they might not have felt like talking. Alice’s voice denied that thought though. “What movie will you be watching tonight?” Hanbin, who sat in front of her, shrugged. “We haven’t decided yet.” “Are you sure you don’t want to come?” Y/N asked.
“I wish. My parents and I will have lunch with my grandparents tomorrow.” “Didn’t you say your mother was making budae jjigae today? I thought that was your favorite.” Hanbin stated, clearly taunting Alice.
“You’re on thin ice, Sung Hanbin. First you steal my best friend, then you attack me with food…this isn’t a good look on you.” They all chuckled, and Y/N clinged to Alice’s side jokingly. “You don’t have to be jealous, Hanbin is just a fling. It’s nothing serious, I promise!” “I’m a FLING?! I thought we were endgame, Y/N, ENDGAME.” The rest of the ride was filled with jokes and laughter. It was pleasant.
Y/N and Hanbin said goodbye to Alice as they got to her bus stop, and after that they too arrived at theirs.
“Your hair is still wet, aren’t you cold?” Y/N asked. Hanbin was now wearing comfortable clothes he wore after the shower. Y/N had told him that if he wanted to, he could shower at their place, but Hanbin insisted that it was fine.
Y/N didn’t really agree, mainly because they loved getting in front of the fireplace after a shower when the climate was cold.“I’m ok, although I am kinda looking forward to your mother’s budae jjigae to warm up…” “Oh you have no idea how hungry I am right now. I’m only hoping she started making dinner already.”
The pair quickly walked to Y/N’s house, and as they went to open the door, a wave of warmth and comfort overwhelmed them. Y/N had come to the conclusion that there was no better feeling than coming home after school, especially in the evening.
The two didn’t even the time to step into the house, D/N’s waltzed out of the building to their direction, barking loudly while wagging its tail. “We’re home!” Y/N stated loudly for everyone to hear. They kneeled a bit to pat D/N, who was happily looking for attention…up until it noticed that Hanbin was also there, which prompted it to completely ignore Y/N and go cheer for the young man, who returned its attention with just as much cheerfulness.
“Traitors…the both of you.” Hanbin chuckled, and they all made their way into the cozy house.
The pleasant smell of soup invaded their nostrils, relieving them as that meant that Y/N’s parents had already started making dinner.
“Welcome back!” Y/N’s sister’s voice was the first to greet them, as she was already in the hallway. “Hanbin! How was school?” “Noona! It went well, there wasn’t a lot to do today. How was your work day?” Y/N’s sister sighed. “As good as it could be, meaning not that well. I wish I were still in school like you guys.” She chuckled and then proceeded to make her way to her room.
Y/N led Hanbin to their room, where the pair left their school supplies and bags before walking back downstairs and entering the kitchen. Y/N’s mother was cooking, while their father was setting the table up. Y/N could feel their eyes lighting up the moment they saw Hanbin. “See? They love you more than they do me.” Y/N commented statically, to which Hanbin laughed.
“You guys came just in time, dinner’s about to be ready in 5 minutes at most!” Y/N’s mother told them, as Y/N’s father started putting the side dishes on the table.
They asked the typical questions you’d ask someone who had just come back from school. Hanbin and Y/N would reply, with Hanbin asking a few questions back, but really, all they could focus on at the moment was the food.
Hanbin moved to go help Y/N’s father in setting up what was left to set up on the table, meanwhile Y/N called out for their sister to come join them.
They soon sat around the table, and started to enjoy Y/N’s mother’s cooking. “Mrs. L/N, your budae jjigae is always the best.” Hanbin exclaimed as he took another spoon full of soup. Y/N found his way of filling his cheeks with food as he bit into it quite cute; it always reminded them of a hamster.
“Aw, you’re always so sweet, Hanbinnie! I wish someone could be more like you…” She said, eyeing both of her children. “We’ve been living with you our entire lives. You know me, if your food wasn’t good, I would have already escaped from this household.” Y/N joked, their mother replying with a simple ‘mhm’.
Dinner proceeded smoothly, there weren’t awkward questions from their parents, which made Y/N breath a sigh of relief, as they could be a bit…invasive at times.
Their father kept on pushing for Hanbin to eat more, which was a habit they were all used to whenever someone visited them for lunch or dinner.
“What should we watch later?” Hanbin asked as he finished his plate. “I’m not sure, I’ll take a shower after dinner and in the meantime you can look up to see if you find anything on streaming platforms. We basically have them all…” Hanbin nodded, his eyes’ hues bright as the warmth of the soup had also reached his cheeks, giving them a natural blush.
Y/N noticed their own gaze lingering on him for a second too long before they caught themselves and went back to their soup.
As everyone finished their meal, they all helped cleaning the kitchen, and as they were done, Y/N moved to the bathroom in order to take a shower.
The urge of remaining still under the jet of warm water that hit their skin was strong, especially considering how cold the weather had gotten, but Y/N knew that they couldn’t keep Hanbin waiting for long.
Hanbin likely wouldn’t have minded considering how used they had gotten to be at one another’s place, but it still felt rude.
Internally groaning once they were done, Y/N left the warmth embrace of the shower’s water, only to be hit by an immediate freezing breeze that made their whole skin shiver.
Y/N’s red bathrobe aided in fighting the cold, but it was only after they got in their pajama that they managed to stabilize their body temperature to a comfortable degree.
When Y/N got to the living room, Hanbin had already found the time to change into his own pajamas. He had taken his usual spot on the couch, and had made himself cozy by wrapping himself in a red plaid that Y/N’s mother usually used as an extra layer of sheets during winter if the weather got too cold.
Hanbin’s cheeks were of the same color as he scrolled through the various shows and movies that the streaming platforms presented.
The table in front of the couch had been filled with various snacks, both sweet and savory, and two cups of piping hot tea completed the ensemble.
Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the sight.
“Have you decided what to watch?” Y/N could feel Hanbin jolt up, his gaze turning towards their figure. The young man didn’t speak, seemingly taking in Y/N’s presence for a few seconds.
He stuttered. “Uh-I…I was thinking about a classic…what do you think about ‘Beauty and the Beast’?...” Y/N sat on the couch next to him nodding. “Sounds good, I’m down.” “Your mother gave me this…” Hanbin unwrapped himself from the blankets, offering them to Y/N, who happily grabbed its hems.
Y/N made themselves comfortable, and soon enough, they started playing the movie. Aside from a few comments they made from time to time, the pair remained silent throughout the majority of it.
Hanbin usually had a lot of energy, and was capable of bringing out a similar type of energy from others as well. He was very much an extrovert, capable of making friends in a matter of minutes. While he did help out Y/N become more comfortable around people though, Y/N knew they weren’t anywhere close to Hanbin’s levels.
In the past, Y/N could mainly pretend to be ok around people, but mainly thought about what to do once alone most of the time.
Since Hanbin breached into their life, they had gotten used to actually spend time with people while enjoying said time…still, Y/N remained very much an introvert, and needed their time alone.
Thankfully though, despite Hanbin usually being full of energy, he knew how to respect Y/N’s needs.
It was a comfortable silence, they didn’t need to talk to enjoy their time together, they didn’t need to be constantly at a 100. Y/N really appreciated that aspect of their friendship.
As the movie progressed, the two got more and more tired. They naturally ended up coddling one another, Y/N leaning into Hanbin’s side as he allowed them to rest their head on his left shoulder and part of his chest.
Y/N’s fingers traced maps into Hanbin’s skin, making him feel more and more comfortable as time passed.
An outsider who didn’t know them could have mistaken them for a couple, but they felt like it was a common thing for friends to be that close. Y/N knew that their friendship was not something to take for granted, they were fully aware of it.
Their relationship with Alice was similar, but different at the same time.
Y/N didn’t really know how to explain it, they just felt that way.
By the time the movie was over, Y/N’s parents and sister had already gone to bed. It wasn’t that late, but they were just those types of people.
The snacks were almost completely depleted, and the cups were long emptied. “Classics are difficult to beat.” Hanbin stated lightly, but with a somewhat proud tone of voice. Y/N chuckled. “That’s true in most cases, yeah.”
They didn’t move, savoring the comfortable presence of the other. “Do you want to go to bed?” Hanbin asked with a soft tone of voice. He didn’t seem tired though.
“Do you want to?” “It’s up to what you want to do.”
Y/N’s head turned to face Hanbin, a glint of malice sparked in their eyes. “You know what time it is?” Hanbin smiled almost instinctively at Y/N’s words. “No, what time is it?”
Y/N jumped upwards, detaching themselves from Hanbin to face him. Their legs were crossed as they leaned to the side to pick up another piece of milk chocolate to munch on. “IT IS SHARING SECRETS TIME!” Hanbin bursted out laughing. “I knew you would say that!” Ok, maybe Y/N did like gossip a little bit, and they couldn’t blame Mingi for having awakened those tendencies, since they were already there. They didn’t really care about bad-mouthing others, but their thirst for others’ business was quite huge. To the point where their whole group of friends knew that at some point, Y/N would start asking random questions just so that they could know the answer. No matter how dumb it was.
“You start!” “Of course I do.” Hanbin laughed once again, to him, Y/N’s predictability was cute. “What can I share if we’re always together anyway?” “I don’t know, anything really…Oh.” Hanbin tilted his head to the side as he felt as if Y/N had come up with something to ask. “What do you want to know?” He asked.
“Um….” Y/N started speaking, although they didn’t really know how to question what they wanted to ask without it coming off as a bit weird.
“Hanbinnie.” “Mhm, that’s me.” “You know how you’re really popular around school…” Y/N was trying to climb onto mirrors in order to avoid being direct. “I wouldn’t really say that…but go on.” “A lot of people admire you, you know?”
“They do?” “...So I was thinking…do you…maybe…perhaps…mayhaps…” Hanbin couldn’t handle it anymore, moving to grab Y/N’s hands to shake them as rapidly as possible. He spoke again, his tone of voice still holding a cheerfulness in it. “L/N Y/N, for the love of God, cut to the chase!” Y/N whined at that. “...Is there someone that you fancy?”
Hanbin was dumbfounded by that question. His mouth formed a small ‘O’ shape as he tried to formulate his words. Y/N was interested in many things, but romance wasn’t usually one of those. “...Not really, no. Why do you ask?” Y/N hummed at that response. They were somewhat comforted by that. Y/N thought that when people get into a relationship, it becomes more difficult to see them.
“No reason, I thought that since you’re well-liked, there would probably be some people who see you as a potential partner.” Y/N was confident that their tone of voice wouldn’t have let out the true reason as to why they were asking.
Y/N didn’t want Hanbin to think Hyena liked him like that if that weren’t the case, it would have just caused confusion.
“What about you?” This time it was Hanbin’s turn to ask, Y/N felt a shiver run down their spine. They didn’t know why, but it felt like Hanbin had a sudden change of behavior; he seemed much more serious.
“What about me?” “Do you like someone?” His response was immediate, no second thoughts. Laughters came naturally. Y/N found that question dumb; Y/N wasn’t really popular, nor were they particularly attractive in their eyes. They weren’t really smart, nor good at sports. They weren’t funny, nor were they mysterious enough to be considered interesting. Who’d be interested in a relationship with someone like that?
“Yeah, that ain’t ever gonna happen.” Hanbin’s features relaxed, as his expression went back to a smile.
“I’m far too busy supporting you and the club to think about those things.” Y/N proudly stated as they held their hand on their chest. Hanbin chuckled. “You know, Minho Hyung said that I have a very high chance to make it in the team for the tournament…” Y/N’s eyes brightened as Hanbin said that. “WHAT WERE YOU WAITING FOR TO TELL ME?!” “Sharing secrets time?” Y/N paused for a second before laughing, lightly hitting Hanbin’s arm, only to then wrap him in their arms.
“...Congrats, you’re doing amazing…” Y/N knew how passionate Hanbin was about dancing.
They knew how much he cared, and how happy he must have been for that.
Hanbin hugged them back, nuzzling his head in the crook of their neck. “Thank you for always pushing me to do my best…” “What do you mean? I didn’t do anything, it was all your hard work…and it paid off!” “You did more than you think…” Hanbin’s voice came out almost as a whisper. It surprised Y/N.
Hanbin could be cheesy at times, but this time it felt different.
“What do you-” Before Y/N could finish their sentence, a loud roar exploded in the night. Initially, it came slowly, a single boom. Multiple ones then started following. They increased in numbers again and again, until their sparkles could be heard continuously.
“...No way.” Y/N’s expression became more and more excited as they realized what was going on. Their body acted before their mind; they grabbed Hanbin’s hand and rushed through the hallways of the house, until they were in front of the door to open it.
As they did so, the two were met by the sight of arcing fireworks litting the sky ablaze, painting rainbows of starlight into it.
Some shot straight up before exploding, others made swirls to create spirals, others shattered into thousands of sparks, and others tumbled like a shower of colorful lights.
Y/N couldn’t stray their gaze from them. They were hypnotized by those lights in the sky, lights that combined themselves with the stars that were lit ablaze in the vast sky to create the most magnificent picture one could think of. Their mouth was opened in awe, as they smiled as genuinely as they could have ever smiled.
Hanbin appreciated the beauty of the spectacle as well, although the picture he was admiring was a different one.
Y/N turned around, meeting the other’s eyes and smiling at him. They were still holding hands, enjoying the comfort and warmth they shared with that simple gesture.
‘What is Happiness?’...it was a difficult question, but Y/N would have answered by describing that exact moment.
warnings: nothing really, just hopeless kids in love
summary: writing a love letter to him
a/n: ive never written anything like this before, I'm actually pretty proud of it. please lmk if it was alright 😓😓
*y.i: your initials
you were always a pen-and-paper person.
you didn't like typing down reminders or to-do lists, you preferred writing them down. there was just something so special about writing to you. probably the way you'd have to shake your pen occasionally because you ran out of ink. or the satisfaction you gain when you scratch out a completed task.
which is probably why you're standing in front of sung hanbin's locker, holding a carefully sealed envelope, decorated with hearts and small stickers you found stuffed deep in your desk drawers.
sung hanbin was truly not real, you thought. there was no way that man was real. he was just too good to be true. the adorable smile, the way he helps everyone around him, how he never got mad, how generous, smart, and nice he is. not to mention, he is incredibly handsome as well. it's no joke, everyone was in love with him. which is one reason you were always too scared to ever confess.
but if there was one thing you were confident in, it was your writing. you figured, since you can't form proper sentences in front of him, why not pen down your thoughts in the form of a letter instead? and that's exactly what you did.
you made sure no one was watching you and slipped the envelope into his locker. you breathed a sigh of relief and made you way to your next class.
after you were gone, hanbin made his way to his locker after basketball practice. he opened it and was startled to see a blue-colored envelope fall out. he grabbed it off the floor and opened it. he thought it might have been mistakenly placed in his locker, but instead was surprised when he read the first two words.
dear hanbin,
it was addressed to him after all. although he was tired and sweaty from practice, he was curious. he continued reading the letter.
dear hanbin,
my heart is racing with a mixture of excitement and nervousness, there are so many words i've been wanting to say to you for years, and i finally have the chance.
from the moment i met you in middle school, when you lent me your pencil because i forgot mine, i've liked you. who knows, maybe its love?
your smile lights up my darkest days, and you have never once failed to make me laugh. every interaction, no matter how small or big, is etched into my memory, replaying over and over again like a broken record. i've admired your kindness, your intelligence, and the way you effortlessly make everyone around you feel at ease.
i want you to know that my feelings for you have not faded with time, if anything, they've grown stronger.
i understand that this letter might come as a surprise, and let's be honest, life's unpredictable. but i couldn't hold back my feelings any longer than i already have. whether fate leads us down a path of togetherness or friendship, i just needed you to know the truth that has been in my heart for so long.
no matter what your response may be, i'll respect it. no matter where life takes us, know that you'll always hold a special place in my heart.
with love,
y.i ♡
he smiled to himself as he read it. just as he was closing the letter after re-reading it over and over again, he saw some text in the back which made him laugh.
do you like me?
□ yes □ no
no pressure, you don't have to tick anything right now :)
sorry that's kinda creepy isn't it
i should probably stop writing...
he grabbed a pen and ticked the 'yes' option, quietly giggling to himself.
genre: fluff, angst, comfort, childhood best friend, non idol au
warnings: crying, Hanbin picks reader up, stress, anxiety, reader is the same age as Hanbin.
wc: 803
author’s notes: I just found this drafted up in my notes from two years ago!! I decided to edit it further and write it for the one and only Sung Hanbin!!
It was finally a Saturday evening, which could only mean one thing; it was time for your weekly sleepover with Hanbin. The weekly sleepover was something that had begun not long after you guys had turned five, with your parents being friends you and Hanbin were destined to become best friends.
You’d been stressed out by the upcoming university exams so a sleepover with Hanbin was something much needed (even though you had one the week before). Sleepovers usually just consisted of destressing from the whole week, and updating each other on anything new in your lives all while cuddling together on either of your beds. Since the age of five, the pair of you were used to sharing a bed at these sleepovers and it was no different now, 17 years later.
Every week, you would hang out with Hanbin’s sister as well, baking delicious sweet treats, before you and Hanbin headed off to his room to enjoy them and your delicious takeaway that you picked up on the way to his house. Hours passed with the two of you cuddling and watching kdramas.
Having had a day full of classes and assignments, Hanbin was exhausted to say the least. In fact he was so exhausted, he quite literally fell asleep within the first ten minutes of the latest series you were watching together. It was almost midnight so it was understandable, however even after laying in the dark for what seemed like an eternity, you were still laying wide awake.
You rolled over to check the time on your phone which lay on the bedside table. The clock read that it was around three in the morning. You quietly and slowly shuffled out of the bed and headed down stairs, hoping to make a warm mug of cocoa to coax yourself into sleeping whilst watching whatever random show was on at this time on a low volume.
For what felt like only a half hour you sat on Hanbin’s couch in the living room, wrapped up in a blanket that you had found on the back of the couch. The mug of warm cocoa lukewarm but almost gone, however sleep was still avoiding your very soul. You were focused on the kids show that had just started on the television that when you felt a hand gently rest on your shoulder, it startled your poor soul. You turned behind you to see the figure who rested their hand on you - it was Hanbin with an adorable sleepy smile gracing his natural lightly blushed face.
As soon as you turned around to face him, his smile dropped and a look of worry replaced it. He rushed from the back of the couch to crouch in front of you. “Hey bubs, what's wrong? Why are you crying?” He asked, the worried tone evident in his voice. You hadn’t even noticed you had been crying until he mentioned it, but now you could feel just how dried out your eyes were and how stiff your face felt. You looked past his crouched figure to the time displayed on the microwave, which read 06:13. From your estimations, that meant you had been crying for around three hours.
With the peachy skies becoming more prominent as the minutes passed, the look of pure exhaustion and dejection also became more prominent to Hanbin. Both of you had an unspoken agreement that if the other was sad or tired, you were to give them a hug and transfer any good vibes and positive energies to the other through such physical contact.
Hanbin immediately wrapped you tighter in the blanket, and his arms before picking you up in the bundle you were already in and carrying you up to his room. He placed you gently down on the bed, telling you to stay out for the next five minutes while he disappeared.
After the five minutes passed, Hanbin’s hands came from behind the door first, each holding a mug of presumably hot cocoa. He placed one in your hands before walking around to the other side of the bed and placing his on the table before settling in next to you. He shuffled closer to you and lay your head on his shoulder whilst you drank your cocoa. There was something about his caring presence and the warm cocoa, that you began to fall asleep, mug still in hand. As soon as he noticed, he removed the cup from your grasp and gently slid you both down the bed, you head now laying on his chest as he turned his bedside lamp off and tucked the blanket around you as best as he could with one arm.
The steady beat of his heart lulled you into a sleep where you finally felt safe away from all your anxieties.
pairing | high school crush!ngô ngọc hưng x f!reader
genre/cw | slight angst, fluff, idol au, trainee au, attempted kidnapping, reunion, police, fainting, medical emergency, fluffy end
wc | 1.1k
notes | none
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It was a typical trainee day for Y/n. She danced for ten hours, sung for two, and had little to no breaks in between. Chasing after your dreams really did come with a cost. She just never thought it would be this exhausting.
"Y/n, maybe you should go home a bit early today. You look exhausted," her best friend and fellow pre-debut trainee, Daesong, suggested.
"No I'm okay," she panted, chugging water to rid herself of the nasty headache she had.
"No, I agree with Dae. Go and get some rest. You need it," Jia smiled.
"Fine," Y/n sighed, slinging her duffel bag over her shoulder before exiting the room.
She did her absolute best to avoid any dance instructors on the way out. They'd tell her to get back to practicing with no sympathy whatsoever. And she avoided them sucessfully. But now the real challenge: walking home.
It wasn't like she had some boyfriend to protect on her late night strolls. She was always armed with pepper spray and what she had learned from her self defense classes. And not only were people a problem, but herself. She was so tired and drained of her energy that she could barely walk in a straight line.
All Y/n thought about was her next step as she walked the three miles back to her apartment. And yes, her company refused to escort her. How professional. The dark city around her seemed so frightening. She never knew if someone was just waiting in a dark ally to taken her away.
A cold wind blew, causing her to grab her jacket and pull it tightly around her. She stopped in her tracks when she felt that someone was behind her. She turned around, but nobody was there. She shrugged and kept moving forward. Her apartment was getting closer.
~~~~~
Hanbin hummed along to one of his favorite songs as he walked down the cold and dark street. As he did, a certain girl caught his eye. And if he was seeing things right, it was Y/n. She was his friend in high school. He stopped and debated crossing the street to get to her.
Suddenly, a man in a black hoodie came up behind Y/n and grabbed her. She writhed and screamed in his hold, trying to break free. But nobody was there to help. The streets were empty. Hanbin was the only one who could save her. And that, he was going to do. He ran across the street as fast as he could and tried to pry Y/n out of his grip.
"Hey kid, back off," the man seethed, as Hanbin successfully removed Y/n from him.
"No, you stay away from her, you sick and twisted bastard," Hanbin growled as he stepped in front of Y/n protectively.
The man was about to lunge at Hanbin when some blue and red lights shined in his peripheral.
Hanbin smirked as the police detained him. Then he turned to the damsel in distress. "Are you hurt?" He asked, taking her hands in his, scanning her arms for injury.
Y/n looked up at her savior and her jaw dropped. She would've recognized those starry eyes anywhere. Instead of a verbal answer, she hugged his torso tightly. "Thank you Hanbin."
His cheeks flushed when he realized she remembered his name. He hugged back and closed his eyes, missing his hugs from Y/n. "Of course."
"Excuse me, sorry to interrupt a tender moment, but what exactly happened here?" The policeman asked, and the two immediately detached.
"This man attacked her, and I pulled him off of her," Hanbin explained.
"Is this true?" He asked Y/n.
"Yes. This is Hanbin, and he's my friend. He saved me," she smiled.
"Okay well if there's anything else we need to know, we'll talk. Have a nice day," the policeman smiled and walked back to his car as his fellow policemen arrested the man.
Hanbin was confused when Y/n began to lean on him. "Hanbin, I don't feel so good," she whimpered, before losing consciousness. Luckily, Hanbin caught her.
"Wait!" He called out to the police before they got in their cars. "I need help! Somebody!"
~~~~~
Y/n's eyes fluttered open and she realized she was no longer on the streets, but in a hospital bed. "What... what happened?" She thought aloud, rubbing her eyes.
"You passed out last night after I saved you from a random creep, remember?" Hanbin chuckled from the right side of Y/n's bed.
"Oh, right," she sighed.
"How are you feeling?" Hanbin asked with much kindness in his eyes.
"Better," she smiled with a tilt of her head, which Hanbin found a bit too cute.
"You know uh... the doctor said you passed out from exhaustion. What did you do to exhaust yourself, Y/n?" He wondered.
"So you do remember me too," she said, earning a nod from him. "Well, I'm a trainee for Pledis Entertainment and I've been a little overworked I guess," she shrugged. "But it's been like this for the past three years so, you know."
"There years?! Why haven't you left?" He was confused.
She sighed. "Because they told me nobody else would want me anway. This is my last chance to follow my dreams and debut as an idol, Hanbin. My last chance," she looked down.
His heart went out to her. He was an idol, but he remembered how tough the trainee days were. "Y/n, I'm an idol now, and I remember how hard it was to be a trainee. But nobody should be overworked like you. I think you should join my company," he suggested.
"Your company?"
"Yeah, Yuehua Entertainment. They've been really good to my group and everyone else under them. And they're always looking for talent. I bet they'd like you," he blushed.
"How would you know? It's not like you watched me in dance class, did you?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Well," he scratched the back of his neck.
"Hanbin! You are bad," she laughed.
"I couldn't help that I had a crush on you!" The words slipped out of his mouth unintentionally.
"You know, you should've just asked me out, I woulda said yes."
