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[shuajunice]

my way | Y.J.H

Pairing: model!jeonghan x model!fem!reader Summary: Maybe this would've made a great rom-com... if only everyone was reading the same script. Jeonghan never wanted to be the antagonist in someone else's story. He just has a hard time getting rid of the weasel who's determined to stand in the way of his love life. Warning/s: a steamy make-out sesh, everyone is a model in this fic, this is gonna be a long one Note: This is part of my you seem pretty sad for a girl so in love series! Like maggots for brains, I switched it up. Hope u guys don't mind! :> Song: my way by olivia rodrigo

drop dead | stupid song | honeybee | maggots for brains | u + me = <3 | my way

MAIN CHARACTER SYNDROME

Life is great if you're living in Joshua Hong's shoes.

He's handsome, ridiculously wealthy, charming, funny, effortlessly polite, and one of the most sought-after faces in fashion. Ask anyone who's ever worked with him, and they'll only have good things to say. So when Prada announced that Joshua Hong would be headlining their latest campaign in Milan, the entire production team couldn't have been happier.

Upon his arrival on set, everyone erupted into cheers. Joshua's eyes lit up with excitement. His grin widened. Being greeted so warmly never failed to brighten his day. He hugged everyone and even greeted interns who were seeing him for the first time.

"That's Joshua Hong. Take care of him." The makeup artist said to the intern, who nodded quickly.

"Oh, Maria. Don't scare the poor girl! I'm not a monster." Joshua chuckled lightly and turned to the intern. "Hi, I'm Joshua. What's your name?"

"S-Sophie," the intern said nervously. Joshua smiled gently and shook her hand.

"It's nice to meet you. No need to be nervous, okay? I'm just me." Joshua said.

As soon as he walked away, Sophie accidentally dropped a clipboard. Joshua immediately bent down to grab it for her. "I got it. Is it your first day, Sophie?"

She nodded, embarrassed. "Yeah..."

"Mine, too." He handed the clipboard back.

She blinked. "...Really?"

"No," Joshua grinned. "But now you're smiling. Please relax, Sophie. I promise to make it easy for you on set. Nothing to be nervous about."

"Oh, Joshua Hong. You are not just you." The creative director rolled their eyes. "Everyone wants you!"

"Yeah!"

"You're THE Joshua Hong, after all!"

"I saw your Jaeger campaign last week!"

Joshua looked around and smiled at the people praising him. He basked in the attention they gave. After all, life is great being in his shoes.

He waved them off shyly. "Oh, stop it." Joshua looked at everyone and smiled, "Well, keep going."

The room burst into laughter before everyone drifted back to their stations, the usual pre-shoot jitters replaced with easy smiles.

"Has everyone eaten?" Joshua asked with a slight frown. He noticed that the crew looked tired. A chorus of "no" broke Joshua's heart. He immediately turned to his assistant. "Giovanni, let's order coffee for everyone."

Giovanni's eyes widened. "Everyone?"

Joshua only nodded in response. Giovanni quickly pulled out his phone and called the number to Joshua's go-to cafe in Milan. It wasn't unusual for Joshua to order in bulk, but it still surprised Giovanni from time to time.

When the coffee arrived, everyone began to feel energized. Within minutes, the studio transformed.

Conversations died down. Stylists made their final adjustments. Makeup artists stepped away. Assistants scattered to their assigned positions.

The easygoing man who had been cracking jokes with the crew moments ago melted away, replaced by the model every luxury brand wanted for their campaign.

"Places, everyone!"

Joshua slipped into position as the final touches were made to his outfit. The photographer barely had to direct him.

"Chin up."

Click.

"Perfect."

"Turn your shoulder."

Click.

"Beautiful."

By the fifth frame, the photographer simply lowered his camera with a laugh. "I forgot how unfairly easy you make my job."

Joshua pressed a hand against his chest dramatically. "I do what I can."

The crew laughed before the camera shutter started clicking again. Before everyone knew it, twelve hours had flown by, and the shoot was over.

"Only Joshua could make a twelve-hour shoot feel like six."

Joshua laughed and waved him off. "Enough with the flattery, Matteo. You still owe me coffee!"

"Thanks for this amazing shoot, Joshua!"

"No, thank you!" Joshua smiled. "Oh! Before I forget..."

Everyone looked over.

"I booked Da Vittorio for tonight. Please come if you're free."

Joshua was met with silence, making his smile slowly drop. He blinked. "Is something wrong?"

Maria pinched the bridge of her nose. "Joshua."

"...Yeah?"

"You rented out an entire Michelin-star restaurant." Maria pointed out.

"Yeah? Were there not enough seats?"

"Joshua," Maria started. "Normal people don't solve problems like this."

"Oh," Joshua said. "Well, it's already booked. It's easier than making reservations one by one."

"First coffee, now dinner? He's so kind."

"Joshua Hong is my favorite model."

Joshua put a hand over his heart. He loved treating people. "I hope you all enjoy."

Joshua laughed at everyone's reactions. "It's just dinner."

"No, Joshua. To you, it's 'just dinner'." Matteo deadpanned.

Joshua smiled. "Unfortunately, I will not be joining you. However, I'll make it up to you at the Prada fashion show. Dinner AND after party on me."

Everyone cheered. Joshua turned to Giovanni and said, "Join them for dinner. It's already been paid for. If it exceeds the bill, let me know. Have the rest of the night off, and also tomorrow. I'll see you at Pagani's auto show."

"Sir, that's a few days from now. What will I do then?" Giovanni asked just as Joshua was about to leave.

He turned around. "Oh, right. Well, have a few days off, then. It's well-earned, Giovanni. Buy yourself some clothes. This is all paid, anyway." He smiled. "Thank you for your hard work."

Giovanni's jaw dropped. "Thank you, sir! See you at Pagani!"

"See you!" Joshua smiled and left after waving goodbye to everyone.

Joshua exits the building with a smile on his face. He loved his work and he loved working with different people. It makes him cherish everything around him.

The crisp, evening Milan air hit Joshua as he started walking. He didn't even notice that it was 6:15 already. Hearing his stomach grumble, he decided to look for a place to eat that only a few people go to. He didn't like crowds due to a childhood trauma.

As he walked, he glanced up at a billboard. Instantly, a smile made its way to his face. He took his phone out to take a quick picture of it. It was one of the billboards he loved seeing, for it was you and him on the campaign. He remembered when it was taken.

Your relationship with Joshua was fairly new, and so was your career. After working with you on the Marc Jacobs fashion show, he took a liking to you. You've been dating since then. Naturally, a lot of brands that wanted Joshua wanted you, too. Many of them thought that it'd be nice to have a couple do a campaign.

Prada was one of those brands. They were so happy that they put the campaign on a billboard. Joshua wasn't one to brag, but when it came to your relationship, he loved you loudly.

That's why it hurt him when you decided to end your two-year relationship.

As if pulling a prank on him, the workers on the billboard peel away his Prada campaign with you. His smile started fading as we watched the vinyl fall. The new billboard sort of made his blood boil, but not really. He couldn't. After all, it was still you on the billboard... just with another man that he grew to... dislike, or tolerate, rather.

Yoon Jeonghan.

He's a new model, but he gained traction for his Yves Saint Laurent campaigns. Everyone praised his face, and everyone always mentioned how they were amazed that he could be pretty and handsome at the same time. It made Joshua feel sick.

He knew you could never cheat on him, but he was suspicious of Jeonghan because he seemed to swoop in a little after your breakup. The billboard made him remember the night you broke up with him.

"I'm sorry, Joshie. I just think that we're not right for each other anymore."

"Is there someone else?" He asked, eyes turning red from the tears he held back.

"Of course not. You know I love you, Joshie."

Both of you hugged and cried. Then you smiled through your tears as you pulled away. Joshua cupped your face and wiped your tears with his thumb.

You sniffed. "Can we still be friends, at least?"

Not able to resist losing you forever, Joshua answered yes. He always will. He meant it, too. At least he thought he did.

Joshua kept walking. Then his phone buzzed. A smile appeared on his face when he saw that you liked his recent post. Not able to resist, he clicked open your Instagram and smiled when he saw your recent post.

You were in Greece for Jacquemus, and his heart soared as he swiped through your photos. You didn't like taking behind-the-scenes photos from your shoots. Rather, you like taking pictures of the places you're in. Your Instagram is more like a photo diary. The last photo made Joshua's mood sour. It was a picture of Jeonghan sitting across from you.

If his sources (read: Giovanni) were correct, Jeonghan is on a modeling hiatus for reasons that were never disclosed. Seeing his face on your Instagram made your relationship with Jeonghan official, and Joshua wasn't a fan at all.

Joshua remembers the dating rumors between you and Jeonghan around five months after the breakup. He heard from Giovanni that you were in London for Burberry with a rising star in the industry named Yoon Jeonghan.

By the time Joshua reunited with you for fashion week, he had overheard you talking to other models about the "ridiculously handsome model who kept making everyone laugh at the Burberry set".

Soon, you and Jeonghan confirmed your relationship by hard-launching each other at events. Both of you rarely posted, so walking into events hand in hand made more sense.

Against his better judgment about Jeonghan, he took a deep breath and smiled to himself. After all, every day is a battle between choosing to be cruel or kind. Time and time again, he'd choose kindness because that's just who he is.

With kindness in mind, Joshua left a nice comment on your recent post.

@j.hong: It must've been really fun there! You both deserve a relaxing Greek getaway 😌

Instantly, you gave his comment a like. Joshua swore his stomach had butterflies. You even left a reply.

@yn.yln_: Thanks, Joshie! You always have kind words to say. Take care ♥️

Joshua stared at the heart and smiled. He stopped walking and glanced up. Your billboard with Jeonghan was still in view. He opened the camera app and took a quick picture of your campaign with your new man.

He quickly posted it on his Instagram story with the caption: Look what I saw on my stroll in Milan! Both of you look absolutely stunning. Congrats on the campaign @yn.yln_ @yoonjeonghannn ♥️

What he wrote in his caption wasn't ill-meaning at all. In fact, he meant what he said. Despite his feelings toward the man, he couldn't deny that his face definitely belonged on billboards. He also couldn't deny that your taste in men was... admittedly excellent. His face and Jeonghan's face were actually very lethal. If given the chance, he'd want to work with Jeonghan just to see how their dynamic would play out.

Joshua arrives at his hotel around eleven o'clock at night. After doing his night routine and changing into comfier clothes, he sat at his hotel room's desk, opened his personal notebook, and started writing.

When he finished writing, he smiled to himself. He read what he wrote over three times before taking a picture of it and sending it to you.

[Joshie 💫]: Thought you'd like this poem I wrote just now! Milan has been inspiring :) [Love♥️]: Hi, Joshieee! I'll read it when I get back to the Airbnb. Hannie and I are just taking a midnight stroll. Will get back to you soon, I promise! Excited to read it, though <3

Joshua smiled as he read your reply. He leaned back in his seat, feeling hopeful about everything. After all, the main character always gets the girl, right?

U AIN'T SLICK, JOSH

Yoon Jeonghan had never intended to fall in love. That was the funny thing about his line of work.

Spending life surrounded by beautiful people had made beauty stop meaning much. Faces blurred together after enough campaigns. Compliments became part of the job. Chemistry could be manufactured with the right lighting and a talented photographer.

Love, however, couldn't. Jeonghan believed that love is something unexpected; something worth waiting for. He was also the type of person to separate love and career, which was why the last person he expected to fall for was you.

He'd seen you before, of course. The entire industry had. Not only were you a top model, but you were also one half of fashion's favorite love story. Everyone knew about Joshua Hong. More importantly, everyone knew about the way Joshua Hong loved you.

He thanked you in interviews. Mentioned you in acceptance speeches. Talked about you during behind-the-scenes interviews as if loving you was the easiest thing he'd ever done. Even people who'd never met either of you rooted for your relationship.

Which was exactly why asking you out felt laughably impossible. Not because he thought he wasn't good enough. But because, in his head, there wasn't much of a competition when your predecessor was Joshua Hong.

Booking YSL was a dream come true for Jeonghan. After many side gigs, odd jobs, and cheesy photo shoots for department store posters, he finally got his big break. He didn't know what he was in for, but when he saw you, his world stopped. No one told him that he'd be in a shoot with you.

You were ethereal and effortlessly gorgeous. You were getting your hair and makeup done when he arrived. He honestly thought he was late, but you were just very early. When you glanced at him, he knew it was game over for him.

Since that successful YSL shoot, you've worked together a few times before he built up the courage to ask you out. Though he wasn't sure if you'd say yes because he got wind that you and Joshua had only been broken up for five months. Regardless, he decided to try. There was no harm in that, right?

After another successful photo shoot, Jeonghan approached you and rubbed the back of his neck—a nervous habit of his.

"Hi, Jeonghan!" you greeted. "Great job today."

"Thanks, Y/N. You did a great job, too," Jeonghan said and bit his lip. "Um, listen, there's something I want to say..."

"Mhm?"

"I know I'm no Joshua Hong," Jeonghan looked down with a shy smile, "but—"

"Is that your way of asking me out?" You tilted your head.

His ears turned pink. "Maybe."

"Okay." You laughed. "Yes, I'll go out with you."

Jeonghan wasn't sure what he had expected after that.

Maybe awkward first dates. Maybe long pauses. Maybe the occasional uncertainty that came with getting to know someone.

Instead, loving you felt... easy.

His first date with you wasn't at a Michelin-star restaurant or some rooftop bar overlooking Seoul. It was at a tiny café tucked away in a quiet neighborhood, where you insisted they made the best tiramisu in the city.

"I thought we'd go somewhere fancy," Jeonghan admitted after glancing around the cozy cafe.

You looked up from the menu with a grin. "Why?"

"I don't know," He laughed. "You're Y/N. You've probably been in better places, tried better food."

"So?"

"So..." He gestured vaguely. "You're... you."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Coffee tastes the same whether you buy it at a small cafe or an expensive coffee house in Paris."

Jeonghan couldn't help but smile.

The dates kept coming after that.

Sometimes you'd end up at museums after shoots because neither of you wanted to go home just yet. Other times, you'd wander convenience stores at midnight, still dressed in designer clothes, arguing over which instant ramen brand was objectively the best.

The longer Jeonghan spent with you, the more he realized that the version of you the fashion industry knew and the version he was lucky enough to know were completely different people.

The world knew you as one of the industry's brightest stars.

Jeonghan knew you as the woman who stole fries off his plate after insisting she didn't want any because she needed to 'keep her figure' for Victoria's Secret.

Fashion Week only made you closer.

Schedules overlapped more often than not. If Jeonghan landed in Paris before you did, he'd wait at the hotel lobby with your favorite drink already in hand. If you wrapped a campaign before he did, he'd always find you waiting backstage, leaning against a wall with that familiar smile.

"You look nervous," you said, quietly fixing the collar of his blazer moments before he stepped onto the runway.

"That's because I am," Jeonghan laughed nervously, hands shoved deep in his pockets. He didn't want to show you how sweaty his palms were.

"You'll do great, Hannie."

He searched your face for a second. "How do you know? I'm just new in this job. I'm not in your caliber."

"Stop that. You wouldn't be here if you weren't capable." You smiled at him. "You're always doing great, alright? Please believe me."

Before long, airports became more familiar than apartments. One week you were in Milan. The next, New York. Then London. No matter where you ended up, you somehow found time for one another.

Sometimes it was only thirty minutes between fittings. Sometimes it was sharing overpriced airport sandwiches while waiting for delayed flights. Sometimes it was nothing more than a sleepy phone call before bed from opposite sides of the world. For Jeonghan, it was enough.

It didn't take long before the media caught on.

Fashion's New Power Couple

The Industry's Sweethearts

Move Over, Joshua Hong: Y/N Finds Love Again

Joshua vs Jeonghan: The Battle of the Two Js

Jeonghan groaned every time another headline appeared.

"Welcome to my world," you joked. "They're going to keep doing this every time we pose for a campaign."

"Jesus Christ."

"You hate it," you laughed.

Jeonghan shook his head. "I don't hate it. I just think calling every model couple a 'power couple' is ridiculous."

"Well," you pursed your lips and nudged his shoulder. "I kind of like it."

Jeonghan sighed dramatically. "Fine." He turned to you and gave you a sly smile, "If we're going to be a power couple, at least let me pick the matching airport outfits."

You laughed so hard you nearly spilled your coffee. Jeonghan decided right then and there that he'd spend the rest of his life trying to hear that laugh again.

Falling in love with you was something he would never regret. Falling in love with you was as easy as walking.

There was only one issue. Jeonghan realized that loving you also meant learning to live with one constant.

Joshua Hong.

At first, Jeonghan didn't care. Joshua Hong is Joshua Hong, after all. He's his senior, his idol ever since he saw Joshua on the cover of his little sister's favorite magazine.

Then, he started caring a little. Joshua was everywhere. Literally. Jeonghan thought of Joshua as a fly at this point. Always hovering, always around.

Exhibit A: Paris Fashion Week "Y/Nie!" Joshua greeted you as he hurriedly jogged towards you.

"Joshie!" You grinned and pulled him in for a tight hug. Jeonghan waited patiently next to you. In truth, he was a bit starstruck to be near his idol. He also didn't care that Joshua didn't see him or pay him any mind.

When you pulled away, Jeonghan watched with a small smile on his face as you quickly caught up with Joshua. He observed that Joshua's eyes lit up the more you spoke. There was something he was feeling in his gut, but he couldn't pinpoint what exactly was wrong. He shook his head and continued waiting. Your conversation ended, and you hugged each other goodbye. Joshua glanced at him quickly and smiled politely before leaving.

Exhibit B: Gigi Hadid's Birthday Party He noticed Joshua as soon as he entered. Joshua had a special talent for making people look his way without even trying. It wasn't arrogance. It was simply Joshua Hong being Joshua Hong.

It didn't take long for Joshua to spot you.

"Y/N, darling!" Joshua beamed as he made his way over. "It's so nice to see you."

He greeted everyone at the table with the same warmth before looking around. "Mind if I steal a seat for a bit?"

"Of course!" someone answered before anyone else could.

Joshua settled into the empty chair beside you, and before long, the entire table had fallen into easy conversation. He told stories from a campaign he had just wrapped in Milan, congratulated another model on booking Valentino, and somehow remembered the name of someone's assistant whom he'd only met once months ago.

Jeonghan understood why everyone adored him. Hell, he adored him, too. That was the problem.

Then someone asked Joshua about an old campaign.

"Oh!" Joshua laughed, pointing at you. "Y/N was there for that one. Remember when the wind machine nearly blew us off the cliff?"

You burst into laughter immediately, adding details Joshua had forgotten. Before long, the two of you were reminiscing about old shoots, impossible call times, and stylists you'd both sworn never to work with again.

Jeonghan smiled politely as he listened.

Then an event photographer approached the table.

"Joshua! Y/N! Could I get a quick photo of you two?"

Joshua blinked. "Oh... shouldn't Jeonghan be in it, too?"

The photographer laughed. "No, no. We want the reunion."

Joshua glanced toward Jeonghan for a split second before offering him an apologetic smile. "If that's alright with you?"

Jeonghan only nodded. "Go ahead."

The photo was taken. By the time Jeonghan got home that night, it had already gone viral.

Fashion's Favorite Exes Reunite at Gigi Hadid's Birthday.

If anyone zoomed in closely enough, they'd notice Jeonghan in the background, pretending to be very interested in the drink in his hand.

Exhibit C: Everything Else Because you and Joshua agreed to remain friends after the breakup, Jeonghan tried his best to understand. He really did.

At first, he told himself he was overthinking things. Then he started developing theories. The biggest one? Joshua Hong definitely had your post notifications on. There was simply no other explanation. The second you uploaded a photo... 'liked by @j.hong'. Every. Single. Time.

The comments came just as quickly.

"Great shot! Proud of you."

"Paris suits you, dear."

"Missed seeing you this week :("

Then came the phone calls. The texts. The poems.

Jeonghan had no idea what the two of you were talking about half the time, but every conversation ended the same way.

You laughed. You smiled. You promised to call him back later. He wasn't upset that you and Joshua were still friends. He wasn't even upset that Joshua still occupied a place in your life.

What bothered him was something much smaller. Joshua never seemed to realize that every hour he borrowed from you was an hour taken from someone else. It confused Jeonghan.

Joshua remembered birthdays. He bought coffee for the entire production team. He flew across continents just to support his friends' runway debuts. He had a reputation for making everyone around him feel seen.

Yet somehow, the one relationship he never seemed to acknowledge was yours.

Jeonghan tried not to dwell on it. Most days, it was easy. Especially on days like today. For once, neither of you had a flight to catch. No runway rehearsals. No campaign meetings. No fittings that somehow always ran three hours longer than scheduled.

Just the two of you.

The movie playing on your television had long been forgotten. "…And then," you giggled, trying to catch your breath, "the stylist accidentally glued the heel of her shoe to the runway."

Jeonghan chuckled, though he wasn't entirely sure he'd heard the whole story.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"You weren't listening." You pouted.

"I was!" Jeonghan exclaimed.

"No, you weren't."

"I heard the important parts."

You narrowed your eyes. "Really?"

"Mhm."

"What happened, then?" You challenged.

Jeonghan pretended to think. "...There was a shoe."

You burst into laughter. "Oh my God, you are unbelievable."

"I was distracted."

"By what?"

He looked at you as if the answer were obvious. "You."

Your expression softened immediately. "That's a horrible excuse, Hannie."

"Are you kidding me? It's a fantastic excuse."

"No, baby."

"It worked, didn't it?" Jeonghan smirked. You tried to suppress another smile, but failed miserably. Jeonghan grinned triumphantly. "I knew it."

"You're so annoying," you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.

"And yet..." He leaned closer. "...you still said yes."

Your cheeks warmed. "I think I made a mistake."

He nodded, "You definitely did."

"Oh?"

"The biggest one of your life."

You laughed and shoved his shoulder. He caught your wrist before you could pull away. For a moment, neither of you said anything. His thumb absentmindedly traced circles against your skin. You looked at him. He looked back. Then, quietly, you closed the distance.

The kiss was soft. Familiar. Comfortable, like coming home after weeks away. Jeonghan smiled into it. "I missed you," he murmured.

"I saw you yesterday," you muttered.

"I missed you yesterday."

You laughed against his lips before kissing him again. Somewhere between teasing smiles and stolen kisses, you found yourself settling comfortably onto his lap. His arms wrapped around your waist as naturally as breathing.

"You know..." he whispered.

"Hm?"

"I think this is my favorite city."

You blinked. "We're in Seoul."

"I know."

"You said Paris was your favorite." You raised a brow.

"My favorite city is wherever you are." He said lovingly before leaning in for another kiss. This one lingered longer, slower.

Jeonghan's hand rested against your waist before carefully slipping beneath the hem of your shirt, his fingertips brushing lightly against your skin. A quiet shiver ran through you.

His fingers caught the hem of your shirt. Just as he started to pull, your phone rang. Jeonghan didn't even acknowledge it. "Ignore it. It'll stop," he mumbled against your lips, his hand resting lightly against the small of your back.

The ringing didn't stop.

"It could be important," you mumbled between kisses.

"Just leave it, baby." He said, voice raspy. "They'll call again."

The phone continued ringing. You sighed apologetically. "I'm sorry."

You slipped off his lap and reached for your phone on the coffee table. Jeonghan groaned dramatically, letting his head fall against the couch. "...Whoever that is owes me an apology."

You answered your phone without even looking at the caller ID. "Hello?"

As you listened to whoever was on the other end, Jeonghan quietly reached for your waist again, pulling you back onto his lap. He rested a hand on your hip and absentmindedly pressed feather-light kisses along your neck, hoping—perhaps delusionally—that the conversation would only last a few seconds.

"Oh!" You smiled brightly. "Hi, Joshie!"

Jeonghan stopped. His lips hovered against your neck. One second. Two. Three. Slowly, very, very slowly, he pulled away. He looked at you. Then, the phone pressed against your ear. Then back at you again. Without saying a word, he leaned back until his head hit the couch with a soft thud.

He stared blankly at the ceiling. Silence. A muscle in his jaw twitched. His eye followed shortly after.

Meanwhile, you remained blissfully unaware. "Oh! Really?" you laughed into the phone. "No way. Wait, tell me everything."

Jeonghan closed his eyes. "Hong Jisoo. You couldn't have called thirty minutes later?"

"Count your fucking days." Jeonghan thought.

Joshua had been keeping you occupied for days, and Jeonghan began going insane. When Joshua got back from Florence, he wasted no time hanging out with you. Fortunately for Jeonghan, Mingyu just got back from New York.

"So..." Mingyu stabbed a cherry tomato with his fork. "What's wrong with you?"

Jeonghan looked up from his salad. "What do you mean?"

"I've known you for years." Mingyu shrugged. "You only eat your tomatoes last when something's bothering you."

Jeonghan blinked. "You... notice that?"

"Yah, don't change the topic!" Mingyu pouted, mouth still full of food.

Jeonghan chuckled at the younger man. Using his fork to push around the cherry tomato, he sighed. "It's Joshua..."

"Hong?" Mingyu frowned.

"Unfortunately," Jeonghan rolled his eyes.

"As in," Mingyu swallowed his food. "the Joshua Hong?"

"Bro, who else?" Jeonghan deadpanned. "Unless another Joshua Hong is walking around New York Fashion Week."

"Huh." Mingyu leaned back in his chair. "That's weird. Are you sure we met the same Joshua?"

Jeonghan frowned. He didn't know if he wanted to flick Mingyu's forehead or fling him around. He knew it'd be impossible to fling around a man who is six foot two. He'd find a way anyway.

"Dude's awesome!" Mingyu grinned as Jeonghan stared at him in disbelief. "We worked together for Givenchy last year."

A smile spread across his face at the memory. "We hit the after-party right after the show. He introduced me to photographers, bought everyone drinks, and somehow remembered the names of assistants he'd only met once."

"It was fucking rad," He laughed. "Too bad you were in London for Burberry."

Jeonghan sighed. "We definitely met different Joshua Hongs."

"But he's nice."

"I know he is."

"So, what's the problem?"

Jeonghan set his fork down. "He doesn't get the message." Mingyu waited. Jeonghan exhaled. "He calls."

"Mhm." Mingyu nodded.

"He texts."

"Mhm."

"He's always the first person to comment on Y/N's Instagram."

"Mhm."

"He writes poems."

"...Poems?" Mingyu furrowed his brows.

"Poems." Jeonghan nodded once.

"Damn." Mingyu said. "I didn't peg him for a poetry guy."

"And last week," Jeonghan rubbed a hand over his face. "He interrupted us."

"Interrupted?" Mingyu looked even more confused.

"We were making out." Jeonghan got more frustrated as he recalled the moment.

Mingyu blinked. "Okay. Nevermind."

"And then Joshua called."

"Yikes," Mingyu shook his head. "That's rough."

"It was." Jeonghan sighed. Another silence settled between them. Mingyu looked down at his plate. His lips slowly formed into an exaggerated pout.

Jeonghan frowned. "What are you pouting for?"

Mingyu poked a cucumber slice with his fork. "Why are we eating sad salad?"

Jeonghan stared. He was too stunned to speak.

"Hyung." Mingyu looked genuinely betrayed. "I just got back from Calvin Klein."

"Yeah."

"I've been eating grilled chicken and broccoli for weeks!" Mingyu frowned. "Now I'm back in Korea, and you're making me eat leaves?! I didn't survive Calvin Klein just to come home and eat lettuce."

Jeonghan sighed. "We're models."

"I know."

"Your abs are your moneymaker." Jeonghan nodded towards him.

Mingyu immediately pats his stomach and grabs the collar of his shirt slightly to look down at his abs. "They'll understand. They've worked hard enough."

"Hyung," Mingyu crossed his arms. "I deserve pork."

Jeonghan pinched the bridge of his nose.

"And I want a lot of it." Mingyu pouted even more.

The sound of sizzling pork belly filled the restaurant. Mingyu looked infinitely happier. "Now," he said proudly while flipping the meat, "continue."

Jeonghan couldn't help but laugh. "I invited you here to listen to my problems."

"I am listening," Mingyu said.

"You just needed pork first." Jeonghan rolled his eyes.

"I process emotions better with grilled meat."

Jeonghan rolled his eyes. "So, anyway..." He picked up where he left off. By the time he'd finished recounting every interaction with Joshua, Mingyu had wrapped him three ssams and grilled two more rounds of pork.

"Yeah," Mingyu finally admitted. "He really doesn't get the message."

Jeonghan leaned back with a relieved sigh. "THANK YOU."

"But..." Mingyu pointed at him with his tongs. "You're stronger than me."

"Why do you say that?"

"I would've kicked his ass by now," Mingyu said in a serious tone.

Jeonghan laughed. "I don't have any attachment to Joshua."

Mingyu pursed his lips. "Sure."

"What?"

"I don't think you're attached to Joshua." He placed another strip of pork on the grill. "I think you're starting to have an emotional attachment to him through your girlfriend."

Jeonghan blinked.

Mingyu shrugged. "Think about it," He trailed off, flipping another slice of pork. "You know his schedule, you know where he is, you know what campaigns he's booking, you even knew he was in Florence!"

"Shut up," Jeonghan said, looking down at the table.

Mingyu smiled to himself. "Bingo!" He wrapped another ssam and happily popped it into his mouth. "You're paying."

"Screw you, Kim Mingyu!"

"Love you, too," Mingyu said with his mouth full.

-

Jeon Wonwoo had never liked being the center of attention. Which was ironic, considering he'd chosen a career where people constantly stared at him. Modeling was easier. The cameras never expected him to make conversation.

It was different with people. People expected a lot of things.

Tonight marked Wonwoo's official debut as one of South Korea's newest runway models after months of editorials, lookbooks, and campaign work. His agency had insisted on throwing a small celebration to commemorate the milestone.

Note: small.

No media. No reporters. No influencers. Just a handful of close friends and colleagues from the industry. Preferably men. He specifically typed it on the e-invite:

Subject: JEON WONWOO'S DEBUT CELEBRATION A small gathering to celebrate my official runway debut.

📍 Maison Noir Private Dining 🗓️ Saturday, 8:00 PM

Hi.

Thank you for supporting me throughout the beginning of my modeling career.

I know I don't usually say things like this out loud, but I genuinely appreciate everyone who has guided me, encouraged me, and believed in me. If it weren't for any of you, I'd just be a pro-gamer who's too shy to be a streamer. I'd like to celebrate this milestone with the people who helped me get here.

Dinner and drinks are on me. Please come if you're free.

Dress code: Smart casual

Best regards, Jeon Wonwoo

P.S. Please don't bring gifts. Your presence is more than enough. P.P.S This is a guys-only gathering. I have nothing against women. I'm just more comfortable this way. I'm very introverted, and I would not want to deal with a dating rumor, please. I just started my career. Please don't overthink it. Thank you for understanding. :)

Wonwoo wasn't built to socialize with too many people at once. One room full of men already sounded exhausting enough.

Jeonghan stood in front of the mirror, buttoning the cuffs of his shirt. You peeked into the bedroom with a small pout. "I really can't come?"

Jeonghan chuckled. "Sorry, baby." He reached over to straighten the collar of your oversized hoodie before gently pinching your cheek. "Wonwoo specifically wrote 'guys only' on the email."

"Seriously?" You blinked. "Why?"

Jeonghan laughed under his breath. "Apparently, he's too introverted for girls."

You immediately covered your mouth to stop yourself from laughing. You've met Wonwoo. He's a nice guy, and it wouldn't be very nice of you to laugh at him.

"That's so on brand for Wonwoo," you said. "I mean, I worked with him for Salvatore Ferragamo two months back. He could barely say 'hi'."

Jeonghan laughed as he fixed his hair. You leaned against the doorway dramatically. "I would've behaved."

"I know you would've." Jeonghan snickered.

"I would've stayed in one corner."

"I know."

"I would've only talked to you."

"Mhm."

"So..." you gave him a mischievous grin. "Should I pretend to be a guy? This is my 'She's The Man' moment, baby!"

"Babe, you have boobs. It'd be obvious!" Jeonghan cackled. He couldn't believe he was actually thinking about your plan.

You pouted and crossed your arms. "Mingyu has boobs too, and he doesn't wear a bra. I've seen his Calvin Klein ads!"

At this point, Jeonghan was bent over, laughing. He thought you were the funniest person ever. "I'm telling Mingyu when I see him later."

You let out the most exaggerated sigh imaginable. "At least tell Wonwoo I said congrats."

He walked over and wrapped an arm around your waist before pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I will. I shouldn't be too late."

"Oh, and tell Mingyu to stop eating the food before everyone gets there."

Jeonghan snorted. "Oh, please. We both know his abs wouldn't suffer one bit. Besides, I don't think anyone on earth is capable of stopping Kim Mingyu from eating."

"Fair," you giggled.

He leaned down to steal one last kiss before heading toward the front door. "Love you."

"Love you more."

"Nuh-uh," Jeonghan shook his head. "Love you most."

You rolled your eyes and fought back a grin. Jeonghan smirked, "I'll make it up to you tomorrow, I promise. I'll even buy you two desserts."

"Looking forward to it. Drive safe, baby, and text me when you get there!"

"I will!" Jeonghan waved before walking out and getting in his car.

Jeonghan's phone buzzed the moment he pulled into the parking lot.

[My YN]: Did you drive safely?

He smiled to himself before replying.

[My Hanniebunch]: Already here. [My YN]: Have fun! Don't forget to tell Wonwoo I said congrats! ♥️ [My Hanniebunch]: I will! Love you.

Satisfied, he slipped his phone back into his pocket before making his way inside.

The celebration was already well underway by the time Jeonghan stepped into Maison Noir. He hadn't expected such a turnout. Judging by Wonwoo's invitation, neither had Wonwoo.

The private dining room buzzed with conversation as familiar faces from across the fashion industry filled nearly every table. Models exchanged stories from Paris, Milan, London, and New York as though they hadn't seen each other in years.

For someone who'd insisted on a small gathering, Wonwoo's definition of "small" seemed surprisingly generous.

Jeonghan smiled to himself. He was genuinely happy for Wonwoo. They'd met almost a year ago during a Burberry campaign in London.

Wonwoo had barely spoken to anyone throughout the shoot. Every break, he'd disappear into a corner with his Nintendo Switch while everyone else networked over coffee.

Jeonghan found it amusing. Every model he'd met had spent breaks networking with editors or introducing themselves to photographers. Wonwoo, on the other hand, was trying to catch Pokémon. Jeonghan couldn't help himself. He wandered over.

"What're you playing?" Jeonghan asked, hands in his pockets.

Wonwoo looked up, startled. Oh. Someone was talking to him. His palms immediately grew clammy. He wasn't sure where to look. At Jeonghan? At his Switch? Somewhere in between?

"Um... Pokémon." Wonwoo gulped, awkwardly holding up his Switch.

Jeonghan racked his brain for anything he recalled about Pokémon games. Mingyu wasn't the type to play that much. In the end, he decided to tell the truth.

"I don't know much about Pokémon," Jeonghan admitted. "Who's your starter?"

That single question somehow turned into an hour-long conversation. By the end of the campaign, they weren't just coworkers anymore. They were friends. Wonwoo even gave him an awkward side hug before leaving the shoot, which was honestly more than enough for Jeonghan.

This explained why he wasn't surprised when Wonwoo sent him an e-invite for his debut party.

"Jeonghan-hyung!"

Jeonghan turned just in time to see Wonwoo making his way over.

"Congratulations." Jeonghan smiled warmly before pulling him into a quick hug. "I'm proud of you."

Wonwoo smiled sheepishly. "Thanks."

"You've earned this."

"Oh, I don't know about that." Wonwoo chuckled awkwardly.

"I do."

Wonwoo scratched the back of his neck awkwardly before glancing around the room. "I genuinely thought only five people would come."

"Five?" Jeonghan laughed. "Give yourself some slack, Wonwoo."

"I invited thirty."

"And you expected five?" Jeonghan looked at him like he had three heads.

Wonwoo nodded without a hint of irony. "Maybe seven if Mingyu was hungry."

Jeonghan burst into laughter. Before Jeonghan could reply, another guest called Wonwoo's name from across the room. Wonwoo sighed almost imperceptibly.

"Duty calls."

"Go," Jeonghan chuckled. "It's your night, Wonwoo-yah."

Wonwoo bowed his head once. "Thanks for coming."

As Wonwoo disappeared back into the growing crowd, Jeonghan couldn't help but smile. He'd come a long way from the quiet guy hiding in the corner with a Nintendo Switch. Now he was the reason everyone had gathered tonight.

Just then, someone threw an arm around Jeonghan's shoulders.

"There you are!"

Jeonghan rolled his eyes. He didn't even have to turn around. "Mingyu. You're late."

"Only for three minutes," Mingyu pouted.

"Still late," Jeonghan sighed and faced his friend. "You made me wait so long. I hate you."

"No, you don't," Mingyu teased as they walked to the bar to grab drinks.

"No," Jeonghan admitted with a reluctant smile. "I really don't."

Mingyu handed him a glass of champagne. "To our new, hot friend Wonwoo."

Jeonghan chuckled, "To Wonwoo."

The two clinked glasses and drank.

Across the room, Wonwoo laughed nervously as another model congratulated him. For the first time that evening, he looked comfortable. Jeonghan smiled.

Then, the restaurant doors opened. No one announced his arrival. No dramatic fanfare. And yet, conversations slowed. Heads turned one after another, as though someone had started a domino effect. Even Mingyu paused mid-sip. "Huh?"

Jeonghan frowned. "What?"

Mingyu looked toward the entrance with an amused expression. "I didn't know he was coming."

Jeonghan followed his gaze. A familiar figure stepped through the doorway. Perfect posture. An apologetic smile. Tailored black suit.

Joshua Hong.

Jeonghan blinked once. "Oh, my god."

Mingyu frowned. "What?"

Jeonghan watched Joshua apologize to the hostess for being a few minutes late, then bowed politely to every member of staff who greeted him. The hostess laughed at something he said. Joshua laughed with her.

"It's Glinda," Jeonghan muttered under his breath.

"Who?" Mingyu looked at him, brows knit together.

"Glinda," Jeonghan answered as he watched Joshua's every move. "The Good Witch."

Mingyu looked between Jeonghan and Joshua and sighed. "Hyung..."

"I'm serious."

As Joshua made his way into the room, conversations dissolved into excited greetings. People waved. People stood. Someone called his name from across the restaurant. Joshua smiled at every single person as though they'd known each other for years.

And, against Jeonghan's will, his brain betrayed him.

🎶 Let us be glad...

Joshua stopped to shake hands with Wonwoo's stylist.

🎶 Let us be grateful...

He congratulated Jean-François for his Hermès ad.

🎶 Let us rejoicify...

He remembered the name of Wonwoo's stylist's assistant.

🎶 ...that goodness could subdue...

He complimented Błażej's latest campaign before asking about his mother's cataract surgery.

🎶 ...the wicked workings of...

Joshua's eyes landed on Wonwoo. His face immediately brightened. "Wonwoo-yah!"

🎶 ...you-know-who.

Jeonghan closed his eyes. 'Absolutely not.'

His brain had assigned No One Mourns the Wicked to Joshua Hong. And, infuriatingly enough, it fit. To make matters worse, the man had the audacity to wear pink.

Joshua made a beeline toward the guest of honor. "Wonwoo-yah!"

Wonwoo turned around. The moment he realized who had called his name, his eyes widened. "Joshua-hyung?"

Joshua had plastered a smile on his face. and opened his arms. "Congratulations, dear!"

Wonwoo stepped into the hug almost automatically.

"You worked so hard," Joshua patted his back before pulling away. "I'm really proud of you."

"I..." Wonwoo blinked several times. He couldn't believe it. "I didn't think you'd actually come."

Joshua frowned as if the idea offended him... because it did. "What? Why would you think that way?"

"I mean," Wonwoo laughed awkwardly. "You're always out of the country. I didn't think you'd have time for a... rookie like me. You're a busy man, hyung."

"So are you." Joshua said, determined to boost Wonwoo's confidence.

"But you're Joshua Hong."

"And you're Jeon Wonwoo." Joshua smiled as Wonwoo stared at him. "I don't see the difference."

The tips of Wonwoo's ears turned pink. "I..." He laughed awkwardly. "Thank you."

Joshua noticed the crowd forming around them and gently nudged Wonwoo forward. "Go on."

"Go where?"

Joshua laughed. "Tonight isn't about me, dearest." He rested a hand on Wonwoo's shoulder before lightly tapping a knife against his champagne glass.

Clink.

The conversations gradually quieted. Joshua looked around the room. "I promise I'll keep this short."

A few people laughed.

"Watch." Jeonghan took another sip of champagne. "He's about to make Wonwoo's debut about himself."

Mingyu pursed his lips and shrugged. "Probably not."

"I just wanted to say how proud I am of Wonwoo," Joshua said. He looked over at Wonwoo with the warmest smile Jeonghan had ever seen. "I've watched him grow over the past year. He's one of the hardest-working people I've ever met. He never asks to be noticed. He never asks for praise, but he's earned every bit of tonight."

Joshua lifted his champagne flute. "So," He smiled. "Let's toast to my friend..."

Wonwoo blinked. "Friend?"

Joshua looked at him, equally confused. "Well, of course. How could you not be my friend?"

Wonwoo looked seconds away from passing out. The room erupted into applause. Someone whistled. Someone yelled, "Speech!"

Wonwoo looked horrified. Joshua saw this and laughed lightly. "Easy now." He patted Wonwoo's shoulder. "One milestone at a time."

Instead of remaining beside him, Joshua quietly stepped to the side. Just enough. Just enough that every eye naturally returned to Wonwoo. Jeonghan noticed. Of course, he noticed.

He redirected the attention.

Even now. Even when the entire room wanted to celebrate Joshua's arrival. He somehow made it about Wonwoo.

"You've got to be kidding me," Jeonghan mumbled.

"Hm?" Mingyu glanced over.

"Nothing."

Before Wonwoo could be swallowed by another wave of congratulations, Joshua finally looked around the room again.

His eyes landed on Mingyu. "Mingyu, darling!"

Mingyu immediately broke into a grin. "Hyung!"

Joshua pulled him into a tight hug. "It's been ages! We last saw each other at Givenchy, right?"

"Yeah!" Mingyu laughed. "We should go clubbing again."

"Oh, we absolutely should!" Joshua exclaimed excitedly. "I believe it's your turn to buy everyone drinks. I'll get the food."

"I think it's only fair," Mingyu chuckled.

Joshua stepped back, looking Mingyu up and down. "You look incredible."

"So do you," Mingyu grinned. "Pink is your color."

Joshua waved him off. "Enough about me. I loved your Calvin Klein campaign! Very, very sexy of you."

Mingyu rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed. "Thanks, hyung."

Only then did Joshua's gaze shift toward Jeonghan. His smile never faltered. "Jeonghan."

This time, he walked over properly. "It's good to see you again."

"Likewise," Jeonghan said with a tight-lipped smile.

"I've actually wanted to tell you something."

Jeonghan blinked. "...Me?"

Joshua nodded enthusiastically. "I still remember seeing your photo for the first time."

Jeonghan laughed awkwardly. "My first YSL campaign?"

"What?" Joshua chuckled. "No." He shook his head. "You did a Lotte Department Store campaign years ago."

"The... mall poster?"

"Yes!" Joshua pointed at him excitedly. "That's the one."

Jeonghan froze. Not everyone knew about that. Not even you or Mingyu. Not even his agency talked about it. It was a job he'd quietly buried years ago.

It was his first shoot after deciding he wanted to pursue modeling. He was never really good academically, anyway. In truth, he pursued modeling because of Joshua. He was so intrigued by him when he saw his face in his little sister's magazine. He wanted to look just as good.

Booking a Lotte Department Store campaign seemed right at the time. Sure, the studio location was sketchy, and there was little to no staff at the shoot, and he had to do his own makeup, but it went alright.

"I was shopping with my mom." Joshua smiled fondly. "I remember seeing this huge poster of you." He laughed. "You looked so awkward."

Joshua copied the pose from memory, and Mingyu snorted into his champagne.

Jeonghan deadpanned. "Gee, thanks."

"But," Joshua continued quickly, "you were far too handsome to be stuck on a department store poster. So, I took a picture of it and sent it to your current agency." He was so casual about it.

Jeonghan's eyebrows shot up. "You... what?"

Joshua nodded. "I told them, 'I don't know who he is, but you should find him'. Oh, I was so happy when they told me they found you!" He looked at Jeonghan with a fond smile. "They tracked you down a few months later, didn't they?"

"Yeah," Jeonghan muttered. Mingyu was too stunned to speak.

"I knew they would. I've been rooting for you ever since," Joshua's smile widened. Then he gestured proudly toward Jeonghan. "Now look at you; YSL, Burberry... I absolutely loved your Paolo Roversi editorial."

Joshua's eyes sparkled. "It was so artistic, darling. So raw. I don't think anyone else could've done it the way you did."

Jeonghan stared. He didn't know what to say. Because rookie Jeonghan would've cried hearing those words. Present-day Jeonghan, however...

Present-day Jeonghan wished Joshua had been a worse person.

It would've made all of this so much easier.

YOU'RE IN MY WAY

Jeonghan had never been in many relationships because each relationship he had with his ex-girlfriends lasted quite a while before the inevitable breakup. Now that he was with you, he was determined to see your relationship until you both die. You were the last girl for him; he was sure of it.

He was never the jealous type. No, he was very understanding. He never yelled to get his point across. He was in tune with your feelings, and he made sure he was attentive to everything while juggling hectic schedules.

He was very patient, too. In fact, he was so patient that he let everything with Joshua Hong slide. The straw that broke the camel's back? The award show.

Joshua can call you, text you, like your posts, and comment all he wants, but saving you a seat at an award show when everyone knew you'd be attending as a couple? Absolutely not.

'Has he gone insane?' Jeonghan thought to himself.

"Oh, I appreciate it, Joshie," you smiled politely. "I'm sitting with Hannie tonight, though."

"No worries," Joshua smiled. "I hope you guys enjoy the night. Perhaps I can ask someone else to sit with me."

"Trust me, a lot of people would want to sit with you," Jeonghan said in a tone that neither you nor Joshua picked up on.

Joshua's eye lit up, "That is so nice of you to say, Jeonghan! I sure hope it's true. I think I'll ask Wonwoo. He's comfortable with me." He glanced at Wonwoo and waved him over. When Wonwoo walked over, Joshua immediately invited him to sit with him. Of course, he agreed.

You caught up with Joshua and Wonwoo for a while before you and Jeonghan went to your seats. He didn't want to ruin your night, but he had had enough of Joshua.

A few days after the award show, his head had already cooled down. During those days, he decided it was best to talk to Joshua. Enough was enough.

"Babe?" Jeonghan asked.

"Mhm?"

He took a deep breath and gave you a tight-lipped smile. "Can I... have Joshua's number?"

You quickly looked up from your laptop in disbelief. "Really?"

"Yeah."

You smiled. "I've been waiting for you to ask!" You quickly pulled out your phone, "You two have so much in common! I think you'll get along."

"Yeah," Jeonghan forced a smile. "I hope so."

After sending him Joshua's contact, you quickly sent him a text.

[Love ♥️]: Joshieeee! Hannie asked for your number!! I think he wants to be friends, and he wants to talk and hang out 🥹 [Joshie 💫]: Really?? 🥹 [Joshie 💫]: That makes me so happy, darling! [Joshie 💫]: I've always wanted to get to know him better!

Jeonghan wasted no time in shooting Joshua a text. To his surprise, Joshua replied immediately. A part of him fanboyed. He understood how Wonwoo felt when he saw Joshua walk into the restaurant. He also understood how Mingyu felt when Joshua bought drinks for everyone at the Givenchy thing.

[Joshua Hong]: Hi, Jeonghan! 😊 [Joshua Hong]: Y/N told me you wanted to talk! [Joshua Hong]: I'd love that. [Joshua Hong]: Coffee?

Jeonghan stared at his phone in disbelief. Jeonghan thought, if Glinda the Good Witch had a phone, she'd text like Joshua Hong.

[Jeonghannie]: Tomorrow? [Joshua Hong]: Perfect! [Joshua Hong]: My treat 😊

Jeonghan thought that was it, but Joshua had texted him again.

[Joshua Hong]: Maru Lounge at Four Seasons, 2:00 PM tomorrow? If you'd prefer somewhere else, just let me know. I'd be happy to change it for your convenience. 😊

Jeonghan stared at the messages.

A reservation. At Four Seasons. With Joshua Hong.

Somewhere deep inside him, rookie Jeonghan screamed.

"Oh, my god! Joshua Hong invited us to Four Seasons!! He made a reservation for us! THIS IS NOT A DRILL."

Present-day Jeonghan pinched the bridge of his nose. He's not doing this. He will not give in to his rookie self.

But rookie Jeonghan ignored him completely.

"WE'RE HAVING COFFEE WITH JOSHUA HONG! AT FOUR SEASONS! DO YOU KNOW HOW EXPENSIVE FOUR SEASONS IS??? WHAT ARE WE WEARING?! WE HAVE TO WEAR THAT YSL COMBO THAT YOU GOT IN YOUR CLOSET!"

"We're not dressing up for Joshua Hong."

"HE'S GOING TO NOTICE IF WE DON'T MAKE AN EFFORT! WE'RE MEETING HIM AT THE FOUR SEASONS!!!"

"That is literally the opposite of the point."

"I bet he'd be dressed head-to-toe in Prada..."

"You know what? He probably will be."

Present-day Jeonghan absolutely did not want to indulge the voice inside his head. Besides, it didn't matter, right? Joshua Hong is just a regular person. It shouldn't matter.

"It matters to me, present-day Jeonghan. Please, please, PLEASE don't embarrass us! Ask him for a photo or an autograph! TELL HIM YOU LOVED HIS GIVENCHY ERA!!! His Armani era was scrumptious, too!"

Since when did his rookie self describe Joshua as "scrumptious"? He'll never know. He was torn, if he were being honest. He's literally about to tell Joshua to fuck off.

"Can you at least compliment his suit? I bet he'd style his hair in that slicked-back hairstyle and have shades on his head as a makeshift headband."

Jeonghan let out a long, exhausted sigh before typing his reply.

[Jeonghannie]: Sounds good. See you tomorrow, Joshua!

The next afternoon arrived much faster than Jeonghan would've liked. He stood in front of his closet for far longer than necessary. Rookie Jeonghan had somehow taken over.

"Not the hoodie."

Present-day Jeonghan sighed. "I'm not dressing up for Joshua Hong."

"You absolutely are."

"In case you forgot, I'm confronting him to, like, stay away from our girlfriend."

"Yes, but you're confronting Joshua Hong... at the Four Seasons. At least wear the YSL jacket."

Present-day Jeonghan pinched the bridge of his nose. Against his better judgment, he wore the YSL jacket.

Maru Lounge at the Four Seasons was exactly what Jeonghan imagined Joshua Hong's favorite place would look like.

Quiet. Elegant. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked Gwanghwamun, letting warm afternoon sunlight spill across polished marble floors. A pianist played softly in the corner while guests spoke in hushed voices over afternoon tea.

Jeonghan checked the time. 1:56 PM.

He was early. Then he looked toward the corner of the lounge, Of course, Joshua was already there. Fifteen minutes early, if Jeonghan had to guess.

He wasn't scrolling on his phone. He wasn't taking calls. He wasn't even working. Instead, he sat by the window with a pot of tea already poured, occasionally thanking Gerard whenever he came by to refill his teapot. As if sensing someone watching him, Joshua looked up. His face immediately brightened.

"Jeonghan!" He stood so quickly that his chair nearly slid backward.

"You made it!" Joshua smiled, waving him over as though they've been friends for years. "I hope traffic wasn't too bad."

Jeonghan was glad he listened to his inner voice because Joshua was wearing a cream knit polo beneath a light beige blazer, and a pair of sunglasses rested on top of his head like a headband. He was sure that Joshua was drenched in Prada.

"It was fairly quick to get here," Jeonghan said softly as he approached.

Joshua extended his hand. "It's nice seeing you again."

Jeonghan shook it. "You too."

Joshua looked almost relieved. "Oh, please sit. I'm so happy that we're finally having this opportunity to bond. Perhaps we should invite Mingyu and Wonwoo next time. I like their company as well."

The two of them sat down across from each other. The moment they sat down, Gerard approached with an easy smile.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Hong."

"Good afternoon, Gerard." Joshua smiled back as though greeting an old friend. "You're looking great!"

"Thank you, Mr. Hong," Gerard smiled politely.

"Thank you for accommodating us," Joshua said easily. Jeonghan just watched as he interacted with Gerard. It wasn't his place to join the conversation. Besides, Joshua did all the talking.

"My pleasure, sir." Gerard placed two menus on the table. "The usual?"

Joshua glanced at Jeonghan. "I might switch things up today." He looked back at Gerard. "We'll need another minute."

"Of course," As Gerard walked away, Joshua turned back to Jeonghan.

"I hope this place is alright for you," Joshua said with a hint of nervousness in his voice. Gosh, he just wanted to make friends. If he only knew what Jeonghan was here for.

"It's... nice."

Joshua smiled. "I like coming here whenever I need some peace and quiet." Then he paused. "Oh."

His eyebrows knitted together. "Y/N never told me if you were vegan… or pescatarian."

Jeonghan blinked. "What?"

"I wasn't sure what you ate." Joshua looked genuinely apologetic. "I had ordered a few things to snack on while waiting. Just... safe snacks for sharing."

Then Joshua's eyes widened. "Oh, dear."

Jeonghan raised an eyebrow. "What now?"

"You're not allergic to anything, are you?"

"No."

Joshua visibly relaxed. "Oh, thank goodness. I was worried I'd accidentally kill you before we even had coffee."

A laugh escaped Jeonghan before he could stop it. "I'm good."

"Wonderful," Joshua smiled. Right on cue, Gerard returned with several small plates.

"Falafel with chickpeas, coriander, quinoa, lime juice, lemon juice, and yoghurt dressing."

"Our Premium Cheese Platter with crackers, dried fruit, nuts, and honey."

"And our Seasonal Sliced Fruit Platter." Gerard smiled. "Enjoy."

"Many thanks, Gerard," Joshua smiled. "We'll call you when we're ready to order."

Jeonghan stared at the food before him. "Josua..."

Joshua was browsing the menu before he looked up. "Yes?"

"There are two of us," Jeonghan said. "Do you usually feed an entire runway cast?"

Joshua laughed softly. "Oh, I may have overestimated." He smiled sheepishly, "I wasn't sure what you liked, so I ordered the safest options."

"Please forgive me if it's too much," Joshua looked almost embarrassed.

Jeonghan looked at the spread again. "Too much?"

Joshua gestured at the menu beside Jeonghan's plate. "But please order whatever you'd like. Personally, it's been a while since I've had a cheat day, so I'll be having the Maru Burger. I'll call Gerard once you've decided."

Jeonghan looked up. "Gerard?"

"The gentleman who greeted us."

"You know the staff?"

Joshua smiled fondly. "I come here rather often when I want some peace and quiet." He glanced toward Gerard. "He's usually assigned to my table."

Silence.

Jeonghan slowly looked around the lounge. The pianist. The marble. The crystal chandeliers. "Peace and quiet."

Joshua followed his gaze.

"This..." Jeonghan gestured vaguely around the room. "...is where you relax?"

Joshua blinked. "Shouldn't I?" He tilted his head. "If you ever have the chance, you should try the spa here."

His face brightened. "They have a spa treatment called Gangyeong. It's wonderful. They start with a warm foot-and-hand ritual, then a relaxation massage. Then they do a thermal ear ritual and an inner beauty facial. Afterwards, they do a scalp treatment…"

He smiled fondly. "I always fall asleep."

Jeonghan stared. "You have a favorite spa treatment."

Joshua blinked. "Yes...?"

Then realization slowly crossed Joshua's face. "Oh." He laughed at himself. "I'm doing it again, aren't I?"

Jeonghan didn't know what to say. He didn't want to offend the man. "No, it's..." He looked around again. "...Very nice."

Joshua smiled apologetically. "I probably should've asked if you were comfortable meeting here. I didn't think about it. I just come here whenever I need to clear my head."

Silence. Then, Gerard returned once more. "May I get you gentlemen something to drink?"

Joshua looked toward Jeonghan. "What would you like?"

"I'll just have water," Jeonghan said as if he had said it a million times. Well, because he had.

Joshua blinked. "Just water?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you sure?"

"Would you like sparkling?" Gerard asked.

Jeonghan frowned. "I'll have... water-water."

"What is water-water?" Joshua asked, genuinely curious. "Extra purified, or extra distilled?"

"Just regular water," Jeonghan said. "I'll be having regular water."

"Is that final?" Joshua asked.

Jeonghan nodded. "It's free."

Joshua paused. "Oh." Something clicked. He smiled to himself, "You're a water type."

"I'm a what?" Jeonghan frowned.

"My parents used to joke about it," Joshua chuckled. "There are water people and soda people. Water people always order water. Soda people never even look at the drinks menu."

He pointed gently between them. "You order water because it's practical. I order whatever sounds nice because I don't think about the price." He laughed at himself. "I've always been a soda person."

Jeonghan stared at him for a second before letting out a quiet chuckle. "...That might be the most old-money sentence I've ever heard."

Joshua blinked, then scrunched his nose. "Was it?"

"It absolutely was." Jeonghan chuckled.

"Oh, dear," Joshua hid his face behind the menu for a second. "Please don't tell Y/N."

Jeonghan frowned. "Why?"

Joshua sighed dramatically. "She keeps telling me I have no concept of money."

"Yeah," Jeonghan snickered. "She may have a point."

Gerard returned a few moments later with their drinks. "One still water," he said as he gently placed the glass before Jeonghan. "And a blueberry yoghurt smoothie for you, Mr. Hong."

"Many thanks, Gerard," Joshua smiled.

"My pleasure," He stepped away, leaving the two men alone once more. For a while, the conversation remained pleasantly light.

Their orders arrived not long after. Joshua asked about Jeonghan's recent Burberry campaign, complimenting the Paolo Roversi editorial once again. Jeonghan, despite himself, found himself asking Joshua about Milan Fashion Week. Joshua happily shared a few stories, mostly about getting lost in the city and accidentally ordering enough pastries for an entire production team because he couldn't decide which ones looked best.

At one point, Jeonghan laughed so hard he had to set his fork down. "You actually bought all of them?"

"They looked lonely." Joshua looked almost embarrassed.

Jeonghan stared. "The... pastries...?"

Joshua nodded earnestly. "They deserved a chance."

"You're unbelievable," Jeonghan laughed under his breath.

"So I've been told."

Lunch drifted by surprisingly easily. The food disappeared. The conversation never really stopped.

When dessert arrived—a Basque cheesecake for Joshua and a dark chocolate tart for Jeonghan—the silence between them no longer felt awkward.

It almost felt comfortable. Which only made what Jeonghan came here to do even harder.

Joshua set his fork down first. "I'm glad you reached out." Jeonghan looked up. Joshua smiled. "I've always wanted to get to know you better."

There it was, the opening he needed. Jeonghan quietly placed his fork beside his plate. "I actually," He hesitated. "Didn't ask you here because I wanted to be friends."

Joshua's smile faltered. "Oh..." Then he hummed. "I figured."

Jeonghan blinked. "You did?"

Joshua gave a tiny nod. "Not at first." He looked down at his untouched smoothie. "But..." his fingers absentmindedly traced the rim of the porcelain cup. "I started wondering why your laugh never reached your eyes." His smile became smaller.

Silence.

The pianist continued playing softly somewhere across the lounge. Outside, afternoon sunlight poured through the windows, bathing the room in gold. Inside, something shifted. Joshua straightened slightly.

His voice remained gentle. "Whatever it is you wanted to tell me..." He folded his hands neatly together. "I'm listening."

Jeonghan stared at the half-finished desserts between them. The words he'd rehearsed on the drive over suddenly felt much heavier because he genuinely enjoyed Joshua's company.

"Can I ask you something first?"

Joshua nodded. "Of course."

Jeonghan took a deep breath and met his eyes. "Do you... Do you still love Y/N?"

The pianist continued playing somewhere behind them. Joshua didn't answer immediately. He looked down at his tea. Then, quietly— "Yes."

Jeonghan felt something tighten in his chest. Joshua looked back up almost immediately. "But she doesn't love me. I know that. I accepted that a long time ago." He smiled sadly. "I've made peace with that, Jeonghan."

Jeonghan leaned back in his chair. "Have you?"

"I believe so," Joshua blinked.

"You believe so?"

Joshua frowned slightly. "Yes."

Jeonghan let out a humorless laugh. "Joshua."

"Hm?"

"You're... whimsical," Jeonghan began. "But you're not stupid."

He let out a breath and stared intently at Joshua, keeping his emotions at bay. "I know you're not. And I know that you know you're not."

Joshua's expression grew more serious. "I don't think I understand."

"No," Jeonghan nodded slowly. "I think you do."

He leaned forward. "You saved her seats, you call her, you text her, you comment on everything she posts, you invite her to dinner, you still call her 'darling'."

Joshua waited until Jeonghan was finished. Then he answered softly, "She's my best friend. I only wanted her to know she still had someone she could rely on."

"That's exactly the problem." Jeonghan shook his head. "She's your ex."

"I know." Joshua gulped.

"Do you?" Jeonghan raised a brow.

"...Yes."

"Then act like it." Jeonghan snapped. "I don't think you're aware of how you're acting, Joshua."

"You keep saying you're her best friend. You keep saying you've accepted the breakup, but every single thing you do..." Jeonghan gestured helplessly. "Says the exact opposite."

"I—"

Jeonghan's frustration spilled over, not giving Joshua any room to speak. "You're not aware until after you do it."

His voice carried farther than he intended. A few nearby guests glanced over. Gerard paused for only a second before quietly continuing with another table.

Joshua noticed immediately. "Jeonghan..."

Jeonghan shut his eyes. Ran a hand over his face. When he spoke again, his voice was lower. "Sorry. I'm not trying to make a scene. I just..." He exhaled sharply. "I'm frustrated."

Joshua nodded once. "Thank you."

Jeonghan looked up. "What?"

"Thank you for telling me," Joshua said gracefully. Jeonghan hated it. "I'd rather hear it from you than unknowingly continue hurting you."

That somehow made everything worse. Jeonghan laughed once. Short. Disbelieving. "You know what the worst part is?"

Joshua stayed silent.

"I respect you." Jeonghan sighed. "I respected you before I even met you."

"I became a model because I looked up to people like you. I thought rookie Jeonghan would've lost his mind knowing he'd one day have coffee with Joshua Hong, his idol; his everything."

Joshua looked crestfallen.

"But present-day Jeonghan is having a really hard time liking you," Jeonghan said. "I don't hate you. I don't dislike you at all. I wish you were an asshole because this would've been so much easier."

Another pause.

"But you're kind. You're generous. You mean well all the time, and that's exactly why this is so difficult."

Joshua's eyes began to glisten. Barely.

"I respect you with every fiber of my being," Jeonghan continued. "Which is why it hurts that I don't feel respected as Y/N's boyfriend."

Joshua immediately straightened. "I'm so—"

"No," Jeonghan shook his head. "Don't apologize yet. I want you to fuc— listen. I want you to listen."

Joshua nodded.

"I drew a map when Y/N and I started dating," Jeonghan said. "My relationship. My boundaries. My responsibilities." He looked Joshua directly in the eye. "And you've crossed lines you probably didn't even know existed."

Joshua didn't interrupt.

"So let me tell you where they are," Jeonghan took a slow breath. "Call her less. Stop saving seats for her. Stop behaving like the person she'll naturally turn to first."

"I never asked her to," Joshua said quietly.

Jeonghan finally explodes. "YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO!"

Everyone looked over.

Silence.

The pianist keeps playing. Jeonghan immediately realizes where he is. He pinches the bridge of his nose. "I'm sorry. I'm not doing this here."

"You shouldn't have to," Joshua whispered.

Jeonghan took a deep breath. "She chose me, and I need you to respect that choice."

"Thank you," Joshua said quietly, "for telling me. I genuinely realize I'd crossed those boundaries. Words cannot express how awful I feel. For that, I deeply and sincerely apologize."

He looked up. There wasn't a trace of defensiveness in it. Only regret. "I'll stop."

Gerard approaches. "Whenever you're ready, gentlemen."

Joshua looks up. "Oh." He smiled softly. "The bill, please."

The bill arrives, and Gerard leaves it on the table. Jeonghan reached for his wallet, but Joshua gently stopped him. "Please, allow me."

Jeonghan frowned. "After everything?"

Joshua smiled softly. It was the same warm smile he'd worn all afternoon. It simply didn't reach his eyes anymore. "It was my invitation."

He paid the bill and signed before Gerard handed back his card and left.

Jeonghan had imagined feeling relieved. Victorious, perhaps. Instead, there was only an uncomfortable heaviness settling somewhere beneath his ribs.

Jeonghan meant for his relationship to be respected.

Joshua understood that he should remove himself from your lives.

Jeonghan stood up after a moment of silence, and he put on his coat. He looked at Joshua one last time. "Just stay away from my relationship."

Joshua simply bowed. "I understand."

Joshua remained in his seat as he watched Jeonghan walk away. Jeonghan never looked back.

Jeonghan didn't feel victorious when he stepped out of the Four Seasons.

He expected relief. Satisfaction, perhaps. He had finally done what he'd wanted to do for months. He had stood up for his relationship. He had drawn the boundaries that should've been drawn long ago.

Instead, he felt strangely hollow. He resisted every urge to look back. He didn't.

When he arrived home, he found you exactly where he'd expected. Curled up on the couch with your laptop balanced across your knees. The moment you heard the front door open, your face lit up.

"Hannie!" Setting your laptop on the coffee table, you hurried over excitedly. "How'd it go?"

Jeonghan managed a small smile as he slipped off his shoes. "...It went well."

"It did?"

He nodded. "We talked."

You clasped your hands together. "I knew it! I told you you two would get along."

"Yeah," Jeonghan laughed quietly.

You immediately reached for your phone. "Joshi hasn't texted me yet." You frowned. "That's weird. He always tells me how things went after meeting people."

Jeonghan looked away. "Maybe he's still driving."

You nodded, accepting the answer without another thought. "Probably. Maybe he's on a phone call with Versace. He told me that he's expecting a call from Donatella. He'll probably call me later so he can update me all at once."

That night, however, your phone received no notifications from Joshua, but Jeonghan did. It buzzed just before midnight. You fell asleep with a hint of hurt, but Jeonghan was wide awake.

[Joshua Hong]: Good evening, Jeonghan. Thank you once again for taking the time to meet with me today. I sincerely appreciate your honesty and the respect with which you expressed your concerns. After reflecting on our conversation, I now understand the boundaries you entrusted me to respect. Please accept my deepest apologies for the discomfort I have caused you throughout your relationship with Y/N. Going forward, I will ensure that my actions reflect our discussion. I wish you both nothing but happiness. Respectfully, Joshua Hong

Jeonghan stared at the message for a long time. He typed. Deleted it. Typed again. Deleted it once more. Eventually, he locked his phone without replying.

Joshua kept his word. Painfully so. The comments beneath your Instagram posts disappeared first. Then the daily texts.

Then the late-night phone calls after fashion week, whenever he wanted to complain about quick changes, impossible schedules, or how Prada insisted on making him walk every ten seconds.

He stopped saving you seats at award shows. Stopped waiting after campaigns. Stopped inviting everyone to dinner after shoots. Whenever your schedules crossed, he greeted everyone with the same warm smile. Congratulated them. Finished his work.

Then quietly excused himself before anyone could ask him to stay. No one questioned it at first. Models grew busier. Campaigns overlapped. People traveled. Friendships naturally drifted apart. At least, that was what everyone told themselves.

The first person to notice was Mingyu. "Shua-hyung didn't invite us out after Givenchy."

Wonwoo shrugged. "Maybe he's tired."

Then came another campaign. Another fashion week. Another after-party, Joshua politely declined. Then another.

Soon enough, even Wonwoo stopped making excuses. "That's unlike him."

You noticed next. At first, it was little things. Joshua stopped calling you. Stopped sending reels. Stopped sending pictures of stray cats he'd seen on morning walks. The nicknames disappeared, too. The first time he addressed you by your actual name during a group chat, you stared at your phone for nearly a minute.

[Joshie💫]: Thank you, Y/N.

You frowned. "Hannie."

Jeonghan looked up from the kitchen. You held out your phone. "Look. I'm not 'Y/N'." A small laugh escaped you. "I'm always 'darling'."

Jeonghan forced himself to smile. "Maybe he's teasing you, love."

"I don't think so," You looked down at the screen again. "It feels weird."

Then came your birthday. Your apartment overflowed with flowers, laughter, and familiar faces. Mingyu somehow convinced half the industry to show up. Wonwoo brought wine. Seungcheol complained about traffic and his BOSS photo shoot ending late before hugging you anyway.

Every few minutes, your eyes wandered toward the entrance. Jeonghan noticed. "You okay?"

You smiled. "Yeah." Another glance toward the door. "I just thought Joshie would've been here by now. He's usually the first one here."

"He didn't RSVP."

"Oh," Your smile faltered. "That's, um, that's new. He didn't RSVP?"

"No," Jeonghan shook his head.

"I hope he's okay," You looked down at your untouched drink. "I can't read him lately, which is ridiculous because he's my best friend." A quiet laugh. "We know each other so well. Now, I don't even know what's happening."

You looked at Jeonghan. "Did he tell you anything?"

Jeonghan hesitated. "No."

"I don't get it. If he has so much free time," you swallowed. "why didn't he come to my birthday?"

Jeonghan looked around the room. Everyone else was laughing. Celebrating. Completely unaware.

He took your hand. "Can we talk somewhere?"

That night, he told you everything. From Maru Lounge. To the conversation. To the boundaries. To the apology. To the final words.

You listened without interrupting. By the end, you were crying. Not because Jeonghan had spoken to Joshua. You understood why. Not because he had drawn boundaries. You agreed he should have.

You cried because you thought that Joshua thought you wanted him gone.

A week later, Joshua Hong announced an indefinite hiatus from modeling. His agency cited "personal reasons". His comments disappeared. Interviews stopped. Fashion weeks continued without him. For the first time in over a decade, Joshua Hong simply vanished.

No one knew where he had gone. Only three people knew why.

BONUS

ONE YEAR LATER.

Photo shoots were always chaotic.

Stylists hurried between racks of clothing, photographers tested lighting, makeup artists called out for models, and production assistants sprinted across the venue with clipboards clutched to their chests.

The Valentino shoot was running twenty minutes behind schedule.

Mingyu leaned against the catering table with a coffee in one hand. "I'm telling you," he sighed dramatically, "after this shoot, we're going clubbing."

Jeonghan looked up from his phone. "It's only eight in the morning."

"So?"

"So no."

Mingyu rolled his eyes. "You've gotten boring ever since you started dating."

"Hey!" You exclaimed.

"I've gotten old," Jeonghan said.

"You're only thirty."

"Exactly."

Before Mingyu could argue back, the studio doors opened. One of Valentino's producers hurried inside. "He's here!"

Several staff members looked up at once.

"The Joshua Hong?"

"I heard he accepted!"

"I thought he retired?"

"I haven't photographed him in forever!"

The room buzzed with excitement. Jeonghan frowned. "Joshua?"

Mingyu blinked. "I thought Valentino booked you because he wasn't available."

"So did I."

The producer looked around. "Where's Joshua Hong?"

Then, the doors opened again. Silence swept across the studio. Joshua stepped inside. He wore a simple black coat over a white T-shirt and trousers, a garment bag slung neatly over one shoulder.

No entourage. No sunglasses. No dazzling entrance. He simply walked in. He looked thinner, not unhealthy. Just quieter. The room still reacted the same way.

"Joshua!"

"It's so good to have you back!"

"Oh, my god!"

"Welcome home!"

Photographers smiled. Stylists waved. Hair and makeup artists hurried over to greet him. Joshua returned every greeting with the same gentle smile he'd always worn.

"Thank you. It's nice seeing you again. I hope you've all been well." Then, his eyes found Mingyu. Then Jeonghan. And finally, you. Time seemed to stop.

Your face lit up immediately. "Joshie!" You instinctively took a step toward him. Joshua froze. Only for a second. His smile remained. "Y/N."

It was the first time he'd ever called you by your name. You didn't seem to notice. You closed the distance between you and wrapped your arms tightly around him.

"Oh my gosh," You laughed. "I missed you."

For one fleeting moment, Joshua almost hugged you back. His hands lifted then stopped. He gently rested them against your arms instead. Carefully. Respectfully. Creating just enough space to step away.

When you looked up, he was still smiling. It simply didn't reach his eyes. "It's nice seeing you again."

Confusion flickered across your face. "Joshie?"

Before you could ask him another question, Joshua looked toward the producer. "I'm terribly sorry." His voice remained as polite as ever. "It appears Valentino may have booked us under the assumption that I would be unavailable."

He glanced briefly at Jeonghan. Then lowered his eyes. "I have somewhere else to be regardless." A small bow. "Perhaps I may be considered for the next campaign instead."

The producer looked horrified. "No, no, Mr. Hong—we can make this work—"

Joshua smiled gently. "I wouldn't want to inconvenience anyone." His gaze returned to Jeonghan for only a moment. "Nor do I wish to make anyone uncomfortable."

Jeonghan's chest tightened. "Joshua..."

Joshua looked up. Jeonghan gulped. "Stay."

For the first time that morning, Joshua hesitated. The studio had gone almost completely silent. Even Mingyu, who normally always had something to say, simply watched.

Joshua offered the smallest smile. "Thank you, but I do not wish to be in the way."

The words hung in the air. Only Jeonghan understood what they meant. Only Jeonghan knew where they'd come from. He watched Joshua turn toward the exit. Something inside him twisted. This wasn't what he'd asked for. It had never been what he'd asked for.

"Joshua."

Joshua stopped walking. Without turning around. Jeonghan spoke before he could think. "Will you be at Cheol's party?"

A long silence. Then Joshua answered quietly. "I don't think I should attend." He smiled to himself. "It's best this way. Please take care."

The doors closed softly behind him. No one moved. No one spoke. Finally, Mingyu looked around the room in complete disbelief.

"What was that?" He frowned toward the now-closed doors. "What the hell happened to Shua-hyung?"

a/n: aaaaahhh IM SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY BUT i hope you guys liked the switch up! i often read stories abt women being so persistent or crazy ex gf fics, so i thought i'd change it! i hope you guys dont mind. please lmk what u think! see u in purple with minghao! <3

Series taglist: @joongtime @neotannies @seungkwanglazer @gibbonstar @moonriverandkmg @mythologicalbaoo @insannities @dumbestchaos @morgangrice18

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welcome home zaddy, we miss you 🙏🏻

[lotushrtz]

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𝒥eonghan ℳoodboard

[aeracho]

Imagine hearing Jeonghan’s beautiful moan while you are fucking him because of how slut he is and how he can’t keep his hand on his side. He’s been flirting with this unknown girl while you are out of his side because you are talking privately with your friends, you noticed that Jeonghan has been touchy with the girl but she didn’t mind it…You ignore them thinking they will stop somehow but you are so done with the slutty giggle coming from the girl, you excuse yourself from your friends and went back to the two, you scoff trying to get their attention before raising one of your eyebrows “Having fun??” You asked but before Jeonghan could talk the girl replied with a confident “We are, why?? Are you jealous??”…You ignore the girl's reply and pull Jeonghan's wrist before walking outside the club and pushing him inside the car…Afterward, you can see and hear Jeonghan’s loud moan and squirming because you have been teasing him since you got inside the bedroom

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jeonghan bf imagines

pairing: jeonghan x fem! reader

warnings: fluff, kisses !!

• jeonghan who takes you on a sunset picnic

• jeonghan who sometimes take you to explore cafe's and stores

• jeonghan who is mostly lazy, so your dates are basically you and him cuddling and binge watching

• jeonghan who pays for everything you buy; touch something from the store. paid.

• jeonghan who took you to one of the most expensive restaurants for your anniversary

• jeonghan who his a menace when playing games w/ you

• jeonghan who teases you when with the members

• jeonghan who doesn't cheat on games when you play w/ him

• jeonghan who stares at your lips while talking

• jeonghan who lets you style his hair

• jeonghan who rants to you about work

• jeonghan who calls you before his performances

• jeonghan who kisses you every chance he gets

• jeonghan who tricks you to whistling so he can kiss you.

• jeonghan who loves you so much he bought 2 rings for you both handa for some reason.

[jihoonieeeee]

it is jeonghan’s enlistment day. serve well, hannie 🤍

[boochans]

17 days of cheol - day 6: attacca op1 jacket shoot

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I Love you (part 3)

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x Y/N (reader)

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Jessica fucking Thompson.

You knew that voice anywhere. The very voice that always there to take whatever it is that belongs to you, but always so fucking unlucky for every second of the time. Thank heavens for that.

"Y/N! What a coincident! What are you doing here?" Jessica ask you with a very annoying high pitch voice.

"Do I look like I'm here to cook, Jessica?" You swear she'll annoys you to death by just breathing.

"Aww, don't be like that! Looks like you hurt your hand with, let me think, umm like some kind of an acid accident? How unfortunate." A wicked glint flashes in Jessica's eyes as she eyeing your injury, gloating for your bad luck.

So she's the mastermind here. How predictable.

Sometimes you wonder how on earth does this stupid human being can live and kicking until today, unscattered and happy? Who in their right mind will casually admitting to their crime in broad daylight? You really don't know what kind of good deed she did in her past life to be blessed with this life that she have today.

On the other hand, being a sharp person that she is, Rebecca swiftly turn on her phone recording rightly after she noticed Jessica coming towards you a few second ago. She have this hunch that it will be worth it to record your conversation. Hence, the unofficial confession from the villain has been recorded successfully.

Taking your silent as a yes, Jessica continues to provoke your emotion, "Looks like I'm right, 'ey? Aww poor Y/N! Have you cried to Cheollie about this yet? Oh, wait! You guys are not together anymore, right? Oh my god, I am so sorry! Double boohoo for you, Y/N!"

Before you can even retort her, Jessica continue, "You know what Y/N, you better stop pestering Cheollie from now on because," she paused her word for a second as she look down on her stomach and caressing it gently before she carry on, "Well, because he's going to be the father to our child! I'm pregnant with Cheollie's child, Y/N! It's wonderful, isn't?" Armed with a lovely and gentle smile as her disguise, the bomb of a news that she throws at you makes your heart shattered completely, making you feel empty inside like a broken doll.

"What did you just say?" You can't help it but to question her again, as you're unwilling to believe the news you just heard.

"I'm pregnant with Cheollie's child, silly Y/N! Well, it's just been for like, 3 weeks old, but-" you cannot bring yourself to listen to the rest of her words as you cut her off with an emotionless 'congratulation' and make a bee-line towards your car outside the ER. Rebecca silently followed you out, not missing the evil, psycho grin from Jessica after you left.

"You've got the recording, right?" You asked Rebecca once you both boarding the car. "Yes, President. I'll settle this matter as soon as possible."

"Good. Make sure she reap a dozen of what she sow this time. I think I had enough of her antics in this life." You gave her your final sentence grudgingly while holding onto your injured hand.

*

"Boss, we found her. She just came out from AV Hospital after her appointment with an O&G specialist. We've looked into the system and found out that," a little hesitation coming from the other side of the line before gathering their courage to continue the report, "well, we discovered that Jessica is currently bearing a child, about 3 weeks old."

There you have it. The deathly report has been conveyed to the hell king and its only a matter of time for the hell to break loose.

"Find out who's the father is no matter the method and don't let this news spread, especially not to Y/N. If she come to realize this because of your incompetant, you know whats coming for you." Before Seungcheol got their acknowledgement on their new mission, his henchmen disclose the information he dreaded the most where you already knew the pregnancy news from none other than Jessica herself.

An eerie silence from Seungcheol's side makes them break into a very cold sweat.

All hell will break loose soon indeed.

*

"I can work anywhere I want, right? Right Becca?" Your ride from the hospital has been masked with a serene silence until you broke it by asking the question out of the blue.

"Of course, President. Wherever you are, I'll tag along and do my best to assist you." Determined to stay by your side, Rebecca will go anywhere with you as long as you bring her along. That's her promise when she started her service in your company.

"No, Becca. I need you to stay here, to keep all the staff in check for me. I won't be out for long, maybe a couple of months, or maybe a year, top." Smiling, you carry on with your words, "I think my heart needs some healing I never knew I needed, Becca. And its definitely not here." A stream of tears gushing out from your eyes as you can't seem to hold back your sadness any longer. Rebecca can't help it but to engulfed you into the tighest hug ever as a way to console you, even for a little while.

You asked the driver to drop you off at Mingyu's house and once again, you can't keep your tears in when he's already standing tall on his yard, barefoot and looking anxious while waiting for you. He streched his long legs towards your side and give you a big bear hug that you deserve. Rebecca bow respectfully to you both and quietly leave you with Mingyu as she knew you are in good hands.

After Mingyu heard the shocking revelation from you, he can't help but to narrated a long, colourful curses to both Seungcheol and Jessica for doing this to you.

"I swear I'll give them a piece of my mind when we meet up. Gosh, this is so frustrating! What's in his mind that he have the heart to treat you like this?!" Said Mingyu while angrily chopping poor potatoes and tomatoes to make you some of your favourite hot soup of his. His cooking has never ceased to amaze you and you love every single thing about it.

You both take your seat at the dining table once Mingyu finished his cooking. Gosh, his cooking definitely a precious gift from the heaven. "Gyu, may I ask you a favour?" You meekly asked Mingyu about the decision you've made this afternoon. Mingyu put down his spoon to give you his full attention and motioning you to continue.

"I want to go somewhere far away from here. A place where Seungcheol can't find me eventhough he might not and I know you're the only one who can outsmart him on this, well maybe Jeonghan too. Will you help me?" Taking your uninjured hand in his, he agreed readily to your request and he already got some place in mind that he'll share with you later. You thank him for always be there for you before you both heard the door bell ringing.

Bethany and Wonwoo both engulfed you in a tight group hug, well, with a carefully hugging session of course, to avoid any more injury there is.

"I wish I could just chop both of that bitch's hand! Why is she not changing at all? After all these years and she's still playing this snatching game? What a loser!" Bethany can't contain her anger as she stabbed the poor potato in her soup bowl.

"Actually, I just have this one speculation on my mind after the day we found out about your breakup with Seungcheol hyung." All eyes and ears are on Wonwoo and he continue his theory after he got the attention he need.

"I just don't understand why Seungcheol hyung suddenly acted this way. Like, we all knew him for a long time even before you two started dating, right? He's not someone whom will cheat on his partner no matter how short the relationship last between them. Look, I know people can change anytime but old habit die hard, right? So my conclusion here is, I think what is currently going on between the two of you and that bitch Jessica might not be 100% of Seungcheol hyung's fault. Something more might be behind it than the one that meets the eye."

Quietness engulfed everyone in the dining room with all eyes on Wonwoo, feeling both amazed and shocked. Hence, Bethany decided to fill it with her witty remark.

"Wow. I never knew you can speak that long, Wonu-ya. That's a very suprising fact about you that I've learn today. Maybe we can give you some more brain exercise for you to think rather than letting your brain to rot with all those games that you played."

Loud laughter erupted throughout the house and Wonwoo just smile shyly while eating his soup.

"Well, Wonu does have a point there. But no worries. I'll help you investigate this matter while you're resting, love. I might also deliver Seungcheol hyung a punch or two as an early payment." Another laughter erupted and it's caused by Mingyu this time.

After some movie marathon and a few bowl of popcorn, you all decided to retire for the night and retreat to Mingyu's guest room upstairs.

"Have you inform your parents about your upcoming departure?" Beth cuddles you on the bed.

"Not yet. Maybe tomorrow. I guess they'll be cool about it, right?" Your parents is not strict, but they do appreciate it if you and your brother update them about your life every now and then. They did sent their own men to guard you from afar but, hearing from you personally is much better.

"I'm so proud of you, Y/N. Seungcheol has been comfortable long enough that he forgot to cherish you the way you should be. For now, just focus on your own healing and let the past stays in the past. The truth will come out eventually and all we have to do now is to wait." Bethany stroke your hair gently and soon you both slowly drift into your own dreamland, feeling safe and sound in each others arm.

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That is all for part 3 of I Love You.

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Thank you for reading, my lovelies and we'll see each other in the next chapter!^^