Hello! I really enjoyed the response to my last request (the bad habit reader with Jun hun), and I was wondering if I could get a part two?
Like the reader is having a party and Jun han brings the rest of the band to meet reader but a fight breaks out between either reader and a random person, or reader and a band member,
And Jun han takes the readers side and takes care of them afterwards?
I hope this isn't too much ,
Also can I be 🎻 anon?
Of course you can be 🎻 anon! I changed your request just a tiny bit, instead of the reader having a party. I wrote where they go to a party I hope that you don't mind, it was easier for me to write that way. :)
Part 2 to Why Do You Stay?
Han Hyeongjun
Summary:It’s been over a year since you’ve been to a party, but you feel like you’re ready now and you have Hyeongjun by your side, so what could go wrong?
WC:~1.9k
Warning: reader gets into a fight, minor injuries, one cuss word
photo not mine credits to owner.
An annual party was coming up. It was a party that the buskers of your area always held as a little celebration for the year coming to an end. You were still undecided about going to it or not. You skipped out on it last year, due to working on yourself to become a better person, ie not trusting yourself to be near alcohol or other substances that would probably be there. The party was always fun though and you were admittedly bummed about missing it last year. However, you still weren’t sure if going to a party would be a good thing for you.
“Hey, y/n you had a nice set tonight, looks like you did pretty good money wise too.” One of your busking friends came up to you as you were beginning to pack up.
“Thanks. I watched yours for a bit before I had to start mine. Your set was good too.” It was kinda weird having another friend that wasn’t Hyeongjun, but it was nice at the same time. You and her weren’t the closest of friends, but you talked to each other often enough and sometimes grabbed dinner together.
“Are you coming to the party this year? I know you skipped last year,” she asked you.
“I’m not sure,” you told her, which caused her to pout a little.
“Oh come on,” she sulked. “Ooo what if you invited your boyfriend to come with you? Didn’t you mention that he was in a band too? It would be fun!” she tried to persuade you. The thought of Hyeongjun going with you did make you feel more at ease.
“I’ll ask him. If he agrees I’ll probably go then,” you say.
“Yay!” She did a little jump. “Ok, you get home safe,” she told you.
“You too,” you returned.
“Bye,” she tells you as she begins to walk away.
“Bye,” you said back. You finished packing your belongings and headed back home.
The next day Hyeongjun was over at your place, the two of you sitting on your little couch, munching on snacks, while watching a movie.
“Hyeongjun,” you called his attention, setting your bag of snacks down.
“Yes.” He turned to look at you.
“How would you feel about going to the busking party with me?” you asked hesitantly and looked down at your lap, fiddling with your fingers.
“Are you sure you want to go?” he asked, quickly noticing your uneasiness. You let out a small sigh.
“I want to go, but I’m scared that I’ll do something stupid,” you admit in a small voice. “If you go with me though I think I would be ok. I do miss not going to it last year,” you said. Hyeongjun took a moment to look at you. Almost as if he was analyzing every micro-expression you made.
“Ok, let’s go,” he agreed. More excitement filled your body than you thought it would upon Hyeonjun’s agreeance.
“Really?” you questioned.
“Yes,” Hyeongjun stated.
“Oh yeah, you can invite your members too if you want,” you added.
“You know they are always asking me about you. This would be a good chance for them to finally meet you,” he says. Truth be told you felt a little nervous about meeting his members. You don’t know what Hyeongjun has told them about you. Granted you know that he wouldn’t say anything bad regarding you. It still made you nervous because there were plenty of bad things to say about you, your past specifically.
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The day of the party rolled around and all the excitement you had about attending had turned into doubt and worry. You didn’t want to relapse into your bad habits that you worked so hard to get rid of again.
Knock knock knock the ease to your worries has just arrived. You went to your apartment door and opened it up. On the other side stood Hyeongjun and his members.
“Hey, come in.” You stepped aside allowing them all to enter your apartment.
“So y/n really is real,” Jiseok said as he walked in, causing you to laugh.
“Did you think that I was fake?” you chuckled out.
“Him and Jooyeon had a theory that Hyeongjun wasn’t leaving in the middle of the night to go visit you, but because he was a secret agent,” Jungsu disclosed.
“I’ve shown you guys videos of y/n busking before though,” Hyeongjun states.
“That was a part of your cover,” Jooyeon dismisses.
“Well I’m very much real. It’s nice to meet you guys and Hyeongjun definitely isn’t a secret agent. Trust me I would know,” you said. The group of you made conversation for a little while before deciding to head off to the party.
Once you arrived at the location of the party you tensed up a bit. Hyeongjun sensed this and linked his hand with yours, giving you a reassuring smile. The music was loud and the scent of alcohol wafted through the air, but with Hyeongjun’s hand holding yours you felt secure.
“Y/n you made it!” Your friend excitedly made her way over to you.
“Yeah I did. You’ve seen Hyeongjun before and these are his band members,” you gestured. They greeted each other politely. Your friend stayed with you and laughed as you guys watched Seungmin and Jungsu desperately trying to keep Gunil from the dance floor.
“Can you come with me and hold my drink while I go to the bathroom?” your friend asked you.
“Yeah, just let me tell Hyeongjun,” you responded. You tapped Hyeongjun’s shoulder. He leaned closer to you in order to hear you better.
“I’m gonna go to the bathroom with f/n” you told him.
“Do you want me to come with you?” he offered. You shook your head.
“No, it should be fine. I’ll be right back,” you said. Both you and f/n linked arms as you made your way through the crowd and to the bathroom. It was a one person bathroom so you waited right outside the door, holding f/n’s drink. All was good until a voice you didn’t want to hear again filled your ears.
“Well if it isn’t y/n. I knew you couldn’t stay away from the party scene forever,” he spoke to you in a condescending tone.
“Go away,” you spoke tiredly, but he completely ignored your words.
“Drink in your hand too. Although I think there are very few times I saw you without a drink in your hands.”
“It’s not mine. I’m holding it for a friend they’re in the bathroom,” you explained. The a-hole laughs.
“You? Have a friend? You don’t do friends y/n. Well,no I guess there is that one guy that always picked up when you were wasted or got kicked out of a bar for violence. No clue why he stuck around though.” Your short temper was starting to snap.
“Shut up,” you told him sternly.
“Aww are you gonna get violent with me now?” he spoke menacingly. “ Don’t forget you owe me. You know how much money I spent buying you drinks, other things,” he pokes.
“If you want me to pay you money I will. Just leave me alone,” you huffed.
“I don’t want your money,” he says.
“Then what?” you spit.
“You. I want you to party with me again. I miss having you around.” He said the last sentence as if he was being sincere.
“Not happening. I don’t party like that anymore,” you told him.
“Oh come on. You seriously think that you’ve changed. People like us don’t change y/n. Come back to having fun. You played good girl long enough,” he reached out to tuck your hair behind your ear. You snapped, catching his wrist and twisting it.
“Ah, you bitch!” he hissed in pain. He used his free end to grab you by your hair, yanking it harshly. You kicked him in the gut in return and it turned into a full blown fight from there. Your friend exited the bathroom terrified at the sight of you fighting. She tried yelling at you to stop, to no prevail. She quickly went to get Hyeongjun. She panickedly explained the situation and Hyeongjun went rushing over to you.
“Y/n stop!” he yelled at you, arms trying to grab you to pull you back. Hyeongjun’s voice instantly registers in your ears, bringing you back from being blinded by rage. You stumble backwards into his arms.
“See y/n you haven’t changed.” he straightens himself out, whipping the blood from his bruised jaw. “Seriously, I don’t get why you stick around them dude,” He patted Hyeongjun on the shoulder as he walked away.
You haven’t changed, you haven’t changed, you haven’t changed.
“Hey it’s ok. You’re ok now, don’t cry” Hyeongjun soothes you, wiping away your tears. You didn’t even know you were crying.
You haven’t changed, you haven’t changed, you haven’t changed.
“Come on, let's get you home and cleaned up.” Hyeongjun gently guides you out of the party. You don’t even know if Hyeongjun said goodbye to his members or not. All that rings through your ears is, you haven’t changed, you haven’t changed, you haven’t changed.
Hyeongjun sits you down on your couch and goes to grab the supplies to bandage you up.
You haven’t changed, you haven’t changed, you haven’t changed.
“Sorry, this is going to sting a little,” he apologies before going to disinfect your wounds. You hiss in pain upon the disinfectant meeting your wounds.
You haven’t changed, you haven’t changed, you haven’t changed. It’s not the first time Hyeongjun has patched you up.
Seriously, I don’t get why you stick around them dude. Why should Hyeongjun stick around? Not when, you haven’t changed.
“I haven’t changed,” you stated as Hyeongjun carefully covered your busted knuckles.
“That’s not true y/n you’ve changed a lot,” Hyeongjun tells you.
“Have I? It’s not the first time we’ve been here Hyeongjun.”
“Yes, you’ve changed y/n. You can still see the floor in your laundry room. You don’t stay out too late. Your life is completely different compared to how you were living last year.”
“But after going to one party. I feel right back into a bad habit. I got into another fight,” you voice was filled with defeat.
“No, it was him who caused it. Anyone would punch an a-hole like him. He deserves it,” Hyeongjun tried to console you.
“I let him provoke me though. I should have walked away.” you said.
“We both know that he would have followed you. Remember how many times you had to block him from contacting you?”
“Your members probably hate me now right? I messed up. They think I’m someone who goes around fighting people at parties,” you spoke with discontent.
“They don’t hate you y/n. They would actually like to hang out with you again,” he tells you.
“Why?” you asked, completely confused.
“Well Jooyeon said that you should be our body guard. He saw the damage that you did. Gunil says he should have been with you to beat him himself. Jungsu kinda started crying after seeing you cry. Seungmin and Jiseok were really concerned about you being ok. They could tell how distraught you were,” Hyeongjun elucidated. It felt weird. You could hardly understand why Hyeongjun cared about you and now he’s telling you that his members care about you too.
“Thank you,” you hugged him tightly, tears falling from your eyes again.
“Why are you crying again?” he rubbed your back, in relaxing circles.
“I love you,” you hugged him impossibly tighter. Hyeongjun smiles.
“I love you too,” he gently rocks you both side to side. Hugging you equally as tight with no intentions of ever letting you go. He was always going to stay with you.
Mya gets very excited when she doesn’t have to speak Korean
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“I love your hair!” Mya gushed to the fan in front of her. “Did you do it yourself?”
“Yeah.” The fan grinned. “I’m so happy you like it.”
Mya reached forward and took hold of the end of the fan’s intricate braid, considering it carefully. “It’s so beautiful! Will you come to another fansign?”
“I will. Thank you for-”
The staff signalled that it was time to move on.
“It was so nice to meet you!” Mya waved as the girl descended the steps and back into the crowd.
She took the next album and sighed it quickly.
“Hi, Yuri!” She looked up excitedly. “Are you having fun?”
“I’m having fun.” The girl repeated uncertainly.
Mya detected a hint of an accent and her eyes widened slightly. “Where are you from?”
“Japan.” Yuri said quietly. “I’m here studying.”
Mya’s gasp of excitement was audible throughout the entire room, and it prompted Seungwoo and Hangyul to both look up in concern.
What they found was Mya in her absolute element. None of them could understand a word, especially at the rapidfire speed Mya was speaking.
“I haven’t spoken Japanese in forever!” Mya exclaimed. “Except with my brother. Do you have siblings? None of the boys speak good Japanese, but I’m trying to teach Seungwoo. I was worried that my accent was getting worse, do you think it sounds okay? I’m so scared that if we do a concert in Japan and my-”
“Mimi-” Dohyon poked her from the spot next to her. “You have to let her speak.”
Mya clapped her hands over her mouth. “I’m so sorry! What were your questions?”
“I didn’t have any.” Yuri reassured her. “I just wanted to tell you how much of a fan I am. It’s nice to see a female rapper who’s Japanese. I hope you do really really well.”
“That really means so much.” Mya beamed. “If you’re studying in Korea, will you come to more fansigns? I need to speak to my Japanese buddy.”
“I’ll try.” Yuri promised.
“Yay!” The staff signalled to move on. Mya reached forward and gave Yuri’s hand a squeeze. “Good luck, friend. Korean is hard, but the people are very nice. I promise you’ll get the hang of it.”
“Thank you!” Mya blew her a kiss as she walked away.
In the van on the way home, Mya couldn’t stop smiling. She had the Sailor Moon soundtrack on repeat in her headphones, and was kicking her feet absentmindedly as she stared out the window.
Someone poked her in the side. She removed her headphones as she turned towards Wooseok.
“Wassup?” She asked, grinning brightly.
He shook his head. “I really wish Dohyon hadn’t started teaching you slang.”
Mya shrugged. “I need to get better at it.”
He rested his head on her shoulder, moving one of her pigtails out of his eye. “Did you like the fansign today?”
“I loved it.” Mya nodded, grabbing his hand.
“I saw you got really excited talking to that Japanese girl.” He said quietly. “Was she cool?”
“Yeah, really cool.” Mya sighed. “It was nice to speak without having to think about every word before I say it.”
Wooseok looked up at her. She was still smiling, but he could see a glimmer of sadness in her eyes.
“I’m sorry, Mimi.”
“Sorry? For what?” She seemed surprised.
Wooseok squeezed her hand. “I’m sorry we can’t help you more.”
“You guys help me all the time.” Mya answered. “All of the fun Korean words, I learn from you guys.”
“I know. But I’m still sorry that we can’t make you feel at home.” He told her. “It isn’t fair that everything is harder for you.”
“I signed up for it.” She said quietly. “It’s okay.”
“It’s not.” He closed his eyes, leaning further into her shoulder. “Teach me something.”
“What?”
“How am I going to be a good Japanese buddy unless I know Japanese. Teach me something.”
Mya gave a tiny smile. “What do you want to learn?”
“You pick. Something fun.”
Mya grinned, before saying something in Japanese.
Wooseok repeated it with only slight hesitation. “How was that?”
“Perfect.” Mya smiled.
“What did I say?”
“I’m lazy and uncoordinated.”
“Yah.” He sat up. “I was being sweet.”
“You were.” Mya patted his head. “But I don’t need you to feel bad for me. I like working hard, and I like speaking Korean.”
“You’d tell us if it ever got too hard, right?”
“Right.” She nodded. “But right now, it’s mostly fun.”
“Mostly?”
“Mostly.” She agreed. “I got the word for cat and tiger confused again. I just don’t understand why they’re so similar!”
