#junkyu angst

[alohajun]

♡ GOOD NEWS — KIM JUNKYU

junkyu x gn!reader | wc : 0.5k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, alcohol consumption, mentions of the work ‘puke, barf’, drunk junkyu, established relationship au, fluff | loki's lines : 1 outta the 654521894 ideas me and jules come up with off a single prompt that’s thrown our way honestly our dms are half ideas when both of us are online at the same time

“poor thing. imagine having to deal with your own boyfriend trying to flirt with you?”

hyunsuk snickered, turning away as you looked at him with a subtle glare before training your eyes on jihoon, who was laughing away with no care.

“y/n is probably getting flashbacks to the day they first met,” the younger male spoke, only laughing harder when you slapped his arm. “what?!”

“wait, what?” jaehyuk raised his brow in question. “what happened when they first met?”

you rolled your eyes playfully, gesturing towards the male who sat in front of you, doing his best at looking at you with a ‘sexy’ gaze. “pretty much this. this idiot was drunk, and he tried flirting with me–” you were cut off by an overly excited jihoon, unable to keep the rest of it to himself.

“–before he puked all over her. it was quite the sight,” he continued, laughing. “not the prettiest sight, but an entertaining one, for sure.”

jaehyuk looked confused, staring at your boyfriend before looking back at you. “you agreed to date him after that?” he checked, unsure if he was missing something. “even after he barfed on you? damn, i could never.”

“i didn’t think i could either, but what can i say? it’s the kim junkyu effect.”

the drunken male in front of you perked up at the mention of his name, the corners of his lips tilting upwards as he looked at you. “yep, kim junkyu, that’s my name! don’t overuse it.” he clicked his tongue, causing you to heave a hopeless sigh.

“please, stop. i’m losing my last brain cell as we speak.”

“it doesn’t matter what you lose, because at the end of the day, i’m yours — so who’s the winner here?”

your mouth fell open at your boyfriend’s words, turning to his friends, wondering which of them taught him to speak like that. but seeing their shocked expressions, especially jihoon’s, you realized it was really your junkyu trying to hit you up to the best of his abilities.

“so …” junkyu dragged, resting his face on his hands as he looked at you. “does this mean i can take you out on a date?” he asked, cracking a shy smile, which made your insides melt a little.

“well, i got good news and bad news for you.”

the brunet blinked slowly, trying to register your words before a small frown came on his face as he nodded. “what’s the bad news?” he looked worried for you, making your heart swell at his unintended cuteness.

“well, the bad news is that i have a boyfriend,” you answered, getting snickers from the others as they witnessed how you expertly handled your drunken boyfriend.

junkyu’s brows furrowed as he frowned even more. “then what’s the good news?” he inquired, observing you intently as you reached out with your hands.

“the good news is …” you smiled to yourself, softly pinching his flushed cheeks as you responded. “… you are my boyfriend, idiot.” junkyu tilted his head in confusion before a drunken smile adorned his face.

“well, what a pleasant surprise. that’s certainly some good news.”

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[milkybonya]

11:11 - 김준규

warnings: angst but a positive/happy? open ending

summary: Junkyu breaks your heart and regrets it later

part 2 here

milky's 💌: it started raining so i immediately turned on my speaker and played 11:11 by Taeyeon, and then i just got the sudden urge to write... also im sorry the readmore tab isnt working for me rn T.T

as the clock hands pass over one another again, you tightly shut your eyes. rain pelts against your windows but you have the curtains shut. it's cold in your room but you stay glued to your desk, clutching your phone in your hands.

you wish on the rain, on the sky that is probably full of stars outside, for Junkyu to text you back. you beg and plead the universe for him to reply and reply honestly.

bzzzt.

y/n, i was just in the shower!

liar.

he's a liar and your eyes well with tears. the stupid clock won't stop ticking, the rain won't stop falling and neither will your tears, now.

you leave Junkyu's dms and open up your friend's, zooming in on the photo they sent you. you zoom in on the photo of Junkyu kissing someone else's temple, holding someone else close and you sob.

your relationship with Junkyu never felt real. it always felt one-sided, even though he confessed to you first. even though he asked you out first, promised he would treat you right and said countless other things, it never for a second felt real. even when he uncurled your angry fists when you were frustrated so he could hold your hands, it all felt fake. even when he kissed you in the back of the classroom with everyone there, giggling as he watched as your face turn red and you whispered at him to stop, it was a lie. it was all a lie.

well, it wasn't a lie. but at some point, it did become one.

Junkyu stopped replying to you. he was always on his phone when you spent time together and barely said anything to you. it seemed like you didn't exist anymore.

you were worried sick but all of that was replaced with anger and realization when your friend sent you that photo of Junkyu kissing someone else at exactly 11:11. 11:11, the time Junkyu would always point out to you in class. he'd take hold of your arm and tell you to close your eyes and wish for something. you always wished for his happiness, not knowing that his happiness lay in the hands of a different lover.

now, at 11:15, you're crying your eyes out while Junkyu is out on a date with some other person. just like that, your first love has come to an end. just like that, you've been forgotten and replaced.

when you calm down, you pull back the curtains and stare up at the sky. you wonder how long it'll take to forget him, and if you ever even will. you doubt it, but you know you'll move on somehow.

-

Junkyu was foolish to let you go, and he only realizes it once you've already slipped away. he knows something is wrong when you don't reply to him telling you he was showering, but at that moment, he doesn't make sense of it. it's only after a few weeks that he notices he's lost you.

when you stop waiting by his house in the mornings to walk to school, when you don't leave him snacks on his desk, when you ask to sit elsewhere and not beside him, with all of these things he slowly understands. once he understands, he misses you. but there's nothing he can do. he was foolish and fell for a senior who confessed to him as a joke. he dated them, chose them over you and got his heart broken. he knows your heart must hurt more than his, though.

so, even after six years pass and you meet again but on a college campus, Junkyu still misses you. he still regrets everything and his heart still aches for you.

"number 57! coffee for... y/n? wait... y/n?" Junkyu falters as he holds your drink out, working as a barista in the campus café.

you take the drink from his hands and walk off, not having seen or recognized him because you were on your phone. Junkyu recognizes you immediately, though. even though you look (he hates to say it) so much better now that you're without him, he recognizes you.

he runs past the counter and leaves the café, chasing after you.

"y/n! y/n!"

you can't hear him because you have earbuds in, but it doesn't matter. Junkyu got a glimpse of something important: the textbook in your hands. he knows the course and lecture that it's for, and now he knows where to find you.

that's all he needs.

he looks up at the blue sky and thanks the universe for sending you back to him. but maybe he should be thanking you, instead. maybe it was all those 11:11 wishes that you made for his happiness that made you reappear before him, because now, Junkyu's happiness is you.

[part 2]

[zeawoo]

Why?

—kim junkyu

PAIRING ▸ neglectivebf!junkyu x reader

GENRE ▸ angst, established relationship

SUMMARY ▸ Junkyu finally realizes how bad he’s been treating you during your relationship and attempts to make things better, but he’s too late.

WORDCOUNT ▸ 0.581K

DISCLAIMERS & TAGS ▸ fem!reader toxicbf!junkyu, inspired by the song “why” by bazzi, strong language, written in 2nd person, mentions of a car accident, hints at death

The weather seems to reflect Junkyu’s feelings today. Droplets fall on his clothes as he walks on the sidewalk on his way home from the internet café. With every step he takes, the rain gets heavier and he regrets not checking the weather this morning before heading off to school.

Is this how you’re going to punish me for treating her so badly? Don’t you think this is a little too light?

His phone rings in his pocket, making him raise his head from the ground to the screen, lighting up his fatigued features. Another call from y/n… Instead of swiping left on the notification that lingers on his phone screen, Junkyu presses the side button, switching off the device and shoving it back onto his pocket.

The boy stops in the middle of his tracks, slowly raising his head to meet the dulled sky. Droplets fall onto his face, soaking his hair and clothes. He inhales slowly and quickly releases it into a sigh that contains so many confused feelings within him. He knows he’s done fucked up so many times with you, but every single time, you forgave him as if it were nothing.

But Junkyu knew better. He saw how hurt you were, but he didn’t do anything. The last couple of nights were spent thinking about you. How despite being treated like shit, you always cared for your boyfriend, Kim Junkyu. The homemade food that you would bring him during lunch was thrown in the trash the moment you walked away. All of your homework was stolen by him, leaving you to redo the assignments over and over again.

You really deserved better. So much better than the coward you were dating. The boy you called your boyfriend, Kim Junkyu.

Junkyu’s head turns towards a convenient store at the end of the street and after a moment of thinking, he slowly starts trudging over to it. Once inside, he shakes his head vigorously in attempt to dry off his wavy, black hair. Skimming the isles, he stops at the drinks section, frozen in place.

Shit, does she like strawberry or banana milk?

Unsure, he reaches for the banana flavored milk, only to stop midway and choose the strawberry one.

What candy does she like? Licorice? Jelly? Does she even like sweets at all?

And for the first time since you two started dating seven months ago, Junkyu finally got mad at himself for not knowing such basic things about his own significant other. Not that he ever even cared about knowing them before today…

He randomly picks a pack of jelly worms and goes to pay. He sighs again when he walks out of the store, eyes glued to the bag in his hands, hoping you would like the small gesture that was nowhere near big enough to mend your unhinged relationship.

His ringtone being set off brings him back to reality and he doesn’t even bother to look at who it is before answering. “Hello? What do you-“

“Are you Kang Y/n’s boyfriend?” The panicked voice cuts him off, making the boy’s brows knit together in confusion. When he doesn’t answer, the other person speaks up in a pained, slow tone. “Young man, your girlfriend was caught up in a nasty car accident. And I’m so sorry to have to be the one breaking this news to you, but she hasn’t been breathing for the past few minutes.”

So this. This is my punishment, huh?

[jaesvelvet]

jealousy jealousy — kim junkyu

words: 1.7k words

warning: grammartical errors,idk what i write does it make sense? reader being insecure!

pairing: junkyu+fem reader

notes: i want to publish my jihoon's ff but i haven't finish it yet since my school is starting soon😭 anyway this ff inspired by olvia rodrigo's song, jealousy jealousy (remember you're beautiful just like the way you are!!!🤍)

you couldn't help but grinned as you step into the famous YG building. it feels like a dream come true. you used to be a trainee in a small company for 5 months before decided to left, you realized that you didn't have the talent to be an idol, you're just average on everything, that's all. you gasped when you saw a huge screen in front of the escalator playing blackpink's mv on the screen. YG is that rich exactly like the news said.

"y/n!"

you turn, grinning widely at junkyu, who from the convenience store with some snacks on both of his hands. you waved at him and junkyu laugh in response

"i'm sorry for being late," he said, handing some bread to you

"no it's okay i just got here," you said

you and junkyu are best friends since high school, you're the one who supported junkyu's journey to debut, and junkyu was grateful to have a friend like you, junkyu always convince you to audition at YG but you refused since you now want to focus on your studies. but after junkyu accidentally saw a book full of lyrics song at your desk, he forced you to record one of the songs in his studio and release it on soundcloud so junkyu could promote the song to his fans.

of course, you reject the offer saying you can't sing and you don't want any attention in the university. a medical science student releases a song on a soundcloud, out of the blue, and treasure junkyu promoted her music?? no way!

however junkyu being junkyu, he didn't give up and keep encouraging you to record one of your songs, you didn't need to prepare anything just bring the lyrics and yourself, and the rest, he will work on it. after weeks tried to convince the you, you finally agreed with one term; which is junkyu need to buy you food. a lot of food.

"okay so here it's my studio, um it isn't something to brag about since half of the members have their studio," he said, opening the door of his studio showing his messy studio with a big portrait of treasure on the wall.

"you should clean your studio if you want to impress a girl kyu" you joked, getting a whine from junkyu mumbling that he would never see the world again if he brings a 'girlfriend' over.

junkyu pressed something on his keyboard and bass sound came out, making you flinch, the instrument that junkyu creates is mellow and kinda strident? as soon as you heard the instrument you know which lyrics from your lyrics book would go along and make a perfect song

"i have a perfect song for this" you excited, taking out your black notebook and turn to a back page—clearly the lyrics are fresh from the oven.

"okay i'm gonna play it and you sing the lyrics okay?"

you nodded and sing a little bit of the lyrics

"i kinda wanna throw

my phone across the room

'cause all i see are girls

too good to be true"

"woah! it's perfect" junkyu gasped, amazed at how the instrument he made suits perfectly with your lyrics. you smile, you didn't suprised much since you know how much passion junkyu has in music.

"okay now you eat first, i'm gonna rearrange the lyrics to suit with the melody," he said and get a nod from you. you eat the bread that junkyu bought for you, you also eyeing the studio, it's kinda cold in here cause the space not too big and they put a big ass aircond on top of you.

junkyu notice your quiver, he rolled his eye when you only wearing a thin black shirt material, he scoffs before handing you his pink hoodie that he left in the studio yesterday.

"i won't turn off the aircond so you must wear this hoodie, it's been a week since i wash it," he said in a teasing voice, you frown yet you have no choice to wear the pink treasure hoodie or else, you're gonna die in this cold studio.

you sigh in relief when the hoodie warms your cold body, you side-eyeing junkyu who looks so serious rearrange the lyrics, you then click on the instagram icon, you felt blue as you saw haeri post on your feed— haeri is a popular rich girl in your university, you and her once assigned in a group for an assignment and she is very kind and open about her opinions, she also very serious when it comes to study/work and she is pretty, to your eyes she is like a goddess. she is so pretty, kind, and selfless, and you really lying if you didn't jealous of her. she has a perfect life and you still struggling to get a diploma.

you slowly pressed the screen twice, liking a picture of haeri; wearing a beanie and a mask in a cafe without posing too much, getting 2 thousand likes within 1 hour. you wonder how is it to be like a rich popular pretty girl in university? well, damn sure you will get all of the pretty privileges in your life. you sighed as you realized you're comparing yourself again with haeri. you always remind yourself not to compare yourself to anyone since you're beautiful enough but you can't. the funniest thing is you and haeri didn't even know each other, yet you being so jealous of her life. sometimes you just feel small, you want to be like them.

"y/n!" junkyu shakes your body making you slap his hand

"what!?"

"i called you for like thousand times! you didn't hear me?" junkyu said, stroking his hand that got slapped by you

"oh i'm sorry, im zoning out, you're done rearranging?"

junkyu nodded

"you can listen to the instrument and practice your lyric with it," he said

"okay"

an hour passed, you finally get the tempo, beat, and rhythm right, you grin excitedly as junkyu put the headphones on your head and directing the microphone to you

"you ready?" junkyu asked

"yes i am" with that, junkyu clicked on something and you could hear the instrument, you begin to sing the verse of your song choice.

i kinda wanna throw my phone across the room

'cause all i see are girls too good to be true

with paper-white teeth and perfect bodies

wish i didn't care

you stop singing and look at junkyu curiously making junkyu paused the song and look back at you with a confused look

"why?"

"doesn't singer usually stop singing for producers fix their mistakes?" you asked making junkyu giggle

"yes that's true but you didn't have any mistake, you're doing good, i will pause the music if i have something to fix" he explained, getting an 'oh' from you. you continue singing the song.

i know their beauty's not my lack

but it feels like that weight is on my back

and i can't let it go

com-comparison is killin' me slowly

i think i think too much

'bout kids who don't know me

i'm so sick of myself

i'd rather be, rather be

anyone, anyone else

my jealousy, jealousy started followin' me

started followin' me

as you singing the song that you wrote, junkyu couldn't help but wonder who is the person, you dedicated to? or how you inspired to write this song? this song is obviously about your insecurities about some girl, and you don't even know her! junkyu pout when you felt like this, he knew how insecurities could kill you, back then when he was a trainee he felt insecure with all of the trainees that beat him to debut, he felt he doesn't belong in here but with you and his members on his side, he gained confidence and prove to the world that he is himself and nothing can change that.

all your friends are so cool, you go out every night

in your daddy's nice car, yeah, you're livin' the life

got a pretty face, a pretty boyfriend, too

i wanna be you so bad and i don't even know you

all i see is what u should be

happier, prettier, jealousy, jealousy

all i see is what i should be

i'm losin' it, all i get's jealousy, jealousy

you remove the headphone as soon as the instrument stop playing, you handing the headphone without noticing junkyu's face, chaeyul grabbed the water bottle and drink, her throat felt dry after singing a whole song which you have never done in your life, making you wonder how did singer voice so stable when singing live?

"kyu—oh my god why are you looking at me like that?" you take one step back as you saw junkyu looking at you with frowns on his face, you bit her lips was your singing that terrible?

"sit down here" he ordered, you quickly took a seat beside him without saying anything

junkyu grab your hand and rubs it softly while looking at you with his brown eyes.

"what you see is all fake y/n. she living her best life is what you see what you want, but you didn't see her pain, how hard she must through a day in her life, we didn't know if she struggles behind, you also know you can't compare yourself to others right? you're beautiful" he said

"but, i don't know kyu. i couldn't help but felt all jealous of her, i feel like a total loser" you said

“no y/n, you're not a loser! hear me out, you do great, you beautiful and an amazing person, so why do you need to be insecure to a person you never know? everyone is beautiful on their own, you're an original version of yourself and no one else could be you. you are special and unique, you wouldn't know if someone is jealous of your life, a successful medical student who has a great voice. you need to love yourself more, let yourself shine in your spotlight. trust me popular life wouldn't great as you think" he said

you smile at his words

"thank you kyu, honestly, you're right.i didn't appreciate myself enough this past week, hearing you said that making me feel great about myself, i am me, there's nothing anyone could change about me"

junkyu smile and pat your head

"that's my girl"

[pixieminutes]

Hiii can I request fluff, angst blurb with Junkyu with 1, 20, 52 I really love your writings by the way thanks in advance 😊💕

김준규 + #1 + #20 + #52

21:41 - “junkyu?” you asked, your voice soft as you approached the boy, “what are you still doing here?”

your boyfriend was sat in the corner of the practise room, his knees up to his chest as he wrapped his arms around his legs. his face was buried into his legs, as though he was trying to shut out the world.

“ah– don’t worry, you can go.”

“kyu, i’m not going anywhere,” you sighed.

“seriously, y/n, i promise. i’m all sweaty anyway, y-you wouldn’t want to be near me,” junkyu shook his head.

“it’s okay, you always smell so nice,” you smiled, approaching him, “if you really want me to go, i will, but if you’re just saying that then i’m not going anywhere.”

“i– it’s so hard.”

you furrowed your eyebrows, watching as junkyu’s tensed form became loose, his whole body shaking as the words left his mouth and he began to sob.

“kyu,” you gasped, pulling him into your arms, holding him; just holding him, “it’s okay, everything’s gonna be okay.”

junkyu sobbed into your chest, your arms wrapped around his head and shoulders, his finding rest on your legs. it was as though his body had just given up, so tired and so in need of someone just to hold it.

“don’t worry, i’m here,” you said, trying your hardest not to cry as you watched your boyfriend break down, “it’s okay, love. it’s just us, let it all out.”

“it’s so hard!” junkyu sobbed, “but why doesn’t everyone find it as hard as me?! i thought i was good.”

“you are good,” you cooed, “you’re such a natural talent, baby. your voice is so unique and soothing and your body just naturally moves with the music and even other things, like playing the piano, you’re an amazing person, kyu, at everything.”

“b–but why doesn’t everyone else do this? hyunsuk and jihoon are leaders and they’re still not!” junkyu cried, sitting up as he wiped his eyes.

“because they are leaders,” you shrugged, “they’d feel that they’d have lost something if they were to break down in front of you, no? they’re both not the sorts of people to do that.”

junkyu sniffled, a cute pout upon his lips.

“how long has that been building up?”

“so long,” junkyu chuckled, still holding in sobs.

“let it all go, love, please,” you sighed, “and tell me earlier next time, kyu. that’s what i’m here for.”

[alohajun]

♡ LIKE MAGIC — KIM JUNKYU

ravenclaw!junkyu x anyhouse!reader | wc : 1.2k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, slight cursing (?), harry potter au | inspired by : like magic by 1the9 (+ harry potter)

“have you lost your damn mind?”

junkyu whisper-yelled as his gryffindor best friend dragged him to the side, up to some mischief as always.

“aw, come on, man.” jihoon groaned, looking to see if any professors were around. “i know the duplication spell, but i can't pull it off as well as you do. i need you to take this signature from this paper and copy it on this.” he held out two papers in his hand, looking at his ravenclaw best friend with pleading eyes.

junkyu looked at the papers, realising one was an unsigned permission slip for hogsmeade while the other was a student information form that was signed by his mother. he frowned, shaking his head, not wanting to fall for his cheeky friend’s antics.

“i’m not doing it. if you wanted to go to hogsmeade, you should’ve gotten it signed.” junkyu shook his head, moving away from his friend. “you literally went home yesterday and came! couldn’t you remember to get it signed?!”

jihoon sighed, following the younger as he moved out of the halls, looking over the balcony as he watched the kids line up as their professors rechecked their names on the list.

“junkyu, come on. aren’t we best friends?”

“in this specific scenario, not really. besides, i didn’t really want to go either, so you can keep me company.”

the younger male stifled his laughter, seeing the begrudging expression on his friend’s face. junkyu leant against the balcony, watching the snow fall to the ground, smiling as he reached out to catch some snowflakes.

as he carried on with his childish gesture, junkyu noticed a figure near the line of students, twirling around in the snow as they had their arms spread out, enjoying the snowfall. the male leant forward, squinting his eyes as he recognised the figure as you; the kind person literally everyone in all the houses was friends with.

he had heard of you many times, especially from his own ravenclaw mates, as well as his other friends from the other houses. junkyu didn’t know what made him stare at you for so long, but seeing you smile as the snow fell, he couldn’t look away.

and then you met his gaze. both of you were far away, but he could’ve sworn you looked directly at him — and the skip in his heart only confirmed what his eyes saw. being the kind soul you were, you gave a small wave and smile before being on your way, standing in the lines with your friends as you waited for your name to be called out.

were you going to hogsmeade too?

“jihoon-ah, give me your papers quickly!” junkyu hurried, suddenly getting the urge to commit the fraud in order to go on the trip. “i’ll duplicate your slip and i’ll forge the signatures.”

park jihoon didn’t know what got his best friend to change his mind, but he quickly agreed, handing over the papers and keeping a lookout for any professors. once the younger was done, the two best friends ran downstairs, quickly making excuses as they handed their permission slips and got themselves into the list.

“let’s enjoy ourselves at hogsmeade, my friend.”

kim junkyu rested his face against his palm as he stared at you from across the room, listening to the way you explained the notes for alchemy. even though the houses competed with each other, all that seemed to be forgotten whenever they were near you.

he admired how you never got annoyed, no matter how many times a student would ask you to repeat a point — and you were always patient to cater to all questions; even if they were dumb ones.

junkyu wouldn’t lie … he was especially thankful to the students who kept asking questions; because he got to hear your voice — and even to the students who asked dumb questions; because he got to see your smile.

he was addicted to the way you talked … even the way you laughed. and he didn’t know why. it was like you had cast a magic spell on him.

“junkyu?” you softly called out, not having the answer to a question your classmate had asked. “could you help me a bit?” you inquired, smiling as the male was pulled out of his daze.

seeing you looking at him, junkyu scrambled from his seat towards you, mimicking your smile. “yeah?” he stood next to you, looking over at the books you had opened before looking at the other students. “what can i help with?”

you pulled on his robe, making space for him as you made him sit down next to you. “when the measurements are not given for these potions, we don’t put equal portions, right?” junkyu stared at the hand that held onto his robe, zoning out for a few seconds before he answered.

“it depends o-on what the inferior elemental in the p-potions are,” he stammered, blinking a lot as you nodded, not focused on his behavior but his words. “the ratios vary on each elemental. they are on this page.” junkyu flipped through the book, finding the page easily since he had practically memorized the book.

“you are the best, junkyu!” you cheered, extending your arm as you took the male in a side-hug. “as expected, ravenclaws never back away when it comes to sharing knowledge with others.”

“no w-worries. anytime.” junkyu froze in his place, startled by the sudden physical affection you gave him. he knew it was just you being friendly, but he couldn’t control the butterflies he felt in his chest. “i’ll see you guys later. let me know if you need to know anything else.”

“will do! thank you, junkyu!”

“y/n! y/n!” you turned as you heard junkyu’s voice, giggling as you saw him running towards you at full speed. “i got you some doughnuts!” junkyu had his ever-so-cheery smile as he ran up to you with a paper bag in hand.

“you are gonna phase through walls at this point, junkyu,” you joked once the male came to a stop in front of you. “here, let me just …” you trailed off, fixing his tie as it had flown back since he had run.

“thanks.”

“don’t worry about it.”

you shook your head as you smiled, holding his arms and pulling him closer before you could fix his loosened tie. the material was made of silk, so it was easily undone, which result in you having to redo his tie again.

and junkyu didn’t mind it one bit. in fact, while having your face inches away from his, kim junkyu encouraged himself to ask you the question he had meant to ask for the past few days.

“hey, um, y/n …” junkyu took a deep breath, convincing himself to get on with it. “i’ve been seeking for the right yule ball date, and i wanted to ask you if you’d like to be my golden snitch?” he stared directly into your eyes, his heart threatening to pound off his chest at the proximity between you two.

the smile on your face widened, ignoring the butterflies that came alive in your stomach. you avoided his eyes as you finished fixing his tie, only meeting them after you composed yourself.

“i’d love that, junkyu.”

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♡ LOVE TO ME — KIM JUNKYU

junkyu x gn!reader | wc : 0.9k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, best friends au, unrequited love au, angsty angst, university au, slight cursing, crying | loki's lines : my hs crush went exactly like this and i’m embarrassed now that i put it in writing. also kinda like this banner >o< anywho jules @kyufilms this is for you because of you

“junkyu! are you okay? what’s up?”

you furrowed your brows, looking at your friend with a worried expression etched on your face.

“couldn’t sleep last night because of an assignment,” junkyu replied, surprised by how croaky his voice sounded. “i got it done, though.” he cracked a small smile, hoping you’d believe him.

because how could he possibly be honest with you? how could he tell you that when he finally collected the courage to ask you out — he found out you were asked out by someone else?

how could he tell you that when he went to the university’s charity ball to find you last night, you were dancing with someone who wasn’t him? how could he tell you that when he wanted to ask you out, he broke down instead because he saw you kiss someone?

how could tell you he wanted time to turn back just so he could tell you the three little words he’s been wanting to tell you for the last two years? how could he tell you it broke him completely to see you look so happy in someone else’s arms?

just how … could he say that the reason he spent the entire night in tears was because of you?

the answer, in short, was no. there was no way junkyu could tell you any of that — because junkyu would rather experience heartbreak, every single day, for the rest of his life, rather than not have you as a friend anymore.

he treasured you that much.

“see you after class?” you asked, oblivious to the thoughts that ran through his head. “lunch?”

junkyu nodded. “i’ll be outside when your class finishes,” he answered quickly, not trusting his voice enough.

“you are seriously the best, junkyu! love you!”

“i know. love you too.”

if there was anything kim junkyu sucked at; it was controlling his expressions. and carrying out this simple conversation with you took so much more willpower than he had thought. his emotional battery was draining speedily, so he did what he had to, quickly bidding his goodbyes as he walked away from you.

turning around a corner as he fumbled with his phone, junkyu sighed in relief as he saw his roommate standing in front of him. park jihoon was junkyu’s guardian angel of sorts, having stayed up all night with him as he cried the night before.

upon seeing the similar expression on the younger’s face, jihoon ran to his friend, who looked like he was going to break down again. “junkyu!” jihoon held the male’s face, sighing before pulling him into a hug. “hey, it’s okay. what happened?” he patted his back, glaring at anyone who looked at his friend weirdly.

“i don’t think i can do it anymore, jihoon. i tried talking to them, but i’m just reminded of what happened. how can i continue to talk with them normally when my mind constantly repeats those moments?” junkyu sniffled, pulling away from the hug as his roommate took him to a secluded area. “i don’t know what to do, jihoon.”

jihoon thought for a bit, shrugging. “maybe … you should just get it off your chest,” he suggested, breaking into a chuckle at the way the younger looked at him with wide eyes. “okay, not my best idea.”

“it’s not.” junkyu let out a choked laugh, shaking his head as he wiped his tears. “i really like y/n. i’ve liked them for the past two years. and the worst part is that i know i’ll continue to like them.”

"kyu–”

“i know, i know. that’s an absolute shit plan, but i just can’t help it. if only liking someone for two years can be forgotten in two minutes, i would’ve done that last night itself, jihoon.”

“no, stop–”

“who am i kidding? i’m just trying my best to bury all these feelings. i don’t like y/n, i love them — and i’m fucking doomed because of that.” junkyu groaned, smacking his hand against his forehead. “love is supposed to be something beautiful, jihoon. but i love y/n, and love to me is loving them till the end of time, knowing that they’ll never love me back.”

jihoon inhaled sharply, grimacing. “i tried to tell you, but you wouldn’t let me fucking speak. now deal with them.” he placed his hands on the younger’s shoulders before turning him around, letting him see the person who stood behind him.

and that person was none other than you.

hearing kim junkyu say all those words was equivalent to a comet crashing on you. you weren’t really sure what to do or what to say, and it clearly didn’t help when the tears fell down your face, either.

“i’m sorry, junkyu,” you choked out, not really sure why you were apologizing. “i’m really sorry.”

was it because you felt bad for your friend for bottling his feelings for two years? was it because you didn’t return the feelings he had for you? or was it because you did like him but didn’t know what to do since you were with someone else now?

the possibilities were endless, and right now, you were crying in front of your best friend while apologizing for something you didn’t know … until a minute ago.

“you don’t need to apologise, y/n. it’s not your fault.” the male bitterly smiled, moving away when you stepped forward. “these are my feelings. i’ll learn to handle them somehow.”

you shook your head. “but i–” your voice cracked, feeling your heart drop as you saw a teary-eyed junkyu turn away from you.

“like i said, y/n … love to me is loving you till the end of time, knowing you’ll never love me back.”

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Violets

—kim junkyu

@nikittye wanted a part 2 to Why? so here we go! (definitelynotlike3monthslate)

click here to read the first part!

PAIRING ▸ junkyu x fem!reader

GENRE ▸ angst, lots and lots of angst so get your emotional support stuffed animal ready

SUMMARY ▸ It's been almost a week since you've passed. Junkyu attends your funeral and ends up rethinking how he treated you during your relationship

WORDCOUNT ▸ 0.68K

DISCLAIMERS & TAGS ▸ mc is dead, our poor boys (yes, boys) are grieving, junkyu reflects on his past behavior, painful memories

It's raining again. A sigh crawls up Junkyu's throat. He can feel the moisture from the dirt under his knees start to seep into his pants, but he doesn't care. He watches the flowers drop from his hand onto the glazed mahogany box.

With a sharp tug at his heartstrings, Junkyu closes his eyes after seeing such vibrant violets being buried in the dirt. Y/n always loved violets. She always had a fresh bouquet for Junkyu's parents whenever she came over. The Y/n flowers, his parents always called them because for some reason, remembering the name of those flowers was always such a difficult task for them.

A hand drops on Junkyu's shoulder. It's Yeosang, Y/n's older brother. The two don't share any words as everyone else around them quickly gets into their cars, soaked from the sudden downpour. For a moment, time stops. For a moment, Junkyu swears he feels a small hand cup his cheek. Y/n's hands. They were always so delicate and fragile, just like her.

"Let's go." Yeosang breaks the grieving silence. "I'll bring you home, Junkyu."

Yeosang lets go of the boy and walk away. Junkyu can only assume that he's going to wrap everything up before starting his car.

Seconds go by. Though for Junkyu, they feel like decades- centuries, even. He doesn't know how long it's been since Yeosang left. Everything stays the same. The sky stays the depressing, grey-blue as it was this morning. Raindrops continue falling at a constant pace. Junkyu fishes out something from his pocket. A gold ring. It belonged to Y/n. She always wore it on her left thumb. He stares at it. He only now realizes that her initials are engraved into the inside of the ring. A lump forms in Junkyu's throat as he forces his tears back and hastily slides the band onto his pinky finger, brings it up to his lips, and presses a long, hard kiss.

I'm sorry, Y/n.

It takes a few minutes for Yeosang to come back and drag Junkyu into the passenger seat of his car. Junkyu is soaked, but he doesn't seem to mind or care. A sigh escapes Yeosangs lips, about to lose his composure but he forces himself to stay strong in front of the grieving boy next to him.

"Junkyu," He speaks up, lips pursing as he tries his best not to let his shattered emotional state appear through his words. "She... wouldn't have wanted this. You grieving, I mean. If anything my sister would've wanted you to move on and-"

Yeosang stops. his fists tighten and he feels his nails digging into his palms. Somehow, his forehead ends up on the steering wheel. And for the first time since the funeral started, Junkyu focuses on something else that isn't you.

He can hear your brother's quiet sobs. He hadn't shown even a glimpse of misery since this morning but alas, even the strongest can't keep it together forever. What's left of Junkyu's shattered, dull heart aches for Yeosang. The younger doesn't get the chance to say anything before Yeosang suddenly fists his collar, pulling him in.

"You promised me you would take good care of her now look where we are now! My baby sister, dead, at the age of 17! Damn it Junkyu it wasn't supposed to be like this!"

Yeosang can only continue to cry after his outburst and Junkyu can't do anything but watch quietly. Was Yeosang implying that your boyfriend was the reason why you ended up dead? Maybe. But Junkyu didn't mind. After all, it was true, wasn't it? If only he'd picked up the phone that day. If only he'd stayed a little longer to hug you, hold you. Even for just a moment. Even if he had ignored you at school all day. If only he'd told you those three simple words even just once. But he never did.

At least if he did, he wouldn't be drowning in as much regret as now.

I'm so sorry Y/N, I loved you. So much.