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Sep 3, 2019

CROSSING THE THRESHOLD - FINAL

Difference threshold is defined as the minimum noticeable difference that someone will be able to detect at least fifty percent of the time.

⤑ genre: smut, angst, fluff, Best friend!Jihoon, Neighbor!Jeonghan ⤑ pairing: Jihoon x Reader, Jeonghan x Reader ⤑ warning: angst, angst, mention of sexual assault ⤑ summary: After the events of the last chapter, (Y/N) and Soonyoung await news regarding their friend’s condition while he’s in surgery. While waiting, (Y/N) remembers various events in the past that led up to this part of her life. ⤑ word count: 4.7k

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tag list: @younghee-17 @woohoney

“There’s been an accident.” Your words hung in the crisp air of a winter that refused to fade away to spring. Moments passed before you heard the sounds of life on the other end of the phone you held tightly to your ear. “An accident? What kind of accident?” Soonyoung managed to ask. You tried to force your sobs into submission, but they weren’t so easy to beat.

“Jihoon,” you began, your words failing you yet again but that was all Soonyoung needed to hear before you could hear the sounds of him rustling about, no doubt grabbing his things. “What hospital?” he asked and you looked around for the name. “Uh…” you said, looking frantically but Soonyoung cut you off.

“Never mind, if it was near your friend’s place, I know where they took him,” he said and you heard the ding of the elevator, one you knew too well. “Stay where you are, I will be there soon, okay?” he asked. You managed a shaky yes and Soonyoung told you he had to hang up. He did, leaving you to your thoughts.

You took a seat in the waiting room, waiting for any news, whether it was good or bad. You rested your head in your hands, your eyes closed as you reflected on this morning. Why did it have to be now? When you had finally come to your senses, the universe had different plans for you. It seemed as though the universe was bound and determined to undermine you every chance it got.

As you sat there, another memory came to the forefront of your mind. A memory similar to this one.

You ran down the hallway masked in neat white tiles. It was the kind of hallway that screamed sterility. Your destination was the waiting room for the trauma center. You entered, eyes scanning for a familiar face. You found it in your best friend’s parents. You hurried over, offering apologies and excuse me’s as you squeezed through the seats. You reached your friend’s parents and they immediately stood up to greet you.

Jihoon’s mother pulled you into a tight hug. “He just went in!” she said fearfully and you gulped, looking over her shoulder at the doors into the trauma wing. You turned to Jihoon’s father and he gave you a hug as well. “We told him to wait and that you would be home soon but you know Jihoon. He’s so stubborn,” his father added. You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips as you remembered all the times he had been stubborn and hardheaded.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you thought about the severity of the situation. You sat with Jihoon’s parents, resting your head in your hands before you heard the shuffling of feet and felt a familiar hand on your shoulder. Looking up, you saw Soonyoung had joined you. He greeted Jihoon’s parents before sitting next to you.

You looked up at Soonyoung who looked back, giving you a kind and encouraging smile. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “He’ll be okay,” he whispered so only you could hear. “He’s gonna be fine. He has to be,” he added. You said nothing, nodding your head instead of speaking.

Time seemed to freeze as you waited for an update. After being in the waiting room for about 40 minutes, the doctor came out and approached. Jihoon’s parents stood quickly, hoping to hear good news about their sons condition. You sat up straight and looked at Soonyoung who stared back wide eyed. The doctor stopped before Jihoon’s parents and sighed.

“He’s stable. He’ll need to stay in bed for a while and he’ll probably be out of baseball for the season, but he’ll make a full recovery,” the doctor said in a low voice, but not low enough you couldn’t hear him. You turned to Soonyoung and let out a sigh of relief. Soonyoung, too, relaxed as you both knew your best friend was okay.

“Please, doctor, when can we see him?” Jihoon’s mother pleaded and the doctor nodded. “He should be awake in about an hour but you can go in now,” he said before looking at you and Soonyoung who had just stood up. “Family only, I’m afraid,” he added and you felt your heart tighten in your chest.

Jihoon’s father gave you an apologetic smile before he led his wife away and you sat back down next to Soonyoung. “Prick,” you heard Soonyoung say under his breath. You lightly swatted his arm. “He’s just doing his job,” you said before leaning over and resting your head on Soonyoung’s shoulder.

“Still, we’re practically family,” Soonyoung replied and you nodded. “We’ll get to see him soon,” you said softly. “Just be patient.” Soonyoung rested his head against yours and he stared at the chair across from him. “We could just break in,” he mumbled and you laughed quietly. “No, we can’t,” you replied and looked up at him. Soonyoung gave you a smile and you resumed your original position.

“Alright,” Soonyoung said after a few moments of silence. “We’ll wait.”

You heard the sound of rapid footsteps and looked up to find Soonyoung frantically searching the waiting room. When you locked eyes he ran over, dodging other people as he made his way to you. Standing up from your seat you started to explain but the wind was knocked out of you as Soonyoung collided with you, pulling you into a tight hug.

“Are you okay?” he asked in a strained voice. You nodded and he pulled back and looked you over. “Tell me what happened.” he added guiding you back to your seat and sitting you down, kneeling in front of you, his hands holding yours. You started to explain, trying to hold back your tears. You had cried enough today but your body seemed to have other ideas.

“The guy came out of nowhere and ran the light as Jihoon was making the turn. I barely even had time to think, I just acted. I ran over and pulled open the passenger door. He wasn’t moving and there was blood running down the side of his face, Soon, I-” you said but Soonyoung shushed you, squeezing your hands. “Don’t. Don’t try to process it right now. Just put it at the back of your mind. Let’s wait to hear what his condition is before we think about it, okay?” he said softly and you nodded.

“Did you tell anyone else?” Soonyoung asked. You nodded. After him you had called Jihoon’s parents who were abroad in China but they were making their way back to their hotel and taking the first flight they could get out to come see their son. “Good, they’re going to want to see him. I called the guys. Thought they should know,” Soonyoung said and you nodded.

Silence fell over the two of you. Soonyoung took a seat beside you and it was like high school all over. You leaned into him, resting your head against his shoulder with his arm wrapped around you. A few minutes passed before Soonyoung’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He sat up straight and fished it out, checking the caller ID before he answered. “Hey!” he said into the receiver. “Yeah, we’re in the waiting room,” he added. He paused while he listened to whoever it was on the other end.

“Yeah, see you in a bit,” he said and then hung up. You looked at him curiously as he put his phone away and he sat back. “That was Mingyu. He picked up Vernon and Seungkwan. They’re in the parking garage. They’ll be here in a few minutes.” You nodded before settling back against him.

Right on time, the three entered the waiting room and made a beeline for you. Mingyu pulled one of the chairs across from you up and sat in front of you. “What happened?” he demanded. Soonyoung protectively pulled you closer to him. “Don’t start,” he said narrowing his eyes. “Gyu,” Vernon said shaking his head as he sat next to Seungkwan.

Mingyu sat back and eyed you quietly. You avoided his gaze and instead looked down at Soonyoung’s knee. The five of you fell silent. Time passed agonizingly slow as you waited for something to happen. News of Jihoon’s condition, someone else to arrive, just anything. But nothing happened. No one else showed up. The doctors didn’t come out.

You weren’t sure when it happened but your eyes had shut and you had slipped into a quiet slumber and you were being gently shaken awake by Soonyoung. You looked up at him. Vernon and Seungkwan were passed out, Seungkwan’s head resting on Vernon’s shoulder but Mingyu was nowhere in sight. “Gyu went to get food,” Soonyoung said as if sensing your building question.

“I’m gonna step out and make a call, I’ll be right back,” he said and you nodded sleepily. Soonyoung stood and walked toward the end of the waiting room as two familiar faces appeared. It was Seungcheol and Jeonghan. The two spotted you and hurried over.

“Are you okay?” Jeonghan asked kneeling down in front of you. “I’m fine,” you said hoarsely. “You weren’t injured?” Jeonghan asked looking you over. You shook your head. “No,” you replied. “I wasn’t in the car. I watched from the sidewalk.” Jeonghan let out a breath of relief.

“What about Jihoon?” he asked as Seungcheol stood next to him. You shook your head. “We don’t know anything yet. The doctors haven’t come out yet.” Jeonghan took the seat across from you, Seungcheol next to him.

No one said anything, a calm silence falling over the group.

You sat up a little straighter and turned to look at the doors to the trauma center. ‘How long has it been?’ You looked at the clock on the wall and saw that you had been at the hospital for about three hours now.

You turned and looked back at Soonyoung at the end of the waiting room. He had his phone to his ear and was speaking to them while looking around. His gaze met yours and he gave you a kind smile before returning to his call. You shifted in your seat and looked away, your eyes looking around the room. Soft footsteps drew your attention.

Mingyu had returned, his arms loaded with snacks and drinks. He handed you a bottle of water and you thanked him softly. He stood across from you, silently before pushing Seungkwan’s knee to wake the younger man. Seungkwan stirred and looked up at Mingyu. “Here,” Mingyu said handing him a bottle of water. Seungkwan took one and then a second before nudging Vernon awake.

Mingyu sat down and began sorting through the snacks. He handed a couple bags of chips and some candy to Seungkwan to split with Vernon before he turned to you. He held up a bag of chips but you shook your head. “No, but thank you,” you said your voice cracking. Soonyoung returned and sat next to you. Mingyu tossed him a bottle of water and a bag of chips. “Thanks,” Soonyoung replied.

You sat in silence before turning to Soonyoung. “Who was that on the phone?” you asked and he shook his head. “It was the police,” he said simply and you didn’t think to question him further. You just wanted news. You needed to know that Jihoon was okay. You needed to know he would be fine. Soonyoung’s hand found yours and he squeezed it gently, reassuringly as if he knew your thoughts.

"He's gonna be okay," he whispered soothingly. "He has to be."

Soonyoung wasn’t sure who had thrown the first punch but he was aware of the shouting and screaming. It was a split second before he realized his best friend was in the middle of a fist fight with Ryuu, a fellow teammate. Soonyoung dropped his glove and rushed over, effectively halting the game to pull the smaller man away from the larger one.

Jihoon barely registered that Soonyoung was there. His eyes were still on Ryuu, hurling obscenities at him.

“How fucking dare you?!” he spat, struggling against Soonyoung’s grip. Several other teammates had to intervene and help him, one of them being Wonwoo the first baseman and the other was Seokmin, the pitcher. The referee stopped the game as the rest of the home team came running to see what was going on in their own ranks.

“Are you jealous, Lee? Mad that I got some of your precious little friend?” Ryuu asked, his split lip oozing blood. “Or are you mad I wanted to shared her?” he asked, laughing. Soonyoung realized what Ryuu was hinting at and it took all his willpower to not let Jihoon go and jump Ryuu himself. ‘How dare he? How dare he talk about you like that.’

Jihoon growled, struggling harder against Soonyoung, Wonwoo, and Seokmin’s collective hold. “I’ll kill you!” he shouted as the coached came from the dugout. “What is going on?!” one of the coaches yelled. Ryuu smirk and turned to him. “Nothing, just friendly rivalry,” he said but Soonyoung had had enough. “He raped our best friend,” he said, defending Jihoon’s actions.

The coach looked surprised and looked from Ryuu back to Jihoon and Soonyoung. “That is a serious accusation,” he said. “Check with the police,” Jihoon snarled freeing himself but standing several paces away from Ryuu. “She took a rape kit. And seeing as he didn’t use a condom, his DNA will be all over that rape kit.” The coach sighed.

“You two know the rules, regardless of the circumstances,” he said looking between the two. “I have to eject you both from the game.” Jihoon nodded. “Permission to leave?” he asked. The coach hesitated before nodding. “I think that would be best,” he said. Soonyoung returned to grab his glove from the field. “Where do you think you’re going?” the coach asked as he headed for the dugout.

“I’m leaving, too. If I have to keep looking at that face, you’ll be ejecting me from the game next,” he said before exiting through the dugout. Soonyoung ran to catch up with Jihoon. “Don’t worry,” he said. “The police will catch him,” he said. Jihoon scoffed. “When have the police ever been reliable when it comes to rape cases?” Jihoon asked and Soonyoung bit his tongue. He had a point.

It was a week later when the police arrested and charged Ryuu. As a result, he was expelled and kicked off the team. As Jihoon predicted, they never went to trial. They settled out of court. An unmentioned sum of money but you never said anything about how much they gave you. It still went on his record as per the agreement.

Only a few days after that, Soonyoung got a call from you, in hysterics. You told him Jihoon was in the hospital. Soonyoung raced to the ER as fast as he could, running the entire way there. You were in the waiting room, your face stained with tears. Soonyoung rushed over. “Hey,” he said breathlessly. You looked up and started sobbing again. Soonyoung sat next to you, pulling you into a hug. He rubbed your back and stroked your hair to calm you until you could speak.

“He was jumped,” you said in between hiccups. Soonyoung knew immediately who it was. ‘Ryuu.’

You weren't sure how much time had passed but you had fallen asleep again, your head resting on Soonyoung's shoulder. He gently shook you awake. As you came to, sitting up, Soonyoung stood. You turned to find a surgeon walking over, removing his hat. 'Oh no.' You stood up, your heart hammering in your chest. The surgeon stopped just before Soonyoung who asked, “how is he?”

The surgeon nodded his head as he spoke. “He’s very lucky. Despite being hit very hard, he has very minor injuries. We had to close several stitches but he has no internal bleeding. We will need to keep him for a few days to make sure there’s no damage to his brain. He did hit his head very hard in the crash.” Soonyoung let out a sigh of relief and you felt like a weight lifted off your shoulders.

“When can we see him?” you asked leaning forward in your chair. “He’s still being cleaned up but he’ll be moved to his own room soon and after that, you can go see him. He’ll still be asleep but he’ll come to soon,” the doctor said. “Thank you,” Soonyoung said, shaking the doctor’s hand and turned to relay the news to the rest of the group.

You leaned back in your chair, relieved that Jihoon would be okay.

After being transferred, you were finally allowed into Jihoon’s room. You thanked the nurses for giving you a little privacy with him. You peered around the white curtain shielding him from view from the door. He looked so peaceful, sleeping soundly. You walked around the curtain and sat on a chair next to his bed.

There were so many things you wanted to say to him. ‘I’m sorry,’ ‘I wish I could have stopped this from happening,’ ‘I love you.’ The list was endless. You settled for taking his hand in yours gently. You just watched him as he slept. “Under any other circumstances,” you whispered. “You would think me watching you sleep is creepy as hell,” you joked. You sighed and hung your head.

“It’s still creepy,” you heard a hoarse voice say. Your head snapped up as you took in Jihoon peaking at you with one eye. Your face burned under his gaze. “The doctor said you would still be asleep!” you said, your face turning red. “I got bored,” he said simply. “You got bored of sleeping?” you asked.

You leaned forward, pressing your free hand against his forehead. “You must have hit your head pretty hard,” you joked. Jihoon pushed your hand away, a smile on his face. “I liked sleeping on my own time,” he said looking around. “Where the remote to this thing?” he asked as he searched the bed.

“Here it is,” you said grabbing it from the holder and handing it to him. Jihoon pressed the up arrow and slowly started to rise. “He liiiiiiiiives,” you said laughing. Jihoon snorted as he rose up, stopping in a reclining position. He set the remote down.

“So,” you started and Jihoon turned his gaze on you. “What do you remember?” you asked.

You had been dreading this. You were afraid that Jihoon might have slight memory loss and that he might forget that you two had made up. He might have forgotten your confession. Where would you go from here?

The last time he received a head injury, he had forgotten the two of you had broken up. Eventually he remembered after much insisting from your friends. What if this was the same? What if he forgot that he spent the night on the couch with you? What would happen?

Jihoon shrugged his shoulders. “I remember everything. I was coming to pick you up, we were on the phone, and then I remember being in a lot of pain and then I was out. Next thing I knew, I woke up here and you were holding my hand,” he said looking from his hands to you.

A wave of relief washed over you at his admission. You didn’t have to worry any longer. There was a knock at the door. It opened and shut before Soonyoung peered around the curtain with a wide smile. “Oh!” he said when he noticed Jihoon was awake. “You’re up!” he said. Jihoon nodded.

“Yeah. I’m awake,” he replied. Soonyoung stepped out from behind the curtain carrying a tray. “If I had known, I would have brought you something to eat,” he said with an apologetic smile. Jihoon shook his head. “You’re fine. I’m not very hungry right now. I’m sure (Y/N) needs to eat though,” he said. You glared at him and then turned to Soonyoung. “Thanks,” you said as he set the tray on the table next to you. “I guess I should eat something.”

The visit continued as you ate the chicken sandwich and chips that Soonyoung bought you. Jihoon and Soonyoung mostly talked, bringing up the last time you and Soonyoung had visited him in the hospital. “You know,” Jihoon said suddenly. “I think I am getting hungry. Could you find a nurse?” he asked Soonyoung who got up quickly. “I’ll be right back!” he said before dashing out the door.

Jihoon turned to you. “Do you want some?” you asked, offering some of your sandwich. He shook his head. “I’m not actually hungry. I just wanted him to leave for a bit.” You smiled looking down at your food. “Come here,” Jihoon said patting the spot next to him on the bed. You got up, wiping your hands on a napkin before sitting on the edge of the bed. Jihoon sighed, reaching forward to grab your wrist.

He pulled you further onto the bed, pulling you into him and wrapping his arms around you as he rested his cheek on the top of your head. “Are you sure this is allowed?” you asked softly. “What are they gonna do? Kick me out?” he smirked. You snorted. “Maybe not you but they can certainly kick me out,” you mumbled. Jihoon turned his head, pressing his lips against your hair. “Shush,” he said.

A couple minutes later, the door opened and Soonyoung appeared. “The nurses- oop!” he said when he noticed the two of you. “I’ll just,” he said backing out, a smirk on his lips as he disappeared. “He’s never going to let this go, is he?” you asked, looking up at Jihoon who shook his head. “Never.”

You had spent several hours in Jihoon’s room. He had long since fallen asleep and you sat at the small table, playing a card game with Soonyoung. He was winning and you were losing. Typical, you thought.

It was silent before Soonyoung spoke, keeping his voice low as to not disturb Jihoon. “You remember the night we had that heart to heart talk?” he asked and you looked up from your cards. You did remember that. That was the day Jeonghan had first kissed you, causing the rift between you and Jihoon.

“Yes,” you replied looking back down at your cards. You made a match and set that aside. “Why?” you asked. Soonyoung looked at his hand and then up. “Aces?” he asked and you shook your head. He drew another card before speaking again.

“I never said anything but after you went to bed, I went out on the balcony and Jihoon came out. We had a long talk,” he said. You looked up from your cards. Soonyoung met your gaze. “What about?” you asked.

Soonyoung raised his eyebrows. “What do you think?” he asked. A slight blush settled on your cheeks. “I asked Jihoon about what was going on in his head. He told me that he still loved you, which I already knew but then he told me that he wanted to ask you out again. Properly. He wanted that relationship back.”

Soonyoung set a matched pair down and looked back up. You scanned your cards but you could focus. Instead you set them face down and looked at Soonyoung, who did the same.

“What else did he say?” you asked. “The usual. He wanted you two to date again. He wanted you back. He wanted you marry you. Start a family,” Soonyoung said, shrugging his shoulders.

Your heart leapt into your throat. ‘Marriage?? A family?’ You looked over at Jihoon’s sleeping form and wondered if he still wanted that. If he did, you wouldn’t be opposed. “What about you?” Soonyoung asked, drawing your attention from Jihoon. “What about me?” you asked.

Soonyoung smiled. “Do you want to marry him? Start a family?” he asked. You turned your gaze back on Jihoon before a soft smile spread across your face.

“Yeah,” you said. “I think I do.”

“Babe!” you heard Jihoon’s voice call from the living room. “What!” you called from the back room. When he didn’t answer, you sighed, setting the power drill in your hand down and got up, crossing to the door.

In the living room, you saw Jihoon struggling with a box. “Do you remember which box the champagne glasses are in? The ones your mom gave us at the engagement party?” he asked as he dug through the box in front of him. You smirked and walked over to the cabinet next to the fridge.

You pulled it open and cleared your throat. He looked up and noticed the open cabinet, full of glassware you had already unpacked. He rolled his eyes. “When did you do that?” he asked, walking over to retrieve the glasses he asked about. “While you were putting the couch together,” you reminded him, nodding at the piece of furniture behind him.

Jihoon returned to the kitchen island and set the glasses down before he revealed a brown paper bag. He reached in and pulled out a bottle of champagne. “You did not,” you said laughing.

Jihoon smiled at you as he opened it. “What about the cork?” you asked, leaning back, away from the scene. Jihoon stopped and nodded. “Good thinking. I’ll uhh just go out on the balcony,” he said. He walked to the sliding glass door and pulled it open to step out onto the balcony.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket to check a few texts. Soonyoung was one of them.

Squishy [13:02]: Are we still on for tonight?

A smile spread across your face.

You [13:03]: yep! You’re still bringing Bo Ra, right? Squishy [13:04]: of course! She’s excited to see the new place. So am i! (: You [13:04]: Awesome. Let us know when you’re on your way and we’ll order pizza (: Squishy [13:04]: will do! (:

One of the text was from your mom. You would check that later. The other was from Seungcheol.

Cheollie [12:47]: when is the housewarming party again? You [13:05]: next friday evening! Bring a bottle of wine or tell Han to make those dumplings that he made for the engagement party. Those were so good! Cheollie [13:06]: I think I can swing that lol Cheollie [13:06]: we’re gonna miss you guys living next door but we’re so excited for you, really. You [13:07]: awww is my Cheollie getting sentimental? (‘: Cheollie [13:08]: pfffttt no! (maybe? lol) when’s the wedding? You [13:08]: November 18th! You guys got your invitation, right? Cheollie [13:09]: of course! Han can’t find it though. I told him to put it on the fridge but he didn’t [eyeroll] but we’re so excited! We wouldn’t miss it (:

A few moments later you heard a loud pop and looked up. Jihoon was stepping back inside with the now open bottle of champagne. He walked over and picked up the glasses to fill them. He set the bottle down and handed you a glass as you hopped up to sit on the counter. You thanked him, taking it. “What should we toast to?” you asked.

Jihoon thought for a moment. “How about starting a new chapter in life?” he asked and you nodded. “Cliche and cheesy, but it works,” you laughed. The two of you gently clinked your glasses together and took a sip. After a few moments, Jihoon set his glass down and moved to stand between your legs. “So,” he said, his hands gently caressing your thighs. “Should we finish building the bed and break in the new apartment?” he asked leaning closer and nuzzling your cheek.

You let out a giggle, setting your glass down on the counter. “Not even married yet and you’re trying to get me pregnant?” you joked as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Jihoon smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “And what if i am?” he asked. Your heart leapt into your throat. ‘A baby?’

“Are you serious?” you asked and he shrugged again. “Why not?” We only have a few months left before the wedding. You’ll still fit into your dress. It would be a great announcement. We could tell the parents before obviously. And only if you want to of course!” Jihoon said. He was rambling. You took his face in your hands and kissed him deeply. When you broke apart, you smiled at him.

“Okay,” you said nodding. “Yeah?” Jihoon asked and you responded with another kiss. “Yeah.”

a/n: There you have it! The conclusion of Crossing the Threshold. I hope you guys liked it! I am sorry it took so long to finish this series. It’s been over a year since I first posted it. It’s bittersweet for me because this was my first series I posted on here! It holds a special place in my heart! ;; I hope you guys will continue with me and check out the other things I have planned! Thank you for all the love you’ve shown this series! ~K

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