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“Is everyone else here already?” Mya asked, following the waiter.
“I think you’re number thirteen.” The man said. “If that helps.”
Mya winced, trying to keep her steps in time with his. She’d promised Dongpyo that she wasn’t going to be late, but she still was. It wasn’t her fault that she missed the first train, or that her shoes were literally not made for walking significant distances in. She had run the entire two blocks to the restaurant in stiletto heels, trying not to turn an ankle while still making it in time.
Clearly she hadn’t been successful.
“Right behind here.” The waiter held open the door.
Mya gave a polite nod and hurried through. “I’m sorry I’m late!” She sang.
Yohan pulled out a cushion for her. “What took you so long?”
Urgh,” She dropped her handbag and sat down on the cushion, grabbing someone’s jacket to lay across her lap. “I missed my train and then I got off at the wrong stop so I had to run here.”
“You ran?” Dongpyo scoffed.
Mya reached under the table, removing her shoes and tossing them next to her bag. “I’m very talented.”
“Maybe you wouldn’t have been late if you hadn’t dressed like such a princess.” Seungyoun laughed. “Or if you’d let me pick you up.”
“You were running errands and I wasn’t getting out of bed before I have to.” Mya said. “And besides, I think I look cute.”
“You do.” Yohan ruffled her hair.
She shook him off. “Be careful. Someone needs to take pictures later for Instagram and I want to look my best.”
She’d picked out one of her favourite outfits – a matching pink skirt and jacket with a white graphic tshirt underneath. Sihyeon had taken the time to do her hair into two messy braids, and she was honestly feeling adorable.
“Have you guys ordered already?” She asked, deciding to change the subject.
“You took forever…so yes.” Eunsang tossed her a breadstick, which she barely managed to catch.
“Good, I’m starving.” She took a bite. “I didn’t eat breakfast or dinner.”
Hangyul frowned. “What? Why?”
“You’re not on some stupid diet, are you?” Seungwoo leaned forward, obviously ready to deliver a lecture.
“I’m not.” She promised. “I just ate a whole pizza for lunch yesterday. And the restaurant we went to only served like…extra-large pizzas.”
“Who’s you go with? The boyfriend?” Seungyoun asked.
Mya glared at him.
“What?” Eunsang gasped. “Mimi has a boyfriend?”
“You didn’t tell them?” Dongpyo leaned back in his chair.
“Of course I didn’t tell them.” She hissed. “It’s kind of a secret.”
“But you told Seungyoun and Dongpyo?” Wooseok crossed his arms.
“Well….Seungyoun’s at my company and Dongpyo’s my bestie.” Mya winced. “I would’ve told you guys eventually.”
“Who is it?” Yohan asked. “Do we know him?”
“I don’t know, maybe.” Mya glanced towards the door. “How long until our food gets here?”
“No way.” Hangyul shook his head. “You don’t get to eat until you tell us who you’re dating.”
“But I don’t think-“
“She’s dating Yuta from NCT.” Dongpyo answered for her. “He asked her out because she seduced him and now they go out once a week and eat until they get sick.”
Mya shook her head solemnly. “I trusted you.”
“You’re dating a member of NCT?” Minhee grinned. “That’s so cool!”
“Cool? No it’s not.” Hangyul frowned. “Isn’t he like…a lot older than you?”
“Only like, five years.” Mya said. “But he’s really sweet. I think you guys would like him.”
“Is that why you’re wearing heels and short skirts now?” Yohan asked.
“She also started working out for him.” Seungyoun mentioned.
“Shut up!” Mya shouted.
“Are we going to have to have a talk with him?” Seungwoo asked.
“No.” Mya rolled her eyes. “Firstly, you have no reason to because we’re not even in the same group anymore.”
“Ouch, Mimi.” Junho passed her another bread roll.
“And secondly, for the record and not that it’s any of your business.” She took a bite. “I wear heels and dress nice because I like to feel fancy, and I started working out more because I thought it would be fun.”
“No one believes you.” Dongpyo told her.
“That’s it! You’re demoted from being my bestie!” Mya exclaimed.
“What? You can’t!” He shouted. “I know all of your secrets, I can ruin you!”
“You’re going to blackmail me?”
“Maybe.” He grinned. “But fine. I won’t tell them any of the other juicy details I know about you and your boyfriend.”
There was a long moment of silence.
“Juicy?” Hangyul sounded a little bit like he was going to have a stroke. “What does he mean? Mya, what does he mean?”
“None of your business.” The door opened. “Food’s here!”
[2:34 am] Seungwoo’s arm lazily wrapped around your waist as his body turned to face yours. He was still in a peaceful slumber, letting out soft snores that were barely audible from burying his face deep into his pillow.
You propped yourself up on your side facing his bare chest. No matter how many times you had tried to sleep, your mind kept you awake. Your fingers automatically attatched to the black ink tattooed onto his skin, tracing the cursive words.
“What are you doing?” His voice was groggy and he raised his head from his pillow. He looked exhausted and it made you feel bad for waking him up. Alarmed, you cocked your finger from his chest and faced the other way.
“It’s late baby, you need to sleep.” He spoke softly. His hand made his way from your waist to your hair, his fingers tangling into the strands. You leaned into his touch while he continued to play with your hair, as he knew thats what usually calmed you down.
You curled into his chest, his arms reverting to around your waist. Your eyes felt heavier and heavier, and the last thing you remember was his lips touching your forehead before telling you that he loved you.
A/n: just something to post because i barely post im sorry 🤧 im working on a part two for WSLH so hopefully ill get around to posting it eventually :)
genre: han seungwoo x reader, fluff, domestic bliss
word count: 4k
plot: Your cousin asks you to babysit his children (14 y.o. Dongpyo & 13 months old baby sister Dohye) to celebrate the anniversary with his wife. Your boyfriend volunteeringly helps you out. Oh oh looks like you two are about to catch baby fever.
a/n: I finally decided to watch Broduce during quarantine although I already knew the outcome because I was too moved by some videos of Yunseong and Jinhyuk :( Anyways when Seungwoo said that if he had a son he’d like him to be like Dongpyo, I was like: say no more! (I hope you don’t mind that I made Dongpyo younger for this)
from: capt. seungwoo <3 [3:17pm]
wanna do something later? i miss u :(
to: capt. seungwoo <3 [3:19pm]
it’s been only two days... but i miss u too :(
and i don’t know if i have time today. i’m babysitting Jaesung’s children tonight because they are celebrating their anniversary and might come back late
from: capt. seungwoo <3 [3:19pm]
i could come by and help you out?
i’m meeting seungsik now but i definitely can come right afterwards!
to: capt. seungwoo <3 [3:20pm]
yeeess, i’d love that!
—
5:07pm. The streets are filled with cars rushing home and it almost looks like they are following the sun, eager to come home and finally rest. You just finished stowing away things in your small apartment that could be possibly dangerous around babies, now lazily scrolling through your Instagram feed and liking every other post. Then the doorbell finally rang and you rushed to the door to buzz them in. Almost a minute later there was a family of four standing in your living room.
“Sorry for being late,” your cousin said as he carefully put his bag down, “traffic, you know.” “It’s fine,” you replied and crouched down and shook little Dohye’s hands, beaming at the baby in the stroller. “Well, someone’s in a good mood today, aren’t you little sunshine?” Whether she did understand you or not, the little girl simply responded with a cheerful giggle that could melt anyone’s heart.
“She’s been energetic all day long. I hope she won’t give you a hard time,” her mother told you while undoing the buckles and taking the small child in her arms. Dongpyo was already sitting down on the couch next to the big black bag, seemingly busy on his phone.
“Everything you need for Dohye is in the bag. Diapers, baby food and even some toys to keep her entertained.” Your attention diverted back to your cousin who was going through the bag to check all items. “All right, thank you.”
After checking the final things with you, Hyejin took your hands in hers and squeezed them tightly. “Thank you so much for doing this!” “Yes, thank you. You are the best!” Your cousin engulfed you in a hug and then walked over to his children. “Behave well and help Y/N out, okay?” he playfully ruffled Dongpyo’s hair and bent down to kiss the little girl on his lap, followed by his wife showering the two with affection. A little annoyed like most teenagers in puberty the young boy told his parents off.
Halfway through the door Hyejin turned around to say, “Call us if there are any problems!”
“Don’t worry, Seungwoo is also coming. I’m sure we’ll manage,” you reassured them while ushering them out, “Just enjoy your anniversary!” "Oh, say hello from us then, yeah?” Jaesung waved one last time before the door closed.
“Finally!” the fourteen years-old exclaimed, making you chuckle. Seeing how his sister started squirming in his lap and hitting his face, you offered to take her while Dongpyo dutifully laid out her blanket on your floor and set up a few toys. “So, your boyfriend is also coming?”
“Yup, I think you’ve only met him once. Remember when we picked you up from dance practice because your mom was in labor? He drove us to the hospital.”
“Oh yeah, but isn’t he too cool for you?”
“Hey, wouldn’t be the other way around?” You played along. “Dohye agrees with me.”
“Nah, he really looked cool driving with one hand and calming you down while you were nervous as a cat.”
Just when you were about to retort the doorbell rang again as if your boyfriend knew you were talking about him. “Dongpyo can you get that, please?” Without further ado the boy got up from the comfy spot and buzzes Seungwoo in. A few moments later he enters, dressed in black ripped jeans and a white tee which was mainly covered by the purple The Rolling Stones hoodie (you got it for him as a birthday present and he claimed it was his favorite piece of clothing ever since).
“Hey guys, I brought some cake!” Seungwoo proudly lifts the white bag with his usual endearing smile. He fist-bumped Dongpyo and walked over to press a chaste kiss on your cheek before he set the cake down on the kitchen counter.
“You should marry him,” Dongpyo’s ogling eyes followed your boyfriend first, then his body. Eager to have some cake, his hands were already reaching out for the white bag when you stopped him. “Dongpyo stop. Let's save the cake for dessert, alright?”
With a pout, the boy looks up at the older guy in hope of him being able to convince you otherwise but the latter apologetically shook his head, “Sorry pal, you heard the boss.” He then proceeded to carefully stored the cake in your refrigerator as Dongpyo dramatically put his head between his hands.
—
About half an hour into the babysitting you were sitting down on your floor, watching Dohye grabbing colorful wooden bricks and stacking them on top of each other. Sometimes she would even chuck them in your direction as if to tell you that you should do the same.
Meanwhile the two boys sat comfortably on the couch as Dongpyo showed some of his dance covers on his phone but also a few viral video clips he saw on social media, both unable to hold back their laughter. By now they have become close mentally - as well as physically. They were leaning onto each other, leaving no space between them, and Seungwoo had one of his arms draped over the boy’s narrow shoulders. It was a position you were very familiar with.
“Hey Y/N, have you seen this video of a ferret dancing? It’s soooo cute,” Dongpyo leaned down from the couch to show you his phone screen whereas Seungwoo held onto his shirt so he wouldn’t fall down. Mimicking the ferret’s movements with Dohye’s rattle in your hand, you answered, “Yes, I replayed it so, so many times and even sent it to Seungwoo.”
Enticed by the rattle, the little baby dropped the blue brick and started crawling towards you. With open arms you welcome the girl as she climbed in your lap, willingly handing the rattle over. Immediately Dohye aggressively shook the toy and filled the room not only with rhythmic rattling but also joyous laughter.
Feeling your lower back starting to hurt from sitting on the ground, you scooted over to lean against the couch with Dohye safely pulled against your front. “Wow, this is funny haha!”
When you craned your neck to see what Dongypo was laughing about, you realized that Seungwoo’s eyes had been set on you. It seemed like he was in a daze, the way he smiled so fondly at the sight of you holding and playing with the baby.
The image of you and him having a baby of your own crossed his mind ever since he walked through the door today and saw you two together and truth to be told he liked it - a lot.
His hand then slowly reached out for your head and gently stroked your hair, careful not to get any strands tangled with his rings. Enjoying the calming feeling, you returned his sweet gesture with a genuine smile that made his heart flutter like the first time he met you.
This intimate moment didn’t last long, though, as Dohye suddenly began to cry. “Oh no, what’s wrong, Dohye?” You picked her tiny body up and smelled her diaper. “Well, it doesn’t seem like you need your diaper changed.”
“I bet she’s hungry, Y/N” Dongpyo said as he put his phone down. “Can you get the baby food from bag, please?” You slowly got up from your place and rocked the girl back and forth in hope of calming her down. “Shh, don’t cry. Your big brother is getting your food right.”
“I got it! It says that it needs to be heated up in the microwave for a minute to a minute and a half,” the boy read the instructions and walked over to your kitchen. However, he struggled to open the glass so Seungwoo offered to help him, “Here, let me.”
He then opened the little glass on his first try and proceeded to put it in your microwave as he already knew his way around your kitchen. “Oh, I think this might be a little too hot?” Seungwoo worried after taking the glass out and rolling it between his hands.
“Let’s stir the heat out and wait a little then... Dongpyo, is there perhaps a baby bib in the bag too?”
All of you made your way back into the living room, you sitting down on the couch with a still crying baby and joined by Seungwoo while Dongpyo looked for the baby bib. Tying it around her neck turned out to be a bit harder than expected since she started to squirm around.
After finally succeeding, you decided to switch with Seungwoo so you could feed the little girl. You carefully blew on the small spoon as Dohye watched you with big eyes and drool coating her mouth already. Ten minutes later the glass is empty and a big content smile grazed the girl’s lips.
“Wow, you eat really well, huh?” You wiped her mouth with the bib and booped her little nose. “You come after your dad, I guess.”
—
“Are you sure you don’t need me to help you cook?”
“I’ll manage. Just watch the kids, honey” You couldn’t help but giggle at your own cheesy words and squeezed his muscular arm before sending him back into the living room. As soon as you calmed Dohye down, the next kid started to complain about being hungry. This whole situation made you feel like it was your little family.
Before you could indulge further into your imagination, you diverted your attention to the ingredients in front of you to cook pasta. While the noodles were boiling, you were busy cutting onions and carrots for the sauce when suddenly a pair of arms wrapped themselves around your middle. Shortly after his head hovered next to yours, “Looks good, babe.”
“There is nothing to see yet,” you playfully nudged him, yet he pulled you closer against his body. “Wasn’t talking about the food,” Seungwoo then cheekily pressed his lips against the side of your face and proceeded to steal a few slices of carrots, running back before you could stop him.
Looking over your shoulder you saw that he was sharing the stolen goods with none other than Dongpyo, both a giggling mess. In your eyes the two were like a real father-son duo and you began to wonder what it would be like if you two were to start a family. A blush bloomed on your cheeks, yet you pushed the thought back to focus on cooking again.
As soon as you served the pasta, Dongpyo came rushing and very eager to dig in. You left the TV on and put on a children’s show to entertain Dohye while the rest of you enjoyed dinner.
“I’m so fuuuuull! Thank you for the meal, Y/N,” Dongpyo said as he lazily rubbed his tummy and closed his eyes for moment. “Too full for the cake, though?” Seungwoo asked the boy across him, raising his eyebrow. At his words, Dongpyo’s eyes opened with a twinkle in them, “Never!”
While you put the dirty dishes into the dishwasher, Seungwoo was already taking out new plates and of course: the long-anticipated cake. “I hope you like cherries, Dongpyo,” your boyfriend presented three chunky pieces of cake covered in pink and white frosting with little cherries on top. “Voila, the cake is really delicious. I tried one piece with Seungsik today,” he winked at you and forked a bite-sized piece, raising it to your mouth.
You welcomed the sweet taste as the frosting melted on your tongue, humming in agreement. Just when the three of you sat down on the couch again, the baby started crawling towards your boyfriend and grabbed his sturdy leg to pull herself up, her eyes set on the pink and white delicacy. Seungwoo quickly put his plate on the coffee table and picked the girl easily up.
“Aigoo, do you want some?” You two only laughed when she stretched her short arms towards your plate and almost lunged at it, only to be held back by your co-babysitter. You scooped a small amount of the frosting on your pinky and placed it against her plump limps which she gladly took.
“Oh Y/N, be careful of her-”
“Ouch!”
Dongpyo’s warning came a little too late as you massaged your poor finger, while Dohye somehow managed to giggle innocently yet diabolically at the same time (in that moment she reminded you a lot of her brother).
—
“Do you want to see my new dance routine?”
“Weren’t you too full to move just now?” You questioned the young boy.
“It’s all good now. I don’t think I will throw up.”
“Well, that’s very reassuring.”
Soon your small living room turned into a stage as Dongpyo prepared several dance covers of girl groups. His little sister started to jump up and down on the couch, with Seungwoo holding her arms, to cheer him on. He even managed to persuade Seungwoo to join him who acted hesitant at first but matched the teenager’s energy once he got up.
You and Dohye clapped as soon as the little showcase ended. The two guys plumped down on the couch, slightly out of breath. Seungwoo wasted no time to strip himself off his purple hoodie, leaving him in his loose white tee. The tattoos adorning his milky skin caught the younger one’s attention, “Wow Seungwoo, you have tattoos? Y/N, your boyfriend is soooo cool!”
He then put his index finger under his chin, “I think I’m getting tattoos, too, when I’m older. They look so cool on you.” At this you two couldn’t stifle your laughter, earning a confused look from Dongpyo. But who could blame you? It was very hard to imagine such a sweet, baby-faced boy to get tattoos inked on his skin.
“Sure thing, buddy,” Seungwoo ruffled the boy’s hair, unable to hold back his smile.
“Oh, but it hurts a lot, right? Maybe I won’t get any after all...” Dongpyo leaned back against the couch, hugging the cushion tighter.
—
You didn’t know how much time had passed when you took care of the mess in your kitchen but when you returned to your living room, you discovered a sleeping baby lying on top of your boyfriend’s chest. Your heart melted at this sight and the corners of your mouth immediately tugged upwards. Wanting to capture the sweet moment, you took your phone out and wasted no time to get a few shots of the two, careful not to disturb them.
Just when you crouched down next to the couch to get an up-close shot, your knee joints betrayed you. The pop seemingly woke up your boyfriend from his slumber as his eyes slowly opened and you were met with warm, brown orbs.
Catching you red-handed, Seungwoo cracked a smile and whispered, “What are you doing, babe?”
“You two look so adorable, I just couldn’t resist!” You smiled sheepishly and began to stroke his hair with your free hand, pushing a few strands away from his eyes.
“Mh, as much as I’m enjoying this, I think my back might kill me soon,” he softly spoke with his eyes closed again, welcoming your gentle touch. “C’mon, let’s put her in my bed.”
Seungwoo clutched the little girl closer to his chest and slowly got up without making any noise. He pushed her a little upwards so she could rest her head on his shoulder. You walked ahead, opening the two doors for him, and pulled the blanket aside to let him put Dohye down. Then you tucked her safely in and placing your stuffed bunny, which Seungwoo had won for on your first arcade date, next to her.
The two of you sneaked out of your bedroom, leaving the door ajar just in case she woke up. Now standing in the small hallway, Seungwoo wrapped his arms around you from behind, putting just a little bit of his weight on you. “My back still hurts from your small couch; you should carry me like this,” you could basically hear his pout above your head.
“Shut up, my couch is not that small. It’s just because you are stupidly tall!” You hushed him as you wriggled in his arms to turn around and playfully pinched his cheeks. There was a shift in his eyes; usually he would retort that you were ‘stupidly small’ but this time he just gazed at you, eyes filled with adoration.
With your chests pressing against each other, you were not quite sure whether it was your heart that was racing or his. Maybe it was both of yours but it didn’t matter, anyways.
“What are you thinking about?” You asked in a small voice, your index finger now tracing his dimple instead.
“I was just wondering, what it would be like if we had a baby,” Seungwoo confessed and smiled innocently at you. Heart skipping a beat, you were slightly flustered by his unexpected answer and felt your ears heat up.
“You would be a great dad.” Before he could react, you got on your tiptoes and simultaneously pulled his face a little bit down to meet him with a brief, yet sweet peck on the lips.
Once you released his face and let your hands slide down to the juncture between his shoulders and neck, you felt his arms tighten around your body and tugging you even closer to him. Being not satisfied with the peck, he leaned in for another kiss.
His warm lips melted against yours and you felt the butterflies erupt in your stomach like it was the very first time. As your lips moved against his, you could feel him smiling into the kiss. There was still a faint taste of cherries lingering on his lips adding to the sweet and addictive kiss. For a moment you forgot about everything because being in his arms just felt right.
“Wow, it’s like my parents never left,” a sudden voice exclaimed from behind you. The two of you shyly pulled away from each other and looked at the intruder. “Don’t mind me, I’m just going to use the bathroom.”
With that being said, Dongpyo quickly disappeared into your bathroom. You were slightly embarrassed by getting caught but to make you blush even more, Seungwoo then said, “I want to have a kid like him later, haha.”
—
Their parents came back around 9pm. Dohye was still fast asleep in your bedroom, by now cuddling with your stuffed bunny, while the three of you watched an episode of Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bokjoo.
“You guys came back early! How was your dinner?”, you asked them as you let the couple in. “Oh, it was wonderful and the food was really delicious. You two should check out the restaurant sometime,” Hyejin gushed. “Anyways, we called it a night early because I missed my babies too much.”
She wasted no time to pull her son into her side and ruffle his fluffy hair, eliciting a soft whine from him.
“Ah, I almost forgot! We’ve got you a little gift,” the woman nudged her husband who pulled out a small white box from his paper bag. “It’s from our favorite chocolatier. But it’s only a small gift so whenever you have time, come over and we will make you a nice meal to thank you properly, yeah?”
“Alright, let’s go home now. I think we’ve bothered you enough for tonight,” your cousin chimed after putting his little girl in her carrier and giving the two of you a hug.
Once you closed the door behind them, Seungwoo pulled you into his arms again. Just before he could say anything, a yawn escaped his mouth.
“Are you tired?”
“Mhm, just a little bit.”
He rested his forehead against yours, eyes lovingly gazing into yours again like earlier.
“Do you wanna stay the night?”
“Sure, I’d love to.”
Seungwoo rummaged through your closet, looking for a comfortable shirt amidst all the t-shirts that you’ve either got or stole from him. Finally, his eyes set on a grey oversized tee which you actually could wear as a dress. Stripping off his slightly sweaty shirt, he welcomed the new soft fabric that no longer smelled like his cologne but by now had picked up your sweet scent.
When he joined you in the bathroom, you were already brushing your teeth whilst scrolling through your Instagram feed. He made his way behind you, smiling at your reflection in the mirror because the pink shirt that he’s been missing for the past week just happened to be engulfing you in that moment. But how could be upset when you looked like an angel to him?
Before you could grab your hair yourself, Seungwoo gently pushed them back and held them for you so they wouldn’t get in your way until you were finished with your routine. Once he started with his routine, you sat down on the edge of your bathtub. Waiting for him, you went through your gallery and took a look at the photos from earlier again.
“What’chu shmiling at?” He asked you with a mouth full of foam, watching through the mirror.
“Just the pics of you and Dohye sleeping together. They are really cute, I think I’m gonna post one of them!” You excitedly stood up and stayed by his side, holding your phone in front of him whilst swiping and showing him your favorite snapshots.
After he was done with his own routine, the two of you wasted no time to snuggle up in the comfort of your bed. Like every other night you rested your head on his shoulder with his arms secured round your frame as if you could easily slip away anytime. A pleasant silence fell over you, only your shallow breaths were audible.
Your eyes were fixated on a sliver of light that shone through your blinds, unable to close your eyes and succumb to the sweet promise of sleep yet. The image of Seungwoo and the kids wouldn’t leave you alone. Sure, you’ve seen him plenty times playing with his own nephew already but today felt different.
“I was just wondering, what it would be like if we had a baby.”
His words kept repeating and repeating themselves in your head.
“What’s on your mind?” Seungwoo spoke so softly, it was barely a whisper. He started gently stroke your hair as he slightly turned his head towards you, his lips now almost brushing your temple.
“Just thinking about what you said earlier...” You tilted your head, meeting his eyes in the dark. “You know, what it’d be like if we had a baby, and I can’t stop thinking about it – but in a good way!”
If you had looked a little bit closer, you would have seen that his gaze softened even more at you rambling about how he would spoil the baby to death or you two dressing up your child like a model, making it the most fashionable baby out there.
“The thought of a baby really doesn’t scare me anymore. Especially when I have you by my side,” you confessed. Instead of teasing you for corny confession, he pushed his body off the bed and hovered above you, his head already diving in to claim your lips.
Seungwoo didn’t say a word during your ramble but he put all his feelings into the kiss and you knew – he didn’t need to say it aloud because you knew he felt the same. His right hand caressed your face, thumb going over the apple of your cheek.
“I really like the sound of that,” his lips stretched into a smile before the landed right on your temple.
Suddenly his smile turned smug, “We could try making one right now.”
“Oh, shut up!”
—
The next morning you checked your notifications only to find yourself chuckling at them.
ssunhwa: oh I didn’t know I was an aunt already
pyopyoson: huh is that black mob of hair mine? anyways, I want pics with him too
Summary: Seungwoo covers up corruption and you are an activist in your spare time.
Also known as Seungwoo’s life as your employer
A week ago...
“Are you fucking kidding me?“ Lee Dongwook hurls the glass of bourbon to the wall. It crashes immediately, leaving a stain of brown liquid dribbling down the floor.
He combs his hand through his hair, breathing hard. Hangyul notices the tips of his father’s ears are red in anger and takes a step back instinctively. This reaction is unexpected. In fact, if he’s being honest, he has never seen his father react this harshly before. The urge to ask what’s wrong threatens to overcome him, but self-preservation dictates that he leave now. So, that’s what he tries to do until his father takes notice of his presence.
“What do you want, Hangyul?“ his father growls.
The sound sends shivers up his spine. This man suddenly feels like a stranger.
Dongwook walks around the desk to approach him and Hangyul almost bolts out of the room. Still, a big part of him tells him to remain where he is, unless he wants to make his father angrier than he already is.
“What the fuck do you want, Hangyul? I’m busy.“
His father easily towers over him and he steps back ever so slightly just so he doesn’t need to look up so much, “Seungwoo hyung called. He said—”
Hangyul pales. He has just gotten off the phone with his older brother and while he knows that Seungwoo has failed with something, he has no idea that much money has been involved. That’s more or less three percent of all of their net worths combined. Sure, it sounds like it won’t make much of a dent in their business but the fact that that much money has been lost not because a deal has fallen through but because it has been taken into police custody shows how grave exactly the situation is.
“Has...has anybody talked yet?“ he stutters. His father’s rage might be petrifying right now, but Hangyul doesn’t plan on waiting what else will unfold if the worst happens.
Dongwook shakes his head. “I don’t know,” he walks back to his desk to take his phone, “No one’s answering my calls and the men working for our friend, Tony Yu, have all been detained by the police. They haven’t made any calls outside since.”
“I thought Seungwoo hyung was supposed to take care of that meeting?“
“Every single one of the men on that port were booked by the police except for your brother. Once he gets back, take him straight to me. He needs to explain himself.“
Hangyul’s blood runs cold. “What are you saying, dad?“
His father turns to him darkly and he feels sweat breaking on his forehead.
“Just get it done, Hangyul,“ Dongwook snaps.
There’s no point in arguing with him, Hangyul realizes. So, he simply nods, “Okay, dad.”
It’s already nightfall by the time Seungwoo gets back. Seungyoun and the others have tried asking Hangyul about what has happened, but he can’t bring himself to even speak the words. So, he chooses to stay silent until he hears his older brother go through the gate. A part of him wants to rush down the driveway and turn Seungwoo away but a bigger part of him wants to see this through and to see the truth for himself. Hangyul knows, if he doesn’t find out what has happened this morning, his mind will never be able to get some peace and quiet.
Seungwoo gets out of the car with none of that confident aura he usually has. His collar is rumpled, hair disheveled like somebody has run their hands through it a couple times. Normally, this is Hangyul’s cue to tease Seungwoo because he looks exactly like how anyone would look like if they had some old-fashioned fun in the car on the way there, but this isn’t a normal night. So, Hangyul waits for another door to open until he has waited too long and still, nothing happens.
“Are you gonna keep standing there, Gyul?“ his older brother’s voice snaps him out of it.
Hangyul turns to him, “No assistant tonight, hyung?”
“No,” Seungwoo gives him a straight, no-nonsense look, his voice hard.
He puts both his hands up in the air not much unlike how Seungyoun does and shrugs. “I was just asking, hyung,”
“Right,“ Seungwoo bites, “Where’s dad?”
Hangyul breaks eye contact with him, whether because it feels like he’s bringing him to his execution or because he has seen neither his eldest brother nor his dad become furious until tonight, he doesn’t know. All he knows is that he just wants to get this night over with so they can finally go back to the family they used to be.
“He’s in the study,“ Hangyul answers, “I’ll go with you.“
This stops Seungwoo in his tracks. Gone is his aggression from before. He now looks worried, and if Hangyul knows his brother any better, he would say scared, but their eldest brother never gets scared. So, Hangyul surmises it must be the lighting outside. After all, it’s already dark.
Seungwoo leads the way — as he always has since they have been children. Hangyul doesn’t mind, either. They have all followed their eldest brother’s lead for as long as he can remember. Strong and confident Seungwoo hyung, Hangyul thinks. He has always been a leader through and through. So, when he turns around with unsure, nervous eyes before they enter their father’s study, Hangyul is alarmed. Suddenly, he is also unsure and slightly afraid.
“What’s wrong, hyung?“ he whispers.
But his brother doesn’t get to answer, because as soon as he starts to part his mouth, the door to the study suddenly opens with their father glaring at the both of them right inside.
“Everything,“ Dongwook growls.
All that jiu-jitsu training and Hangyul still isn’t prepared for what happens next. Seungwoo barely makes a step forward before he is greeted by their father’s fist to his face. He staggers backwards and almost falls over from the impact, but Hangyul braces himself as support behind his brother and eventually helps him regain his footing.
“Dad,“ Seungwoo wipes on his lip and winces, “Calm down.“
They both get inside the study and Hangyul locks the door behind him.
“You stupid, stupid boy!“ Dongwook charges at Seungwoo again, but this time, Hangyul steps forward to stop him.
Hangyul, considerably shorter than their father, visibly struggles to keep him at bay, “Dad, stop it!”
But Dongwook’s anger is unrelenting and soon enough, he slips past Hangyul to swipe at his first born once more. His fists only catch air and this is when the two brothers realize that their father is wobbly and his eyes are unfocused. One quick glance at the tray where he keeps his bourbon tells Seungwoo that their father definitely has had one too many. So, they both approach him and sit him on a chair, albeit his rather faint resistance.
“Do you have any idea,“ their father pants, “what you have done, Seungwoo?“
The sudden defeat in Dongwook’s eyes alarms Hangyul as he stares back to both of his sons. It is only then that Hangyul realizes that it’s not sweat dripping down their father’s neck but hot, wet tears. Now, in all the years he’s known his father, it is only once that he’s seen him cry. Seeing him shed tears right now, all the more tightens the tension that Hangyul has been feeling since this morning.
Hangyul takes a glance at his brother to see if he’s feeling the same, but Seungwoo’s face is as cold as ice, unreadable. His brother takes a handkerchief from his pocket and wipes down their father’s face and neck. Dongwook doesn’t resist, but he can tell that he’s uncomfortable being taken care of by his sons.
“I’ll fix this, Dad,“ Seungwoo finally says when he’s done, “Let me handle it.“
Dongwook shakes his head slowly. Although, Seungwoo doesn’t see because he has already walked towards the door. Hangyul thinks the fatigue from the entire day must have finally caught up to him because his normally broad shoulders now look slumped and petite.
“They’ll come after you,” their father suddenly rasps, struggling on sitting more upright on the chair.
Seungwoo looks back, a determined look dancing on his face, “I know. Let them.“
Hangyul hasn’t slept that night.
Present time...
Sweat drenches her neck and back as she takes the zillionth rest tonight. Her tank top clings to her skin in that annoying, disgusting way only sweat-drenched clothes ought to make, but it doesn’t faze her. Nothing can faze her right now when all she wants is to keep hitting that stupid punching bag until she’s too tired to give anything a second thought. Her mind is a one-way street and nothing can take that away from her right now — or so she thinks.
“That’s enough already, YN,“ a hand stills the sack of sand in front of her.
She almost punches Yohan in the face when he steps between her and the bag. She decides against it, though. His admirers will weep at his pretty face getting all banged up, she thinks.
So, instead, she makes a face at him, “Just one more hour, please?”
But Yohan shakes his head, “You’ve been at it since three in the afternoon. It’s already seven.”
“What?“
He gives her an incredulous look, “It’s 7pm, YN. What the hell are you thinking throwing punches for four hours?“
“I was...training,“ she finally brings down the fists that she realizes she’s still holding up.
A sharp pain shoots up her shoulders and she almost falls over if not for Yohan bracing himself for support. He wordlessly takes her gloves off and inspects her fingers with her watching his face for any reaction all the while. He has always known her better than anyone else, even better than Minhee, but now she wonders if he can still tell what’s on her mind.
Yohan uncurls her hands and makes a tsk sound when she gasps in pain, “You really never know when to stop,” he comments as he meets her in the eye.
On any other day, she would’ve taken that comment lightly, but right now that she’s at her most sensitive, angriest state thus far, she can’t make herself let go. So, she takes her hands from Yohan and shoots him a glare.
“What’s that supposed to mean?“ she asks, challenging.
The defensive tilt of her chin obviously surprises Yohan and it infuriates her even more when he doesn’t engage, “It’s just that. Nothing else.”
She grabs the gloves from his hands and tries to goad him on, “You meant something more and you know it. What are you saying, Yohan?”
The girl isn’t usually belligerent like this. In all of her bravado in “exposing” the Lee family, deep inside, she’s not a confrontational person. Not really. That’s why she knows her behaviour surprises Yohan right now. As ugly as it can be to admit it, but she can’t really bring herself to care. Not right now. She’s been simmering in anger since this morning and she needs release. So, as he fixes the other equipments in the gym, she follows suit to pester him some more.
“Just tell me, Yohan,“ she sighs, arms crossed against her chest.
It must have been the stale air in the gym or the darkness outside the glass panes or the thought that she might have intentionally wanted to vent all her anger on him because she knows he’ll never get mad at her no matter what but the second Yohan turns to face her again, she sees a whole new side of this man she’s been friends with for so long. And almost immediately, her heart becomes a hummingbird trapped in a cage as he takes a hand to the side of her face.
The girl tries to backpedal, “Fine, let’s just drop it.”
But it’s too late now. Yohan steps closer to her — so close that she can smell the faint scent of his perfume. He stoops down to her level so they are now face to face. The hummingbird in her chest is now trying to peck its way out.
“No, you wanted me to talk, right?“ Yohan asks as his eyes bore into her own.
She doesn’t answer. She is frozen in place.
There is a mix of anger and sadness when Yohan speaks again, “You let yourself fall too hard, YN.”
“What?“ she stutters, confused and nervous.
Yohan still has his face inches away from hers and little by little, she feels the discomfort crawl up her body like a vine. She wants to slap herself. There is no need to provoke Yohan and yet she already has. And now, she doesn’t know what to do.
“You know exactly what I’m saying, YN,“ he whispers.
“No, I don’t...“
Yohan smirks, “Liar. You were so angry a moment ago. Why?”
This time, she finally averts her gaze. So, that’s how it is, she thinks. Yohan notices her reaction. He stretches up and steps away from her still smirking. This Yohan isn’t unknown to her, but he sure is unfamiliar. Especially, because he’s being like that to her. He’s never been like that to her.
Now, it’s Yohan who crosses him arms. “It’s about him, isn’t it?”
“Seungwoo has nothing to do with—“ her hands fly up to cover her mouth but they both have already heard all there is to hear.
Yohan shakes his head in disdain, “You love him.”
He doesn’t say it as a question, but she still gets the need to deny it, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
It doesn’t convince him, though. “You love him,” he repeats.
“Stop it, Yohan!“ the girl cries.
“Have the courage to say it to my face, at least,” he whispers, sounding strained, “Say it to the person who has been with you when everyone else couldn’t be there.”
“There’s nothing to say...” her breaths come out in gasps as she clutches her chest and heaves. It’s hard not to start crying but she manages not to for a while.
“Say it to the person whom you have so conveniently taken to your side to give you the love and affection that you craved but couldn’t give back,” Yohan’s voice is sharper, like he’s gritting his teeth, but she can’t know for sure because the second he’s started speaking again, her tears are welling up and she’s choking out sobs faster than she can breathe.
She mumbles something softly.
“What?“ Yohan takes in a sharp breath.
The girl lifts her head up, tears streaming down her face, “I said,” she whimpers, “You’re right.”
Yohan smiles bitterly. He covers a trembling hand over his mouth, but he manages to get out a small “thank you” before pulling away.
For the first time in their friendship, Yohan has turned his back on her as she cries. A part of her wants to beg for him to stay, to tell her everything is going to be okay and that they’ll fix whatever problem it is that they have right now but a bigger part of her knows that’s nearly impossible. So, she lets him leave. She doesn’t even follow her with her gaze. She just stands in the middle of the gym, tears pooling around her feet and she realizes she has just committed the biggest blunder of her life.
She’s fallen in love with Han Seungwoo.
A/N: I wanted to make this longer but school stuff is taking it’s toll and I wanted to post an update already. Anyways, hope you guys enjoy!
Also, I’ve been thinking of using 2nd POV in my next fic, 3rd person is so hard to write, I have come to realize. What do you guys think? Would you stlll read it if it’s in 2nd POV? Or do you prefer my works as it is?
pairing: cho seungyoun x reader, kim wooseok x reader
au: idolverse
warnings: more swearing than ususal
wordcount: 7.5k
description: you’ve had a one-sided crush on your close friend seungyoun for who knows how long, but things don’t stay so black and white when he introduces you to his new groupmate kim wooseok.
a/n: please listen to falling by harry styles and different by woodz for maximum emotion
“But doesn’t Y/N seem like the kind of person to have their future wedding all planned out?” Jimin asks, smiling over at the younger girl adoringly. “I feel like she knows exactly what she wants.”
“I wish,” you groan, pushing your hair off of your forehead. It’s sticky with sweat- the three of you are sitting outside, and it’s summer. “I only know a few things.”
“Tell us,” Seungyoun says, thinking to himself that he should have offered you a sip of his drink. You’ve already turned to Jimin and nicked some of hers.
You hum, setting your chin on the palm of your hand. Your lips pull into a pout, and you stare up at the umbrella above you, seemingly in thought. “My mom always told me never to date a musician, so I’ll probably follow that. She said they always end up breaking your heart.”
“Ouch,” Jimin laughs. “So never date one of your friends.”
“I know, right?” you reply with a lighthearted giggle. “And… I think my dad would like someone clean-cut. No tattoos and stuff like that. He’s kinda conservative in that way. Oh, and there’s one thing for sure.”
“Let me guess,” Jimin leans back, pointing knowingly. “Rich.”
You laugh.
Seungyoun always thinks you’re prettiest when you’re laughing.
“Nah, not rich,” you wave your hand, still grinning. “But like… kinda has their shit together, you know? I mean, to a degree, but. You know what I mean.”
“I do, I do,” Jimin nods. She looks to Seungyoun, lifting her chin. “So, Youn, you know anyone like that? This girl has not had a boyfriend since like fifth grade.”
You smack Jimin lightly on the arm. “Stop bullying me.”
“I am not!”
Seungyoun lets a smile pass with his lips pressed tightly together, fingers tapping quickly on the table. “None come to mind.”
-
“Ah,”
Seungyoun winces as soon as the bright light hits his eyes, rolling over and pressing his face into the pillow. “Stop,” he whines, muffled.
But nobody answers.
For a moment, he’d forgotten that he’s alone.
Seungyoun shifts, one eye opening to peek at where the light is coming from. He’s squinting and can’t see clearly, but he thinks it’s probably the curtain in front of his bed, slightly pushed to the side. And now it’s late enough that the sun has moved to glare straight through that small piece of the window.
Once the one eye has gotten used to the light, he sits up, rubbing both with his fingers. He winces- the headache that’s already blooming getting worse with the sun striking his face. Seungyoun feels around blindly for his phone on the nightstand, eventually finding it.
One in the afternoon.
A fuck ton of missed calls.
He sighs deeply, setting his phone in his lap and putting his head in his hands. He starts to groan, but that hurts, too.
Eventually he’ll have to get up and find some advil, but for now, that’s a lot to think about.
Bzzzz. Bzzzz. Bzzzz.
Seungyoun really groans this time, picking up his phone again to see who could possibly be calling this early in the-
Not morning.
Right.
And of course, it’s the only person who calls him often nowadays.
“Hello?” Seungyoun grumbles quietly into the phone, cringing at the volume of his own voice.
“Yah!” Sahee shouts, loud enough that he has to pull the phone away.
“Wait, please be quieter,” Seungyoun interrupts, pressing his other hand to his forehead. “Hangover.”
“Do you know what you did last night, Cho Seungyoun?” Sahee snaps violently, ignoring his request. “You made a fucking shitshow out of your friend group. I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for hours so you can figure your shit out!”
“...What?” Seungyoun mutters, a deep frown settling into his face.
“I need to know what you want, Seungyoun,” Sahee says, a desperate tone lacing her voice. “Why can’t you ever give anyone a straight answer?”
Seungyoun hesitates.
“I’ll talk to you later,” he says, and hangs up.
He sighs again.
Seungyoun runs his thumbs over the phone screen, turned off. He must’ve drank enough to completely forget most of last night- whatever Sahee is talking about, he has no clue. The last thing he remembers is leaving the barbecue place to go pick her and Wooseok up in a taxi.
Ding!
The screen lights up with an instagram notification.
y/n.ing just posted a photo.
Seungyoun hums your name aloud, wondering why it brings a sick feeling to his stomach. He swipes on the notification, opening the instagram app. It takes a moment to load up. He wishes that wouldn’t make him so nervous.
It’s a picture of you from the chest up, lying down on what looks like the floor of a dance practice room, hair splayed out around your face, skin glistening, a bright smile on your face. The kind of smile where your cheeks pull up high, and joy twinkles in your eyes. He can’t see that kind of detail in the photo, but Seungyoun knows that expression. He has it memorized.
One swipe to the left, and there’s a video autoplaying.
“You make me feel special!”
You’re singing and dancing to a song that he knows you loves- extremely dramatically, with your limbs loose and your voice turning the pop song into opera. Your group member Eunmi is visible in the mirror, filming on your phone, and clearly dying laughing. The other two members, Jiseo and Soohyun, are sitting on the couch in the back of the room, smiles evident on their faces.
He chuckles, scrolling back up to watch the video of you again.
“L/N F/N,” he repeats.
“L/N F/N,” Seungyoun says, finally seeing you after searching the whole surrounding area of the restaurant. “This isn’t the bathroom.”
“...I know,” you say, looking awkward, tugging at the sleeve of your sweater. You talk softly, almost like you don’t want him to hear. “I couldn’t find it.”
“Ah,” Seungyoun cringes, grabbing his head. What is he thinking of? Was that… was that last night?
What the hell was Sahee talking about?
He exits out of instagram and opens messages instead, scrolling down to find your name. When he taps on the conversation, his stomach drops.
Y/N
Seungyoun-oppa… please stop calling me and take care of yourself instead. Have Wooseok-oppa take you home and drink lots of water. If you call your mom I’m sure she’ll bring you some soup tomorrow. Goodnight.
Seungyoun reads the message a hundred times over, his eyes catching on every piece of every word.
He remembers.
He kissed you.
And you left.
Seungyoun looks to the side, catching the way Wooseok’s head is dipped close to you, mumbling something quietly that’s making you smile.
“Yah yah yah!” Jimin shouts, thrusting an accusing finger at you and Wooseok, her cheeks flushed red. “These two look a little suspicious!” she slaps a hand on your shoulder. “Whatcha talkin’ about over there?”
Seungyoun’s eyes narrow as you point nervously to yourself. “Who? Me and Wooseok-oppa?”
Even then, you’d referred to Wooseok that way. When did you start doing that? He hadn’t spent too long thinking about it last night, especially with the way the conversation turned, but Seungyoun is sure that you’d never called his friend and groupmate that before. Why would you have started? Sure, the two of you had seen each other a few times at gatherings where Wooseok tagged along with Seungyoun, but you’ve never been one to throw around casual language without knowing someone well.
Why did you have to call him that?
Slowly, Seungyoun sets his phone back down on the nightstand. He lies down in bed again, putting one of his pillow over top of his head to block out the light.
He feels sick, and it’s not just from the alcohol.
Maybe it’s cowardice… maybe it’s shame. But he can’t face anyone now. Not Sahee, not Wooseok, and not you.
He’ll ignore it, for now.
-
“Just hang in there a little bit longer, okay?”
You hold your phone next to your ear, curled up in your bed, blankets tucked under your chin.
“Give it a week, and we can go.”
“...Okay,” you respond, your voice croaky. You’d made it through today faking that everything was fine, but as soon as you got into your bedroom, it had all come spilling out in painful, long bouts of tears.
“Y/N-ah,” Wooseok’s voice is comforting, as grating as it sounds through the receiver. “You’re a strong person.”
You hold in the whimper that tugs at your throat. “I don’t feel that way right now.”
“That’s okay,” Wooseok says, and you can imagine the way he probably looks as he’s talking. Kind, always reserved, but tender. “It’s true whether you feel it right now or not. You’ll be alright. Just put your heart into the comeback for now.”
“Okay,” you repeat, unable to come up with much more. “Promise me we’ll take a day off in a week.”
“I promise.”
You sigh in relief, pressing your face into your pillow. “Okay. Thank you. Make sure to eat dinner.”
You hear a semblance of laughter, subdued. “You too. Fighting, L/N Y/N.”
A small smile rises on your lips. “Fighting, Kim Wooseok.”
-
Seungyoun twirls the cup ramen around with his chopsticks repeatedly, zoning out, letting the noodles get bloated and cold. He stares at the clock on the microwave over the stove. It’s 7:23pm now.
He wonders what you’re up to today. If you’re doing alright. If you’re thinking about him kissing you, or if it didn’t faze you at all. He can’t remember exactly how you reacted. All he knows is that you didn’t kiss him back. He remembers that- the feeling of rejection.
Seungyoun wasn’t expecting it. Maybe that’s why it was so painful.
The two of you have been friends for a few years now. At the beginning, you clearly had no interest in him romantically. He was probably just Jimin’s older guy friend to you- just someone who was funny and nice and fit in well with the group of friends you were building up. Seungyoun remembers when you used to openly talk about other idols you thought were really good looking or charming. He remembers when you even (albeit somewhat jokingly) asked Vernon to set you up with his groupmate Mingyu, since he was “just so handsome, and clean-cut, and kind… what kind of human can be like that?”.
And Seungyoun remembers when things started to shift. When it became clear that you weren’t looking for Vernon to give his group member your number anymore. When you started brushing off Jimin’s teasing about getting a boyfriend, since you’ve been historically solo. He remembers when you started looking at him with a more pensive, adoring expression. Like you were memorizing things about him. Like you were taking everything in that you could.
Seungyoun knew the expression well. It’s how he looks at you, when you’re looking the other way.
You’re not subtle. You’ve never been, in all the time that Seungyoun has known you. In virtually every situation, you’re talkative and fun and supportive- you make yourself known and you make your thoughts clear. Sometimes it’s embarrassing, but most of the time, it’s endearing. He thinks that might be why you’re so popular, among your fans and the public and other idols, too.
But you started to become quieter around him. Careful, like you only wanted to show the best parts of you. A little nervous, like you didn’t want his opinion of you to change even a fraction. It was unlike you.
You’re not subtle. Seungyoun noticed your feelings for him not long after they must have developed.
He doesn’t have enough fingers to count on his hands the number of times that he has looked at you- whether it’s across a table, a room, or on the screen of his phone- and thought that he has to tell you soon. It happens often. Whenever you set your chin on the palm of your hand, and look up at him from underneath your eyelashes. Or when you laugh at something he said. Or when he catches the way that someone else looks at you when they’re interested. But he has never said a word.
And he never planned to.
Seungyoun sighs, twisting the ramen up and taking a bite. It’s definitely unpleasant now. Too much time has passed since he poured the boiling water in.
He has always thought, from the first time that you sat down in front of him, that you are like the sun. Vibrant, energetic, full of light. You are someone who loves fully and absolutely. You are someone who dedicates their entire heart to the things you love and enjoy. You are bright, and you shine without anyone else’s influence.
Seungyoun is like the moon. He can only reflect your own light back at you. And there is a cold, dark part of him, that will only ever drag you down.
Seungyoun has always thought, from the first time that understood who exactly you were, that he is not good enough for you.
-
“Again,”
Haeyoung’s voice strikes out into the dance room. You quickly reset, and when she counts off, repeat the eight bar section cleanly.
“Good job, Y/N,” your dance coach compliments. “Everyone, follow Y/N’s lead on this one. She’s at the center so the rest of you can relax a little, just make sure to hit count five sharply, there’s a beat in the background of the music that it’ll emphasize if it looks perfect.”
The four of chorus back a yes, ssaem, and reset when she directs you to.
You started dancing when you were barely five- your mom signed you up for ballet classes because her friend’s daughter was doing them too. You hated it. Absolutely hated it. It was boring to you, just learning how to take soft steps with pointed toes, one hand on the barre that was placed in the center of the dance room. It felt like that was all you did for ages.
But your mom forced you to stay in it, telling you that since she paid for it, you were learning ballet for the six months she signed you up for. You complained and complained, but when it came time to decide if you were going to continue, for some reason, you asked your mom if you could stay.
As you got older, learning contemporary, hip-hop, jazz, you realized that there was something about being on stage and performing out to an audience that made your heart race. You loved the feeling of immersing yourself in movement, of letting the music carry you and pull your body in every direction.
When you became a trainee, you weren’t the greatest singer. You could hold a pitch, could sing the easier songs at karaoke, could push out a couple of high-ish notes when prompted. Your lack of skill dug a feeling of fear, inadequacy, anxiety into you. You often felt unsatisfactory, and like your position among the trainees was constantly being threatened. You spent your days in high school rushing from class to the company building, late but present to vocal lessons that weren’t required.
On the day that the president of the company made the final decision on the members of the new girl group, you were late, too.
You were nearly in tears by the time you made it into the room with the other trainees. You’d been held up by the bus you took to get to the company breaking down. You couldn’t afford to take a taxi, so you ran.
You were so afraid, then. Terrified of not being chosen. You felt sick to your stomach, standing in the back of the room, brushing sweaty bangs off of your forehead, hearing the president choose the third member, your friend Soohyun.
You were barely listening. You could only hear muffled voices, like you were underwater, and the pounding of your heart.
“The final member is L/N Y/N. Everyone else is dismissed.”
Those words, you will always remember.
Over time, the snotty comments and criticisms from the other trainees that came as soon as everyone began to file out of the room have faded in your memory. Your shock and overwhelming relief shut them out back then too.
The president wanted to speak directly to the four of you. You were still dazed and weren’t really comprehending what he was saying until he said your name.
You can’t remember now, the entirety of what he said to you. You just remember that he went on about something vague, that you were unpolished and unreliable, that you were not the 4th choice for the other board members and coaches.
“You need to prove yourself,” he said.
“To you, sir?” you asked.
“No,” he shook his head. “To everyone else.”
You stare at yourself in the mirror of the dance room, feeling like your eyes are someone else’s. Jiseo, Eunmi, and Soohyun move around you, grabbing water and talking while everyone takes a break.
You look so tired.
It’s more than just the dark circles under your eyes and dull skin. It’s more than the exhausted posture of someone who has been working the whole day. It’s more than the sweat collecting above your brow.
You just look so tired.
Are you proving yourself? Have you done it already? If you haven’t, are you getting close? Will you ever?
Your feet sweep around lightly underneath you, gaze unfocusing as you go through the steps of the choreo again. You do it mindlessly, limbs following the memory that’ll be imprinted in your mind for years. You still remember routines that you learned when you were 12.
“Y/N-ah?”
You stop when you feel Jiseo’s hand on your upper arm, and turn to look at her, bringing your vision into focus like you just put glasses on. Her brows furrow.
“Take a break with the rest of us.”
“Hm?” you tilt your head. You’d realized that was what they were doing. Why didn’t you join? “Okay.”
You follow Jiseo to the couch at the back of the dance room, sitting down and taking a sip out of your water bottle. You stare at yourself through the mirror. You still see the image of yourself dancing.
You need to prove yourself.
To everyone else.
-
Seungyoun sits on the couch in the dorm. The kids are at school, and it seems like Seungwoo and Wooseok are both out and about. He came here because he was tired of being alone, but he’s just as lonely anyway.
Sahee keeps calling him and he keeps ignoring her.
Seungyoun looks at the recents list on the telephone app, his old friend’s name the first twenty at least. It’s been a few days. She still seems desperate to get in contact with him. Before her numerous calls are a few from his manager, Seungwoo, and Jimin. All of them went unanswered.
He has to scroll down pretty far to see your name.
The last time he called and you answered was when you told him that Sahee was in love with him. He doesn’t know how he never realized. Maybe it’s because he had been so focused on you and your feelings for him- his longtime composer friend having romantic feelings for him hadn’t even seemed plausible or relevant.
You cried that day. He could feel your guilt and anxiety through the call, without ever seeing your face. He knew something had happened when all of you were at Jimin’s house, he had assumed that as soon as Sahee came in from the balcony without you. He just hadn’t expected it would be something that weighed down on you so heavily you would snap at him not once but twice. Seungyoun has the feeling there was more to whatever Sahee said to you than what you relayed to him, but he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to ask now.
Seungyoun’s thumb hovers over your name. If he calls you now, what would you say to him? He’s desperate to know. It’s been clinging to him ever since he remembered what happened. A part of him doesn’t want to believe that you would really reject him. Even if he did make his move while wasted, that doesn’t mean you would suddenly stop liking him, right?
He groans, his head beginning to hurt with all the thoughts flying around in his head, and presses your name.
Immediately, the call screen pops up, and he presses his phone to his ear as the ringtone blares.
It only takes a few seconds before a robotic female voice rings into his ears. “Line busy. Would you like to leave a message?”
Seungyoun sighs, pressing the red button that will hang up the call. It’s probably better that you didn’t answer anyway. He slumps back against the couch.
“As long as you’re getting through it,”
Seungyoun lifts his head, watching Wooseok come in through the front door, phone to his ear.
“Yeah, I’m okay too. I just got home.”
Wooseok doesn’t seem to notice him, locking the door behind him and slipping off his shoes.
“Yeah, see you soon. Bye.” he chuckles, then adds, “Don’t worry, I will. Bye.”
Seungyoun stares at his groupmate, brows furrowing. Finally, Wooseok realizes that someone is there, and with a slight step back in surprise, lifts his brows.
“Oh, Seungyoun. I didn’t know you came back.”
“Yeah, I did this morning.” Seungyoun can’t keep the apprehensive expression off his face. “Who were you on the phone with?”
“Ah,” Wooseok pauses for a moment. “My mom.”
Seungyoun nods but doesn’t say anything. He’s not sure why, but there’s a cold tension in the air between them.
Wooseok begins pulling off his coat, continuing to talk. “She wanted to make sure I’m eating well, that’s all. And you know she doesn’t like to hang up easily.”
A smile cracks on Seungyoun’s lips. He does know that. Wooseok’s mom is notorious for making him late in the morning before schedules.
“There’s soup in the fridge. I had some earlier.” he says, pointing to the kitchen. “There’s some extra scallions I chopped up next to it too, you should add that.”
Wooseok nods, one corner of his lip barely lifting up. “Thanks. I’m gonna go shower. Text back Seungwoo-hyung, I don’t know if he’s coming back from his parents’ house tonight or not.”
Seungyoun nods. “Yeah, sure.”
Wooseok sets the things in his pockets on the counter and heads down the hall, presumably to the bathroom.
Seungyoun replies to the leader’s questioning text from last night as he hears the water start to run in the bathroom. He quickly goes back to the call list, a frown drawing together on his face. For some reason, he can’t get rid of the strange feeling in his chest. Something just seems off.
He presses your name again, pressing the speaker button so that the call just rings out loud.
It doesn’t cut off this time.
It rings and rings, and you don’t answer.
You don’t have a voicemail message, like most idols. It’s a way to try and prevent sasaengs from being sure that they have the right number when they call. All that comes out of the speaker is that same automated voice, asking Seungyoun if he’d like to leave a message after the beep.
Seungyoun’s eyes drift up to Wooseok’s phone, sitting flat on the counter across the room. He hesitates.
Then he shakes his head, shoving his own phone into his pocket. Seungyoun gets up and walks over to the kitchen, pulling the soup out of the fridge and pouring it into a pot to start heating it up.
-
“I really appreciate you meeting with me.”
You don’t bother matching the gaze of the girl in front of you, instead choosing to look out over the balcony of the bar you’re at. It’s a penthouse space on a moderately tall building near a few parks. The view isn’t bad, even at night.
“I can only stay for fifteen minutes,” you tell her, tapping your fingers on the table. You don’t explain why.
“Still,” Sahee says, her voice earnest. “I appreciate it.”
“What is it that you want to say to me?” you ask, getting straight to the point. You realize that you might be being excessively harsh in your word choice, but you’re tired after a long day of preparations for the comeback, and you don’t really want to be here. You only agreed to meet her because pretending like nothing ever happened was beginning to weigh on your conscience.
“I just want you to know what happened that night,” she says, becoming quieter. “After you left.”
Your jaw is tight. “I don’t really care to know.”
Sahee’s eyes flare. “Really? You know more than just me and Seungyoun are involved, right? Jimin and Vernon and Hyunggu were there too. Your friends. And Kim Wooseok.”
“I know who was there,” you reply bitterly.
“Then you should realize that it matters, what happened,” she snaps back. Then, after a moment of silence between you, Sahee settles back into her chair and seems to cool off. “Sorry.”
“Whatever,” you mutter.
“Seungyoun came back from looking for you drunk as fuck, crying, and wouldn’t explain what happened. He just kept trying to take shots even though Vernon was trying to stop him.” you cringe subtly at the thought, and Sahee seems to notice, her eyes narrowing. “Out of nowhere, he went off on me and Jimin, saying that it was all our faults, because I love him and because Jimin knew you and Seungyoun both had feelings for each other but never said anything to either one.”
You flinch. Seungyoun having feelings for you. You still don’t think it’s something you really believe.
“Anyway, the boys tried to stand up to him for Jimin and I, but Seungyoun was wasted out of his mind and having none of it. He tried to throw a punch at Vernon and broke like three glasses on the table.” Sahee shakes her head, sighing. “Wooseok grabbed him and I guess that calmed him down enough, but by that point Jimin was yelling at him and the owners were coming by to see what happened. It was a fucking disaster.”
Your eyes drift off to the view to your left again. “...Okay.”
“Okay?” Sahee repeats, sounding borderline astounded. “Don’t you feel any shame at all? He wouldn’t ever done this if you hadn’t-”
“If I hadn’t what?” you round on her, unable to hold in your frustration any longer. “What is wrong with you? You don’t know shit about me! You just keep interfering in my life and in Seungyoun’s life and in my friends’ too. It’s not my problem that you love him and he doesn’t love you, okay? It’s not my fucking problem!”
“I just don’t understand why you would give him up after all that time treating him like he was the love of your fucking life,” Sahee hisses. “You had the audacity to act all innocent when in reality you were just playing around with his feelings.”
“Don’t you think I felt that way too?” you exclaim, palms slamming onto the table. “Don’t you think I felt like he was playing around with my feelings? If it was as obvious as everyone is making it seem that I loved him, and he just let me think that he didn’t know and nobody else did either, while still doing things that made me feel like there was a chance he might love me back- don’t you think I felt like I was getting toyed with? I felt like my heart was breaking every time he said a word about our friendship, I felt like such an idiot because I could never move on. You think I’m the one who had the audacity to act a certain way? Don’t just throw all the blame on me because it’s easy!”
“I’m blaming you because it’s your fault,” Sahee emphasizes, and you let out a laugh of astonishment.
“You’re fucking delusional,” you tell her. “You should be embarrassed of yourself.”
“I don’t care what you think of me,” Sahee says, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair. “I just want you to answer Seungyoun so you can clear up the air about you not caring about him anymore.”
Your jaw drops, and another short laugh escapes your lips. Is she serious? “What, are you thinking he’ll suddenly fall in love with you if I tell him I’m not interested? Where did you get the idea that I don’t care about him anymore?”
Sahee doesn’t answer, seemingly stewing in her anger at you.
You shake your head, grabbing your bag and standing up. “I hope you stay healthy and find happiness, Sahee-ssi. Please never contact me again.”
You don’t stick around to hear if she says anything under her breath about you. You just leave, walking to the elevator and getting in alone, hearing the ding of twelve floors as you go down. You glance at your phone and see the notifications of two missed calls from earlier. Both Seungyoun. You sigh. You shut your phone off, and exit the building.
And you go back to pretending like nothing ever happened.
-
Wooseok thinks you look the prettiest when the sun strikes your face. He hasn’t been able to see you that way very often, because of the situations that the two of you have to meet up in. Always at night, or in dingy lighting in small restaurants that nobody really frequents. Nonetheless, the few times he has been able to see the way light shines across your skin and sets a fire in your eyes, he always thinks to himself that you look pretty.
Truthfully, he has always thought you were, even before the first time that he met you. Sure, Soohyun was the more active model and brand ambassador in your group, but you still appeared in your fair share of advertisements and TV shows. Wooseok had seen you around for a while before ever being introduced to you.
You’re smiling now, with a childlike innocence lacing your expression. Your fingers sift through the sand, and the breeze lifts your hair, curling it across your cheeks.
Wooseok feels something tug at his heart. He wants to tell you. How pretty you are. But your words from months ago ring in his head whenever he thinks about saying anything.
“Am I wrong for wanting him to say that I look pretty in a photo? I hear it often, but I just want to hear it from him.”
It won’t matter to you, whether he thinks you look one way or another. It’s Seungyoun who you want to hear those words from. He doesn’t want to confuse your heart any further. So he stays quiet.
“Isn’t the beach so nice?” you ask, looking over at him. Wooseok smiles back.
“It is,” he agrees.
You warned him that the two of you won’t be able to see each other for awhile after today. You were able to sneak out for the whole day thanks to your group members’ efforts, but going forward, you’d be far too busy with actual promotions to make time for Wooseok. Or anyone besides the group, for that matter.
Like the two of you had planned, you came back to Busan. Wooseok knows that you need it. He can feel the heaviness in your touch when you grab his hand, in your voice when you talk, and in your features when your expression changes. He thinks something else may have happened yesterday too, since you seemed especially weighed down when he met you at the bottom of your apartment building this morning. But he doesn’t want to bring it up for fear of upsetting you, not when you’re supposed to be relaxing.
“Thank you, Wooseok.” you say out of the blue, shuffling so that you’re lying down completely on the beach towel beneath you. You shut your eyes, a content smile resting on your lips.
“What for?” he asks, looking down at you. You open one eye to peek at him.
“For being there for me.”
Wooseok isn’t sure how to respond. “...You’re welcome.”
Your eye shuts again, and you stretch your arms out in front of you, the smile fading from your face. “I’m not a bother, right? You know you can tell me if I am.”
Wooseok frowns. “You’re not.”
“I’m just not sure I’m good enough for you.” you chuckle, but it sounds somewhat bitter. “Or anyone, for that matter.”
“Of course you are,” Wooseok replies simply, although his teeth tug at his bottom lip.
“Are you sure?”
He knows you’re somewhat insecure. It seems to permeate so many parts of your life. He just hates to confront it. It reminds him of the person he had been once, too.
“Y/N-ah,” Wooseok says gently. “I’m happy being with you.”
He worries for a moment, that he might have said too much. Not in terms of the number of words, but of what the words he did say reveal.
Your response is croaky. “I’m happy with you, too.”
Wooseok’s heart swells again.
How could he ever have imagined this? The first time you talked to him, he was cringing internally at how awkward and desperate you seemed. You were clinging to his groupmate’s every word and action, and it nearly made Wooseok feel sick.
But there was always something endearing about you. About the way you seemed to try so hard to see the good in others, and to live up to others’ expectations. You tried hard at everything.
Wooseok never thought he would come to care about you this much.
His mind drifts off when you go quiet again, the only sounds around him the soft rhythm of your breath, seagulls cawing, and the crash of waves against the shore.
He wonders, sometimes, if it’s fair for him to even feel this way. If what happened just over a week ago is anything to go off of, Seungyoun actually does love you. Wooseok had just never cared enough to notice, since his friend and group member never explicitly mentioned it. He doesn’t know the details on why Seungyoun kept his feelings to himself when it was so obvious that you felt strongly towards him, but evidently, the feelings are there. If he knew how Wooseok thinks about you, probably in the same way that he does, could they even maintain their friendship?
Wooseok glances down at you again. You look more peaceful now, maybe since he’s reassured you. Despite how obvious you had been about Seungyoun, he can’t tell what kind of feelings you harbor for him. He wants to believe they’re more than platonic, but then again, you never treat him like you’d treated Seungyoun.
He sighs, then lies down next to you, putting one arm under his head as he shuts his own eyes, letting the sun graze over his skin.
The wind is cool. The sun is hot. The ocean spray lightly lands on him, enough to feel good.
Your hand bumps into his. He thinks it’s an accident, until you lace your fingers through his.
“Thank you,” you repeat, sounding sleepy this time. Wooseok opens his eyes to turn his head in your direction. Your chest is rising and falling slowly, with the beat of drifting off to sleep.
He squeezes your hand in response.
-
It’s late at night when Wooseok finally returns to the dorm. Seungyoun hasn’t looked at the clock for a while- he’s just been on his phone, scrolling through social media.
Wooseok tries to be quiet when he comes in, but still ends up making enough noise to draw Seungyoun’s attention.
“Yah,” he calls quietly. “Where were you? We all had dinner together tonight. Seungwoo-hyung was hoping you’d make it.”
Wooseok takes a while to respond, only doing so once he has made it into the living room. He shakes off his hair, though Seungyoun isn’t sure why. “I just went to see a friend for the day. I’ll apologize to the kids and Seungwoo tomorrow.”
“Oh, who?” Seungyoun asks, trying to make casual conversation. He can’t help but feel that things have been stiff between him and Wooseok since whatever went on that night that he kissed you. He can’t remember how he got home or what happened after you drove away. He gets the feeling it was a lot to deal with for Wooseok.
Wooseok hesitates to answer. “Just… just someone.”
Seungyoun frowns, but doesn’t press it.
“I’m gonna go change,” Wooseok says, and heads down the hall.
“Do it quietly,” Seungyoun calls after him, hearing a Wooseok make noise of understanding following his words.
Seungyoun tries to go back to scrolling on his phone, but now he feels super awake again, and his awkward position on the couch isn’t helping. He turns his phone off and stretches out his limbs with a groan, standing up for the first time in hours. He makes his way over to the kitchen, opening the cupboard to find a glass so he can get some water.
Ding!
Seungyoun frowns, looking down at his phone, but he didn’t get any notifications.
He pulls a glass down from the cupboard and shuts the door, looking across the counter to where Wooseok’s phone is once again sitting face down on the counter.
Ding!
It goes off again, light peeking out from between the screen and the countertop.
Seungyoun shakes his head, knowing it’d be wrong to look at his groupmate’s phone. He walks over to the fridge, setting his glass under the water dispenser and letting it fill up.
Ding!
“What the hell,” Seungyoun grumbles, setting the glass down on the counter and walking over to Wooseok’s phone, flipping it over with the intention of just turning the ringer off.
He freezes as soon as he sees the screen.
Y/N-ah
oppa seriously you’re so lame…
why did you leave money in my jacket, i told you i would pay since i asked you to come >:|
oh well guess i have to see you again to give it back~~~!!!
Seungyoun stares until the screen fades to black, and all he can see is the reflection of his face, dark and blurry.
“Ah,” he says to himself, his voice barely there, just a hollow sound more than anything. “A friend.”
Ding!
The screen lights up again. Seungyoun’s eyes drift down to your name again, although the new notification is unrelated. He feels something tighten around his heart- something like a vine, or a rope, squeezing and tearing into him, clenching and binding in his chest. It starts to suffocate him, a stifling pain deep inside as he reads over your name in Wooseok’s phone again, as he reads the message, and understands exactly what it implies.
His head is spinning. It doesn’t feel real. He doesn’t want it to feel real.
Seungyoun’s fingers clench around the phone, and he finds his way to the unlock screen, typing in the password he’s seen Wooseok use a thousand times.
He lets out a bitter laugh once he sees what the background of his friend and groupmate’s home screen is.
What else could it be?
There you are. It’s a candid image- you’re wearing the pink coat that he remembers you buying about a year ago now. You’re not wearing makeup and he hates that that seems unfamiliar. You always seemed to want to look clean and dressed up whenever you were around him. Are you more comfortable with Wooseok? Your hair doesn’t look done either.
He wonders where exactly the two of you went today. Why Wooseok was gone from the early morning to the late night.
Seungyoun opens the photo gallery, a heavy feeling settling in the pit of his stomach.
Another short, astonished laugh leaves his lips.
“What are you doing?”
Wooseok’s voice rings out clearly, and he sounds a lot less friendly and quiet than before. Seungyoun glances over his shoulder, but can’t bring himself to make eye contact. He doesn’t answer, either, focused on the first image in Wooseok’s photos.
“Cho Seungyoun,” Wooseok says with a warning tone, and punctuates every word. “What are you doing?”
“I should ask you the same thing,” Seungyoun says sourly, finally turning around and holding up Wooseok’s phone. “What exactly were you doing with Y/N today? She’s ‘just someone’? She doesn’t look like ‘just someone’, if I had to guess-”
“Are you serious?” Wooseok’s face is cold as he cuts him off. “You’re looking through my phone?”
“That’s what you’re bringing up?” Seungyoun lets out a bemused puff of air.
“Yes,” Wooseok replies, walking forward and snatching the phone out of Seungyoun’s hand. “You should know better. It’s not your business.”
Seungyoun knows that he’s right, and that he can’t argue with whatever is on Wooseok’s phone not being his business. But it feels like his business, because you’re involved. He can’t help the snarl on his lips when he jabs a finger into Wooseok’s chest.
“What are you doing with Y/N? Taking her to the beach, taking couple pictures with her? What are you fucking doing?”
Wooseok laughs then, too. Shortly. “What does it matter to you?”
Seungyoun clenches his fists and talks through grit teeth. He’s never wanted to hit someone so badly. “What do you fucking mean by that?”
“You got too used to having Y/N give you all her love and never giving any back,” Wooseok bites out at him. “How is anyone supposed to believe that you actually care about her? What have you ever done that proves that you do? You just let her cling to you and adore you without being there for her. You let her destroy her own self-worth just because you didn’t have the courage to say that you loved her, even when you knew she felt the same way. So what does it matter to you, if I do all the things you never bothered to?”
After Wooseok finishes talking, there is nothing between them but empty space and empty noise and tension so thick it would take a sharp knife to cut through.
Seungyoun stares at Wooseok, feeling like in this moment, both of them are unrecognizable. He never intended to drag this many people into whatever was going on between the two of you. He never planned for it to become like this, where he and one of his closest friends are butting heads over you, fighting in a dorm where nine other people are sleeping. Nine people who rely on them.
It was always supposed to be just you and Seungyoun, until the moment when you would inevitably fall out of love with him and peacefully move on. Then it would just be Seungyoun.
Instead, it was you and Seungyoun, and Sahee, and Wooseok, and Jimin and Vernon and Hyunggu, and the members of your group, and the members of his, too. All of them had been affected.
“Fuck,” Seungyoun sobs, turning around to set his elbows on the counter so he can put his head in his hands, raking his fingers through his already messy hair. “Fuck. Fuck!”
“Seungyoun,” Wooseok says, but Seungyoun just shakes his head.
“Fuck,” he repeats, aching in pain, feeling his throat close up as tears well up in the corners of his eyes.
He feels a hand lightly land on his shoulder, giving him what he thinks is supposed to be a comforting pat. “Try not to stay up too late. I’m going to sleep. We can talk tomorrow.”
Seungyoun doesn’t reply. That only made it worse.
Once he has heard the door to Wooseok’s room shut, he crumples to the floor, trembling and crying, trying to muffle it all so that the younger members won’t wake up and hear him.
All he can think is why. Why did he do this? He did this to himself.
Seungyoun is still in love with you. And now, he will never have you.
synopsis: you’re an ordinary girl, with an ordinary life. but what happens when you catch the gang that is famous for keeping their deeds under the table, in action?
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a/n: mentions of drugs, so proceed with caution.
it’s weird, but something gravitated you towards the x1 necklace. you couldn’t explain what it was. maybe in the situation, you were in, you know, being kidnapped and all, that was the only thing you could think of. but it was only after your impulsive decision made you pick it up, that you looked up to the necks of the men that stood there. all but one adorned the same necklace that was in your grasp, and when you met the eyes of the owner, your heart dropped. piercing you with his gaze was yohan. “it’s mine,” he said, “follow me.” and before the others could disperse, yohan began to move away from the hall. his hands were shoved in his pockets and he started to briskly walk down a narrow hallway. you hurriedly followed, but you made sure you were two steps behind him. anything could happen, and frankly, you didn’t want to push any buttons. “my role in the group is the harvester.” you raised an eyebrow, “what does that mean?” yohan continued onward, till he reached a door. he opened it and walked in, leaving it wide open for you to follow. upon entering the room, your breath was caught in your throat.
the room is strangely warm and humid, but you understand why once yohan turns the light on. across the perimeter of the room are multiple long, wooden planters, growing marijuana. you scrunch your nose at the lingering scent of skunk in the room, but that doesn’t seem to faze yohan. “I see,” you tell him, shock holding you in place, while yohan slips the necklace back over his head, and sits on the ledge of a window on the other side of the room. he’s looking back at you, but he’s got a dazed look on his face. when you squint, you can see a red tint in the whites of his eyes, and you put two and two together: he’s stoned. “I grow the weed this gang sells, and I control who the weed goes to, and whatever. I also smoke the weed, but you already knew that right?” you gulped, suddenly hyper-aware of the situation. “I-I’ve never met a stoner before.” yohan stands to pull a lighter out of his back pocket, before reaching over on a nearby table to grab a joint. he places it between his teeth and lights the open end, till you see small fumes escaping his nostrils.
he’s approaching you, now, and you subconsciously move back once for every step he takes towards you until you feel the wall behind you. he’s close enough to where you can clearly see the red rim of his eyelids, and the dilation of his pupils. “stoner? I prefer the word... cannabis enthusiast. or I guess, that’s two words. anyhow, you chose to work with me.” he takes another hit on the joint, and offers it to you. you decline, putting your hand up and scrunching your nose in distaste. he shrugs before blowing the smoke out, white fumes moving at their own leisure. “your job is to help me harvest. it’s as simple as that. I deal with other substances besides weed, so I'll take care of that once you get the hang of harvesting these.” you comb a hand through your hair and nod. you chose this fate, and now you must deal with it. “I’ll teach you everything, don’t worry about it. for now, just relax. I’m high as shit right now so I can’t teach you properly. let’s start tomorrow.” he stuck the joint back in the mouth and patted your shoulder, only to walk out of the room. you stood, a shiver made its way down your spine despite the air in the room being thick from the humidity. you clenched your fists and muttered curses, heading out of the room.
