(ex) bf! cho seungyoun x gn! reader
angst, breakup au
wc: 3.3k
warnings: none that i know of
a/n: I MISS MY BABY AND I HAVEN'T WRITTEN ANY ANGST FOR HIM SO !
"Youn, baby, what time do you get off work?" You coo through the phone, smiling as you fixed your things. "I just got off mine, I was planning on asking you out if you'll be out early,"
"Ah..." Seungyoun sighs, and you instantly knew what it meant.
"Overtime again?" You smile drops, pouting. "I can't do anything about that, then," You press your lips to a thin line, stepping out of the company building to look at the sky. What a waste, the weather was perfect today.
"I'm sorry. I'll be home late again, so make sure you lock the door and sleep tight," You nod at no one in particular, humming in response.
"Just make sure you have your Saturday night free for me," You remind, and you hear him chuckle.
"Of course, that's our fourth year anniversary. Would miss anything for that night,"
"Okay, then. Get working," You smile again hearing his response, bidding goodbye. "I'm going home now, I'll just send you a text when I do. Please get some rest when you can, and don't overwork! Just work how much you're paid," You joke around, ending the call after you get a response.
Your smile still drops after you hear the call ending, though. It was such a beautiful night, neither cold or hot, streets weren't as crowded as weekend nights, and you were still on your best condition.
But that's alright. For Seungyoun, it was alright. You understand that he's doing a lot more work than usual due to employee promotion right at the corner.
Yet you can't help the feeling of another night of surging in the loneliness as you walk home, wind gushing right through your face. It wasn't cold nor hot, but it was chilly for you. You had another night to yourself, with no one to hold on to, and no one to lean on to.
The feeling worsens when you realize that because of the good weather, a lot more couples were walking around, lovey-dovey and touchy while being in their own world. You can be like that too. You know you could be like that too.
If only he had given you the same amount of attention he did with his work.
If only he had prioritized you as well. You're not asking for much, you don't even ask to prioritize you more than his work. Just as much as his work. Just as much as he promised you when he gave you a promise ring.
To make you happy in all ways.
So how could you be so down now for a few weeks straight already?
Look, you're not hanging on him like he's your lifeline-- but who would be okay with only seeing your live-in boyfriend when you're lucky you're still awake by the time he's home? Or lucky when you wake up before he does to go to work? Or when the world's upside down and he actually has a day off?
"So... he's not your boyfriend." And when you actually, finally, open this up to someone, your bestfriend Yibo, he hits you with his words so bluntly.
"What part did you miss, Yibo? He's your friend too," You roll your eyes, not getting into his sarcasm.
"He's basically just your roommate," He scoffs, putting his drink down.
"I, for sure, shouldn't have asked you to hang," You mumble, nibbling your fries.
"Well, I guess the night was too young and pretty to pass up on," He gets one of your fries and pops it into his mouth, "If this was going on for so long, how come you're only telling me now?"
"It was our problem, of course we had to solve it,"
"How come you're solving it alone then?" He points out, grit in his tone of voice, anxious to make you get his point. "You see, what's the point of having a boyfriend if your life is as is? It's literally just more problems, isn't it?"
"Yibo," You sternly call out, making him sigh and nod.
"Okay, fine," He tries to calm you down, "I just don't really get it, y/n. He's not doing you any better. You try to work it out, but he's not even there! So what's the point?" His ted talk was short, but critical to you. It was what you needed, his bluntness. He wasn't going to sugarcoat things for you, to be able to lift yourself up from drowning. "You're my friend, he's my friend. I want the best for the both of you and if it means being better all together or not, I am going to vote on that,"
You were both silent for a few minutes before a call breaks it, vibrating in your pocket. You take it out to look at the caller ID, showing it to him.
"I'll go to the washroom real quick, take that."
You sigh, smiling at him then at the phone, actually wondering if you answer it or not. Your thumb glides to answer it anyway, whipping the phone to your ear.
"Hey, baby," You hum, ever so sweetly.
"Oh hey love," Seungyoun calls you through the phone, hearing papers being tossed. "I was just wondering if you're home yet. You haven't texted,"
"Oh, right. Sorry, I asked Yibo to hang tonight. The weather was too nice to pass on," You took Yibo's words to say and repeat, shaking your head. "Sorry. I forgot to send you a text. Are you done with work?"
"I actually am, where are you? Maybe I can drop by and get you," The slightest hope was what keeps you going. What keeps you holding. The slightest efforts, the slightest trying to make it better. You smile, now a genuine one, propping up your seat as you see Yibo walking out of the washroom and back to the table.
"Wait for me there, I'll go there." You mumble, not wanting Yibo to hear it but he had elephant ears. You hear Seungyoun chuckle when he hears your excitement, mumbling a "Love you, stay safe." before ending the call.
"Come on," Yibo grunts, seeing your smile slowly go bigger and bigger. "Okay, whatever. But don't tell me I didn't talk to you about this,"
"I'll make sure to talk to him about this, too, Yibo. Don't worry! I'll get going now," You rush out of the table, side hugging him. "This is my treat!"
Walking to Seungyoun's company wasn't long, but you sure took your time. You've thought a lot on the walk, Yibo's words lingering in your mind.
"Hey baby," You shake your head to forget all about it just this night, seeing Seungyoun patiently waiting for you outside his company. You hop to his side, giving him a big warm hug.
"Baby," Seungyoun whispers as he burrows himself in the crook of your neck, finding home in your scent and warmth. "Missed you,"
"Missed me? We brushed each other this morning," You chuckle, breaking the hug to take a good look on his face. Initially, you were still up in offering a walk down the road, but the tired look on his face makes you rethink.
"Literally. Brushed. When I was leaving you just got out of bed," Seungyoun pouts, squinting at you. "Don't tell me you didn't miss me,"
"I bet I missed you more," You challenge, confidently raising your shoulders. He laughs wholeheartedly, taking you into his arms again with a sigh of contentment. You caress his back, melting into his arms. "Let's go home?" You feel him shake his head, staying a bit longer in your arms as you both stay like that in silence.
"Don't you wanna go for a walk? Or do you wanna go somewhere?"
See? It's the little things, little efforts that Seungyoun does to keep you on your toes. That keeps you from leaving. The little trying to be better for you. You smile, cupping his red cheeks. You stare a little longer, slowly shaking your head.
"It's fine, we can go home now. We're both tired," You try and assure him, thumb rubbing his cheeks to keep it warm.
" Did you have too much fun with Yibo? Should I get jealous?" Seungyoun makes you snort when his reply leaves his lips, pressing his cheeks together as he raises his eyebrows.
"Are you crazy? I literally left Yibo for you." It was true. The moment his call connected, you knew you were going to come running for him anyway. "Besides, I don't wanna tire you out when we can rest the night as early as we can, right?"
Seungyoun smiles as he gently places his palm over your cheeks as well, rubbing his thumbs over it.
"Okay." He finally agrees, walking hand in hand as you walk down the road to your humble abode. You spent the night cuddling and sleeping in each other's arms, or at least he did.
You were up all night rethinking all of Yibo's words, and Seungyoun's broken promises.
You shuffle around your sheets as you stretch around your bed, trying to find some warmth that your sheets can't give you. When you reach out beside you, it was already empty. You sigh. Like any other day.
When you look at your phone, you realize you've only been asleep for an hour and had some time to stare at the ceiling once again.
"Missed him," Like, literally both meanings of miss.
Do you even deserve any of this? You ask yourself for the nth time. It wasn't even since last night, or since Yibo talked to you. It was since the day you first felt so empty. The day you were alone, lonely, and empty, and Seungyoun wasn't there to console you, comfort you. And not that he wasn't able to, he just chose not to. Picking work over you, that god time whoever even invented overtime, he did it again.
Do you deserve sitting alone in the corner of your shared apartment, feeling alone, lonely, empty once again, even though there were signs of life of Seungyoun every inch of the apartment? Where there were hundreds of picture frames either hanging or standing ever so proudly on top of tables, pictures of when you were both still on your prime time?
Do you deserve crying, oh so god help you, exhausted and unaware of the time quickly passing through the whole day of your day off?
Did you deserve it?
"Baby, I'm home..." You hear Seungyoun enter the bedroom doors, shuffling to finally get in bed after a whole (and extra) day of working in his office. You quickly shut your eyes to pretend sleep, feeling him squat beside the bed on your side and look at you.
His warm palm rubs your cheeks that were red from all the crying wiping you did all day, noticing your puffed eyes also. He sighed, knowing that there was something going on again and you haven't had the leisure to share it with him. Of course, he was unaware that it was because of his absence due to work.
Because if you had a problem, you wouldn't mind sharing it with him anytime, right?
"I love you baby, good night." He whispers, landing a peck in your forehead and heading to the bathroom to wash himself up before actually diving into your warmth.
But for some reason, it was too cold for the both of you.
You, having to skip bedtime due to your muffled sobs, hopping out of bed to avoid waking Seungyoun up and continuing your breakdown in the dark living room. And Seungyoun, having to reach at the side of the bed to continuously find your warmth.
Only did he realize that there really was something wrong when you don't come back to the bed and he wakes up groggy because of it.
Until he has to leave. Again.
He watches you stir in your sleep on the couch, hesitating whether to wake you up or just carry you to the bed without having to wake you. He decides on the latter and thankfully, you were on your deep slumber (you weren't) that he didn't need to feel apologetic waking you accidentally.
He sighs as he drinks his morning coffee, watching the dark skies form dark clouds as it prepares to greet the sun. Maybe you were just finding the right time to share everything with him. Maybe that was it.
Until he continues to hear your helpless sobs outside the bedroom doors for a few more sleepless nights, and he knew it. He finally knew, he finally realized.
Of course it was about him. About the two of you. That's why you weren't able to share anything with him at all, and how you avoided him for a few nights already by having to sleep early or continue to sleep unbothered when he carries you from the couch to the bed.
Or hasn't it been always that way?
That when he arrives home, it is always too late in the night that you don't have any other choice but to sleep, because how can you wait for him when you have your work yourself too? That when he has to leave at literally dawn, of course, you were still sleeping soundly until he's gone?
Has it always been this way? Has he? Was he prioritizing things wrong? Is he doing something wrong?
Is there something wrong?
But the fact that you knew that he knew you were sobbing endlessly at night when he feigns sleep, the fact that you knew that he knew that he was leaning just at the other side of the door of the bedroom, waiting for your sobs to stop and leave when he has to leave, the fact that you knew he knew there was something wrong, but did nothing but avoid it and avoid talking about it and avoid you...
Finally, was your last straw.
And it was your fourth anniversary.
For the first time in ages, he's left his office desk while the sun was still there, peeking at the horizon while it prepares to go down, and he's hesitant of how the rest of the night will become.
You haven't talked to him after that night you cuddled each other, but he had to leave early again, as always, and the next night was your absolutely not first night of crying of the many.
He dropped by somewhere before he had no idea where he was headed next, because oh god he didn't even have the time to plan anything, and you haven't even texted or called or showed your face to hi pm the whole day.
Okay, home it was. At least he was positive that you were going to be there.
Both of you should be fine by now, right? You could at least talk it all out tonight, right? Make things right.
He fiddled with the velvety box he had tucked so deep in his pockets, heading home with a heavy chest and a sigh.
"Baby," He picks up a smile, removing his shoes and heading inside to find you, only to be welcomed with the coldest air he has ever felt in his life. His eyes wander around, feet busy to search every room for you, until you are both in the kitchen, meeting eye to eye.
You had a glass of water in your hand, puffy red eyes and dressed up. Oh, you weren't dolled up for a date. You were just... simply dressed up, like, about to leave.
"Y/n."
"Seungyoun, can we talk?" You try to pull a smile, which ends up being way worse than you could imagine as it immediately drops, sitting at the four seater dining table that felt so much longer and far away from Seungyoun.
Finally. A talk.
"Happy fourth year anniversary, baby." Seungyoun starts, trying to reach for your enclosed hand on top of the table but your hands timidly retreat before even falling for his warmth all over again. He feels discouraged and embarrassingly draws back as well, heaving a sigh as both of his hands intertwine in shame.
He knew what was coming and was afraid of it. It wasn't what he was expecting, if he could be in denial of it until his last breath, he will be.
Silence. there was nothing between you, no exchanged words but longing stares, enveloped in silence, and foreseen tension.
"Youn," You call out, but rather than his eyes staying at you, it goes down to his hands. He cannot see you like this. It breaks him how much it breaks you to even open the conversation up. "Youn..." You whine, tears already forming and quickly escaping your eyes in vain.
"Do we really have to talk about this now? Tonight? A special night?" He exasperatingly sighs, frowning and almost scowling at you, yet he still denies any eye contact.
"Would you even have any time for that? When you don't even have time to ask me if I'm okay?" You rebut, voice slightly raising. "I've been having sleepless nights, drowning myself in my own tears and my own thoughts every night you're soundly sleeping, and you don't even ask how I am?"
Exhaustion was evident in your eyes as you begged for an answer. Sobs were already heaving out of you, but it doesn't make him budge.
"Let's..." You sigh out, realizing he's not even putting up a fight. You ease the promise ring out of your finger, setting it gently on the table. "...stop whatever this is, Cho Seungyoun."
When you played around with your finger and got the ring out only did Seungyoun look at you in horror. He thought he could talk you out of this. He was doing all of this for you now, wasn't he? Wasn't he doing enough? Didn't he show you enough?
"I don't see any reason in staying, Seungyoun. If I said I'm sorry for leaving like this... then it wouldn't prove anything I thought and did for you so I'm not going to ask forgiveness at all." You have finally calmed down, but your tears haven't. It was falling continuously like a river, and you were too tired to even wipe it.
God knows how much Seungyoun wanted to wipe it off himself. The last thing he wanted, the thing he'd beat anyone to a pulp if you did- cry, was something he'd take to the grave. It would let him haunt himself through his remaining years because he did that.
How could he even?
"Baby..." He tried, a late cover up for all his shortcomings, finally giving up his ego and trying to reach for your hand. You let him, caressing your hands in desperation. You both cry in anguish, in pain. Like the both of you were set up in torture the next day.
You sob helplessly, letting your head drop to try and catch your breath to no avail.
"Baby please," He calls out, "Hmm?" Trying to convince you with a death grip and a smile, but you shake your head.
"I should go," You stand up, letting his hand fall to the table with a thud. When his hand met the table, he knew it indeed was the end. "I wish you the best, Youn. You've been great, we have been. It just fell short,"
He looks down in shame, letting his hand stay in place where you left it.
Because maybe, maybe you'd come back, right?
You will, right?
But when he realizes that he was waiting for nothing, hours passed and in the middle of his lonely, cold night, he wakes himself up in reality.
He's done you wrong, and you made the right decision leaving. You didn't deserve that, but did he?
He reaches for the envelope and the velvety box in his pocket, staring at it.
A promotion letter and a notice of increased pay, and of course, an engagement ring.
He now had everything he wanted- for him and for you. But at what cost?
➳ Characters: singer & songwriter!Seungyoun x female reader/you
➳ Genre: angst, heartbreak au, slice of life
➳ Words: 1.7k
➳ Warning: - (let me know if there are any!)
➳ A/N: I know this is my second angst WOODZ story and overall my third story with him, but I feel like angst really suits him because of his songs. Major inspiration for this was the mentioned songs at the beginning of each part and his Paris vlog. ❤️
Also, this is just a work of fiction, the Seungyoun in the story isn't the same as the Seungyoun in real life despite portraying him as a musician.
➳ Taglist: @dat-town, @s00buwu
Drowning
“Do you believe in loving someone forever?”
“I believe in it, but I don’t believe that it always means staying together forever. Love changes, its quantity, its quality, the way you love someone, and sometimes loving is letting go, sometimes loving is holding on.”
Seungyoun recalled your conversation with him, swimming into his unconscious, as he was looking out the window of his studio, wondering where you could be and what you could be doing. While he was stuck on the first chords of a new song, you might be finishing work, you might be doing grocery shopping, or you might be holding another man’s hand while walking under the blanket of freshly fallen snow.
The latter thought stirred up some ugly feeling inside of him, and as it was twisting, turning into something that resembled missed chances and gawking regret, he was drumming on the notebook with his fingers, trying to pacify his ever changing thoughts and contrasting feelings. One moment, he was absolutely losing his mind, the lack of your presence killing him from the inside, squeezing his heart and burning his lungs. A second later, he was raging, mad at you for leaving him behind, your usual ray of sunshine only bringing a cold shower on him ever since.
How could you leave him? How could you walk away from him while wishing the best for him, saying that he would be better off without you? You still loved him, you told him yourself, and he still loved you, so why couldn’t it be easier to stay?
“Believe me, it’s been really hard for me to come to this decision, but I can’t keep on doing this. As much as I love when we can spend time together, I can’t forget about the times we’re apart, and it’s been killing me,” you had told him with tears streaming down your face, and Seungyoun had felt himself tearing up.
He knew that he couldn’t ask you to understand the world he was living in with the messed up tour schedules, the nights spent in his studio whenever inspiration hit him, the irregular texts and cut off calls, sometimes being half a world apart and other times being snuggled up against his chest in your apartment, listening to the cacophony of his heartbeat. He knew that he couldn’t, and yet… wasn’t he trying his best, wasn’t he trying enough to make it work whenever you had the chance to be together?
Seungyoun was sitting there in his chair, windows closed, doors closed, heart closed, and felt like he was drowning. That feeling when someone was fighting for air when their lungs were on fire, that feeling when someone wanted to reach the surface of the safe and sound and the known, that feeling when gravity was pulling them downwards but they wanted to fight to stay upwards… he was feeling all of this, all at once, magnified by the serenity of the world around him. How could everything be so serene and picturesque when he was in the middle of a storm?
He grabbed the page of the notebook he was working on and tore it off. Then, he crumpled it and threw it into the trash bin, becoming yet another victim of his lack of inspiration. More precisely, his overwhelming frustration. One paper followed another, and just like the snowdrops that were accumulating on the ground outside of the building, his crumpled pages were soon piled up and covering one another.
He wished he could just hide under them forever.
Picasso
“Where do you take inspiration from?”
“I take inspiration from everything, basically. It can be a movie, a quote that popped up on my social media one day, a couple I saw strolling on the streets or my own feelings that I’m trying to decipher.”
Even if Seungyoun was going through one of the most transformative phases of his life, inspiration just didn’t come to him. Whenever he tried to pick up a pen and write a few lines of lyrics, he got stuck and it made him so mad that he immediately crumpled the paper and threw it out. Whenever he tried to go back to an old song of his, he just wasn’t feeling it anymore, so no more words were written for them either.
So after two months of not being able to start or finish any song, let alone continue writing a song about how good it felt to be in love when he was the furthest from that feeling, he decided to have a little change of scenery, and booked himself an impromptu trip to Paris. He hoped that it would help to be away from the city he knew all too well, from the streets where he used to stroll with you, from the cafés where you used to sit. He hoped that by going somewhere far away, he would stop thinking about you, and how much he missed you, and how much he wished he could turn back time because he knew he had been at fault, too. He couldn’t just continue blaming only you. It would have been easier, of course, but now he was trying to see things from your perspective instead of his own, and he started to realise where it had gone wrong.
So off he went. He had been to Paris a few times before for concerts, but he had never stayed too long. This time though, he didn’t buy a return ticket, he just went. As he was sitting in a café, slurping on a way too hot espresso, he suddenly remembered that you used to say that you would love to visit Paris one day, but it had never worked out when he had been touring there.
“Sitting in a place that we would have wanted to visit together alone…” Seungyoun mumbled to himself, watching the city wrapped up in its rain coat, sunshine hardly peaking through the clouds, his heart shivering with the cold temperature.
Then, he grabbed a pen from his bag and got out his notebook, quickly scribbling down the sentence he had just said out loud. Then another and another… He stopped to take a few more sips from his coffee, but he kept going, feeling this surge of energy going through his body, his brain working super fast, his hands even faster. He wasn’t even thinking about the words anymore, he just kept going with his feelings, and they took him to his first song in months. His first, finished song in months about how you could turn his pain into art, and how he wished he weren’t your muse.
Raindrops accumulated in a pebble under his feet while working, but Seungyoun didn’t care. Even though winter never seemed to last as long as the last one did, now, he felt like spring was oozing out from underneath him, and he yearned for the change of scenery, for the change of weather, for the change of his feelings.
Even if it meant that he had to write all of his feelings into songs to get over you, he wanted to keep going. He would have even run through a burning building for you, so what were a few songs?
He wished he could get lost in them forever.
Happy For You
“Why did you title your new album ‘Journey of Heartbreak’?”
“It’s because I’ve realised that heartbreak isn’t like happiness. You can’t just accept it and feel it, and then move on. Heartbreak is a journey, and even acceptance is difficult, moving on is even more so. Overcoming heartbreak can be a few days for some people, but I think more people need many many more days to overcome it.”
“What’s your favourite song on the album?”
“ ‘Happy For You’. It’s the last song on the album, and it’s about wishing someone happiness even though you ended things. It’s about realising that there comes a time when you’re happy for them, and don’t wish anything bad on them.”
“Your fans absolutely love the new album, and the critics praise the clever structure of it, the songs corresponding to the phases of heartbreak. There’s just one question on everyone’s mind after all this: was this album inspired by your own love life, or was it just inspiration from many other things?”
“Well, I will leave that up to everyone’s interpretations.”
As much as Seungyoun struggled to come up with any song after your break-up, the album was put together in merely three months from the first song to the showcase stage. Once he got started on it, he couldn’t stop. It seemed like he had an awful lot to say that had been weighing down on him, and with his forever companions - music sheets and notebooks -, he got them off his chest. One by one, he went through regret, disappointment, fury, guilt, acceptance and even happiness.
He put the songs on the album in the same order he wrote them, that’s why ‘Happy For You’ concluded it. Because when he once saw your smiling picture on social media, announcing that you were promoted at work and had the chance to relocate, he was happy for you. He truly was. On top of that, he also knew that you had previously turned down another relocation offer because you had wanted to stay in Seoul for him. Something that he could never promise you was to stay in one place, yet you were willing to do the same thing for him.
You deserved it, you deserved it so much that he really hoped that you would meet someone new there, and have the life that you always wanted to have.
And right then and there, he realised that he didn’t wish to be a part of it, not anymore, he was fine with being a memory instead.
A/N: Thank you so much for reading my story! I hope you enjoyed it. Let me know what you think in the comments or as reblogs. I always read them and react to them. 🥰
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"seungyoun i swear to god, do not skip that song. i will kill you" you glared at his hand hovering over the skip button. he froze, unsure of what you would do if he actually skipped the song.
"y/n" he started carefully, "its ippeo ippeo"
"exactly. you sound cute" you grinned innocently, a complete 180 change in demeanour from a second ago.
"please, please let me skip it" he whined as he heard his own voice sound out.
"no way!" you dove towards him in a desperate attempt to stop him from skipping it. "seungyoun dont you dare!"
"its my phone!" he argued, moving to stand so he could make a break for it.
"so?! im listening to it" you jumped onto him, forcing him to drop the phone on the bed behind him in order to catch you. with a cheeky grin you grabbed the phone, holding it out of his reach.
"let it play, younie" you pouted, "let me listen to it once or ill put it on repeat for hours"
he gasped, "you wouldnt"
"of course i would!"
"youre lying!" he declared, shifting his hold so he could reach for the phone
"I don't lie" you stated, defiantly, before being faced with his doubtful look. ".. okay, maybe I do but thats besides the point!"
"is it?"
suddenly the song finished. "seungyoun! you talked over the whole thing"
he only laughed, the sweet laughter you loved so much and couldn't help to join in. the two of you fell back onto the bed, cuddled up against each other contently.
Member : X1 hyung line (Seungwoo, Seungyoun, Wooseok, Yohan, Hangyul)
Genre : Fluff/Smut
Note : I finally start writing after a long time!!! This is like the longest I've ever written😂
Warning : Well there's not exactly a warning but hey it's a smut so...
You were really close to the X1 members, especially the hyung line because you were their manager.
On Sunday morning, they asked you and the other managers to come over to play some games together as they were bored and out of things to do since they've been in quarantined for almost a year.
15 of you, 11 X1 members + you and 3 other managers, played various types of games, from board games to video games to simple games the whole day, having breakfast, lunch and dinner in between. It was close to night time so the other 3 managers had to leave for some work/home so you're the only manager who stayed to take care of them. The maknae line had already went to bed as they had school the next day.
You're left with the hyung line so you suggest they go to sleep early so that you can head home to rest. But they have something else in mind...
"Let's play one last juicy game before you go..." Seungwoo suggested.
"Juicy...?" you questioned
"Okay then let's play truth or dare!" Seungyoun said.
So the remaining 6 of you played a round of truth or dare, you know it's always save to pick truth because who know what dares they'll make you do.
"Y/N's turn! Truth or dare?" Wooseok asked.
"Why do you even bother asking...she always chooses truth" Yohan said sarcastically and that made you feel challenged.
"Says who? Dare!" you said.
"Fell right into our trap!" you heard Seungwoo whisper.
"Trap? What do you mean?" you ask him.
"So, we have a dare for you but we can't do it here" Seungyoun explained.
"Oh boy, what crazy things are they gonna ask you to do now" you thought.
"Okay so where should we do it?" you asked.
"Your house" Wooseok answered.
"My house...? Why?" you ask.
"You'll see" Yohan smirked and in a flash the 6 six you sat in the car and head off to your house.
"Woah this house is huge...You live here all alone?" Hangyul said amazed when you arrived.
You turned to answer him but something about him makes you feel butterflies. You've had this huge crush on him ever since you saw him at Music Bank when he first debuted in IM, you didn't dare to approach him that time so you were over the moon when you heard that you were in charge of X1, the group that Hangyul newly debuted in. Sure, the other member's visuals were stunning too but somehow there's only Hangyul in your eyes. He was the shy type so you never really gotten a chance to really talk to him, especially because the other members would be swarming with questions to ask you or stories to tell you before you can even say "Hi" to him. You stood there staring at him until he turned around to look at you, catching you off guard. The both of you turned away from each other, embarrassed.
"Yeah, my parents left this for me before they passed away" you answered.
"Ohh I'm sorry, I didn't mean too..." Hangyul apologized.
"That's okay...I'm used to it now" you answered and opened the door to let them in.
They explored the house with amazement. There's 10 rooms, 7 toilets, 3 kitchens (one for upstairs, two for downstairs) and a lot of living room space.
"I'm glad we decided to come here, its perfect for the dare" Yohan said.
"So what's the dare?" you asked when everyone's done exploring.
"We've been eyeing you since the first day..." Seungyoun said.
"And we figured you'll be the perfect fuck toy for us..." Seungwoo continued.
"WHAT?!" you said shocked.
"Don't be so surprised... You'll love it" Wooseok said.
You were speechless but before you can say anything Seungwoo cut in.
"Let's start slowly, we have the whole night after all... So choose one of us to start it off" Seungwoo looked at you.
You thought for a moment and you really didn't want to do it but since its a dare you have no choice.
"Okay...Hangyul" you said.
He looked surprised when you said his name, he didn't expect you to choose him at all.
"Ughh fine... Go pick a room and start doing whatever you're supposed to do" Wooseok said.
You pulled Hangyul into the biggest room (two king sizes bed side by side and a huge toilet). The two of you awkwardly sat on the bed while the other 4 watched TV and played whatever video games there is at your house. He looked somehow nervous and scared.
"You don't have to do this if you don't want to you know?" you said looking at him.
"How? They're gonna notice if we fake it" he said turning to you but turning away when he realize you were staring at him.
"Okay then, we can get to know each other first? How about that?" you suggest.
"HEY! You guys better start ASAP! There's like 4 of us waiting" Seungwoo knocked on the door and said.
You looked down, you really didn't want to do this, the only reason you chose Hangyul is because you wanted to get to know him a little more.
"You don't want to do this do you?" Hangyul said noticing your facial expressions.
"Not really..." you answered.
Silence filled the room.
"I like you" he suddenly blurted out.
You look at him surprised.
"For a very long time... I first saw you at Music Bank when you were in charge of Wanna One, since then I couldn't take my mind off you" he confessed.
"Me too" you decided to confess.
"What?" he said.
"I first saw you then too, you have no idea how excited I was to be in charge of taking care of X1" you said.
"Well yeah who wouldn't be? There's so many handsome people here, except for me, I look hideous" he said.
"No silly...I was excited because you were in this group, I actually had this huge one-sided crush on you since that time I first saw you and please do not call yourself hideous, you're perfect" you said and you could've sworn you saw a small smile and a slight blush on his face when you said that.
"It's not one-sided you know..." he said.
"Well I know now..." you said wiggling your eyebrows making him burst into a small laugh.
"I hear you're not doing anything" Seungyoun said knocking on the door.
"Ohh and we'll switch after an hour so hurry up, you know what happens if you don't do it right?" he added.
"Can we, I mean can I? No..." Hangyul stuttered.
Something went over you and you smash your lips to his, leaving him shocked and frozen. He didn't budge at first but you didn't care and continued kissing him. Soon after, he kissed you back pulling you closer to him. The kiss was sweet and soft, exactly what Hangyul is. Both of you pulled away, trying to catch your breaths.
"I'm sorry! I don't know what came over m-" he kissed you again before you can even finish your sentence.
"Can you take care of this?" he ask pointing to his bulge.
"I'll be delighted to" you said and he quickly pulled his pants and boxers off revealing his huge cock.
"I..." you stammered.
"It's huge I know... Think you can make it?" he said worriedly.
You didn't waste a second and started stroking and sucking on his huge hardening length, making him moan at the sudden touch. He took off his shirt and leaned back using both his hands for support, giving you more space. You kept sucking and licking, massaging his balls with your free hand. He was a moaning mess, sweat running down his body, he looked even hotter and sexier from your point of view. He gripped the sheets tighter as he was almost there. After a few more sucking and licking he finally cummed in your mouth making you cough but you still swallowed it.
"I'm sorry are you okay, that was a lot wasn't it?" he said embarrassed.
"I'm fine, but I do get something in return don't I?" you said.
"Of course, but can we skip the foreplay? We only have 45 minutes left" he said.
"Impatient huh? Fine by me" you answered and he wasted no second to quickly pull all your clothes off.
As soon as he pulled you bra and panty off, he started sucking on one of your nipples and massaging the other, taking you by surprised. He's been doing it for about 3 minutes, switching sides every now and then with you playing with his hair.
"Gyul... I thought you said no foreplay?" you said.
"Sorry I can't help it, I wanna taste every inch of you before they do" he pouted.
"Well even after they fuck me, I'm still all yours..." you said tousling his hair.
"But still! I wanna be the first one" he pouted cutely again.
"Alright alright" you chuckled at his cuteness.
After another minute or so of sucking your boobs, he lays you down and starting licking the outside of your clit making you slightly moan. He smirked and started licking your clit harsher and sucking harshly. Your moans just got louder as he stuck not one but two fingers in and started thrusting in and out, curling his fingers while sucking harsh on your clit. The moment he added another finger and thrusting it faster and harsher than before, it became too much to handle. You felt like screaming because it hurt too much but you can't bring yourself to stop him because the pleasure was too good to be true. Without warning you cummed all over, and he licked every single bit of cum left on your pussy. You wiped the remaining cum on his lips, trying to catch your breath.
"You okay?" he asked to which you nodded in response.
You climbed on top of him and sunk down, slowly moving your hips to make sure his length is fully in you. It took a moment for you to adjust, in that short moment, he took both your hands and placed it on his chest, then he guide your hands slowly down till his abs, making sure you touch every inch of it. "This is all yours" he whispered sending shivers down your spine. You started gently rocking your hips, he gripped your butt cheeks, squeezing and slapping it. You soon got the hang of it and sped up the pace, both of you moaning because of the pleasure. He started pounding upwards and you started grinding down on him, both wanting to feel each other more. But soon enough, your orgasm got onto you, the pleasure was so overwhelming, you forgot to tell him that you were close and squirted all over his cock. "Wow I didn't expect you to squirt" he said looking down at the juices you released. "Oops sorry" you said embarrassed but he didn't seem to mind at all.
He took you off him, laying you down, licking the cum that you squirt till there's nothing left. He slowly inserted his humongous dick into you making you winced from the size. After checking that you're okay, he slowly thrusted in and out of you. It's the most careful he's ever been as he didn't wanted to hurt you. It's the 2nd time he's entering you but it still hurt a lot but after a few thrust, it eventually felt so good. He started thrusting faster and faster after seeing your relaxed expression, hitting every spot perfectly. Your boobs was shaking uncontrollably as he went extremely fast, determined to make you cum. The room was filled with skin slapping and moaning noises. You grip on tighter to the sheets as you were close to your 2nd cum.
"I'm close... Please don't stop..." you begged.
And luckily for you he didn't. After 3 more thrust you squirt all over but he still didn't stop. He kept thrusting and thrusting, overstimulating you until he was almost there. He was going to take it out and cum elsewhere but you wanted him to keep going.
"Hangyul, just cum inside me, its okay" you stopped him.
Hearing this, he immediately spill everything inside of you, so much, you can feel it filling you up and some spilling out of you. He took his time catching his breath, and laid on top of you hugging you tight, still not taking his length out. He didn't want to, but he also doesn't have any strength to go on.
"You okay?" you asked wiping the sweat off his face.
"Tired but extremely good..." he replied.
"I'm glad my first time was with you" you said.
"You're lying about your first time aren't you?" he said still hugging you.
"I'm not, it really was my first, was I okay?" you asked.
"Okay? You were amazing, I can never get over how you sucked my cock so good like that" he answered.
"You were amazing too... Guess you had lots of experience huh?" you said.
"I was? Not bad for a first time I guess... Wish I could've done better though" he said.
"Wait... It's your first time?" you ask.
"Duhh... I don't have time to date or have a one night stand with a stranger, nor do I want to" he said.
"So why did you do it with me?" you ask.
"To tell you the truth, I was hesitant at first, and I didn't agree to it because well, you are our manager after all. But I didn't want to lose to them as well" he explained, turning to lie to the side, his cock still not leaving your pussy.
Pulling you closer, he continued "but I was willing to do it because it was you, if it was other girls, I would've never done it"
"Liar... there's so many other pretty girls out there" you teased.
"I'm not lying" he said kissing your forehead.
"Thank you" you said pecking his lips.
"For what?" he asked.
"For liking me and being my first for everything" you said.
"I love you, you know that right" he suddenly blurted out making you blush, breaking eye contact with him.
"What are you shy?" he teased.
"No I'm no-" he cuts you off by tickling you.
The two of you spend the remaining 5 minutes talking, laughing, sharing the weirdest stories, and it so amazing how both of you just clicks whether its having sex or not.
"Alright times up, its our turn" Seungwoo interrupted.
You turn to take a look at Hangyul and he does not look pleased but you had to comfort him somehow.
"Hey, don't worry, no one is gonna be better than you and its only gonna take 4 hours, which may seems long but I'll be back before you know it! Okay?" you said giving him a few kisses in the middle.
"Actually we just decided to fuck you all at once and it'll only take an hour because 4 hours is way too long" Seungwoo said.
"We includes me too right?" Hangyul asked almost immediately.
"Yeah yeah whatever" Seungwoo replied.
"Even better! You'll be here so there's nothing to worry about okay?" you said hugging him tight.
"I'm okay, I'm just scared they'll be too harsh on you and hurt you" he said with a pout.
"Well if they're too harsh, then you can stop them for me, how does that sound?" you said and he nodded in response, hugging you close, not wanting to let you go.
Soon later, all of them came in the room naked and prepared, ready to wreck you.
Hangyul slowly pulled away from you as you winced from the sudden emptiness.
"My baby is fully stretched I see" Seungyoun said flicking your clit making you startled.
"So, who's cock do you want into your holes first?" Seungwoo said.
"Anyone is fine" you answered.
So they played a short game to decide who goes first.
Order : Yohan, Hangyul, Wooseok, Seungyoun, Seungwoo
Yohan pumped his cock a few times before you climed on top of him and slowly sat down to fit his length, his was not as big as Hangyul's one but it was still big. You gently rocked your hips to make sure that Yohan was fully inside you. You leaned forward to let Hangyul enter your 2nd hole. He gripped your hips and slowly entered you but stopped when you winced. "I'm okay, just keep going" you assured him. All 3 of you took a second to adjust to the new feeling. Yohan and Hangyul thrusted in perfect rhythm, when Yohan was thrusting in, Hangyul thrusted out, your body felt so full. Hangyul pulled you up to play with your nipple while Yohan played with the other nipple.
"You okay?" Hangyul whispered sending shivers to your body. You answered by nodding, eyes closed.
"Gyuliee can you please go a little faster?" you begged.
"Are you sure you can handle it?" he asked worried.
"Don't worry" you said.
They both started going faster. This time Yohan groped both of your boobs while Hangyul stretched your clit with his fingers. You were practically screaming but didn't care anymore if you were loud, all that was in your mind was how their cocks both fit perfectly into you and how good both of them made you feel. You grinded more and more into them and they pounded more and more into you. You didn't want them to stop, the pleasure was too good, you tried to fight your orgasm back but your body wouldn't let you and you eventually squirted all over. Yohan looked panicked, he needed somewhere to spill but you're still on top of him. "It's okay, you can spill in her" you heard Hangyul said startling you. Yohan was hesitant but he couldn't really hold it in anymore and cummed inside you. Hangyul pulled out of you and pulled you off of Yohan, putting his length back in your pussy to spill his seeds in you for the 2nd time.
You tried catching your breath but the other 3 boys wouldn't let you, Wooseok basically shoved his cock into your mouth, gripping your hair and started fucking your mouth. You couldn't even move, tears running down your face, he was very harsh, you were gagging but he didn't care. Seungyoun and Seungwoo grabbed your hands and made you stroke their cock. "Suck bitch" Wooseok said finally letting go of your hair. You started sucking, licking and softly biting his cock, both your hands still stroking, pulling and twisting Seungwoo and Seungyoun's cocks. You can feel Hangyul hugging you from behind, one hand pinching and playing with your nipples, the other hand lightly tapping your pussy to make sure that you're not in big pain before slowly inserting his fingers, moving his fingers in and out, curling them inside you. Wooseok then again grabbed your hair, fucking your throat, making you gag and making him cum. "Swallow" he command and you did.
Seungyoun laid down on the bed, pulling you to lie on top of him and inserting his length into your 2nd hole. You didn't have any strength or energy left due to the amount of orgasm you've already released but they're still not done with whatever they planned. Wooseok entered your clit soon after and they started pounding hard. It wasn't exactly the perfect rhythm, it was more like them doing whatever they want. "That's my good pretty girl" Seungyoun said groping your shaking boobs, squishing it, twisting and pinching your nipples. They were pounding so hard you felt like your bones were gonna break. Wooseok was the first one to cum, he took his cock out, pumped it a few times before squirting everything on your belly. Seungyoun on the other hand was still abusing your 2nd hole when Wooseok left your exposed reddish vagina. After a few minutes, Seungyoun carried you up off him and squirted in Wooseok's mouth, as per his request.
The other four boys left to wash up, leaving you alone with Seungwoo. He was the only and last one that hasn't went into you yet so he laid you down, head facing the pillows. He grabbed both your hands and put them behind your back and started to pound into your 2nd hole without even caring how much pain you were feeling at the time. He used his free hand to finger your bruised pussy. It was 3 fingers at once, the pain was almost unbearable. "Seungwoo please stop... It hurts..." you begged but he didn't seem to care. After he a few more thrusts, he stopped. You thought it was over but he turned you around and made you ride him. You tried resisting with all your might but he was too strong. Before you know it he was gripping your hips tightly, pounding into you like an animal again, even harsher than before. "Swoo please, it hurts so much" you cried. "What? You gladly take all their cocks but you wouldn't take mine?" he said. "I would take yours if you just gave me a break" you said, tears rolling down your face. "Fuck toys don't have breaks" he roared and pounded harder, making you bounce up and down. Your whole body just gave up at this point, tears streaming down your face nonstop, praying for Hangyul to finish washing up so that he can somehow stop Seungwoo.
Fortunately, Hangyul came out of the bathroom just in time. He was shocked to see you cry, he knew he had to do stop Seungwoo before you got even more hurt. "Gyul..." you cried with the little strength you have left. With all his might, he pulled you up from Seungwoo, hugging you tightly in his arms. You felt a rush of emotions and tears flew out uncontrollably, it was unexplainable, painful, but you were also glad that Hangyul was there by your side no matter what. You heard Seungwoo grunt and curse, leaving the room. "It's okay... You're save with me now bub" you heard Hangyul say. Hangyul helped you to clean up, and dressed you in comfy clothes.
"Does it still hurts?" he laid you down on the bed hugging you softly, you nodded, still unable to speak.
"Don't worry about anything and sleep okay? I'll be by your side the whole night" he assured, caressing your hair, making you fall asleep.
Tiredness wash over you, falling asleep in his arms, peacefully.
The next morning
Hangyul woke up first, staring at you, slowly running his fingers through your hair and face, touching each of your facial features softly and carefully. He smiled at how cute you were when you were sleeping. He moved to grab his phone, accidentally waking you.
"Hangyul?" you said half awake.
"Sleep more, you must've been tired" he said hushing you back to sleep.
"Thank you" you said hiding your head at the crook of his neck.
"Anything for my baby" he lightly kissed your forehead.
"What?" you said looking up at him.
"Am I wrong? You're mine" he said smiling softly.
"Well if I'm yours then you're mine!" you said.
"Of course I am" he chuckled, patting you back to sleep like a baby.
"What do you wanna eat later? I can cook anything you know" he said.
"Anything is fine, but don't go till I wake up" you pouted.
"I won't... I'll be right here so you don't have to worry okay" he said.
You nodded and went back to sleep.
I'm sorry if this sucks 😭 I wanted to end it sweetly and Hangyul here is such a sweetheart 🥺 also I'm terribly sorry for making Seungwoo the "villain" I just felt that Seungwoo is the perfect role for it...
You knew he would be the perfect boyfriend long before he was one. It was obvious with the way he spoke with affection lacing his words, the way his eyes would shine and held nothing but love. How gentle his touches were and how he remembered the smallest of details and would pay attention.
His little acts of kindness that would leave anyone with a racing heart like how he would walk on the side of the road, how he would wait if you stopped to tie your laces. If he bought something to eat or drink, he would buy for two people. Little actions that he deemed as nothing but definitely meant that he cared.
Who wouldn't feel special if Minhee treated them like that. He was so much more than a tall and handsome guy. Listening to your rants and troubles and being a shoulder to cry on. Your anchor, when you would float up high in the air and your saviour when you would be drowning in your sorrows. He was everything you wished for and more.
But the day he happily skipped towards you with a smile that you loved so much and would look forward to everyday, you felt everything crash down when he excitedly told you about someone special in his life. A different type of special than you... someone you wished you could be.
You couldn't do anything except suck it in and put on a bright facade, joining him in his happiness and being supportive, congratulating him with a fake smile you forcefully mustered. He was someone who could see right through you but maybe because he was blinded by happiness, he wasn't able to look past your feigned smile.
As days passed by, you saw less and less of him. It started with date nights, then replacing you with her as his project partner, missing your weekly movie nights... slowly but surely you saw her completely replacing you. His jacket you would once wear would now be around her shoulders. His attention that would once would be always on you now knew nothing but her. All the things you and Minhee would do, he did them with her. He looked genuinely happy and there would always be a glow around him whenever he was with her and who were you to take it all away from him... now that you weren't even best friends... just strangers.
[no more powerful a weapon] For as long as Junho has the mind to remember, fire has only ever done one thing.
Take.
He has no memory of parents, only the vague idea that he had to have at least one, but he knows fire is what took them from him. It isn't too hard to come to that conclusion when his first memory is being surrounded by a cradle of cinders and flame.
Fire took his childhood. Were it not for what burns in his chest, at the tips of his fingers, no one would have any interest in him. No one would conduct tests and experiments on him and the fire he makes. Just a boy, he'd be. Just a boy.
Take, take, take.
Even the one person he had ever felt genuine warmth for -- fire took them away. An observer who only ever greeted him with smiles and sweet hellos, who treated him with nothing but kindness, they never came back after Junho accidentally seared their skin with a fire he couldn't control bursting from his heart.
Sometimes, when he closes his eyes, he sees their face. The way their skin bubbled like fucking soup.
The fear in their eyes.
Junho hasn't slept well in a long time.
He hears someone yelling in the hall outside before he hears the sirens.
"Code black. Repeat. Code black. All units to the east wing."
But the warnings and the sirens don't last for long. They disappear after only a minute or so, but the panicked noises outside don't stop. In fact, they seem to get worse as they sound off farther and farther away from Junho's room, assumingly rushing to the east wing.
The siren isn't the only thing that stops, though.
Around his neck, the metal collar that hinders his fire when the guards aren't around to subdue him falls silent. Something clicks, and Junho feels heat curl in his lungs.
Perhaps it's the chaos. Perhaps he's just tired and hallucinating.
Junho stands from his bed and looks at the door of his room, white and heavy and impenetrable by strength alone. Fire ignites in his left palm, and he brings his hand up to watch the flame dance between his fingers.
"Are you going to be useful for once?" he whispers.
It doesn't answer, but the door blasts open from a burst of heat Junho can't even feel, and soon enough, fire is the only thing he can see.
He doesn't hear the screams of anyone else. He doesn't flinch as he walks through halls engulfed in flame.
These walls have held him in for so long. They deserve to burn.
Junho doesn't even know where he's going until he stumbles into a room unlike the rest of the building. It's an ornate office, decorated with things like period paintings and plush furniture. Modern chandeliers and grey stone walls instead of the usual white.
He burns it all.
The abandoned desk at the epicenter of the room is sprawled over with papers, all depicting a dark, almost shapeless silhouette. Junho doesn't understand exactly why, but he picks up one of the pictures. It catches flame almost immediately in his hand, though not before he takes in the image of the shadow. Blurry and undefined, it stares back at Junho before the paper burns to ash and flutters away through the smoke-filled air.
Junho holds no curiosity for anything or anyone within this place. He only follows the flame until it leads him where he yearns to go.
“Wait up, will you!?” you heard a scream chasing you as you almost tripped over your feet trying to climb the stairs to the small café entrance. You stopped right before entering, allowing the footsteps behind you to catch up. The man stopped right at the bottom of the stairs panting heavily. He shoot you a comedically irritated glare as you chuckled out loud.
“For someone who’s working out, you don’t have so much stamina Seungyoun”
“Yah! We’ve been basically running ever since the bus stop! Where did you get that much energy from anyway?!” he half screamed, half whined back at you, still trying to catch his breath.
“It’s… a special occasion today” you smiled to yourself, avoiding his eyes.
“Like you’ve never met the guys before, c’mon y/n” he exhaled as he climbed the steps. He stood there for a second and observed you from head to toe. He smiled softly at you.
“What, is there something wrong with my face?” you cupped your cheeks with your hands. He snickered for a second. Instead of answering your question, he just reached for your face slowly, making you think he was going to fix something, only for him to quickly ruffle your hair playfully, messing it a little bit.
“Gotcha!” he yelled, violently opened the door to the café as he tried to escape from your late realization that your hair was now somehow ruined.
“What the- !!! YA, CHO SEUNGYOUN” you chased him inside.
Walking in, your eyes frantically tried to find Seungyoun, so you could punch him a little bit before he had found his friends. A loud yelp from your right side guided your eyes to a table with two men trying to catch a third trying to hide behind them. You scoffed as you walked towards them.
“Hey y/n!” one of them greeted you.
“Nice hair!” the other one snickered.
“Thanks, I’ve spent like thirty minutes trying to style it, but someone thought it needed some liftoff.” You growled at a fake-shocked faced Seungyoun.
“Fuck off” you barked back at him as he laughed.
“Well, you did say it was a special occasion today, so I thought I’d help a bit” he smiled curiously at you, his tone encouraging the other two men to join him in the teasing.
“Ohhh, what’s the occasion y/n??”
“Sadly, for you I’m off limits~” the other one sang.
“Very funny, very funny” you just brushed them off, sitting down next to Seungyoun.
“You never told me about it though, what is it today” he rested his head on his hand. Aside from his teasing, he did indeed notice how you were dressed and acted a bit differently from all the other times you met with his friends. Either way, you did look stunning. It was just that, you had a different energy around you this time. He observed that your cheeks had a noticeably light dusting of pink on them. Your eyes were fidgeting, constantly staring over at the café’s counter. There was a male barista making coffee for a couple. He did not know him personally, but you were a regular at that café. Seungyoun remembered about how you were always talking about the guy from the café. You and he were somehow friends from what he understood. It was fun to hear you rambling on and on about this man at first. Seungyoun would make fun of you lightly whenever you sounded overexcited when talking about the barista. That is when your attention had mostly shifted from him to that guy, that he found it somewhat irritating. He had suspected that you might have the hots for him and himself being your friend, he should be proud of you and cheer you on. And he tried for the most part. But after a while, he found himself pouting and getting annoyed whenever he tried to hang out, but you were always by the café hanging with the guy.
He looked back at you. Your eyes sparkled like a little kid’s when the barista realized you were there. He waved at you and you waved back at him. He made you a signal about something and you giggled. There was it again. The irritation. He clicked his tongue while taking a last glance at you before turning to chat with his friends.
~
You chatted a little bit about this and that, the atmosphere was relaxed and full of laughter. After a while, the barista made his way over to your table, holding a tablet.
“I see you guys are here today as well!” he smiled at you and the rest of the table.
“What can I say, we love this café man!” one of Seungyoun’s friends replied.
“Haha I’m glad I hear that!” he let out a hearty laugh. “So, what can I get you guys?”
“XX isn’t around today?” you wondered.
“Nah, I told her to take the day off, she has something to uhm, attend to later this evening” he awkwardly scratched his head.
“Ah, I see… but isn’t is hard to manage everything all by yourself all day? You could’ve called me. You know I can always help out!” you pouted back at him. He just laughed while placing his hand atop of your head, gently patting it. Seungyoun eyes glared at the gesture but he was quick to joke about it.
“Yah, how comes you always bicker at me when I do that but it’s okay for him to do it??” he jokingly cried.
“That’s because I’m special” he joked.
“Please don’t get ahead of yourself~” you mocked. Everyone burst out laughing. Everyone except for two people that is. Seungyoun was putting on a facade, just to go along with everything but his laugh quickly went to a halt as he saw your reaction. You lowered your head, trying to hide those rosy cheeks of yours away from the barista’s sight. There was that feeling again. Annoyance.
“So, y/n, what will you order?” Seungyoun was quick to change the subject.
“Oh yeah right, I…I’ll have a latte please”
“Two americano and one flat white for the rest of us!” Seungyoun chirped.
“Coming right up!” the barista smiled, walking towards his counter.
~
Time passed so quickly with everyone, talking on and on about random subjects, news, and gossip. It was thirty minutes before the actual closing time of the café and your table was the second from the last two tables people still sat. One of Seungyoun’s friends glanced outside as it was getting darker and darker.
“Man, its near closing time. But I still have so much to talk about!” he cried.
“Then how about we continue at a karaoke place or go for beers?” the other one replied.
“I’m so down for that!” the first one cheered. “Seungyoun, y/n, you’re coming right?!”
Seungyoun glanced over at you while you glanced back at him. You both chuckled to each other.
“I’m down for it as well” Seungyoun exhaled. “How about you?”
“I think I can join~” you answered skeptically. The other two cheered.
“But first” you glance over at the counter. He is still there. You took a deep breath. You were going to tell him tonight. What was the point of postponing it?
“First I have something very important to do…” you whispered softly.
“What did you say y/n?” one of Seungyoun’s friends asked.
“I-I said I have to go to the restroom first!” you blushed, sitting up.
“You don’t need to fix anything y/n, you’re pretty as is~” Seungyoun sang teasingly. You shot him a glare before turning around to move towards the counter.
That is when the café’s entrance doorbell rang. Surely no one was going to come and have coffee this late and right before the shop’s closing time, right? You looked at the entrance curiously. You saw XX entering the café. She was all dolled up and cute. She approached the cashier with blushing cheeks, her eyes full of sparkles. But you felt your heart clench. You have seen that kind of blushing and sparkles before. You knew them all too well. You tried to take a few steps forward before one sentence made you root your feet to the ground.
“YY ah! How long should I wait for you? Hmm? You were supposed to meet me at the movies half an hour ago!” she cried cutely at the black-haired boy. He chuckled softly, putting his hand on top of her head, petting her tenderly.
“I know, I’m really sorry but the boss hasn’t come yet, so I couldn’t leave the store. Forgive me?” he gently smiled back.
You kept watching in silence. You could not move; your legs did not obey. You wanted to stop watching but your eyes stayed glued towards them. You felt your heart dropping to the floor. You felt it shatter in millions of pieces.
“Y/n, how long are you gonna stand there? Go to the restroom so we can leaveee” one of Seungyoun’s friends cried. Seungyoun turned his head towards you, curious as to why you were still there. He saw the girl and the barista. Then he looked at you. His eyes quickly darted back to the cashier. Then it hit him like a truck. Oh no. He looked back at your figure. He could only see your back, but he did not need you to face him to understand what you were feeling that moment. His heart tightened sharply. What should I do?
You turned back to the table in a rush. You picked up your phone and your jacket, while taking out your wallet, taking everyone by surprise.
“Y/n what are you-“
“I’m sorry, I just remembered I have something very important to do at home” you excused yourself. “Here’s my share for today, have fun at the karaoke” you said, leaving money on the table.
“Seungyoun said you were free today though!”
“Yeah, sorry, I just remembered I have some assignments that I need to finish before the deadline”
“That sucks…”
“I’ll make up for it next time” you smiled back at them. Seungyoun looked at your face. Your smile was painful. Your eyes were not smiling. His inner voice was screaming at him to do something. But he did not know what.
“Y/n…” he mumbled, as he tried to touch your hand. You avoided his hand swiftly. You looked back at him apologetically.
“I’m sorry Seungyoun, maybe another time” you exhaled before taking off.
All three men watched as you stormed off the café within seconds. YY and XX turned their heads at the sound of the front door closing with violence. YY searched the room, his eyes landing on your table, seeing that you were no longer there. After a few seconds he made his way over.
“Y/n left? I thought you guys were going to keep the night going?” he wondered. Seungyoun’s eyes were still glued to the door across the room. He somehow felt so hopeless.
“She said she had forgotten some project that was due, so she had to leave” Seungyoun’s friends exclaimed.
“Ah that’s a shame” he huffed. Before he could even continue his sentence, Seungyoun shoot up from the table, leaving 20000won behind. He almost bumped to YY as he walked past him toward the exit.
“Let’s go!” he barked to his friends as they quickly followed suit behind him.
“Wait, you left more money that needed!” YY yelled at Seungyoun. All of his instincts were railing him up to go over to the guy and punch him in the face. Instead, he just took a deep breath.
“Keep the change” replied sharply without even looking him in the eyes before he crossed the doorframe.
~
You woke up with a headache. It was still exceedingly early in the morning; the sun had barely risen. You tried to open your eyes, facing some difficulty at first. All you remembered from last evening was that it was awful. You did not even want to remember, yet the same picture kept popping inside your mind. You exhaled in defeat, pushing a pillow over your face. The thought that maybe a hot bath would help relax popped up in your head, so you dragged your body from the bedroom all the way to the bathroom door. You did not even bother to turn on the lights. You stared at the mirror on your wall. The lighting was dim, but you just knew that you looked like shit. You opened the hot water inside the tub. Letting your shirt fall to the ground, you slowly submitted yourself inside the water. It felt good. Like it was able to wash away all the memories from the previous day. You closed your eyes, submerging you head under water. Ah. It felt so good. All sounds around you blurred. It was peaceful for a moment. You reemerged again, already feeling a little lighter. The sunrays were finally peeking through the window.
The water naturally started to get a little cold after half an hour had passed, signaling the end of your bath. You nonchalantly grabbed the body towel from the chair near you. Standing up, you covered yourself up and walked out of the bathroom, heading to your bed. You sat on the edge on it, staring blankly at the wall. As the warmth from the bath was leaving your body, the memories started to flow in again.
“Fuck this” you gulped, trying to control your breathing. This whole situation was not worth your tears. Maybe if you kept repeating this to yourself it could actually work. You reached for your phone under your pillow. You had not checked on it since everything that had happened yesterday. They must had been surprised for sure. The phone screen flickered. Your eyes widened at the number of messages you have received. Most of them being from Seungyoun. You felt so guilty. He must have been worried sick. How could he not? It was so rare for you to storm out of rooms like that. With that kind of crappy excuses on top of that. You knew he could see right through you sometimes. You opened your conversation dialog with him. After several seconds, you started typing.
«…Morning ^^”» You stared at your phone. No way he would be awake this early in the morning, especially after the karaoke. You reached to leave the phone near your pillow again before it vibrated slightly. Your eyes widened in surprise.
« HEY. READ YOUR MESSAGES WOMAN» You chuckled, feeling a bit of guilt.
« ehe~»
«Don’t ehe me! I almost ended up coming over to your place to check on you!»
«That would be trespassing private property sir~» you teased.
«Okay firstly NO ITS FUCKING NOT, secondly HOW DARE YOU :@»
«Okay okay im sorry xD»
«Its fine I guess, since you had a deadline and all. How did it go? Did you finish on time?» you hated to lie to him… But it couldn’t be helped this time.
«Ofc I did! Who did you take me for??»
«That’s my girl! You did seem a bit down yesterday, I guess that was the cause. Now that you’ve finished with everything, how about we do something? Hmm? >:D»
«I don’t trust that smiley >.> What do you have in mind though?»
«No questions. Yes or No?»
«Can’t we even discuss this??»
«No :D»
«UGH. Fine.»
«Hihihi. Get dressed. And meet me at X place in 2 hours <3»
«What are we even going to do this early? I doubt anything is open»
«Just trust me <3»
«Okay~»
~
Walking towards the open fish market, you spotted a black haired man smiling from ear to ear at you. You jogged to him. There were very few people around at this hour. You looked inside his eyes for answers.
“What… are we doing in front of the fish market this early?” you wondered. Seungyoun chuckled. You kept staring at him, trying to figure out this weird request. He was waiting patiently.
“...”
“I’m sorry, I’m completely clueless.” You stated inanimately.
“C’mon!” he cried. “We’re going on a sightseeing/ food tour!” he chirped excitingly. You blinked twice in confusion.
“Seungyoun.”
“Yes!”
“I’m pretty sure the fish market is not considered sightseeing.”
“We’re not here to observe the fish!” he protested.
“It’s still too early for eating them as well.” You exhaled. He grabbed your head with his hands, turning it to his left. You saw a takeaway coffee shop right across the street.
“Oh” you breathed.
“Thank you.” He exhaled in defeat. His smile quickly crawled back to his face, gesturing you to walk with him.
“We’re gonna start here, then go around the town. I’ve found some interesting places. Since you haven’t been here before, I think you’ll enjoy it~” He sang softly.
“I hope those interesting places involve food” you said, sparkles emitting from your eyes.
“You bet!” he laughed.
~
It was well over midnight. You entered your bedroom feeling exhausted and so bloated from all the food. You could not believe all you did for the day was basically eating. Seungyoun sure came prepared. It was the first time in your life you had to refuse food. How could you not? You stared down at your belly. Your right hand started caressing it, a comedically dead look in your eyes.
“My food baby…” you burst out laughing. You threw your bag across the room. You eyed the bathroom door, thinking about taking another shower. But you were so tired. On the other hand, you were out all freaking day. The shower was a must.
~
Few minutes later, you reemerged from inside the bathroom in all you towel glory. You sat on the bed, trying to dry the water off your hair with a towel. Your phone suddenly started ringing out of the blue. Your eyes fell at the direction you had thrown the bag earlier. You managed to trip at the leg of the bed trying to dive for your phone, letting out a painful yelp as you finally grabbed the damned thing. A look of annoyance took over your features as you looked at the caller ID. You shrugged as you pressed the videocall confirmation button.
“Y/nnn!” an incredibly happy Seungyoun purred.
“Are you stalking me? What is this timing?” you breathed out in pain trying to massage your little finger.
“Why do you ask?”
“I just got out of the bath”
“Oh, that’s funny! I just got out of it too!” he smiled sheepishly. “What’s with the face?” he wondered.
“I just hit my little pinky finger at the leg of the bed trying to answer your silly videochat!”
“Hey! How is that my fault?!”
“Today you said that if I don’t answer your messages or calls within a minute, you’ll trick me into eating Durian! I’m sorry but I want to live! Therefore, it’s your fault!” you growled.
“ehe~” he smiled. “Should I come over and make it better?” he teased.
“Nah, if I’ve broken it, I’ll send you the medical bill, thank you very much” you stack out your tongue. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get changed” you remarked.
“Don’t end the call!” he panicked. You raised your eyebrow at him.
“So you want me to undress right in front of you is what you’re saying?” you watched him in amusement.
“IM NOT SAYING THAT, JUST TURN AWAY YOUR PHONE OR SOMETHING-“ you burst out laughing, proceeding to turn away your phone camera.
“I just don’t get you sometimes…Are you that bored?” you snickered as you let the towel fall to the floor, grabbing a pair of underwear from your drawer.
“What if I am?” he whined.
“Did you like today btw?” he genuinely asked. You pushed your head through the shirt, struggling to find the head hole.
“Loved it!” you exclaimed. “Everything was so yummy, we really enjoyed it!!” you sang.
“We?” he questioned. You grabbed the phone from your bed, brought it in front of your stomach while caressing your belly with your other hand.
“We. See my baby?” you sang. He laughed out loud.
“Oh my. Am I the father?” he chuckled.
“I don’t think so…”
“Then who?”
“Remember that last piece of Tobbokki I had?” You both laughed in unison.
“Ughh, god I’m beat” you let your body fall to the bed like a brick. You pulled the covers over your body, your face still visible, as well a part of your torso. You switched off the main room light, leaving only your bedside lamp as the last source of lighting. You watched as Seungyoun got up from his bed to turn off his lights as well. He cutely dived into his bed, crawling back to his spot near the pillows. Your eyes kept wondering inside his room in silence. Meanwhile his were still and focused on one thing. You. You did not notice but he had a faint smile plastered on his face. He observed your features carefully. Your face was so close to the phone. The lighting was not optimal, but he could swear that he could recognize your face so easily in any situation. Each passing second, the longer he starred, the more he could hear his heartbeat though his ears.
“Hey Seungyoun” you mumbled, breaking the silence.
‘What is it?”
“Thanks for today” you smiled tiredly back at him. He did not say anything.
“I think I really needed this to get my mind off of things” you yawned.
“Idiot” he smiled. “Anything for you”
“I’m getting really sleepy, should I end the call?” you pouted.
“No, don’t end it yet. I have a bit of trouble sleeping tonight…” he whispered.
“How are you not as tired as me, you dummy?” you snickered.
“I don’t know…”
“Fine, don’t be mad at me if I fall asleep though” You felt your eyes heavier and heavier with each second passing.
“I would never” he chuckled.
“…”
“…”
“…Y/n?” You slightly snored. Seungyoun tried to hold in his laughter trying to not wake you up. Instead of ending the call, he lied comfortable on his pillow, observing your soft facial features as you were drifting away further and further away. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He stayed like that for several minutes. He kept wondering about those strange feelings that kept popping up for the last few days. He knew you for so long but there was something changing. He closed his eyes, letting out an audible exhale in defeat.
"... Shit" he whispered to himself.
~
Days passed quickly one after the other. One particular afternoon, Seungyoun’s friends called. They mentioned a very cozy café the other day, so they thought they would gather up the gang again that weekend to blow off some steam. They always really enjoyed your company. Hell, you were fun to be around. Especially since you were one of the few people that could handle Seungyoun’s hyperactive five-year-old self. It might seemed like a mediocre thing for you, but to them, you were able to somehow tame his wild side whenever you were around. He seemed gentler around you. You took a last look at the mirror hanging on your bedroom wall, slightly adjusting the collar of your blouse. You glanced at your figure one last time.
“Yush” you chirped, cracking a smile. You pocket vibrated lightly. Your eyes shoot at the wall clock.
“Shit! I’m almost late!” you gulped, running out of the door.
~
You stepped down from the bus. A sudden gust of wind hitting your face. You clenched your coat, shutting it close. The weather had gotten chillier for sure. You took out the phone from your pocket. Before you could dial anything, you heard a voice from the distance, calling out to you.
“Υ/n!” Seungyoun chirped happily, half walking half running to you, while leaving the other two behind. You smiled at him, putting your phone away. His body stopped several inches away from yours. He had that beautiful smile on his face. The kind of smile that put you at ease whenever you saw it.
“Hey” your eyes smiled back at him.
“Your cheeks are red!” he chuckled softly, making you a little self-conscious at the moment.
“It’s the weather, I didn’t think it would be this chilly today” you laughed. “Why aren’t you guys at the café?”
“Well, our Seungyoun here insisted that we come and pick you up first.” One of his friends appeared behind him, giving him a teasing glance. He laughed it off awkwardly.
“Y/n hasn’t been in this area before! Besides it’s just basic manners!” he cried, trying to defend himself.
“Since when do you do manners?!” the other friend cracked up, making you laugh.
“Y/n back me up here!” he pouted at you.
“Fine fine. Thank you so much for being so thoughtful of me~” you sang at him. “Even though, I do have a phone with gps, you know~” you teased.
“So inconsiderate” he scoffed, starting to walk ahead of the rest of you. You cracked a smile with the others.
“Come on! If we don’t go quickly, she’s going to freeze!” he yelled from the front. The other two nodded to each other as they followed him suit. You smiled to yourself before following along.
~
Upon entering the café, an inviting warmth hit your face. The smell of coffee and chocolate mixed together in the air made your nerves relax. The wooden decorations here and there only added to the fuzzy feeling you felt inside. You picked a place by the window. You knew Seungyoun loved that seat. The other two cramped the opposite seats as you naturally sat next to Seungyoun. You placed your hands between your thighs. He noticed it immediately, shooting you a glance.
“Still cold?” he wondered.
“A little bit, but I’ll warm up to the place soon, don’t worry” you reassured him.
“Alright, tell me if you’re still cold later” he almost scolded you. Oh, how you found that adorable, whenever he did that.
“Yessss” you sang back at him. With the corner of your eye, you caught the waiter making his way to your table, a warm smile on his face.
“Good evening! What can I get you?”
“Two double espresso for us!” Seungyoun’s friends said in unison.
“I’ll have an americano… oh, and a hot latte for her. Make sure it’s piping hot!” he ordered.
“Coming right away!” the waiter bowed and walked away.
“How did you know I wanted a latte?” you wondered.
“You always order a latte y/n!” he laughed. “What, you haven’t noticed?” You titled your head on the side, trying to remember a time when latte wasn’t actually your go to drink.
“Ha…I guess you’re right” you exclaimed in sudden realization. He snickered softly.
The evening unfolded slowly. More people kept walking inside and leaving with each passing minute. This place was surely popular and for particularly good reasons. You saw many couples around. While the boys were having an interesting chat, talking about music and whatnot, your attention shifted to observing the couples around the room in silence. So many different people. So many different combinations. Yet every single one was so endearing to watch. There were younger couples, being all playful with each other. Some others, were more reserved, glancing shyly back at each other. There were some older couples as well. A woman was going on and on about something to her husband, while he was listening to her attentively. In a corner, you spotted an elderly couple. Time seemed to have aged both gracefully. Your fingers hugged the mug of coffee in front of you for warmth. A small endearing smile plastered on your lips. Maybe it was better this way. Maybe you and the barista just were not meant to be. You could not be mad at anyone. It was not anyone’s fault to begin with. Yet you could not help but feel the bitterness eating you up. You were lost in your own little world. Seungyoun noticed the silence, secretly stealing a glance of you. Your smile seemed…out of place. He was sitting right next to you but somehow you seemed distant for a moment.
“Y/n…” he tried to call out for you. The entrance bell completely covered up his voice. The footsteps of two people walked right inside the café. The man’s eyes scanned the room. Then suddenly they widened in surprise, a smile appearing on his face.
“Y/n!!” You heard your name being called out from across the room. Your hands suddenly clenched to the coffee mug upon realizing the source of the voice. You knew that voice all too well. Your eyes quickly dropped to your coffee, trying not to give any weird signs away. Seungyoun’s eyes shot up from you, towards the entrance of the coffee shop. One look at the man and his blood started to boil. He clicked his tongue in irritation as the man made his way to your table.
“Hey, y/n!” the barista called out to you with excitement. Your head turned mechanically towards him, putting on a fake smile.
“Ah YY. Hi” you nodded at him.
“I called you out once I saw you! You didn’t listen?”
“Sorry, no, I guess I didn’t” you lied.
“Meh, it’s fine. What matters is that I spotted you anyway” he laughed. “I see that you guys are hanging together quite often!” he greeted the other three at your table.
“Yeah, we actually do! More often than you think” Seungyoun lowkey growled back at the black haired man as he protectively moved his body closer to yours.
“Ah, I see” the barista exhaled. “Oh shoot, I almost forgot you introduce you guys!” he chirped happily as he moved a little to the side, revealing a petite girl awkwardly standing behind him.
“This is YY! We work at the same coffee shop. Y/n knows her already” he boasted as he took her tiny hand in his reassuringly.
“I-it’s very nice to meet you everyone! Hi y/n!” she bowed down nervously.
“H-hey!” you awkwardly greeted her back.
“Man, it’s really packed in here, isn’t it?” he chuckled nervously, looking around for any spare tables. His eyes suddenly lit up.
“Oh, do you guys mind if we join you until a table clears up?” he asked brightly. Your heart must have stopped beating for a few seconds. Your fingers got cold. You tried hugging the coffee mug for sore warmth, some reassurance but the heat started to fade away beneath your fingertips. Seungyoun shoot a worried look at you. His irritation was hitting a brand new level, it almost took him by surprise as he tried to control his facial expressions.
“Yes of course!” you reassured the standing couple. As they sat down, the girl noticed how your fingers were fidgeting around your coffee mug. She looked at you with worry.
“Y/n… are your hands cold perhaps? I have a heat pack with me if you need it” she wondered.
“No no, it’s fine!” you exclaimed, trying to remove your hands off the table.
“I told you to let me know if you’re cold you idiot-“ Seungyoun’s hand reached for yours quickly. He managed to touch your hand before you brushed him off, putting your hands in between your thighs one again. Your fingers were icy cold.
“…I’m alright Seungyoun, don’t worry” you mumbled at him. Seungyoun frowned slightly at your stubbornness. In his mind he understood. You did not want to look frail in front of the guy. But it was eating him up inside.
The conversation was moving along with time. They boys chattered about random stuff happening in life while you were being attentive but for the most part, quiet. Seungyoun tried to not bring any attention to you as he masterfully manipulated every direct question the guy threw at you to somehow bounce back to him. He sure had a way with people. You were always so grateful to him for that. You were not exactly the extroverted type to begin with. You could tell that he was being extremely cautious with the situation that moment. And while you were more than grateful for what he did, you felt guilty. He was out to have fun with his friends and you. He already had much on his plate with his life as it was. He did not need to put up with this for your shake. The atmosphere around you was getting suffocating.
You reached for your coat next to you and grabbed your phone from the coffee table.
“Υ/n…” Seungyoun gulped, uneasiness evident in his voice.
“Haha, silly me! I completely forgot something important that I need to do!” you nervously laughed at the rest of the group.
“Again?” one of Seungyoun’s friends exclaimed. You just smiled at him apologetically as you stood up from the table.
“Y/n wait, please” Seungyoun pleaded you. You gave him a pained smile.
“I’m sorry Seungyoun…I really need to go” you bowed down to the rest before walking away.
“Wait up! It’s late! Maybe I can drive you home!” the barista suddenly yelled as he made a move to catch up to you. Seungyoun shoot up from his seat, grabbing his hand before he could leave the table. He looked up at him, his eyes blazing.
“I think you’ve done enough” he growled back. He turned to his friends with an apologetic smile.
“Let’s try this again next week, I have something I need to take care of as well.” he exhaled while trying to spot your figure walking outside, further away from the coffee shop.
“…Aish…Just go! We get it!” one of them yelled.
“Don’t make it creepy though!” the other one snickered. Seungyoun just chuckled at his remark before he stormed off the entrance. The barista was left dumbfounded, with a very confused look on his face.
“Did I…do something?” he asked innocently. His girlfriend sighed in defeat.
“How can you be so dense?” she jokingly hit his shoulder.
~
Seungyoun looked around for you frantically, a smile found its way to his face as soon as he spotted your figure in the distant. His legs naturally raced to you.
“Y/n!!” he yelled from a distance. You stopped dead in your tracks, your head instinctively turning around. Why the hell was he there? He was supposed to be back with the rest. You quickly wiped away the tears threatening to escape your eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to regain your composure. He finally stopped in front of you. You did not know what to say to him. You were out of words.
“What are you doing?” was the only thing that came out of your mouth.
“Following you, obviously” he breathed heavily. “Damn, I really need to start doing more cardio” he exhaled in defeat. You just stared at him, trying to understand his train of thought.
“Why did you leave? You couldn’t wait for our gathering yesterday”
“Ah this… I guess I wasn’t in the mood for coffee as much as I initially thought” he chuckled softly. Without giving you much of an opening to argue anything, he just casually walked past you and followed the road ahead.
“So, where are we going?” he tilts his head in question, his eyes smiling warmly back at you. Your face cracked a small smile, as you hurried to match his pace.
~
You gulped down the remaining beer from the can in an instant, smashing the can in your hand. Seungyoun watched you in amusement, deciding to follow in your footsteps. A sound of satisfaction left his lips.
“That hit the spot!” he chirped happily.
“Yeah, I have to admit. Beer and night walks by the river are an optimal combination” you exhaled content.
“Give me that” Seungyoun grabbed the crashed beer can from your hand, before rushing to the nearest disposal bin. You watched him jog back and forth, a light bounce apparent in his steps.
“A puppy…” you muttered under your breath. That remark made you chuckle softly, earning a look full of wonder from Seungyoun.
“What?” he asked with an aware face.
“Nothing” you laughed. You rubbed your hands together, bringing them up to your face to blow on them softly.
“Your hands are still cold?”
“Yeah, a bit” you sighed in defeat.
“Hm, I have to start bringing heat packs with me” he exclaimed casually.
“Why would you? I’m the one that should start doing that” you argued.
“Should and will were always two very different words for you y/n” he teased.
“Whatever” you stuck your tongue out at him. He laughed at your cute expression.
“Well for now then-“ Before he could finish his sentence, he reached for your hand with his, gently hugging it and putting it inside his pocket along with his. Your head snapped at him, his gesture finding you completely unprepared. A light pink color rose from your cheeks. He looked back at you with surprise.
“What?” he replied with a straight face. “Ι always hold your hand, why are you acting weird now?” he teased. He did have a point. Why were you blushing like that?
“Put your other hand inside your pocket, you’re actually freezing cold” he stated before he started to walk casually along the path near the banks of the river. You walked for some distance like that. He strangely kept silent the whole time. You had so many thoughts running through your mind, you did not know what to say to make conversation. It was so ridiculous. He was your best friends for a long time, you had never run to any problems like that before.
“…Are you feeling better?” he managed to ask in a moment of silence. You widened your eyes upon hearing him say that. You looked at his face immediately. He wouldn’t know, would he? He still was not looking at you, his eyes observing the path along the way.
“What, how did you-“ you root your feet on the ground, making him stop as well. He glanced back at your face. His eyes looking serious. You did not need him to talk for you to understand.
“Of course, you would know…” you let out a bittersweet chuckle. “Was I that desperately obvious?”
“About him? No…But It was made noticeably clear to me about how you felt that day…” he exhaled. You lowered your head in embarrassment and resentment.
“It’s not your fault, you know that right?” he wanted to reassure you.
“It’s not anyone’s fault Seungyoun, I know… But I can’t help but feel this way right now…” your voice breaking a little. He watched you as you desperately tried to form the right sentences for his words. His heart felt heavier and heavier watching you like that.
“I’m sorry” he chuckled, managing to stop your train of thought midway.
“Eh?” you titled your head.
“If only I had realized sooner…” He mumbled.
“Seungyoun what are you even saying?”
“You’ve always been right in front of me, I just never noticed.”
“…” You moved your face right in front of his, trying to find answers in his eyes. He surely did not act like his self. He finally looked up at your face, your eyes observing him with worry. His hands moved on their own as they reached for your face, cupping your cheeks tenderly, his eyes always glued to yours. His face stopped inches away from yours. He was so dangerously close; you could feel his hot breath hitting your lips. His eyebrows were slightly frowning, like he was trying hard to concentrate on something…or holding himself back. His breathing was uneven, and his lips were trembling a bit. They seemed almost… excited. Your eyes observed his as they wondered down to your lips slowly. For a moment, he swallowed audibly hard, like something was stuck at his throat and he could not breathe. His eyes darted back at yours, almost as if they were pleading for permission. Closing his eyes, he shut the distance between you in a heartbeat. He attacked your lips firmly but so gently at the same time. Your eyes went wide open. He was kissing you. So many thoughts tried to cloud your mind all at once. But his kiss was so overpowering, they seemed like nothing. He was sincere, you could feel it. The feeling was so overwhelming, yet it had a warmth that you had never felt before. You liked that warmth. You realized you craved for it for so long as your eyes closed slowly. The moment Seungyoun felt your lips kissing him back, he inhaled sharply, his whole body tensing up. He broke the kiss soundly, almost as if he tried to control himself from…wanting more. You both breathed heavily. His hands fell to his sides.
"... Can't it be me?..." he exclaimed. Your body stopped moving at the sound of his words, you could hear his heartbeat going faster and faster with each passing second.
"Seungyoun.."
"I like you y/n..." You looked up at his face. His eyes were determined. His gaze was burning right through you.
"Choose me" His words echoed inside your head again and again. You felt your heart skipping beats, pink found its way back to your cheeks as you felt them burning up once again. So warm it felt.
“U-Uhm” you stuttered embarrassingly, trying to escape from his gaze. He found it amusing watching you squirm like that. He certainly had an effect on you for sure. A wave of confidence took over him for a moment. He made a step forward between you two. He daringly pulled your face in front of his once again, this time a smirk plastered all over his.
“Y/n?” he exclaimed.
“Y-yes!” you shut your eyes closed from embarrassment.
“I need an answer” he demanded.
“Y-You can’t expect me to answer that right off the bat!!” you cried in defeat. He let out a chuckle before deciding to let you go off the hook for that night. It was all too much, and he understood that. Just the fact that you gave him the reassurance he needed to continue was more than enough at that moment. He gazed down at your figure lovingly, you were trying to avoid his eyes at all costs.
“You can relax y/n” he laughed.
“I’m sorry I came onto you so unexpectedly” he said as his hand reached on top of your head, ruffling your hair playfully. He kept messing your hair for a good five seconds, waiting for your feisty reaction. But there was silence and nothing more. He removed his hand, a surprise taking over his features to a sudden realization.
“You…You didn’t shake me off!” he exclaimed almost excitingly. You shoot him a glare, pouting cutely before you walked away from him in a hurry, trying to hide your blushing mess of a face.
“Shut up” you yipped back at him. He let out a hearty laugh before taking off again to match your pace.
“Y/n, wait upp~” he sang teasingly, that big beautiful smile plastered all over his face. His voice was music to your ears. You felt a warm tingling, a small flapping of a pair of petal-like wings of a tiny butterfly dancing around inside of you.
"...I wish it was you from the beginning" you whispered under your breath.
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Finally! I got this out of my head ;-; It came out waaaay longer than I anticipated but I loved writing every second! ^ω^” Either way, enjoy!!❤️ As always, completed masterlist is here!
A breath in, a breath out, blinking your eyes open, you were met with the sight of your boyfriend snoring peacefully beside you: a calming way to start off the day. He’d always felt like home to you and that morning, he was no different, arm slung lazily around your waist as he slept. You couldn’t help but admire the way the light softly illuminated his features, his expression serene as you shuffled closer to him.
“What’re you doing?” Yohan groaned softly into the top of your head as you shifted around in your place on his chest, accidentally jostling him in the process. You smiled into his shirt at the sound of his voice, groggy with the remnants of sleep. Yohan had never been a morning person, clear by the way he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you tighter to cuddle under the covers. “Stop moving around so much, it’s so early...” he whined, burying his face into the crook of your neck in an attempt to hide from the rays of sunlight streaming in from your window.
“But I’m trying to listen to your heartbeat.” you hummed, nestling closer to him to hear the soft thumping of his chest, “It’s so calming一”
“Pfft.” He laughed at you cutely, the sound paired with the steady rhythm of his heart.
“Weirdo.”
You gasped in mock outrage. “I’m your weirdo, you’re literally dating me.” Pouting your lip, you looked up at him only to be met with the sight of his signature gummy smile sweeping across his face as his eyes lit up softly, adoration filling them in waves. You couldn’t help but break out into a smile too, mirroring his gaze.
He was just so damn cute.
And even as he leaned closer towards you, you never took your eyes off of him, neither of your smiles fading as he planted a gentle kiss on your forehead.
“Yeah, I guess that’s true.”
“You guess一” Cutting you off with another kiss, he whispered against your lips.
