#youngkyun

[nfly5]

(250313) SF9 HWIYOUNG — LOVE RACE

[mingoooossii]

warnings: husband hwiyoung, a little make out sesh coughs, reader is down bad horrendously (and I get it), suggestive.

a/n: am no longer responsible for this. blame @slytherinshua (ur lucky ily 💔💔) jejsk i need him bad 😔

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You hated your husband sometimes.

Not really, but God, he just knew how to drag this side out of you.

Your breath caught the second Youngkyun stepped through the door, running a hand through perfectly styled hair like he wasn’t already unfairly gorgeous.

How could he somehow look better coming home than when he’d left in the morning?

“I’m home-” he barely got the words out before you pushed him back against the door, the soft click of it closing echoing behind him.

“Jesus…” His laugh was low, caught somewhere between amusement and surprise, but his arms didn’t hesitate in wrapping around you, pulling you flush against him. “What’s gotten into you?”

You didn’t answer, not like you needed to, your lips crashing into his before he could say anything else.

Your fingers threaded into his hair, tugging, ruining the neat style he’d so carefully set that morning. He still looked maddeningly perfect, even with your touch leaving him a mess.

He kissed you back instantly, like muscle memory, like instinct. His lips molded to yours, a perfect fit, and when he pulled away only to murmur, “Someone’s needy…” it was betrayed by the way his hands tightened at your waist. He loved when you got like this, though he’d never admit how quickly it unraveled him too.

Unless you made him.

“Missed me that much?” he teased.

You only hummed, dragging him back in for another kiss that stole the air from both of you. Each second, each brush of your lips against his, only made the ache worse.

“Baby…” he breathed, low against your mouth, his hold on you firming.

“How did it go?” you whispered between kisses, your question slipping out like it actually mattered, as if every fiber of your being wasn’t already pleading for him.

His brain stalled, lips hovering over yours, until he realized you meant the event.

A soft groan escaped him, like he was torn between kissing you senseless and answering you, one hand sliding up to cradle your cheek while the other refused to let you go. “Good… went smoothly..."

“That’s it?” you pressed, tilting your head, fingers tangling tighter into his hair. “You worked for weeks, and all I get is good? ”

“Good,” he repeated, voice dropping, his breath hot against your lips, “but it could be better.”

You paused. “Better? Why do you say so-”

“Baby,” he cut you off, his voice husky and already wrecked with need, each words sending a shiver racing down your spine. “You’re driving me insane.”

Any trace of restraint snapped. He pushed off the door, his arms shifting until his hands gripped your hips.

You gasped as he hoisted you up with ease, your arms flying to loop around his shoulders, clinging to him as he carried you across the room. The nearest surface, the cupboard, took you in a soft thud as he set you down, his body already pressing close.

“As much as I’d love to recount every detail to you…” his breath fanned against your ear, the words heavy, “it’ll have to wait.”

Your fingers clutched at his shirt, your pulse racing as his hand skimmed up your side, the other tugging at his tie, pulling it loose in one swift motion.

“Because right now,” he whispered, voice gravelly, lips grazing the shell of your ear.

“I have something much better to do.”

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taglist: @slytherinshua ,, @haeerizm

[mymegrokosmos]

More arranged marriage hwiyoung x reader - former established relationship youngbin x reader, younger brother youngkyun, older reader. chef hwiyoung, slightly cold hwiyoung warming up to reader + a little domestic getting to know each other as a married couple.

Every day with Youngkyun is much the same. The tone between you both set that first night after your wedding. You don’t speak much, at least not about much with any substance, but you always sit down to a warm homemade meal. On nights when you work late, which is more often than not, there's a plate for you in the fridge with a note not to let it go to waste. He's not going out of his way for you, not exactly, but he is making space for you in his life. Acknowledging that there's two of you to think about now.

You remember the first time you'd come home after a long day of back to back meetings, to a light still on in the living room and a still warm steak already sliced on your plate. You would have thought Youngkyun was still awake if not for the lack of light peeking through underneath his bedroom door. The usually spotless kitchen was in disarray, dishes piled into the sink to soak and whatever didn't fit left on the counter next to it.

You'd washed up as quietly as you could manage, a silent thank you for the meal he'd left you, and somehow it became your routine. Kicking off your heels as soon as you entered to apartment, dropping your bag in your room and changing into something less constricting to wash the dishes while Youngkyun cooked.

"Long day?"

His voice was soft as he glanced up from the stove where he was sauteeing some vegetables you couldn't see around his frame. It always was. Youngkyun wasn't quiet exactly, but he kept his passion locked up tight. You were lucky to get a real smile out of him, much less enthusiasm about anything.

You might have been cohabiting peacefully but you weren't friends, not exactly. You each made an effort to make living together palatable and often, it was easier than you expected, but that didn't entitle you to all of each other's secrets. Sometimes it felt like you got a glimpse of what that might be like, being someone Youngkyun cared about, but it was always fleeting.

"You could say that."

He just nodded, adjusting the towel on his shoulder as you got to work on the dishes. "Father on your case again?"

It was always silent except for the soft music he played from the speakers.

"When isn't he?" You stretched and sighed. "Not that I can blame him. I'm a bit of a disappointment as far as heirs go."

The soft smile you offer your husband is wry, and more than a little self-deprecating. He frowns and shakes his head.

"You don't give yourself enough credit."

You don't get a chance to ask what he means.

"Walking behind you with the hot pan, stay still for a minute please."

You both fall into your usual comfortable silence, the easy routine that seems be the only reason he shares the kitchen space with you while he's making dinner. Even as you do your best to steer clear of his space he gets a little cranky when you encroach.

"Do you need any help with anything?"

The look Youngkyun gives you is scathing. He points the wooden spoon at you just once and you hold your hands up in surrender.

"Message received."

Cooking was the only thing you ever really saw him get excited about and that was mostly because you lived with him. He never seemed to get tired of it despite it being what his whole career revolved around. Youngkyun was very particular about the kitchen, the groceries and pantry ingredients and the way he did things in the kitchen. It was methodical when other people were around, like when he helped his mother in the kitchen at monthly family dinners, but more of an experience at home.

You were still getting used to sitting at his side, the long dining table at the Kim house feeling unbalanced with Youngbin's seat still sitting empty across from you both. It was odd being on the other side now. You definitely had more of an appreciation for the food now that you got a glimpse at how it happened. Mrs. Kim certainly wasn't where Youngkyun got his culinary skills from. It was a little funny to see how frustrated he got with her in the kitchen, the only place where Youngkyun ever raised his voice or dared to contradict his mother.

He could be very commanding force when he got into chef mode. His presence much more assertive in the kitchen than almost anywhere else, but only in other people's kitchens. At home he was more... mellow as he cooked. You got to see sides of your husband that he probably didn't show to anyone else but it wasn't because you were special, you were just there.

You were just finishing up, setting the last plates on the drying rack when the next song caught your attention. You perked up then, turning to Youngkyun. He was softly humming along as he flipped something in the pan, not looking up until he felt your eyes on him.

"What?"

"I love this song."

You got one of his rare smiles then as he handed you the towel from his shoulder and turned the heat off on the burner he was using.

"I know."

He didn't say anything else as you dried your hands but when you were done, moving to fold the hand towel back where he'd had it, he offered you a hand. You stared for a second before taking it and then he was swaying with you in the middle of the kitchen.

"Alexa, turn the volume up please."

You spent the next three songs dancing through the kitchen and singing along together. Softly at first, as you each measured whether you'd get judged for it, and then louder as your confidence grew. That was the first time you thought that maybe, just maybe, you could be friends.

Youngkyun wasn't the man you'd planned on marrying since your parents first set you up in high school, but he wasn't so bad. Maybe you didn't have to go about this entire marriage as acquaintances. He didn't have to just be Youngbin's little brother. Maybe your husband could also be his own person, if you'd let him.

He never complains about the way you've rearranged his space, even when he spends ten minutes searching through the cupboards to find his favourite mug and ends up late or burns himself making dinner and can't find where you've moved the first aid kit. He never argues. Never even raises his voice at you. He just asks where you've put whatever he's looking for and sighs, but makes peace with that being where it goes now.

You got too comfortable with letting him in. Not because he takes too much but because he asks for too little. Somehow that's worse. He doesn't expect anything from you. He might be nice enough, might have gotten used to sharing his daily life with you, but you’re not friends. Not really. He's not emotionally invested enough in any part of your relationship to even say that much.

You're not trying to make him mad, not on purpose, but a reaction would be nice. Something. Anything. Just to let you know he was human. He never cares enough to get upset with you. Even when you mess up his whole routine. He doesn't even seem bothered enough to bring it up or ask you not to do it again.

"Is it because this is all temporary?"

"What?"

Youngkyun looks up from his book, glancing at you over the back of the sofa. He's stretched out with one hand folded behind his head and one foot on the floor, the other leg taking up almost the entire length of the couch. It doesn't look comfortable but then who are you to judge.

"You're not made of stone. You and I both know that."

He just blinks at you.

"So why do you never react to anything?"

He folds the corner of his page and tosses the book on the coffee table, sitting up to make room for you. You step closer, around the sofa, and take a seat on the other end. The way he watches you is cautious, measured, curious even maybe if you read into it a little.

"What do you mean?"

You sigh, hugging your knees to your chest as you curl up against the arm of the couch.

"You're not ever really happy or mad or upset. You just... it's always neutral with you. I know you have feelings. So why do you never show them? I mean I scratched up the non-stick on your favourite pan the other day and you didn't even get angry."

He raises a brow, leaning back as he studies you. "And what was I supposed to do? Yell at you? Throw a tantrum?"

"I- yes, no, I don't know."

"How was that going to fix it?"

"It wasn't." You admit. "It wouldn't fix anything."

"Then why would I blow up at you over something that was clearly an accident?" He seems frustrated now, like he's not understanding your logic.

"Because you're not made of ice Youngkyun. Because expressing what you're feeling is human. Because I can't read your mind and sometimes I just want to know how you feel about any of this, all of it, instead of always acting like everything is fine?"

He considers this. "You want me to let you in because it would make you feel better?"

You shrug. "It sounded less selfish in my head, but yeah. I'd appreciate it."

He leans his head against the arm of the sofa and closes his eyes. You'd assume the conversation was over but then he speaks again.

"Would this communication go both ways?"

You realize that for all you critize him, you've been doing the same. Bottling up every frustration and moment of appreciation since that first night here. You're doing exactly what you've been accusing him of.

"Maybe. Would that bother you?"

He laughs then, soft but it's so similar to his brother's that you know it’s genuine.

"I'm not Youngbin, y/n. I'm not going to be upset or hurt because something I do bothers you. I'm not going to blow up at you because I'm frustrated with all the work bullshit I'm not taking up with dad or my colleagues. I'm not an emotional firecracker the way you two were together."

"What do you mean?" It’s your turn to ask.

"I used to hear you through the walls you know. Youngbin's room wasn't soundproof. The way you fought..." He peeks over at you, the barest hint of a smirk on his face. "I used to respect the way you always clapped back at him. Never just sat down and took any of his crap."

You laugh then. You'd had no idea he'd heard your fights. You and Youngbin used to argue over every little thing. It was stupid sometimes the details you'd get into full on fights over. "I used to tell myself it was because we both cared so much." You admit. "All those feelings spilled over and made us clash a lot."

He shrugs. "You both definitely had a lot of opinions about things."

You shake your head. "We were toxic. You can say it. I love your brother, I'll always have a place in my heart for Bin, but we were never good together. The expectations and our parents always hovering murmuring about how our relationship was so perfect, I think it made us both resentful."

Youngkyun hums softly, tucking an arm back under his head as he listens to you. You don’t think you've ever told anyone this before.

"I'm kind of grateful he finally snapped and called it all off so I didn't have to. Not that this is... ideal exactly and I'm sorry it ended up getting you swept into our drama. But I'm glad I didn't marry him."

"I think that's the most honest thing you've said since you came back."

You meet his eyes then, and something's different. You shrug.

"If I can't be honest with you, then who can I talk to?"

He doesn’t answer, just shuffles over a little and pats the space between him and the back of the couch.

"Take a nap with me."

You don't move at first. He taps your thigh with his foot. It's the most you've spoken since your parents sat you both down to hammer out an agreement and prepare a prenup. Even that was more talking to them than each other. You sigh and crawl over. It's awkward at first. You and Youngkyun were never close for all the time you spent at their place. With his brother. He sighs.

"Relax y/n. I'm not going to bite."

It makes you laugh. "No? What if I like that?"

He buries his face in your shoulder and nips at your skin through the t-shirt you've been sleeping in. "This better?"

You yelp. "I take it back. Go to sleep."

He does, drifting off slowly. You lay there wondering how it's so easy for him. The trust. Sure, maybe he hasn't actually let you in yet or agreed to anything but he sleeps so soundly like you've known each other for ages. You let your fingers card through his hair. It's softer than you would have imagined. Longer than Youngbin's ever was while you were together. It soothes you more than you realize. You drift off too.

When you wake up you're tucked into the throw blanket you've added to the household and the shower is running. You sit up and move to check that it’s Youngkyun but then you hear it. He's singing. He always has music going, usually softly in the background, but it’s louder this time. You decide not to say anything, settling in for listening as you shuffle into the kitchen to make lunch instead. It's one of the few times he lets you get away with cooking anything. Probably for the best. He's the much better cook out of the two of you anyways.

It's almost infuriating how easy he makes it seem. His perceptiveness. You don’t see each other much, not with the hours you're putting in just trying to keep from drowning under the weight of catching up on everything Youngbin left unattended. When you do see Youngkyun it's usually so you can thread your arm through his and parade him around a work event. Networking with your arm candy again. Plying your flattery on your parents' business partners or promoting his newest release. Listening to Mrs. Kim's tea circle and book club ladies fawn over this or that recipe in Youngkyun's new cookbook. How handsome he looks in his latest tv appearance.

You step out of the shower every morning to find he's left you a plate of whatever he made for breakfast that day warming in the oven and a fresh coffee made just how you like it on the counter. He doesn't say much but he remembers, and his actions speak louder than either of you wants to admit. He's learning you, and you still know so little about him.

It's the disapproving looks of the church ladies, sitting in the corner knitting away as they prepare winter wear for the homeless while they rest their bones after Sunday mass and catch up, that really shames you. Not because you believe their words about how skinny and skeletal your husband is getting, how hollow his cheekbones are becoming as he wastes away due to your lack of feeding him properly, but because they make a point you can't ignore. Youngkyun is always taking care of you in such small ways and here you don't even know what he likes. Or doesn't.

"What's your favourite colour?"

"Hmm?" Youngkyun blinks at you, turning sway from the window.

You push away from the balcony where you've stepped out for a bit of fresh air and meet his confused gaze.

"Your favourite colour. What is it?"

He shrugs, hands slipping into his pockets. "Why do you want to know?"

"You know what foods I can't eat and how I take my coffee. I don't even know what you like, except that seafood is still firmly on your bad side." You admit.

"I cook for a living. Keeping track of people's culinary preferences is just part of the job."

You roll your eyes. "Kyun, please."

The nickname rolls off your tongue before you can think to stop it. He doesn't seem to mind, or notice.

"Blue. My favourite colour is blue."

You remember the brief glimpse of his old bedroom, the one time you'd lingered pacing in the hallway as you tried to decide how to tell Youngbin that you were leaving. The walls had been a soothing pale blue. All you'd caught before Youngkyun appeared in the doorway and closed it in your face was the soft colour, a deep contrast with his dark bedding, and the well-used guitar in its stand in the corner.

"Huh,"

Your husband lifts a brow, silently asking you to elaborate as he holds out a hand for you.

"It just seems fitting." You murmur, taking his hand and letting him lead you back inside.

You don't know him well enough yet to make much more of a judgement than to sit with this new information and acknowledge that it feels right somehow. Youngkyun is a calming presence in your life, especially at all of these parties and charity events. He keeps you grounded. Blue suits him in a way you're not sure you know how to voice.

You put your smile back on as Youngkyun lifts your hand from his to rest on his forearm, and you lean in to adjust the collar of his pristine dress shirt. He lets you, just stilling in place as you reach up with your other hand to brush a stray hair back behind his ear. It's getting long now and even when he slicks it back it likes to refuse to stay perfect. You prefer it the way he wears it at home, soft and free of product, tamed only by a headband when he's in the kitchen.

"Time to play at happy power couple again."

You sink back onto your heels and Youngkyuns arm slips around your waist. You've gotten comfortable with these public displays of affection in the last few weeks. It no longer feels so jolting. Maybe because you're used to brushing past each other in the condo now. It's not so different, the way he touches you in front of other people. Soft, light, like you always have a chance to step back or pull away. Not hesitant exactly, just as if he's always leaving you an out should you ever need it.

You're getting into a routine these days, your doting newlyweds act only becoming more convincing the longer Youngkyun is allowed to use his supposed feelings for you as a shield or excuse to get out of socializing.

You take a step back into the main room and he follows like he always does. Your husband is mostly here to act as your chaperone tonight, a figurehead for all of your schmoozing. You drag him along through conversations about golf, stocks, families and vacation homes, reports and work drivel as each audience demands to build your popularity around the office.

He doesn't argue, just lets you make all the decisions and shrugs like it doesn't bother him. Silently sticks by your side refilling your drinks and joining you for a few dances. He smiles when it's called for and adds a few anecdotes when necessary, smiling along as you campaign or as Mr. Kim introduces you to new partners and vips.

It never feels like a partnership. And maybe it isn't. Neither of you sat down and agreed to a peace treaty, just to get along until his father found a new successor and the business was stable again. He's a little more open with you now than he was before but still not quite human, not the way you'd like him to be. With everyone else he smiles easily. Chats about everything and nothing. Seems so vibrant and filled with life. With you, Youngkyun is quiet even now. Maybe you were expecting too much from your arrangement.

"Sorry I'm late." Your apology is paired with a sheepish smile as you lean in to press a kiss to Youngkyun's cheek.

It's nearly two months after the wedding before you finally meet his friends. When all of the rush slows down enough at work for you to have a rare night off to spend at the bar with them. 

He tugs the chair beside him out and helps you fold your blazer over the back, resting his arm along over top of it as you slide into your seat.

"Did you get caught up in another meeting?"

"Mm," you murmur, accepting the drink he hands you and leaning into his side. "Had to go through the last minute details on all the open projects before I'm unreachable for two weeks."

You've gotten used to the way he supports you, props you up and pulls you in. You're starting to feel like you belong here. It's dangerous to get so comfortable with him but it's the only way to make your relationship look real.

"The company's run just fine without you before, they'll be all right."

Youngkyun's surety makes you roll your eyes, knocking back a generous sip of the rum and cola in your glass. He sips at his beer and blinks at you.

"What?" You nearly miss the playful curl at the edge of his lip, the bare hint of a smirk.

"Thanks for all your faith in me babe."

"Oh I have no doubt you're the absolute backbone of the team sweetheart," Youngkyun purrs, leaning in to whisper in your ear. "I didn't say they'd be up to your standards. But they'll manage."

It's your last night in the city before you'll be flying out to Europe for Youngkyun's work, taking your turn being the supportive spouse for his career this time, and taking the honeymoon your parents can now afford for you both to spend enough time away to enjoy.

You shiver at his boldness, eyes narrowing. "Kim Youngkyun, you're playing a very dangerous game."

He just grins, the most genuine expressjon you've seen from him in a while and it takes you aback. How easily it comes. How much of his act he's pulled back tonight. The charm isn't a mask right now, it's purely him. You're not quite sure what to make of it.

"If there's no stakes, then what's the point?"

You sigh and nudge him with your shoulder. "Careful, you're starting to sound a little too much like Youngbin."

He just rolls his eyes, downing the rest of his drink and holding up a hand to wave his friends over as they walk in. You take the moment to observe him. Unlike his mother's assumption, he holds his liquor pretty well from what you've seen. He's bare-faced today and there's no red flush on his cheeks yet. No tell-tale signs that he’s drunk already. You sip your drink and smile softly as he stands to pull the first man into a hug and share an elaborate handshake with the other.

They're familiar, you have vague memories of seeing them at the wedding. They look different in casual clothing, outside of that setting. Maybe partly because you had been so focused on playing your part perfectly then, impressing the right people. You hadn't had much time for anything else, no room in your head around the lines you were busy rehearsing or refining.

They aren’t what you were expecting and it reminds you, once again, that you don't know your husband as well as he knows you. That you haven’t taken the time to get to know him the way he makes time to pick up so much about you. Still.

"You must be the beautiful new wife our Kyunnie has been gatekeeping."

You laugh and stand to reciprocate the hug offered to you next.

"That would be me."

Youngkyun huffs at your side. "I'm not gatekeeping. She's been busy."

"Too busy for us?"

You smile and take your husband's hand in a gesture you hope appears placating. "He's right. I have been running around a lot since I got back."

Youngkyun nods as you look up at him, squeezing your hand lightly.

"Yeah we heard you're the new Youngbin."

You roll your eyes then, stepping closer to Youngkyun. "Not quite. Something like that. It's been a bit hectic at work so I've been putting in a lot of overtime as we get things back on track. I've barely had time for Kyun lately."

That seems to be explanation enough for them. They take seats across the table from you both and you keep Youngkyun's hand in yours as you sink back into your chair while they get comfortable.

"I can't blame him for not wanting to share the little time we get together."

"He just likes the excuse to blow us off for a night in."

Taeyang is just the kind of person that fits Youngkyun's public persona. Bubbly, vibrant, friendly, a little sassy and full of little tidbits about all of their aquaintances. Words flow freely with him, especially after a glass or two of wine, and he seems to know everything about everyone.

You like him.

Chani is less outwardly warm but his smile is kind when he turns it towards you. He keeps Youngkyun on his toes. Sarcastic and biting yet never stepping over any lines. They bicker back and forth in a way that's so reminiscent of how you used to be with Youngbin. It makes you smile. The friend group isn't big, you know this isn't all of it but these are your husband's closest ones. You think they'd been his best men, a memory supported by the stories of their experiences at your wedding that they tell. You don’t get much out of the two men before Youngkyun shuts that topic down with red ears and his free hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck but it makes you glad that his few friends seem to be real ones.

You'd seen enough so called friends use and discard him for money, connections or the fame throwing his family name around could get them. It had been much the same when you'd been dating Youngbin. He was much the same way with how he approached people, the caution he takes until someone proves they're here for who he is as a person rather than what he can do for them.

Your new husband has few real friends and even fewer people in his life who see entirely behind the mask he wears everywhere. These seem to be two of them. Their dynamic and the conversation you mostly sit there, chin on your palm as you sip your drink, listening to flowing around you gives you much more of an insight into the person Youngkyun is. It goes a long way into humanizing him for you, this peek at the man they know outside of the four walls of your admittedly luxurious home.

You haven’t spoken a lot, he’s not a chatty man at least where you’re concerned, but that doesn't seem to keep him from knowing things. The way you like your coffee, your favourite flavours of tea, the scents you can't tolerate or foods you don't eat. He picks up on all of it. Now you have a few more tidbits of things Youngkyun likes and doesn't. Silly stories about his youth and a clearer picture of the man he's become since.

It wouldn't be a bad thing, considering he is your husband and knowing these little details about you means he makes your life easier every day without even blinking, except that you aren't supposed to grow to like him. You're supposed to be in this marriage for the optics, allies in repairing his family's reputation just long enough to secure the business deal his father needs your perceived happiness to close, and then you part ways. Despite your desire to find friendship here between you. Logically you know this, even as you continue trying to get to know him better anyway. Continue to let your curiosity about him get the best of you.

"Aren’t you glad you came to your senses and married the right brother?"

Chani's teasing has Youngkyun sobering, frowning as he turns to you. You only press a soft kiss against his cheek and brush your thumb over the hand he rests on your knee. That might have bothered you coming from anyone else but you can clearly see his friend only means well.

"I definitely made the right choice." You agree.

Youngkyun's face softens for a second at your words, the way you reach up to push the long curtain bangs back out of his face.

"Get a room!"

You both break away at the teasing. "Mm, we have two weeks to be cheesy."

He sighs and takes your hand as he falls back into conversation with his friends. "And neither of them to be annoying about it."

You all laugh at the pout on his face.

He makes it hard to stay impartial about your relationship and part of you wonders what would be so bad about leaning into that. Reciprocating. Until you remember that your marriage is just a means to an end for him, an anchor he never wanted, and that if you let him in even as a friend you’re the one who's going to get left out in the cold when it ends. For real this time.

[hyunsuksswife]

[slytherinshua]

YOUR DISTRACTING KISS

genre. fluff. warnings. a little profanity and a lot of kissing. hwiyoung flirting SKDJS HELP. ME. i don't think it's suggestive at all, but...? pairing. hwiyoung x fem!reader. wc. 948. request. no. a/n. ITS INSANE HOW DELUSIONAL I AM FOR THIS MAN LIKE IT DOESNT EVEN MAKE SENSE HOLY SHIT IM SO DOWN BAD IM SCREAMING EVERY DAY BCUZ HES SO SKDFJHSKD(@#*$(???????

You loved watching your boyfriend write songs. He liked to do things the nostalgic way— spending his time in an old car garage with a crappy sound system set up, an electric guitar and bass at his disposal. He wrote down lyrics in a little notebook. He said he got more inspiration for the song when he wasn’t staring at a computer. 

Youngkyun had already been writing for an hour before you arrived with coffee for him. Your heart raced whenever you stepped into the garage, sliding down the metal garage door after you stepped in. You had made a lot of memories with your boyfriend in this old garage. You had even spent some dates here, and participated in more than a few makeout sessions.

Youngkyun looked as stunning as always, but what you would never get tired of looking at was his long hair and bare face. There was no arguing that the mullet style suited him the most, and it drove you absolutely crazy to think about. Along with his rings, oversized t-shirt and 4 or so loose-chained bracelets on his left hand, he looked like a proper rockstar boyfriend. You slid the iced americano over to him, flashing him a smile which he mirrored.

“Thank you, baby.” He muttered, focusing back on the lyrics he was jotting down, taking a short break to sip the coffee. You sat next to him, watching him work for a few minutes before taking out your phone. You heard a frustrated groan after a while and looked up.

“Need a break from this— ‘fucking frustrating.” He mumbled, tossing the notebook onto the table. He looked over to you, grabbing your wrist to pull you over until you were sitting on his lap. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pushing some strands of his pretty hair behind his ear.

“You’ll get it eventually. You always do.” You reassured. Your hand lingered on his face, feeling his soft skin beneath your fingers. You traced his cheekbone and he sighed, closing his eyes under your touch.

“Just want a distraction for now.” He told you, leaning his head back to rest on the top of the couch. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and back down as he gulped.

“Pretty.” You whispered to yourself— ever enamoured by your pretty boyfriend and his attractive features; one of the most attractive being his neck.

His lips lifted at your comment, and he opened his eyes again to look at you, “I was the one who wanted a distraction, not the other way around.” He reminded you, teasingly smirking at the way you quickly brought your eyes back up to his face from where they had previously been focused.

“We’re both a distraction to each other. I have a shift in an hour…” You trailed off.

“And?”

“And it takes 45 minutes to get there from here.” You completed.

Youngkyun laughed, “Then I have 15 more minutes to be distracted by you.” He pulled your face down to meet his, starting to kiss you slowly. He had always been a passionate kisser, sincerity and warmth shown to you every time his lips touched yours.

“Guess I’m going to be late… Again.” You breathed in between kisses. Not spending too much time talking before finding Youngkyun’s lips again— they were too addictive not to want to keep kissing. His lips always tasted like the orange lip balm he used.

“Is that a problem?” He questioned, pulling your waist closer to him. You shook your head immediately, both of you giggling at the situation. Your boyfriend sighed as you slipped your hands into his hair, the gentle movements of your fingers folding through his locks massaged the tension from his head, relaxing him further.

He kissed your lips again, always soft and gentle with you despite his evident frustration with his work. He had been shown enough many times in the past that letting out his pent up frustration through gentler actions worked the best. He just needed relaxation and attention, and you were more than happy to provide both.

He wished he could have your lips on him all day, especially when you shifted yourself to be able to kiss his neck. Your plush lips pressed short kisses to the side expanse of his neck, slowly travelling towards his Adam’s apple. Once you pressed another gentle kiss to it, you pulled your head back up, untangling yourself from your boyfriend and finally standing up. You glanced at the time on your phone and let out a laugh, slightly short of breath from all the kissing.

“10 minutes late already. Not too bad.” You grinned at Youngkyun and he scoffed. He held your hand back, stalling a little longer until you had to leave.

He gave it a gentle, loving squeeze, “Thanks for the distraction. Can I take you out for dinner after work?” He offered, staring at you with such an adoring gaze. He was so in love with you it felt like he was going crazy.

“I’ll make sure I look pretty for you, then.” You responded with a smile, “Gotta match up to you somehow.”

He frowned, “You already look absolutely gorgeous, angel. Don’t look too pretty. I’ll get a heart attack.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You assured him, grabbing your bag and heading towards the garage door, “Love you!”

He smiled as he watched you leave, calling out that he loved you too before you shut the door behind you. He picked up his notebook again, fiddling with the pen before starting to scribble words down. Thanks to your little distraction, he had found the perfect lyrics to finish the song.

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[kgyeomiex]

Unpredictable

Pairing: Hwiyoung x reader

Word Count: 6.3k

Warnings: There aren’t any, at least not in this chapter.

Genre: bits of angst | Fluff 

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“Many things interested her, and nothing satisfied her entirely,”

One unexpected family visit turns into one big roller coaster ride. You were supposed to come to California to visit your grandmother, but one visit turns into meeting someone you couldn’t bear to be around… The more you wanted to be away from him, the more he showed up everywhere… Was it fate? Or a coincidence?

Previous Parts:

Part 1 // Part 2

Part 3 is here~ 

Masterlist

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"Where were you yesterday?!"

Your sister's voice rang out the moment she saw you, but all you did was stare her down, eyes still half-lidded with sleep.

First, you had just woken up. And if there was one universal rule that everyone should know by now, it was this: do not talk to you right after you wake up. It’s like an unspoken survival instinct—because, for some reason, every single morning, you wake up feeling like the grumpiest person alive.

And now, here she was, demanding answers before you even had time to process your own existence. Just hearing her voice sent a wave of irritation through you. It wasn’t personal. It was just mornings.

Without saying much to your sister, you removed your blanket, dragged your body off bed walked past your sister, and straight into the bathroom.

Right now, all you want to do is wake up and get yourself together. If your sister has questions, she will have to wait and ask later when you are fully awake and aware of what planet you are on.

“Y/N,” you felt your sister following right behind you... She was going to keep talking to you until you responded... In other words, she was probably going to ask you so many questions until you tell her to get lost...

You got to the bathroom and walked right in closing the door. Just as you were hoping your sister would leave you alone, she suddenly began to knock on the door.

“I won’t leave until you start speaking.” You knew you had to explain this to your parents, but when did your sister become one?

You rolled your eyes and grabbed your toothbrush.

~

Getting ready was much calmer than the chaos of waking up—at least at first. For a moment, you enjoyed the silence, the slow transition from sleep to full consciousness.

But, of course, that peace didn’t last long. The second you stepped out of your room, your sister was right there, waiting like a predator ready to pounce. Without missing a beat, she launched into an endless string of questions, bombarding you before you even had a chance to take a proper breath.

So much for a peaceful morning.

“Where did you go yesterday? How can you possibly leave me?” These questions were repeated over and over. Enough was enough.

“OKAY! First, you're not my parent to ask me where I have been so get off my back. Second, why does it matter where I went? You got home safe and sound and that’s all that matters,” you were going to keep beating around the bush just so you don’t have to explain that you met SF9... Your sister's obsession.

If she found out that you even encountered SF9 you could only imagine how her reaction would be.

“I know I’m not your parent and I’m glad I’m not, but I have every right to know where you went last night especially since you practically left me back there abandoned,” you sometimes tend to forget that your sister can be beyond dramatic.

“Oh, come on, it’s not a big deal... I was not going to wait outside forever for you to see your husbands live. What did you expect me to do? Stand outside and stay there for hours? Of course, not so I went out and explored,” you did technically wait outside throughout the whole concert, but your sister doesn’t need to know that.

“You couldn’t come back and meet me when the concert ended,” your sister continued to ask you questions and instead of answering you just walked off and left your sister to talk alone.

~

You had no idea how this kept happening, but somehow, every time you tried to enjoy some time alone… you ended up stuck with your annoying sister. Again.

This time, it was the beach. She had been dying to go, and of course, she wasn’t about to go without dragging you along. And now, here you were—trapped, reluctantly tagging along, forced into a beach day you never asked for.

The waves crashed against the shore, the sun beamed down, and people laughed in the distance. But all you could think about was how you had been kidnapped into yet another unwanted adventure with your sister.

“This time you better not go and disappear,” she doesn’t have to worry about that this time... You weren’t planning to meet any new people anytime soon.

You popped open the trunk, grabbing your bag and a chair, already dreading the effort ahead. With a sigh, you glanced over at your sister, hoping—praying—that she would help unload the rest.

But no. There she was, striking pose after pose, tilting her phone at different angles, caught up in a selfie session.

How were you two even related?

"So… how about some help here?" you asked, giving her a pointed look.

She met your gaze for all of two seconds, then—without a word—went right back to taking pictures.

Wow. Just wow.

You had two choices: be the bigger person and unload everything yourself or embrace the pettiness brewing inside you and take only your things, leaving her to deal with her own mess.

It wasn’t a hard decision.

With one last glance at your sister—who was still lost in her own little world—you grabbed your things, turned on your heel, and walked away. She probably wouldn’t even notice. Typical.

~

"Y/N!"

You glanced over your shoulder just in time to see your sister struggling to catch up, her arms overloaded with stuff. And just like that—whoops—something tumbled from her grasp, forcing her to stop and pick it up.

A smirk tugged at your lips. Karma.

Instead of offering to help, you simply turned back around and kept walking, enjoying the sweet satisfaction of her struggle.

By the time you found the perfect spot, you dropped your bag, immediately pulling out your towel and laying it down. The sun felt warm against your skin, the sound of the waves was relaxing—everything was finally falling into place.

"Y/N!"

There it was again—her voice, growing more impatient. But instead of acknowledging her, you carried on, adjusting your spot and making yourself comfortable, completely unbothered.

Eventually, she stomped up beside you, clearly out of breath and annoyed.

"Are you deaf?" she snapped.

You turned to her, flashing your widest, most innocent grin. "Nope, I heard you. I just chose to ignore you."

She groaned, rolling her eyes so hard you thought they might get stuck. "I need a new sister."

You simply leaned back on your towel, grinning to yourself. Too bad. She’s stuck with you.

~

Youngbin’s Point of View

After a long day of lying to the manager and somehow managing to sneak a girl back home who happened to not be a fan—we had pulled off more than we probably should have.

Surprisingly, we got away with it.

Since we had two concerts here in LA, plus a music video shoot coming up, the manager gave us some free time to go out and explore.

Honestly, I’m shocked he even let us leave the hotel room. But hey, I’m not about to complain.

“You know what I’m surprised about,” Jaeyoon says, looking at all of us as we walk into a beautiful beach.

“What?” I asked and before Jaeyoon could speak Sanghyuk interrupted and made a joke... As usual.

“That there is a handsome guy like me on the beach? I know...” The boys all gave him a glare and he just smiled.

“No, I’m surprised that we’re out in the free... With no manager...” Jaeyoon says and that’s when I suddenly felt the guys staring right at me and waiting for me to speak.

“What’s the catch?” Juho asks, crossing his arms and I instantly shake my head.

“There’s no catch... I just have to make sure nothing happens to us but other than that we’re free to have fun...” I know it does sound like there is something up but for once the manager was letting us have some type of freedom...

I have no idea why he suddenly allowed us to do this, but you know what I'm not going to complain I’ll just accept it...

“Who cares, all we need to worry about is taking a break,” the guys all threw their arms up in the air and cheered.

~

Your Point of View

"Where are you even going?" you asked, watching as your sister stayed glued to her phone, chatting away on FaceTime with her best friend.

"I’m going to sit in the car and talk to her because I have no privacy here," she said before walking off, leaving you completely alone.

First of all,... what? Does that even make sense?

You never bothered listening to her conversations because, frankly, they were never interesting. It was always the same topic—boys, boys, and, oh yeah, more boys.

Rolling your eyes, you turned your attention back to your book, ready to finally get some peace. You settled in, eyes scanning the page, sinking into the story until…

“WAIT FOR ME!”

“YAH, you’re taking too long!”

“Sanghyuk, did you put on sunscreen?!”

“No, because I don’t need it”

You tried to focus on your book, to lose yourself in the words, but all you could hear was complete and utter chaos.

First of all… why was the beach suddenly so loud? Just a few seconds ago, it had been peaceful calm, even. Now, it was as if the entire world had decided to erupt into noise all at once.

"Aigoo, Chanhee, you’re too young to understand," someone nearby called out, their voice barely rising over the commotion.

The noise wasn’t dying down. If anything, it was getting worse. With a sigh, you finally snapped your book shut and lifted your gaze, scanning the beach to find the source of the disruption.

That’s when you saw them.

A group of nine guys, scattered across two spots—some near the ocean, others closer to where you sat. They were laughing, yelling, running around like kids who had just been let loose. And they were loud. So loud that any hope of finishing your book in peace had officially disappeared.

You were about to roll your eyes and look away—until suddenly, your breath hitched.

Familiar faces.

Your body froze as realization hit you like a wave. You knew exactly who they were.

Oh

My

God...

The same guys from last night. They were here at the beach. The same time you were at the beach.

You froze for a moment, the realization slowly sinking in.

Without a second thought, you quickly glanced around, hoping to spot your sister. Please, not now… You prayed she wasn’t anywhere nearby. If she saw these guys, there was no telling what kind of chaos would unfold. Your sister would forget every ounce of dignity she had and lose it—you didn’t even want to think about it.

You couldn’t explain why, but you knew you had to do something. You couldn’t just sit there and let this moment slip away.

Without another word, you stood up, grabbed your stuff, and—strangely enough—found yourself walking straight toward them.

Before you could get any closer, one of them spotted you.

"Youngbin, isn’t that the girl from last night?" one of the guys called out.

Instead of answering, Youngbin’s eyes locked onto yours, his expression unreadable.

"I think it is," Youngbin said, his voice low but clear.

And just like that, you were standing right in front of him, feeling a strange tension in the air.

"So… we meet again," you said, your voice steady as you locked eyes with him. But then, from the corner of your eye, you noticed another familiar face.

What’s his name again? Youngkyun... Whatever his name was, you felt his eyes glued to you.

"Are you sure you’re not a fan? Are you sure you didn’t follow us?" The deep voice cut through the air, and you turned to find one of the guys staring you down. You still hadn’t figured out their names, but you’d remember his voice—it had that rich, almost commanding tone.

Okay, yes, this was looking bad. All of you just happened to run into each other again, but this time, it wasn’t because you were some overzealous fans. You hadn’t come to the beach to see them at all—your sister practically dragged you here.

How were you supposed to know they were planning on coming to the same beach at you?

"No, for the millionth time, I’m not a fan," you said, annoyed that they weren’t listening to the words that were coming out of your mouth. You were pretty sure no matter how many times you told these guys that, they would never, ever believe you.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it.

"Then what brings you here?" Youngbin’s voice was calm, but there was an intensity in his gaze that made you feel like all of them were silently waiting for your answer.

You took a deep breath, trying to stay composed despite the growing tension.

"Look," you started, your voice firm, "I was here on the beach before any of you showed up and disturbed my peace and quiet." You gestured vaguely toward the chaotic group. "But that’s not the point. The point is, I came here with my younger sister, and if I were you, I’d leave before she finds you all."

You were trying to be nice, trying to warn them before something chaotic happened. But at this point, you weren’t sure if they’d take your advice—or if your sister would just explode when she found them.

You love your sister and all, but you know how she is, and you don’t think you'll be able to calm her down the moment she lays her eye on them... To be honest, just thinking about the possibilities are scary and very risky.

“Where is she?” Youngbin asks, looking over to where you were sitting.

"She went back to the car to talk to her friend over the phone. It’ll take a couple of hours, but if she sees you guys, she will chase you down without a doubt," you explained, watching as Youngbin looked at Youngkyun. The two exchanged a glance before bursting into laughter.

Okay, what was so funny?

"What?" you asked, confused by their sudden amusement.

One of the guys turned to you, flashing a grin.

"Look, I know you probably came over to become friends, but if you wanted to hang out, all you had to do was ask, “Jaeyoon said casually, throwing an arm over your shoulder.

Wait. What?

Did they seriously think you were lying? And here you were, trying to help them avoid the chaos that was about to unfold, and now they were acting like you were the one who had come to bother them?

You bit back a sigh, a small smile forming on your lips, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

"You’re right..." you said, keeping your tone light. "I’m sorry to bother you boys. You all enjoy your day."

With that, you gently removed Jaeyoon’s arm from your shoulder, stepping back and walking away.

If they didn’t want to believe you, fine. But at least you could leave knowing you’d tried to warn them.

You headed back to your towel, your mind already made up. You laid down, opened your book, and let yourself drift back into the story, choosing to ignore the chaos behind you.

~

Your Point of View

"Where are you even going?" you asked, watching as your sister stayed glued to her phone, chatting away on FaceTime with her best friend.

"I’m going to sit in the car and talk to her because I have no privacy here," she said before walking off, leaving you completely alone.

First of all,... what? Does that even make sense?

You never bothered listening to her conversations because, frankly, they were never interesting. It was always the same topic—boys, boys, and, oh yeah, more boys.

Rolling your eyes, you turned your attention back to your book, ready to finally get some peace. You settled in, eyes scanning the page, sinking into the story until…

“WAIT FOR ME!”

“YAH, you’re taking too long!”

“Sanghyuk, did you put on sunscreen?!”

“No, because I don’t need it”

You tried to focus on your book, to lose yourself in the words, but all you could hear was complete and utter chaos.

First of all… why was the beach suddenly so loud? Just a few seconds ago, it had been peaceful calm, even. Now, it was as if the entire world had decided to erupt into noise all at once.

"Aigoo, Chanhee, you’re too young to understand," someone nearby called out, their voice barely rising over the commotion.

The noise wasn’t dying down. If anything, it was getting worse. With a sigh, you finally snapped your book shut and lifted your gaze, scanning the beach to find the source of the disruption.

That’s when you saw them.

A group of nine guys, scattered across two spots—some near the ocean, others closer to where you sat. They were laughing, yelling, running around like kids who had just been let loose. And they were loud. So loud that any hope of finishing your book in peace had officially disappeared.

You were about to roll your eyes and look away—until suddenly, your breath hitched.

Familiar faces.

Your body froze as realization hit you like a wave. You knew exactly who they were.

Oh

My

God...

The same guys from last night. They were here at the beach. The same time you were at the beach.

You froze for a moment, the realization slowly sinking in.

Without a second thought, you quickly glanced around, hoping to spot your sister. Please, not now… You prayed she wasn’t anywhere nearby. If she saw these guys, there was no telling what kind of chaos would unfold. Your sister would forget every ounce of dignity she had and lose it—you didn’t even want to think about it.

You couldn’t explain why, but you knew you had to do something. You couldn’t just sit there and let this moment slip away.

Without another word, you stood up, grabbed your stuff, and—strangely enough—found yourself walking straight toward them.

Before you could get any closer, one of them spotted you.

"Youngbin, isn’t that the girl from last night?" one of the guys called out.

Instead of answering, Youngbin’s eyes locked onto yours, his expression unreadable.

"I think it is," Youngbin said, his voice low but clear.

And just like that, you were standing right in front of him, feeling a strange tension in the air.

"So… we meet again," you said, your voice steady as you locked eyes with him. But then, from the corner of your eye, you noticed another familiar face.

What’s his name again? Youngkyun... Whatever his name was, you felt his eyes glued to you.

"Are you sure you’re not a fan? Are you sure you didn’t follow us?" The deep voice cut through the air, and you turned to find one of the guys staring you down. You still hadn’t figured out their names, but you’d remember his voice—it had that rich, almost commanding tone.

Okay, yes, this was looking bad. All of you just happened to run into each other again, but this time, it wasn’t because you were some overzealous fans. You hadn’t come to the beach to see them at all—your sister practically dragged you here.

How were you supposed to know they were planning on coming to the same beach at you?

"No, for the millionth time, I’m not a fan," you said, annoyed that they weren’t listening to the words that were coming out of your mouth. You were pretty sure no matter how many times you told these guys that, they would never, ever believe you.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it.

"Then what brings you here?" Youngbin’s voice was calm, but there was an intensity in his gaze that made you feel like all of them were silently waiting for your answer.

You took a deep breath, trying to stay composed despite the growing tension.

"Look," you started, your voice firm, "I was here on the beach before any of you showed up and disturbed my peace and quiet." You gestured vaguely toward the chaotic group. "But that’s not the point. The point is, I came here with my younger sister, and if I were you, I’d leave before she finds you all."

You were trying to be nice, trying to warn them before something chaotic happened. But at this point, you weren’t sure if they’d take your advice—or if your sister would just explode when she found them.

You love your sister and all, but you know how she is, and you don’t think you'll be able to calm her down the moment she lays her eye on them... To be honest, just thinking about the possibilities are scary and very risky.

“Where is she?” Youngbin asks, looking over to where you were sitting.

"She went back to the car to talk to her friend over the phone. It’ll take a couple of hours, but if she sees you guys, she will chase you down without a doubt," you explained, watching as Youngbin looked at Youngkyun. The two exchanged a glance before bursting into laughter.

Okay, what was so funny?

"What?" you asked, confused by their sudden amusement.

One of the guys turned to you, flashing a grin.

"Look, I know you probably came over to become friends, but if you wanted to hang out, all you had to do was ask, “Jaeyoon said casually, throwing an arm over your shoulder.

Wait. What?

Did they seriously think you were lying? And here you were, trying to help them avoid the chaos that was about to unfold, and now they were acting like you were the one who had come to bother them?

You bit back a sigh, a small smile forming on your lips, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

"You’re right..." you said, keeping your tone light. "I’m sorry to bother you boys. You all enjoy your day."

With that, you gently removed Jaeyoon’s arm from your shoulder, stepping back and walking away.

If they didn’t want to believe you, fine. But at least you could leave knowing you’d tried to warn them.

You headed back to your towel, your mind already made up. You laid down, opened your book, and let yourself drift back into the story, choosing to ignore the chaos behind you.

The deeper you got into your book, the more intense it became. Each turn of the page had you hooked, your eyes practically glued to the words until—

"Y/N."

You blinked, reluctantly tearing your gaze away to see your sister standing over you, finally back from her never-ending phone call.

"Wow, for a second, I thought you left," you muttered, barely looking up as you flipped another page.

She let out a deep sigh. "No, my best friend just went through a really bad breakup, and she was t—"

Silence.

Your brows furrowed as you finally looked up at her. Wait. Why did she stop talking?

One glance at her face, and you already knew. That look—the wide eyes, the frozen expression, the way she seemed on the verge of imploding.

Oh no. She saw them.

SF9. Just now.

"Y/N… Y/N… P-please, tell me I’m not dreaming," she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement.

You sighed, sitting up and casually glancing over at the group of boys running into the ocean like overgrown children, laughing without a care in the world.

"Stop. Don’t even th—" But before you could finish your sentence—

"KANG CHANHEE!!"

Her scream pierced through the air like a siren, echoing across the beach.

Every single one of the boys froze. Heads turned. Eyes locked onto your spot.

Well. This was happening.

You could step in and try to tame your sister, help those guys escape the chaos that was about to unfold…

But then again… they didn’t believe you earlier. And now?

Now, they were about to suffer the consequences.

Sucks for them.

With a smirk, you leaned back against your towel, flipping open your book once again.

Silently you grabbed your book and laid back down. Your sister was running to the boys and instead of watching all of this happen, you decided to mind your business.

“CHANHHE!!” You tried to read but you were pretty sure you heard your sister scream.

Oh, these boys...

You glanced over to see the mess that was being made and you saw how the guys looked so petrified. They were all running in different directions, but your sister was mostly aiming for Chanhee...

Something inside of you felt like you needed to do something, but you continued to think back at how the boys treated you... Did they really need your help?

One side of you was telling you to mind your business and carry on with what you’re doing but the other side said something completely different... It was telling you to get up and go control your sister and if you can’t do that then go find a way to help them.

As you hesitated a bit you closed your book and sighed.

Why are you even bothering to help?

You sat up and slowly got up on your two feet. Your sister was out of control. She had her phone out grabbing on the boys trying to take pictures with them by invading their personal space.

Aish... As you were walking closer to your sister suddenly the situation became more chaotic than you thought...

Just when you thought you had to help these boys control your sister, you suddenly noticed more teen girls approach the boys. Oh wow...

This whole situation was about to turn worse than it was just a few seconds ago.

They were now crowded by young teen girls hovering over them asking them for pictures and attention. Wow... Do you even want to go and help now?

Probably not... But even though you didn’t want to, you knew you had to.

What can you possibly do to keep these girls distracted... You silently stood there thinking and thinking... Okay, now you have to reflect on the conversation you have had with your sister...

What group did your sister mention that she liked besides SF9... As you tried to gather your thoughts you suddenly remembered a group and decided to take a risk.

Shit if only you paid attention to your sister more you wouldn’t be struggling over here... You thought over and over and as you began to reflect you suddenly remembered a group that has been talked about a lot...

What is that damn’s group name.. RIGHT!

“Oh my god is that BTS!” You shouted and you looked around and pointed to a random group of guys.

As soon as the fangirls heard BTS, everyone looked over at you and then at the direction that you were pointing. They all ran over to the random group of guys and without thinking twice even your sister ran which was quite a shocker. However, instead of standing there and thinking about what just happened you grabbed your things and ran over to the boys.

They were all gathering their things getting ready to escape. As soon as you approached them they looked startled and then calmed down a bit when they saw it was you.

“I have no idea why I am even doing this but... I am going to help you all out of here before those girls realize BTS is not here,” you said looking at them, and then Inseong spoke up.

“I don’t know about the boys, but I will apologize on my behalf for not believing you,” Inseong speaks up and says looking right at you. To be honest you were shocked to hear such words from any of the boys.

“Look... We can talk about this another time or not, but if you don’t want to continue getting mobbed I suggest we all try to escape.” You have no idea how on earth you were going to escape with all of them...

Maybe you should have thought of a plan before trying to help them out...

“Uh... I’ll think of something just to follow me,” you said looking at the boys they looked unsure but as they took one look over at the group of fangirls they didn't hesitate after that.

As you all were speed-walking away from the beach, you pulled out your phone and quickly asked for an Uber.

Right now you need to help these boys all escape... You were hoping it was big enough for all of them... As I looked at your phone you noticed that you had to wait 5 minutes... Holy shit, there is not enough time to just stand here and wait...

You looked around and spotted a random woman smoking outside her car...

What the hell are you even thinking...

Desperate times call for desperate measures...

“Excuse me!” You walked over to the lady, and you could feel the boys following behind you.

“Um... Can I help you?” She asks confusedly as she drops her cigarette to the ground.

Shit... This was extremely risky to ask but you were willing to ask regardless...

“Look I know this is stupid of me to ask but I am willing to take the chance to ask you if I can borrow your car right now... it’s urgent,” you said looking at the lady and you continued to stare at her waiting for her to say something or do something but all she continued to do was stare at you.

“You want to borrow my car?” She asks basically repeating what you just asked.

“Yes...” It’s too late now to back away from this conversation.

“Um...” she looked behind you and noticed all 9 standing right there. The both of you looked over at her car and she began to hesitate.

This was such a bad idea...

“Look I’m sorry it was s-” Before you could finish with your train of thought she cuts you off.

“Sure why not, just as long as you bring it back later. I’m about to meet up with some friends and I’m probably about to drink so I’ll give you my address and you can drop it off tomorrow,” she pulled out her phone and you looked at her completely shocked.

What?

That really worked?!

She gave you her address and before you knew it you made all the boys go into the minivan. Although not all of them were able to fit, they had no choice but to sit on each other's laps.

You ran over to the driver's seat and in a matter of seconds, you were off driving far as away as you could.

Why is it that every time you bump into SF9 something crazy happens... You have a strange feeling about them...

~

To Be Continued. 

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