Times Like This Im Glad My Name Has Eight Letters

times like this I’m glad my name has eight letters

your moans would sound nice

(3racha x afab!reader)

!100 follower special!

description: one sentence leads to...something interesting

warnings: smut, slight talks ab sexual fantasies, reader likes to be a brat to chan, dirty talk, oral(fem and male receiving), recording of moans, deepthroat, multiple orgasms, chan being a voyeurist, cumshot on face, slight overstimulation, creampie.

wc: 3,000+

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"okay now, where did that come from?" I asked as I laughed at what jisung said, trying to make sence of what he just said. being close to 3 males, you'd think you'll get used to the perverted comments. but here I am, sitting in the little studio, with 3racha. changbin was the one to invite me, saying to come hear some parts of the tracks they've been working on. all was going well, hearing and talking about the tracks, saying what they are going to add or might add. when then, out of nowhere, jisung just had to make a comment.

"your moans would sound nice on this track." he said. I choked on my spit and looked at him with bug eyes. "what? you have a nice voice, we've all heard you sing before, and, I might add, you always moan when you eat." jisung said, trying to justify. I looked at the other two men in the room. "okay first off, food moans and sex moans are different. and second off, you're just gonna let him say that?" I asked, throwing my hand out to signal to jisung, who was sitting beside me. they giggled but scolded the younger male anyway, "jisung, that was inappropriate." chan said, turning his head back to us as changbin leaned over past me and playfully slapped the back of jisung's head.

"yes it was, but you know it's true!" jisung said, pointing his finger at chan. I looked at chan, as we made eye contact, I could see the blush start to form across his cheeks and ears. I felt my jaw fall open, "you think so too!" I said in shock. chan didn't say anything, just turned around and clicked around on the computer. "oh my god." I laughed out loud and looked at changbin, waiting for his response.

"with all due respect, I agree as well." changbin said, before taking a sip from his water bottle. I leaned back on the couch and sat there in disbelief. the three guys, whom I've been friends with for awhile, who I felt like I could tell them almost anything, have thought about my moans. then that when it hit me. 

"wait, so have all three of you have had the thought of having sex with me? like you guys fucking talked about it with each other? how else would the three of you, all agree about that out of thin air." I said, making eye contact with jisung, knowing he'd be the one to give it away the easiest. jisung opened his mouth but didn't say anything. "you guys are fucking perverts." I said, laughing. "how can we not? like if we weren't really good friends…I'd fuck you in a heartbeat. hell, i'd do it now, with your consent of course." changbin said in a dark tone. I felt myself blushing at his words but I kept eye contact with him.

that's when chan decided he wanted to make a comment, still facing the computer screen.

"I mean can you blame us, you're beautiful- god like even." he said before continuing on with, "plus, I know us guys aren't the only ones who are perverted. you can't say you haven't thought about us in that way either." he turned his chair around to face us, with his head tilted to the side a little. I don't know if it was the feeling of the room, what changbin had said or the way chan was looking at me, but I could feel my stomach twisting. I knew I was getting turned on.

I looked down at the ground with blush on my cheeks, trying to come up with what to say. "oh, so you have? you want to share it with us?" chan asked as he rolled his chair closer to me. chan placed two fingers under my chin and lifted my head up. "tell us, baby?" he said in a low voice. I narrowed my eyes, "no, I don't think I will. how about you tell me what you guys talked about?" I said in a tone I know best, while also trying not to sound like I was affected by what was happening. though it didn't work as they chuckled at me.

chan slowly brought his hand to cup my jaw and quickly squished my cheeks. "seems like we got a bit of a brat on our hands, boys." chan said to the other males in the room. jisung scooted closer as changbin pulled my hair back a bit and leaned in. "how about we show you instead? is that okay?" he said, inching closer to my neck, waiting for my response before doing anything. my thoughts were becoming jumbled so I nodded. "we need a verbal answer, y/n." jisung said. god, I've never heard his voice that low before. I felt my eyes flutter and my body shudder. I locked eyes with chan once more, 

"do your worst." was my answer. 

within seconds, changbin was kissing my neck, jisung was groping my chest, while chan and I were making out with his hands on my thighs. I didn't know who I wanted to touch first, everything was so overwhelming. all I knew at that point was pleasure and that I was a moaning mess. I placed my hand on changbin's thigh and the other on jisung's, making my way to their crotch. both moaning at the contact. "shit, you already got me hard baby. you feel it throbbing for you." changbin said, placing his hand on top of mine, putting more pressure. I cupped my hands around both of them and rubbed them through their pants.

"ah fuck." jisung said, bucking his hips up. chan hands went up to the top of my sweats as he nibbled at my lip. "let's get these off you." chan said once he pulled away. I lifted my hips a little to help get my pants off. once off, chan got out of his chair and onto the floor. chan grabbed me under my knees, and placed my legs over the other members' legs. "look at you, already so wet for us." he said, as he slid his hands down my thighs to my cunt as I moaned. 

as chan was teasing me through my underwear, the other two worked together to get my hoodie and bra off. jisung kissed his way down from my collarbone to my right nipple, before taking it into his mouth as changbin did the same to the left. "oh god." I  said as I moved my hands back to their thighs to grip. chan pushed aside my underwear and ran his fingers up my slit, collecting my juices and popping them into his mouth and moaning. I arched my back at chan, needing more. "more." I breathed out. chan removed his fingers from his mouth and moved his head closer to my cunt.

"yeah, you need more. you smell so good, baby." chan said, before licking up from my hole to my clit. my hand went immediately to his curly hair as I moaned once he began to eat me out. jisung's hands met my thigh and started groping in random areas. changbin popped my boob out of his mouth and played with it with his fingers. "so good, just for us." jisung said, once he let go of my other boob. "yeah, you would let us record your moans, right baby?" changbin said, turning my head to face him. I nodded as I tried to answer, but chan pushed two fingers into me. I moaned loudly and threw my head back. changbin moved my leg to chan's shoulder, got up and went to the computer, messing around with it before coming back.

changbin took off his shirt before sitting back next to me. I brought my hand to his chest, up his neck. I pulled him in for a kiss as jisung started to mark up his side of my neck. changbin pushed his tongue into my mouth, instantly gaining dominance. I felt chan slowly add a third finger as he sucked on my clit with his other hand gripping my thigh tightly. I broke the small make out session and moaned, feeling the knot get tighter as he curled his fingers up.

"oh fuck, I'm gonna cum." I said as I turned my face into changbin's neck. chan thrusted his fingers faster into me. "cum for us, it won't be the only time you cum today." I heard jisung say before he nibbled at my ear, right as I felt my climax hit me. I cried out from the pleasure. "good baby, good fucking baby." chan said as he slowed down his fingers to pull them out. it was silent for a bit as I came down from my orgasm. "what's next?" I said, looking at all of them.

"take your underwear off." changbin said, stand up to remove the lower half of his clothes as jisung did the same. I hooked my fingers around my underwear and slid them off. "you're gonna suck jisung off as changbin fucks you, but don't make him cum yet, if you want him to fuck you as well." chan said as he stood up and pushed pants low enough to free his cock. he sat back in his chair and stroked his cock. I watched him as I felt myself clench. "you'll get me later, baby." chan said, motioning his head, silently saying to focus on jisung. I moved to face jisung as he sat back down on the couch. 

I brought my lips to his and made out with him a little as I felt changbin come behind me. placing his hands on my waist, he moved me how he wanted. on my hands and knees. jisung pulled away, sat up and placed one leg under him and placed the other on the floor. making me come face to face with his cock. pretty cock, average length and slender. I immediately brought a hand up and licked the tip of his head before licking the underside, from the bottom and back up. as I placed my lips around jisung's cock, l felt changbin pushed his cock over my slit. making me moan as jisung brought his hand to my hair and pushed me further on his cock. 

"fuck, her mouth feels so good." he said, before looking down at me. as we made eye contact and he said, "I don't think I'm gonna last long enough to fuck you." already out of breath. I whined around him, he threw his head back and moaned. changbin aligned his cock and pushed into me with a groan. god, he felt so big. I popped jisung out of my mouth, "oh fuck changbin." I moaned out as he stretched my pussy. "next time, baby. I'll fuck you. but right now, just let me fuck your throat, okay?" he said, looking back down to me. "promise." I said with big eyes, as I licked up his cock again. "I promise." jisung said.

as changbin had bottomed out, I put jisung's cock back in my mouth and put my hand down. I bobbed my head as changbin slowly started to thrust into me. "ready for me to pick up the speed baby?" changbin said. I nodded my head the best I could with cock in my mouth. changbin steadied himself better before pounding into my cunt. jisung gripped the back of my head and started moving his hips as well. I moaned loudly as I felt tears prick from the changbin slamming into me and jisung making me deepthroat him.

"how tight is it, binnie?" chan said from the sideline. "so fucking tight, so good, always clenching around my cock. god, I could get use to fucking this tight hole all the time." changbin said, gripping my hips tightly. I clenched around his cock at the thought of fucking them all the time. "you like that idea baby, letting us use you whenever." changbin said, before slapping my ass. I moaned around jisung, who was already a moaning mess- just like me. 

the sound of slapping skin, moans, and sometimes gagging were the only sounds in the room. jisung stopped his hips and let me take over, once he felt himself getting closer to his climax. "make me cum." he said, removing his hand from my head. I brought my hand back up and jerked him off as I kept sucking. changbin thrusts were becoming slower, but more hard. making me push further onto jisung's cock. I felt jisung twitch in my hand. "oh fuck." jisung moaned out as he came, lighty moving his hips forward. his cum entered my mouth, making me inherently swallow it. 

jisung pulled away, fucked out and out of breath. he sat down on the couch and watched along with chan, changbin fucking me. changbin still going at a slow pace with hard thrusts. I felt like a ragdoll, like jell-o. I couldn't even lift my head. so much pleasure from just changbin's cock, without stimulation to my clit. god, did it feel so good. or so I thought. I cried out, my arms giving out from under me as changbin found my g-spot. "right there, binnie. oh fuck." I said, as I rested my head on jisung's leg.

I made eye contact with chan and couldn't look away. him just sitting there, shirt lifted up some, hand slowly stroking his cock to changbin fucking me still. that I could watch all day, he looked so fucking good. chan knew that too with that stupid smirk on his face. he gripped his cock a little tighter and pulled his hand up his cock once more, throwing his head back as he moaned and I whined out the sight. feeling myself get closer and closer, I lifted my body back up and brought my hand to my clit. 

"fuck, changbin. I'm so close." I said as I closed my eyes. "I am too baby." changbin said. "faster please." I whined out, as I wanted more- needed more. changbin did as I said, both of us moaning with each thrust. I pressed down more as I circled my clit. I arched my back and felt the knot break inside me. "yes! fuck, oh fuck fuck." I chanted as I came all over changbin's cock. "so good for me, cumming all over my cock." he said, never slowing down, needing to get to his high as well. it only took a couple of more thrusts before he pulled out. 

"turn around, I wanna cum on your face." he said. I quickly did and stuck my tongue out. changbin stroked cock a couple of time before his cum shot out on my face. he groaned at the sight as he placed his cock on my tongue, to put the last little beads of cum there. "fuck." he said, looking at my face. "you're so pretty like that." he added. chan handed changbin some tissues so he could wipe his cum off my face.

once that was done, I looked over to chan- who was still fisting his cock. "are you gonna come fuck me or just your hand?" I asked, chan laughed and stood up. he walked over to me as changbin, who was now where underwear, took chan's seat. "why do you talk to me like that? but you're so nice to changbin and jisung? huh baby?" chan asked in a mocking tone, looking down at me. "you just got that face I wanna talk back to." I mocked back, chan lifted his eyebrows. he looked me up and down before taking off his shirt and pants. 

"stand up." he said, grabbing my arm before I could act. he moved me and sat down in my place. I tried to sit on him, but he grabbed my hips. he quickly spun me around to face away from him. he pulled me onto his lap. "I wanna face you." I whined out. "should have thought of that before you made that statement." he said in my ear. I leaned my head on his shoulder as his hands gripped me from under my thighs. he pulled me up, "put my cock in your tight cunt." he said. I grabbed his cock and pushed him inside me. he had more girth and similar length to changbin. I moaned at the feeling of being filled up again. I felt myself shudder at the pressure of overstimulation.

it didn't last long though. as soon as I was half down, chan thrusted up and started pounding into me. I cried out for what seemed like the 100th time. in this position, he was hitting my g-spot perfectly. "oh god." I said, trying to hang on to anything. my left arm went to the back of chan's head, pulling at his messy curls. "not god, just me fucking you open." chan said with a laugh. "oh shit." I said, as I felt my 3rd orgasm quickly. I tightened around chan's cock. "what baby? you about to cum so soon? I haven't even fucked you that long." chan said, looking at me and noticing the tears in my eyes.

"awe, look at you crying, is it because you can't handle being fucked with a cock by more than once." chan said with a fake sympathetic look. I shook my head in disagreement. his look quickly darkened, "oh, you can. then cum for me, all over my cock. you can handle me till I cum, right baby?" he said, I nodded. his words triggered my orgasm, I felt like I lost control of my body. chan just kept up his deep thrusts as I creamed all over his cock. 

"you look so good like this y/n, I can't wait till next time." I heard jisung say. "me too." changbin said casually, like they were having a basic conversation. that's all I heard, I couldn't even focus on them long enough by how chan was fucking me. "god, channie. you stretch me out so nicely. both, you and binnie." I whined. "yeah? I bet you love this so much." chan said, as his grip tightened on my thighs. "oh fuck." he moaned, he slammed his hips up once more before stopping. he pulled me up and off his cock as I whined out a no. "I'm just turning you around baby." he said, helping me turn to face him.

now facing chan with my legs on either side of him, I gave him a quick kiss. he held his cock and I sank down, making both of us break the kiss and moan. he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close, resuming the pace he was originally at. I pushed my head into his neck as the overstimulation started to feel like pleasure again. I placed my lips on his neck, sucking at his neck. "shit baby, keep tightening around my cock and you'll make me cum." he said in a low voice. those words made me start pushing my hips to meet his thrusts. "oh look at that boys. I think someone wants to be filled up with cum. changbin, maybe you should have came inside. make this little cunt all messy." chan said, making me moan. he moved his hands to grip my waist.

"please cum in me chan. I want it." I said, popping up my head to look at him as I bounced on his cock. chan closed his eyes and leaned his head back, moaning loud. I placed my hands around behind his head and pulled him into a kiss. he moaned into the kiss as his thrusts started becoming more sloppy. I pulled away from the kiss and looked in his eyes. "cum channie, I'll be good and keep it all inside me for you." I said as I felt my fourth climax approaching. 

my words made chan moan and slam his cock deeper in me. his moans became high pitched as he got closer to his high. he held me in place once more and kept slamming his cock as his high was quickly approaching. "cum with me baby." he whined, before slamming his into me once more. cumming hard and deep inside me, filling me up with his hot seed. making it trigger my last orgasm. we rode each other's orgasms out with small moans and movements. we sat there for a moment, catching our breaths. my head fell on chan's shoulder as I felt tiredness fill my body.

chan helped me off his cock and I sat in the middle of chan and jisung. changbin and jisung had put their clothes back on sometime when chan and I were fucking. chan got up and grabbed some more tissues and handed them to me. once I was cleaned up, I put my clothes back on and so did chan. I leaned into jisung, putting my head on his shoulder.

"okay." jisung said, gaining the attention from us, "I know this is gonna sound weird, but why is chan and y/n fucking so hot though." he said. I shot my head back up. "oh that's the weird thing, but not you saying my moans would sound good on a track tho. makes so much sense!" I said, throwing my body back against the couch. making the boys laugh at me. "you worry me sometimes, ji." I said. 

"it's not my fault you both looked and sounded hot fucking, y/n." jisung said, leaning back with me. I rolled my eyes and put my hood up so I would have to look at him. "he's right, you know." changbin said with a playful smile. "changbin!" both me and chan said with rosey cheeks, making changbin laugh.

"what? the way you two were talking and fucking was such a turn on." changbin said. "thank you!" jisung said. "if you're both hard again, fuck each other or fuck chan. I'm too tired and would be glad to watch that show." I said with a smile, knowing that will get them.

a small chorus of my name and 'whats' filled the room. 

"what! chan asked earlier what I thought about? it was one of them! ya'll watched me get fucked, why can't I do the same and watch ya'll." I defended. chan shook his head with a smile on his head as Changbin rolled his eyes and turned around in the computer chair. silence filled the room.

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"I mean y/n's got a point."

"JISUNG!"

blacklist }} p.sh (m)

>>summary: you're usually a good girl. you stay out of trouble, do your own shit, and mind your own goddamn business. but when you're suddenly blacklisted by Park Seonghwa, all of that is quickly forgotten

>>pairing: park seonghwa x reader

>>genre: enemies2lovers hints idek. fluff kind of, badboy seonghwa, use of social media, etc

>>word count: 5.3k

>>warning: oc's potty mouth, lots of cursing, half of ateez are assholes, invasion of privacy, blackmailing but not really blackmailing, suggestive remarks, let me know if there's more. also not really smutty. just some mature topics. Y'all, I'm sorry for the scrolling!! accidentally removed the "keep reading" shit and didn't even realize it--whoops.

Park Seonghwa; he's nothing but some guy who happens to be blessed in the looks department, with an access to daddy's credit cards. Boooring. But everyone around here seems to listen to his words--his opinions, like it's the gospel.

For fucking why? You don't know, you're still trying to figure it out yourself, but believe it when you say it's ridiculous.

You've been staring at the computer screen for legit 20 minutes now, still unable to process everything--just as baffled as you were when you first opened up the page: Park Seonghwa's Blacklist. And there you are, your name sitting at the top in a fat, bold, and thick font as his most recent post. You can't believe it... you're officially blacklisted.

You'd be lying if you were to say you weren't warned. No, you just didn't think it'd actually happen--that he'd actually do it. Over something so petty, too!

It was maybe a little over a week ago, when you and your friend were lining up for the annual career fair. You know, an opportunity--a chance, to talk one-on-one with an actual representative from a company or any sort of working field so you can get somewhat of a jumpstart, just so you didn't feel like you're wasting your college experience away. Anyways! Everything was going good, until Seonghwa and his group of dipshits, you mean his friends, showed up and literally sucked the life out of everything and everyone there.

The line was so fucking long, you would've thought people were getting paid to be there, but no. Apparently, many other students felt the same exact way you did, and so the event ended up being a clusterfuck. You and Sumi stood in line for almost two hours already, so close to finally securing a booth, until Seonghwa and the shitheads suddenly cut in front of you guys.

Of course, had it been any other times, you would had let it slide. You're usually not one to pick a fight, and the last thing you want to do, is mess with Park Seonghwa: the campus's heartthrob and apparently everyone's favorite--a mystery that will go unsolved. But you had a long day. You just managed to cram two exams in one night, you were walking on an hour of sleep, and you just waited in line for what felt like years, and now daddy's boy over here thinks he could just waddle his way into the front of the line and you'd say nothing? No, fuck that.

You lightly tapped on his shoulder--he also happened to be the closest one to you. But he barely even swiped you a look. No... like literally. He checked behind for like a second and continued on the chatter with his boys like you're a fly; an inconvenience. You cleared your throat as he obviously did not get the message, but second time's a charm, right?

You repeated your previous action, but this time your tap holding more power, yet it didn't even faze him. Even worse, he didn't even deliver at least a glance. And just as you were about to lose your patience--as if you had any left, Sumi tugged at your arm and gave you that look. That look as in, "I know you're about to pop off, but please reconsider".

Like you said, you think you're a pretty good student and daughter overall. You try to stay out of trouble, you do shit as they're supposed to be done, and mind your own business for the most part. And frankly, you were not even looking for a fight. They cut in front of you and your friend disrespectfully, and you just wanted to tell them it's not okay. Sumi understood this, but she also knew that you can be overly self-righteous, morally determined, and always feeling like you have to do the right thing; save the day. And especially when someone pushes your buttons, all these sides of you starts coming out from hiding.

"Excuse me, but me and my friend were here first. We've been waiting for quite a while, so we'd appreciate it if you guys didn't--" You liked to act tough, but now that all four of the boys have officially turned their attention to you, it felt like you have been backed into a corner. Their stares lingering and piercing with animosity.

"Aww, Hwa... what should we do?" Wooyoung playfully nudged the older boy, delivering his remark with a tone that made you want to lounge forward and slap the smirk off his annoying face. Jung Wooyoung. The name anyone with a vagina on campus would probably know, because he is a walking red flag in itself. His dick has a need of its own that has to be fulfilled every couple hours. You're not sure how it hasn't fallen off by now, but you have better things to worry about than his limp sausage.

Wooyoung's comment caused an even bigger, punch-inducing grin plastered so clearly on Seonghwa's face. Like he's thinking: finally, some good shit.

"We got a tough one, ay?" He raised an eyebrow at you, quite literally trying to work up your nerves, and it's working. Better yet, it's multiplied when you see the same stupid grin on all the boys like it's contagious.

"I don't want to argue, I just don't think it's nice, cutting in front of all these people who have been here before you guys." The accent in your voice is genuine and innocent enough, yet the audacity you had to even cause such a scene in the first place, sparked a little interest in Park Seonghwa; the fascination to see how far he can really push your buttons.

Wooyoung was about to say something again like he always does, but is stopped in place when the older boy placed a hand in front of him, signaling him not to. "It's fine, Woo. We can go to the back of the line. Kitty and her friend here probably needs the experience more than we do."

His snide remark caused slight chuckles to erupt from the group of friends; two in the back: San and Jongho, high-fiving each other. These bitches have the mental capacities of a ten year old, TOPS!

You knew you should be offended at Seonghwa's allusion to you and Sumi being some kind of charity case, and you are! But the nickname in reference to you, is just as insulting. Kitty? That's jail! No, actually, you think it'd sound cute, if it was coming from anybody else but Seonghwa and his friends. Like if it came from Hongjoong, the really cute and nice guy who's in the same major as you. You guys would occasionally share greetings, and bid goodbyes like you won't see each other ever again, only to run into him in your 8 a.m. class the next day. But you and your crush on Kim Hongjoong, is another topic for another day.

Sumi was just cowering behind you the whole time, watching the shitshow unfold in front of her, yet too terrified to say anything to back her own best friend up. Not that you'd ever fault her, or be upset, because you understood your own friend's timid-ness. You found it endearing, and that's what you're here for; to coddle and protect her when she's too afraid to do it herself.

"Excuse me?" Was all you could get out. Because how in the fuck do you even reply to that.

Seonghwa scoffed, and his friends followed with more giggles. What is this? Middle school?

"Let me guess..." He suddenly took a step forward, trying to close the space between the both of you. Retreat, retreat! "Broke college student surviving on ramen each day with no luck in landing a job yet? That's why you're here? Hoping you'll catch the eye of some internships, or perhaps higher-ups who'll want to offer you a position? Hate to break it to you, Kitty, but life doesn't work like that."

As if he knows how life works! Because that's exactly how things usually play out at events like this. But then again, it's Park Seonghwa. He's probably never even been to a career fair before, let alone even heard of the word. Well... this is your first time too, but you sure as hell knew what the fuck it means at least. You're willing to bet he barely grasped the definition of the word as soon as he stepped foot into the area.

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. He's dumber than you thought, and your expectations were very low to begin with. "And why are you here?" You taunted, closing up whatever amount of space was still left. You saw the way Seonghwa cocked his head, gaze biting deep into your own, and anticipating whatever you were going to say next.

"Let me guess..." Your wordplay and delivery mirroring exactly the way his did before. "Daddy cancelled your credit cards and told you to get a real job? That's why you're here? Hoping you'll catch the eye of some internships, or perhaps higher-ups who'll want to offer you a position? Because your parents pulled the plug, and now poor little Seonghwa have to look after himself?"

An inaudible gasp escaped one of the boys' mouth. You didn't know who it belonged to, but you knew for sure it happened. Seonghwa's brows pinched in, his expression unreadable and you hated how it made you felt uneasy--even though you still said what you said. But the several increments of silence after your response is broken by the devil himself.

"Uhhh... interesting." That was the only thing he said, but you could've swore you saw a more menacing reaction like a smirk, maybe even a smile. The feeling in your stomach turning inside out, hard to not feel intimidated or regretful of your decisions--fearful of the consequences, as unapologetic as you were.

Seonghwa had never thought you'd have as much bites as you do. He's ran into you on campus a couple times--even shared some classes with you in the past, but you were always so quiet, always so reserved, always so boring. Didn't think you'd have a mouth like that. Could've fooled him. But now, he wants to know more about what other things your mouth could do. And he makes it his mission to find out.

He saw the potential in your eyes, the way you didn't even spare it a second thought getting all up in his face just to prove a point. It activated something in him, and his body acknowledged the attraction, the core of his manhood throbbing a little. There's many things--a lot actually, that gets Park Seonghwa harder than a piece of steel, but he never thought a girl with some edge spewing insults in his face, would give him the same amount of gratification. And he thought he just might have to dig a little deeper into this newfound interest.

"I smell?!" You yell out, talking to the thin air in your room that's starting to become heated, probably from how much red you're seeing right now as you're scrolling through Seonghwa's post.

He's so full of shit, you think to yourself.

All of these things he's outed about you are borderline ridiculous. Not to mention, very untrue! Like he pulled all these facts out his ass and ran with it. No, actually, you're pretty sure he sat there and made all these crap up in a span of a few minutes from how low effort everything is. From his attempts to slander you, to even the extra explanations at the bottom that just quotes in a tiny font: "She just looks like she smells."

If he's going to drag you, you at least want to see him try. Not blacklist you for reasons like how you look like you smell, or how you're probably the type to put the milk in before the cereal. What in the fuck? And even if it's true, whatever you do with your food is your own goddamn choice.

But in all seriousness, you know Seonghwa can say some heavy shit if he wants to. You've seen it first-hand, and you've seen it with others who ended up exactly where you are now. You can't even really be angry, you're more just... amazed at how dumb it is. How petty, actually.

Park Seonghwa's Blacklist. The name and title is ominous, because well, to be blacklisted is to be ostracized. But really, it's just a list of a bunch of people on campus he's had a less than pleasant experience with. The whole concept is just an excuse for him to talk mad shit about anyone who poses as a threat to his already bruised ego.

Sounds harmless enough, except, you know some people who listens and clutch onto this man's words like he's the head of a cult. You knew one girl from your Information Systems class last semester; Jin Jooyeon who accidentally spilled water on one of Seonghwa's minion, Jongho, and got blacklisted just for that. Gossips and news spread like wildfire and the girl left the classroom the next day in tears. You felt so bad, you almost went to the head of the University and filed a freaking complaint. But that was until Sumi enlightened you that it wasn't going to do shit.

Seonghwa's dad is the chief executive and would probably do anything to cover his ass, so your letter in caps and a big red font will just end up being another email directed to the spam folder.

You're not much of an expert about what even goes around campus. You'd much rather spare your energy for what happens outside school hours. Like what game should you play this weekend, what TV show is on your next to-binge list after you're finished with assignments, or what should your latest blog post be about. So your knowledge of such thing is very much only a couple months old. But ever since, it's like you've stepped into a pattern of bad omens. It's absolutely unreal just how much you know about Seonghwa and his side characters now.

The next few minutes is spent browsing the remaining of his post, rolling your eyes every couple words here and there because you can't believe some people really eat this shit up. Nothing even remotely worthy of your time; most of it sounding like some middle schooler in their rebellious phase could've wrote this. Until you get to the last bullet point that really takes everything in your body and will to not get up from your chair and march all the way to your University's office just to ask for Seonghwa's address so you can go find him and shove a ten foot pole down his throat.

It's a bunch of pictures of you completely off guard and completely unsuspecting, just going on about your day. You know Seonghwa plays dirty, but you didn't think he'd play this low. He never took shots of any other students before. Did he fucking sent people to follow you around? Shit, someone could probably even be lurking inside your room right now. It makes you feel uneasy, your head twitching and turning, scanning the room as if somebody in disguise would finally magically reveal itself after you catching sight of nothing or no one--in your one room open space dorm; bed, kitchen and everything in the same area.

Okay, he's fucking with you at this point. But you're pretty sure taking pictures of somebody unauthorized is invasion of privacy. Is it illegal? That's debatable. But it definitely should be, as evidenced by how the patience you've been trying to hold in, is starting to break down and you're about to go into batshit mode. So you scroll back to the top of the post, not even bothering to read the comments (you don't need any further reasons to justify homicide) and hovering over the menus displayed; Home, Photos, About Me--ahhhh, there it is: Contact Me.

You've never clicked on anything so fast, nor have you ever read over a paragraph at the speed that you did, but the next thing you know, you're clicking on the "Chat with Me" button like you're going to win a prize for it. Something about a text along the line of "Chances are, I'm probably not going to reply but you can still try your luck ;)" flashed before your eyes, but not like you give a fuck. He's going to reply whether he wants to, or not.

y/n0898: hey daddy's boy, you there?

You wait in silence for about 20 seconds before a notification on the bottom of the screen pops up.

park_seonghwa: you called? y/n0898: that's an awfully fast response park_seonghwa: I was expecting a certain visitor y/n0898: don't flatter yourself park_seonghwa: I'm not. I just knew a certain kitty around here has claws y/n0898: don't call me that >.< park_seonghwa: you don't like it? I think it's cute y/n0898: it is. just not when you say it park_seonghwa: ouch... okay

He's throwing you off. You came here for one thing, not to have a conversation with Park Seonghwa.

y/n0898: why'd you made that post about me? And why would you send someone to stalk me and take those pictures? I demand it to be taken down park_seonghwa: you reap what you sow y/n0898: ??? okay?? that doesn't mean you go take pictures of someone unaware and post it on the internet, tf??! park_seonghwa: tell you what. I'll take the pictures down y/n0898: fucking please park_seonghwa: if y/n0898: if? park_seonghwa: you meet me tomorrow, inside the business building 7:30am y/n0898: that's it? park_seonghwa: that's it

That wasn't it, and you hate how you would even let yourself believe his words in the first place. Because before you could even process anything, he's already hauling you all the way to some dark janitor closet. His movements so smooth; like he knows exactly where to go and all the right things to do, almost like it's second nature to him--leading you to believe you're probably not the first girl he's dragged up in here, and probably won't be the last.

Taking the situation into account, as well as Seonghwa's reputation, you blurt out the first thing to pop in your head as soon as he's finished locking the door.

"I'm not going to suck your dick, Park."

Your comment catches him off guard, and he couldn't help but to let out a small chuckle. "That wasn't my intention, but you know unless you--"

"--my god, shut up. Shut up. Just tell me what you want and let's get it over with," You state, not wanting anything more but to get the fuck out of this small, dusty closet that's caving in on you, and sending all sorts of uneasy signals throughout your whole body. Probably because you think Seonghwa railed someone right in this very spot you're standing on, but you don't allow yourself to think about it.

It makes you feel dirty that you're even in here right now, alone with him. What would your best friend think when you were just talking mad shit about the man who's now only a few inches away from you, not too long ago.

Seonghwa begins making steps toward you, not that he has to make much efforts, considering how tiny the room already is. If he takes any more, your face would fall right onto his chest. You don't say anything, but he can sense how nervous you are; you swallowing down the pit in your stomach every now and then.

"Geez, Kitty. I haven't even done anything yet and you already look like you're going to cry." He smirks, just seeing how vulnerable your state is right now. Nothing alike to the smart-mouthed and spiky persona he encountered a week ago.

You don't know what provoked you; that stupid nickname that you wish came out of anyone but him, or the even stupider comment.

"Probably because some fucked out daddy's boy dragged me into a janitor's closet against my will after blackmailing me," You retort, your tone and language now much more closer to the girl that got herself into this mess in the first place.

And Seonghwa doesn't know either. If it's the way that even when it looks and feels as if he's finally gotten you under his hold, you never seem to crack. Or if it's that triggering nickname that has escaped your mouth one too many time past appropriate to not get his blood boiling.

You see the shift in his demeanor, a look in his eyes similar to the tales those close to you would always warn you about; menacing, cold, and serious--a lump in your throat comes into manifestation upon the realization that you should probably tone down the snarky remarks, knowing he has the advantage as of right now.

"And what's wrong with being a daddy's boy?" One of his eyebrows arches to tease, and you can sense the lump growing more aggressive.

"I-It's--" You're trying not to break in front of him, but your performance goes disrupted when there's a sudden buzz in the back of your pocket; your phone.

Seonghwa notices it too, and the tension lingering grows thick. He watches as you try to straighten yourself, detaching from his gaze and attention onto the source of the noise. But not before he beats you to it, reaching his arm around your figure and snatching your device in an animalistic way.

"Hey!" All potential anxiety that was once present within you, now all gone due to another invasion of privacy from the boy standing before you.

You lift your feet off the ground for a few seconds, even jumping slightly in an attempt to retrieve back what's rightfully yours, but the efforts goes unrewarded because Seonghwa is much, both stronger and taller than you.

You can only watch in defeat as he squints his eyes, trying to decipher whatever prompted that buzzing sound of notification.

"Your boyfriend?" He says casually, holding the screen up in front of you as you try to make out the message displayed on the lock screen.

It was a text, from Hongjoong. The name itself already sets off an awful shade of pink that manages to sneak upon the softness of your cheeks, and Seonghwa too, notices the chain reaction. He doesn't know whoever the hell this person is, but judging by how tomato red you are right now, this person must mean something at least.

Kim Hongjoong: Hey Y/n, you okay?

"None of your business." You take the opportunity to overpower him, hand quicker than you can even remember controlling, before your phone's already back in the palm of your hold.

Ignoring the fact that Seonghwa's still ogling with a watchful gaze, you go on to reply as if a certain evil and wicked presence isn't here right in the very same room. He can't really see what you're typing from where he's standing, but he sure can spot the little curve that seems to tug at the corner of your lips while you're talking to this Hongjoong guy. He doesn't even know why it's pissing him off. He barely even knows you, and you're both merely acquaintances--strangers even. But just seeing how you've been nothing but resentful to him, like as if you've written down every possible comebacks to counter anything he will say, but now so soft and merry for someone else, it kicks something in that male-driven ego of his. His words eventually slipping before he can really assess it. But then, when has he ever really cared about what leaves his mouth.

"Does your boyfriend know you're alone with someone else in the confinement of a janitor's closet? Doesn't sound like the best thing to fess up to at the moment," He throws, stuffing his hands into the warmth of his pockets. Something about the way he conveyed it, tells you he gets off of it. His tone is suggestive, as well as the annoying smirk that you hate to say, you're becoming more familiar with because he does it ever so often.

It causes you roll your eyes, sighing and shoving your phone back to the comfort of your back pockets. "He doesn't need to know. Not like we're doing anything wrong. Besides, you asked for me to come, and I did. Not sure for what fucking reasons, but can we get this over with? I have class soon, and better shit to do." You're not denying nor confirming what Hongjoong is to you, but also because Seonghwa doesn't deserve to know the current status of your guys pending relationship.

"What kind of shit?" He asks, and a scoff of disbelief departs from your mouth. You really said all of that, but it's like Seonghwa only chooses to listen to what he wants, blocking everything else out that isn't worth an acknowledgement.

"Shit's that better than being in a foul smelling closet with a boy that's even worse than the stench."

Seonghwa laughs, embracing the fact that although you do something that grates his nerves, he's more amused at the sheer audacity you have, to have said some of the most absurd shit he's ever heard come out from a goody-two-shoes. He still can't help but to wonder if that something has to do with this guy, Kim Hongjoong.

"Fine, you can go." He takes a step back, creating a large empty space between the both of you.

You raise an eyebrow at the sudden yielding. "I can?" Not going to lie, you were expecting for him to put up a much stronger fight.

He nods. "Or, unless you want to do something else--"

"--no please, god no. I'm getting the fuck out. But wait... you really asked to meet, for this...?" You call it "this" because you're not even sure what the correct matching term is.

"Just wanted to get to know you more, Kitty. That's it." He smiles, but you don't let it get to you, because for all you know, there's probably a sinister intention behind that stupid handsome smile.

"Okay, well... bye." You try to head out, only to be pulled into Seonghwa's embrace as you're faced against his chest.

"Wait." He signs, his index finger up in front of his mouth, telling you to hush, before peaking his head out the small crack of the door to check if you guys are in the clear.

"Go first, I'll come out after." And before you can even agree, Seonghwa had already pushed you out into the empty and echoing hallway. You look back at the door just one more time out of curiosity, before shaking your head and trailing to the first class of the day.

Maybe it's because you're still thinking about what the hell just happened back there; how you were alone with Park Seonghwa in some tight space for a humble few minutes, or because you're also theorizing whether or not he'll actually take down the post and pictures, but either way, you're very much consumed by the stream of thoughts.

You haven't even fully taken in the surroundings, until you bump face first into another body; that sweet, but manly scent of vanilla traveling up the brink of your nose, your heart reacting to the familiar aroma by doing a flip. And when you look up, of course it's no other than--

"Hey Y/n!" The boy in his bright red hair and black glasses--that's more for cosmetic purpose than for the enhancement of his eyesight, greets.

"Hey Hongjoong!" You welcome back the excitement of his with your own, maybe even more.

"I was looking for you," He blurts out a little too loosely, not sure how it came out, or if it gave away too much.

"I-I mean, because you know, we share the same morning class, of course." He tries to salvage whatever he still can, but unsure if it made any difference.

"Yeah." You laugh because you think he's adorable. Your mind going back to the conversation with Sumi and how she thinks, knows, that Hongjoong totally has a crush on you as well.

"Sorry, I had to sort some things out this morning," You speak, not lying, but also not wanting to disclose to him about what exactly happened. He doesn't need to know that the campus fuckboy dragged you into a dirty janitor closet to have a conversation about fucking nothing. You remember his text and you did replied, but with only a short "I'm okay" because just being near Seonghwa drained all the flirtatious energy in you.

"No problem. I was just... kind of worried, because I saw the post. Did he... do anything to you?" His word choices are careful and so is his tone. You can tell he definitely is worried, but still trying to come off not too prying. That's what you've always liked about Hongjoong. So sweet, so kind, and so respectful. God definitely took his time with him.

You shake your head. "Don't worry about it, I'll be fine. Someone like him, he's all talk and no bites." You giggle, and Hongjoong follows shortly after.

"If you say so. But you know, if you ever need help, or anyone by your side, I'm always here for you. I can always call up Yunho, Mingi, and Yeosang for extra hands as well. I know assholes like him doesn't play clean," Hongjoong states. And you admit, you were taken aback a little. Not by the offer, but because you've never even heard Hongjoong talk ill of anyone before, and it's also the first you've seen him so serious.

You nod. "Thank you, Hongjoong. I appreciate it. But no more talk of him. I can feel the kimbap from earlier coming back up. We should head to class before we're late, again."

Hongjoong chuckles from the small snark you just threw, before agreeing.

But both of you unaware and unsuspecting the whole time, to a dark figure looming in the corner just behind the wall, who overheard everything just now.

On a peaceful studious night, after having finished all assignments due for the next two weeks, you find yourself creeping to Seonghwa's blog out of sheer concern just to see if he really followed through with what he said. Although to be honest, you weren't expecting much.

When you hover over to his Blacklist, only to find no more trace of you or any gut-wrenching accusations that's probably false, your chest drops in relief. Park Seonghwa actually doing what he promised he would? Well shit, guess even pigs can fly at this point.

You're just glad. Glad you'll be receiving no more death stares as you walk past the canteen just trying to feed your system like any normal person. Glad there won't be anymore whispers that aren't really whispers in the first place, because you can clearly hear them talking shit about if you really smell, or how you probably planned everything from the beginning just to catch Seonghwa's attention. Like, gross? You'll rather step on legos.

But more than anything; glad you won't have to deal with the stupid, tall, black hair, with a punch-inducing smirk, daddy's boy.

Just as you're about to exit out the tab, to do anything else but linger on Seonghwa's territory, you hear that awful, stomach churning sound go off.

Not the kind that comes from Hongjoong's texts where it brings butterflies and makes you want to jump up and down in all sorts of girlish ways. But one where you know you'll come to hate and loathe within the next couple of weeks, or even months.

Whenever Park Seonghwa says "That's it." you need to take that as a major warning to run and never look back, because that's never it.

At the bottom of your screen with a notification visible, is a message from Satan himself.

park_seonghwa: hey kitty, wyd ;)

Our Love In Dandelions

The day you two met, you made a wish on a dandelion. Today, the eve of your 21st birthday, you find yourself making that wish again.

Word count: 3.0k

Genre: Beomgyu x reader, soulmate au!, childhood friends-to-lovers au!, fluff, angst

Warnings: language

Author: Thank you so much @sunlightwoo for beta reading ! this was also how i realized that, at this point, the only fics i have written for gyu are childhood friends to lovers but it just works so well for him idk. anyways happy birthday to this special lad <3

Playlist: here

Kids can be ruthless. In a time before you really develop a filter, words come and go as they please. Be it the coldest insults a 5-year-old can muster or the weirdest questions on planet earth, things are said without much care. Having said that, kindergarten could be the worst place ever sometimes. At least that seemed to be the truth for the young boy you saw curled into himself across the playground. He sat at the edge of the primary play structure, far away from everyone else running around on the field. Head tucked into his knees; his body growing smaller as he pulled tighter and tighter into his chest. You had barely begun to learn the names or faces of your classmates, but you recognized the small yellow sweater clinging to his frame. Your mind recalled a little boy in your class wearing something similar today; he’d been extremely energetic during introductions.

He must be that boy.

Moving closer, something else in your little brain clicked at the soft shaking of his shoulders.

“Are you okay?”

The boy looked up at you. His eyes were glassy, cheeks red and puffy. He seemed so fragile, on the verge of tears. Meeting your eyes, he quickly wiped at the tear tracks marking his face.

“I-I’m fine.” The small words stuck to his throat.

Looking at his frame, shaking and alone, you decided to sit next to him, “But you’re crying.”

His mouth remained closed but he couldn’t turn to look at you.

“Why are you crying?”

“I-I wanted to go play w-with them, b-but they said I wasn’t allowed to.”

“Oh…well, you can play with me. If you want.”

The boy's soft sniffles silenced as he turned to you. “Huh?”

“Come on!” All of a sudden, his hand was in yours as you pulled him along behind you. Despite initial surprise he held, as you dragged him from game to game, the happy little boy you initially remembered surfaced once again. The two of you ran and jumped and played for what seemed like forever, off in your own little world. But, as recess slowly neared its end, so did your small pocket of joy.

Tired from all of your running, you two sat side by side in the grass.

“Look! Dandelions!” His tiny fingers plucked up a fuzzy, white ball from dirt before puffing out all the air in his lungs. Bunches of white fuzz broke apart, taking flight on their own.

“Whoa! How’d you do that!?”

“You just pick them up and blow on it, see?” He repeated his actions sending another flurry of white into the sky, “My mommy says if you make a wish while blowing, it’ll come true!”

“Really!?”

“Yep! My mommy is never wrong.”

“I wanna try!” You reached forward to the grass, fumbling around with the stem before pulling it out. Following all of his instructions, you take a deep breath before letting it all go. The seeds scatter across your vision and you quickly close your eyes to make your silent wish. When you opened them up, you found the boy watching you intently.

“What did you wish for?”

“I wish that we’ll play together every day and be best friends forever!”

16 years later

“Sour cream and onion or barbecue?”

Beomgyu holds up two huge bags of chips. He flips between the two, enticingly raising each.

“Hmm.” You let the thought simmer before coming to a conclusion, “Both.”

“Oo, spending the big bucks!”

“Go big or go home.”

“Hell yeah!” He throws the bags into your overflowing shopping cart. Before you can stop him he’s already running into the next aisle, ready to pile as many carbs as the cart would carry.

His smile is the same as the day you first met him. Curved eyes and shining teeth reminiscent of when you told him the wish you’d made on that dandelion. Who knew that such futile things would come to fruition?

Since that day, you two had become inseparable. Every day at school, attached at the hip. Your quick connection only deepened at the realization of your shared birthday. How your little hearts jumped for joy at what you saw as a true sign you were meant to be the best of friends forever. And you were. The two of you spent every day you could together; shared every birthday party and cake. Through the fun of elementary school, the energy of your childhood spent in days of freedom. Lent on one another in the hell of middle school, life, to you, falling apart at the seams as change rammed its way through you. Hiked together across the rocky terrain of high school, approaching the world head-on hand-in-hand. Now, here you are, 16-years-past and together still. Making your way through college and grappling with the last remaining bits of your adolescents. With Beomgyu by your side, life feels simpler. Your worries are mere dirt specks to be swept off your shoulder. The looming menace of your 21st birthday is but a pesky insect you can simply swat at. Though, you’re quickly reminded of the impending event as he returns to the cart waving a pack of numbered candles.

“Can’t forget these.”

“Do we even have a cake?”

“I think so?” He shrugs, nonchalant, “I don’t know, but it’s fine. We can always stick them in, like, ice cream or something.”

“I feel like that would be…a terrible idea.”

“Thank you.” Beomgyu chucks the candles atop the cart and looks back up at you, “So, do you think we need anything else?”

You look at the pile of groceries sitting beside you. There’s chips, and candy, and jello, and punch, and soda, and an obscene amount of ramyeon packets. Everything you’d think you’d need for an over-budget birthday party food table.

“I think if we get anything else the cart is going to give out.”

“Yeah, but also.” Suddenly, he pulls out a set of paper dishware covered in bright red characters, “We’re getting the Spider-man plates.”

You laugh at your friend as he adds another thing to the mess and struggles to get the cart rolling to the front of the store. Despite the reason for your trip, his childish nature shone through in the planning of the future. The slow ticking of time to the day you two must face your fate.

You often wished you could see the world as he does.

With the approach of your 21st birthday, came the looming fear of the inevitable. Of receiving your tattoo. At the first strike of midnight, the day you were to turn twenty-one, the ink would bloom across your skin. A tattoo, one of the same design, shape, place, weight, as would be found on the person you were destined to forever. Your soulmate. It’s said when soulmates meet, their marks burn bright red, warm and pulsing with the strings of their fate tying together. A red tattoo is one of found love.

For most, the prospect of soulmates was an exciting one. Hell, long before now, even you would stay awake at night thinking of the day you’d meet your soulmate. Slowly, though, your heart has changed. It’s found love on its own. It may not be predestined by the universe, but it makes your heart swell nonetheless. It is the reason for your hope in the world. But it is also the reason for your fear, your aching. Till the eve of your birthday, you’re preparing yourself to possibly have to let go of Beomgyu. Not his wonderful friendship, but the feeling that ran much deeper through your heart. While you had loved him since your second year of high school, the universe cared little for such futile things. You knew the possibility was still there; that as your tattoos appeared together, they would be the same. You also knew that may not happen and your love would simply have to fade. The thought made your heart ache as you watched Beomgyu happily pack grocery bags into the trunk of his car.

The mountain of groceries you decided to buy was starting to feel like more and more of a mistake. Attempting to lug as many bags as you could at one time up the three flights of stairs to your apartment probably wasn’t your brightest idea. Finally, with Beomgyu’s help, you dropped the last set of groceries on the kitchen table. Your body came crashing down after that, falling onto the soft living room carpet.

“God, I am never exercising again.” You groan out into the floor.

Beomgyu laughs, coming over to your limp form, “Like you ever did before.”

“Shut up.” You reach up for a pillow from the couch, attempting to throw it at his head. It misses and he makes his way onto the cushions beside you.

“Sorry, sorry. That honestly was a stupid idea. Why are your stairs so steep?”

“I think the builders just fucking hated everyone.” Rolling onto your back, you look up at Beomgyu. He’s spread out over the couch, head hanging on the arm. Fluffy brown hairs fall from his face, they curl and twist over his eyes. His skin is smooth and creamy, you want to reach out to wipe away the stray hairs dusting it. You want to move up, press kiss after kiss over the rounding of his cheeks, and trail your hands through the soft waves of his hair. But you shouldn’t. You can’t.

“How long ‘till the boys are supposed to get here?”

He lazily drags his phone into his eye line, “I mean, it’s 5:00, so about an hour.”

“Okay, thanks.” You pull yourself up to go unload the bags and fill bowls of chips.

“Wait!” Beomgyu rushes to get up with you, “Let me help you.”

He does. Together you two unpack and refill and put everything away. Comforting silence fills the space as it always does, but you can’t help but speak the question plaguing you.

“Are you scared?”

“Hm? Of what?”

“Tonight?”

“Of my soul mark? I know they’re tattoos but I don’t think they actually hurt.”

“No, no, I-I know. I mean, like, aren’t you nervous? We’re not actually meeting them, but all of a sudden it’s gonna be a worry, y’know? What if everything changes?”

“Whoa, nothing’s gonna change. Not between us, you’ll always be my best friend.” He bumps your shoulder, “You know that.”

The words hurt. He had not intended them to but they stung deep in your chest. The worst part is you knew he was right. Nothing was going to change, you would only be friends, and that was okay. A life with him as your closest friend was better than one without him at all. You’d have to let him go, but not completely.

“Yeah. I do.” A sad smile grew upon your cheeks before you shook yourself out of your head, “Anyways, that's all of the snacks and stuff, but we still need to order the pizza.”

“Oh shit! We do.” Beomgyu immediately pulls out his phone and begins typing, “If I go ahead and order it, do you think you could pick it up? Knowing Soobin, he’ll probably be here in, like, 20 minutes.”

“Yep! Just let me know when.”

“On it!”

Soobin had, in fact, shown up at your apartment 20 minutes early. Right as Beomgyu had alerted you that the pizza should be picked up soon, a knock sounded from the door. Swinging it open revealed the man holding a large gift bag. You simply sighed at your friend’s predictability, shouting to Beomgyu who was. Although, after that, you left the two alone to go get the food.

The car was silent. No music played, no sound rang except for the endless crunching of pavement beneath the wheels. You sat alone, headed down the road in silence. Your brain was completely focused on the task at hand, with no time for external worries. And, for the first time today, your head was silent as well. No racing, or rushing, just the calming waters of solitude. The silence only seemed to grow greater as you slowed to a stop in an empty parking spot. It followed you as you shuffled along the sidewalk. It was soft and warm and swallowed your brain.

It broke. You stopped in your tracks. Traffic and birds and shop music flood your senses. And there, struggling for sun in the thin cracks of the concrete, was a tiny, fluffy, dandelion. The fluorescent light shone out from the pizza place’s storefront, giving the little weed a heavenly glow. It’s enticing and you can’t help yourself as your fingers curl around the stem. The plant gives way. The tufts dance in the light as you stand enamored, twirling the flower back and forth between your fingers. Your brain can’t help but flashback to that day. The shouts of kids and buzz of bugs, like the roar of the cars passing by you. Bright sunshine and blue skies, the neon and burning shop lights. So much has changed. In the world and in you. Yet as you stand there, dandelion in hand, prepared to make a final wish; you find it is that exact same as all those years ago.

By the time you stepped back into your apartment, everyone else had arrived. Taehyun rushed over to help you with the pizza boxes as the rest shouted greetings. Walking further in revealed the boys sprawled around the living room floor. Kai and Soobin were working on setting up the game consoles while Yeonjun lounged, scrolling through his phone. Beomgyu had stood up to come help as well.

“Welcome back! The pizza smells delicious.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You set the boxes atop the table, throwing them open, “Come and get the pizza before I steal all of it!”

They come running, piling around you and filling up their plates with piles of junk food. You can’t help but laugh and join them, ready to spend this night with your favorite people. No matter what may come tomorrow.

The sun had set long ago. Everyone lay passed out all around you, tuckered out from the various things you had done. The night was fun. You played Mario Kart, and Just Dance, and watched movies, and threw popcorn and pillows at each other. For a fleeting moment, it felt like you were a kid again. You could forget every other worry in your life and just play. Slowly, the energy died down. Soobin fell asleep with his hand still stuck in a popcorn bowl; Yeonjun nodded off not long after that, as did Kai. Taehyun made the decision to sleep as well, after watching everyone else collapse. He bid goodnight; although all of them had vowed to reach the next day with you and see the moment you received your tattoos. That left only you and Beomgyu awake. There was every opportunity for either of you to clock out as well, but you sat together, watching the minutes tick to midnight.

With your backs against the couch and feet curled up under a blanket, the two of you waited. Little occurred in this time. The TV blared random late-night programs. You took to looking through your phone to keep yourself occupied. Scrolling through post after post, image after image, until Beomgyu spoke up hesitantly.

“You know how you asked me earlier if I was scared?” His hands twiddle in his lap.

You paused to drop your phone, “Yeah?”

“I wasn’t lying when I said I wasn’t scared of the tattoos, but…you were right about the worries.” He takes in a deep breath, “I guess, just, the feeling that I’ll no longer have that freedom in my life. Going out, crushing on strangers you see in the store or coffee shop. It’ll all come with this sense of guilt. Like you’re betraying someone you don’t even know, you know?”

You sigh. You know that feeling all too well. It had become a permanent inhabitant of your heart for the past week. It wasn’t guilt, since you had nothing to be guilty of, but the ghost of it. The shadow of vice circling your head like a halo.

“And, it just, it sucks!” There’s a sudden edge to his voice, “The universe gives you someone, someone who you think you could probably love for the rest of your life, and expects you to just take it if that’s impossible!”

“Beomgyu, I-”

“It hurts, Y/n. I-I never got to tell you.”

A breath gets stuck in your throat. You glance at the clock.

A minute left.

“Beomgyu, I love you.” Your eyes meet for a second, he’s seemingly just as shocked at the words as you are. But, you give yourself no time to care. You collide your lips with his. You bask in the plush of them, of his hands coming up to cup your cheeks as you did his. The feeling of finally getting to live out the hundreds of fantasies you’d dreamed of through high school. It’s overwhelming. You don’t want to leave his moment but the clock keeps on moving. As you two pull away, in your peripherals, you see the change. The five turns to a zero, the ones to a two. The time is gone. You can feel the change too. A design etching itself into your arm, swirling across the skin. Your eyes meet Beomgyu’s once again, the warmth of the chocolate within them suddenly disrupted. Deep red light explodes into the room. Your eyes widen at the heat working itself over your bicep, like fingers trailing their way to your new tattoo. You look down to where you felt the ink grow. There, painted across your forearm, are the thin lines of dandelion, its tufts lost to the wind. Newly red and burning. Shaped almost as if a person had plucked it to make a wish. It’s identical to the one covering the same area on Beomgyu. Water wells in the ducts of your eyes, and you can think of nothing but to grab his face and kiss Beomgyu again.

Your soulmate, your best friend forever.

© HYUUKAIS 2022

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