Jinisnuggets - 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬

𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔, 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒐 𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒄 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘!

𝐌𝐲 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫: @moon23park3

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𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭:

A Hidden Atlantis: @sanaxo-o ; @yessa-vie ; @moon23park3

@moon23park3 : Seven Roses, Everything, Youngblood, A Hidden Atlantis

Special thanks to @from-izzy for all her wonderful tips and grammer/punctuation corrections. The fic would've been very confusing without her <3

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝑪𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆

ᴾᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᴼᶠᶠⁱᶜᵉ ᵂᵒʳᵏᵉʳ! ᶜʰⁱᶠᵘʸᵘ ˣ ᴼᶠᶠⁱᶜᵉ ᵂᵒʳᵏᵉʳ! ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ᴳᵉⁿʳᵉ: ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ, ᴼᶠᶠⁱᶜᵉ ᵃᵘ

ᵂᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: ⁰.⁹ᵏ

ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ᵀʰᵉ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗʳʸ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃⁿ ᵉˡⁱᵗᵉ ʷᵒʳᵏᵉʳ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᶠᶠⁱᶜᵉ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗˡʸ ᵇⁱᶜᵏᵉʳᵉᵈ ʸᵒᵘ, ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵒⁱⁿᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᵉˣᵗʳᵉᵐᵉ ᵐᵉᵃˢᵘʳᵉˢ.

ᵂᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᴼᵛᵉʳʷᵒʳᵏⁱⁿᵍ, ᵗᵉᵃˢⁱⁿᵍ? (ᴵⁿ ᵃ ᶜᵘᵗᵉ ʷᵃʸ), ᵂᵒʳᵏᵃʰᵒˡⁱᶜ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ᴬ/ᴺ: ᴵ'ᵐ ᵗʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉ ᵐʸ ᵃᵉˢᵗʰᵉᵗⁱᶜ ᵃ ᵇⁱᵗ ˢᵒ ˡᵉᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ :ᴰ

You had your hand pressed up against your head since the morning, the headache was killing you. You had worked non stop the entire night and this morning was the start of the consequences you had to face for it.

“Damnit Y/n, I told you to get over this behavior. If you're going to spend your rest hours doing a task then don't accept it. Especially now that you have loads and piles of work and you continue accepting more.” Chifuyu snapped.

Chifuyu, your boyfriend has worked in the same office and section as you for the longest time, since the first day technically. And he knew you were one of the top workers for your exceeding performance every single time you did any sort of presentation.

You wanted to get a promotion and become the top worker, and of course as your boyfriend he supported you.

“But this is too much, you're passing the lines Y/n.” Chifuyu proclaimed, filling up a small plastic cup with all the necessary coffee you would want.

Being your boyfriend, he knew how you liked your coffee, however he almost didn't want to put in enough creamer so you would have to drink it too bitter. That'd be your consequence for overworking yourself and there was nothing you could do about it.

However, that'd be too mean and he was in a good mood. Not like it really mattered as he found his mood constantly regressing because of this entire issue.

You slamed your head against your arms, which laid flat on the bed.

“Chifuyu, I'm tired.. please hurry with that coffee or I might end up falling asleep-” you muttered, feeling your eyes constantly becoming heavier.

Chifuyu smirked slightly, looking at your current state and deciding to take advantage of it.

Your hair was put up in a neat ponytail, clothing fully in tact and neatly flat. You looked professionally promising if it weren't for your eye bags which sat right under your drowsy eyes along with your croaky voice.

Chifuyu loved you and that is why it pained him to see you doing this to yourself… but ; at the same time, it gave him more opportunities to tease you which turned out to be one of the only good things about this entire situation.

He knew it'd only be so long until you passed out due to exhaustion. The moment you did he'd go to your boss and ask for permission to allow you to leave early along with a few days off.

That'd be it, it'd be the only way you would somewhat agree to it. For it to be done behind your will.

And he was right, cause you fell asleep and his plan was executed perfectly.

Fortunately, you didn't realize until you woke up back home, on the comfortability of your bed.

You jumped up, wondering if everything had been a dream until you looked down and saw your work clothes still on, automatically knowing the culprit behind this.

It was all confirmed whenever your boyfriend walked into the room, tray in hand with a small pastry in a plate. You stared at his figure as his work coat was off, and he was left with a formal white shirt and tie.

“Good morning!” He proclaimed.

You stared at him, unamused as you put your head to your arms.

“I brought you a chocolate filled croissant along with that coffee you so much asked for.” He said, obvious trying to get on your nerves as you rolled your eyes. You had to admit that his attempt was working… unfortunately.

“Well there's no point in bringing it now-” you frowned, looking at the chocolate croissant that had your mouth drooling.

He put down the tray, placing it gently onto your lap as you looking into the cup, not to see coffee like you expected but instead hot chocolate. It was a cold day causing you looked up at your boyfriend who stared down at you with a gentle smile.

“You've been drinking too much coffee lately. That's bad for you…” he said, a soft tone filling the corners of his voice. It'd be an understatement to say you almost cried because in reality you almost turned your room into the next pacific ocean.

You brought your boyfriend down onto your arms, as he filled your body with nothing but warmth on a day where it was so very much needed.

You began eating your croissant, as he sat down next to you.

“Well, it's partly nice to get rest. At least tomorrow I can return at a better percentage of battery.”

“About that-”

Silence filled the air as you looked back at him slowly, sighing in half relief and half disappointment.

“Well, at least it's an extra bonus.” You exclaimed to which he smiled, wrapping his arm around you as he was glad you understood the reason behind his motives.

It wasn't like you were unaware of what you were doing, you knew better than anyone that you needed rest. However you felt your workaholic side coming into play which just forced you to continue working despite you not wanting to.

Possibly this would help you even just slightly. It would serve you right, you merely had time for your personal life as of right now. You looked back at Chifuyu and smiled

“Do you have to work tomorrow?” you started

“I'm afraid I do-”

“Cancel it.” You interrupted, making him stare at you in utter confusion.

“We're going to go get breakfast tomorrow morning. It's my treat.”

ೃ࿐ 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐄𝐥𝐬𝐞'𝐬

ᴾᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᴹᵃᶠⁱᵃ ᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵐⁱⁿ ˣ ᴳⁿ ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ᵂᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: ¹.⁵ᵏ

ᴳᵉⁿʳᵉ: ᴬⁿᵍˢᵗʸ, ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ

ᵂᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᴹᵃᶠⁱᵃ ᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵐⁱⁿ (ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ ⁱˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵐᵃᶠⁱᵃ ˢᵗᵘᶠᶠ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ), ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏᵘᵖ, ᵉˣ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵐⁱⁿ, ˢᵃᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵘᵖˢᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵃˡᵏ, ˢᵐᵃˡˡ ᵇʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ ᵒᶠ ᵈᵉᵖʳᵉˢˢⁱᵒⁿ

ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ᴬᶠᵗᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵃ ᵐᵃᶠⁱᵃ ᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ, ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵉᵃˡⁱᶻᵉᵈ ᵃ ⁸ ʸᵉᵃʳ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢʰⁱᵖ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ˡᵃˢᵗ ᶠᵒʳᵉᵛᵉʳ.

ᴬ/ᴺ: ᵀʰᵉ ᵐᵃᶠⁱᵃ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ⁱˢ ʰᵒⁿᵉˢᵗˡʸ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃᵉˢᵗʰᵉᵗⁱᶜ, ᴵ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ˢˡⁱᵍʰᵗˡʸ ᵐᵃᶠⁱᵃ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗᵉᵈ ʰᵉʰᵉ...

ᴺᵉᵗʷᵒʳᵏ: @deoboyznet @starlit-network

“This is interesting.” You heard a voice call from afar, it was a voice you were more than familiar with. One which you would normally consider comforting…

But right now it was everything but comforting. Why was he here now? What were the chances that out of the 8 billion people in this world it would be him who entered this very place at this very moment.

“Didn't expect to find you here.”

You shut your eyes, trying to gain all the necessary courage needed before turning around and looking at him face to face for the first time since a year ago.

“I don't want anything to do with you.” You responded, attempting to get out of this situation as fast as humanly possible, however that probably wasn't the best thing to say to him ever since your breakup. You were too anxious that you didn't even think twice about your word choice.

“That's a little rude, I was expecting a little more from you… at least a small greeting.”

You gulped seeing his expression change to a tiny frown that could be argued to be a pout. It took everything in you to not react to that expression, it almost felt intentional… like he knew you couldn’t take it. You hated that expression. Despised it…

“What the heck!? Why didn't I get a scholarship?” You heard your boyfriend say from the other end of the hallway.

Both of you had decided (more like been forced) to volunteer for after school cleaning of the auditorium since the graduation ceremonies were coming up later this month.

You were among the top students of that year unlike him…

“That's what you get for goofing around during class.” You exclaimed, making sure he would be able to hear you despite the echo in the empty hallways of the school.

“You make it sound as if I don't pay attention to class-” he frowned, catching a glimpse of you chuckling in a teasing way, making him react with an offended stare. “That's because most of the time you didn't.”

He frowned once again, “You're exaggerating, we've never even had class together so you wouldn't know.” He was quick to defend. You smiled at his reactions and nodded.

“Whatever you say.”

“Hey Y/n? Are you and Changmin still together or…?” Sunwoo muttered over to you, slightly whispering to which Chanhee was quick to react by hitting Sunwoo in the back.

In reality, you knew that he tended to be a good student with a few exceptions. Other than his obsession with creepy dolls and horror movies he tended to be normal. His friend group was large and you happened to be close with every single one of his friends, especially the main trio he had between Chanhee and Sunwoo. Because he hung out with them so often, you also began to hang around them.

“What the heck Sunwoo?” Chanhee was quick to add, attempting to excuse him. You were quick to shrug it off and say that it wasn't a big deal and it didn't bother you, you looked back at Sunwoo. “Yeah, we're still together. Why do you ask?”

“Would you date him even if he was a part of a cult? You both seem inseparable.” Sunwoo asked, Chanhee had been eating his food peacefully and looked over at Sunwoo confused by the question.

Sunwoo sat back and thought for a moment, hand up to his chin as he stayed in a thinking position, it was part of his goofy nature.

“Sunwoo, they're both on another level of bonded, what are these questions?” Chanhee said in his regular sassy pitch.

“Curiosity kills sometimes.” Sunwoo shrugged. You turned back and saw Changmin was distracted talking to Hyunjae.

If you knew how dead wrong you were, you would've never said it in the first place. It looks like being a mafia member was enough to get you leaving your almost 8 year boyfriend.

“Honestly, I probably would break up with him if he was in a cult… But I don't think there'd be any other reason unless he cheated on me, I don't think Changmin is that type..”

Sure. He didn't have time to explain his situation and why he became a member in the first place, but the fact that he carried a title with the word mafia in the first place was enough. If he was harming innocent people then you wouldn't put up with it.

“Changmin… please live your life and let me live mine.” You managed to mutter. It hurt. It hurt so bad to see your ex boyfriend in front of you, seemingly sharing the same sadness as you. You wanted to burst into tears and go into the warmth of his arms, the way you would back then when you had any sort of doubt.

His eyes… his eyes didn't shine the same way as they used to, that's not only now, it's been a while since they lost their spark. How much you missed staring into his hypnotizing eyes back when everything was right.

“Take this as a promise.” Changmin handed you a small box, you stared confusedly and chuckled lightly, partly in disbelief.

“If I knew I'd be with a sugar daddy then I probably wouldn't have waited so long to confess to you.” you proclaimed, making him chuckle nervously.

“I told you countless times that you don't have to buy me gifts-” you started, before being silenced at the contents of the box.

“Oh-! Don't cry!” He immediately said, pulling you into a hug and comforting you in the place he knew you loved best. His arms.

It was a small ring, nothing too big yet something that brought you up to the moon, this was what you had waited for. You immediately looked up at him in shock as you felt your vision begin fuzzing. Your eyes watered.

“You mean it…?”

You asked, to which he simply nodded.

“I'll make you my wife someday, I don't need a ring to confirm that. You're mine, not anyone else's.”

You looked back up at your boyfriend who felt your head moving and decided to look down at you.

But now, it wasn't the same. His eyes were like staring into an empty pitch void of emotions. His signature smile wasn't the same without the white in his eyes, he looked so depressed now… so upset at everything.

His eyes… it was one of your favorite parts of him. His eyes which shined in the dark and were shaped like fine almonds. Those eyes which dragged you into his world and you weren't complaining, you felt comfort in his eyes..

“So that's it?” He muttered, “You think I'll just let you go that easily?” He gripped your arm tightly, he didn't intend to make you feel threatened or unsafe, let alone hurt you… this was a grip of desperation, if he needed your attention right now and he successfully had it.

“Changmin please-”

“Don't call me Changmin… call me Q.” he muttered, his eyes were teary as he revealed another small box, much nicer and higher quality. You could only assume the contents of this one as you fought to hold back the tears that wanted to come out so very badly.

“I'll have your code name be Q, if you hear me call you that then just know that it's my way of me conveying deeper emotions into our relationship” you muttered, taking out a small notepad and writing something down, tearing the page shortly after and giving it to him.

Smirking, you grinned and looked back at him.

“Why Q?” He expressed, finding the nickname of a singular letter confusing and meaningless.

“The letter Q is the 17th letter of the alphabet. The number 17 represents new opportunities, so I'll take our relationship as a fresh start no matter how many years we've been together in the future. Everyday with you will be like a new awakening. I also wanna add deeper meaning to our relationship, make it unique.” You smiled.

Only then did you both notice the door to the shop slide open, it was an old friend of yours whom he remembered you not speaking highly of in the past.

At first he found it confusing, it wasn't until now that he realized the amount of thought that went into a nickname that seemed effortless. Even though to others it was words of affection that made the gloomy days brighter, names like babe, love, and blossom… to him it was Q, and he wouldn't change that for anything.

You nodded, looking back at Changmin and speed walking away.

“Y/n, there you are. Come’on let's go.” He muttered, seeming annoyed, Changmin knew that this was your doing. You had probably called him to come pick you up before this entire conversation went down.

He sighed, catching up to you fairly quickly after you finished paying for your items, taking you by the shoulder.

“Come with me, I promise to make it worth it.”

Shaking your head, you pushed him back. “I don't want anything to do with you. Don't make me repeat it Changmin, let me go.”

His patience was coming to an end, he gripped your arm tightly and prepared to snatch you away after receiving your consent.

“Don't forget who you belong to. You're mine and not anyone else's. You weren't supposed to forget that.”

IT'S SANNIE DAY 💗

Tumblr ain't working so there may be no fic today, I'm so very sorry for the inconvenience.

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Thank you, Jini