Back To Him | K.Seungmin

Back to him | K.Seungmin

summary: after a long day at work, nothing excited you more than going home.

Genre: fluff

words count: 0.9 k words

small note: It's my first post here and I hope this is good(somehow). Hope you enjoy reading this. Feedbacks are appreciated!

The growling of the cars and rustling footsteps subsided as darkness painted itself into the blank sky’s canvas. You bid one of your co-workers goodbye before gazing at your work desk. Is everything fine? A load of files that were supposed to be sent in tomorrow had been arranged neatly on the right side of your desk and the once scattered work papers had been combined into a tall stack of paper. A sigh of relief left your lips, finally, another stressful day had closed itself.

It was time to return home, returning to him if you were honest.

You flicked the light off and headed to the train station with a black jacket draped on your arm. It didn’t take a long time for you to arrive because the road was empty at this hour. Only the glowing streetlight and your own shadow accompany you throughout your walk. You purchased a ticket from the machine and went to your designed platform.

It’s 11.30 a.m, was he still there?

As you stepped onto the last stair, a wave of chilly air crashed, causing you to shiver under the piece of your thin clothing. You quickly wore the jacket, the end of the sleeve hanging loosely under your fingertips. It was obvious to anyone that it wasn’t yours. The smell of his cologne wrapped itself around you. His scent always reminded you of the sweet smell of vanilla and cinnamon, calming and comforting, like his existence in your life. That was why you insisted on keeping his jacket to yourself, although he begged to have it back because it was his favourite jacket.

The missing had overgrown in you and to say you were nothing but excited to meet him was an understatement. You settle down on a nearby bench and pluck your earphones in. The song began as your vision slowly filled with late-night workers who just got off work like you. Resting your head against the wall behind you, you let yourself drown in his voice. It still amazes you how his voice blends perfectly with the delicate sound of the piano. 

The announcement of the upcoming train forced you to get up. You trailed behind those who entered the train first and sat at any vacant seat, coincidentally across a couple. The girl had rested her head on her boyfriend’s shoulder as they laced their hand together. A small smile spread on your face.

“Hope you are happy with him forever.” You silently whispered in your heart and looked ahead, praying the train would stop at your destination quickly. There was nothing worth looking out the window actually, it was just one of your ways to forget the boredom of waiting. Unfortunately, your home was the last destination of the night so you had a bit of time to sleep. 

You didn’t realise how much had passed until the woman on the speaker woke you up, You rubbed your eyes, getting rid of the sleep before leaving the train. Stuffing your hand into the jacket’s pocket, you made your way to a cafe where you knew the direction by your heart. The cafe seemed to be the only shop open at this time. You pushed the door and the windchime on top of the door chimed, grabbing the boy on the counter's attention but he didn’t glance up, still occupied by his chores. He had rolled up his white sleeves and under the light, you saw sweat beamed on his forehead.

He stayed behind although there was absolutely nothing to do left. The tables were cleaned even the signboard had flipped to close.

“I’m sorry but the cafe has closed, please come back tomorrow.” 

“If I leave, where will I spend the night, min?” You tilted your head

His action of wiping the counter halted as he raised his head. A soft smile conquered his face as he saw you. He abandoned the napkin and walked to you.

“Outside.” He cooed and held your shoulder, pushing you to the exit. You narrowed your eyes toward him only for him to chuckle.

“I’m joking! You’re late tonight, some hassle at your office?”He engulfed you in a tight hug, face buried in your hair. He pulled away and kissed your lips briefly.

“My co-worker as usual. We made a bet and I lost. So, lunch on me tomorrow, how delightful!” 

As you kept rambling about your day in the office, he looked at you with tender eyes, listening attentively to your story. He needed to admit, you look adorable when you were so into the story you were telling. He could sit and listen to your story every day. 

“That must be exhausting. A cup of hot chocolate will cheer you up a bit!” He beamed and rushed behind the counter to prepare the drink. You chuckled and went to him.

“Both of us are. Let’s close the cafe and head upstairs, min.” 

“Are you sure you don’t need any drink?”

You nodded and grabbed his hand to the staircase, shutting the light to the cafe off. Seungmin removed his apron and hung it on the rack beside the stairs. How convenient it was, your house was above the cafe. After changing your clothes, you joined Seungmin in bed. His arm instantly wrapped itself around your waist, pecking at the crown of your head and whispering goodnight. 

To be in his embrace, to be this close to him was what you called home and you were thankful that you could experience this every night.

Wish You Back : One

Ex!Seo Changbin x sick!reader

Summary: you and Changbin have been off and on for years, and even though he knows he's made countless mistakes, he can't figure out why you're so set on staying apart this time. Can he get you back if you aren't you anymore?

Chapter warnings: swearing, chronic illness, chronic pain, medical issues,

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Train to nowhere | S.Changbin

Pairing: Changbin x fem!reader (from 3rd person perspective) Summary: a meeting with a stranger on the train, nothing will go bad, right? It's a train to the hereafter anyway... Genre: angst(?) Warning: mention of suicide and description of death(detail). If you're uncomfortable, please don't proceed. Word count: 1.8k words a/n: I kinda rambling on the last part, I'm sorry :') and I hope it makes sense

Standing, between the busy crowd in the waiting station, she was solitude herself from other bustling silhouettes in the train station. Footsteps and loud chatting were all echoes in her ear as she made her way toward her designated platform, hands gripping ever so tightly onto the bouquet of white roses…that she didn’t remember getting from where. Unnoticeable, she would sniff the flower occasionally, inhaling the fresh scent. Intoxicating and addictive, weirdly it reminds her of someone’s scent. She grabbed the locket watch hanging on her neck, checking the time.

8 am…the train will be here.

As she stepped onto the last slap of the stairs, the train arrived with a loud screeching as it stopped at the station. Never late, never early; someone told her. Her blue sky dress blew from the gust of wind. The train door slid open and a masked man stepped out, glancing directly at her. A rabbit mask, what a cute option. Noticing it, she instantly walked to him. The masked man had stretched out a hand, palm open as if asking for something from her. She took the train ticket and a rose, handing it to the man while flashing a thin smile.

Don’t fumble on your ticket and get inside quickly. The conductor hates those who waste his time.

The door shut behind her and she immediately went for a seat. The train's interior was unusual; flowers and bushes grew on the train's ceiling and some on the floor as well, and the seats were positioned strangely; some were facing each other and some weren’t but she didn’t mind much. It was her fate to be here. She settled down beside a man, who appeared somewhat more normal for her than the other. Some passengers aren’t human-like, some cover their faces with an old piece of newspaper, some have a feature of art in a museum or completely cover their heads with a white cloth.

The man wore a white tuxedo and was holding a bouquet of red roses in his hand. What a contrast from her roses. The train began leaving the station in a blink. The scenery in the front changed, and the clouds had changed; to a mix of pink and white. There were houses on the edge of a cliff, unstable ground to build a house, tall trees and chirping birds were all she witnessed throughout the ride…and eyes, different in sizes and irises, just staring at the passengers inside.

If you see the eyes, ignore them. They’re purely watching. They won’t harm you as long as you’re on the train.

The ride was quiet with her gaze stuck on the window, watching every endearing scenery pass them until the man spoke up.

“Weren’t you scared by the eyes?” His voice was soft and low as if his voice would disturb any passengers. She turned to look at him and shook her head.

“Didn’t they say that the eyes wouldn’t harm us as long as we stay inside? So why should I be scared?”

He lightly chuckled and smiled, a tender smile that she swore she saw somewhere. The same goes for his scent. Ever since arriving at the train station, every memory turned blurry. She couldn’t pinpoint what was happening to her. Normally, she would freak out at everything she saw currently but she didn’t, she was calm…?

“What’s your name? I think we should know each other before we stop at our destination.”

“You know it’s not a good thing to get to know a stranger on this train.” he hummed nonchalantly, showing the dimple on his right cheek.

“I know but both of us are ‘ordinary’ so why not? I’m Changbin” A sigh escaped from her lips. A recognizable face and name.

“I’m Y/N”

“Such a rare name, I like it-” Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to another seat when a person with a newspaper on his face approached them, who seemed like a new passenger. About three seats away from them, they sat back. She glanced at the person but was immediately turned away by his hand gently.

“Don’t look at them. They will take your eyes to replace theirs.”

Well, the man knew more than her. Their gaze stuck on each other before she hung her head low, feeling awkward with their new seat; a seat that faced each other and the quick stare they shared. He giggled, realising her action and watched outside, where a night funfair was happening. He could see visitors with faces glitching out, walking with their family or significant others. Any emotion was invisible so Changbin didn't waste his time, guessing their feeling being in there.

How long he'd been on this ride? He never figured out where he was, or what kinda of world he was in.

“You can raise your head now, I’m not looking at you, Y/N."

Slowly, she raised her head and leaned on her seat comfortably, seeing Changbin had turned his gaze elsewhere. As time went by, bit by bit, his company was enjoyable, it got rid of all the oddness that occurred on or outside the train but she couldn’t help being curious about his real identity in her mind. A strong connection between them, friendship or lover, whatever, she was sure he was someone important in her life. Spending their leftover time talking, her mind failed to piece the puzzle together, nothing is vivid unless that night's memory.

The train stopped at a station. She stood up, dusting her dress.

“Thank you for being my company throughout the ride. It was my pleasure to meet you, Changbin.”

She picked a rose from her bouquet and placed it in the middle of Changbin’s bloody red roses. Changbin emerged and did the same to her bouquet. The two exchanged a tender smile. He lends her his hand.

“I’m stopping here too. Let’s go together and get your justice” She accepted his hand and left the train.

“You are not a murderer, Binnie. I’m sure they would hear my explanation.”

“So you remember. I hope what you are saying it’s true, baby” He kissed her knuckles and proceeded to walk toward the building - a school building where he’s gonna have his trial. A trial that determined his final fate; punishment or chance.

Flashback to the day they die

Changbin stormed up to the stairs. She clenched her jaw and grabbed his arm, causing Changbin to haul his arm.

“CAN YOU JUST SHUT UP AND HEAR MY EXPLANATION, CHANGBIN?!?!”

“I WOULDN’T! HOW COULD YOU AFTER EVERYTHING I DID.”

Plates were smashed, mirrors were broken, and shouting and crying echoed in the apartment, in the middle of the night. Both of them didn’t show a sign of breaking the fight, too busy feeding on their egos. As in losing in an argument means you are weak.

“I swear I never did that. Why would I kill your best friend?! You know it’s so stupid of me if I ever did it.”

“But the CCTV showed it was you! You weren’t in the house that night also! I have enough evidence to prove it was you.”

She scoffed, tears streaming down her cheeks. After 6 years, this is all she got? Her husband doesn’t trust her explanation. Right, his best friend matters more than her.

“I went to my grandma’s house that night. You can ask my mother if you want proof. Please, Binnie, believe me. We've been together for 6 years, how you not trust me?”

She stared at him, eyes brimming with fresh tears. Her heart just shattered at how easily he’d accused her of such murder.

“Just said it was you! I’m tired, Y/N. I’m tired of being accused of cooperating with you to kill her.”

“For a thousand times, bin. I didn’t do it. What's so hard about it to trust me?!”

“Y/N, I beg you please admit it you did it.” He grasped his hair, frustrated over the situation. The whisper in the back of his head didn’t help, it dishevelled his mind even more.

She was jealous…that's why she did it

She was envious of her beauty and life

She was envious that his best friend got all of his attention

The whisper said, dragging him to the valley of lies.

“I DIDN’T DO IT!!”

Banging from behind the door caused the argument to come to a quick halt. Both of them snapped their heads towards the door. She looked at Changbin, lips pressing together and shook her head in disbelief.

“The police are here. They're gonna take you out. Let’s end it a good way.”

She clenched his shirt, shaking his body forth and back violently, begging him endlessly so he trusted her.

“JUST FUCKING ADMIT IT!!”

With that final shout, he pushed her from the stairs out of frustration. The air thickened with a palpable sense of dread as the body tumbled down the staircase, limbs flailing helplessly against gravity's relentless pull. With a sickening thud, she landed at the foot of the stairs, a crumpled heap of broken bones and shattered dreams. What left behind only a haunting silence and the bitter taste of tragedy.

His eyes trembled out of horror, a scream or shout left his mouth, too stunned by the scene at the end of the staircase. Her head snapped to the side as a scarlet-coloured liquid poured down from her head down to the edge of her white dress, soaking it red. Her hand quivered as she endured the impact of the fall before the final air was released from her lips.

“W-What the hell did I do?!”

No no no no, Y/N. He killed his lover…the one he’d made vows to protect and love until their last breath. He dropped to his knee, mourning. All the regrets devouring him, eating him. He should investigate it again before blaming her. He is an asshole for that.

An asshole for not giving the promised love to her,

For not paying attention to her

And mostly, for ignoring her for the past weeks

He's the one who should be blamed.

Why did he accuse her in the first place?

Tch, right, his title and dignity as someone everybody looked up to were more important than his wife's feelings.

“You're a fucking idiot, Changbin.” He smashed his head into the walls until it bled. He lost his mind as he kept smashing his head, over and over again, repeating the same word ‘stupid’ and ‘asshole’ to himself as the bagging on the door became louder. The image of her last countenance and words were repeating in his head.

He felt something poking his thigh, a sharp object. He pulled it out, it was a knife….

Taking a glimpse of her dead body below him in his blurry vision, he pointed the weapon at his neck. It was living alone in guilt forever or burning in hell because of his abrupt action.

White roses mean innocence,

Red roses mean strong love,

But putting those together,

Will reminds him of the day he killed her.

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