Dont Let Me Love You |Masterlist

Don’t Let Me Love You | Masterlist

pairing: Felix x fem reader; Chan x fem reader

genre: smau, fake dating, crack, angst, fluff, non!idol au

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

summary: With the upcoming wedding of her cousin and her ex, Y/n is in desperate need of a date for the wedding that will show the happy couple that she moved on.

status: ongoing

taglist: closed!

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Parts:

Profiles: y/n's friend group | chan's friend group | insta accts | playlists

Prologue

Chapter 1 

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Memes

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14 

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20 (fin)

Like A Volcano (Han Jisung One Shot) - part three

Pairings: Idol!Han Jisung x f!reader x bestfriend!SKZ

** Includes two of my own original female characters that are romantically involved with two of the boys. Jo x Chan & Ash x Minho

Warnings: Swearing. Mentions of alcohol. Sexual innuendos. Mentions of sex. Mentions of cheating. Mention of self-hatred (if you squint). Mentions/depictions of domestic violence & abuse. Mentions of manipulation. Mention of sexual abuse. Mentions of anxiety (reader has a panic attack). IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED EASILY BY ANY OF THESE WARNINGS, PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT! Let me know if I missed any!

Word Count: 5.2k

Disclaimer: I have been stuck on this part for a month and a half now, and even after countless rewrites and revisions, I still became stuck after Y/N leaves the bar, so please, bear with me. The ending feels a tad bit rushed and I apologize for that! I just wanted to get the next part out ASAP so I could begin writing Part Four! 

Hope You Enjoy!!

Part One Part Two Part Three

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It’s been sixteen months since you left home.

Sixteen months since you left your world behind to embark on what was promised to be the adventure of a lifetime. An adventure filled with smiling faces, adoring fans, hot interviews, exclusive meetings and so, so much more.

It’s been sixty-nine weeks since you’ve had a proper night’s sleep.

Sixty-two since you’ve last felt relaxed.

Fifty-six since you even felt a real smile on your face.

Four-hundred and eighty-five days since you said goodbye to your family, and four-hundred and eighty-four since you said goodbye to Jisung.

Sixteen months since you left and you’ve regretted every fucking second of it.

While you were gone, everyone kept in touch with you, just like they promised they would.

Felix and Hyunjin facetimed with you every couple of nights before bed just to tell you about their days and talk about how much they missed you. Changbin messaged you every couple of days to check in, quiz you on your Korean and ask for girl advice as he did so. Seungmin, Jeongin and you scheduled regular game nights where you’d all load up on snacks and play video games online together into the wee hours of the morning, despite the major time difference between Korea and America.

As Ash and Minho began wedding planning, they made sure to include you in every part of it as if you were right there beside them. They sought out your opinion on every detail and decision they made in terms of color schemes, décor, dress styles, tie options, and everything else that came along with getting married.

Jo and Chan texted you every single day, nearly every hour, updating you on life back at the family house. They informed you of every single joke Seungmin made over breakfast, every single idea the group had come up with for new tracks, every time Minho found a stray cat on the street and begged Chan to let him bring it home in spite of Changbin’s allergies, as if he wasn’t a grown ass adult who could do whatever he pleased.

Even when their Maniac World Tour began, they always found time for you. They sent you endless tiktoks and clips of their performances, videos of the goofy shit they’d get up to while backstage, the links to new interviews and Skz-Talkers as soon as they were released. They even went as far as video chatting you mid-concert to help you feel included, passing the phone around to each member as they danced on stage and sang along with the rest of Stay. 

All but Jisung. He was the only one you hadn’t heard from. He was the only one who wouldn’t take the phone during the concert video-chat, the only one who didn’t send you funny animal videos on the regular or send you pictures and ask for your opinion before posting them to Instagram. He was the only one who hadn’t updated you on his life since you left.

It was as if the two of you were complete strangers.

Everyone else called to check in and make sure you were having fun, and it was getting increasingly harder to pretend that you were.

When your and Jisung’s eyes met back at the airport through the line of people waiting to go through security, you froze. You hadn’t expected him to come, and upon seeing him standing there, looking less than stellar and frowning at you in distress, you had to force your feet to stay put.

It took every ounce of willpower you had not to run into his arms. You had to remind yourself of the things he had said to you the night before and how selfish he had been. You had to remind yourself of Seojun, the man who had been waiting for you at the Vancouver Airport, where he had flown the week previous to help prep the tour itinerary with his manager, Sookie.

Your and Jisung’s eyes locked for no more than thirty seconds before you forced yourself to spin on your heel and walk away from the temptation he held. He didn’t call you or text you at all to even explain why he had suddenly shown up and what he wanted. He simply let you walk away from him again, and that was the last time you had any form of contact with him.

As much as you wanted him to, you couldn’t even blame him for not trying one last time to stop you. You broke his heart and left him behind, the two things you once promised you’d never do. He had every right to hate your guts, though there was no way he could hate you more than you already hated yourself for it.

Still, you held out hope for a text, a call, a freaking email, anything to let you know he still wanted you in his life, but you knew it would never come. Your friendship was over, and based on the way the rest of the members would tense up and go quiet whenever Jisung’s name unintentionally left your mouth, you knew he would never forgive you.

Not this time.

“Y/N, are you even listening?”

You tore your gaze away from the photo on your phone that Felix had sent you of him, Jeongin and Jisung at their LA concert and looked towards the voice that called your name. It took you a second to register who spoke.

“Hmm?” you hummed in response, feeling dazed and confused and every bit tipsy that you should’ve been given the triple shot of vodka you had just downed a moment before. “Sorry, I didn’t catch that.”

Seojun, whose hand was possessively wrapped around your waist, dug his nails into the skin above the waistband of your pants as he glared down at you, no doubt leaving half-moon indents in his wake.

A warning.

He leaned in close to you, speaking quietly enough for only you to hear.

“He’s never going to forgive you Y/N, and at this rate, I won’t either if you don’t put your fucking phone down and socialize.” he growled. He dug his nails in once more for good measure and you bit back a wince of pain as the pads of his fingers grazed over the barely healed scars from days previous.

“Sorry Seojun,” you muttered, pocketing your phone before he could grab it from you. He gave you a satisfied smile before turning his attention back to the redhead who called on you.

“You’ll have to excuse my girlfriend Kimmy, she’s still recovering from this morning.” he chided with a wink, pulling you flush against his waist all the while flashing Kimmy a flirty grin.

Prick.

Kimmy’s smile turned almost sadistic at his innuendo, her eyes darkening with lust as she reached across the table and rested her hand on his arm.

“Girlfriend, hey?” she looked away from Seojun long enough to give you a once over before her eyes met his again. “How much is she paying you?”

If it wasn’t for Seojun’s fingernails digging into your skin you would’ve reached across the table and strangled her. Seojun, however, simply just laughed at her comment.

“You’re funny Kimmy. It’s no wonder Juho likes you.” he elbowed his friend’s ribcage in approval. Kimmy’s eyes flickered to Juho for a brief second and you saw a look of disdain on her lips that disappeared so quickly you wouldn’t have believed it happened if you didn’t witness it yourself.

Kimmy had no interest in Juho, and everyone here knew it except for the poor bastard himself. The only person she was interested in currently had his hand tightly gripping your hip.

For all you cared, she could have him. Hell, she’d probably get him anyway when you were fast asleep and he was looking for someone else to assist with his never-ending sexual desire; a desire you never seemed to be able to fulfil.

You should’ve cared more for Kimmy’s obvious advances towards your boyfriend, and his towards her. You should’ve gotten jealous and gripped his arm in annoyance while bitching her out like Seojun so desperately wanted you to, but you didn’t.

You were used to this game by now, played it out more times than you cared to admit. Seojun’s favorite game was to make you jealous in every way he possibly could so you’d be forced to punish him later for it, but it was a game you were growing weary of.

It was fun at first, experimental and exciting, and it helped speed things along in your new and budding relationship, but when you discovered he was sneaking out after you’d fallen asleep to meet with other women behind closed doors regardless of the fun you two had, it grew tiring quickly.

It took you all of three months into the tour to discover Seojun had been cheating. But by then, it was too late to back out, too late to make a scene and leave him. Leaving him would’ve caused problems in the tour, problems you couldn’t afford to let happen, not when your entire support system was halfway across the world from you.

When you confronted him about the cheating, Seojun immediately grew defensive, and shortly after did the abuse and manipulation start.

He continued sneaking around and meeting with women. Some were his own fans, others worked at the venues Sookie had booked for tour events, but a lot of them were random women he’d meet in bars or on the street. The only difference now was that he didn’t bother hiding it.

He always came back to you, smelling of sweat and sex and varieties of expensive perfumes, and each time you told him you wanted to leave, wanted to break up and return home, and each time he threatened you into staying.

He’d threaten your career, your friendships, even your life. He’d grab you when you’d try to leave with your suitcase in hand, and he’d pull your arm so hard you were afraid it would pop out of its socket. He’d get in your face, yell at you, spit at you, backhand you for trying to leave him.

And then he’d cry.

He’d cry so hard he’d lose his breath and beg you to stay, to not leave him, telling you that you were the only good thing in his life. He’d tell you that maybe if you just paid a little more attention to him, he wouldn’t feel the need to seek validation from other women, wouldn’t feel the urge to hit you and hurt you the way he had. He’d beg so hard and scare you into thinking he was going to hurt himself if you left, so you’d stay, and then he’d do it all over again.

It was a vicious cycle, one you were beginning to get worn out from, but at the end of the day, you knew you couldn’t just leave. Seojun loved you, and this was what love was.

At least that’s what he had convinced you of at first. Now, you were just trying to get through the last few months of the tour so you could go home and be with your family and never have to see his face again.

When you came to the realization that this wasn’t love, that this relationship was toxic and unhealthy, you had taken your problems and concerns to Sookie, the only female on tour whom you trusted.

Despite the abuse you had suffered, she urged you to stay, explaining how the number of fans that were attending the coming events for you specifically had nearly tripled in size, and leaving abruptly would do nothing but disappoint them. You knew she was more concerned about the money it would bring in than your overall physical, mental and emotional health, but you didn’t have any energy left to call her out on it. You simply nodded your head and let it go, feeling helpless.

It was only two more months. You could surely survive two more months, right?

You jumped slightly when a shoe came into contact with your shin, hard and painful. You glanced back up from where your eyes had been fixated on the napkin you were toying with and you found Seojun glaring down at you again.

“Y/N, babe, Levi asked you a question. Can you show a little respect and answer him, please.” Seojun’s smile was sweet, but you could see the annoyance and anger sparkling in his eyes. 

You were gonna pay for this later.

“I’m sorry, Levi.” you apologized as you leaned your elbows on the table and peeked around Seojun’s large figure to look at him. “This tour is wearing me out minute by minute. What was your question?”

The Dutch boy waved off your apology and flashed you a sincere smile. 

“I was just curious as to what happened.” he answered as he motioned towards your arm. You glanced down at your wrist, inspecting the white cast that wrapped around your fingers and thumb and stretched up towards your elbow.

You swallowed roughly and barely avoided Seojun’s hard glare as he waited for you to answer.

“Oh, uhm. I fractured it the other night after Seojun and I left the venue.” you lied smoothly, waving your hand in the air casually.

Levi’s eyebrows raised in surprise at your words. 

“How the hell did you manage to do that?” he questioned. His English was choppy, but his accent was clean and smooth and filled with concern. You let out an awkward laugh and tried to come up with something that wouldn’t throw suspicion onto the culprit behind your injury.

“Well, you know Amsterdam.” Seojun jumped in for you, sending you a playful wink as he squeezed you closer to his body. “The walkways around the canal are extremely uneven and Y/N here is extremely clumsy.” 

“He’s right” Juho laughed and clapped Seojun on the back. “This is the same girl who managed to sprain her ankle so badly coming down the hotel stairs back in Texas that she had to wear a boot for three weeks while simultaneously nursing two broken fingers and a cracked rib back to health.”

Levi, Kimmy and Seojun began to laugh at Juho’s story and you had to force a smile on your face to keep yourself from suddenly crying. The story Seojun had fed Juho the first night he got physical sounded so unbelievable coming from Juho’s mouth that it nearly drove you crazy.

Surely, they didn’t buy it, right? 

Surely, at least one of them would see through the irony and figure out what had actually happened. Nobody trips over nothing and falls down a flight of stairs all by herself, right?

Part of you hoped one of the people who sat around the table with you and Seojun would put the pieces together and call Seojun out, but another part hoped to God nobody would. You could not handle the confrontation right now, not without pissing off Seojun even more than you already had.

You let the conversation take a turn as Kimmy, Levi, Juho, Seojun and a few others began discussing their childhood injuries and the embarrassing stories behind them. 

It was supposed to be a celebratory night out for another successful event with just you, your boyfriend and his best friend, but Juho was adamant on meeting with Kimmy, a girl he’d been talking to online for months, and wherever Kimmy went, her brother Levi followed. 

You were ecstatic to meet Kimmy and her brother at first and let them join in on the celebration, but once she started flirting with Seojun, and once Levi’s other friends conveniently showed up and invited themselves to sit down, you felt a ball of anxiety pool in the bottom of your stomach.

Nothing good ever came out of Seojun drinking alongside a pretty woman and a bunch of males. A fight was bound to break out between someone at some point, and you didn’t want to stick around any longer to find out who it would be between.

You were tired, your wrist hurt, and your social battery was running on empty. You just wanted to go home.

With a sigh, you leaned back against the cushion of the leather booth you were all sitting in and finished off the glass of tequila you were holding. Seojun turned his head to look at you briefly and you sent him a small reassuring smile before turning your head downwards, and that’s when you saw it.

Underneath the table, out of sight from everyone else, Kimmy’s foot was running slowly and seductively up Seojun’s leg and into his crotch and then back down again, over and over while she giggled at whatever he was saying.

You quickly averted your gaze, feeling embarrassed that you’d witnessed something so intimate, your brain not grasping onto the fact that this intimacy was shared between your boyfriend and another girl.

Then, a second later, Seojun’s phone vibrated on the table between the two of you, bringing your attention to it involuntarily.

You didn’t mean to look. You didn’t mean to see whoever it was that had texted him. You just so happened to be looking in the direction of where he’d end up holding his phone, swiping his thumb across the screen to read the message that was sent to him.

You felt your stomach drop when you read Sookie’s name at the top of the messaging app followed by a red heart and a pair of lips. When your eyes dropped down and found a picture of her naked chest staring back at you, back at Seojun, you thought you were going to throw up.

Seojun bit his lip and let out breath, a small smile forming on his lips as he openly stared at the picture. He didn’t even bother trying to hide it from you. Instead, he took his time typing back a reply and then locked his phone once more before setting it back on the table, face down. 

When he turned his head to glance at you to see if you had been watching, you were quick to avert your eyes to one of the TVs that hung from the ceiling, watching the soccer game that was on. You bit your lip in an attempt to look focused on the game, but really you were just trying not to openly cry.

Here Seojun sat, one girl practically jerking him off with her foot, another openly sexting him and sending him nudes, all while his arm was secured tightly around his girlfriend’s hip. Kimmy you suspected, but you didn’t think Sookie would be indulging him too. 

All at once, everything began to make sense, and it was suddenly too much.

You were hit with a ball of emotions.

Anger. Disbelief. Sadness. Shock.

However, panic overpowered everything else.

You didn’t notice the change in your breathing until Seojun’s nails once again dug into your skin, this time drawing blood.

“Will you cut it out? You’re making a scene.” he snapped, not bothering to lower his voice anymore. You could barely hear him or anything else over the sound of your own heartbeat suddenly filling your ears.

You tried to take a deep breath, tried to hold it in in order to stop the anxiety from seeping deep into your bones, but you only hiccupped as a single tear fell from your eye.

You felt everyone’s gaze on you and you bent your head and wiped at another tear that had managed to escape in order to try and hide what you were feeling. A round of applause then broke out across the bar as the TV’s all showed the game winning goal that was scored, and that was your breaking point.

Without so much of a word, you pulled Seojun’s fingers off of you and slipped from the table. Juho was the only one to call after you as the room grew fuzzy, your fingers beginning to tingle as your breathing came in short gasps. The bartender gave you a concerned look and reached out to grab your arm, but you managed to slink away from her touch and pushed yourself outside into the cool evening air.

As soon as your feet took you past the fence that surrounded the bar, you fell to your knees, your hands gripping the cobblestone so hard your wrist throbbed and your knuckles turned white. You could feel your heart almost beating out of your chest as the memories of your relationship with Seojun flew through your mind.

Every time he hit you, yelled at you, touched you.

Every time he scolded you for bothering him, the names he would call you over the smallest inconveniences, the way he’d manipulate you into staying with him even after all the shit he did.

It was all too much.

You could barely get enough oxygen in your lungs to take a deep breath and your hands were losing feeling. You hardly heard the door behind you open and close over the sound of your cries that you didn’t realize were leaving your body, the cries that were loud enough to wake the whole neighborhood at this ungodly hour.

Blinded by the waves of tears that rocked you, your hands reached out and grasped for something, anything to help you sturdy yourself, ground yourself.

No, not something, but someone.

The sound of Felix’s voice lulling your heartbeat back to a normal pace when you’d seek his comfort after a nightmare, the way Chan would subtly pinch your elbow when the panic came in waves while you were all out in public, the way Jo and Ash would squeeze your hand to help bring you back when you found yourself floating away unconsciously. The feeling of Jisung’s arms enclosing you in a comforting hug, warm and strong and supportive and loving.

Still blindly searching for the anchors you’ve grown so used to but left behind, you felt completely and utterly alone.

So alone that you practically fainted when warm, sturdy fingers enclosed around your wrist. Your body froze despite the panic that was still coursing through your veins.

There was absolutely no fucking way.

Your head snapped up and whipped around so fast you thought you’d break your neck. The shock you felt when you saw who had come to your rescue almost knocked the anxiety out of your system.

“Juho?” you barely managed. “Wha-wha-what are you do-do-doing here?” you hiccupped in surprise as Seojun’s best friend brought his face down to your level. 

Juho just shushed you and pulled you into a hug that was gentle and soothing and good. His thumbs rubbed circles into your back as he rocked you back and forth slowly, not caring if anyone walked by and saw you two sitting on the ground like this. Feeling his heartbeat against your chest and the smell of the cinnamon soap he bought not too long ago, your heart began to settle, slowly but surely.

“Are you okay Y/N?” Juho asked, not bothering to pull away from you once your breathing evened out.

You squeezed your eyes shut, causing tears to fall down your cheeks and onto the fabric of his shirt. Then, you clenched your jaw so hard you were surprised your teeth didn’t break.

“Why did you come after me Juho?” You asked quietly. Your body wanted to pull away from him but your heart longed for the warmth and strength and security he gave off. The kind of warmth and strength and security you’d been deprived of for so long. He reminded you of Changbin. Even though his muscles weren’t nearly as big or defined, you still felt safe in his embrace. 

That thought made you tense up.

You never felt safe with anyone who wasn’t your immediate friend group.

Now, you were slightly on edge.

“You were having a panic attack,” he stated.

“And?”

“And I don’t like seeing people suffer,” 

The both of you were quiet for a moment before he spoke up again, his body tensing around you as if he was preparing himself to get hit for what he said next.

“You’ve been suffering for a while now, haven’t you?”

Your eyebrows raised at his question and you finally pulled away from his body, staring at him in shock.

“I’m sorry?” you asked, unsure whether you heard him right. Juho sighed and lifted his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, but you flinched away from him quickly, causing his hand to fall back to his side. His eyes look strained and sad.

“I’m not an idiot Y/N. I know what’s been happening.” You could tell he was trying to be reassuring and gentle with you, but he spoke to you as if you were nothing more than a small child who needed his help, and this caused you to become defensive out of habit.

“You don’t know anything Juho.” you ground out between clenched teeth as you tried to pull out of his grasp completely and stand up. However, his hold on you was firm and you didn’t get very far.

“I know Seojun, and I know the type of guy he is. I know he plays women left and right and then tosses them aside like trash.” he explained. 

An exasperated breath left your mouth.

“And you’re okay with that?” you asked. 

Juho let out a humorless laugh and shook his head.

“I’m not. At all. But he’s been my best friend since we were seven years old. It’s hard to give up on that kind of friendship, yenno?”

You scoffed at his words.

“I actually don’t know. None of my friends are abusive assholes like he is.” 

At this, Juho’s hold on you softened enough for you to pull away completely, his eyes turning downwards at the sides as a frown spread across his lips. 

“So he has been abusing you.”

You were silent as you pulled yourself to your feet and dusted off the pants you were wearing, trying to straighten yourself out and look semi-presentable to anyone who would pass by. Juho followed suit and stood next to you, his hands coming out to grasp your elbows.

“You didn’t actually think I fell down a flight of stairs, did you?” you snapped, moving away from him again and grabbing your bag off of the ground.

“Well, I was hoping my suspicions were wrong.” Juho answered as he scratched the back of his neck. 

“Well, I’m sorry they weren’t.”

“Why are you apologizing for him?” Juho then asked, his voice hard. You could feel the glare he was shooting into the side of your head, and that alone caused your already fragile state to break once more.

“I don’t know Juho!” you sniffled as water once again pooled in your exhausted eyes. “Maybe because he’s an asshole. Maybe because you’ve had to put up with him for nearly twenty years! Because he’s a piece of shit friend for going after the girl you like!”

“You don’t have to apologize for that either Y/N. It’s not your fault.” Juho waved off your apologies with a hard edge to his tone.” Kimmy has been nothing more than a test.”

“A test?” you asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, to see if my best friend was a big enough piece of shit to go after his best friend’s girl. And he is. Case closed.” Juho brushed off his words as if they were nothing, but you could see the sadness in his eyes. He really liked Kimmy, and if it hadn’t been for Seojun, they may have actually hit it off.

“You don’t have to be a hero Juho.” your voice came out soft. “I know you liked her. A lot.”

Juho shrugged his shoulders once more and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “It is what it is. Just glad I dodged a bullet with that one.”

“So what are you gonna do now?” you questioned.

“What are YOU gonna do?” he shot back.

“Honestly? I just want to go home.” 

“Then go.”

“I can’t.”

“Why can’t you?”

“Because there’s only two months left in the tour, and Sookie advised me to stay. Apparently the number of fans who are coming to the rest of the events for me specifically has nearly tripled in size.” you explained. Juho snorted despite the uneasiness that still sifted through the air around the two of you.

“Sounds like she’s just after the money.”

It was your turn to snort before you spoke without thinking. “Yeah, that and Seojun’s dick.” 

You clamped your mouth shut immediately. “I’m sorry.” 

Juho winced at your poor joke.

“I’m sorry.” he said.

“You have nothing to apologize for.” You mimicked his words from earlier.

“And you have no obligation to stay.” He gave you a pointed look, causing you to sigh.

“I can’t just leave, Juho.”

“Of course you can.”

“How?”

“By packing your bag and getting on the next flight home.”

You shook your head as a small laugh escaped your throat. Despite the physical similarities between Juho and Changbin, he was definitely giving off menace vibes; he and Seungmin would get along great with their similar sarcastic remarks.

“No, I mean how am I supposed to leave? I can’t leave the tour when so many people are relying on me to be there.”

You couldn’t understand why your brain wasn’t taking the easy way out and agreeing with Juho to just leave, but it was irritating the crap out of you the way your mind was always finding excuses to stay.

“Your health is more important than some stupid tour Y/N. Besides, once Boss Man finds out about Seojun and Sookie’s relationship, the entire tour will go down in flames.”

This caught your attention, your ears perking up like you imagine a dog would as your eyes shot to where Juho was now leaning against the fence of the bar.

“Wait, Sookie isn’t the one in charge?” you asked. 

Juho chuckled and shook his head.

“God no. She doesn’t need that kind of power, are you kidding me? She works for the company that published Seojun and I. Once the boss finds out about their secret relationship, it’s over for the both of them.” he paused briefly when your eyebrows raised in shock at the news. “Yeah, it’s honestly probably best for you to leave sooner rather than later so you don’t get caught up in it. The last thing you need on your hands is a scandal.”

“Shouldn’t I stay and attest to it if they need me to?”

You wanted to smack yourself for yet again, trying to find a reason to stay but thankfully, Juho’s clenched jaw and scowl hit just the same.

“I will take care of it. You go home.”

You were quiet for a moment as Juho’s words set in. All this time you were waiting, begging for someone to come along and find you, someone to see through the act Seojun had conjured up and help you escape him and his antics. You never in a million years thought his best friend would be the one to do it.

Juho stepped forward and grabbed your hands in his when he saw the indecisiveness cross your features.

“Stop worrying about what would make everyone else happy and go. At the end of the day, your happiness is what should matter most. And you and I both know you aren’t going to feel truly happy again until you go home.” he urged on, practically pleading.

You nodded your head slowly, almost habitually. 

He was right. It was time to go home.

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UGH I’m still so unhappy with how this part ended, but it was driving me to tears of frustration for not being able to get it perfect😭 I’m sorry! 

Thank you for bearing through that!

Alas, Part Four is in the works, so please check back soon for its posting!!

Thank you so much for all of your feedback and support! I greatly appreciate it!

-Hannji <3

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fic type: head cannon (comedy/crack)

word count: 1.4k

⚝A/N: I had so much fun writing this lmao, enjoy my unhinged assumptions ʕ⁠ノ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠ノ Thanks to @yonglixx for helping me find the gif.

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SYNOPSIS Jisung is a mind-reading ghostwriter for stand-up comedians. Chris is a borderline hedonist. They keep hanging out at the bar you and Minho work at along with their entire dysfunctional entourage. Events ensue. a.k.a The one where you explore different turn-ons with a tight-knit group of 'friends'.

📓Explicit, Complete 📜82.5k 🖤HAN x Reader · Bang Chan x Reader · Lee Know x Reader · Changbin x Reader · Hyunjin x Reader · Felix x Reader 🪐Bar AU: Comedy, Raunchy, Unrivaled Crack, Light Angst, INTENSE BLUESUNG FANATICISM 🚨General themes explored & warnings: Polyamory, kink exploration, hints of jealousy, explicit sexual content, strong language.

📖CONTENT ·  Chapter 1: Scotch on the Rocks ·  Chapter 2: Long Island Iced Tea (Jisung focus) ·  Chapter 3: Absinthe (Jisung / Chan / Group focus) ·  Chapter 4: Jägermeister (Felix focus) ·  Chapter 5: Aperol Spritz (Minho focus) ·  Chapter 6: Screwdriver (Jisung / Chan focus) ·  Chapter 7: Black Mamba (Changbin focus) ·  Chapter 8: Tie Me To The Bedpost (Felix / Hyunjin focus) ·  Chapter 9: Sex In The Driveway (Chan focus) ·  Chapter 10: Champagne (Chan focus) ·  Chapter 11: Angostura (Chan / Group focus) ·  Chapter 12: Alka-Seltzer (Jisung & Chan focus)

«GENERAL M.LIST» · «ABOUT/FAQ» · «ASK» · «TREAT ME TO PUDDING?🍮»

The way my heart literally skipped a beat when I read the last paragraph 😮‍💨

The angst is the perfect amount of angsty and I LOVE IT ! Im also loving the dynamics of the friendship group???? It’s so cute and im already invested 😌

Like a Volcano (Han Jisung One Shot) - part two/?

Pairings: Idol!Han Jisung x f!reader x bestfriend!SKZ

** Includes two of my own original female characters that are romantically involved with two of the boys. Jo x Chan & Ash x Minho

Warnings: swearing; mentions of alcohol; mentions of marijuana; mentions of murderous tendencies (Jo, Seungmin and Minho jokingly plot Jisungs murder). Let me know if I missed any!

Word Count: 5.3k

Enjoy!!

Part One Part Two Part Three

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Walking out of Jisungs room that night was the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do. Not only were you turning your back on your one shot with the man you’ve been in love with for years, silently breaking his and your heart in the process, but you also now had to face the reality of what the hell had just happened as you returned to the living room where your friends were.

It seemed the rest of the party stragglers had all gone home and it was just your friends left, all of them now helping clean. Changbin and Jeongin were collecting empty cans and bottles and storing them back into the original boxes for easier discarding, Hyunjin, Seungmin and Ash were sweeping and mopping the floors clean of dumped food and spilled drinks, and Chan and Jo were tackling the mass amounts of red cups that littered the room. Minho was most likely cleaning his kitchen domain as he got pretty upset any time the kitchen turned to a mess.

Felix’s spider-senses must’ve been going off because he was at the bottom of the stairs as soon as you had appeared, staring up at you in concern. You had done your best to wipe the mascara off your face as you rushed from Jisungs room, but based on the look Felix had, you knew you hadn’t done the greatest job in hiding your sadness.

“Bunny, what’s wrong?” he asked not so quietly, causing everyone to stop what they were doing and turn to look your way. You felt heat rush to your cheeks and you tried to swallow back the lump that still sat idly in your throat. 

How the hell were you supposed to explain what had just happened when you yourself were still processing the events yourself?

“Nothing Felix. I’m just really tired. I think I’m going to call it a night.” You settled with a tiny white lie.

Felix looked at you unconvincingly, but you paid him no mind as your eyes went searching for Jo. As soon as your eyes found hers, you sent her a look she knew all too well from the years of friendship you two had shared; one that practically screamed ‘get me the hell out of here’.

Instantly, she dropped her bag of garbage and discarded a stack of red cups onto the coffee table.

“I’ll drive you home!” She said, feigning cheerfulness. She knew something was wrong but none of the guys needed to know that. They didn’t need to know anything until the wheels of your plane left the ground the following day.

Ash, being the ever observant friend she was, set her broom and dustpan aside and skipped over to you almost as cheerfully.

“Ou, BabeRacha car ride? Count me in!”

Together, Jo and Ash gathered their things and slipped on their shoes when Minho suddenly appeared through the kitchen doorway with a half-eaten pudding cup in his hands. He glanced at his fiancée and Jo, confused as to what was going on.

“Are we going somewhere?” His gaze then landed on you and his face softened once he got a good look at you. “Y/N what’s going on? Where’s Jisung?”

Before you could open your mouth and feed Minho the same lie you told Felix, Jisungs voice echoed off the walls as he whipped his bedroom door open and shouted loudly down the hallway.

“Y/N wait!”

Upon hearing the desperation and anger in Jisungs voice, everyone’s eyes went from you to the top of the stairs where they expected Jisung to appear. You immediately hurried to the door where Jo and Ash were waiting, turning back to address Minho as you grabbed your things.

“Minho, please, do not let him come after me.”

Minho gave you a worried and confused look, but nodded nonetheless, knowing exactly what it was you needed from him. You only ever called him by his full name if it was urgent, and he picked up on that quirk of yours quickly. Ever since he and Ash had gotten together he’d become a lot more in tune with female emotions, and even though Jisung was one of his best friends, he obeyed you without hesitation.

Jisung appeared at the top of the stairs then, his hair messy as if he’d been pulling at it, his eyes angry but still drenched in tears. He saw you and immediately began descending the staircase two at a time, desperate for one last attempt to get you to stay, but Minho was quick to block his path. Without needing explanation, Chan and Changbin instinctively jumped in and went to help as Minho struggled against Jisungs flailing figure.

Together, the three men managed to stop Jisung from reaching the bottom of the stairs while the remaining four stayed rooted in place, looking as freaked out and bewildered as anyone else in their position would’ve been.

You barely spared anyone a second glance before following Jo and Ash out of the house, slamming the door behind you.

And that was the last time you saw Jisung.

Even now, with all seven of the boys alongside Jo and Ash gathered around you at the airport to bid you one last farewell, Jisung didn’t show. You had laid awake practically all night, replaying the entire fight over and over again in your brain. A small part of you  hoped against hope that he would show up despite it all and say goodbye, but he didn’t. 

You knew he wouldn’t. Not after you walked out on him the way you had.

Chan was furious at Jisung’s absence. He was currently standing a little ways away from the group, his phone pressed to his ear as he angrily left yet another voice message on Jisungs answering machine. 

According to the boys, after you and the girls left abruptly last night, and after the three older men fought Jisungs advances off, Jisung returned to his room as if he were a bull seeing red. He had quickly packed a bag of essentials and, before anyone could stop him, he left the house, swearing and cursing his members into hell for helping you escape. 

No one had seen him since, and based on the several messages each member had left on Jisungs phone, urging him to get to the airport before you had to board your plane, they hadn’t heard from him either. Felix and Hyunjin were worried about his lack of response, but the others were just pissed off at his behavior. 

“I swear to God Jisung, if you don’t get to the airport in the next thirty minutes, I will personally disown you as my first child and then I’ll kick your ass. Call me back when you get this.” you heard Chan growl into his cell.

Jo was standing with you, her arms wrapped around your waist while yours slung around her shoulder in a half hug, your head resting on hers. She was smiling and laughing with Ash and the boys, but you could tell by the tension in her body that she was also listening in on Chan. No one had ever seen him this upset before, and it was unsettling for all of you.

A moment later, Chan hung up his phone again and returned to the rest of the group, scratching the back of his head in annoyance as he shoved his phone into his pocket.

“Based on the look on your face, I’m assuming he’s not coming?” Jo asked as Chan pushed his way through the circle to resume his spot behind her. He shook his head angrily, opening his mouth to begin the irate rant you all knew was coming, but Seungmin beat him to the punch, trying his best to brighten the mood with his usual level of sarcasm.

“Incredible!” he shouted as he began clapping obnoxiously, bringing everyone’s attention to him. “Detective Jo has once again solved the case! The evidence was beyond us and yet, she somehow managed to figure it out! I’m in awe of you Jo-Jo.” 

“I will fuck you up, Seung.” Jo threatened with a smile as she detached herself from your side and stepped into Chan’s embrace once more. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and rested his chin on her head, the anger in his features dissipating quickly.

Seungmin crossed his arms over his chest and flashed Jo a menacing grin. He loved being the only one brave enough to challenge Chan’s rules. Jo was off limits, but it didn’t seem to stop Seungmin from his relentless flirting. It’s like he was fueled by mischief.

“Good luck reaching me from down there, Little Miss Four-Foot Nothing.” He bantered. Jo’s eyes turned to slits as she tried to fight off the smile that sat at her mouth.

“I’m 5’4, asshole.”

“Yikes. That’s still higher than your IQ, Seung.” Minho piped in, joining in on the fun. He had his arm protectively wrapped around Ash’s shoulders, but when Seungmin moved to kick him in the shin, Minho slid behind her in an attempt to hide, laughing manically.  

“I can’t fucking stand either of you.” Seungmin hid his laugh behind an annoyed exhale.

“Then kneel, dumbass.”

“Then kneel, dumbass.”

Both Jo and Minho spoke at the same time, resulting in everyone breaking out into laughter as the two of them high-fived each other in approval. The stress that seemed to hang in the air at Jisungs clear absence was slowly being washed away with each chuckle, and you found yourself feeling so incredibly grateful for your friends.

“Why are you guys so mean to me?” Seungmin pouted. Jo reached her hand up and ruffled his fluffy hair, pushing it out of his eyes.

“Cause I’m that much closer to hell than you are, Seung.” She responded sweetly. Everyone let out another laugh at her comment while Seungmin ducked out of her reach and playfully elbowed her in the ribs.

Ever since everyone arrived at the airport merely an hour ago, minus Jisung, you felt like your heart was just minutes away from stopping. Anxiety clawed through your insides like a cat trapped in a cage. Whether it was because of the obvious missing presence or simply just pre-tour jitters, you weren’t sure, but you expected the uneasiness to sink its teeth into you any second now, forcing an anxiety attack from your body. 

Thankfully, being surrounded by your friends, laughing and joking as if all was well helped ease some of the tightness in your chest, though only little by little.

That was until Minho’s phone began to ring noisily from his pocket, causing the tension to return to you in full force.

“Fucking finally.” Minho whispered once he caught a glance at the screen.

Everyone fell silent, the stress once again clouding the air like smoke.

“Is that him?” Felix questioned, a hopeful look in his eyes. Minho ignored him and swiped his thumb across the screen before shoving his phone to his ear.

“Jisung, where the fuck are you?”

Jisung could practically taste the fury that rolled off of Minho’s tongue and into his ear. It made his chest tighten slightly, but he took a deep breath and willed himself to relax.

“I’m sorry Hyung. I’m not coming.”

“What do you mean you’re not coming?”

“I mean I’m not coming.”

An irritated breath left Minho’s mouth.

“Fuck off Jisung. I don’t know what the hell happened between you and Y/N last night, and at this point, I don’t really care, but you need to get your ass here, now. Y/N’s plane leaves in no less than two hours. Put in your fucking tampon and come say goodbye.” Minho growled.

Jisung let out a sigh as he glanced around the hotel room he was staying in. His laptop sat open on the bed beside him, his anime currently paused. He made a point not to acknowledge the empty soju bottles that decorated the tabletop, or the bag of marijuana that sat half opened on the nightstand beside him.

Why did his friends, his family, have to make this so difficult for him? 

All he wanted to do was forget.

Forget Y/N. Forget her name. Forget her face. 

He wanted to forget the way her lips felt against his, even for that brief but magical moment they shared; the way she whimpered and melted into his touch seconds before she ripped his heart out and stomped it into the carpet of his bedroom. 

He wanted to forget all of it. The kiss they shared, the fight that ensued, the look she gave him before she slammed the front door and left.

He wanted to forget, but more than anything else, he hoped to God that when he’d wake up from his intoxicated sleep, he’d remember.

He wanted to remember the way she smiled in awe as she listened to the song he made for her, eyes full of tears as they fluttered closed, as if she could feel the emotion and love he poured into each lyric. He wanted to remember the way her body automatically responded to him when he leaned in to kiss her, as if kissing him was as natural to her as breathing. He wanted to remember how absolutely beautiful she looked as she yelled at him with mascara-stained tears.

He wanted to remember it all and he wanted to forget it all.

Jisung took a second to chug back the rest of his drink, setting the empty soju bottle next to the others before he responded to Minho, trying to ignore the sting at his friend’s words.

“I’m sorry Hyung.” was all he could say. 

There was a second of silence before Ash’s calm and collected voice suddenly came through the phone. 

“Jisung, what’s going on?” she asked, her voice soft. Jisung nearly started to cry just from how warm and concerned she sounded. She always had been like an older sister to him, and her serene and tender attitude hit him like a bucket of ice cold water. He loved the boys so much, but listening to the dozens of harsh messages they’d left him when he didn’t show up to the airport hurt him more than he cared to admit.

“I’m sorry Noona. I can’t.” Jisung didn’t think he had any tears left in him, but his eyes watered as if he hadn’t cried in years. “I love her so much. I can’t.”

Ash let out a sigh as she stepped away from the group of eyes staring expectantly at her, trying to get some privacy when she realized Jisung was crying.

“Ji, I know what happened last night.” She reassured him with a whisper. “Y/N told me everything. And I know it’s hard saying goodbye, but I don’t want you to regret this.”

“I can’t just let her run off with another man.”

“Ji, you know nobody wants you two together more than we do. Chan stopped trying to set her up with other guys years ago because he knows now that you two were absolutely made for each other. We all know that. Just because she’s going on tour with Seojun doesn’t mean she isn’t going to come home to you in a year and a half. You’re the one she loves, not him. You just have to let her figure it out for herself. And she will. She’ll always come home to you.”

“I don’t think so, Noona. Not this time. I fucked up.”

Ash let out a sigh at his words, running a hand through her hair.

“Come and say goodbye and you’ll see that you haven’t.” she tried.

The other end of the line was silent for a moment and she swore she got through to him. Jisung carefully absorbed her words, and for a second, he hoped she was right. But that thought was washed away just as quickly when the image of you walking out the door without a single regret flashed through his brain, causing him to let out an unexpected sob.

“I’m sorry.” Jisung whispered, his voice defeated and tired. “I can’t. Please don’t be mad at me, Noona.”

Another sigh left Ash’s mouth and Jisung braced himself for the words he knew would come next.

“I’m not mad at you Ji. I’m disappointed. Despite everything that happened, we’re still a family, and this isn’t how we treat our family.” 

Even though he expected her answer almost word for word, it still hurt to hear her say. Being mad at him was one thing, but being disappointed in him and his actions made his heart ache impossibly more. 

He spent so much time trying to make everyone around him proud of everything he did, and hearing Ash say those words did nothing but knock him down a few dozen pegs on his scale of confidence.

He pushed away another round of tears and took a deep breath before responding to her. 

“I’m sorry. I’m not coming.” 

And that was final.

Ash must have sensed the certainty in his tone and let out yet another heavy sigh, the disappointment more evident now than before. As much as they respected each other and understood each other, she knew better than to try and sway his decisions. He was a stubborn man, and when his heart was set on something, it was nearly impossible to change his mind.

Oh, the irony.

“Okay, I’ll let the gang know.” she whispered.

“Thank you, Noona.” Jisung breathed a sigh of relief, thankful she gave in so easily. He hated fighting against her.

“Don’t thank me.” Ash spoke up again, her voice now firm and authoritative, just like a scolding mothers. “You’re not out of the woods yet Jisung. Just because I’m saying ‘okay’ doesn’t mean I’m happy about this. You still have to face Jo whenever you decide to come home.”

He wasn’t planning on coming home any time soon, but he didn’t say it, lest he let her down even more than he already seemed to have.

“I’m sorry.” he choked out one last time.

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.”

She was right, and he knew it, but he couldn’t bring himself to contact you. He wanted so badly to call you and say goodbye, to hear your voice one last time, but he knew it would only cause him more heartbreak if he did. Even though he swore to himself the day he met you that he would do absolutely anything for you, he couldn’t bring himself to do this.

Instead, he let Ash’s words hang in the air for a few moments longer before another sob escaped his throat, causing him to say goodbye and hang up.

Ash shook her head and willed herself to breathe as the dial tone rang in her eardrums. 

“So?” Hyunjin prodded as she returned to the group. Everyone looked at her expectantly while she slid Minho’s phone back into the pocket of his jeans, but you already knew based on the way her shoulders slumped that her attempts to convince Jisung to come were helpless. “Is he on his way?”

Ash shook her head at Hyunjin and gave you a sad, guilty look.

“I’m sorry, Babe,” she whispered. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat and plastered a smile on your face, trying to mask the hurt you felt. If anyone would’ve been able to convince him, it was her. You were thankful that she at least gave it a try. 

“S’okay. I didn’t really expect him to come after everything that happened. Thank you though for trying.”

“I’m gonna’ fucking kill him.” Jo then growled from beside you, her eyebrows furrowed in anger as she shook her head in disgust. 

“Not if I kill him first.” Changbin piped in, his jaw clenched in disbelief at his friend’s behavior. He had his phone out in front of him and he was tapping relentlessly against the screen, no doubt sending yet another message to Jisung.

“I’m gonna’ help.” Jeongin decided, his tongue prodding his cheeks as he tried to hold back his frustration. “Binnie and I have watched enough true crime shows to know how to get away with homicide.”

“Guys,” you rubbed the bridge of your nose as Jo and the boys began organizing what you hoped was nothing more than a hypothetical crime. With Jo, there was always the possibility of it being not-so. “Can we please just forget about it? We’re supposed to be saying goodbye, not plotting a murder.”

Your friends ignored you completely.

“You’re right. We have to make it look like an accident.” Jo then continued, her eyes burning holes into the floor as you saw the wheels practically spinning wildly in her mind.

You sent Chan a look of desperation, to which he shrugged his shoulders and gave you a helpless look.

“Why are you looking at me? You know I have no control over them!” He whined.

You rolled your eyes and clenched your jaw in irritation as you glared at him before attempting to calm your friends down again.

“Guys, I think we’re overreacting a bit, yeah?” you tried.

“I’m thinking  carbon monoxide in his sleep.” Seungmin stated, nodding his head in approval. The lack of emotion on his face had the hairs on your arms standing upright.

“I’m thinking we just chloroform the little bastard.” Minho suggested, his hands up, pretending like he was holding onto someone’s head while he shoved an imaginary cloth into their non-existent face.

With that, you let out another sigh, louder this time, and rubbed at your temple. You gave Chan another look and winced when you saw his amused smile, no doubt reveling in the fact that he wasn’t at the butt end of the jokes for once in his life.

Thankfully, Ash caught on to your distress and spoke up quickly on your behalf.

“Guys!” Immediately, like little ducklings, everyone stopped talking and turned to look at her. She always stepped into the parental role when Chan couldn’t be bothered to, it was part of the platonic partnership they came up with when they were deemed as Mom and Dad of the group. The boys may not have always listened to Chan, but they never failed to listen to and respect Ash.

“Can we please wait and discuss our premeditated murders until after Y/N’s gone? I don’t think she wants to spend the last of her time with us being reminded of he who shall not be named.”

The boys and Jo muttered their apologies before they dove into other conversations with one another. You mouthed a ‘thank you’ Ash’s way before being roped into the conversation with them.

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It didn’t take long for the time to fly by. One minute you were thanking Ash for stepping in and calming the kids down, and the next, the time had come. The boys were currently held up in a heated debate about Jo and her nickname for Jeongin when you reluctantly glanced up at the clock. A sigh left your mouth. 

It was time to go through security and find your gate.

“Only Jo gets to call me Daddy Toast, you know that!” 

“I know it, but I’ll never understand it.”

“What does that even mean anyways?”

“Hyunjin, this is why you’re the leader of Baboracha.”

“It means she thinks I’m hot!”

“I do not, Innie!”

“Okay, I do not approve of this conversation anymore.”

You let out a giggle at Chan’s disappointed dad sigh, a hand running down his face as the kids began arguing again. He turned to look at you, his face now pleading.

“Please don’t leave me with these idiots.”

“You’ll be fine.” you reassured him with a smirk. The smirk quickly turned into a sad smile as you let out a breath. “I have to go now.”

Chan nodded before he clapped his hands to grab everyone’s attention. He received a little more resistance than Ash had, but everyone was quick to shut up and listen. “Alright children, it’s time to say goodbye to Bunny.” 

One by one, each of your friends stepped forward to give you one last hug goodbye. Hyunjin and Felix squished you into a HyunLix sandwich while planting friendly kisses all across your face, causing you to giggle and squeeze them against you. Changbin then impatiently pulled you from their arms and literally swept you off your feet, spinning you around easily as he crushed you with his biceps.

Jeongin and Minho both settled for ruffling your hair and patting your head before wrapping you in a half hug and squeezing you gently to show their affection. You were surprised to find Chan tear-free as he stepped from Jo’s side, a complete one eighty from his drunken speech the night before. He wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your head, smiling proudly.

“Go kick some worldwide ass.” he whispered as he rubbed his hands up your back soothingly, no doubt trying to help ease the tension he probably felt in your shoulders. 

The tears that were threatening to pool in your eyes suddenly appeared at the sound of his words, and you purposely wiped your tears on the fabric of his shirt. The sigh that left Chan’s mouth at your actions was funny enough to make you laugh but not enough to stop the sudden flow of water pouring from your eyes like a faucet.

“I’m going to miss you guys so much.” you whispered back as he planted a kiss on the top of your head and then let you go.

Seungmin was last, a giant pout on his lips as he stepped into your open arms.

“Please don’t forget about us, okay?” he asked. He sulked into your embrace, willing himself not to cry. You smiled through your own tears. 

“I could never forget about you, Pup.”

At that, a single tear fell down Seungmins cheek. He quickly wiped it away with the sleeve of his oversized hoodie before flashing you a playful grin.

“I know that you’re with Seojun now and Chan-Hyung gave me strict instructions not to kiss you anymore but-”

Before you could even protest, Seungmin dipped his head and kissed your cheek mischievously before folding you in his arms.

“- I don’t care what that old man says. You know I live to break the rules, and if Seojun fucks up, I’ll break him.”

You nuzzled your face into his shoulder. Unlike Chan, Seungmin didn’t seem to mind the tears (and snot) that were staining his sweater. He just ran his hand through your messy hair and shushed you as you hiccupped.

“You’re a menace to society.” you whispered lovingly at him.

“I love you too Bunny,” Seungmin laughed before pulling away from you and holding you at arms length. “No more crying okay? Your makeup will run. We don’t want the resident trash panda making a return before she’s due overseas.” His hands cupped your face, thumbs wiping at your cheeks softly as he bent and gave you his best smile. 

You snorted at his joke and smacked him lightly, trying to pull your face from his grasp while he laughed at your reaction. 

“I’m kidding Bunny. You are going to kill it out there. Seriously. You have all of us behind you. If you need us, call. Any time.”

You nodded and gave him one last tight bear hug in return before you took a deep breath and turned to face the two you were dreading saying goodbye to the most.

When you turned to the girls, the waterworks went into overdrive. Together, Ash and Jo came forward to hug you, their chins resting on each of your shoulders as your arms wrapped around them tightly.

“I’m so proud of you,” Jo whispered, hiccupping through her words.

“We’re so proud of you.” Ash corrected her, her hand running up and down your back. You gave both of them a gentle squeeze and willed yourself to stay like that for several moments as reality sunk in.

This was it. 

You were really doing this.

Never in a million years did you think you’d be saying goodbye to your friends and heading out onto your own tour without them, yet here you were. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous as hell, thinking about every possible thing that could go wrong and then some. 

Who were you going to go to when you needed someone to proofread your next chapter if you couldn’t sneak into Seungmins room and bother him? Who were you going to bribe into late night ice cream dates when your mind turned to mush after staring at the screen all day if you couldn’t ask Ash, Changbin and Jisung? Who was going to sprawl out on the couch with you on your off days and watch k-dramas if it wasn’t Felix, Jeongin or Minho? Who was going to talk trash about reality television with you if it wasn’t Hyunjin, Jo and Chan? 

Your heart felt heavy.

Jo must’ve sensed it cause her hand came up to hold the back of your head as she pulled away and looked at you, tears washing down her face.

“We’ll facetime every chance we get, okay?”

You let out a laugh. 

“You don’t even use Apple, Jo.” you stated.

She rolled her eyes at you.

“Binnie and I stand by what we said about Samsung being superior.”

“Superior, my ass!” Felix called out from somewhere behind her. Jo twisted her head around and gave him a glare.

“Oi. You’re lucky I love you Frecks or I’d kick you off of The Freckled Friends Baking Show and have Binnie replace your apple-loving ass.”

Felix’s lip jutted out at Jo’s threat. 

“Binnie doesn’t even have freckles! You wouldn’t dare!”

Jo flipped him off with a smirk. “Watch me, bitch.”

Another round of arguing ensued then, this one about which cell phone brand was better, and you resisted the urge to join them. As much as you loved your friends and their chaotic antics, you needed to leave, no matter how badly you didn’t want to at that moment.

“I’ll keep you updated on Ji.” Ash whispered as she pulled away from you. You thanked her and finally stepped away from the group. With your carry-on in one hand and your purse in the other, you gave your friends one last nod, one last smile, one last awkward wave before you turned your back on them and headed towards the security line.

You couldn’t help but turn your head back every couple of minutes as you waited in line patiently. Every time you glanced back at your group, they were smiling and waving and cheering you on. You were surprised the lot of you hadn’t been kicked out of the airport already for causing such a commotion. 

You waved again when you reached the front of the line, the security guard taking your ticket and I.D and instructing you to unload your belongings into the bins to go through the machine, which you did.

It took you no less than a couple minutes to get through security unscathed and gather your belongings on the other side. 

When you retrieved your phone from the basket you saw you had a couple unread messages from Felix. You smiled widely when you opened the messages to find Felix had sent you a handful of photos. A couple were of you heading towards the security line, while the rest of them were pictures of the group waving and blowing kisses goodbye.

You grinned and ran your hand through your hair as you stopped and glanced back up through the security gate. You had your hand raised and were bidding one final farewell to your group when a familiar figure caught your eye.

Low and behold, standing a few feet in front of your group of friends, staring at you through the line of people was the man you were waiting for. Dressed in dark sweatpants, a darker hoodie and a white backwards cap, Han Jisung frowned drunkenly as he waved goodbye.

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Part Two is here, as promised!!!!

Thank you to everyone who’s read Part One so far, and thank you for coming back for part two!

This part was more or less a filler in order to get to part three. Part three will hopefully be posted this week!!

Thank you again!

As always, feedback is greatly appreciated!!

- Hann <3

↬you go to another group's concert.

pairings: ot8 x reader

genre: fluff, humor

a/n: i know i said i wanted to write cliché angst but i got this idea omw to the dreamie's concert the other day and just had to write it. i hope you guys enjoy! as always i would love to read your thoughts on it<3