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Hwang Hyunjin • Never good enough

Part 1

TW: eating disorder, angst, fluff

A/n: I know it’s been a while so I decided to start writing again.

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There you were in class paying attention to the teacher talking about who knows what. You looked at the clock and saw it was time to go home. Home meant a lot of things. It meant you had to step on your scale to check if u gained, then get off and study, then go to sleep.

You didn’t eat often because u don’t wanna gain weight. It all started when you were 13. You looked at yourself then the other girls who were skinny and pretty. Then you wondered why u didn’t look like that.

You were leaving the room. You were waking fast down the halls, so fast that you bumped into someone really hard that you fell. You impacted the floor very hard. You dropped everything in your hand.

You looked up to see the popular campus crush. His name was Hwang Hyunjin. Everyone liked him including you but it was a small crush. Unlike the other girls they were obsessed with him. So when you saw him you had quickly got up, gathered your things and said a quick sorry to him. He looked confused on why you were rushing but he didn’t do anything.

You left campus because you have your own place. Not a lot of people leave off campus. But you happened to find a nice affordable place 2 blocks away from the college campus. It had 2 bedroom, 1 bathroom, a spacious living room and a nice ass kitchen. The only reason it was affordable for only you was because your mom was best friends with the guy who owned the place.

You walked the 2 blocks and entered your building. Then in the elevator u went, then your apartment. Once you got in you took off your shoes and stepped on a scale. You looked down anxiously to see 50kgs. You were the same weight you were yesterday but you didn’t complain. You decided to take a shower first.

- time skip

You hopped out the shower and put on the house clothes that you had picked out before hand. You then took out your laptop and started doing your homework and work for college since you had nothing better to do. You cared a lot about your grades. You always aimed for a hundred nothing less. When you didn’t get a hundred you went hard on yourself because you thought you could be better. That’s probably what got you into YALE university.

When you finished all your work you checked the time. It said 10:17 that wasn’t to shabby. You had to time to study everything that you were learning so that’s exactly what you did. When you finished studying you went to bed.

-Time skip

You woke up at 6am am since you have to go to YALE at 8:20am You took about 30 minutes in the shower and 30 minutes to get ready. When picking out your clothes you chose a plated skirt and a white long sleeve with a big off white jacket, then for your feet you were dock martens.Then when get your school stuff ready you wait until it’s 8:10am to start leaving. You went on your phone during the wait time. You went to instagram and Hyunjin pictures was first to pop up. He look so good but you knew you couldn’t have him. You went into his comments and saw the thirsty girls comments you don’t blame them but there were just so many.

You continued swiping and liking ppls post but you realized you accidentally like Hyunjins insta story that he just posted. You pretended to not be bothered but you really did care. But you finally decided to check the time and I it said 8:11am. You picked up your stuff to start heading to your campus.

You put your AirPods in as you made your way out of your apartment building. You put both in because you needed to get in your zone.

While walking someone tapped you in your shoulder. You turned to look and it was Hyunjin!. Your were i shocked but you tried to hide it. You always smelt good and hopefully looked good too. So you didn’t have to worry about your appearance. You looked him in the eyes when he tapped you so you looked confident.

“ umm what’s your name again” he said shyly.

“It’s y/n” you said while trying to swiftly fix yourself.

“Ok well y/n I wanna apologize to you for bumping into really hard. Has an apology I would like to help you with anything you need and take you to a cafe place” Hyunjin said while looking you deep in your eyes since you finally had looked away.

“Oh ummm… okay I would like that but you really don’t have to” you said assuringly.

“No it’s fine I want to” he said.

You smiled but it faded away when you saw a group of girls looking at you and Hyunjin in a disgustingly way. You knew that it was because of you because everyone loved Hyunjin.

Hyunjin saw them and the way they were looking at you, and also the way your smile faded. So he grabbed your hand and started walking to campus. Your heart dropped and not because you were scared it was because your little crush was holding your hand. You made your notes now. His hands were soft, way bigger than yours, and warm. You tried to hide that you like it so you looked at him in shock.

He must’ve seen the way you looked at him and said, “ y/ninne stay calm I’m just trying to do something.”

‘ how the hell am I supposed to be calm when your holding my hand’ you thought in your head.

“ Do what Hyunjin?” You said.

“ Trying to make my ex jealous” he said embarrassed.

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A/n: I’m gonna make a part 2 and maybe a 3. I hope u guys enjoyed this.💗

Solace

Chapter 1: Savior Hyunjin Apocalypse AU. Pairing: Hyunjin x OC (Sarah)

Trigger Warning: Talks of suicide.

I used to love solitude. The quiet. The peace it brings. I could sit alone in silence forever. That's how I used to feel. But when the option to be surrounded by people and sound is completely removed, I now resent the solitude I once craved.

I can’t choose to find some fake excuse as to why I don’t want to go out for a drink with friends. No pretending I have better things to do, when in reality we all knew I didn’t.

I’ve never wished for company before. Not even to talk, just someone else's presence. Someone alive at least, someone conscious and understanding. I spent my whole life wishing to be alone, and now that I am, company doesn’t sound so bad at the end of the world.

The view on the bridge is beautiful, the sun low. It should be setting soon. I’ve been coming here everyday that I could for the last 8 months, after everything fell and the world went to shit. 

But I think I’m finally ready.

I slowly climb up on top of the railing, hugging the cold metal pillar as the wind blows lightly through my mousy brown hair, pushing it into my face. Looking down, the water used to be mostly clear, but has now turned this muddy brownish green color. I used to love this bridge, what a fitting place for me to go.

“So you’re just going to jump?” 

A voice. Not a grunt or a groan or growl from the creatures that have taken my loved ones and many others away from them. I don’t turn around. This can’t be real.

“I know the world has gone to shit but you shouldn’t do this.” The voice says. Gentle, understanding in his tone. I must really be losing it for my subconscious to make me hear things to go back on this decision.

I sway a bit with the wind, my grip lightening on the pillar. I hear a shuffle behind me on the pavement. I should do this before it’s too late.

“Please!” it’s breathy almost like a loud whisper. Like my subconscious knows not to yell, to refrain from grabbing the attention of anything that could be lurking on this bridge with me.

“Don’t do this.” He sounds as desperate as I feel. Might as well indulge myself.

“Why? What else is there to stick around for? A cure? Someone to come save me? No one is coming. So I’m gonna do myself a favor and take myself out of the equation before I get taken out by something else. I wanna still be me when I go.” I say it harshly, still not turning around. If there were people around I would worry about looking crazy. But there aren’t.

Then I feel it. Warmth. This is real. He climbs up onto the railing next to me, his arm behind me to grab onto the pillar I'm wrapped around, to steady himself. I finally look up.

He’s tall. Black hair, and brown eyes that shine like honey in the setting sun. and beauty mark under his left eye. 

“Well then I’m not letting you do this alone.” he shocks me to my core. He’s a stranger, and he’s gonna throw away his life on a whim? 

“No. You need to go, the sun is setting. Take my bag, there's food, water and other supplies.” if he was smart he’d leave, save himself. Once it’s dark out there's no telling how chaotic they’ll be tonight.

He shakes his head, black hair shaking with the movement, falling lightly into his eyes.

“You think I want to go through this either? This world? And alone at that?” He’s been alone too? I mean why am I surprised. If I've been alone all this time I’m sure others would be, I just kind of convinced myself there was no one left.

He continues to talk, “No thank you. So, if you insist on jumping, be my guest, but you’re gonna have some company. Or we can walk off this bridge and find some shelter for the night.” 

He startles me, his hand on my cheek wiping tears I didn’t know I had been shedding. His touch is gentle and warm, alive. I take a deep breath, looking into his eyes. I haven’t seen eyes like his in so long, eyes with life and fear and affection.

I nod and we carefully come down off of the railing. I pick up my bag, I had thrown it next to an abandoned car, and we start walking. It’s silent for a moment.

“Why?” I finally ask. He doesn’t turn to look at me.

“Why not?” He says it like he’s trying to make me laugh. Then sighs.

“I’ve been alone too. Maybe I did it because I’m selfish… Maybe I also did it because we can be alone together.”

We continue to walk in silence. It’s comfortable, like all this weight on my chest has been lifted off and I can breathe.

“I’m Hyunjin, by the way.”

This is my first time writing on here and I hope you guys like it. I am going to start a tag list because I was asked to so just let me know if you'd like to be added to that. Hope you enjoy :) ~ Cecilia 🧡

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Solace Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Peace Hyunjin Apocalypse AU. Paring: Hyunjin x OC (Sarah) Trigger warnings: Talks of Suicide, spooky descriptions(?)

It’s dark here. Only the silvery light of the moon lets us see faintly.

It takes me a bit before my eyes adjust. The floor is covered in a layer of dirt and mud. Others must have come in here when everything first went bad. 3 rows of shelves behind us with small white paper bags on them, the bags slumped over, deflated, as though waiting to be claimed, that won’t be happening. Cans of baby formula have fallen off the shelves and popped open, covering the floor. Pill bottles strewn about, no telling if they’d been thrown or just dropped in a hurry.

I should remember to grab some supplies before heading out. You never know when you’ll need cold medicine, pain meds, or a tampon. It would suck to have to have to bleed through the only clothes I own now.

We already did our rounds to make sure we are alone in here. We know where the exits are, only two, the one we came in and one through the back that leads to an alley between the two buildings.

Hyunjin, he says his name is, looking ethereal in the dim light. Crouched over his bag, hair falling forward to curtain his face as he looks through it. His bag looks light, must not be much in it. I can see him shift some clothes around and I hear the soft rattle of a bottle, medication maybe? He runs his bony fingers through his dark locks to see better, and pulls out two cans. He reaches out and offers one to me, the blue fabric bracelet that’s too big for his wrist sways with the motion. When was the last time he ate?

I shake my head and put my hand up to refuse, what if this is the only food he’s had in awhile? I can’t take that from him. He grabs my hand and places the can into it. Gentle, that's how his touch is. It’s quick brief, like second nature, as if he’s so used to touching me.

“You need to eat. Even if it’s only a little. Please. Eat.” He sounds so… concerned? I can’t understand why he cares so much about my well being. He doesn’t even know me, we only met 2 hours ago. Then again if I saw someone after all of this time being alone, I would also want to make sure they were okay and living.

It’s nice to be taken care of for once. I can’t believe he’s been here this whole time and we didn’t find each other. Wait. Has he been here this whole time? I guess I don’t really know, I know nothing about him, other than his name… and the fact that he’s made it this long. Who knows what things he’s been through or had to witness.

“Thank you.” I say lightly my voice barely above a whisper.

I look down at the can, peaches. I can’t even remember the last time I had peaches, I used to have them all the time. I pull the tab and open the can as quietly as I can, Hyunjin mimicking the motion. You never know what will set off the things that lurk. We sit diagonal to each other, slightly facing each other, but always able to see the entrance. I sit on one leg with the other bent in front of me, ready to be up and moving at a moment's notice. I look over at him and he looks as nervous as I feel eyebrows knit together looking at the door. It’s nice to know it’s not just all on me to be alert. At least not for tonight.

I sigh in contentment, I feel like I can breathe, even if it’s just for this moment. I slide my leg, which was bent, under me to sit cross legged. My bag in my lap as I rest my elbows on top of it and take a bite of the peaches. They’re as good as I remember them being.

Weird how in the back of this pharmacy, behind the counter for shelter from the completely windowed front of the shop, sitting on the floor with a stranger on a day in which I almost lost my life, eating a can of probably expired peaches, this is the happiest I've been in awhile.

I look up at Hyunjin to see him taking a spoon full of peaches in his mouth, frows burrowing and cheeks puffing slightly. I can’t help but smile, he’s so… cute?

He looks up, catching me staring. I avert my eyes back to my peaches. “What?” he asks, I can hear the smile in his voice.

I haven’t used my voice in so long, I don’t even recognise it. Talking to someone felt like something that would never happen again. I have had encounters, small ones, with insignificant people who always parted ways at the end of the day. But it has been so long since even my last conversation with a thinking person, since the last time I had company through the night. Not that we are spending the night doing more than talking. It has been… a while.

“Peaches are my favorite, you know?” I look up at him again, our eyes meeting. He smiles, and my breath catches lightly. He’s beautiful, I could watch him smile all day. I shake my head lightly and pass it off as though I’m moving hair out of my face. I need to calm my thoughts about the man in front of me, no matter how gorgeous he may be.

“I found them this morning, maybe I was supposed to find you too.” He says, eyes softening. And even though I’m at peace at this moment, I just have to know.

“Have you been here the whole time? In the city?”

He looks down, jaw flexing and nods. “I grew up here. I was with my brothers, but we got separated trying to leave the city.” he pauses, taking a breath, this is painful for him. I instinctively reach for him but stop myself. That would be too much, he doesn’t need comfort from a stranger. We’ll probably go separate ways in the morning anyway. I would just slow him down after all, another mouth to feed. Someone to look after. I don’t want to be a burden.

“I like to think they got out, and that’s why I haven’t seen them since.” he shrugs, looking down and playing with his food. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “I’m sorry…” he says, unable to hide the soft crack in his voice, as though he’s on the verge of tears. I had no intention of making him uncomfortable.

“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.” I wrap my arms around myself lightly for warmth. “That’s your business, so I’m sorry for prying.” I pause debating whether or not to voice the insecurity that my brain feels. My feelings win in the end. “We’ll go separate ways in the morning. I won’t take advantage of your kindness.”

His head shoots up at that. Eyes glossy. “What?” genuine shock, his voice comes, with a crack that makes me wince, and he is a bit louder than previously. I look around in fear, and put my hand up to motion him to lower his voice.

“Listen, you saved me and I’m grateful. But why would you want to stick together? You don’t know me. I would just weigh you down anyway. I don’t want to be responsible for getting you killed.” I say matter of fact. Everyone around me either dies or leaves.I’m just going to get him killed, like I did mom. I can’t have someone else leave like Peter did. No one deserves to wake up to find that the only other survivor they have had contact with in 4 months, has abandoned them with no explanation and no goodbye.

I don’t want to watch this incredibly sweet person, who cared enough to save some stranger at the end of the world from ending it all. No one else would have done that.

“Do I get a say?” he asks voice quiet, reserved. His eyes searching mine. I look away.

“Why do you want one? What benefit do you get out of sticking around me?” A few seconds go by, completely silent, the only sound our faint breathing. “You literally know nothing about me, you don’t even know my name.” He hasn’t asked, I wonder if part of him is also scared of what getting emotionally attached means for him. It’s a mistake to care about people here.

“I won’t have to be alone anymore.” It's like all the air gets sucked out of the room. My chest is tight. I have been hoping that there are people still around, hoping to finally find my people to stick with, and every time something goes wrong. What if I get this man killed?

That’s when we hear it, the sound of broken glass being stepped on. Our eyes go wide. I put my can of peaches on the ground as softly as I can, as does Hyunjin. I slip my bag from my lap back onto my shoulders. I lean on the side of the counter that has been keeping us shielded from outside, from the floor to get some idea of what we are dealing with.

There are two. Both of them face their backs to us. Their breathing is fast, it makes them bounce a little. Every breath they take comes out as a wheeze or grunt. The sound of the glass under their feet is keeping them distracted, their moves jerky trying to find the source of the sound that bothers them. The one on the right turns slightly. It’s female in appearance, maybe what was once a woman in her 30’s. Her dress is a burnt orange but seems darker in the light and with all the caked on dirt and blood. I know what her eyes probably look like, they all look almost the same. Bloodshot, veiny, glossed over, no signs of life. Yet they move, as though the blood in their bodies still runs warm.

I didn’t hear them enter, I must not have closed the door all the way because unless they learned how to pull open doors, there’s no reason for them to have gotten in. Of course it had to be me. Always the one to put those around me and myself in danger. I should have done another round before settling in.

The only way out now is through the back door. I turn to look at hyunjin who is crouched behind the counter, back pressed up against it, bag in hand. I point to the back door. Going outside is a huge risk, but we can’t stay here anymore. It was a poor choice to stay in a place that’s entire front is windows, now we're paying for it.

He leads the way, slowly moving to go behind the tall shelves that hold medication. There are 3 rows of them and we’re past two when I hear a pill bottle rattle. Oh no. I look down, of course, I kicked it. We don’t look back, I know we’ve alerted the two inside the store and they’re going to alert more. We sprint to the back entrance. Slamming the door closed behind us.

Now out on the street, in the back alley of the pharmacy we are vulnerable. We can’t risk going out onto the main road, but staying in this alley isn’t any better. I can hear them. The ones inside bang on the door, desperate to be set free. But there are more I can hear shuffling on the street. I look up, there are fire escapes.

In a panic I grab Hyunjin’s arm and pull him, “The roof.” I say no room for argument, and we start to climb.

When we get up to the top, we search the whole roof, it’s empty. I make sure the door that leads inside the building is locked down tight.

When we’ve done our rounds we come together in the middle of the roof. At least we don’t have to be as quiet up here.

“Okay.” I say to him, he looks at me confused.

“I don’t want to be alone anymore either.”

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Dancing With Our Hands Tied

pairing: Hyunjin x fem!reader

tags: angst, fluff in ending, dancer Hyunjin, non-idol!au, college au, swearing

summary: Being in the coveted dance team of the university was no small feat. After being in the team for a whole year, you find yourself about to participate in a prestigious inter-college competition for Duet performance with none other than the college IT boy and dance team captain- Hyunjin. You'd spent one year suppressing your big fat crush on the charming boy, but now that you find yourself dancing in his arms, he just might paint you golden.

wordcount: 6.4k

Note: This can be read as a one-shot but I was kind of expanding on the universe from the Lee Know oneshot Mr Gorgeous.

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It was a nice Sunday morning and like every college student, all you wanted to do was sleep in. But unlike every student, you’re part of the university dance team. From the outside looking in, it was the most glamorous group to be a part of. Being a part of the team inherently gave you the highest social status on campus. You got special exemptions from certain tests and even privileges for missing mandatory events.

Little did they know that all the shine comes with a mountain of hard work. Getting into the dance team itself was a major task lasting 5 entire rounds of selections in multiple genres, solo and group showcase. And once you make it, there is no room for complacency. The team did at least three performances a month- in-house and external. So the only constant in your lives was practice sessions, assignments and sleepless nights.

For being the most desired group on campus, the dance team never got the time to do any of the popular kid things, apart from the validation itself. Except for the dance team co-captain, of course. Hwang Hyunjin will not let busy schedules and tiring practices stop him from being the campus IT boy. Nobody, literally nobody, is privy to his charms.

Including you.

Despite a lifetime of training in dance, the primary reason you tried out for the dance team was Hyunjin. You still remember the goosebumps on your skin and the way your jaw was on the floor the entire time he was on stage. On the day of your freshman orientation a year ago, you had joined hundreds gathered in the amphitheatre to see the dance team perform. The then sophomore, Hyunjin along with his friend Lino (Lee Minho), had been the stars of the show. The entire team, including the charming ex-captain- Chris, were immaculate. The performance was so power-packed mixed with equal parts grace and emotions. While the boys had done a hip-hop rendition, the girls had taken a contemporary approach. The two eventually collided to meet in the modern-pop genre for the finale. You decided then to join the dance team, so you did a few months later.

Although you should’ve decided against harbouring a huge crush on said It-boy. In the first two shows after making the team, you were nothing but a blubbering mess. It took all of your conscious energy to not stammer every time he so much as looked at you. Ultimately, you mellowed down, or maybe the reality of seeing Hyunjin woo more than half the campus with his charms and leave a trail of broken hearts got to you.

You still respected him as a dancer, it’s hard not to when he oozes power, grace and sometimes the literal demon while dancing. His on-stage persona was almost entirely different from the idiot who runs around pissing off his Co-captain Minho, or constantly trying to borderline harass the newest and youngest addition to the team- Jeongin.

Your phone alarm starts ringing bringing you back to reality- Sunday morning rehearsal. You silence it before it disturbs your roommates’ precious sleep. Trying your best to tiptoe your way around the dorm room, getting ready and after grabbing a granola bar from your desk, you make your way to the practice room.

On the way you meet your favourite person on the team- Felix (truth be told he’s everyone’s favourite).

“Hii Y/n.” He waves furiously giggling as he walks up to you.

“Hi Felix” you giggle back, simply because it’s impossible not to get affected by his infectious joy.

“How are you so cheerful at 6:30 AM?” You ask as he gives you a side hug. He just shrugs and skips alongside you to the practice room. You let out a little laugh at the little ball of sunshine that is Felix as he starts animatedly telling you random stories.

The practice room is in shambles. You and Felix exchange a flabbergasted look at each other and look around the room again. Everyone is crowded in the centre and talking over one another.

“Y/N! Come here. Fast.” You hear your Sumi, your teammate, call from somewhere amidst the chaos. When the team starts noticing you enter the room, they fall silent. They move back from crowding in the centre and you realise all eyes are switching between you and Sumi who is holding a paper in her hands.

“What’s going on?”

Sumi gulps and hands over the paper to you.

Inter-College Dance Competition Category: Duet Participants: Hyunjin and Y/N

Shit. Holy shit.

“Morning guys.”

The voice startled you. You whip your head to see Hyunjin enter the room, his duffel bag on his shoulder, clothes crumpled, and hair in a messy bun. Yet he looked ethereal.

He looks at you and smiles. “Oh Y/n, you’ve heard the news. Good, we can get down to the details then.”

Details? What details? Oh, right dance.

“Uh-huh. Yeah. Sure.” You finally manage with a nod.

“Alright guys let's start, we’ll do a couple run-throughs till noon, take a break and convene here at 4:30pm to get ready for the show. Finally, we go up there and rock the crowd. Sound like a plan?”

Everyone cheers and you nod, still processing the fact that you had been chosen to dance a duet with Hyunjin. Not just any performance but the biggest inter-college competition in the state. With Hyunjin. A duet. You. And Hyunjin. Good god it’s going to be a ride.

The team goes into a practised routine of rehearsals, chaos, more rehearsals and even more chaos.

At 1 PM you’re glad you can finally rest for a few hours before the performance. The evening rolls in, and you head to the green room. One by one, the girls start getting ready and the green room is already chaotic but becomes a full-blown circus once the boys crowd in.

From your place, you watch as Hyunjin hugs Jeongin so tight that the poor junior looks like he could die. Lino is sitting in his favourite corner (he has one everywhere he goes), cuddled up with his girlfriend- man has been the biggest simp since they got together a month ago. Felix is going around giving everyone motivation and cheering them up- typical Felix. He hugs you so tight and warm, you can feel the nerves physically leave you. Then there’s Yeji and Lia, discussing choreo parts with Sumi and others. The air in here is infectious, everyone is equal parts excited and nervous.

The performance goes by in a whizz, the adrenaline rushing through your entire body as you stand on stage witnessing your friends, classmates, seniors and juniors in the crowds enjoying the performance.

You feel alive.

Afterwards, you change out of the costume into your sweats and meet all your classmates who had come backstage to support you. The gratitude that fills your chest leaves you emotional.

You give Jeongin a tight hug, congratulating him on his official performance as part of the team. Even if he hates the hug, he gracefully accepts it and smiles wide. You were very entirely endeared by his cuteness- everyone was. Specifically his super fan Hyunjin.

Think of the devil and watch as he walks to where you and Jeongin are. Even though you squished down your tiny crush, you've always felt nervous around him- simply because he is Hwang Hyunjin. Now the impending performance and the sheer idea of having to spend weeks practising with Hyunjin- one on one, is doing no help to your nerves.

"Jeonginahhhhh," he squeals and you step back as he hugs the younger member. Jeongin tries his best to smile and endure it but fails, making you crack up.

"Hi Y/N," Hyunjin says, finally letting the younger one go free finally and turning to you.

"Hey, Hyunjin. Amazing performance." You manage to say, trying to keep your nerves at bay.

"Thanks. You did well too." He flashes his smile, his fringe falling to his face and his eye twinkling as his cheeks light up.

There goes any attempt of calming your nerves.

Hyunjin continues to shower Jeongin with compliments, rightfully so, and you watch how he looks carefree and young as the latter is glowing in pride and embarrassment.

Right as you turn to take your leave, Hyujin calls your name.

"Yeah?"

"We need to discuss the performance, when can we meet about that?"

The frown on your face turns up before you realise it and he laughs.

"I get it. I need a break too. Maybe we can meet on Friday evening?"

"Yeah, sure. That works for me."

"It's a date."

A what?

But before you can mull over what he meant, your friends drag you out of the green room to celebrate. You were glad for the welcome distraction. Especially watching Seungmin and Yumi constantly fight over everything as you and Jisung sit there laughing at their antics.

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"Y/n, You can do this! It is just dancing. You've been doing this your whole life. Well, not dancing with Hyunjin, but the semantics don't matter. You can still do this. It is just called a duet, maybe the two of you will not even be on stage at the same time. Hyunjin is a busy guy, he might just ask you to do your own choreo for your part. Y/n, I know you're gonna sla-"

"Y/n, I will MURDER you if you don't get out of the bathroom right fucking now."

Yumi's voice breaks you out of the pep-talk you were giving yourself in the bathroom mirror. You give yourself one final thumbs up and head out to see a fuming Yumi standing on the other side.

She grunts like a wounded dog and you giggle as you hug her in apology.

"Sorry. Anyways, I'm heading out now. Haffun." You pick up your bags and start walking toward the dorm room door.

"I will. All the best for your meeting. And Y/n?" You hum looking at her.

"It'll be alright, don't stress out too much." You nod appreciatively and wave as you head out.

The whole way to the practice room, you keep repeating the pep-talk to yourself. You've spent a good amount of time in the last four days telling yourself that the date comment is just a habit for the pro-charmer Hyunjin and it means nothing. You might've also spent a good few hours warning yourself not to develop any embarrassing feelings for him.

When you enter the practice room, you see Hyunjin, Yeji and Minho sitting in a corner discussing something. As the only seniors in the group, they make all the logistical and creative decisions for the team. Minho spots you first, smiling politely and Yeji follows suit. Hyunjin nods in your direction as the three of them start to pack up.

Yeji and Minho make small talk with you before leaving and you're left alone with Hyunjin. He sits down in the centre of the room, in front of the full-length mirror, and ties his shoes as you walk toward him. He's in his usual sweats and hair tied in a half-up bun.

"Hi." You mutter as you sit down next to him.

"Hello. Had a nice break?" He smiles and you nod.

"Yeah, slept like a pig. What about you?"

"Meh, I mean I got a break from the dancing but still... senior year you know. I'm just perpetually tired." He does look tired and you nod sympathetically.

"Well, I'm sure you'll fare better than me as a senior next year." He says with a smile, sounding sincere and it takes everything in you not to blush.

So much for no embarrassing feelings.

"Oh, sure. Don't downplay your achievements. No one could lead this team the way you do." You were speaking the facts but seeing him smile wide and bright made your stomach flip.

"Aye you don't need to butter me up anymore, you got the part in the biggest competition now."

"Hey, I wasn't trying to butter you up." You feign mock offence.

"Okay, I believe you. Anyway, let's start with the concept."

Please say anything except sexy or love.

"So the concept is love- more like finding your way back to love. So I thought we would do something where estranged exes find their way back to each other kind of."

Big time fuck.

You nod and smile as you process his words and what this might mean for said embarrassing feelings (which you will not harbour). You decide to be a professional and only focus on dancing.

"Yeah, that sounds cool. Do you have any choreo already planned?"

"Yeah." He pulls up his laptop from his bag and shows a video. Hyunjin and Yeji are dancing in the video, the dance is… touchy to say the least. You refuse to acknowledge the churning in your stomach as you see the two of them dance closely.

The dance is split into three parts- starting with solos expressing the regret and anger that both parties have, proceeding to a mirroring sequence where their anguish aligns and finally, the slow dance symbolising the happy ending.

Once the dance ends you stare at the blank screen for a minute before turning to see that Hyunjin is expectantly staring at you.

“So?” He asks with raised eyebrows and a small smile playing on his lips.

“Umm it’s amazing. As usual.” He smiles and waves away the compliment.

“I have one doubt though, why didn’t Yeji and you perform this?” Your voice comes out low and quiet. A part of you hopes your question doesn't make him rethink and choose Yeji instead- for dance, of course.

He shakes his head sidewise, a shy smile on his face. "It didn't feel right."

"Oh."

"Alright, so I can start teaching you the common parts and we can modify according to our needs as we go. I'll leave the solo to you. Okay?"

"Yeah cool."

Lord knows how this is going to end.

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"Hyunjin, let's do this once more and then we'll move on to the next part." You reprimand a whining Hyunjin, lying face-first on the practice room floor. It's the fourth day of practice sessions and both of you are running out of fuel quickly.

"Y/n, you're doing good. Let's just take a break and start with the slow dance part." He whines turning to face you with a pout.

You want to give in to his antics but you hold your stand. Partly because it is a mirroring dance and you desperately want to be completely in sync with Hyunjin (the man dances like he is the god of dance). Another part because you wanted to delay the thought of starting the next section of the performance because the thought of being close to Hyunjin and doing the slow-contemporary dance section made your legs turn to slime.

"No. I just want to perfect this. Just onceeee. Then we can take a break, and start the- the other part." You flash him your best puppy-dog face and he sighs as he gets up from the floor.

"Alright let's do this but I don't know what you are worrying about, you're perfect already."

Cue embarrassing butterflies and feelings you definitely do not feel.

And like clockwork, the two of you start moving according to the beat. You had watched Hyunjin's every minuscule movement and so had he. Now you are in so much sync that the perfectionist in both of you is almost entirely satiated.

"Okay... that was brilliant Y/n. Please let's take a break and start learning the next part." He says taking deep breaths and chugging water. You can barely nod as you catch your breath.

The next hour is spent eating the dinner you ordered a while back, reviewing the latest run and the choreography video.

"What are you thinking for the solo part?" He asks between bites and you have to admit he looks cute with his cheeks filled as he chews and frowns as he enjoys the food.

"I'm thinking of sticking to my roots- just contemporary."

"Oh that's good. You're good at contemporary."

"I- Thanks." He smiles.

"You should do something similar to your audition performance."

You nod involuntarily and then his words sink in. "You remember that?"

"Yeah, I do. It was an amazing performance Y/N. I'm sure everyone remembers it." You scoff and he raises an eyebrow.

"Minho asked me if I am new, last month."

He laughs. "No no, that's just his messed up humour sense. But anyways, I speak for myself when I say it's hard to forget such a good performance. And you."

You end up swallowing a big bite of your burger and start to choke as he just smiles and hands you the water bottle. Before you can say anything, he is up for the next part.

It starts fine, the two of you slowly moving toward each other with each step- from mirroring each other to reaching out. Then comes the trickier part. It starts with your hands brushing, the two of you circling around the other, looking into each other. Obviously, you look anywhere but his face. Because staring into those eyes will not do anything good for you. He doesn't say anything if he notices the little flinches or lack of eye contact.

The two of you keep practising the moves over and over until both of you are satisfied with the flow. Now it is becoming increasingly hard for you to focus on these details. Especially considering how your heart is beating in your ears with every step the two of you take.

He needs to hold your hand and move it in a curve while his other hand is on your hip. And it gets worse, as the following step requires you to turn and face him, your hands on his neck, his on your hips as you bend away and come back to his embrace. He suggests going over each movement slowly and it worsens your plight. You hear his voice from a distance as you do your best not to stare at his lips that are inches away. You can see that he is saying something and you find yourself nodding along. You do the step according to his counts and return to his embrace.

This is when you do the mistake of looking up at his face, he is staring down at you too. You see the black fringes that have escaped the bun, sticking to the corners of his face. His forehead is lined with beads of sweat, thin darkened eyes, and plump lips slightly apart. The clock ticks somewhere but neither of you seems to realise, until eventually, you snap back into sense- the inherent panic of feelings stirring in your stomach.

You step back and look at your feet, he stays still and starts fidgeting with his hands.

"I- Um... It's almost 10. I- I should head back." You stammer, slowly looking at him. He looks at you for a second and nods. You nod and start collecting your things.

"Do you want me to walk you back?" And thud goes your water bottle, slipping from your hands- entirely due to your clumsiness and nothing to do with butterflies, of course.

"Uh no not necessary. It's just a 5 min walk." You hope he looks disappointed but hope is a dangerous game for a fool trying to live in denial.

"Ok. Bye." He turns to his bag before you can say your bye and that's that.

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"Two days. That's all we have for the performance! And this is when Hyunjin decides he can just go galivanting about and not show up to practice." You groan to yourself, standing in front of the full-length mirror in the practice room.

The last two weeks of practice have been a lot less eventful compared to the first. After the first day of doing the slow dance, things shifted between Hyunjin and you. Both of you became more distant and closer, at the same time. Some days you bickered like childhood besties, and on others, both of you walked around each other on eggshells. He often showed up to morning practice with crumpled clothes and messed up hair and your heart would drop to your stomach realising he must've spent the night with someone else. You would immediately reprimand yourself for making assumptions just to get your feelings in check.

And yet here you were, mind running in a million different directions as you figure he could be with anybody right now, while you sit in the musty old practice room at 7pm on a Saturday evening. These thoughts never helped, so you resort to your comfort zone- dancing.

And for the third time that evening, you go over your solo part and the rest of the dance. You are tired of dancing the same things so you start freestyling to your favourite tracks. Dancing always made you feel good, especially when you poured all your emotions out through your body. You lost yourself to the song, letting the beat and your body carry you away.

That's how you fail to notice Hyunjin's arrival until you get startled by the loud claps coming from the door. You whip your head around to see him standing with his go-to sweatshirt, duffel bag and hair in a bun. He is smiling wide, the kind that made his eyes small and cheeks full.

"Y/N, that was sooo goood. I've never seen you move like that till now. That was amazing, really!"

This boy made it so hard to live in denial with his charm, kind words and that smile. And that's why you can do nothing but smile and giggle like a little girl as you mutter a small thanks.

"Sorry, I got caught up in work. Have you been waiting long?" You watch as he puts his bag down and starts stretching and you see that his sweatshirt is inside out, and his hair is messier than you've ever seen. Here's the thing about this boy- he goes around breaking hearts without intending to. And here's the thing about unrequited crushes- you become somewhat of an Agatha Christie, just connecting all the randomest dots just to make up reasons to let your heart down again, it's almost a masochistic need. Logically, you knew better than to assume messy clothes meant anything of significance. But as a woman on a mission to prevent herself from falling deeper, you would grip onto anything that provides an anchor for your heart- even if it means you end up breaking your heart anyway.

And which is why you blurt out, "Why do you care if I wait... I'm sure you have better people to attend to anyway."

The piercing tone of your voice makes Hyunjin stop in his tracks and look at you through the mirror. The room is dead silent as you pick apart the skin in your cuticles in an attempt to keep the tears from falling and your heart from breaking further. Maybe it was the exhaustion, the all too familiar feeling of heartache that comes with unrequited love, but the shell you had so carefully maintained had come crashing down.

"Wha- What are you saying?" His voice comes soft and nervous. You do the mistake of looking up, through the mirror. You scoff and swallow the tears back, "No, nothing. I just- forget it. Let's practice."

"Are you sure? You just said something abou-"

"Can we just practice once and get over with this. I'm exhausted." You snap.

He just nods and proceeds to start the music. You don't look at him, not even during the mirroring sequence, he huffs a little too loudly at that. The run-through itself goes smoothly, until the last sequence. It's hard to do a romantic slow dance when you refuse to meet his eyes and keep flinching every time he touches you. Still, both of you push through. You get out of his clutches the second the song ends and start to pack your things.

"Y/N, why are you already packing?"

This boy makes it very hard not to get unreasonably angry at him because he doesn't let you hate him.

"It's almost 9 pm Hyunijn. I have been here since 6, I'm tired." He just nods and stays silent. You gather your things, throw your bag on your shoulder and leave. If he realises that this is the first time in two weeks you didn't wave or say bye enthusiastically like you usually do, he doesn't show it. If he realises that this is the first time in two weeks that he hasn't asked to walk you back to your dorm and you refused the offer like you usually do, he doesn't show it. The walk back to the dorm feels a lot heavier for the first time.

The next day is nothing short of a struggle, your eyes burning due to the incessant crying from the previous night, mind spinning everywhere and body weak. You were ashamed to have let your feelings mess you up so bad. Usually, you'd be extra careful to eat more and rest well during practice and performance times. This is probably the first time that you show up to the dress rehearsal with big bags beneath your eyes and feeling like a mess. It's not your first unrequited heartbreak, just the first time it feels this heavy and lonely.

The rehearsal is sullen- neither you nor Hyunjin makes any effort to talk. The tension in the air gets to the audiences for the day- Minho, Felix and Yeji. They exchange looks and try their best to engage both of you in some kind of conversation- it doesn't work. You put on the outfit and it makes you look decent despite your haggard state. The salt in the wound is how gorgeous Hyunjin looks in his outfit- not surprising, but still annoying considering he walked in looking downright homeless and sleep-deprived. The outfit doesn't hide the state of his face, yet he looks gorgeous. A week earlier both of you had been so excited to see the outfits, you even had hopes of Hyunjin finally seeing what is in front of his eyes. Yeah, stupid embarrassing feelings.

There are two full run-throughs, and the emotions until the last part is so enthralling to the audience. The three watching can see the tension flash as the two of you do your best to avoid each other's eyes and finish the dance. They don't press much, you're thankful for that. Getting out of the outfit, ready to head back to the dorm, you step out of the door only to find Hyunjin standing there- back in his oversized sweatshirt, messy hair and sullen expression. He always looked a lot younger and innocent when he wasn't performing, and you liked that about him- until now.

"Y/N, can I walk you to your dorm?" His voice quivers and he looks like an actual wounded puppy.

"Not needed." You avoid his gaze to evade giving in and walk away before he can retaliate. You always refused his offer knowing it was just another steep step right into disaster- as if the one already caused wasn't enough. You've also seen him pull the same gentlemanly moves with girls and boys across the campus and watch the poor suckers fall for him only to get burnt. Even after trying your best, you got burnt, you didn't need more reason.

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"Y/N, can we just talk once before going on stage please," Hyunjin begs from the driver's seat. He is driving the two of you to the competition and the minute you sit down he says this.

"Let's just go. I have a headache." It wasn't a lie, but it felt bad rejecting him that way. The rest of the drive is silent, save for the faint music coming from the radio- which was annoyingly filled with love songs. After an hour's drive, you both arrive at the location. the entire place is filled with students from multiple universities across the state, all excited and dressed up, except for the two of you. You hate yourself for making this hard for both of you, especially when he did nothing actually wrong.

Stupid feelings.

"Stop fidgeting with your nails." Hyunjin snaps at you. He is sitting next to you in the green room- looking ethereal with makeup and costume on.

"I'm trying." You grunt back. There are ten minutes left for the performance and both of you are getting increasingly agitated.

"I'll help," is all he says before taking your hand in his and caging it there as looks toward the side of the stage. You try to protest but he clutches your hand pretty firmly.

"I won't burn you, stop squirming." His words effectively shut you up. You try to numb the feelings arising from his touch. You almost manage to do it until you realise he is rubbing circles around your palm. You're simultaneously calming down and getting more worked up. But he does manage to distract you till it's go-time. He gives you a small genuine smile and you nod, almost letting the tears fall. His face deflates but he immediately collects himself and goes into performance mode.

The music begins, you look out into the crowd, the nerves turn to excitement, and you feel alive. Hyunjin's solo leaves the crowd in awe. The audience goes wild during the mirroring sequence. But all the sound starts draining out as you move closer to him. You look at him, he looks at you, and your hands intertwine. The both of you move according to the beat- the only thing that exists right now is the music, Hyunjin and you. For the next minute he's yours and you're his. No one needs to know, the world could divide you later but for now, this was your sacred oasis.

A tear rolls down your cheek, and he reaches to brush it off in sync with the beat. His eyes sparkle, and there are a million emotions behind them. You want to hold on, you want to dance with him as long as you can. Both of you are in the tightest embrace you've ever been in, with shallow breaths, wet eyes and a big lump in your throat. The applause makes you break and look at the audience.

Neither of you speaks as you wait backstage for the last performance. You look everywhere but at him, trying to be as discreet as possible while rubbing the tears off your face. Eventually, all contestants are called up on stage. Hyunjin and you stand shoulder to shoulder, his palm brushing against yours but never reaching to hold on. The third and second places have been announced, the room is pulsing with tension and yet all you can think about is the man on your right.

You faintly hear your name, along with Hyunjin's, and it takes two seconds to realize that you've won the competition. What should've been the highest of highs of your life feels anti-climatic. You look up at him, both of you are smiling wide with teary eyes. You bear tears of fear and heartache, while he is probably teary-eyed on achieving this prestigious prize. The two of you collect the prize, congratulate fellow participants, and socialise with the other people there with practised smiles.

After an exhausting hour, the two of you are back in Hyunjin's car, still in outfits and makeup. He drives silently and you close your eyes fearing the tears will fall down otherwise. The car halts a while later as you've reached the campus. Both of you collect your things, take the cup and medal you won to the practice room and change out of the costumes.

Just as you turn to leave the room and head back to the dorms, he stops you with a hand on his wrist. You turn to question him but he doesn't look at you. He's locking the door with one hand as he holds on to you with the other. You roll your eyes.

"Hyunjin let me go."

He turns, now done with the lock, and starts walking forward as he drags you with him.

"Let me go, Hyunjin. I'm serious." He keeps walking, and you follow, until you've reached a room that looks like a storage room. He stops in front of the door and still doesn't let go of your hand. You're too confused to say anything although your head is buzzing with a million questions.

"When someone asks to walk you back, you should let them."

"Huh?" He turns to look at you, eyes dark and serious. He hasn't taken his makeup yet and he looks positively dangerous if not enthralling.

"I said, stop refusing when I ask to walk you back." His words are sharp and his voice is low.

"Why? What does that change?" The sting in your eye returns, you can't bare to look at him so you turn away.

But he holds your chin in his palm, the one that isn't holding your hand, and turns you to face him. "Y/N, I don't understand what I did wrong. Just please tell me, I'll do anything to make you happy."

"Why? Why do you want to make me happy? So that you can break my heart like you break everyone else's?" He looks shocked and the tears are now flowing desperately from your eyes.

"What are you even saying?"

"Hyunjin stop pretending... everyone knows that you just charm people and sleep around. Actually, it's not even your fault. I'm the idiot who knew all this and still let myself fall for you." You can feel your heart disintegrate and sincerely wish he'd let you go so that you can go hide in the comfort of your bed.

"What the fuck Y/N? Just 'cuz people say something doesn't make it true. I don't just go around flirting and sleeping with people." He's angry and you can hear it. You know he has the right to be but can't help your emotions. He is still holding your hand despite his anger, you note.

"Then where do you disappear off to every night? And why do you always show up in dishevelled clothes and messed up hair?" You sound stupid, now that the words are out of your mouth, but then no fool in love ever remains sane.

He sighs and throws his head back in frustration.

"You idiot. That- that's not because I'm fucking someone every night. It's- I go to.."

"To what Hyunjin?" Your patience is running low and he looks nervous.

He sighs. Letting your hand go, he opens the door to the storage room and turns the light on. It is an art studio, filled with paintings upon paintings. You turn to Hyunjin, more confused than before.

"This is my makeshift studio. A gallery owner has signed me on as the artist for their upcoming exhibition. I'm trying to get stuff done for that. It's next week. That's why I am always late to practice and why I look 'dishevelled'." He says quietly, with air quotes and a desperate tone in his voice.

"What?" To say you're surprised would be an understatement. You know he is an art major and that he paints, but all of this is new information. You look around the room once more, there are various kinds of paintings- places, flowers and even people.

"Yeah. I've been trying to show you my work for weeks now, that's why I keep asking to walk you back. I have always wanted to show you my work but didn't get the courage to talk to you personally till the practice." He looks nervous and his mouth forms into a pout. You just let out a laugh as more tears roll down your cheeks at the relief. "Why are you still crying?" He asks slowly as he wipes the tears away and you just laugh.

"So... you're not with someone else?"

He smiles now and shakes his head. "But I want to be..." Your eyes widen and the lump in your throat that was finally starting to dissolve comes back in full force. Seeing your face he starts to laugh.

He faces you, letting go of your hand to hold your face in both of his hands and leaning toward you. Your heart is beating in your chest.

"Dummy, it is you I like. Don't know how or when, but yeah..."

It appears that the act of having someone reciprocate our feelings can be perceived as rather endearing rather than embarrassing.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks slowly, his voice dangerously low.

"How are you so sure I like you back?"

He smirks at you and rolls his tongue in his inner cheek.

"Hmm... let's see how. You just acted like a crazy idiot for a week and told me it is because you thought I was fucking other people." Your face burns up in embarrassment as his smirk turns into a full smile. "Also, you get so extremely flustered every time I come close to you and your face is all red and cute, just like right now."

You close your eyes shut tight at his words, ready to combust.

"I didn't do a good job keeping my crush in control at all huh." You manage to say, slowly opening your eyes to see him smiling brightly.

"Absolutely not." The both of you laugh, he pulls your face closer and you hold onto his waist for balance. The lump of anxiety in your throat has turned into a plethora of butterflies.

"So can I kiss you or do you just want to keep staring at my lips like you do every time we dance."

"Oh shut up, Hyunjin."

He laughs and leans in but pulls back at the last minute. You let out a whine in protest.

"I- I just wanted to confirm, I like you and want to date you. Only you. Is that clear?" You just nod, breaking into a smile so big your jaw hurts.

"Also you might be the muse of my paintings."

"What? How many?"

He looks shy. "One?" You raise your eyebrows. "Okay, five."

"Hyunjin wha-"

You never get to finish the sentence as he takes your mouth in his and you've never loved rude interruptions before. Seems like wouldn't mind anything as long as you get to hold and be held by Hyunjin and dance with him through a thousand storms.

Part 1: Renascence: Hwang Hyunjin x OC

Summary: The arcane are everywhere around you they are actually more normal than you think, but what of the anomalies in the arcane like Y/n? It definitely isn't easy. Specially when the nature is always out there to get you and the ones one you love. Loosing a loved one is difficult but when you've done it a couple of times. No matter how many births he took, watching Hyunjin fade wasn't easy for you. How far are you willing to go this time to protect him? Would things be different this time round?

A/n: I'm nervous for this, I have planned hard and long. Please don't forget to sent in some notes if you liked it. Sorry for the pictures for the pictures I can't get that many appropriate childhood pictures of him so I kinda made some.

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"You're so pretty" the girl that walked up to you told you.

"You're pretty too" you said.

"I'm not pretty! I'm a boy!" The "boy" rebelled and your little brain was shocked. You couldn't think such a boy or a male could be so beautiful with such beautiful eyes and blonde locks.

"Well, you are a pretty boy" you said and giggled making the boy infront of you giggle as well.

"I'm Hyunjin, what's your name?"he asked

"I'm Y/n" you said, still looking at him in awe. This was the first time you actually saw anyone apart from your Appa or your dad, someone of your age. None of the villagers came to this side of the meadow anyway so you were shocked to see this kid who seemed the same age of you there. "How did you get here?" You asked.

"I was following a butterfly I wanted to make it's picture" he said pouting a bit an sitting. The two of you picking at the flowers and making braid crowns. It was getting late when Hyunjin stood up to leave with a promise to meet again the next day.

And that became a regular, and that how you'd meet you first friend, Hyunjin. The only mundane you ever met who remembered your name.

"Y/n? Whose this?" You heard Taehyung Appa's voice.

"This is Hyunjin" you said with one of the hugest smile that he had ever seen on your face. The look on your face, he knew.

"Hyunjin, this is my Appa" you said hugging Taehyung's legs. Hyunjin instantly stood up and bowed and said "Hello, Y/n's Appa, its nice to meet you I am Y/n's friend Hyunjin"

"Wah, Hyunjin, you're such s good boy" he said

However, this joy of yours did not last long. Three years after you met Hyunjin and his family moved away from the Village.

"But-but he told me he'd never leave. He promised me!" You said teary eyes and ran to Jin "Dad!"

"Aw sunshine, I'm so sorry. But dad can't do anything about it" he told you.

"They are mundanes Y/n they can't stick around long anyway, you can't hold on to everything they say" Taehyung said. You just looked at him, not understanding what he said.

"Oh Tae, she's just a child" Jin scolded Taehyung who just frowned. It hurts both your Appa and dad to see you hurt like that. But, Taehyung felt that this was necessary for you to realise that being an immortal it was bad to get attached to mortals especially mundanes.

It took you days to get over the grief of the loss of your only friend.

As you grew up you learnt what made you different. Why the village lady you met a few times during going shopping with Taehyung always seemed to forget your name and they didn't even realise that they did. You got to know the truth about your real parents. You knew you were an anomaly, a creature that should not have existed in the first place and you had once asked Taehyung.

"Appa? What would happen if I never existed?" You asked with the innocent look that always adorned your baby features. What you didn't inew was the question almost brought stinging tears to both the elder males' eyes.

"Without you your Appa and dad would be very sad. You are our angel, you are special and no matter what anybody says you are our daughter" Jin said and picked you up and hugged you. The hug was then joined by Taehyung who wrapped an arm around both the sides of Jin keeping you in the middle.

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A few years passed

"Y/n, meet him" Jin said bringing in a handsome man.

"Hi, I'm Seonghwa" he said, bending down to your level and extending his hand.

You put your hand in his and said "I'm Y/n." Breaking out into a toothy grin.

"Will you remember my name?" You suddenly remembered the people who always forgot your name because you're a damphyr.

"I will never forget it" he said.

"He will help you study, and train. Actually Sunshine, we've got a new job and we'll have to leave for sometime" You heard Jin say and you nodded

"When will you be back?" You asked, trying your best not to try.

"Just in a month" he assured

"Can you be a good girl?" Taehyung asked you,as he bend down in front of you.

"I'm always a good girl, Appa" you said and hugged them both.

Seonghwa could feel his heart melt at this exchange.

The next week was spent getting to know Seonghwa, as you parents got ready for their trip. "Do we have to leave, can't I just stay?!" You heard Taehyung once saying as he wrapped his hands around Jin's torso, keeping his head on his wide shoulder.

"You know you can't denh the council, it's not good"

Sone time later you had asked Seonghwa "Hwa?"

"Yes?" He cooed.

"What's a council?"

"That's a big word, where did you learn it from?" He asked in surprise

"I heard appa and dad talk about it" you said honestly

"It's actually a system, I told you how human's have laws?" He said and you nodded "Well the council a similar one for the Arcanes"

You nodded your head lips shaped in an O.

Soon the day you dreaded came and Jin and Taehyung left, after Jin gave you a huge talk about how you should not be naughty and never go anywhere alone.

And telling the same to Seonghwa at a point Taehyung had to pull him away or they wouldn't have reached the council in time.

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"Y/n you stay here, I'll go take a shower" Seonghwa told you and went to the washroom. That was your moment, you snuck up to the water reservoir above the room and fulfilled you plan and with in moments you heard.

"WHAT!"

"NO NO! NOOOO!"

"YYYYYYYYY/NNNNNNNNNN!!"

"WHERE ARE YOU"

You rushed back to your spot, practically dying of laughter.

"What have you done?" A voice was heard and you hid behind the couch

"Your hair was blond for so long, I was bored" you said scared that he might scold you

"Ah sweetie you should have at least asked me. We could have done it peacefully" he said

And you were shocked even Jin had scolded you for dying his hair purple and only calmed down when Taehyung said he looked really good but Seonghwa just has no problem? Seeing you quiet he says

"Next time, you choose my hair colors okay?" He said with the sweetest while there and you nodded. He then asked "You wanna go to the town nearby?"

You nodded again

"Then go and get ready" he said and you rushed to find a proper dress and to comb your hair.

When you were done Seonghwa carefully helped you mount your pony and climbed his horse then he thanked your stable boy Jake and the two of you rode away. He stopped infront of a shops that had many cages infront of it all had birds, rats, hamsters and various animals.

As soon as the two of you stepped inside the shopkeeper bowed to Seonghwa and showed him a direction.

"C'mon" he said and held your hand as you gripped into his.

The man showed you little fur ball.

"KITTI!!!" you screeched and rushed to the meowing wonder.

"His name is Charlie" Seonghwa said

"Is he yours" you asked him

"Yes, he is actually a muhang."

"A WHAT?" you asked visibly confused

"Well you know souls reincarnate in various forms right? But, some souls are special they reincarnate in the same form with the same identity, they are called Muhangs. Charlie here, has been with me for 200 years. He passes and then again comes back to me as a kitten, I don't know how that is possible but fate bound us together"

You took in all the new information wide eyed. And they asked "So can we take Charlie home?"

"Yes, he is mine and yours now" he said and you cheered. Taking him in a basket the two of you stepped out, upon reaching the town plaza you shook Seonghwa gently and said "Ice cream! Ice cream! Hwa can we get ice cream!!!" You jumped

"Okay. Okay. Let's go" he said

You were happily about to lick your ice cream when you saw him.

But, his hair was black and him, why is he still the same age?! Those eyes and that face, the face you buried deep to pipe down your sorrows and grief. Your ice cream fell from your hand and you froze.

Right that moment he turned to you side and looked into your eyes. It's the same eyes. Its the same face yes.

But, why is he still so young?! And his hair?! You looked at him to find him looking at you, but the look in his eyes when he found you staring at him. You could see the unfamilarity in his eyes.

You ran away from the place with Seonghwa behind you, you stopped at your house.

"Y/n! Y/n, stop! WHAT IS WRONG?" he asked you

"It was him Hwa!" You said in tears "It was him! And he didn't know me. And he was still small. What happened Hwa!" You said as you shook him by his arms "Why!why! He said he'd always remember me!"

"Y/n you're mistaken" Seonghwa said

"I knew what I saw!" You said almost in spite.

"No Y/n" he still said in a soft voice "please stop crying. You must have seen someone else"

"No Seonghwa! I know what and whom I saw. I can never mistake Hyunjin!"

"But the Hyunjin you knew died years ago!" He said, and his eyes went wide in realisation.

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