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I AM GOING INSAAAAAANEEEEEEEEEEE
kinktober day four
roleplay hyunjin x fem!reader
summary: hyunjin has invited you to his art studio where he says you need to brush up on some of your basic art skills.
warnings: professor/college student roleplay, lots of praising, nipple play, unprotected p in v
1.2k words
“are you sure you should be asking a student that, mr. hwang?” you’re sat on one of the stools in the middle of hyunjin’s small art studio. he’s sat across from you, an easel with a large canvas acting as a barrier between you.
he peeks out from behind the easel and pushes his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “knowing basic human anatomy is a very important basic art skill all my students should have an understanding of.”
“but how am i supposed to learn when you’re the one painting?” you ask while slowly starting to unbutton your shirt.
“a bit of a smart ass, aren’t you?” he retorts, tying his hair back and out of his face.
you giggle and slide the silky white fabric of the shirt down your arms and toss it at the foot of his easel.
“now your skirt,” hyunjin instructs while picking up one of the large brushes from his side table and dabbing into a color and smearing it on the canvas.
you stand up from the stool and make a show of sliding your skirt down to the floor and kicking it with your shirt.
“do you often forget to wear panties when you're having one-on-one meetings with your professors?” hyunjin asks, observing as you sit back on the stool.
“just the hot ones,” you tease.
hyunjin chuckles and makes his way to where you are sitting. “i’m gonna put you in a pose, and you can’t move or you’ll mess up my proportions, okay?”
you nod and hyunjin slowly parts your legs to face his easel. he places one of your hands on one of your knees and the other to rest gently on your exposed clit. you gasp slightly at the sensation. hyunjin then positions your head to look directly at the easel. he moves back to his seat and admires the positon for a second.
“hmm,” he thinks aloud. “that works.”
he sits back on his stool and grabs another brush and begins to work on the canvas. you’re entranced by his focus expression looking to your and back to the canvas.
“you’re doing so well for me, staying still,” hyunjin praises.
his words run straight to your core and you whimper softly. the gentle feeling of your fingers resting over your clit are driving you insane.
after about thirty minutes of working silence, hyunjin sighs and leans back to look at the canvas.
“what’s wrong, mr. hwang?” you ask.
he doesn’t answer you, instead he gets up from the stool again and walks behind you. you notice the tent in his pants as he makes his way around you and you can help the rush of arousal that runs to your core.
you feel hyunjin’s soft fingers on your back and fidgeting with your bras clasp. you feel the clasp release and your lacy bra fall down your arms, getting caught on your arms. hyunjin walks back to stand in front of you and assists in moving your arms from the spots to remove your bra and places your arms back.
“i need to see your full beautiful figure to finish my painting,” hyunjin purrs, moving one of his hands to your breast and pinching one of your nipples between his finger tips. you moan out in response and hyunjin smiles and sits back on his stool and begins working again.
in between one of his glaces from your body to his canvas hyunjin smirks.
“what are you thinking, mr. hwang?” you ask, curious about his expression change.
“i’m debating on if i should paint the puddle you’ve made on my stool,” he laughs.
you face flushes a deep run and you quickly look down at the stool below you.
“i didn’t say you could move,” hyunjin snaps. you quickly look back up at him and fix your pose.
hyunjin laughs again. “i’m doing final touches now, it’ll only be a minute longer.”
he keeps to his word and as the minute passes hyunjin turns the easel around to face you. you stare at the painting for a bit. embarrassed that its your naked body on the canvas, but amazed by his ability to capture details in such a short amount of time.
“it looks amazing, mr. hwang,” you say sweetly.
“thank you, y/n.” he smiles.
“will you now tell me how i can improve my own work?” you ask.
“touch yourself for me,” hyunjin says blankly. “you deserve a reward for being so good for me.”
you whimper and slowly and finally put pressure on your begging clit. you rub small circles on the aching bud and hyunjin watches in awe. after a minute, hyunjin unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants down just enough to free his aching cock.
hyunjin notices your attention shift from his face to his cock. “come here, y/n.”
you quickly get up from the wet stool and make your way in front of hyunjin. “yes, mr. hwang?”
hyunjin puts his hands on your hips and guides you to stand above his lap. he grabs his cock with one of his hands and lines it up with your entrance. you slowly slide down on his member and wrap your legs around hyunjin’s middle. you place your hands on his shoulders to balance yourself and hyunjin moves his hands down to cup your ass and meets his lips with yours.
hyunjin kisses you with passion and lust like never before. he begins to thrust his hips up to meet yours and you both into each other's mouths. hyunjin stands up from the stool and walks you both over to his desk and sits you down on it. he breaks away from the kiss and places one of his hands on your hip and the other to cup your cheek.
“mr. hwang, please fuck me,” you purr.
“jesus,” hyunjin moans.
he slowly slides his cock out of your slick hole and slams it back in quickly. he starts to fuck into you at a steady pace. you move one of your hands down to your clit and rub circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. you unconsciously clench down on his cock and hyunjin hisses and quickens his actions.
you both moan out loudly and hyunjin moves his head so that his mouth is next to your ear.
“do you fuck all your professors, y/n?” hyunjin grunts.
you shake your head, “no, just you.”
“good girl,” hyunjin moans.
he moves his hand from your cheek and grabs the underneath of your knee and push it up against your body. the new position has you seeing stars and moaning out of control.
“hyunjin! please!” you cry.
“what did you just call me?” hyunjin grunts.
“i’m sorry!” you exclaim. “mr. hwang, i’m sorry.”
“good girl, good girl,” he says before pulling you into another kiss.
you whimper loudly and feel yourself coming closer to your release. you pull away first.
“mr. hwang, can i cum please?” you whimper.
“fuck, yes, cum with me, please.” hyunjin moans. he quickened his pace and with a few more thrusts you both finish with loud moans and cries.
hyunjin slowly continues to fuck both of your through your orgasms and you rest your tired head onto his chest. when hyunjin stops he sighs loudly and places one of his hands on the back of your head and rubs small circles on your scalp.
“you’re such a good student, y/n,” hyunjin giggles.
“thank you, mr. hwang,” you mumble into his soft chest.
HYUNJIN GLASSES >>>>>>
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Carousel┃H.HJ SMAU
・❥・Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Female Reader
・❥・Genre: Kind of (?) Villainous FL , angst, romance, college au, enemies to lovers, very minor love triangle, social media au (With written parts)
・❥・Synopsis: It girl, Queen Bee the most popular girl around campus Song Y/N was envied by everyone. She has it all, money, the looks and brains. After making a bet with her bestfriend Yeosang her life takes a turn to the worse, seeming to lose everyone around her she doesn't expect the only person to stick by her side to be her Ex-first love and long time enemy - Hwang Hyunjin.
(The bet part is inspired by the k-drama tempted however nothing else is the same)
・❥・Warnings: Vulgar language, swearing, kys jokes etc. Mentions of weight and disordered eating. Sexual themes and talks. FL is really mean and malicious at times (will get better ofc) {will add more later if needed}.
・❥・Status: On Going.
TW = TRIGGER WARNING.
W = WRITTEN PART.
Profiles (Y/N's Friends)
Profiles (Hyunjin's Friends)
Profiles (Notable Cast)
One - Cheating Again.
Two - New Girl.
Three - I hate Her.
Four - The Beast Is Out.
Five - Early Birdies.
Six - What’s Your Problem?
Seven - Talking In Circles.
Eight - Just One Meow (TW).
Nine - Give Us A Chance.
Ten - Operation : Hwang's Pet.
Eleven - Why Is It Always Her? (TW) (W)
Twelve - Lock Me Up.
Thirteen - The Bet.
Fourteen - A little Too Silly.
Fifteen - I'm A Fuck Up
・❥・Taglist: Open.
saudade | hwang hyunjin smau
saudade: (n.) a nostalgic longing to me near again to something or someone that is distant, or that has been loved and then lost; "the love that remains".
pairing: hwang hyunjin x female reader
genre: best friends to strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, social media au (with written parts).
summary: y/n loved her best friend during high school, but didn't have the courage to tell him even when he was moving to another country. Now, during college, he returns, and all her "forgotten" feelings as well.
status: completed
000 — PROFILES
000 — PROFILES 2
001 — ABOUT PRESENTATIONS AND RETURNS
002 — ABOUT CELEBRATIONS
003 — ABOUT VISUALS AND PICTURES
004 — ABOUT FEELINGS (written)
005 — ABOUT REALIZING
006 — ABOUT JINNIE AND DANCES
007 — ABOUT FRIENDS AND PARTIES
008 — ABOUT GOSSIP
009 — ABOUT GIRLFRIENDS AND UBERS
010 — ABOUT REENCOUNTER (written)
011 — ABOUT DATES AND NUMBERS
012 — ABOUT COFFEE AND COINCIDENCE
013 — ABOUT BATHROOM AND DATES
014 — ABOUT HOPES AND HOME
015 — ABOUT LOSING YOURSELF
016 — ABOUT PRINCESS AND COMFORT
017 — ABOUT LOVE AND BETS
018 — ABOUT PLACES AND BONDS
019 — ABOUT BUTTERFLY AND COUPLES
020 — ABOUT SAUDADE
THE END.
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Hyunjin sickfic when. *folds arms waiting patiently* 🤭
I love your writing sm I’m gonna cry
𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐨
pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader (afab)
genre: sick!fic. idol!hyunjin. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. reader pov. established relationship.
content & warnings: explicit & strong language. mild thematic elements. hospital visit. this one's got angst in it. reader is sick (with a sprained ankle). hyunjin is worried af, as he should be lmao. reader has low self-esteem w/her dancing abilities, and has difficulty opening up about how she truly feels. pet names (affectionately). toothe-rotting fluff.
word count: 6.3k (yikes got carried away with this one wtf)
summary: it's been proving to be very difficult to keep the dance class that you take three times a week a secret from your boyfriend hyunjin. and the lies only become even harder to tell when you suddenly hurt your foot during class one night.
a/n: originally, i was planning on posting this yesterday as a kind of valentine's day gift for you guys, but then uni homework raw-dogged me like a total bitch and i got fucked over with a horrible migraine later in the night... i love my life!!! 😊 anyways, this was really fun to write- i FUCKING ADORE SOFT HYUNJIN!!! 😭 thanks for requesting, @hyungenie5... i hope this little piece of writing is to your liking, and thanks for your support~ 🤍
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The dance class was supposed to remain a secret. No one - not even your boyfriend Hyunjin - was supposed to know that you were taking it until it was long over in the summer. By the end of the class, you hoped that your skills would improve immensely and that you’d be able to join your boyfriend in the studio some time to dance with him.
But unfortunately, those grand plans all came to a halt late one Friday night.
When you were practicing a certain twirl that had been giving you a hard time for the past week. For some reason, one of the laces of your sneakers had come undone. And this prompted you to trip over it when you suddenly came out of the spin.
You landed on the ground in a heap of limbs, clenching down hard on your jaw at the feel of a sharp pain shooting through your left ankle. The ache was agonizing, and it took everything in you to not scream out in anguish at the feeling that had quickly exploded inside your ankle.
Soon, your classmates rushed over and helped you off of the floor and onto a nearby bench, where your teacher took a look at your foot.
“It doesn’t look too bad, it’s just a bit swollen from the impact,” she said, peering up at you, a sheen of sweat glistening across her exposed forehead. It was sweltering in the practice room at the gym where you were taking the lessons, and everyone crowding around you was out of breath from the routine that the class had been practicing tirelessly for the last month or so. “I’d advise you to keep off of it as much as you can for the next few days and ice it every night. Don’t come into class Monday and instead give it a rest, and it should be better by the next session on Wednesday.” Your teacher instructed you, before giving your knee a gentle squeeze and going back to a group of students who needed her advice on a certain move. You had class every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday late in the night, but surprisingly, the sessions were always packed with wannabe dancers, even late into the night. It just proved how many people desperately wanted to become better dancers. And you were one of those ‘people.’
“Can you make it to your car alone?” One of your classmates asked. You looked up at Yejun, offering her a smile that quickly turned into a grimace of pain. You had met her soon after you started the class, and the two of you had grown closer over the past few months.
But no one knew who you were dating - who your boyfriend of three years was. They couldn’t know, otherwise, that would jeopardize everything Hyunjin did for work and your entire livelihood. So, you mostly stayed silent about the intimate details of your personal life with everyone else and opted to talk about the surface-level things in your life.
“Yeah, I don’t think I can do it,” you laughed in a humorless kind of way. Without another word, Yejun was picking up the large duffle bag that you always brought with you to practice. Then, she was slipping an arm around your waist and leading you out of class and through the spacious gym. It was still relatively busy even for it being so late in the night on a Friday.
“You promise that you’re gonna rest?” She rose a black, perfectly-manicured eyebrow your way as you shuffled out of the main doors of the gym.
And even though you had only known her for a few months, she could get a pretty good read on you. How you didn’t like asking people for help and how you tended to bottle things up all of the time. You had done such a thing since you were a very little girl, and you supposed there was no changing the way your mind was built. Even still, this aspect of your personality drove Hyunjin insane. He’d pry and pry and pry for you to tell him what was truly wrong with you, and it’d take more than just a few kisses and gentle words to finally get you to talk. It didn’t matter who you were with - who you were talking to - you just… couldn’t talk about really personal stuff most of the time.
“Yeah, yeah- I’ll rest all this weekend.” You rolled your eyes at Yejun as you stopped just in front of your car. You pulled out your keys, unlocking the doors before throwing your duffle bag into the backseat.
“Okay, well… drive safe and take it easy, yeah?” She mumbled, pulling you into a gentle hug, and you gave her a quick pat on the back before pulling away. “See you on Wednesday?”
You flashed her a playful wink, “Sure thing!” You waved her off as you slipped into the driver’s seat of your car. Your friend returned the gesture before she turned around and jogged back into the gym.
As soon as she was out of sight, you let out the moan of misery that you had been holding in for the last few minutes. The pain seemed to shoot through your ankle in quick increments, traveling up the length of your leg and pooling in your knee.
Holding onto the steering wheel with a death-like grip, you took a few deep breaths. The ache wouldn’t be this bad forever. You just needed to ice it. Just follow what your teacher told you to do, and you’ll be fine. You said all of these things and more to yourself inside your head as you turned your key in the car's socket and the car’s ignition roared to light.
Just get home and get in bed, and then everything will be alright.
But everything was not alright.
This was made so apparent when you stood in front of your apartment door and the remembrance dawned on you that Hyunjin had the entire weekend off. So that meant that he would be home earlier than he usually would be on a Friday night. And since it was a quarter-past-eleven at night, he was sure to be home.
Fuck.
It had already been an entire production getting out of your car and into your apartment’s elevator, what with your limping form and all. But now you had to face your very own boyfriend, who wasn’t even aware that you were taking a dance class in the first place. You wanted it to be a surprise for him. You had always been self-conscious about your dance skills ever since you were a little girl.
And then you went ahead and started dating one of the best dancers in all of the Kpop industry. As a consequence, your self-esteem in the dancing department tanked astonishingly low. You’d regularly join Hyunjin in the studio late at night at the company, and sometimes he’d try to teach you some of Stray Kids choreo. But most of the time, you made a complete fool of yourself, and instead opted to just watch him from the sidelines. Watch in silence, offering praise when you could, about how perfect his angles were, how amazing his technique was, and how his flow and rhythm were impeccable with the music.
Meanwhile, deep inside your mind, you were playing the same thought over and over again; why can’t you just be a better dancer like him? Why can you just not suck at it, for once in your damn life? He probably thinks your horrible, and he’s right… no wonder why he stopped offering you teach you.
But in the new year, finally feeling fed up from always feeling shitty when your boyfriend would show you a video of his dance practices, or when you’d watch him in the studio, you decided to sign up for the beginner's contemporary dance class at your local gym.
It was daunting, at first, to go by yourself without knowing anyone there, but soon, you got used to the feeling and genuinely started to enjoy your time spend in the studio. It was hard work, that was for sure, but you liked the idea of finally finishing it in the early spring and then surprising your amazingly-talented dancer boyfriend with the choreo that you had learned and practiced tirelessly for the past few months, unbeknownst to him.
To keep the class a secret from Hyunjin, you had lied and told him that you were going to the local gym and lifting weights. And it wasn’t a complete lie, because technically, you were at the gym. You just weren’t lifting any weights.
Nevertheless, Hyunjin had been hesitant about the idea. Especially since you would be coming and going so late at night. At first, he had protested against it because of how many creeps could be hanging around the gym that late at night. He didn’t want you willingly putting yourself in any danger from being out so late alone. But, after much negotiation and pleading on your part, you had managed to convince him to be okay with it. And then, you were off… attending the class three times a week and absorbing the lessons like a little ocean sponge out in deep sea waters.
You gathered up all of the courage you still had inside of you as you shuffled across the apartment’s threshold. A couple of the lights were left on in the living room, and dim classical music was filtering out through the nearby room to the right of you. Hyunjin’s art studio. The two of you had chosen this specific apartment to rent out because it offered two bedrooms, and the space that he wanted to make his office had an amazing, large bay window that showcased a huge portion of Seoul's cityscape. The view in there was breathtaking and was the key inspiration for a lot of his recent art pieces.
A sigh of relief fled from your lips as you dropped your duffle bag down on the nearby dining room table and made to get some ice for your foot. Your entire body was sticky from your dried sweat, and you longed to hop into the shower for a nice cool-off. Just as soon as you ice your ankle.
Just as you were filling up a small plastic bag of ice, you heard a door open behind you. Then, in a few beats, you felt two long arms wrap around your waist from behind. If you weren’t in so much pain at that moment, you would’ve been happy to feel Hyunjin’s presence at your back. But mostly, you just felt exhausted and irritable. And these were two things that didn’t mix well together.
“Welcome home, sweetheart,” he muttered, as he leaned down with his tall frame to pepper gentle kisses against your shoulder. “How was your workout?”
“Fine, I guess.” You said in a slightly-dismissive tone, as you finished filling up your baggie with ice.
“And why in the world are you filling up a plastic bag with ice?”
Your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach at his question. Because in your state of discomfort and exhaustion, you hadn’t thought out the lie that you would have to tell him for why you could barely fucking walk. And you definitely couldn’t tell him to the extent that the pain was at. But there was no getting around the fact that you had hurt yourself, so better to tell a small white lie than ignore it entirely.
“I, uh- kinda hurt my foot when I was working out with weights tonight, but I’m okay.” You said, trying to keep your voice light and airy.
Immediately as the words fell from your lips, Hyunjin was turning you around. His eyes raked over your face, assessing your neutral expression before flitting down to the rest of your body. Like he’d be able to see any other injuries you hadn’t told him about if he looked hard enough.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” His brows were furrowed in worry, the concern blatantly shining in his dark brown eyes. His fingers brushed across your cheek, before tucking a few stray, sweaty strands of your hair behind your ear.
You gave him a soft smile, leaning up to ruffle his fluffy, peachy-pink hair a little bit. “Yes babe, I’m fine.”
“Then, you should rest and use the ice pack.”
You gave him a sardonic grin, “That’s what I was trying to do before you stopped my plans and started to grill me with questions.”
He slipped his arms from your hips and reluctantly stepped away from your frame to allow you space to continue your routine. But not before he leaned down into you with his towering form and pressed a gentle kiss against your lips. And if your foot didn’t currently hurt like a bitch, you probably would’ve melted into his embrace and let him hold and kiss you for a long time after that. Instead, you just felt like a sweaty ball of painful shit and wanted to hop into bed as soon as possible.
“I’ll be in my office if you need anything…” Hyunjin’s delicate voice stayed with you in the kitchen, as he trekked back to the door to his office.
You quickly grabbed a kitchen dish towel to use to wrap around your bag of ice. “Alright. I’m going to take a quick shower and then head to bed.”
“I’ll be there in a little while,” your boyfriend said, and when you looked up at him, he was giving you this sweet, pure look of devotion. But it was also mixed with a tad bit of unease. He never did like the idea of you being injured in any way. “Try to get some rest, yeah?”
“Sure, baby,” you flashed him a wink, “but only if you come to bed relatively early tonight.” It seemed like he was always slipping into bed late these days… curling up behind you well past three in the morning. He proclaimed that it was only because inspiration struck him the strongest late into the night, and while you weren’t one to stand between an artist and their craft, there had to be a better solution for inspiration than ruining his entire sleep schedule.
“I'll sure try, sweetheart.” Hyunjin’s soft voice followed behind you, as you made your way to your shared bedroom.
At least you weren’t the only one who told lies in the relationship.
The next day, your foot hurt like a literal bitch all day long. The pain wasn’t too bad after you first woke up, and upon icing it for a little while, it felt somewhat better. But then you went about the apartment doing the chores that you usually did every Saturday, and the discomfort returned tenfold.
At one point, it was so bad that when you sat down on the living room couch for a few minutes to give it a rest, you could barely get up again. And when you untucked your sock after lunch, you noticed how your left foot was looking a little… discolored. Some parts of your ankle were grayed, and a tiny bit of swelling was present too. But you had hurt it in dance, so that was to be expected.
You tried to hide the agony that you were in from your boyfriend, but being the perceptive man that he was, he automatically picked up on it. After all, he had become attuned over the years to understanding when you were feeling shitty since it took you so long to admit to him how you were feeling. Throughout the day, he’d ask you if you were okay and force you to sit down for a few minutes to ice the hurting foot.
But it was after dinner that he finally decided to put his foot down about the whole thing. He had dragged you over to the living room couch, practically throwing you onto the plush cushions before plopping down beside you.
“And what gives you the right to think you can throw me around like your own personal rag doll?” You asked, playfulness dripping from your tone. You turned to him and rose a quizzical eyebrow his way as he turned on the tv and flipped through Netflix to find a movie to watch. The usual thing that you two liked to do every Saturday night; was curl up on the couch and get all cozy with each other. The movie nights either ended in one of two ways, cuddling until you both fell asleep right then and there, or making out and soon traveling into the bedroom for a long night of fun.
“I’m forcing you to take a break, that’s what I’m doing,” he leveled you with a serious face, a slight frown pulling his mouth downwards.
You folded your arms across your chest defensively, “I don’t need a break, babe. I’m fine.”
“Oh yeah? Well then, I guess I’ve just been imagining all of the pained faces that you’ve been making all day, or that perpetual furrow in your brow that you always get when you’re holding something in?” Hyunjin said, voice completely flat. Just then he reached out to you, wrapping a long arm around your waist and yanking you close to his side before tucking a fuzzy blanket around the two of you.
“I’m not furrowing my brows.” You said defensively, even though you had given up on fighting him any longer. Honestly, you were a little too tired from all of the hurt and activity of the day to care. So you snuggled deeper against him, slinging your arms around his waist and breathing in his scent of fresh linen and sweet roses. “And besides, the apartment needed cleaning. A bad foot wasn’t going to stop me from completing my mission.” You had taken some pain medication soon after lunch, but since it was late into the night, it had worn off. You’d have to take some before you went to bed, but it didn’t seem to help that much, since you had still been in pain even after taking it in the middle of the day.
“Just shut up and relax, will ya?” Your boyfriend all but grumbled, as he finally selected some random thriller to watch. You hid your smile behind your blanket as you felt him lean down and press a few kisses atop the crown of your head. “Just want you to feel better, my love…”
You turned your head up on his shoulder so that you were staring right into his expressive dark-brown eyes. “And I already do feel better just with your kisses alone.” A smirk spread across your mouth, as you leaned into him and your mouths met again in a soft kiss.
Your boyfriend motioned with his head to the flashing tv screen in front of the two of you, “Now, let’s focus on the movie so that you can get your mind off of the discomfort.”
A few giggles escaped from deep inside of you at his serious tone. He truly did care a lot about you and your well-being. And so that’s why you didn’t want to tell him how bad the pain was. Because you knew that as soon as you told him, he’d get himself all worked up into a tizzy and obsess over your health until you were back to one-hundred-and-twenty percent. Would practically nurse you back to health, ignoring all of his other duties at the company until he could confirm with his own two eyes that his girlfriend was feeling much better than before.
So you stayed silent, refraining from revealing to him how much agony you truly were in from your foot alone. You turned your attention to the movie in front of you.
And the feel of his long, muscular arms wrapped around your waist and squeezing slightly, the comforting sense of his warm body just beside yours, did wonders to the pain. It worked better than any of the medicine in the entire world, and you soon found yourself completely ignoring and forgetting the ache that was shooting through your foot and up into your veins and instead was basking in the feel and smell of your very loving boyfriend.
“Sweetheart, do you want to stop and take a rest for a minute?” Hyunjin asked you in a gentle voice the next day. What with it being Sunday and since the two of you were still off from work, you had decided to spend the day out on the town - shopping around.
You two had already eaten a sweet breakfast of pastries and coffee at a local cafe and were currently walking the streets of Hongdae, in search of a matching set of hoodies that fit both of your styles perfectly. So far, you had had no luck at the boutiques that you had already searched. The fuzzy hoodies were either too frilly or too plain...
You shook your head vehemently, “No, I’m fine… don’t worry about me.” But you knew you telling him that would only make him worry even more. Since your foot only hurt even worse when you woke up early that morning. The pain throbbed up your leg now, and it felt like somehow was grasping harshly at your left ankle bone every time you walked on it, rattling the thing bitterly.
You were practically limping pathetically at your boyfriend's side, desperate hands clutching at his arm to stop you from completely toppling over into a pile of weak limbs right there. Because that’s what you were feeling at that exact moment; weak.
Hyunjin ran a frustrated hand through his peachy-pink locks, an exasperated sigh flooding from his lips, “I knew I shouldn’t have agreed to us going out today-” He started to grumble beside you.
Just then, the two of you stepped over a particular area of sidewalk that was somewhat cracked in the middle. And of course, your left shoe - your bad foot - just had to get caught in the tiny space there. Immediately, your body hurled to the ground as you grasped for your boyfriend. Thankfully, he caught you just in time before you hit the asphalt, pulling you up onto your feet again.
And when you stood straight once more, the agony only intensified even more so. Feeling so overwhelmed by it, and so, so weary with sudden despair, a tiny cry escaped past your lips as your legs gave out from underneath you. Toppling onto the ground in a heap of exhaustion, the tears were freely flowing down your cheeks.
Hyunjin was already crouching at your side, one arm wrapped around your waist. “Darling, what’s wrong-” He began, the worry seeping from his tone.
“It’s hurts, Hyunjin… like, a lot…” You managed to get out in between your sobs. Your vision was blurry from your tears, cheeks warm to the touch at the embarrassment of feeling others' eyes on you as they passed by on the street.
But not another word needed to be spoken, as you were soon being lifted into your boyfriend’s arms. And a moment later, he was gently placing you down on a nearby bench.
He was then crouching in front of your feet, gently grasping at your left foot and holding it out to him slowly. “Can I take a look at it, sweetheart?” He asked you with all of the tenderness in the world. The look in his eyes then- one of pure apprehension and heartache did something funny to your heart and only made you cry even harder. You nodded your head in silent approval.
Heart beating wildly inside your chest, you waited, and watched in bated since, as your boyfriend gingerly slipped off your thin sneaker. With thin, nimble fingers, he slid your baby-blue sock down and off of your foot.
And the moment he saw what lay underneath, he gasped audibly. Your foot was steadily turning purple and blue and was swollen all around the ankle. Eyes completely focused on your foot, Hyunjin turned your foot from either side, inspecting it diligently.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of looking at it, he stared up at you with wide eyes. The heartbreaking look in them told you all you needed to know- the way that his lips slightly fell open in his surprise, jaw clenching in anger. “B-Baby, has it looked like this since you got home from the gym on Friday?” His fingers gently swept over the bone that was slightly protruding out to the side near your ankle.
The tears had begun to slow down, leaving wet trails down either of your heated cheeks. Sniffling, you meekly nodded your head yes in answer. “Why? Is it that bad?”
A deep crease formed between his dark brows, and his blush-pink hair blew in the cool February breeze that suddenly swept across the streets at that moment. “Sweetheart, this looks really- really bad,” his eyes flitted down to your foot again, which he was still holding in one of his palms. “I’ve seen a lot of injuries, and I know the signs… honey, I think you’ve sprained it.”
Your heart plummeted into the pit of your stomach. “W-What? But… how could that be? It’s not like I-” Your voice took on an incredulous tone, but before you could say anything else, your boyfriend was moving your foot again, turning it slightly so that he could slip your sock back on. You hissed in discomfort, biting down hard on your bottom lip to quell the moan that wanted to bubble up and out of you just then. The pain was unbearable.
Your boyfriend stood up from the ground, fitting two hands around your waist and helping you rise from the bench. He slipped an arm around your hips, securing you to his side as you slowly began to shuffle down the street, going backward from the way you had just come from. “C’mon, we gotta get you to the hospital.” He said, leading you two away from the shops that you had been at for the last few hours.
“Hospital? No- that’s not necessary, I just need to… rest at home, that’s all…” Your voice trailed off as another wave of pain throbbed through your tender foot.
Hyunjin leveled you with a glare. “It’s either you come with me willingly, or I carry you in my arms bridal style. Either way, you’re fucking going to the hospital.” The way he said the last of his words in that deathly-low tone sent a chill down your spine. Because you knew it all too well since he’d only use it on you when you were being particularly stubborn. And almost always, it was during a time when you weren’t taking any regard for your health, and Hyunjin had to force you to do the things necessary to practically stay alive.
“O-Okay…” You whispered. You struggled along beside him, fingers holding on tight to his thick brown winter jacket. “Just… don’t let go?” You stared up at him with big eyes, lip quivering a little bit from the pain of having to walk and put pressure on your bruised foot.
“Never, sweetheart.” He brought you closer to him then, practically wrapping both arms around your waist and helping you along the sidewalk as you slowly made your way back to his car.
“Well, you have a sprained ankle,” the nurse told you a few hours later. She was a rather short, petite-looking woman, with long, black hair swept up into a tight braid at the back of her head. “You’ll need to diligently rest for the next… four to six weeks. The doctor suggested using an ice pack for twenty minutes a few times a day, to help with the swelling.”
After you and Hyunjin had left Hongdae, it was only a matter of time before he found the nearest hospital and checked you into the Emergency Room there. After waiting for a little over an hour, you were finally called back into one of the exam rooms. It merely took the nurse and doctor one look at your ankle to confirm that it was sprained. After the doctor’s assessment, the nurse filed back into the room to hand you some paperwork to fill out.
During the entire visit, Hyunjin was sitting beside your hospital bed in a small chair, clutching onto your hand as you awaited the news of your diagnosis. He let out a sigh of relief at the news of it only being a sprain since he had been worrying that it was broken instead.
“And don’t walk on it,” the nurse continued, as she handed you a bottle of prescribed high-dosage pain medications. “I understand that it will be difficult to assimilate to a less active lifestyle for some time, but please remember that if you walk on it, doing so can put you at risk for horrible complications in the future and hinder you from achieving a full recovery.”
“I understand, thank you so much,” you said, giving her a soft smile as you fit the bottle of pain meds into your nearby purse. Your boyfriend was still clutching onto your hand, fingers squeezing a little too tightly as you positioned yourself back on the bed.
"I’ll give you two a few minutes, and then come back to assist you in checking out at the front desk.” The nurse returned your smile and bowed slightly at you and Hyunjin before making her way out of the room, quietly shutting the door behind her.
Immediately, your boyfriend turned to you with a deep frown. “And you’ve been walking on a sprained ankle for the past… three days.” He shook his head in disapproval, running a frantic hand through your hair. “Honestly, Y/N, I don’t understand why you do this to yourself- why you do it to me…”
Training your focus down at your lap, your fingers absently played with a loose strand from your thick winter sweater. “It’s not like I mean to not tell you stuff. It just… happens.”
“And you said you got this from lifting weights at the gym?”
His question forced your head to shoot up without you even thinking about it, eyes locking with his as he sat just beside you in his tiny vinyl chair. “Y-Yeah… I must’ve used the barbell wrong or something.” You laughed a little anxiously, heart beating painfully against your ribcage.
Because he couldn’t find out. It was downright embarrassing to think about him knowing you had been taking dance classes. But you also wanted to keep it a surprise for him, when you eventually performed your routine for him - not like that would happen anytime soon though, since you would be on bed rest for the foreseeable future.
Hyunjin brought his hand away from yours then, folding his arms across his chest stubbornly, crossing his legs together and giving you a knowing look. “I call bullshit. You don’t get a strained ankle from lifting a few pounds.”
“And how do you know that, mister?”
“Because I’ve seen the guys get injured from lifting before, but it never has to do with their ankles.”
“Well, maybe I’m the exception.”
“Cut the crap, sweetheart,” his voice came out a little cold just then, eyes raking over your form, studying your face to gauge your emotions at that moment. “Tell me what happened on Friday night.”
The embarrassment overtook you again, and you ripped your eyes from his. Focusing once more on your hands, you twisted the end of your sweater around your fingers. There wasn’t any use in keeping the ruse up any longer. It’s not like you’d be dancing the routine any time soon. So, you finally gave in and confessed to your boyfriend in a quiet mumble.
He leaned forward, tilting his body close to yours so that he could hear you better. “I didn’t hear that, love. Speak up.”
Clenching your fists in sudden annoyance, you stared at him, already feeling the crimson pooling in your cheeks. “I said- I was taking a dance class, okay?! And I fell and hurt my ankle- the instructor said it would be fine, but obviously, she isn’t a doctor…”
Silence filled the entire room after that, and it was charged with equal amounts of confusion and hurt. “Why in the world are you taking a dance class?”
“Because- I want to be good at dancing…” You exclaimed, staring into Hyunjin's eyes with what you hoped was a fierce expression. “I fucking suck at it- and- and you’re just so amazing, and I… I wanted to surprise you with a routine that I had learned all on my own. But then, I hurt myself, so that’s never gonna happen now.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Say what?” You canted your head to the side, watching as the emotions erupted across your boyfriend's face. First, it was anger, that you had kept such a secret from him for so long, then it was sadness, that you had felt the need to prove yourself in any way to him.
“Say that you suck at dancing,” he began, as he moved forward and clasped either of your hands in his. He brought them close to his mouth, lips hovering near your skin and pressing a few soft kisses to your knuckles. “You’re great at it, baby, don’t doubt yourself. And I was never amazing right off the bat. It took me a long time and lots of hard work to get where I am today.”
“Yeah, but some people are just naturally born with it, and I don’t think I am. So… that’s why I was trying to improve.” You shrugged slowly, a zap of energy coursing through your veins each time Hyunjin pressed a fervent kiss against your hands.
“Well, I always think that improvement is good. But, there has to be a balance. You can’t simply ignore your health just because you want to get better at something.” Your boyfriend said in a calm voice, the warmth of it vibrating on your flesh and softening some hard part inside of you. “And besides, even if you weren’t born with the gift of dance - which I don’t believe to be true - there are still other gifts that you have that are unique and wonderful to you, baby. You shouldn’t compare yourself to me, or anyone else, for that matter.”
You gave him a frown, eyes locked on his mouth that kept nearing your knuckles and pressing kisses there. “I know, but… it’s just hard sometimes, you know? To be dating such a… talented man.”
A tiny sound of pain - of heartbreak - fled from Hyunjin’s mouth then, and suddenly, he was pulling you towards him. Fitting his arms around your waist, he squeezed on tight. In an instant, you melted into the touch, burrowing yourself into the crook of his neck and inhaling his calming, sweet scent.
“I’m so sorry that you’ve felt like this, sweetheart. I had no idea.” He mumbled close to your ear, imprinting a soft kiss against the exposed skin there. “How can I make it up to you, darling? How can I change things, so that you don’t think so poorly of yourself anymore?”
You positioned yourself away from him a tiny bit, offering him a light smile, “Babe, you don’t have to do anything for me. My low self-esteem when it comes to dancing isn’t your fault, so don’t worry about it.”
He leaned in, kissing your lips gently. “Yes, but I don’t like the thought of you feeling so down about your abilities…” his voice trailed off into silence, as he contemplated what he could do for you. “I know- I’m going to nurse you back to health, and when your ankle is completely healed, I’ll help you continue learning that dance routine from your class. How does that sound, love?”
You kissed him back, hot breaths mingling slightly in the passion of the moment. “I’d like that very much, but… don’t you have your schedules?”
Hyunjin waved a nonchalant hand in the air like he didn’t have so many people expecting high standards from him every single day. “I can still help you and do my job, baby- it isn’t rocket science.”
You contemplated his idea over in your head. You hadn’t liked him trying to teach you different dances in the past, but perhaps that was because of your issues and not because of his teaching. And now that your struggles with the thing were out in the open, you got the feeling that your boyfriend would be extra careful when teaching you - treat you extra gently when explaining certain moves.
“Okay, I like the idea,” you decided, nodding your head slowly in approval. A wide smile cracked across your lips as you stared at his face that was alight with happiness and contentment, “When do we start?”
“How does eight weeks from now sound? To give your ankle plenty of time to heal.”
Gently carding a few fingers through his light, peachy-pink silky locks, you bent into him, the smile still plastered onto your face as you gave his mouth another kiss which felt like the hundredth one in the last hour. “Sounds perfect.” You said, and soon he was smirking against your lips, before tightening his grip around your hips, yanking you ever closer to his form, and smashing his mouth against yours in a fiery, loving kiss.
Fin.
© ʙʟᴏssᴏᴍᴡʀɪᴛᴇsᴛʜɪɴɢs ⤐ ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ
HIGH SOCIETY
Prologue
Leaving your family behind 11 years ago you were the definition of young wild and free now. You didn't bother what others talked about you behind your back. You didn't give a flying fuck about media. Your business was going really well and you had two best friends one who you loved more than a friend. Your image on the Internet was that of a expensive brat living in the clubs having casual relationships. But little did they know about your new budding love affair with your best friend. For you your life was perfect. You had everything you wanted. Well perfect isn't forever. And that rule applied to you too even if you were the princess in your world. That single warm peaceful night your perfect night with your beloved friends turned your worst nightmare into a living reality. It was destined your world would turn upside down you thought as your parents arrived to meet you at the very same evening. You do not know if it was fortunate or unfortunate as they were the ones who brought you back. For now.
*･゜ﾟ𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: 𝑆𝑀𝐴𝑈 +𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝕝 𝐸𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡.
*･゜ﾟ𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝐻𝑦𝑢𝑛𝑗𝑖𝑛 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟
*･゜ﾟ𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔:𝑊𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑜𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑐𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟.𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑠? 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒? 𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡?
*･゜ﾟ𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕(𝖮𝗉𝖾𝗇): @97lovestay @hhjkji @roroobsessed @yumi-xox @xa21x @leagreenly
(𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥.)
*･゜ﾟ𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: strict parents, cheating, and hate comments. Swearing. Mention of reader having drugs in past. Controlling, jealousy, pressure. Please tell if I've missed something out.
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Prologue
Leaving your family behind 11 years ago you were the definition of young wild and free now. You didn't bother what others talked about you behind your back. You didn't give a flying fuck about media. Your business was going really well and you had two best friends one who you loved more than a friend. Your image on the Internet was that of a expensive brat living in the clubs having casual relationships. But little did they know about your new budding love affair with your best friend. For you your life was perfect. You had everything you wanted. Well perfect isn't forever. And that rule applied to you too even if you were the princess in your world. That single warm peaceful night your perfect night with your beloved friends turned your worst nightmare into a living reality. It was destined your world would turn upside down you thought as your parents arrived to meet you at the very same evening. You do not know if it was fortunate or unfortunate as they were the ones who brought you back. For now.
*･゜ﾟ𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: 𝑆𝑀𝐴𝑈 +𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝕝 𝐸𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡.
*･゜ﾟ𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝐻𝑦𝑢𝑛𝑗𝑖𝑛 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟
*･゜ﾟ𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔:𝑊𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑜𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑐𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟.𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑠? 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒? 𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡?
*･゜ﾟ𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕(𝖮𝗉𝖾𝗇): @97lovestay @hhjkji @roroobsessed @yumi-xox @xa21x @leagreenly
(𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥.)
*･゜ﾟ𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: strict parents, cheating, and hate comments. Swearing. Mention of reader having drugs in past. Controlling, jealousy, pressure. Please tell if I've missed something out.
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2. NOT my Limited Fall addition!
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~Word count :900 approx
You're nagging non-stop
But I’m my own boss
Gotta let me work it out for myself
Don't need your guidance
I do what I wanna
Just leave me to own my own mistakes
And let me breathe, I need a little freedom'
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As your GPS announces that you're at your destination. you take one last look of yourself in the rear view mirror noticing how your lipstick's fade out. as if on reflex your hand reaches for your makeup pouch in the dashboard of the expensive car your parents gifted you yesterday. "done" you tell yourself keeping the pouch back in its place again. pulling out your purse from the back you step out in the classy attire your stylist gave you earlier today. A nude dress going perfectly well with your hair style.
The speakers were blaring and you were unconsciously getting reminded of the life you've left behind. You enter the grand gates and walk towards the source of the sound while zoning out in your own thoughts. But they soon disrupted when you reached the inside to a...
" a pool party?"
You stand there awkwardly. Glancing over the entire place in search of a answer to your confusion.
"did he not know" you thought to yourself.
You don't see the handsome blonde man with sharp features and oh so plump lips hovering over you with his tall statute except he wasn't alone. You side eye the couple who's come near you in disgust only to realise its none other than the man you came to meet hwang Hyunjin.
After a mild shock you finally turn over completely switching from disgusted to sweetness, looking at him in the eye wanting an answer but your mouth speaks before you. "I'm here to marry you" you balantly say not acknowledging the woman in this arms.
You curse at yourself under your breath for your unchanged and unnecessary bossy nature looking down.
"I Know why you're here.I ll be straightforward I don't wanna waste my time."
Your eyes grow wide at this statement and you whip your head up in disbelief.
"Firstly you need to ask someone if you want to marry them. If that person is someone like me ,( points at himself sassy - ly) you need to get in line. If you want to get in line for me, you'd be way over there... (pointing far away as both u and him look.)
"Like in Busan. Got it ?"
No you didnt get it. Because you weren't used to this. This reaction is the last thing you could imagine hwang Hyunjin would do. As you process what he said you didn't want him to trample on you. "mom didn't want that" you turn around defensively but he's already gone. You look over the entire area squinting but there's no trace of him or the girl he was with. Well you didn't see her face but you did notice what she was wearing.
"this is how he wants to play fine! Round 1 Hyunjin"
You heavily sigh.
Looking at the dj in a black tank top with a red crown on it reminds you that you need to get far away from this noeasy situation. Retrieving your steps you turn around following the trees into an empty space. With tiles now being replaced by grass you enter the garden. It was peaceful and lovely even with the faint beats of the music playing by pool. You enjoy the sunshine looking at the leaves on the lemon trees dancing, and the lemons replicating the yellow cherry lights.. The one tire white marble fountain with a nude novel lady reaching out to something. It was beautiful with water reflected the sky above and you wondered from where he must have acquired such precious piece.
You go closer to the fountain listening to the sound of water falling, only to get completely shock at it. You shake your had in disbelieve and run over screaming, now standing on the edge of it wondering if you should get in. "fuck it" you curse as enter the fountain the little droplets won't get you that wet and isn't it a pool party you should get wet. Making all these excuses and ignoring the thoughts that said don't do it. You did it anyway. Trying to pull it down without having to spoil the material was difficult. But you try your best, now tip toeing over the tiny white base to increase your height and get you closer to the woman by a centimetre was helpful until someone shouts "what the hell are you trying to do gurl" you peek from the behind to see blond headed freckled boy eyes curving as he amusingly watches you. The moment is cut short as your toe slips causing you to fall straight in the waters. You get up by the support of your hands and hear the shutter of the camera along with worried Yelling.
"Are you sure your okay it was just a scarf yn? "
Felix, says as he guides you into the warm kitchen while you wrap yourself with the towel he bought.
"NOT my Limited Fall addition! There were only 20 pieces of this Felix! And he uses it wrap his imaginery maiden!?" you yell with your hands on your hips.
"Alright alright calm down mate, make your self comfortable yeah." he says raising hands in defense. Sitting on the dinner table situated right beside the the window looking over the pool you watch Felix 's figure going to the pool again stopping at the dj's where a few others were gathered. You didn't realise you were staring until you heard wet footsteps coming in the direction of the kitchen.
Earlier that same day (HJ POV)
A/N: Ignore the time line please and the 3rd ss are the replies below hyunjin's tweet. yes Hyunjin used the party to avoid meeting yn👀. Last as is btw yn and her mom Hope you enjoyed it goldies 💗😩🌻
Any feedback or constructive criticism is welcome :))
*･゜ﾟ𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: 𝑆𝑀𝐴𝑈 +𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝕝 𝐸𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡.
*･゜ﾟ𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝐻𝑦𝑢𝑛𝑗𝑖𝑛 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟
*･゜ﾟ𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔:𝑊𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑜𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑐𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟.𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑠? 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒? 𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡?
*･゜ﾟ𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕(𝖮𝗉𝖾𝗇): @97lovestay@hhjkji @leagreenly @xa21x @roroobsessed @yumi-xox (𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥.)
*･゜ﾟ𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: strict parents, one swear word.
I hate to admit
(bsn ending #3)
changbin x reader!! changbin x fem.reader!! word count: 2.5k
bsn alternative ending #3 wherein; changbin who can't believe that he falls in love with you, and do the dumbest thing he thought he would never do.
an: i love this.
an: i have alot of upcoming exam so maybe i would post some parts at the same time.
part 1! part 2!
At first, Changbin just wanted to tease you. It was like a game to him, a way to pass the time and keep things light. You had this way of reacting that was just too entertaining—your exaggerated eye rolls, the way you'd huff in mock annoyance, and then the inevitable laugh that would bubble up despite yourself. Changbin thrived on that; it made him feel like he had the upper hand, that he could easily get under your skin in the most harmless way.
It started innocently enough. You were just friends, and that’s all it was supposed to be. He loved the banter, the ease with which you two could go back and forth, trading playful insults and teasing each other about the smallest things. He loved how you’d get flustered when he pushed your buttons, and how you’d always try to get him back but never quite succeeded. It was fun, nothing more.
Or at least, that’s what he kept telling himself.
But then, things started to change, even if he didn’t want to admit it. It wasn’t just about the teasing anymore. He started noticing little things about you—how your smile could light up a room, how you’d chew on your lip when you were thinking, how your laughter was the one sound he always wanted to hear, no matter how bad his day was going. He found himself looking forward to seeing you, to hearing what you’d say next, to feeling the warmth of your presence.
It didn’t hit him all at once. It was gradual, like a slow burn that he didn’t even realize was happening until it was too late. He started to notice how his heart would skip a beat when you were around, how he’d feel a strange sense of protectiveness whenever someone else got too close to you. He hated it. It didn’t make sense. You weren’t his type—at least, that’s what he kept telling himself. You were just his friend, nothing more. But no matter how much he tried to push those feelings away, they kept coming back, stronger and more persistent each time.
He told himself it was just a phase, that he’d get over it. But then there was that day, the day you cried in his arms. It was unexpected, and it shook him to his core. You weren’t the type to cry easily; you were strong, independent, always ready with a comeback. But seeing you like that, so vulnerable and in need of comfort, it did something to him. He held you close, whispering soothing words, and in that moment, he realized just how much he cared about you. Not just as a friend, but as something more.
That’s when it hit him—he wasn’t just having fun anymore. This was serious. He had feelings for you, feelings he had been trying to deny for so long. And he hated it. He hated how you were starting to become beautiful in his eyes, how you were becoming more important to him than anyone else. The girls he used to date, the ones he thought were perfect, suddenly seemed so superficial in comparison. You were different. You were real, and that scared him more than anything.
But there was no denying it now. The more time he spent with you, the deeper he fell. And that terrified him.
“I think I like her,” he finally admitted to Hyunjin one day, his voice barely above a whisper as he stared at the ground, unable to meet his friend’s eyes.
Hyunjin paused, blinking at Changbin like he'd just grown a second head. It was the first time Hyunjin had ever seen him look so vulnerable. Changbin, the tough guy who always had a snarky comeback, was bowing his head, almost as if he was ashamed.
Hyunjin snorted, trying to stifle his laughter. "Why do you look like you just admitted to committing a crime?" he teased, twirling a pen in his hand as he eyed Changbin with amusement.
"You don't understand," Changbin grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. "She’s seen me with all those other girls. She probably thinks I'm a jerk."
"Well… you kind of are," Hyunjin said with a smirk, earning a glare from Changbin. "And besides, she’s your friend. Doesn’t that make it even more complicated?"
Changbin sighed, leaning back against the couch. "She deserves someone better. Someone who doesn’t have a track record like mine."
Hyunjin nodded thoughtfully before breaking into a mischievous grin. "You know who that is, right?"
Changbin frowned, not catching on to the joke. "Who?"
"Me," Hyunjin said with a cocky smirk, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
Changbin’s eyes widened in shock, and without thinking, he gave Hyunjin a playful shove. "Don’t tell me…"
Hyunjin just laughed, the kind of laugh that echoed with a challenge. "What? Scared of a little competition?"
Changbin rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips. And just like that, the two of them were in a playful competition—both too stubborn to confess, both too proud to back down.
Changbin had never been one to second-guess himself, especially when it came to girls. But this time was different. For days, he had wrestled with the idea of confessing to you, feeling torn between his usual confident self and the unfamiliar vulnerability that came with liking someone genuinely.
It was a feeling that gnawed at him, a mix of excitement and fear that kept him up at night. He’d planned it out in his head a thousand times—how he’d approach you, what he’d say, and how he’d try to keep his cool. But every time he thought about it, his heart would race, and his words would get jumbled up in his mind.
Finally, one day, Changbin decided he couldn’t wait any longer. It was now or never. He’d confess to you, and he’d do it in a way that was both personal and meaningful—something that showed how much you meant to him.
But when the moment came, Changbin found himself sitting at his desk, staring down at a small blue sticky note. His heart pounded as he held the pen in his hand, trying to figure out the right words. He couldn’t believe he was doing this—writing a confession on a sticky note like some lovesick kid. It felt so unlike him, yet at the same time, it felt like the only way he could express what he was feeling.
“Love really does change you,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head in disbelief. “It makes you a fool.”
The playboy who used to flirt with girls without a second thought was now reduced to sneaking around, trying to leave a secret note in your binder. It was almost laughable, but Changbin couldn’t deny the fluttering in his chest as he wrote down his confession.
He stared at the words for a long moment, feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and anxiety. This was it—his feelings laid bare on a tiny piece of paper. He quickly folded the note and looked around the classroom, making sure no one was watching.
When you excused yourself to go to the bathroom, Changbin seized the opportunity. His heart raced as he sneaked over to your desk, his hands shaking slightly as he slipped the note into your binder. He quickly pulled back, almost as if the binder had burned him.
“It’s done,” he thought, taking a deep breath to steady himself. He felt a wave of relief wash over him, though the nervousness still lingered in the pit of his stomach.
But just as he was about to head back to his seat, Seungmin walked in, his sharp eyes immediately noticing Changbin’s unusual behavior.
“What was that?” Seungmin asked, raising an eyebrow.
Changbin shot him a nonchalant look, trying to play it cool. “Mind your own business, puppy,” he replied with a smirk, using the nickname that always seemed to get under Seungmin’s skin.
But Seungmin wasn’t so easily fooled. He had known Changbin long enough to recognize when something was up, and the way Changbin was acting only made him more curious. His eyes narrowed as he watched Changbin walk back to his desk, the usually confident boy now looking slightly rattled.
Seungmin frowned, glancing towards your desk. Something about the whole situation didn’t sit right with him, and despite Changbin’s dismissive attitude, Seungmin couldn’t help but feel like there was more to this than met the eye.
Once Changbin’s back was turned, Seungmin casually strolled over to your desk, his curiosity getting the better of him. He knew he shouldn’t pry, but something was urging him to take a look. Slowly, he reached out and opened your binder, his heart pounding as he found the blue sticky note tucked inside.
As he unfolded it, Seungmin’s eyes widened in surprise. There, in Changbin’s unmistakable handwriting, was the confession. The words were simple but sincere, and Seungmin felt a strange mix of emotions swirling inside him. He knew Changbin cared about you, but seeing it written out like this made it all too real.
He took a deep breath, trying to process what he had just discovered. Changbin, the notorious playboy, was confessing to you. Seungmin couldn’t believe it, and yet, at the same time, it made perfect sense.
But as he was about to close the binder, something else caught his eye. There, in the back of your notebook, was a small drawing—a sketch of Changbin, with a heart drawn beside it. Seungmin’s heart sank as he stared at the drawing, the reality of the situation hitting him like a ton of bricks.
“They’re so childish,” he muttered under his breath, trying to brush off the pain he felt creeping into his chest. But no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise, the truth was there, staring him in the face. He liked you too, and seeing this only made it harder to deny.
Seungmin quickly closed the binder, hiding the note and the drawing from sight. He didn’t want to think about it anymore. He didn’t want to acknowledge the pang of jealousy that gnawed at him, or the fact that he might be losing you to Changbin.
As he walked back to his seat, Seungmin forced a smile, trying to act like nothing was wrong. But deep down, he couldn’t shake the feeling that things were about to change, and he wasn’t sure if he was ready for it.
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"Here is the toothpaste-flavored ice cream I promised you," Changbin said, shoving it into your hands with a playful grin.
You glared at him, giving him the most deadly look ever. "Why do you like this stuff? It’s like eating bubbles while you’re brushing your teeth," he teased, his face twisted in mock disgust, though you could see the laughter in his eyes.
Ignoring his teasing, you took a bite, savoring the cool minty flavor. "Why do you care? You even like pizzas with pineapples on top! Pineapples are pineapples!" you retorted, raising an eyebrow at him.
Changbin burst out laughing, "Pineapple on pizza is the best!"
"No, it’s not," you shot back, rolling your eyes.
"And mint chocolate chip ice cream is never," he countered, sticking his tongue out in disgust.
You pouted, shielding your ice cream protectively as if it had feelings. "Don’t talk like that right in front of my ice cream."
He chuckled, leaning back on his hands, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he continued to tease you. The two of you were sitting on a bench, overlooking the vast field at your school. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over everything.
"There are indeed things that shouldn’t be put together," he said, his tone more serious now, "but others love it."
You nodded silently, sensing the shift in his mood.
"Everyone thought it was wrong, but for some, it was perfect," he continued, his voice softer, almost reflective.
You listened quietly, understanding what he was trying to say. "No matter what other people say, you don’t want to care. Because their opinions don’t matter," you added, your voice filled with quiet determination.
Changbin looked at you, and you looked back at him. A small smile tugged at his lips, and you couldn’t help but smile back. In that moment, everything felt simple and clear.
He hated to admit it, but he was really in love with you, deeper than he had ever expected.
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When his birthday came around, you carefully packed the watch you had bought for him. It was special, not because it was expensive, but because it held a little secret—something only you knew about. Inside the box, you slipped in a small drawing you had made, along with a letter.
You arrived at the party, trying to feel happy, but the tension in the air made it hard. There were too many emotions swirling inside you—happiness, confusion, and a nagging sense of guilt. You didn’t know what to feel.
Before you could walk out, you handed Changbin his birthday gift, your heart pounding in your chest. He had planned to confess to you on his special day, but now, seeing the look in your eyes, he wasn’t sure what to do. So, he decided to give you some space.
After the party, when everyone had gone home, Changbin sat down and opened your gift. Inside, he found a watch. He already had many watches, but this one immediately became his favorite.
He thought that was all you had given him, but then he noticed a small piece of paper tucked inside the box. Curious, he unfolded it and found a drawing of himself, accompanied by a letter.
As he read the letter, his heart began to race.
"I wish you a happy birthday. I hope you have the best day…" the letter began.
Changbin suddenly sprang from his seat, grabbing his keys and jacket in a rush. He had to see you, and he had to see you now.
He hurried to his car.
"I hate to admit but this is a very lame way to confess…"
His eyes welled up with tears as he sped down the road, the overwhelming emotions threatening to spill over.
"…I like you… but I know you also see me as a friend."
You stood by the window of your apartment, feeling the cool evening breeze on your face. Your heart was heavy with all the emotions you had been holding back.
"and… I know you were the one who put the note,"
Just as you were about to turn away from the window, a knock on your door interrupted your thoughts. Your heart skipped a beat, and you knew who it was before you even opened the door.
It was Changbin.
You both hated to admit it, but you were both childish, caught up in your own fears and insecurities. But now, standing there in the doorway, all that mattered was the truth that had finally come to light.
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em: i love this changbin. i cri. why no one chooses him btw TT
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This is going to hurt
(bsn ending #5)
hyunjin x reader!! hyunjin x fem.reader"|!! word count: 2.2k
bsn alternative ending #5 wherein; you question hyunjin's feelings but then he answers
an: i love this. please love it also.
part 1! part 2!
The first time Hyunjin asked you for a blood sample, you didn’t hesitate to say yes. It was a strange request, but when he explained that you were unique, that he needed your sample for his research, you felt a flutter of pride. Hyunjin was always so serious about his studies, his future as a doctor looming ahead of him like a bright star. If there was something special about you that could help him, you wanted to be a part of it.
The first sentence he said to you after you agreed was, "This is going to hurt."
You, who prided yourself on being fearless, who never backed down from a challenge, simply nodded. But when he pricked the needle into your skin, you barely felt a thing. Maybe it was because Hyunjin was always gentle with you, or maybe it was because you were too focused on the way his brow furrowed in concentration. He didn’t want to hurt you—he never did—and for that, you were always grateful.
Hyunjin wasn’t just your friend; he was someone who took care of you in ways you never asked for but always appreciated. He checked on your health like a doctor would, reminding you to take your vitamins, giving you tips on how to stay healthy. It became a routine, his little reminders and your teasing responses.
"If you still won’t find a boyfriend by the time you’re old, you can always hire me as your personal doctor," he joked one day, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "But you’ll have to pay me double."
"Why would you do that? We’re friends," you replied with a laugh, shaking your head at his absurd suggestion.
"When it comes to work and money, there’s no such thing as friendship," he teased back, leaning a little closer as if to emphasize his point.
"Then we need to stop our friendship as fast as possible," you retorted playfully, nudging him with your elbow. The banter between you two was something you cherished, a light-hearted escape from the complexities of life.
But despite the teasing, despite the easy smiles and laughter, there was always a part of you that wondered how much of it was real. You had overheard a conversation between Hyunjin and Changbin one day, where Hyunjin mentioned liking you. But he had laughed afterward, and you didn’t know whether to believe him or not. How could you, when he seemed to be joking about something so serious?
That’s what hurt the most. The uncertainty, the not knowing whether his words held any truth or if they were just part of the game he seemed to be playing with your heart. It was as if he enjoyed watching you squirm, watching you try to figure out where you stood with him. And that hurt more than anything else.
At the party, you found yourself watching Hyunjin, waiting for him to react to the situation unfolding around you. You weren’t sure what you were hoping to see—a flicker of jealousy, perhaps, or a moment of vulnerability that would give you some clue as to how he really felt. But all you got was his usual nonchalant look, a smile playing on his lips as if he was enjoying every second of this or not.. you don't know what to name it.
And maybe he was. Maybe Hyunjin was only playing with your feelings, leading you on just enough to keep you interested but never giving you enough to truly know where you stood. The realization that he might be toying with you like this, even if unintentionally, made your heart ache in a way you hadn’t expected. It wasn’t supposed to hurt like this, not when it came to someone you considered a friend.
The next day, you planned to skip school entirely, burying yourself under your blankets in an attempt to shut out the world. But then your phone rang, and Hyunjin’s name flashed on the screen. For a moment, you hesitated, debating whether to answer or not. You weren’t ready to face him, not after what happened last night.
But he didn’t give up easily. A few minutes later, a text came through: I need your blood again. It was so casual, so normal, as if nothing had happened between you. As if last night’s events hadn’t changed anything.
Are you a vampire? you replied tiredly, half hoping he wouldn’t respond. But of course, he did.
Come see me, please.
There were more messages, missed calls from other friends asking if you were okay, if you had gotten home safely. Apologies for things they might have said or done. But you couldn’t bring yourself to answer any of them. Except for Hyunjin. Against your better judgment, you typed out a reply: Where?
He told you to meet him at the school clinic, and you found yourself walking there before you could talk yourself out of it. The clinic wasn’t even his duty shift, but there he was, waiting for you as if everything was perfectly normal.
When you walked in, he smiled at you like he always did, that same gentle smile that never failed to make your heart skip a beat. "What do you need my blood for this time?" you asked, trying to keep your tone light, even though your heart was pounding in your chest.
Hyunjin glanced at you, his eyes softening as he saw the tiredness in yours. "It’s for another research project," he explained, already preparing the needle and the cotton balls. But his usual playful tone was missing, replaced by something more serious, more hesitant.
As he wiped your wrist with the cold cotton, he glanced up at you, his gaze lingering longer than usual. "How are you?" he asked quietly, his voice gentle, almost hesitant. The way he asked made it clear that he wasn’t just asking about your physical state.
You forced a smile, even though your heart felt heavy. "I’m fine," you lied, watching him closely as he worked. His fingers were steady, but there was something different in the air between you two. A tension that hadn’t been there before, something unspoken yet palpable.
Hyunjin took a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours for a moment before he looked away. "You didn’t answer my calls," he said softly, his voice tinged with a hint of concern. "I was worried."
You looked down at your hands, unsure of how to respond. "I just… needed some time," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. "Last night… it was a lot."
Hyunjin nodded slowly, as if he understood. "Yeah," he agreed, his voice just as quiet. "It was."
There was a moment of silence, the only sound being the soft rustle of the cotton ball against your skin. You could feel your heart beating faster, your mind racing with a thousand thoughts. But before you could say anything else, Hyunjin spoke again.
"Can we talk about it?" he asked, his voice laced with uncertainty. "About what happened?"
You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry. "I don’t know, Hyunjin," you replied, your voice trembling slightly. "I’m not sure I’m ready to talk about it yet."
Hyunjin’s hand stilled, the needle poised just above your skin. He looked up at you, his expression a mix of worry and something else—something you couldn’t quite place. "I don’t want things to be weird between us," he admitted, his voice so soft it was almost a whisper. "I just… I don’t want to lose you."
You looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity in them, the vulnerability he rarely showed. "You’re not going to lose me," you said, your voice firm despite the uncertainty gnawing at you.
There was a pause, the air between you thick with unspoken words. And then, without warning, Hyunjin leaned in and kissed you.
Your mind went blank, and you didn’t know what was happening, but you didn’t push him away. His lips were warm against yours, his touch so gentle it almost made you want to cry. This wasn’t the Hyunjin you were used to—the one who teased and joked and kept his feelings hidden behind a wall of laughter. This was different,
and it hurts more.
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Later it was night, Hyunjin finished his work and gathered his things, ready to head to class. But before he could leave, the door to the clinic slammed open with a loud bang, and in stormed Chan, eyes blazing with fury. Hyunjin barely had time to register what was happening before Chan’s hand was on his collar, yanking him forward and slamming him against the cold metal lockers.
The force of the impact rattled the lockers, and for a moment, Hyunjin’s breath was knocked out of him. But instead of fear or regret, what flickered in his eyes was something entirely different—a dangerous glint of amusement. A twisted sense of satisfaction curled in his chest as he met Chan’s gaze, unflinching.
"I saw what you did, Hyunjin," Chan growled, his voice low and dripping with barely restrained rage. The words were like venom, seething with a bitterness that had been festering for too long.
Hyunjin’s lips curled into a smirk, his eyes gleaming with a mix of arrogance and defiance. He chuckled, a sound that was anything but lighthearted. It was the kind of laugh that dared Chan to do something about it, that mocked the very anger that had driven Chan to this point.
"Oh, that?" Hyunjin drawled, his voice laced with a dark, teasing edge. "Well, I’m glad you saw it."
Chan’s fist tightened on Hyunjin’s collar, the fabric bunching in his hand as he pulled Hyunjin closer, their faces mere inches apart. The tension between them crackled like a live wire, ready to snap at any moment.
"You think this is funny?" Chan spat, his voice trembling with anger. "Do you have any idea what you’re doing?"
Hyunjin’s smirk only deepened, his eyes never leaving Chan’s. "I think I know exactly what I’m doing," he said, his voice calm and collected. "The real question is, do you?"
Chan’s other hand balled into a fist, the muscles in his arm tensing as if he was on the brink of losing control. For a split second, it looked like he was going to punch Hyunjin, to wipe that infuriating smirk off his face. But just as the tension reached its peak, Hyunjin’s voice cut through the air again, sharp and taunting.
"Why are you angry?" Hyunjin asked, his tone dripping with mockery. "Is she even yours in the first place?"
The words were like a slap to Chan’s face, and for a moment, his fist wavered in mid-air, the rage in his eyes giving way to something more conflicted. Hyunjin’s question hung in the air, echoing in the small space of the clinic. It was a question that neither of them had wanted to face, a truth that both of them had been avoiding.
Deep down, Chan knew the answer. None of them had any claim over you.
"This is why she hates what’s happening to us," Hyunjin continued, his voice losing its playful edge, becoming more serious, more pointed. His eyes narrowed as he pushed Chan’s hand away from his collar, the smirk fading from his lips. "She didn’t want to destroy the friendship we had."
Chan’s hand fell to his side, the anger in his eyes dimming, replaced by a mixture of frustration and regret. He knew Hyunjin was right—this whole situation was a mess, a tangled web of emotions that none of them knew how to navigate. And it was tearing apart the friendship that had once meant everything to them.
"But you didn’t care, did you?" Chan asked, his voice quieter now, laced with a bitterness that cut deep.
Hyunjin tilted his head slightly, studying Chan’s expression as if he was searching for something. "Do you really think I didn’t care?" he asked, his voice softening, though the edge was still there. "Or are you just upset because I acted while you hesitated?"
Chan flinched, the words hitting closer to home than he would have liked. "That’s not the point, Hyunjin."
"Isn’t it?" Hyunjin pressed, his gaze unrelenting. "You’ve had just as many chances as I did, Chan. But you didn’t take them. Now you’re angry because I did."
Chan clenched his jaw, the frustration boiling over again. "You’re twisting things," he muttered, but there was no real conviction in his voice.
Hyunjin sighed, a rare moment of genuine emotion breaking through his facade. "Maybe I am," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But for the record, she chose me."
Those four words landed like a punch to the gut, knocking the wind out of Chan more effectively than any physical blow could have. He stared at Hyunjin, his expression a mixture of shock and disbelief.
Chan couldn’t bring himself to respond, couldn’t find the words to express the turmoil raging inside him. He just stood there, frozen in place, his hand still clenched into a fist at his side, as Hyunjin turned and walked away.
Hyunjin’s footsteps echoed in the empty hallway as he made his way down, a slow, deliberate pace that matched the rhythm of his thoughts. He couldn’t help but smile to himself, remembering the way your lips had felt against his, the way your voice had trembled when you said those words.
"I like you."
But the smile quickly faded, replaced by a deep sense of unease as he recalled the rest of what you had said: "But I won’t risk this friendship."
And that hurt. More than he wanted to admit.
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masterlist
| Drunk Stray Kids text you
HYUNG LINE
MAKNAE LINE
Warnings: mention of drinking, naked body, and swearing (tell me if I missed something!!)
a/n: I was half asleep while making this..❤️
|Bangchan
|Lee Know
|Changbin
|Hyunjin
ehehehehehehehe
| Your friend snitched on you for having a crush on them (Stray Kids)
HYUNG LINE
MAKNAE LINE
Warnings: swearing (just that)
(lmk if I missed smth!!)
| Bangchan
| Lee Know
| Changbin
| Hyunjin
"Permission?"
✧.* Pairing: bsf! Hyunjin x fem!Reader
⚠ → Manipulative Hyunjin, kissing, suggestive content.
★・・・・・・★
You and Hyunjin were best friends. You met around 3 years ago and ever since then you’ve been attached by the hip.
You were definitely the innocent type. So innocent that when it came to Hyunjin putting his hand on your thigh and sliding it up a little bit too high, you didn’t think it was abnormal for your relationship.
You never did mind, for starters you had the hugest crush on him. You also love and trust your best friend more than anyone. He only ever wants the best for you.. always.
The one thing you guys haven’t done tho, was kiss.
"Jinnie, can we put on a movie please?" you asked him softly. "Anything for you gorgeous." He said while picking up the remote. You guys were currently cuddled up in your bed, your head on his chest and his arm around your waist.
"This is so cheesy" you said cringing. He had put on a rather corny romance movie on. He chuckled. ‘these are the best types of romance movies tho, my love’ he said slowly and softly kissing your neck, inhaling your sweet scent.
You blushed. "jinnie.." you said whining. He laughed again looking at you.
You looked perfect at the moment.
He just stared at you. God he loved you. He loved how you cared about him and how you made sure he was important and loved. He loved how you never declined or pushed away his love and affection, even if he was getting a little too close for comfort. He loved you.
And he wanted a kiss, really bad.
★・・・・・・★
"You love me right?"He suddenly asked. You looked at him worried, "of course I love you jin, don’t ever question it." you said reassuring him.
"So since you love me, you would do anything to make me happy right?" he questioned. He felt slightly bad for manipulating you to get what he wanted, but he simply couldn’t wait anymore.
"Yes anything."you said, a determined look in your sparkly eyes.
"Well I was wondering if I could get a little… kiss perhaps?"
"A kiss?"you asked not even slightly surprised. "Yeah, it would make me feel a lot better right now." he said with a pout on his face.
You lifted your head up higher and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Better?" You asked brightly.
‘That’s not the kiss I wanted princess..’ Hyunjin said disappointed.
"I want a kiss on the lips baby.." he whispered leaning in a little closer. His mouth was inches away from yours.
So you granted his most wanted desire.
You continued slowly making out, giving each other sloppy and tired kisses, letting out soft moans every now and then. "Not yet pretty" he said in between kisses when you tried pulling away.
"I don’t need permission to do this anymore right gorgeous?"
You shook your head, slightly hesitating. But, you had to make your best friend happy again.
★・・・・・・★
You weren’t even sure if you wanted this, even tho you liked him lots, if felt a little weird. But, nonetheless, you did it too please him, to make him feel better.
Because that’s all that mattered to you. He didn’t need permission,
right..?
edited 11/5/23
The soft hum of the studio filled the air as hyunjin leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. The glow of the monitors reflected in his eyes, making them shine like the stars outside. It was the perfect environment for creativity, yet his mind was elsewhere focused on you.
You sat across from him, scrolling on your phone, occasionally glancing up to catch his eye. You had been friends for years, navigating the highs and lows of the industry together. It started with shared practices and late-night talks, evolving into something deeper, though neither of you dared to acknowledge it.
“Hey y/n” hyunjin said, breaking the silence. “Do you remember the first time we met” you looked up, your mouth curving into a smile. “Yeah. You spilled water all over me.” He chuckled, leaning forward. “I was so nervous. I thought you would hate me.” “Honestly, I was annoyed,” you admitted, “but then you made me laugh, so I didn’t stay mad.” His expression softened. “I’ve always liked how easy it is to talk to you.”
The moment hung in the air, the underlying tension in the air. You moved in your seat, aware of how close you were. “It is just… we have been through a lot together.it feels different now, doesn’t it?” hyunjin’ s gaze locked onto yours, the playful glint replaced with something deeper. “Yeah, it does.” Just then, the door swung open, and the other members burst in, their laughter filling the room. The moment was shattered, the bubble of intimacy replaced by the familiar chaos of friendship. But as you watched hyunjin interact with the others, a bittersweet ache settled in your chest.
He was the center of attention, his laughter echoing around the room. A quiet yearning stirred within you. His laughter blended with the others’, a sound you cherished, yet it also made you acutely aware of the distance between your feelings and the reality of your friendship.
As the group settled into the studio, you tried to shake off the moment you had shared with hyunjin. But the warmth of his gaze lingered in your mind, and every time your eyes met across the room your heart skipped a beat. The playful banter, the music and the laughter faded into background noise, and it was only you and him.
Later that night, as the members started to drift off to bed, you and hyunjin found yourselves alone in the studio again cleaning up after the days practice. The air was thick with unspoken words. “Hey,” he said, breaking the silence, “can we talk about what we touched on earlier? You know, the difference?” you nodded, feeling both nervous and excited. “Umm yeah.” hyunjin leaned against the table, arms crossed, a serious expression on his face “I have been thinking about us a lot lately. We have always been close, but now... it feels different now.”
“Yeah, it really” you agreed, stepping a little closer. “I have felt it too, especially with everything we have been through.” His gaze softened, and he ran a hand through his hair again, a nervous habit you had come to know well. “What if it complicates things? The group, the fans...”
You took a deep breath, stepping forward until you were directly in front of him. “I cannot ignore how I feel about you, hyunjin. I just... adore you but I do not want to ruin our friendship either.” his expression shifted, relief flooding his features.
“You do not know how much I have wanted to hear that. I thought that I was the only one who felt this way.” With a mix of excitement and apprehension, you reached out and gently held his hand. “Then we will figure it out together. We can take it slow and keep it between us.” He smiled a genuine smile that made your heart flutter. “I would love that, just us against the world.”
As you both stood there, the air crackling with tension and possibility, you felt a sense of hope blossom between you. The world outside the studio faded into the background as you focused solely on each other.
Thank you for reading my first story
Pt. 2 coming soon
Each interaction deepened the connection, and you reveled in the sweetness of it all. Yet, the pressures of the industry loomed over you both.
Rumors began to swirl among fans, speculating about the closeness of your friendship. There were whispers in the halls, raised eyebrows during group outings, and it weighed heavily on Hyunjin's mind.
One evening, after a particularly grueling practice, you found him staring out at the city from the rooftop. The sunset painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, but the beauty of the moment was overshadowed by the tension radiating from him.
"Hyunjin?" you called softly, approaching him. "What's wrong?" He turned to you, his expression heavy. "I just can't shake the feeling that everyone's watching us. It feels like we're walking on eggshells."
You moved closer, wanting to reassure him. "I know it's tough, but we can handle it. We just need to stay true to ourselves." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's not that simple. I don't want to hurt you or put any pressure on us. This... what we have, it means everything to me." Your heart swelled at his words.
"It means everything to me too, but we can't let fear dictate our relationship. We're stronger together." He stepped closer, his eyes searching yours. "What if we just kept it a secret for a little longer? Until we're ready to face the world?" "Okay." you agreed, feeling a mixture of relief and understanding. "We can keep it private for now, but we can't hide forever." With that, you both agreed to navigate the complexities of your relationship with care.
In the following weeks, you found ways to cherish each other amidst the chaos of the industry. Late-night texts, stolen kisses in quiet corners, and a shared playlist that felt like your own little world.
One night, as you both sat on the rooftop again, gazing at the stars, Hyunjin turned to you, his expression serious yet tender. "I've been thinking... when the time is right, I want to tell the world about us. I don't want to hide anymore." Your heart raced. "Really?" "Yeah," he replied, his voice firm. "I want to be with you openly. You deserve that." "I want that too," you said, feeling a rush of excitement. "Whenever you're ready."
As the weeks went by, the bond between you only grew stronger. You were each other's support system, and the world outside felt a little less daunting when you were together.
Finally, after a successful comeback performance, the moment you'd been waiting for arrived. Surrounded by the members during a celebratory dinner, Hyunjin looked at you with determination in his eyes. "Guys, can I say something?" he began, gaining the attention of everyone at the table.
The room went quiet, and you felt your heart race."Y/N and I have been friends for a long time, but it's evolved into something more. I want to be open about our relationship."
The silence that followed was deafening. You felt your cheeks heat up, but you looked around at the other members, who were processing his words.
Then, slowly, smiles began to spread across their faces. "Finally!" Seungmin exclaimed, breaking the tension. "We've all been wondering when you'd admit it!" You and Hyunjin exchanged a relieved glance, laughter bubbled.
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The end?
The soft hum of the studio filled the air as hyunjin leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. The glow of the monitors reflected in his eyes, making them shine like the stars outside. It was the perfect environment for creativity, yet his mind was elsewhere focused on you.
You sat across from him, scrolling on your phone, occasionally glancing up to catch his eye. You had been friends for years, navigating the highs and lows of the industry together. It started with shared practices and late-night talks, evolving into something deeper, though neither of you dared to acknowledge it.
“Hey y/n” hyunjin said, breaking the silence. “Do you remember the first time we met” you looked up, your mouth curving into a smile. “Yeah. You spilled water all over me.” He chuckled, leaning forward. “I was so nervous. I thought you would hate me.” “Honestly, I was annoyed,” you admitted, “but then you made me laugh, so I didn’t stay mad.” His expression softened. “I’ve always liked how easy it is to talk to you.”
The moment hung in the air, the underlying tension in the air. You moved in your seat, aware of how close you were. “It is just… we have been through a lot together.it feels different now, doesn’t it?” hyunjin’ s gaze locked onto yours, the playful glint replaced with something deeper. “Yeah, it does.” Just then, the door swung open, and the other members burst in, their laughter filling the room. The moment was shattered, the bubble of intimacy replaced by the familiar chaos of friendship. But as you watched hyunjin interact with the others, a bittersweet ache settled in your chest.
He was the center of attention, his laughter echoing around the room. A quiet yearning stirred within you. His laughter blended with the others’, a sound you cherished, yet it also made you acutely aware of the distance between your feelings and the reality of your friendship.
As the group settled into the studio, you tried to shake off the moment you had shared with hyunjin. But the warmth of his gaze lingered in your mind, and every time your eyes met across the room your heart skipped a beat. The playful banter, the music and the laughter faded into background noise, and it was only you and him.
Later that night, as the members started to drift off to bed, you and hyunjin found yourselves alone in the studio again cleaning up after the days practice. The air was thick with unspoken words. “Hey,” he said, breaking the silence, “can we talk about what we touched on earlier? You know, the difference?” you nodded, feeling both nervous and excited. “Umm yeah.” hyunjin leaned against the table, arms crossed, a serious expression on his face “I have been thinking about us a lot lately. We have always been close, but now... it feels different now.”
“Yeah, it really” you agreed, stepping a little closer. “I have felt it too, especially with everything we have been through.” His gaze softened, and he ran a hand through his hair again, a nervous habit you had come to know well. “What if it complicates things? The group, the fans...”
You took a deep breath, stepping forward until you were directly in front of him. “I cannot ignore how I feel about you, hyunjin. I just... adore you but I do not want to ruin our friendship either.” his expression shifted, relief flooding his features.
“You do not know how much I have wanted to hear that. I thought that I was the only one who felt this way.” With a mix of excitement and apprehension, you reached out and gently held his hand. “Then we will figure it out together. We can take it slow and keep it between us.” He smiled a genuine smile that made your heart flutter. “I would love that, just us against the world.”
As you both stood there, the air crackling with tension and possibility, you felt a sense of hope blossom between you. The world outside the studio faded into the background as you focused solely on each other.
Thank you for reading my first story
Pt. 2 coming soon
Boyfriend! Hyunjin version? 🩷
hi anon!! seems like people liked the last post, so i’ll do these in headcanon form as well. enjoy xx 🤍
summary: bf!hyunjin x afab!reader who is sappily in love with you, desperate to make you feel as loved as you make him feel.
genre: fluff, smutty under the cut
boyfriend!hyunjin who met you through a mutual friend, and nearly fell in love at first sight.
boyfriend!hyunjin who is an artist who recognizes and appreciates beauty. your beauty absolutely blew him away.
boyfriend!hyunjin who asks you out for a coffee date, his mood soaring when you say yes.
boyfriend!hyunjin who is like your personal bodyguard (some may say he acts like a puppy), following you around everywhere you go.
boyfriend!hyunjin who paints thinking of you, inspired by his love for you.
boyfriend!hyunjin who has always been charming, but has never really fallen for anyone else’s advances. with you, all you had to do was smile at him and he was head over heels.
boyfriend!hyunjin who takes you shopping when you move in together, helping you select the perfect art pieces and furniture for your home together.
boyfriend!hyunjin who still gets butterflies when you hold his hand, even after all these months of being together. being with you is like a dream.
boyfriend!hyunjin who loves seeing your flushed cheeks and blown out pupils after he kisses you, who would do anything to see you like that over and over.
boyfriend!hyunjin who makes you sit on his face, obsessed with being engulfed in your taste, obsessed with making you feel good.
boyfriend!hyunjin who makes you beg for his cock, loving the way you’re so desperate for it, for him. and he will gladly give you what you need every single time.
boyfriend!hyunjin who will keep fucking you, keep eating you out after you come. he gets so pussy drunk from you that he just can’t stop, and who can blame him when ur mewling out his name?
I Just Killed My Ex
Mentally Unstable! Hyunjin x Psychopath! Reader
warning: mentions of killing, and violence
You stood over the lifeless body, your breath steady and unnervingly calm. His eyes remained wide open, frozen in an expression of shock and betrayal, reflecting the pale moonlight that filtered through the thick canopy of trees. The woods, dark and dense, loomed around you, swallowing all other sounds except the distant rustling of leaves and the soft hoot of an owl. The woods had always been his greatest fear, ever since he was a child. That’s why you chose this place. You lured him here with the perfect bait—promises of a romantic evening, the illusion of affection that he so desperately craved.
The blade in your hand glistened, slick with the blood you’d just spilled, each crimson droplet sliding down its length with a kind of grace. You glanced down at the handle, the smooth wood fitting comfortably in your grip, before shifting your gaze back to him. A slow smile tugged at your lips, curling them into a smirk as you admired your handiwork.
"Y/N… why the woods? You know I hate it here, it’s too dark…," he'd whined earlier, his voice trembling with the same unease you’d always found so irritating. You remembered the way his eyes darted nervously from tree to tree, as if expecting the shadows to leap out at him.
You had chuckled softly at his discomfort, leaning in close to murmur sweetly, "Why are you scared?" Your hand had traced lazy, gentle patterns down his arm, a gesture that once reassured him. "I’m the one who’s going to have to walk back alone."
The way his brow furrowed in confusion, the slight quiver in his lips as he tried to make sense of your words—it was almost too easy.
"W-What?" he had stammered, the fear creeping into his voice.
But he never got an answer.
His hands had reached up, grasping weakly at your wrists as though that could stop you. You watched, emotionless, as the light slowly faded from his eyes. The strength in his grip loosened, his arms falling limply to his sides.
Now, as you stood over him, the wind ruffled your hair, carrying away the metallic scent of blood. The darkness of the woods no longer seemed menacing to you—it was a sanctuary. You had planned every detail, down to the exact moment the moon would be highest in the sky, casting its cold light over your final act.
The shadows embraced you, and for the first time in a long while, you felt in control. You knelt beside him, wiping the blade clean on his shirt, then stood again, taking in the stillness of the night. His body was just another part of the landscape now, another piece of the scene you had made.
Without a second glance, you turned and walked away, the leaves crunching softly underfoot. You wouldn’t be walking back alone after all—not really. His fear had died with him, but yours? Yours had just begun to bloom.
You stared down at the body, your breath now coming in measured, calculated intervals as the reality of what needed to be done next settled in. The blade still shone in your hand, but its purpose had been fulfilled. Now, it was just dead weight, like him. The woods were vast, dark, and suffocating, but you couldn’t leave him here. No. He had to come back with you. This wasn’t over yet.
With a sigh, you crouched beside him, brushing aside the stray twigs and leaves that clung to his clothes. His lifeless body looked heavier now, limp and uncooperative. You grabbed him by the ankles, testing his weight with a small tug. The thought crossed your mind briefly—how odd it was to be this close to someone you once shared intimate moments with, now reduced to a mere object, something to be moved, disposed of.
The first tug was awkward, his legs dragging across the forest floor with a dull scrape. The sound was unsettling but strangely satisfying, the friction against the earth a reminder of his final resistance. You adjusted your grip, digging your heels into the dirt for leverage, and began the grueling process of pulling him through the trees. His body bumped over roots and uneven ground, his head lolling to one side, as if he were a puppet whose strings had been cut.
You glanced over your shoulder occasionally, scanning for any signs of movement, for any witnesses that might be lurking in the darkness. The woods were silent, save for the sounds of your labor and the occasional distant hoot of an owl. Each pull sent a surge of adrenaline through you, driving you forward.
It wasn’t long before the clearing came into view, the distant outline of the city lights barely visible through the gaps in the trees. You had parked your car far enough away that no one would suspect anything, but close enough that you could still manage to get him inside without drawing too much attention. You hadn’t planned on him being this heavy, though. The trek felt longer, more arduous with each step, but the adrenaline coursing through your veins dulled the physical strain.
After what felt like hours, you finally reached the edge of the woods. His body was covered in dirt and leaves now, his clothes torn from being dragged across the rough terrain. You wiped the sweat from your brow and glanced at the car, hidden just out of sight, parked along a secluded stretch of road. The hardest part was yet to come.
You heaved him up into the trunk, your muscles screaming in protest as you shoved him inside. The thud of his body hitting the metal interior echoed in the night, but no one was around to hear. You slammed the trunk shut, the sound final, like a door closing on this chapter.
Back at the apartment, you parked in the underground lot, grateful for the late hour and the quiet that enveloped the building. You moved swiftly, methodically, hauling his body from the trunk and into the elevator, avoiding the security cameras you had already noted during your planning. His weight dragged behind you, a burden both literal and symbolic, as you made your way to the door.
Once inside, you exhaled, surveying the dimly lit space. The apartment felt too clean, too pristine, as though it had been waiting for this. You wiped your hands on your black jeans, smearing them with dirt and blood, and turned your gaze to the body lying in the middle of the room.
This was your sanctuary, your carefully curated life, and he was the one thing that didn’t belong anymore. But now, it was his final resting place. His presence here would serve a new purpose.
With a grim determination, you dragged him across the floor one last time, positioning him where you wanted—just another piece in your plan.
The hospital loomed in the distance, its sterile glow cutting through the night like a beacon. A smart choice, really—neutral ground where you could blend in and buy yourself time. No one would suspect you here. Hospitals were filled with people consumed by their own tragedies, chaos and misery woven into the very walls. It would be easy to slip through unnoticed, another face among the wounded and weary.
The stench of iron clung to you, lingering in the air like some perverse perfume. Blood, still warm, dripped slowly from your fingertips, splattering onto the cold pavement with each step. The sound of it hitting the ground was faint, barely audible over the distant hum of traffic, but to you, it might as well have been a drumbeat echoing your guilt. Your black clothes, chosen with care for their ability to conceal, now felt heavy, saturated with the evidence of your crime. The fabric stuck to your skin, wet and uncomfortable, the drying blood forming a layer that made your every movement feel deliberate. You could feel it like a second layer of skin, invisible to everyone but yourself.
You walked toward the hospital’s entrance, the automatic doors hissing open as you approached, like a mechanical sigh welcoming you into a world of antiseptic smells and soft murmurs. The fluorescent lights were harsh against your bloodshot eyes, casting everything in a cold, sterile light that contrasted sharply with the warmth of the blood that still clung to you. But no one looked twice. The rush of nurses, doctors, and patients barely spared a glance in your direction. To them, you were just another face, just another body passing through.
The blood from your ex seeped through your clothes in places, sticky and warm, though no one noticed. Not yet. Your dark attire hid the worst of it, but you could still feel it, the wet patches where his life had spilled over and marked you as something other than innocent. You kept walking, your pace steady but not hurried. Panic would give you away. You couldn’t afford that. Not now.
He had to die.
The thought repeated in your mind, a mantra of justification, though you weren’t sure who you were trying to convince—yourself or the ghost of him that still lingered in your thoughts. His face flickered across your memory, that familiar sneer curling his lips, the look of disdain that he always wore when he talked to you. That condescending tone, the way he spoke as though every word you said was meaningless, as though you were some toy to be played with and discarded. His cruelty had always been so subtle, so artful. He never hit you, never screamed at you. No, he was much smarter than that.
He twisted your thoughts until you didn’t know where his desires ended and yours began. He made you doubt yourself, question everything you once held dear. Slowly, over time, he chipped away at you, stripping you down until you were a hollow version of the person you used to be. You tried to leave, once. You packed your bags, stood in the doorway, but he had stopped you with nothing more than a few choice words—a promise to change, a fleeting moment of tenderness that made you second-guess everything. You had been weak then, afraid. But not anymore.
Now, you were free.
But freedom came with a price, and as you stood in the sterile hospital hallway, the weight of what you’d done settled over you like a shroud. You could almost feel his ghost following you, whispering in your ear, telling you that you would never really escape him. He would haunt you, a constant presence, until the guilt consumed you whole. But you didn’t care. You could live with the guilt. It was better than living with him.
You moved through the hospital with purpose, though each step felt heavier than the last. Every door you passed felt like an invitation to turn back, to undo the irreversible, but you pushed forward. You knew why you had come here, knew that the hospital wasn’t just a hiding place—it was a temporary refuge from the storm that raged inside you.
The fluorescent lights flickered overhead as you approached the front desk, the buzz of the hospital growing quieter in your ears as your mind raced. You leaned against the counter, feigning calm as you scanned the waiting room, your pulse thrumming under your skin. It was busy—families waiting for news, doctors rushing between patients, nurses scribbling down charts. No one cared about the woman in bloodstained black clothes who had just walked through the doors. Not yet.
You tapped your fingers against the counter, your mind flickering back to his face once more. You saw the sneer again, heard his voice—the way he’d called you pathetic, small. But not this time. This time, you had made sure he would never speak again. And as the hospital buzzed with life around you, you felt a twisted sense of satisfaction settle in your chest. He was gone, and you were still here.
You were still free. But for how long?
"Good evening, how can I help you?" the nurse chirped, her voice unnervingly bright, the kind of overused politeness that made her seem robotic. She had no idea who you were, no idea what you had done just hours ago. And that was the beauty of it.
"I’d like to donate blood," you replied smoothly, your voice soft but unwavering. You kept your expression neutral, even innocent, as if nothing in the world could be out of place.
The nurse blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the request. "Oh, sure… um, we just need to take your vitals first. If you’ll follow me—"
"No need," you cut her off with a slight wave of your hand, tilting your head with genuine confusion, as if she had suggested something absurd. "I’ve got plenty of blood at home. I can bring it in buckets if you want."
Her face changed in an instant. The nurse’s eyes widened, her friendly mask cracking as she tried to process what you had just said. The color drained from her cheeks, leaving her as pale as the hospital walls behind her. Her hands trembled—ever so slightly—but enough for you to notice, enough to spark that amusement inside you.
She stammered, trying to find her voice, but nothing coherent came out. Instead, she mumbled something under her breath, barely audible, and then turned on her heel, her shoes squeaking against the polished floor as she hurried away toward the back room. You watched her flee, your eyes following her retreating figure as she scurried off like a frightened animal.
The sight amused you. She was weak, terrified—just like him.
A cruel smirk crept across your face, spreading slowly as you leaned back against the counter. You could still see the look on her face, the way her hands shook as she fumbled to escape your presence. People like her were so easy to scare, so fragile. All it took was a few carefully chosen words, a subtle shift in tone, and they crumbled.
You glanced around the waiting area, the sterile atmosphere now tinged with your silent amusement. It was almost too easy. You had come here to buy time, to distance yourself from the body you had left behind, but this… this was a bonus. Watching people break under the weight of their own fear, just like he had, gave you a sense of control. It reminded you that you weren’t weak anymore.
The nurse hadn’t returned, and you doubted she would. The idea of her cowering in the back room, trying to explain what had just happened to her colleagues, made you chuckle under your breath. You imagined her recounting the conversation, her voice shaking, her eyes darting around in fear that you might still be lurking.
You leaned against the counter, waiting patiently, your smirk never fading.
Not long after, an older nurse emerged from the same door, her hair white as snow, her movements slow. There was something about her—a quiet strength, a knowing look in her eyes that came from years of experience. She wasn’t like the younger nurse who had fled in terror. No, this woman had seen her fair share of strange things. She wouldn’t be easily shaken.
"My dear," she said, her voice soft and warm, approaching you with a gentle smile. "Don’t mind that young one. She’s easily spooked. You seem like a lovely girl. Kind. Strong. This generation’s a bit misunderstood, but you all have good hearts deep down."
You blinked, her words falling over you like syrup, thick and sweet. Kind? She was calling you kind? The irony of it curled inside your chest like a snake ready to strike. The words dripped from her lips, heavy with patronizing sympathy, as though she thought she could read you—like you were some lost child she could save with a few soft-spoken reassurances.
"You're kind."
"Kind," you echoed, the word rolling off your tongue in a whisper of disbelief, tasting bitter, soaked in irony. Did she even know what she was saying? Could she sense the darkness lurking beneath your skin, or was she blind to it? You almost laughed at the absurdity of it all.
The older nurse’s smile never wavered. She reached out and squeezed your shoulder, the gesture meant to comfort, but all you could feel was the weight of her hand—a reminder of the blood that still clung to you, the blood she had no idea was there.
Then her fingers brushed against something wet, and her smile faltered. Slowly, she pulled her hand back, her expression shifting as she looked down at her palm. Blood. Dark, sticky blood smeared across her skin, clinging to her fingers like the evidence of a sin too great to be washed away. Her face drained of color, the warmth that had once been in her eyes replaced with a growing sense of dread.
Her gaze flicked from her hand to your face, and in that moment, the truth crashed into her like a slow, suffocating wave. She knew.
But she didn’t say a word. Her lips parted slightly, but no sound came. It was as if the air had been knocked out of her lungs, as if her mind was trying to grasp the horror of what stood in front of her but couldn’t quite catch up.
And then, like an omen, the distant sound of sirens broke the silence. Faint at first, but growing louder, closer. They were coming. For you.
The nurse’s eyes widened, panic finally creeping into her expression. You could see it—the fear, the dawning horror that spread across her face as the reality of the situation settled in. She had touched the blood. His blood. And now, she understood.
But she didn’t scream. She didn’t call for help. She just stood there, frozen in disbelief, her eyes locked onto yours, as though she were trying to reconcile the image of the "kind, strong" girl she had seen with the truth of what you had done.
You let your gaze linger on her, savoring the moment, the way her confidence crumbled under the weight of her realization. Her world was shattering in slow motion, and you… you were the cause.
With a soft, almost cruel smile, you turned away, your steps calm, measured, as if the sirens weren’t growing louder with every passing second. You could feel the nurse’s eyes on you, still too stunned to move, too overwhelmed to react. It was perfect. The fear, the silence, the power you held in that fleeting moment.
But you didn’t have time to relish it. The sirens were closing in, and you needed to disappear. Without a glance back, you slipped out the hospital doors and into the night, leaving the nurse—and everything she now knew—behind.
Without thinking, you bolted, pushing through the hallway doors as the wail of sirens grew louder, chasing you through the sterile corridors. Your heart pounded in your chest, every step echoing against the cold tile floors. You needed a way out, fast.
You ran deeper into the hospital, barely aware of your surroundings, just desperate to escape. Rounding a corner, you slammed into someone—a tall, thin man in a hospital uniform. His face was pale, almost sickly, and his hair was a wild mess, framing his hollow eyes. He looked like he had been here far too long. A mental patient.
"Watch it," you muttered, trying to shove past him. But he just stood there, unmoving, his gaze shifting from your face to the floor beneath you. It was as if he could see through you, into the blood-soaked secret you carried.
Without a second thought, you grabbed his wrist and yanked him into the nearest room—a laundry room, dimly lit and cluttered with piles of clothes. The harsh fluorescent lights flickered and buzzed, casting a sickly glow over everything.
Slamming the door shut behind you, you pulled out your knife and pressed it against his throat. The blade still had traces of blood on it, glistening under the light.
"Take off your clothes," you ordered, your voice cold and unflinching. You needed to blend in, to disappear before the sirens reached the hospital.
His breath hitched, but he didn’t resist. Slowly, almost too calmly, he began to undress, his movements methodical, his gaze never leaving yours. There was something in his eyes, amusement gleaming in them, as if he found the entire situation entertaining.
When he was down to his undergarments, he sat on the wet floor, folding his legs beneath him like a child. His stare never wavered. He watched you with a kind of fascination as you tore off your blood-soaked clothes, swapping them for his. The fabric was cold against your skin, damp from the humidity of the room. As you changed, you noticed the water on the floor—the blood from your clothes seeping into it, swirling like red ink in a puddle.
His eyes became crescent moons as he saw it too. His lips curled into a small, smile. "That’s not your blood, is it?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper but filled with delight, as though the truth excited him.
"No," you replied simply, pulling the patient uniform over your body. "It’s not."
The room fell into silence, save for the soft dripping of water and the distant hum of the hospital around you. You could feel his eyes on you, burning with curiosity, his mind racing to understand you, to piece together the kind of person you must be.
He looked down at the bloodied water, his grin widening. "You killed someone."
You shot him a cold glare, but he didn’t flinch. If anything, he seemed even more excited by your reaction.
"I like you," he murmured, his voice dark and playful, like a child discovering a new toy. "Take me with you."
"No." Your response was immediate, firm.
As you moved toward the door, his hand shot out, grabbing your ankle with surprising strength. His grip was tight, almost desperate. "Take me with you," he repeated, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous sort of determination.
Your eyes narrowed, your grip tightening on the knife. "No."
He stood up, quick and agile, pulling clothes from a nearby pile and dressing himself in them as though he had planned for this all along. "If you don’t take me," he said, his tone light, almost sing-song, "I’ll scream."
The threat hung in the air between you. You stared at him, your mind racing. He was unstable, that much was clear. But he wasn’t lying. He would scream, and the sirens were already too close. If he screamed, you’d be caught. You didn’t have a choice.
"You're insane," you muttered, your voice filled with frustration.
He grinned, a wild, manic grin that sent a shiver down your spine. "Maybe. But if you don’t take me, I’ll scream."
"Fine," you growled, grabbing his wrist and yanking him to his feet. You didn’t have time to argue. You had to get out, and now, he was coming with you whether you liked it or not.
You rushed to your car, the man—Hyunjin—you had asked in a hurry, following close behind, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Once inside, you sped off, leaving the hospital behind, the distant wail of sirens fading into the night.
The drive to your house was silent, tension filling the small space between you. Hyunjin sat next to you, his eyes flitting between the road and your hands on the steering wheel, a barely concealed excitement bubbling beneath the surface.
When you finally pulled up to your house, you led him inside. He followed closely, his eyes scanning the space—until they landed on the body.
Your ex, lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood.
Hyunjin let out a delighted whistle. "You’ve been busy."
You shot him a glare, you walked over to the body, nudging it with your foot. His head fell to the side when Hyunjin tried to touch his face and the blood fell on your shoes. You ran your foot over the dead man's shirt to wipe off the blood.
"He deserved it."
"I’m sure he did," Hyunjin said, his voice dripping with amusement. "And now what? We just… live with it?"
You glanced at him, your expression unreadable. "You’re not going to run?" you asked, curious.
He shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. "Why would I? You’re interesting."
"Interesting?"
"Yes," he said, stepping closer to you. "You’re like me, you're fun." His eyes gleamed with that same unsettling light from before. "We could be good together, you know."
You stared at him for a long moment, weighing his words. He was dangerous, unpredictable. But then again, so were you.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have someone like him around.
...
The door slams behind you as you enter the apartment, your pulse racing with the thrill of what you’ve just done. There’s a certain satisfaction lingering on your lips, a wicked smile you can’t quite hide.
You step over to the mirror, admiring the streaks of blood on your cheek. Not yours, of course. Never yours. A laugh bubbles up from your chest as you lean closer to your reflection.
"Beautiful."
The voice startles you, and you turn to find Hyunjin lounging on the couch, his head tilted as he watches you, eyes glittering with something. He looks far too calm, for someone who just saw you walk in like this.
"Is that why you're still here?" you ask, raising an eyebrow. "Because I’m a monster?"
His lips curve up into a slow, smile, his eyes narrowing with amusement. "Because you’re the only one who makes me feel alive," he says, voice as smooth as velvet, dripping with sweetness.
"Isn’t that what you wanted? To save me?"
You walk toward him slowly, every step deliberate, predatory. "I didn’t save you, Hyunjin, you begged me to get you outta there."
Hyunjin’s fingers trace along the edge of the couch, his gaze unwavering. There’s a flicker of madness behind his calm exterior, one that mirrors your own. It’s what drew you to him in the first place. The way he teeters on the edge of insanity, always so close to falling, but never quite letting go.
"Maybe that’s why I like you," he whispers, his voice barely audible. "Because I want you to break me completely."
You laugh, the sound echoing through the room, cold and hollow. "You say that, but can you handle me, Hyunjin?"
He stands, slow, until he’s towering over you. His fingers brush your cheek, lingering over the blood like a lover’s touch. "Why do you think I’ve stayed?" His lips are close to your ear now, his breath hot against your skin. "I crave the chaos. I crave you."
You can feel the tension in the air between you two, the dangerous pull of your shared madness. There’s a sick beauty in it, the way you both destroy and rebuild each other, over and over again. No one else would understand it. No one else would survive it.
"You’ll fall apart," you warn, even as your hands wrap around his neck, pulling him closer.
His eyes meet yours, and for the first time tonight, you see it — the madness, the desperation. It’s consuming him, just like it’s consumed you.
"Then let me fall," he murmurs, his voice heavy with longing. "Let me fall into you, Y/N."
Your grip tightens, and for a moment, there’s silence. Complete and utter silence.
Then, Hyunjin smiles —while smearing that blood on your face a little more— that wicked, broken smile that matches yours so perfectly. You press your lips to his, hard and unforgiving, feeling his breath hitch as the weight of your shared insanity finally crashes down.
There’s no redemption here. Just sweet surrender.
Together.
Can you do things hyunjin does as your bf🙏
Cute things Hyunjin does as your bf
Pairing: Hyunjin x reader
Tags: fluff, like that’s all there is
Warnings: none
Author’s note: sorry that my requests are being posted a little slower now but I’m currently trying to write multiple different requests, a multi chapter story, and complete a couple of art commissions so my creativity is stretched a little thin rn. But I’m gonna try to start getting them out faster in the future! Hope you enjoy!
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If you’re shorter then him then expect lots of head pats and hair ruffles
Which are usually accompanied by him calling you cute
Likes to hug you from behind and rest his chin on your shoulder or head
If you’re also an artist like him (which I am) he’ll set you up a second little art station in the room with his so you can do it together
Ik y’all are probably expecting me to put sometime about liking you to sit on his lap while he paints or something but if he’s anything like me I absolutely hate when people watch me work lol it makes me nervous
Buys you matching couples rings
He loves play with your hair. Like he’ll just constantly be running his hands though it.
As he’s stated before he’s not a big spender and really thinks before he buys so when he does buy you gifts you better believe they are super meaningful and thought out
Just makes you feel way funnier than you are. Like he literally laughs at everything you say
Pulls his phone out to snap candid pictures of you any time he thinks you look exceptionally beautiful. Got a whole album atp. Most of them are of you laughing or smiling at something. He’s absolutely obsessed with your genuine, natural smile.
Loves to just lay on top of you and wrap his long limbs around you like an octopus while nuzzling his head into your shoulder. Like if he comes in tired from a long day and sees you laid on the couch he’ll just flop himself over top of you without a word.
He’ll do it playfully too. Like if you’re trying to leave he’ll just lay his whole body weight on you so you can’t get up. “Nope. You can’t go” He of course lets you go if you really want him to get off, but I mean who would want him to get off of them👀
As an artist who has been known to make portraits, he analyzes the details of someone’s features more than most meaning when he compliments you it’s not always just “you’re pretty” or “you look beautiful” instead it’s: “The speckle of colors in your eyes are gorgeous.” “The way your hair glows in the sun makes you look like an angel” etc.
Like he literally just lifts you and your confidence up so much whether it’s from compliments about your appearance or praising you on certain skills or things you do well. Low self esteem does not exist when you’re around hyunjin
Without really meaning to, he makes you the focal point of his art more and more. Even when it’s not directly an image of you he’s creating an abstract piece that represents what you make him feel. Love. He just paints what comes to mind and more often then not that’s you these days
Hyunjin with a shy s/o !!!! ♥️
Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x shy!reader
Tags: established relationship, just fluff really
Warnings: none?
A/n: Sorry for the delay in posting y’all’s requests, my mental health has just been… well let’s just say I’ve been struggling a bit recently😅. But anyways I finally scrapped together enough motivation to actually write this so I hope you like it🫶
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He is the one that has to initiate almost everything in the relationship (with your permission ofc) because you’re too shy to make the first move
This caused a bit of a delay in y’all actually getting together because you were too shy to admit your feelings or initiate anything first and he just thought you weren’t interested in him or wasn’t ready for a relationship so he didn’t want to overstep or make you uncomfortable
Literally thinks you are the cutest thing in the world
Loves when you get all blushy just from him doing something as small as holding your hand
He absolutely loves when you bury your head in his shoulder when you get really embarrassed
Will purposefully do things in public like kissing your cheek or putting his arm around you etc just to see you get all bashful about it
Though he asks you if you’re okay with pda before he does it because even though he loves doing it and getting a reaction out of you he’d never want to overstep and make you uncomfortable. Consent is sexy after all, even with these small interactions
Asks you what you want to eat before it’s time to order so he can order for you
At any get together or party he always waits outside to walk you in cause he knows you feel really awkward walking in by yourself in front of everyone
If you get caught by paparazzi or just some fans he’ll try to block you from the cameras as much as he can cause he knows you hate the spotlight
Likes to brag about you to the other members while you’re present. Partially because he just genuinely likes hyping you up and partly because he loves seeing you get all bashful about it.
Will start organizing a bunch more cute stay-in dates when he realizes you feel more comfortable in the quiet of your own home
He’s definitely sketched or painted at least one portrait of you with your face looking all red and bashful in it
jeongin x Milf!reader smut
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You couldn’t even think how you got into this situation, you just knew that you liked it. Your cheeks were completely red, your nails scratching the headboard of the bed, his hands leaving marks on your waist from the squeeze he gave them, his thin and large fingers tickling your waist. His grip felt so good, how he made you go up and down on him, the marks he left on your tits or what he said to you. You knew what you were doing was wrong; you were his best friend’s mother and older than him, but you couldn’t refuse, not the way he grabbed you. Jeongin had been your son’s best friend for years, practically since he can remember. You always thought of him as a sweet and shy boy, but he turned out to be the complete opposite. He wasn’t at all the image of him that you had, or maybe he was, but not in a sexual sense. The way his thrusts made your eyes water was incredible; How could such a young and sweet boy make you feel so many things that no man in your entire life had ever made you feel? He was giving you the best sex of your life. You didn't even know how much time had passed; you were so overstimulated that the pleasure blinded you from all thought. His cock felt so good, but the pleasure his fingers gave you was something you couldn't even believe. Since he knew how to touch every spot in your overstimulated pussy to draw moans from you, you tried not to make noise for fear that your children would catch them, but with this boy between your legs it was totally impossible, or that you couldn't handle it in that state. Since his hands were clinging to your hips, making them go up and down, hitting your sensitive spot with his tip, you babbled meaningless things, or bit your lip to keep from making noise, leaving it marked and with slight blood from the strong bite. You clung to his broad shoulders as he clung to your tits at that moment; He left a trail of hickeys and bites, he hugged your body and kissed you totally needy, making you jump on him as if it were the last thing he would do.
"Forgive me, but it's your fault for being so hot and being my best friend's mom."
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This was something I had in notes a few weeks ago, I went to check and found it, so I'm posting it
Confession
wc: around 2.5k
tw: a few swear words here and there, kissing
pairing: hyunjin x reader (Felix is also mentioned)
note: it's my first fic that I'm posting on here. I wrote this all in one go, edited only twice... so yeah I hope it's good enough for people to read.
You were best friends, you and Hyunjin. Inseparable even. A single day hadn't gone by in four years where either you or him doubted, hated, or ignored each other. You both had almost everything in common. From simple things like your favourite colours, favourite foods, movies, and fashion, to stuff like your deep passion for art.
You've had a fair share of deep talks with him, ranted to each other about your work stress, breakups, literally anything.
Of course, not all the time was your friendship carefree or happy-go-lucky, it did have its own ups and downs. Most were normal bickering like over who gets a share of what, or what movie you want to watch for your weekend movie nights. Some casual disputes happened here and there, about you spending most of your time with a new friend and not with Hyunjin, sometimes it would even be about Hyunjin's nature of being controlling.
Yes, he was a sweet guy, someone anyone could fall for. His good, no, gorgeous looks, his charming personality, his everything has girls swooning over him all the time. You would be lying if you said you didn't think about being together at some point. But, he was also a bit controlling with you. At first, you thought it was all just to get your attention, something just normal between you two. You thought he just wanted to spend more time with you. Over time, you understood that he only wanted to spend time with you. Only wanted you to be with him. That all was fine with you since you wanted the same thing as well. Your friendship was simple. It all seemed perfect.
But oh, did things take a turn when you caught feelings for him.
It started with a small crush. Everything he did would impress you. When he tied his shoulder-length hair back, when he painted, when he used his most cheesy pickup lines from the internet on you, everything.
As time passed, you realised it wasn't just a small crush you harboured for him. You did actually like him.
But how could you like him? He's your best friend. Obviously, he wouldn't see you like that. He wouldn't see you as someone he'd romantically get involved with. Why would he? But could he?
You hated the fact that you liked him. If word reached him, who knows how he could react? What if your friendship gets ruined? That was definitely something you would not want to see happen.
He wasn't in a relationship, and you weren't too. Although, it wasn't like either of you were actually keen on finding someone. You and Hyunjin were happy with the way things were.
Recently, Hyunjin had been bugging you to 'get out there and find someone'. He was randomly trying to set you up with guys, sending you on blind dates, or even people from your own friend group.
You'd made it clear that you didn't want to find someone, but you hadn't made it clear why. There's no way you were planning on telling him soon.
His advice isn't totally bad, though... It could help you get new friends, or a boyfriend, and hopefully could help you get over your feelings for Hyunjin.
That's when you met Felix. Not exactly met, but, more like got to know him. He's in your friend group, you know him well enough. Plus, he was undeniably good-looking.
Felix had texted you, asking if you'd want to go over to his place for a movie night. You were free, and had nothing to do the entire day. That's why you decided, why not go instead of being bored all by yourself the entire day?
And there you were, at his place, all settled on the floor, a wall of snacks surrounding you and Felix, who was sitting right beside you.
"What do you feel like watching?"- He asked, turning towards you, the remote clutched in his palm as he pressed on the button, scrolling through the options on the screen.
"I'm fine with anything."- You shrugged, to which he cocked an eyebrow.
"You're sure? Fine, how about a romantic one, hm?"- Felix suggested, pressing the button once more, the screen showing the preview of 'Titanic' and the title in bold.
"Titanic? Such a clichè."- You chuckled.
"Hey, you said anything. This is anything."
"Okay, fine, let's watch it."
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟
00:06
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: heyy
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: hello??
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: y/n
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: y/n? answer meeee
00:34
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: are you mad at me? 🥺
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: i’m sorry
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: i'm not talking to you ever again.
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: Y/NNNN!!!!!! PLEASE TALK TO MEEE!
01:16
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: y/n i'm lonely
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: i miss you
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: why are you ignoring me?
"Aren't you going to answer your texts?"- Felix asks, noticing how you're ignoring the notifications 'dings' coming from your phone.
"No, it's fine."- You shake your head, grabbing your phone and turning 'silent mode' on.
You knew it was Hyunjin. You knew from the way he kept spamming you, you knew from the time gaps he took before sending another bunch of texts, but over that, you knew because it was your weekend movie night.
But here you were, spending the movie night with Felix, instead of Hyunjin.
"Alright, then, if that's what you say."- Felix shrugs, turning back to the screen, completely indulging in the movie.
Not you, though. You hadn't even noticed that the movie wasn't Titanic anymore, you didn't notice that he switched to a different movie halfway into Titanic. You didn't even know what movie you were watching right now. All because you were too preoccupied thinking about Hyunjin.
Hyunjin would have put on a movie you both really wanted to watch. Hyunjin would have fed you snacks. Hyunjin would make this a lot more fun. Hyunjin would pester you until you told him what was truly wrong.
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟
01:43
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: y/n is everything okay? are you okay?
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: I'm starting to get worried.
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: Please answer. Please tell me if there's something wrong.
01:58
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: You're not at home?
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: Where are you?
At this point, you couldn't ignore him further. You wanted to, but the guilt was eating you up.
"Felix, give me a moment, okay? I just need to text someone."- You stood up from your spot, a few crumbs of popcorn, chips, and other snacks you don't remember eating falling off your shirt.
"No, it's totally fine. Take your time."- He nods, giving you a warm, toothy smile, that makes his eyes crinkle at the sides.
"Thank you." You smile back, rushing to a corner and turning on your phone.
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟
02:02
You: Hyunjin????
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: Wow you answered.
You: Why are you spamming me?
You: You're blowing up my phone.
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: That was the point, you know..
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: anyway, where are you?
You: At a friend's place.
Why would you be at someone else's house? Especially at this hour? You didn't even mention to him about a new friend.
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: Then why didn't you just answer?
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: Wait, who are you with?
You: not this again.
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: I'm just asking!
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: Who are you with?
You: I'm at Felix's place.
What? Why would you be with Felix? Out of all people, he didn't expect that 'friend' to be Felix. Why were you with him anyway?
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: You're with Felix?
You: Yeah. He invited me.
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: to do what, exactly?
You: to watch movies.
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: which movie?
You: ......
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: Which movie??
You: Well, we were watching Titanic-
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: titanic...?
You: What's wrong?
What's wrong? Seriously? You're with another guy, watching Titanic? You're with another guy?
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: nothing.
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: have fun with felix i guess 👍
You: Hyunjin.
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: yeah what
You: Are you mad at me?
Obviously he is.
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: yeah
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: and jealous.
You: Why are you jealous?
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: you’re at felix's house.
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: in the middle of the night.
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: watching movies.
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: and you don't expect me to be jealous???
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: you aren't even answering my texts.
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: you're too busy swooning over him, aren't you?
You: hyunjin what the fuck?
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: you like him, don't you?
You: You're the one who told me to go meet people and date someone.
You're right. But not Felix! Why HIM?
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: not him. you can go date anyone.
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: any person, but HIM of all people?
You: he seems nice. he is nice. he's handsome too.
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: yeah, yeah, he's cute, funny, sweet, handsome-
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: i know. i know it all.
You: See? You said it yourself.
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: but you know who else is handsome, sweet, funny, and all that?
You: who?
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: me.
You: what?
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: I'm just saying. all of those compliments you just said about Felix, I'm actually better in every way.
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: I'm more handsome, I'm cuter, you laugh more at my jokes.
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: but noooo, you just had to be with him. you’re too busy with him huh?
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: too busy swooning over his charming smile, his cute giggle, the way he looks at you, his fluffy brown hair.
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: aren’t you?
You: Why are you acting like this?
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: like what? jealous?
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: Maybe because, I don't know, I'm madly in love with you and I’m going crazy knowing you're at another guy's house in the middle of the night watching movies.
You: hyunjin, what???
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: did i stutter?
What? Did he actually just confess to you? Over text? He confessed? He loves you? Is this real?
You: You love me?
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: ugh you're making me say it again, aren't you?
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: I, Hwang Hyunjin, am madly, deeply, insanely in love with you.
You: ....
You: Gosh- I don't know what to say
You: And you have really bad timings.
"Hey, Y/n, you okay over there?"- Felix's voice makes you remember where you are, bringing you back to reality.
"Uh, yeah, I'm fine."- You reply back, knowing well you aren't fine. You're overflowing with joy.
"Okay... just tell me if anything's wrong, yeah?"
"Mhm, will do."
With that, you divert your attention back to your phone, noticing more notifications from Hyunjin.
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: oh my god.
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: how is this a bad timing?
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: you're telling me that you're at the guy I'm most jealous about's house in the middle of the night.
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: watching a goddamn movie with him.
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: How could this get any worse?
You: It won't get any worse.
You: and you don't have to be jealous any more.
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: And why the hell not?
You: because I'm on my way to your place.
"Hey, Felix," You walk back to where Felix is. He paused the movie, standing up and walking towards you.
"Yeah? What's wrong?"- He seemed genuinely concerned.
"I- There's an emergency... I really need to go, quick."- You come up with an excuse. You weren't sure if Felix would buy it, but it was worth a try.
"Hey, it's fine, you can go."- He smiles, nodding.
You felt really bad, he seemed so genuine, and actually interested.
"Thank you. I promise I'll make it up to you."- You give him a hug, smiling as he hugs you back. "Don't worry, you don't have to."- He pats your shoulder as you both pull away from the hug.
You wish each other goodnight, and you immediately dash out the door, rushing to Hyunjin's house.
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: ...
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: you're what?
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: You're serious?
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: Are you actually coming over?
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: Why??
You: What "Why??"
You: You just confessed to me. Over text.
You: I'm coming to your place so you can confess to me. To my face. And not over text.
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: shit, okay.
Hyunjinnnnn 🥟: I'll be waiting for you, then.
You reach Hyunjin's house, standing in front of the door, panting and out of breath.
"Hyunjin?"- You call out, knocking on the door.
As if he'd been waiting for you forever, Hyunjin jolts out of shock before sprinting to his front door and throwing it open, his breath hitching when he sees you. You smile wide, wrapping your arms around him, Hyunjin chuckled in surprise and immediately pulled you in and wrapped his arms around you, feeling his heart about to burst in his chest as you smiled up at him.
You didn't say anything, and neither did he. Nothing had to be said. You just knew that this was the happiest moment in his life and yours. You didn't mind that you were still standing in his doorway, because all that mattered to you was this moment, you in his arms, knowing he loves you after all those days you spent pining after him.
"You really love me?"- You broke the silence first. Hyunjin smiled and laughed quietly, resting his chin on your head.
"Are you seriously asking that question? After I just confessed to you and you came all the way to my house at two in the early morning?"
"Well, then I have a confession for you too."- You hid your face in the crook of his neck, knowing well your face and cheeks were flushed.
Hyunjin pulled away slightly, wanting to see your face as you confessed to him. He takes a deep breath, trying to control his heart from thumping in his chest in anticipation. "And what is your confession, my love?"- He asks, his arms dropping from your back to your waist.
You cleared your throat, taking a deep breath. You could hear your heartbeat loud and echoing in your ears.
"I love you too."
Hyunjin feels like exploding upon hearing your confession, he chuckles, grinning, as his arms tightened around your waist.
"You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that, Y/n,"- He gently cradles your face in his hands, his palms tenderly cupping your cheeks. "Say it again."
"I love you, Hyunjin."
"I love you too, Y/n."
He slowly leaned in, as he gently rested his forehead against yours. "Do you know how it felt hearing you say you were coming here, after I just told you I was madly in love with you?"
"How did it feel?"- You ask, curiosity brightening your gaze.
"It felt like I was on cloud nine, like I’ve won the jackpot of life. It felt like nothing in the world, could’ve made me happier in that moment than hearing you say you were coming here."- Hyunjin buried his face in your hair, inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo. He smiles softly and nuzzles his face against your hair.
You want to say something snappy at him, some snarky, sarcastic comment. But you can't. You're filled with a tender, happy feeling, that all you can do is smile.
"Gosh, Hyunjin, you're so cheesy."- It was all you could come up with to say.
Hyunjin laughed as one of his hands moved up to caress your cheek, and his thumb gently brushed your soft skin. "And yet you love me anyway, hm?"
"I do."
"I do too."
With that, he leaned in closer, still cupping your face. Hyunjin gently caressed your cheek, his fingers resting under your chin as his thumb softly ran over your bottom lip.
"Y/n, can I-"
"Do it."
Hyunjin grinned, then tilted your chin up and closed the gap between your lips, kissing you softly and slowly, as his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you against his chest. You kissed him back, bursting with emotion, the unexpected, something that only existed in your imagination, coming true. He loved you after all.