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Fallen Flower Chapter 5
Pairing: Jeongin x reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None
{Word Count: 367}
Taglist: @turtledove824 , @jeonginplsholdmyhand , @theodorenottgf
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When you woke up, you got ready and grabbed your bag with your wallet and other essentials and locked your door before leaving your room, almost running into Hyunjin when you got out of the door.
“Wow! Y/n watch out there,” Hyunjin said as his ferret tail swayed nervously behind him as y'all began to head to the breakfast lounge walking past the group of boys Hyunjin gave them the stink eye the whole way to the breakfast lounge.
After you and Hyunjin got y'all breakfast you both sat at one of the tables in the corner near the window. “Hyunjin, do you who is all paired up for the hotel room?”, you ask softly as you take a sip of your drink.
After Hyunjin finished taking a bite of his waffles he spoke “Changbin and Jeongin, Me and Felix, Chris and Seungmin, and Han and Lee Know”.
“Oh, so Rabbit and Desert Fox, Ferret and Cat, Grey Wolf and Dog, and Quokka and Tiger.” You stated as you took a sip of your orange juice before glancing towards the TV, “Yep,” Hyunjin said before a worried Han came running into the breakfast lounge, scanning the area franticly before he looked at you and Hyunjin before he sighed in relief and sat with y'all.
“You had us all worried Y/nnie!,” Han said worriedly before you looked at him puzzled “What do you mean?,” you questioned as you looked at him with his ears down, “ We all went to your room so we could all have breakfast together but when me, Lee Know, Chris, Seungmin, Felix, Changbin, and Jeongin went to your room and knock you didn't reply, and when I and Felix tried and called you, you didn't answer,” Han stated as he sulked a little before he sent a quick text to the rest of the boys saying where you are.
A couple of minutes later the rest of the boys came into the breakfast lounge and sat with y'all. “You had us worried Y/n,” Felix signed in relief, “Sorry, I didn't mean to make y’all worried,” mumbles as you look at the table, feeling bad that you make them worry over you.
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Fallen Flower Chapter 6
Pairing: Jeongin x reader
Genre: Fluff
Warning: None
{Word Count: 940}
Taglist: @turtledove824 , @jeonginplsholdmyhand , @theodorenottgf
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After you had finished your breakfast, y'all went to the lobby to meet up with the teachers to get into your groups of two for going out. You got paired up with Jeongin for the rest of the week, you all will be at the beach. When you walked down the corridor of the hotel to your room you grabbed a beach towel, one of your gray jackets, and your two-piece bathing suit with the top being like a tank top with netting mesh under the bust and bottoms before putting them in your beach bag, before heading out of your room where Jeongin was waiting.
Once you left your hotel room, you texted the Three Besties GC to let Han and Felix know where you were going with Jeongin since you didn't want them to worry about where you were like they did this morning while you were with Hyunjin getting breakfast. You and Jeongin walked the short stroll to the beach from the hotel.
Jeongin picked a spot that wasn't too crowded before putting our beach towels and things down with you before you headed to the restroom to change into your bathing suit in one of the changing stalls. Once you are finished putting your two piece bathing suit on, you glance at the mirror in the changing stall with your bunny ears down timidly to make sure everything is on correctly and in the right place before grabbing your gray jacket and putting it on over your bathing suit but you didn't zip it up.
As you head out of the restroom towards where you and Jeongin’s is on the beach, you start to overthink a little bit as people stare at you. When you finally got to the spot you noticed that Jeongin had also changed into his swimwear that was a white shirt and swimming truck. You timidly sat next to Jeongin, looking out at the waves as the crashed into shore not noticing Jeongin staring lovingly and admiring you with his desert fox ears and tail twitching for the last few minutes before he nervously suggests going into the water after you both had put your sunscreen on.
You took off your jacket before you tread towards the ocean timidly with Jeongin accompanying you. When you were partially immersed into the water, while still close to the shore you felt water splash onto your back hitting you ear, you let out a high pitched squeal before you quickly turned around only to see Jeongin with a little smile on his face and his tail flickering excitedly causing the water to ripple around you.
After the next few hours of just splashing and playing in the water, you both head back to the shore, you shiver slightly when the cold breeze hits your wet skin. Jeongin stayed close enough to you where you could feel his body heat, without touching you. When you got back to your spot, you had put your jacket back on to try and block out the cool breeze blowing by.
As you grabbed your water bottle out of your you could feel someone staring, you turned to see Jeongin looking at you before he quickly looked away with his ears down and a light pink tint to his cheeks while you let out a little chuckle. After a while of you reading and not noticing the desert fox hybrid staring at you for the past 30 minutes, you put your bookmark into your book before glancing up at Jeongin and blushing a little when you finally noticed him already staring at you, you softly asked “Do you want to go to the ice cream shack that we pasted when we were heading here?,” as you glance up at him.
“Yea, sure,” Jeongin nodded as y'all dust your feet off of sand and put your shoes on,and head to the ice cream shack down the road from the beach with Jeongin closely behind you. When you got to the ice cream shack, Jeongin placed his order and your order of strawberry and mint chocolate chip ice cream, while you waited at one of the tables. After your ice cream was done being made Jeongin handed it to you but just as y'all were leaving you paled and froze when you looked out the window to see the group of people that used to bully you at your old college heading toward the ice cream shack.
You only snapped out of the little trans when Jeongin called out your name, making you jump slightly causing your bunny ears to droop down. You move to the other side of Jeongin as y'all headed out, hoping they didn't notice you. Just as y'all were almost completely out the door you hear someone shout “Y/n?,” making you tense up and causing Jeongin’s ears to go back against his head as you both turned towards the voice, only to see Layla one of the girls of the group in a T-shirt and short jean shorts, scoff lightly when she sees your swimsuit making you feel like you want to cover up completely and not be there before she turned her gaze to Jeongin looking him up and down, check him out since y'all were still a bit wet and him wearing a white shirt didn't help. When you saw her checking Jeongin out it made you feel a bit angry, and when you glanced up at Jeongin he had stepped closer to you slightly behind you as he looked at Layla and the rest of her group with disgust.
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(A/n: Let me know if I missed anything. And thank you @turtledove824 for helping me with some things in this chapter. I also got a little carried away writing this chapter😅.)
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Fallen Flower Chapter 7
Pairing: Jeongin x reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None
{Word Count: 301}
Taglist: @turtledove824 , @jeonginplsholdmyhand , @theodorenottgf
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You and Jeongin found the others upon your return to the beach. Chris, Lee Know, Changbin, Han, Hyunjin, Felix, and Seungmin were lounging by our spot. They were already in the sand, while Han and Felix were splashing each other in the water.
As you settle back into your spot next to the rest of the guys, you finish the last bit of your ice cream, and then you toss it away.
"Wow! Y/n, that's looks amazing on you!" Hyunjin beamed while uttering that statement that grabbed the boys' attention. Before the other boys complimented you, making you flustered, your bunny ears dropped. You let out a stifled laugh and concealed your face with your jacket.
After a while, the boys started to play volleyball a bit away from you. Your thoughts started to drift back to your encounter with Layla and her group of friends. As you started to think of all the things they did to you when you were at your old college. Just as tears started to well up in your eyes, you see Han and Felix walking towards you. You brushed tears aside, trying to conceal your emotions before they became visible.
"I'll fight if they try to start stuff with you, Y/nnie," Han said as he sat down beside you. Felix nodded along with him as he sat on your other side.
As it got darker, the boys decided to start a bonfire where y'all were sitting. Everyone moved closer to the bonfire except for Jeongin. He stayed next to you, a little further back from the bonfire than the rest of the boys.
While everyone was talking, you started to feel tired and leaned your head onto Jeongin's shoulder sleepily, unaware of his fox tail encircling around you.
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Fallen Flower Chapter 8
Pairing: Jeongin x reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None
{Word Count: 479}
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After you had woken up in your hotel room, not knowing or remembering how you got there because the last thing you remembered was falling asleep on Jeongin.
You started turning beet red when you realized you had fallen asleep on Jeongin.
“That's so embarrassing” you mumble to yourself as you hide your face behind your bunny ears.
When you received a text from Hyunjin, asking if you wanted to join him and Changbin out to go to a clothing shop that caught his eye. After you had put on a pink-colored sundress with a floral print on it and a pair of black sandals, you started heading towards the clothing shop not knowing that Jeongin was also going to be there.
As you got closer to the shop, you could see three silhouettes in the distance. You nervously send Hyunjin a quick text.
{10:56}Y/n - Hyunjin, who is coming to the clothing with us again?
A few seconds later your phone pings notifying you that you have a new message. You opened your phone and checked it.
[10:57] Hyunjin- It's just going to me, you, Changbin, and Jeongin.
As you finished reading the text message you had already gotten you the shop, as you glanced up you caught Jeongin already staring at you not noticing the look Hyunjin and Changbin were giving each other.
You looked at Hyunjin you asked “Where are we going to first?,” as you walked with them.
“To that shop there,” Hyunjin stated as he pointed at a cute beach clothing shop.
As y'all walked into to clothing shop you had already saw some shirts and pants you like, without realizing it you started looking at all the different articles of clothes that you liked, with your bunny scut twitching curiously.
Not noticing the guys smiling at you as you looked. When Hyunjin glanced at Jeongin because he saw his desert fox tail wagging happily as you looked at you with a big smile on his face.
Hyunjin gasped quietly as you not catch your attention as he and Changbin at Jeongin teasingly, before they got closer to him.
“So, you like y/n,” Changbin hummed with alittle smile on his face.
Jeongin’s fox ears twitch and as a bright pink tint started to cover his face and some of his neck.
“Aaaw, our baby fox has a crush,” Hyunjin chuckled as he starts teasing him more.
Going unnoticed by you the conversation going on between Jeongin, Changbin, and Hyunjin while you looked at some cute bikini tops and bottoms.
After picking out a few of the cute bikini tops and matching bottoms including a hot pink matching. You and the rest of the guys start heading back to the hotel with your bags in hand. As you walked you didn't notice the desert fox’s tail staying closely behind.
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Fallen Flower: Chapter 9
Pairing: Jeongin x reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: A little bit of spiciness is in it.
{Word Count: 829}
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After receiving a text from Jeongin, asking to meet at the beach in the afternoon, you spent hours preparing for the perfect casual-chic look. You braided your hair and slipped into a sundress, carefully selecting a hot pink bikini to wear underneath. Adding a pair of black flats to complete the outfit, you felt confident and excited for the afternoon ahead.
As you walked towards the beach, your anxiety grew. You fidgeted with your rose-gold bracelet, a nervous habit you'd developed over time. The creaky stairs of the pier seemed to echo your footsteps, making you feel like everyone was watching you. Finally, you arrived at the designated meeting spot, scanning the area for Jeongin's familiar face. When you heard your name being called, you looked up to see him standing before you, wearing a sleek black tank top and matching swim trunks.
Your face flushed a deep red as you stared at him, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. You shifted your gaze, struggling to regain control. Jeongin's gentle chuckle only added to your embarrassment. "You're cute when you're flustered like that," he teased as he led you to a nearby ice cream stall.
You chose a refreshing mint chocolate ice cream, while Jeongin opted for strawberry. As you strolled along the shoreline, the foxtail attached to Jeongin's backpack fluttered anxiously, its usually lively motion now conveying distress. He steered you to a hidden beach alcove, sheltered from observers. The alcove, sheltered by towering palm trees and weathered rocks, created a sense of intimacy, as if the outside world had melted away. You felt a sense of curiosity wash over you, wondering what had prompted Jeongin to seek out this hidden refuge.
His normally bold movements faltered with a subtle nervous tremble. His glances darted sideways, evoking a wary animal's cautious vigilance.
The surprise waiting for you was breathtaking—a beautiful candlelit picnic, adorned with rose petals. You were awestruck, yet confused, wondering why Jeongin would go to such great lengths.
As you tried to process the romantic gesture, you realized that the nervous desert fox was watching your every reaction. When you finally looked up at him, you saw the words "Will you be my one?" formed from white rose petals, framed by warm, steady candlelight. Your heart skipped a beat as you struggled to find the right words to respond.
You bumped into Jeongin's chest, releasing a high-pitched gasp. His sudden proximity left you flustered, your face burning with embarrassment. You hadn't expected him to be standing so close.
With a nervous smile, you consented to be Jeongin's partner, trying to hide your anxiety as you sat beside him on the picnic blanket. Jeongin produced a concealed basket, retrieving food and arranging it before you with a gentle touch.
After finishing the meal, you couldn't resist the urge to slip off your sundress, revealing your hot-pink bikini underneath. You made a break for the ocean, laughing as Jeongin's eyes snapped toward the water, his face frozen in surprise. Before he could react, you started running into the waves, feeling the cool water envelop you.
Jeongin soon followed, and you let out a playful squeal as he chased you into the ocean. As you turned to face him, you sent a mock glare his way before dunking his head into the water. His resurfacing laughter was music to your ears. But before you could react, he wrapped his strong arms around your waist, dunking you underwater once again. The cold enveloped you, and you surfaced with a startled squeak, only to find Jeongin's beaming smile greeting you.
As you gazed up at Jeongin, a radiant smile spread across your face, reflecting the joy that filled your heart. The warm moonlight danced across his features, highlighting the gentle curve of his lips, which were now descending towards yours. The anticipation was palpable, and you could almost taste the salty tang of the ocean water that lingered on his skin. Then, his soft lips made contact with yours, sending shivers down your spine as the sweetness of the moment mingled with the hint of saltiness from their adventure in the waves.
As the darkness of night enveloped the beach, you and Jeongin strolled back onto the shore, the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks a gentle accompaniment to your footsteps. You both settled down on the picnic blanket, the soft fabric rustling beneath you as you got comfortable. The sweet scent of blooming flowers filled the air, and the only light came from the twinkling stars above. It was as if the world had slowed down, and all that mattered was the two of you, lost in the magic of the moment. As you gazed up at the starry sky, Jeongin's eyes locked onto yours, and the atmosphere began to simmer with a palpable tension. It was clear that the night was about to take a romantic turn, and you could hardly contain your nervous excitement.
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Fallen Flower Chapter 11
Pairing: Jeongin x reader
Genre: Fluff
Warning: None
{Word Count: 745}
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As the morning sun peeks through the open window, its gentle breeze whispers through the curtains, rustling them softly. You shiver, the sudden rush of cool air jolting you awake. Groggily, you open your eyes, blinking away the remnants of sleep. The ceiling above comes into focus, a dull white that seems to swirl as your eyes adjust.
As the haze of sleepiness clears, you become aware of your surroundings. The first thing that catches your attention is the overwhelming scent of Jeongin's cologne. It's a smell that's both familiar and strange, triggering a memory that makes your heart skip a beat. You let out a nervous squeak as the events of the previous night come flooding back.
Sitting up, you wince slightly, the dull soreness in your lower region a gentle reminder of the night's activities. Your eyes drop, and you let out a high-pitched scream as you take in the sight of your body. Hickeys and bite marks cover your skin, a roadmap of passion and desire. The memories of the night before come rushing back, and your face flushes with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.
You stretched out your hand to grab your phone from Jeongin's nightstand, where it was charging. A faint smile crossed your face as you noticed it was plugged in, likely courtesy of Jeongin's thoughtful nature. However, your gentle expression quickly turned into a wince as you turned on the screen, blinded by the harsh brightness. Squinting, you checked the time and were taken aback to see it was already 2 pm in the afternoon. Your heart began to race as you scrolled through the plethora of missed calls. Han and Felix had called you a staggering 40 times, and Changbin had tried to reach out to you as well, leaving a few missed calls. The fact that you weren't at your apartment, where you were supposed to be, only added to the anxiety brewing inside you.
As you deliberated whether to respond to the text message, your stomach suddenly growled in protest, begging for attention. The sweet aroma of sizzling food wafted into your nostrils, making your mouth water in anticipation. But before you could focus on satisfying your hunger, you were jolted back to reality by the shocking sight of your torn clothes scattered across the floor. Your jaw dropped in disbelief as you took in the mess. Yet, your gaze was drawn to Jeongin's sweater, carelessly draped over the back of his chair at his desk. You clutched the sheet tightly around your body, feeling a surge of modesty as you waddled over to the chair. You hesitated for a moment, wincing as the cool air hit your skin, causing goosebumps to form. But you quickly shrugged on the sweater, savoring the comforting warmth and familiar scent of Jeongin that lingered on the fabric. With a sigh of relief, you made your way out of Jeongin's room, and shuffled towards the kitchen. There, you found Jeongin busy cooking up a storm, dressed in a laid-back outfit of black sweatpants and a white t-shirt.
Jeongin's oversized fennec ears, a distinguishing feature that accentuated his playful nature, twitched with excitement as he caught sight of you clad only in his sweater. The intimate atmosphere was palpable as he moved with purpose, his eyes locked on yours, and retrieved two bowls from the top cabinet. With a fluid motion, he expertly filled both bowls before holding one out to you, the steaming contents emitting a savory aroma that wafted up, tantalizing your senses. The way he paused, bowl extended, seemed to hold a silent invitation, as if asking you to share in a moment of warmth and closeness.
You accepted the bowl with a timid "thank you" before following him to the dining table, where you both sat down in a comfortable silence. As you began to eat, you couldn't help but smile slightly when you felt Jeongin's fennec tail wrap gently around your ankle. The soft, fluffy fur was a comforting sensation, and you felt a sense of relief wash over you as you realized Jeongin was making an effort to make you feel at ease. The silence between you wasn't awkward, but rather a calm, peaceful atmosphere that allowed you to enjoy your meal without distraction. As you took a bite of the food, the flavors danced on your tongue, and you savored the moment, feeling grateful for this small act of kindness from Jeongin.
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Fallen Flower Chapter 12
Pairing: Jeongin x reader
Genre: Fluff
Warning: None
{Word Count: 647}
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As you stood in Jeongin's room, wrapping your scarf around your neck to ward off the crisp morning chill, his tail instinctively wrapped around your waist. You felt a shiver run down your spine, partly due to the sudden intimacy and partly because of the faint mark on your neck, a subtle reminder of the fox's attention the night before.
Jeongin's eyes narrowed, his ears drooping in a sulk as he watched you slip on your shoes. "Can't you just miss your morning class?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of disappointment.
You flashed him a reassuring smile, knowing you couldn't afford to skip classes, unlike Jeongin. "No, I have a packed schedule this week," you explained, lightly pecking his cheek before making a swift exit. As you shut the door behind you, you caught Jeongin's low growl, a sound that sent a thrill through your veins.
With a deep breath, you made your way to college, hoping to avoid running into any of the guys. As you walked into your first class, you felt a temporary reprieve from the drama that had unfolded over the weekend.
Later that morning, you headed to the library to gather some materials for an assignment. Unbeknownst to you, three male hybrids – Felix, Han, and Hyunjin – trailed behind, their eyes fixed on you from a distance.
As you turned a corner, you collided with someone, letting out a startled yelp. Your eyes widened in alarm as you took in the sight of Han, his face etched with concern, flanked by Felix and Hyunjin. The sudden jolt sent your ears drooping in embarrassment.
"Ynnie! Where have you been?" Han demanded, his voice tinged with sadness. But before you could respond, Hyunjin and Han's faces contorted in confusion as they caught the scent of a male on you. Hyunjin's eyes went wide, and he let out a thunderous gasp.
"Jeongin!" he exclaimed, the pieces falling into place. You glanced up at Han, whose expression had darkened into betrayal, and your ears drooped further in shame.
Han's eyes sparkled with curiosity as he asked, "Y/nnie, why didn't you tell us you were going to be at Jeongin's all weekend?" His face scrunched up adorably, making him look like a mischievous kid trying to solve a puzzle. As he studied your reaction, his gaze intensified, and he couldn't help but notice the deep red flush spreading across your cheeks.
Suddenly, Hyunjin's presence beside Han seemed to amplify the tension, making you feel like you were under a microscope. Han's eyes locked onto yours, his eyebrows quirking upwards in anticipation. "Soo, how was it?" he probed, his ears perked up like a rabbit's, as if he was about to devour every juicy detail you were willing to share about your weekend escapades with Jeongin.
The bell's sudden ring pierced the air, signaling the end of the library session, and you felt a rush of relief wash over you. As you began to pack up your belongings, Han and Hyunjin's faces fell, their curiosity about your weekend getaway with Jeongin left unfulfilled. They reluctantly stood up, their eyes fixed on you with a hint of disappointment, and started heading towards the exit. That's when Felix caught your attention, sending you a sly wink that seemed to say, "I know your secret, and it's safe with me." His lips curled up into a knowing smile as he turned to leave the library with you, his pace casual, but his gesture speaking volumes about the unspoken bond between you two. Before falling into step beside you, and together you made your way out of the library, leaving Han and Hyunjin to wonder what they had missed. The sound of their disappointed sighs and murmurs followed you out into the bustling hallway, where the smell of freshly waxed floors and the chatter of students filled the air.
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Fallen Flower Chapter 13
Part 1
Pairing: Jeongin x reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None.
{Word Count: 597}
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As the day drew to a close, you made a conscious effort to steer clear of Han and Hyunjin, but fate had other plans. Just as you spotted them engaged in a conversation with Jeongin near the college entrance, your heart skipped a beat.
You instinctively slumped your shoulders, fixing your gaze on the ground, hoping to slip by unnoticed. However, your attempt at anonymity was short-lived, as Jeongin's playful idea took an unexpected turn. The delicate plume of his foxtail, adorned with soft, silky strands, ensnared your waist with unexpected force, bringing you to an abrupt halt, as if an invisible hand had yanked you back from the edge of a precipice. The sudden stop was jarring, like a rude awakening from a dream, leaving you breathless and disoriented, with the tail's softness a stark contrast to the harsh reality of being restrained.
The sudden movement caught the attention of Han and Hyunjin, and Jeongin's mischievous grin only added fuel to the fire. Han's expression transformed from curiosity to confusion, his eyes narrowing slightly as he tried to make sense of the scene unfolding before him. You felt your face flush a soft shade of pink, a dead giveaway of your embarrassment.
Han's gaze lingered on you, his eyes darting back and forth as the pieces clicked into place. His jaw dropped in surprise, and he looked like he was about to utter something, but the words got stuck in his throat. Moments later, Hyunjin followed suit, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he shot Jeongin a playful glance.
"We need to head to the assembly now; catch you guys later," Hyunjin announced, gesturing to Han as they both took their leave. Before they walked away, Hyunjin leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper, "We'll discuss this later with Felix and Changbin."
After stowing your belongings in Jeongin's car, the two of you made your way to the gym, where the assembly was being held. As you stepped through the gym doors, you quickly pinpointed Han and the rest of the group. You and Jeongin swiftly took your seats, surrounded by the others – Chan to your left, Jeongin to your right, Changbin behind you, and the rest of the guys forming a circle around you.
When the assembly started, the principal stated that their will be a different college coming to visit for a few weeks. After the principal's speech, the students from the visiting college filed in, their presence sending a shiver down your spine. Your ears and tail stood on end, a visceral reaction to the familiar faces that had haunted his past. Two students in particular caught your attention: the ones who had tormented you during your time at that very college. Their smirks and snickers still echoed in your mind, and the memories of their relentless bullying made your heart race with anxiety. The air seemed to vibrate with tension as your eyes locked onto your former tormentors, your mind racing with the questions: What are they doing here? And why did they have to come now, of all times?
When Jeongin's piercing gaze fell upon you, his entire demeanor transformed, as if a sudden jolt of electricity had run through his body. Every hair on his ears and tail stood upright, quivering with tension, like the fine hairs on the back of a threatened cat. The air seemed to vibrate with an unspoken warning, as if he was poised to unleash a fierce growl or swift lunge at any moment if someone hostile or he didn't know came towards you.
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Fallen Flower Chapter 13
Part 2
Pairing: Jeongin x Reader
Genre: angst, fluff
Warning: a little bit of angst
{Word Count: 702}
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After hastily exiting the gymnasium with Jeongin hot on your tail, you swiftly found an empty class before the tears that welled up in your eyes streamed down your face like a river dam had broken free. You leaned back against the desk at the front of the class as broken tears came from your trembling form. Sniffling as you wiped the tears off your face while you tried to calm down, you heard the door open and close before hearing footsteps heading toward you and two pairs of shoes came into view.
Letting out another quiet sniffle as your ears trembled, you looked up to see Jeongin looking down at you. Jeongin looked concerned as he pulled you into a hug, enveloping you with warmth like on a warm summer day.
"It's okay; let it all out," he murmured into your hair, rubbing soothing circles on your back. His silky fox tail wrapped around your waist, offering solace.
As you snuggled deeper into his chest, a tiny hiccup escaped your lips, a sound that was both endearing and vulnerable. Jeongin's arms wrapped tighter around you, his promise to shield you from the tormentors who had made your life miserable unspoken but palpable. He remembered the way they sneered at you as soon as they had entered the gym, and his jaw clenched in determination. In that moment, he vowed to be your sanctuary, your safe haven, the one place where you could escape the cruelty of the world.
Your muffled cries slowly faded into an eerie silence, as if the sound had been swallowed by the darkness. Within a few brief moments, you attempted to pull away, desperate to break free from the suffocating grip. But Jeongin's arms refused to relinquish their hold, instead, they tightened, pulling you even closer, defying the laws of proximity. As you felt his warm breath on your skin, he nuzzled his face deeper into your hair, his gentle motion a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside you.
After leaving the main building of the college, you stayed close to Jeongin as you both headed towards his car. Once you got to his car, Jeongin held the door open before shutting it when you got inside, before he got into the driver's seat. Getting into the safety of Jeongin's car, you breathed in his scent before buckling your seatbelt. After Jeongin pulled out of the college parking lot, you watched out the window at the different scenery of buildings and lights while Jeongin drove down the road towards your apartment. Once Jeongin parked outside of your apartment, he got out before opening the door for you. Heading up the stairs to your apartment, you unlocked the door.
You let Jeongin in before you locked the door and took off your coat, hanging it on your coat rack by your door. "I'm going to take a shower," you mumbled with your ears drooped down; you made your way towards your bedroom, grabbing some fuzzy shorts and an oversized sweater from your dresser. Turning the shower on, you got it to the right temperature before stripping off your clothes, letting each piece hit the floor. While you started taking your shower, Jeongin started on making you some Oi Muchim. After getting the ingredients from the fridge, he chopped them up before putting them in a bowl and adding the seasonings.
After placing both bowls of Oi Muchim onto the coffee table in the living room, Jeongin's ears twitched when he heard your footsteps coming into the living room. His fox tail swayed sheepishly behind him when you looked and noticed the food on the coffee table, you tilted your head and looked at him puzzled.
"Oi Muchim, I thought you might be hungry," Jeongin stated as he held out a pair of chopsticks to you; you let a little smile grace your lips before you gently took the chopsticks out of Jeongin's hand and let a quiet "Thank you" escape your lips before you sat beside him on the couch. As you got comfortable next to Jeongin, he put on a Lovely Runner while his tail wrapped securely around your waist before you both started eating.
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Fallen Flower Chapter 14
Part 1
Pairing: Jeongin x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None
{Word Count: 394}
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A few days passed since the announcement was made in the crowded gymnasium, and you were finally starting to shake off the uneasy feeling that had settled in. Having Jeongin and the rest of the guys by your side helped to calm your nerves.
You snuck on your shoes, trying not to make a sound, and leaned in to give Jeongin a gentle peck on the cheek. He was fast asleep on the couch, his fennec foxtail swishing lazily against the couch cushion, its big round eyes closed in a peaceful slumber. You smiled to yourself, feeling a warmth in your chest, before quietly slipping out the front door and shutting it behind you.
Once you left Jeongin's cozy apartment, you made your way towards the corner Cafe that you, Felix, and Han would often frequent during your free time. The cafe was a welcoming spot, filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the soft hum of lively chatter. You pushed open the door, and the bell above it rang out, signaling your arrival. As you entered, the warm light enveloped you, and you felt a sense of comfort wash over you, like slipping into a familiar routine.
As you scanned the café, your eyes landed on Han and Felix, already settled into your usual spot by the window. But what caught your attention was Changbin sitting with them, an unexpected addition to the group. You took a deep breath, placed your order, and waited for your hot chocolate and Bungeoppang to be prepared. With your treats in hand, you navigated through the crowded café and slid into the empty chair beside Changbin. The moment you sat down, Felix's face broke into a bright, beaming smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he greeted you.
As you savored the last morsel of your bungeoppang, your gaze wandered to Han's neck, where a faint mark caught your attention. You cocked your head to the side, curiosity piqued, wondering what could have caused the bruise. Unaware that your thoughts were drifting away, you were lost in speculation, considering various possibilities - a fall, a bump, or perhaps something more serious. Meanwhile, Han's eyes met yours, and he sensed the reason behind your stare. His face flushed a deep shade of red, a sign of embarrassment or nervousness, as he turned to face you.
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Fallen Flower Chapter 14
Part 2
Pairing: Jeongin x reader
Genre: Fluff
Warning: None
{Word Count: 320}
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After leaving your last class of the day, you took a little stroll through the courtyard. While you walked from afar, you noticed Han and Minho together; just as you were going to call out to them, you saw a girl kiss both of their cheeks.
Your eyes widen and your mouth is left jarred in shock. You let out a startled yelp when you miss a step, plummeting to the ground; you land behind a bush. You quickly peek through the leaves to see if they noticed you; thankfully, they didn't.
After pondering whether you should call Han, you called him from your spot behind the bush. Han took his phone out of his pocket to quickly decline the call, not even looking at the screen as he kept talking to Minho and the girl that you don't know.
When your phone makes a disconnect sound, notifying you that he declined the call. You saw them with your mouth jarred in shock. Your bunny ears stood up in belwildermemt when the girl hooked her arm with Han and Minho going in the completely opposite direction of the Sigma Kappa Zeta fraternity house.
You stay in your spot frozen in shock, as they get further into the distance before you can't see them anymore. A few moments afterward you started heading to the spot where you, Han, and Felix agreed to meet up for movie night.
While you walked, you tried to consider where you had seen that girl before, but your mind kept going blank. After walking for a few minutes, you finally got to your meeting spot; you breathed a sigh of relief when you saw Felix’s blonde hair.
You spotted Felix waiting for you, his blonde hair easy to spot. He gave you a casual smile, but your eyes kept scanning the area for Han. Your mind was preoccupied with the mysterious girl and Han's sudden dismissal.
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Fallen Flower Chapter 15
Pairing: Jeongin x reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None
{Word Count: 587}
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After movie night with Felix, you went back to your apartment instead of going to Jeongin's and spending the night there. Once you got to your apartment, you went ahead and did your nightly routine. As you got into bed, you tried to think of a reason why Han declined your call without checking it.
Hearing your phone ping a couple of times, you opened it up to see text messages from Han(sunshine twin #2)✨
{10:05 pm} Han(sunshine twin #2)✨: Y/nie! I didn't know it was you who was calling me.
{10:05} Han(sunshine twin #2)✨: I thought you were Chan Hyung 😭 because he said he was going to call me earlier.
After pondering what to text. You typed out:
{10:08} Y/n: That still doesn't explain why you didn't come to the movie night with me and Felix.
{10:08} Han: Oh… I forgot to text you to let you know I was going to be staying the night at Minho Hyung's place tonight. Tomorrow morning we can meet up for coffee to make up for me not being there for movie night, y/nie plz 🙏
{10:09} Y/n: Fine… We can meet at our usual coffee spot.
{10:09} Han: 👍
You chuckled when you saw the thumbs up from Han, but that still didn't ease your thoughts on trying to figure out who that girl was with Han and Minho as sleep overcame you.
You groaned, annoyed, as the blinding light from the morning sun shone through the curtains. Turning onto your side, you checked the clock on your bedside table.
Getting out of bed, you stumbled towards the bathroom, the morning sunlight peeking through the window and casting a warm glow on the tile floor. As you turned the faucet, the sound of running water filled the air, and you felt a sense of relief wash over you. Stepping under the warm showerhead, the water cascaded down your back, dissolving the residue of last night's stress and fatigue. It was as if a weight had been literally lifted off your shoulders, the warmth seeping into your pores and soothing your tired muscles. As you stood there, the water drumming against your skin, you felt your eyelids growing heavier, your breathing slowing, and your mind clearing. The warmth seemed to melt away the heavy fog of sleep, leaving you feeling refreshed and rejuvenated.
Your mind started to wander back to the girl with Han and Minho. You wondered who she was and what her relationship was with them. After your shower, you got dressed and headed downstairs to grab a quick breakfast before meeting Han. As you ate, you couldn't help but think about the previous night again. The girl's face kept popping up in your mind. You pushed the thoughts aside and focused on your upcoming meeting with Han.
Arriving at the coffee shop, you ordered your usual and sat at the table near the window where you, Felix, and Han normally sit. A few moments later, you received a text from Han.
{8:05} Han(sunshine twin #2)✨: Hey y/nie, I'm going to be a little late.
About twenty minutes later, Han enters the coffee shop; after he gets his order, he sits down in front of you. While Han is looking out the window, fidgeting with his fingers, you take notice of his messy hair; your eyes travel a little further, catching sight of his hickey-covered neck that is poorly covered by his hoodie.
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Fallen Flower Chapter 16
Pairing: Jeongin
Genre: Fluff
Warning: None
{Word Count: 730}
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You waited for Han to speak as he anxiously fidgeted with his fingers.
After taking a few deep breaths, Han finally spoke;
“I.. didn't come for movie night yesterday because I was spending time with someone,” he mumbled before looking at you.
“So you weren't at Minho’s last night?” You asked puzzled, before Han quickly answered back.
“I was at Minho Hyung’s but me, and Minho spent time with someone there.”
“Was it the girl I saw you and Minho with yesterday after classes in the courtyard?”
Before you can register what came out of your mouth, the words just came out. Han choked some on his drink as a pink tinted shade covered his cheeks.
“Yes.. But when did you see me and Minho yesterday in the courtyard?” Han asked, his quokka ears drooped down puzzled.
“When I was leaving my last class of the day, and going to our meeting spot for movie night but I didn't see her face,” You spoke as you sipped your drink.
“Her name is Iseul Jang-mi, she's a cat hybrid,” Han stated as you both get a notification that your classes started in a hour.
You finished the last bit of your drink before giving Han a hug.
“See you later after lunch?,” you asked while Han nodded.
Before you both left the coffee shop, you gave Han your spare scarf kept in your bag, for instances like this.
“To cover your neck, so you don't get questioned by the guys and it's going to be a little bit chilly in the afternoon,” you mumble while your cheeks turn a pink tint when Han sends you a look.
Han wrapped the scarf around his neck while y'all both walked out of the coffee shop and bustling street and started your journey back to your college.
While the professor stepped out for a moment, the students started talking while you started reading. After a while, you could feel someone’s eyes on making your bunny ears and scut twitch nervously.
After releasing a few deep breaths, you finally got the courage to look behind you to see a female cat hybrid looking at you with narrowed eyes almost like she is trying to read you.
Your ears drooped down quickly as you turned back around. You got back into reading your book after a bit, you tensed up when you felt someone sit beside you.
“You smell a little like my mate but there's a strong more potent scent almost masking it” the girl stated as she looked at you. You looked puzzled before you quickly turned to her.
“Your Iseul Jang-mi?,” you look up at her, your eyes lit up with excitement.
She gave a strange look before you quickly explained.
“Han told me your name this morning when we met up at the coffee shop we normally go to.”
A look of realization crossed her before she spoke.
“Your the one Han calls Y/nie,”
Your face turned a deep red shade as you chuckled nervously, as the professor stepped back into class and started teaching again.
Once class ended, you started packing your things into your bag before your phone dinged.
Han(Sunshine twin#2✨)
{12:05} Han: Wanna meet up where the picnic tables are near the big cherry blossom tree for lunch?
{12:06} Y/n: Sure, I’ll text Jeongin to meet us there, also I'm going to bring someone with me.
{12:07} Han: I already texted Jeongin to meet us there along with Minho Hyung.
{12:08} Y/n: See you there Han!
{12:08} Han: okay y/nie.
You looked up from your phone as you put your bag’s strap over your shoulder and looked at Iseul.
“Wanna come eat lunch with me?” You asked timidly, fiddling nervously with your bag’s strap.
Iseul smiled softly and nodded, “Sure” she said while grabbing her bag and following you out of the class.
Walking alongside each other, Iseul said “I'm guessing the scent that almost makes Han’s scent is your mate's scent?”
Your cheeks turn pink as you blush before meekly nodding, “Yeah, His name is Jeongin,” you smiled brightly when you said Jeongin’s name.
While you walked a little further than Iseul, Iseul could see why Han and Minho liked you. She smiled when she noticed you stopped and waited for her to catch up with you.
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Fallen Flower Chapter 17
Part 1
Pairing: Jeongin x reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None
{Word Count: 338}
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As you and Iseul got closer to the picnic table, you smiled when you saw Jeongin already seated across from Han and Minho with his back turned towards you.
You sat beside Jeongin, while Iseul sat beside Han. Instinctively Jeongin’s fennec tail automatically wrapped around your waist. Han had a look of confusion on his face when he saw you and Iseul walking together to the picnic table.
You let out a small gasp, when you realized Han, Minho, and Jeongin would need to leave for the afternoon classes.
“Don't you guys have to leave soon to go to class?,” you asked, questioning the boys curiously while taking a bite out of your fruit salad.
Iseul chuckles softly at your question, while Han’s eyes widen in surprise.
“I completely forgot about that,” Han stated, his cheek flustering a light tinted pink color.
When Han, Minho, and Iseul aren't looking, Jeongin quickly pecks your cheek before acting like nothing happened while your cheeks flustered a deep red when they look back at you two.
A few moments later the boys leave to go to their afternoon class, leaving you and Iseul to finish eating y'all's lunch.
After a few minutes later Iseul's phone pings notifying her of a new message, glancing down at it, a smile blooms onto her face before she speaks, “Do you want to come with me to the gathering, for my school? We are going to be getting a tour.”
You looked up at her, with a shocked face before you pointed at yourself, “Me?” You asked confused.
“Yes, now come on”, she stated before putting her things in her bag and getting up, leaving you to quickly grab your things and followed after her.
Getting to the gymnasium where the gathering was being held, your ears quickly drooped down when you realized how many people were in here.
You stay close behind Iseul as she leads you to an empty spot; you notice a faint bite mark on her neck while you followed her.
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"I Would've Loved Her Right"
Broken! Jeongin x Dead! Reader(fem)
Part-1
Jeongin stood at the edge of his new apartment, surveying the scene before him. Cardboard boxes were piled high around him, like miniature mountains threatening to topple, each one marked with black ink scribbles indicating their contents. The scent of fresh paint clung to the walls, mingling with the cool, crisp autumn air that slipped through the cracked window, bringing with it a distant hum of city life. It wasn’t much to look at—just a modest one-bedroom unit tucked away in a quiet neighborhood, the kind where the nights were still and the mornings were slow. But it was his. It was a new beginning, a fresh canvas. After months of his life being nothing but fragmented pieces, scattered and disordered, this move felt like the first step toward stitching the chaos back together.
At twenty-one, he hadn’t imagined starting over would be part of his plan. And yet, here he was, standing in a space that was both foreign and strangely comforting.
The breakup had been hard. No—brutal. The kind of heartbreak that left you breathless, hollowed out, with sharp edges where soft feelings used to be. Her words still echoed in his mind, playing on a relentless loop: “You’re not enough, Jeongin. I need more. I need someone who knows what they want.”
He couldn’t shake the sting of it, the way those words had carved into him. But a part of him wondered if she really knew what she wanted. Or was it just easier to push him away with that excuse? Jeongin had loved her. Maybe not in the perfect, all-consuming way people talk about in songs or movies, but in his own quiet, steadfast way. He had loved her deeply, or at least he thought he had. But clearly, it hadn’t been enough.
The past year had been a blur of confusion and soul-searching, trying to pick up the pieces of his identity after she had left. He thought he’d come further by now. He thought moving to this new place would finally make him feel whole again. But now, standing in this empty apartment, the loneliness seemed to press in on him from all sides, an invisible weight that was hard to shake.
He ran a hand through his hair and let out a breath, the silence almost deafening. Maybe this apartment was a symbol of something more. Maybe it wasn’t just the walls that needed to be filled—it was him too.
“I’ll get used to it,” he muttered, running a hand through his unruly hair, the strands sticking up at odd angles. His voice bounced off the bare walls, filling the room for a moment before being swallowed by the empty space. Aside from the occasional groan of the old wooden floorboards beneath his feet, there was nothing but silence—a silence that almost felt alive, watching him, waiting for something.
The day had been long, the hours spent unpacking stretching endlessly. Every box he opened seemed to remind him just how much of his past he was carrying with him, both physically and emotionally.
Finally, Jeongin let himself collapse onto the old leather couch he’d painstakingly dragged up three flights of stairs. It groaned under his weight, the worn cushions sagging slightly, but it was the only piece of furniture that felt even remotely familiar.
The rest of the apartment had come furnished, a detail that had seemed convenient at first. But now, sitting among the mismatched, outdated pieces, it felt a little unsettling. The furniture was old, fraying at the edges, and the entire place seemed as if someone had lived here once and left in a hurry, abandoning more than just their belongings.
The eeriness of it gnawed at him, a faint unease settling in the pit of his stomach. There was a story here, lingering in the dust, in the creases of the worn upholstery. Who had lived here before him? And why had they left so abruptly? He wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answers to those questions.
Kicking his feet up onto the rickety coffee table in front of him, his eyes fell on something he hadn’t noticed before. A small drawer tucked underneath the table, its handle crooked, as if it had been pulled too many times. It caught his attention like a whisper in the dark, urging him to look closer. Curiosity piqued, he leaned forward and gave the handle a gentle tug. The drawer slid open with a creak, revealing something unexpected.
Inside, nestled in the dusty interior, was a small, leather-bound book.
"Huh..." he murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper, as he reached into the drawer and carefully lifted the small book from its dusty resting place. It was heavier than he had expected for such a compact object, the weight of it somehow amplifying the sense of mystery that surrounded it. He turned it over in his hands, the worn leather cover soft under his fingers, smoothed by time and use, as though it had been held and handled countless times before. Its deep brown surface was cracked in places, like the lines of an old map, hinting at a long history. The texture, though weathered, felt oddly comforting—like the embrace of something familiar despite being unknown.
There were no markings on the cover. No title, no name, no decorative embossing. Just the plain, unadorned leather, worn and faded, offering no clues as to its contents or origin. He ran his thumb along the spine, where the stitching had frayed just slightly, evidence that it had been opened and closed many times, its secrets shared and sealed again. The pages, however, were a different story. Though yellowed slightly with age, they seemed remarkably well-preserved, untouched by the passing of time that had left its mark on the cover. He could feel the smooth edges of the paper beneath his fingers as he fanned them lightly, a faint, musty scent escaping—a smell like old libraries, full of forgotten stories and hidden memories.
His heart skipped a beat. It looked like a journal, the kind people pour their thoughts into when no one else is listening. But something about it felt... different. More personal. Almost sacred, as though it held more than just mundane daily entries. It was as if this little book, so unassuming in appearance, contained pieces of someone’s life—fragments of their soul—trapped between its pages, waiting for someone to discover them.
For a moment, he froze, fingers hovering over the edge of the cover, unsure of whether or not to open it. A strange sense of reverence washed over him, making him hesitate. This wasn’t just some discarded item, left behind carelessly with the rest of the furniture. This was someone’s diary, someone’s private thoughts, written down with the intent of being hidden, or at least kept secret. Whoever had lived in this apartment before him had probably filled these pages with their most intimate feelings, things they hadn’t been able to say out loud, things they couldn’t confide in anyone else. Maybe even things they hadn’t admitted to themselves.
Was it wrong to read it?
The question buzzed in his mind, a moral dilemma he hadn’t anticipated. His first instinct was to close the drawer, to put the journal back where he’d found it and leave it untouched. It wasn’t his to read. These weren’t his memories, his experiences. It felt invasive, like he was crossing a line, stepping into a space that wasn’t his to occupy. He imagined someone reading his own thoughts, the vulnerable words he kept buried inside himself, and a knot formed in his stomach.
But then again, the person who had written this was long gone. Whoever they were, they had left the apartment, left this life behind, and hadn’t bothered to take the journal with them. Maybe they had forgotten it, or maybe they had meant to leave it. Maybe, in some strange way, it was meant to be found.
He couldn’t help but wonder about the previous tenant. Who were they? What had their life been like here, in this same space where he now stood? Had they been happy? Lonely? Had this apartment held the same weight of solitude for them that it did for him? Or had it been filled with warmth, with love, with laughter, before something changed? Jeongin felt an odd connection to this unknown person, someone he had never met and would likely never know. Their presence lingered here, in the worn furniture, in the faint smell of something sweet that still clung to the walls. And now, in this journal.
The more he thought about it, the more his curiosity grew. What kind of person leaves behind something so personal, something that surely held significance? Maybe it wasn’t just the apartment that carried a story—maybe this little book did too. And maybe, just maybe, it was a story he was supposed to uncover. After all, wasn’t that the whole point of starting over? To find meaning in the things that had been lost? To rebuild not just his own life, but to make sense of the world around him? Perhaps this journal, left behind in the empty shell of an apartment, held a piece of that meaning, waiting to be discovered.
Jeongin exhaled slowly, his decision made. He wasn’t sure if it was fate or just happenstance, but he couldn’t resist the pull of the unknown. The temptation was too strong, the mystery too compelling to ignore. After all, wasn’t this what he had wanted—a fresh start, a way to move forward? Maybe this journal, with all its secrets, could offer him some kind of clarity, or at least a distraction from the thoughts that had been circling in his own mind for too long.
He swallowed the lingering hesitation, his fingers tightening around the edges of the book. Slowly, carefully, as if he were unwrapping a delicate gift, he opened the cover.
He flipped open the first page, and his eyes skimmed over the neat handwriting.
“There are some things I’ll never say aloud, some truths that stay buried because they’re too heavy to carry. I’m tired of pretending to be whole when I’m rotting inside...”
Jeongin blinked, his breath catching in his throat. It was just ink on a page, but the weight behind it felt like a punch to the chest. This wasn’t the casual doodling of someone passing time. No, this was a confession, the kind you only make to yourself when the world has turned away and left you alone with your thoughts.
He found himself reading the sentence again, letting the words settle in his mind. I’m tired of pretending to be whole... That line stuck with him. It wasn’t dramatic or over-the-top, but it cut deep, the honesty of it almost too sharp. Whoever wrote this—whoever lived here before him—had been carrying something heavy, something they couldn’t share with anyone. It was a loneliness he recognized too well.
For a second, he thought about closing the book, about putting it back where he found it and walking away from the private pain hidden in its pages.
But instead, his fingers tightened around the leather cover.
He knew he wasn’t done reading. Not yet.
He flipped the pages, as if to get an overview of the whole thing, and his eyes landed upon this sentence:
“I loved him, but love isn’t enough. Not when you’re broken. Not when every ‘I love you’ feels like a lie because you don’t love yourself.”
He cried. It was too relatable, it was too painful, he set it aside and looked at it as if it slapped him in the face.
It felt like the book looked back at him, with an intense gaze, a gaze that was too painful, begging to ease the burden it has to bear, with the painful words written on it.
He carried that book with him wherever he went now, as if it had become a part of him. It wasn’t just a book anymore; it was a place he could retreat to, a source of unexpected answers hidden within the questions scribbled across the pages. The questions she wrote were sometimes the very ones he found himself asking, though he never quite put them into words. And when he read those questions, it felt like, in some strange way, he received answers too, as if the act of reading her thoughts gave clarity to his own.
The book had become his constant companion, the one thing he couldn’t leave behind, no matter where he went. It wasn’t just a collection of someone else’s thoughts anymore; it was a lifeline, a whisper of understanding in a world that often felt indifferent. Each page was like opening a door to another world, another mind, another soul. There, tucked between the messy handwriting and tear-stained pages, was a person—someone raw and real, someone who hurt, laughed, and raged, just like him.
The questions she wrote haunted him. They weren’t just idle musings, they were the kind of questions that circled in his own mind late at night when sleep wouldn’t come.
"I'm in the kitchen now. Everyone's asleep. I'm hungry, but I don’t want to eat anything from the fridge. I don’t even know what I want anymore. Do I want to eat? Do I want to sleep? Do I want to wake up tomorrow?"
It wasn’t just hunger she was talking about. He could feel it in the words—the deeper, unspoken craving for something more, something that would fill the emptiness gnawing at her. He recognized it because he’d felt it too. That nameless ache that made you feel like you were missing something essential, something that everyone else seemed to have.
"My mother wants me to become a lawyer. She thinks it’s a respectable job. But how do you explain to someone that you can’t even imagine living long enough to pick a career?"
That line had hit him hard the first time he read it, and it hit him again every time he went back to it. He didn’t know how to explain that kind of heaviness either—the weight of expectations that pressed down until you couldn’t breathe, until the future felt like a foreign concept, like something that didn’t belong to you.
"Why is the hair on my legs so much healthier than the hair on my head? Maybe even my body knows it’s a waste of time to take care of the parts that matter."
Her humor was sharp, biting in a way that made him smile despite himself. But underneath it all, there was always that thread of pain, of uncertainty, as if she didn’t even believe in her own jokes.
"These relatives... she told me I was too young to be having back pains. Well, alright, you rotten chicken fungus of an aunt, you're too old to be alive, but here we are, aren’t we?"
Jeongin had laughed out loud the first time he read that. It was such a strange, unexpected combination of words. She was angry, frustrated, but instead of letting it consume her, she twisted it into something absurd. It was her way of fighting back against a world that didn’t make sense. And maybe that’s why he felt such a strong connection to her.
She was like him, trying to make sense of things that couldn’t be understood.
But then there were the moments when her humor cracked, when the weight of everything she was carrying bled through the pages.
"Even the shrimp in my soup looked at me like it was disgusted to be eaten by someone as useless as me. Maybe that’s why I threw up when I got home. Maybe my body is rejecting me, just like everything else does."
Those lines made his chest ache. He didn’t know her, but he could feel her pain as if it were his own. And in some ways, it was. They were strangers, but their experiences overlapped in ways that were impossible to ignore. She wrote about her feelings of worthlessness, her moments of self-doubt, and it mirrored so much of what he had felt in his own life.
"I bled too much this month. I honestly got scared, thought I might die. And for a second, I hoped I would. Isn’t that pathetic?"
Sometimes, he felt like he was trespassing on something sacred, like he had stumbled into the most private parts of someone’s soul and wasn’t supposed to be there. But he couldn’t stop. The more he read, the more he understood her, and the more he understood himself.
She had written about love too, though it was clear that love had never been kind to her.
"I think the worst part of being in love is realizing that you’re not worth being loved back. I waited for him to notice me, but I was invisible. I gave everything, but it was never enough. I’ll never be enough. Maybe no one will ever love me."
"I think about him all the time. What he’s doing, where he is, why he hasn’t called. And when he finally does, it’s like I’m waiting for scraps of his attention, begging for something that never comes. I hate myself for it. I hate myself for loving him."
"He’s always busy, always tired, always has an excuse. But when he needs something, I’m the first person he calls. And I always go. I always show up. I can’t say no, even when I know I should. I think I’m scared he’ll leave for good if I stop trying. But why do I care? Why do I care about someone who doesn’t care about me?"
"I told him I needed more. That I was tired of feeling like an afterthought, like I was always chasing him. He laughed. Laughed. Like I was being ridiculous, like I was overreacting. He said I was being clingy, that I was too emotional. He made me feel like I was asking for too much, even though I knew I wasn’t. All I wanted was for him to care about me the way I cared about him."
"I look in the mirror and I don’t even recognize myself anymore. I’ve become this person who waits around for someone who doesn’t care if I’m there or not. I feel so small, like I’ve disappeared into the shadows of his life, and he doesn’t even notice. I’m losing myself, and I don’t know how to get me back."
"He never even said he loved me. Not once. And I think that’s what hurts the most—that I gave him everything, and he couldn’t even give me those three words."
Those words stayed with him long after he closed the book, hanging in the air like a ghost he couldn’t shake off.
He traced his fingers over the blotchy ink, smudged from what he could only assume was a tear that had fallen while she wrote. It was old now, the paper yellowing around the edges, but the pain still felt fresh. His own tears fell onto the page, mingling with the remnants of hers, creating new blotches, new marks of shared sorrow.
It reminded him of his own heartbreak, the nights he had spent lying awake, wondering what he had done wrong, why he hadn’t been enough. At least he had experienced it, love, even if it had been fleeting and unreciprocated. He had felt it, even when it was small, even when it had hurt. She, on the other hand, seemed like she had never even had the chance. She had never known what it felt like to be truly loved, to be held, to be seen. And that, more than anything, broke his heart.
And sometimes, in those quiet moments when the world felt still and all he had were her words, Jeongin couldn’t help but think:
If I had met her, I would’ve loved her. I would’ve loved her the way she deserved to be loved. I would’ve held her, told her she wasn’t invisible. I would’ve loved her right.
It was a strange thought, irrational even, to love someone he had never met, someone whose face he couldn’t even picture. But it wasn’t about that. It was about the way she made him feel, the way her words spoke to the deepest parts of him. They were both broken in their own ways, both wandering through life with pieces missing. But together, even if only through the fragile connection of ink on paper, they were whole. At least, that’s what he told himself.
In one of her final entries, she had written something that had stayed with him longer than anything else:
“I wonder if anyone would notice if I disappeared. If I just...faded away. Maybe it’s better this way. No one gets hurt when you’re invisible.”
He had gone to the kitchen that night, seeking out the spot she had described. It was cramped, barely enough room to stand, let alone sit and write. He had pushed the table aside, just a little, and squeezed himself into the space. It was uncomfortable, awkward, nothing like the peaceful image her words had painted. Yet, as he stood there, the cool air brushing against his skin, he understood why she had chosen that spot. It was a place where she could be alone, but still feel connected. A place where she could write her pain into the world and, in doing so, release it, even if only for a moment.
He stood there for a long time, just reading her words, feeling the weight of them settle into his bones. And for the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel so alone.
In that moment, he felt closer to her than ever, connected by this strange, unspoken bond through the pages of her diary.
Months passed, and Jeongin had read the diary so many times, he could recite some of the entries from memory, it was like some kind of faith, like some kind of devotion.
Everytime he reads it, he finds something new.
It was only after the 6th read he was able to figure out that her handwriting was actually bad, she wanted to maintain her diary well.
Only after the third read he found out that she had siblings, and she was the eldest.
Yet, no matter how many times he read it, the ending always left him haunted. The last page she had written on was almost too painful to bear.
“I wonder if anyone would notice if I disappeared. If I just...faded away. Maybe it’s better this way. No one gets hurt when you’re invisible.”
After that, the pages were blank.
She had stopped writing, and no matter how many times Jeongin flipped through the journal, hoping for just one more entry, there was nothing. No final thoughts, no explanation, not even a hint of what might have happened to her. The silence in those empty pages gnawed at him, as if the story had been abruptly cut off, leaving him suspended in a web of unanswered questions. Each time he opened the journal, his fingers traced the edges of the worn paper, yearning for some kind of closure, but it never came.
It had been a long time since Jeongin had written anything of his own. In his younger days, he had filled countless journals with his thoughts, feelings, and the trivial moments of everyday life. But somewhere along the way, as the years passed, life became too overwhelming—too fast, too chaotic, too painful. The words that once flowed easily from his pen had dried up, like a river dammed by the weight of reality. Yet now, as he stared at the blank pages in front of him, something deep inside began to stir. It was a faint, almost forgotten feeling—a quiet urge to express, to release. The silence of her journal, the unanswered questions, seemed to call out to him, beckoning him to fill the empty space with his own words once again.
He grabbed a pen and began to write.
The journal had become a lifeline for Jeongin. Every day, he’d write. Sometimes it was a response to something she had written, just beside or above and near the empty spaces of the page, with a different colored ink—other times, it was just his own thoughts, the things he couldn’t say to anyone else. The pages that had once been hers were slowly becoming his too.
The breakup didn’t hurt as much anymore. The scars were still there, of course, but they had faded. He had begun to move on, even if the world felt a little lonelier without her words to guide him.
But he couldn’t stop thinking about her. About what might have happened to her after she stopped writing. The thought gnawed at him, and after a year had passed, after his graduation and the start of his new job, Jeongin made a decision.
He was going to find her.
Jeongin spent weeks searching for her, digging through old records, asking neighbors and looking for any clue as to what had happened to the woman behind the journal. It was difficult, especially since the diary hadn’t given any specific details about her life—no name, no address, no family.
But he couldn’t shake the feeling that he owed it to her. She had shared so much of herself with him, even though she hadn’t known him. The least he could do was find out who she was.
Eventually, after much frustration and countless dead ends, Jeongin found his answer.
She was dead.
The news hit him like a punch to the gut. He sat in the small, local library where he had been doing his research, staring at the old obituary. There was no photo, just a brief mention of her passing, no cause of death listed. It was as if she had simply vanished from the world, just as she had written about.
Jeongin felt tears burn at the back of his eyes. All this time, he had been reading her words, connecting with her, hoping that maybe she had found peace. But she hadn’t.
She was gone.
The funeral had long passed, but Jeongin found the grave—a small, unmarked stone in a quiet corner of the cemetery. It was so unassuming, almost like no one had cared enough to give her a proper place of rest, as if she were some kind of dead fish, no, a fish would've had a better funeral.
“I would have loved you,” he whispered, kneeling by the gravestone. His fingers traced the cold marble, his heart heavy with all the words he wished he could say to her. “I would have loved you right.”
The wind blew softly, as if the universe itself was listening, but no answer came.
Jeongin stayed there for a long time, just sitting with her, feeling the weight of her absence. When he finally stood, he pulled the journal from his bag, the pages now worn from his constant reading. He had one last thing to ask.