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teach me, please - w. junhui
»roommate!¡Wen Junhui x fem¡!reader.
»Summary: While trying to masturbate your roommate tries to give you a hand.
»Tags: smut (MDNI), oral (f. receiving), cunnilingus, pet names, fingering, squirting, hair pulling, no plot just porn, guided masturbation, roommates to lovers(idk)
»Words: 2.9k
Note: Any typo or incoherence that you might find was completely intentional, it’s for the sake of learning about my mistakes.
You have always thought of yourself as a reserved person, and you thought of it as something good, but right now, when you are with your legs wide open in front of your roommate, you wish you had been more open to ask your girlfriend how to finger yourself, but you lived five hours far from each other and ask her to go for a coffee just so you can interrogate her about something so private as masturbating, was out of the question.
As embarrassing as it was, in your twenty-three years of life you've never masturbated, you like to think that it's because when you were young your best friend at the time say that when she tried, it didn't feel good, and that she just ended up with her fingers covered in blood, and obviously as a fourteen-year-old, that scared the shit out of you, blood? You didn't want to bleed from there for anything other than your period.
But now you know that probably she just tore her hymen, and that's why she bled at the time. So why didn't you try to get off?, Well, you didn't know how to do it, and to ask anyone how to do it was imposible, it's not like you could come to someone, and say "hey, I don't know how to masturbate, can you teach me?".
But now you want to know how is that you ended up with Jun sitting in the armchair in front of you while you tried to masturbate.
———————————————————————— Your level of stress has been building up throughout the day, leaving your essay that was due by tomorrow for last was the worst decision you have had in years, your muscles were stiff, and your back was killing you, sitting 8 hours straight was a method of torture you were not expecting to go through. Your head was pounding but you were scared to take another pill since you took one less than two hours ago.
When you finally finished the essay and stretched your back it cracked so deliciously that a quiet and satisfied moan left your lips, but you still had an awful headache, you thought about what could help you relive the pain and you remembered something your friend told you "When my head hurts I usually masturbate, swallow the pills it's too scary", the thought of it was scandalous for you, you even hit her in the arm, and she laughed at your chicks that were bright red.
After several minutes of thinking, you gave up and decided that masturbating was the answer to all of your problems.
You didn't even bother to close the door since Jun told you that he would be late. Your shorts and panties were long forgotten on the floor of your room, your fingers trying to make you feel good in some way by getting in and out of your poor cunt, it felt weird, uncomfy and the fact that you had to spit in your hand every now and then to use it as lube exasperated you, it wasn't like what your friend told you that happened when his boyfriend finger fucked her.
Your fingers were just jamming inside of you, and frustrated by it you were about to give up when the sound of your door closing sent shivers down your body.
"Hello, Mister DJ Downstairs" the raspy yet velvety voice scared you, You weren't sure if it was a product of your imagination, but still your hand stopped working as if it was doing anything at all, and your head snapped to your bedroom door.
"J-jun, what are you doing here? You said you were coming home late" Your hand looked for something to cover up but your pillows were on the other side of the bed too far to reach them without flashing your roommate even more.
"Baby, it is fucking late already, it's like three in the morning" Jun say in a chuckle while getting closer to you.
Your legs were close shut and your arms between your thighs, you were just thankful that you didn't take off your -his- black shirt.
"By the way what are you even doing, you lost something down there?" the comment made you giggle but at the same time offended you, you were trying your best and all, just for him to make fun of you?.
"Isn't it obvious? I'm tryna masturbate here, now get the hell out" Your tone was upset, and by all means, you wished he didn't notice the hope in your voice.
"Well, darling, you look like you're trying to get something from inside there, Why are you being so harsh with your poor kitty?" He was being serious about the fact that you completely sucked at whatever you were doing and that -even though it was the truth- hurt your ego, and when you feel attacked you tend to blast out the first thing that goes through your mind.
"Jesus, Wen Junhui, if you are such an expert, why don't you help me then?" Just as the words left your mouth, you didn't even have time to think about what you just said, when he answered.
"My pleasure, but first let me help you there, you need to know how to make yourself feel good" He got his phone from his back pocket and started to type something quickly.
His face went from his phone to you, and the soft smile he gave you, warmed your heart even in the given situation.
"I'll guide you," He said, putting one hand on your knee. The tact felt so hot you thought it would burn your skin.
"Ah?" His hand left a tingling sensation on your flesh making your tummy feel weird. You saw him sit in the armchair that was located just in front of you and felt small, his long legs were wide open and his elbows were over his knees, with phone in hand.
Your arms were still in between your thighs but this time they were looking for some kind of relief.
"Have you ever had sex?" he asked while scrolling through his phone again, interested in whatever he was reading " I'm sure you haven't, tho" he whispered so low that you were very sure he was saying that to himself.
"Jun, what the actu-"You couldn't even finish talking when he interrupted you to ask again "Have you ever had sex or not?" Behind his blank tone, you could sense he was starting to get annoyed and that sent a "funny" feeling to your cunt.
"No" You were not so close to him, but you still could see the flickering flame of lewdness that started in his eyes, and you didn't say a word about it.
"Perfect" he whispered to himself, locking his eyes in the place your hands were so desperate to hide from him.
"So what?" you were impatient and that was revealed through your tone making you feel embarrassed.
"I need you to do as I say, don't do more nor less than what I'm asking you" his voice sounded guttural, a small hint of desire making you whimper softly.
You nodded, waiting for him to start guiding you as soon as possible. "I need words, doll, say it, loud and clear." There was something about how he said that, and the way his eyes darkened while watching you open your legs again, that made you have shivers running down your spine.
"Yes, I'll do whatever you tell me to do, Teach me, please" your legs were wide open for him, you saw him but his lower lip while his eyes were locked in your cunt.
"Okey, baby, first relax, take a deep breath and lay down" his voice was soft, it was like every word slipped into your ears like honey, your nipples starting to harden.
You laid down, with your knees flexed, hands gripping your shirt tightly at the feeling of the cool air of the room brush in your cunt, you heard him move in the armchair, maybe fixing his posture, but that made you wish that he got up and touched you.
"I need you to know your body, touch your tits, fondle them, grope them, stroke your nipples, get yourself worked up before you start down in your pussy" you did as he said, you hands went under your shirt and you started to caress softly your breasts, outlining them, gently touching, massaging your nipples carefully with the palm of your hand, pinching them making your body quaver.
"That's it, sweetie, just like that '' his honeyed voice praised and you shuddered in your place, "You're doing so good, just as I say" a subtle whine escaped your lips making the man in front of you groan.
"Lift your shirt, let me see you completely" the tone was demanding, making your toes curl, your cunt pulsating desperately.
The shirt was over your breasts, the cold air making the sensitive buds perkier, the tips of your fingers drew delicate lines over your torso, on your ribs getting closer and closer to your waist.
The heavy gaze of Jun encourages you to continue "Cup your cunt and look how wet you are now, feel how drench your pussy is" hesitantly you hand touched over your cunt, fingers pressed lightly to your entrance, palm over your hard clit.
The feeling of the sticky wetness made you look over to your friend that was watching you with a crooked smile while gripping tightly the armrest making his knuckles look extremely white, eyes glowing in lust at your sopping core.
"Press your middle finger into your entrance, but don't go inside just yet" your finger pressed lightly, your hips trembling looking for something that could relieve the sting on your clit.
"Now, stroke your clit, do it slow, make circles" as instructed your now slick finger got to the bud of nerves, the circles were small, slow, at a timid pace but it still felt good "Do it faster, baby, harder" the tempo started to speed up, not doing circles any more but rubbing harder.
"One finger, love, get one finger in" your middle finger slid from your folds getting to your entrance, and this time when your finger thrust inside a loud and embarrassing moan left your mouth.
"Fuck, you sound so pretty" Jun was having view of his life, if he could, he would burn this memory to look at it every time he wanted to whack off.
"Get another finger inside" your ring finger slipped easily making your hips stumble, "Go in and out, seek for your pleasure, make yourself feel good" your body jerked toward you hand fingers going in and out at a violent pace, a delectable burn making your gummy walls clench tightly on your fingers.
"J-Jun" your voice came out in a pornographic moan of his name, making him smile knowing what you wanted.
"What is it, doll?" he cooed watching your fingers jamming in and out, the wet noises filling the room
"Do you want something from me?" the condescending tone mask with a sweet and velvety trill, made you whine making your hand move faster, your palm colliding with you clit deliciously.
"J-jun, touch me, pleh- please, need you"you said, stuttering, the last bit of consciousness leaving your body.
The man didn't need to be asked twice, he was hovering over you, hand in each side of your head, looking into your eyes, finding a sparkle of desire mixed with excitement. His left hand stroking one of you many loose hairs behind your ear, meanwhile his unoccupied hand joined your own down your cunt.
His hand was hot, and you could feel the calloused skin over the back of your hand, making you wonder, how would it feel on your clit.
Jun stopped your hand —witch now had gotten into a sloppy pace because your fingers were starting to cramp—, and brought your whacked fingers to his mouth, he sucked the arousal in them, making you moan at the feeling of his hot tongue playing with your digits, leaving them fully "cleaned".
"So sweet" he says, getting your fingers out of his mouth, cunt pulsating and drooling with your slick even more. His voice sounded hoarse and guttural, it was evident in his tone that he wanted more, so much more.
He decided to strip you from the last piece of clothing you had, his shirt now was being used to keep both you hands over your head, he bit his lower lip looking how your body was at his disposal, your wreck expression, drunk in pleasure, desperate to release the coil that has been building up in your tummy since he set a foot in the room.
You watch him thrilled, going down on you, now feeling his hot breath against your puffy and glistened folds, awaiting for what was about to happen.
His tongue nuzzled into your hardened clit, a whiny plea escaping your lips, giving him a green flag to do as he pleased, this time sucking gently the sensitive dot making you scream.
If you knew that getting head from Jun would feel like heaven you would have tried to ask him to teach you before.
Your fingers grabbed his brunette and fluffy locks, pulling his strands of hair every time he would nimble carefully on your clit.
He was drinking from your pussy like a starved man, enjoying every bit of your arousal in his mouth. His pointer and ring fingers slipped easily inside of you, an extremely lewd sound coming out of your mouth and the pleasurable sting of his much thicker fingers inside of you made you self conscious, the coil that has been forming in your tummy about to burst, making you feel somehow "weird", it was an urge to relief that scared you.
“J-Jun, Junnie stop, wa- i need to—go t- bathroom” you said, stuttering, pulling his hair, trying to get him to stop sucking at your clit, deed that was making you feel that way even more.
He lifted his face, chin soaked in your juices, lips red and glossy, the view making you want a kiss, but other than that his expression was one from someone who just heard a joke.
With his unoccupied hand he wiped his mouth, and proceeded to hover over you, his right hand still jamming into you at a brutal pace, making the wet noises fill the room with your loud whimpers.
"You sure you want me to stop?" He asked while his thumb started to press and move over the perk bud.
You were amused, you just said that you were about to pee, you felt like you were about to pee, and that was extremely embarrassing, that was the last thing you wanted to do infront of him, or in this case, the last thing you wanted to do in his hand.
And like he could read your mind he said "You are not going to pee, you are about to cum" he licked his lips and watched your with a burning need "just cum for me, doll, cum all you want in my fingers"
Your stomach tightened and the coil released when his fingers curled just in the right place, that spongy and special spot. You came wetting his whole hand, squirting on your first time masturbating.
He helped you through your high making sure to not overstimulate you, it was still your first time masturbating. You were left trembling in his arms, astonished for what just happened.
"You don't know how many times I have wanked off by the thought of you coming undone in my fingers" he said breathlessly, looking at the masterpiece he just made of you, pussy coated in your own arousal and his spit, his drench fingers left your core slowly stealing a small moan from you.
"Pussy so tight, I could cum only by sticking my cock inside of you" his face was so close to you that his lips were brushing yours, his breath felt so hot it was burning you "I want to fuck you so bad, right now" the neediness in his voice made you clench around noting, you core starting to leak again.
"Why don't you teach me?" you said so low he almost didn't hear you.
"What do you want me to teach you now?" He said with a cocky smile on his pretty face.
"Teach me how to fuck"
「 ｓｅｖｅｎｔｅｅｎ ｗｅｄｄｉｎｇ ｓｅｒｉｅｓ | ａｓ ｈｕｓｂａｎｄｓ ― ｐｅｒｆｏｒｍａｎｃｅ ｕｎｉｔ 」
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[a/n: this is only for entertainment purposes, do not come for me for writing this]
as a husband/wife ♡ hip hop unit | vocal unit ♡
asking for your parents’ hand ♡ hip hop unit | vocal unit ♡
proposal ♡ hip hop unit | vocal unit ♡
honeymoon + photos ♡ hip hop unit | vocal unit ♡
wedding dress + photos ♡ hip hop unit | vocal unit ♡
after the wedding ♡ hip hop unit | vocal unit ♡
𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊;
gets jealous when you’re around any other guy
does whatever you ask him to do
calls you when he misses you
is very protective of you
doesn’t like to be away from you for too long
𝒋𝒖𝒏;
throws you parties for special occasions
tells you how much he loves you all the time
dip kisses you whenever he gets jealous
if you’re feeling down he’ll keep bugging you until you tell him why
facetimes you every time he’s away on tour
𝒕𝒉𝒆8;
bought you matching key rings
spoils you
calls you just to hear your voice
has you come down to watch his practices
picks you up from work
𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒐;
picks you up randomly
pretends to forget your anniversary every year
calls you before going onstage
facetimes you when he’s on tour
hugs you every chance he gets
「 ｓｅｖｅｎｔｅｅｎ ｄａｄ ｓｅｒｉｅｓ | ｔｈｅｙ ｆｉｎｄ ｏｕｔ ｙｏｕ＇ｒｅ ｐｒｅｇｎａｎｔ ― ｐｅｒｆｏｒｍａｎｃｅ ｕｎｉｔ 」
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[a/n: this is only for entertainment purposes, do not come for me for writing this]
how many kids they’ll have
as dads/moms ♡ hip hop unit | vocal unit ♡
finding out you’re pregnant ♡ hip hop unit | vocal unit ♡
telling your guys’ parents ♡ hip hop unit | vocal unit ♡
telling the members ♡ hip hop unit | vocal unit ♡
cravings ♡ hip hop unit | vocal unit ♡
going in labor ♡ hip hop unit | vocal unit ♡
holding the baby ♡ hip hop unit | vocal unit ♡
baby’s first word ♡ hip hop unit | vocal unit ♡
teaching them to walk ♡ hip hop unit | vocal unit ♡
𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊;
You decided to tell him while you were having dinner alone, you already told the rest of the members, because that was the only way you were going to be able to get them all out of the house at once. After you set the table you got extremely nervous to tell him, even though you know that he’d be so happy to be having a baby.
“Soonyoung I need to tell you something,” you stuttering because of your nervousness.
“What’s up.”
“Okay, I’m just gonna come right out and say it.”
“Say what?” he asks curious.
“I’m pregnant,” you tell him looking at him to see how he would react.
“Really!? This is the second best thing that’s happened to us!” he basically screams as he comes over to your giving you the biggest hug.
𝒋𝒖𝒏;
You didn’t know how to tell Junhui that you guys were expecting your first child, you’ve been putting it off for weeks, but he noticed that something was wrong when you started throwing up in the middle of the night one night. He told you that he was going to take you to the doctor to ask them what was wrong, but you stopped him telling him that you were in fact pregnant.
“No, I’m pregnant,” you say as you get up walking back to your bedroom.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” you say not knowing if he was happy or not.
“You should’ve told me earlier, because I knew that there was something up with you for a while now,” he says as hugs you while giving you a peck on the lips.
𝒕𝒉𝒆8;
You weren’t able to get pregnant even after trying so many times, you guys were starting to look into other options. One day while he was at a concert your doctor called you telling you that your were 6 weeks pregnant and you had know idea, because there weren’t any symptoms. When he came home that night you came practically running up to him with joy, telling him the knew he was so excited.
“Minghao! I’m pregnant!”
“Oh my god, really?” he asks in disbelief.
“Yeah, my doctor called telling me the news a few hours ago,” you tell him as he reached in giving you a hug.
“I can’t believe this,” he says with tears surfacing in his eyes.
“Baby, don’t cry,” you say hugging him while laying your head in the crook of his neck.
𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒐;
You and Chan have been talking about starting your own little family, he’s told you that he only wants either 2 or 3 kids, 2 girls and 1 boy. A few weeks after you had that conversation you went to the doctor to talk about how you’ve been wanting to have a baby, so she did some tests and when she called you a week later she told you that you’ve been pregnant, after your talk with your doctor you decided to tell Chan.
“Chan, I have to tell you something,” you say as you stood right in front of him.
“What’s up?”
“I’m pregnant.”
“Wait what, don’t mess with me. We were just talking about this a few weeks ago,” he says while laughing.
“No I’m being serious. I ask my doctor what my chances were and she called saying that I was pregnant,” you say as he gets up picking you up then giving you a kiss.
「 ｓｅｖｅｎｔｅｅｎ ｐｅｒｆｏｒｍａｎｃｅ ａｕ | ｗｅｒｅｗｏｌｆ ｐａｃｋ 」
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[a/n: this is only for entertainment purposes, do not come for me for writing this]
𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊;
name: kwon soon young
hometown: namyangju-si, gyeinggi-do, south korea
birthday: june 15, 1996
age: 22
position: alpha
fur colour: black
eye colour: red
𝒋𝒖𝒏;
name: wen jun-hui
hometown: shenzhen, guangding, china
birthday: june 10, 1996
age: 22
position: omega
fur colour: white
eye colour: blue
𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒐;
name: kim min gyu
hometown: anyang-si, gyeonggi-do, south kora
birthday: april 6, 1997
age: 21
position: beta
fur colour: brown
eye colour: yellow
𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒐;
name: lee chan
hometown: iksan-si, jeollakbu-do, south kore
birthday: february 11, 1999
age: 19
position: omega
fur colour: brown
eye colour: blue
𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐮.
「...mafia mob」
— a/n: this is only for entertainment purposes, do not come for me for writing this
navigaion.
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ᴄʜᴏɪ ꜱᴇᴜɴɢᴄʜᴇᴏʟ – ꜱ.ᴄᴏᴜᴘꜱ;
name: choi seung cheol
hometown: daegu, south korea
birthday: august 8, 1995
age: 24
role: leader, spy, assassin
code name: s.coups
code number: 080895
leader: the person who leads or commands a group, organization, or country.
spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.
assassin: a murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons.
criminal history;
gang activity
gang violence
1st & 2nd-degree murder
torture
attempted murder (government officials)
grand theft auto
left crime scene
trespassing
accessory to hacking (government)
accessory to grand theft
ʏᴏᴏɴ ᴊᴇᴏɴɢʜᴀɴ;
name: yoon jeong han
hometown: hwaseong, seoul, south korea
birthday: october 4, 1995 (1995.10.04)
age: 24
role: spy, lure, seducer, capture, torture
code name: angel, 1004, or cheonsa
code number: 100495
spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.
lure: tempt to do something or to go somewhere, especially by offering some form of reward.
seducer: a person who entices someone into sexual activity.
capture: take into one’s possession or control by force.
torture: the action or practice of inflicting severe pain on someone as a punishment or to force them to do or say something, or for the pleasure of the person inflicting the pain.
criminal history:
gang activities
gang violence
blackmail
grand theft
arson
assault & battery
attempted murder
attempted grand theft
attempted assault
attempted assault & battery
attempted arson
accessory to murder
accessory to grand theft
left the crime scene
ʜᴏɴɢ ᴊɪꜱᴏᴏ – ᴊᴏꜱʜᴜᴀ;
name: ji soo hong
hometown: los angles, california, usa
birthday: december 30, 1995
age: 24
role: spy, distraction, dealer, the eyes & ears
code name: joshua
code number: 123095
spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.
distraction: a thing that prevents someone from giving full attention to something else.
dealer: a person or business that buys and sells goods.
the eyes & ears: look at or watch closely or with interest & listens closely to what others are saying.
criminal history:
gang activity
gang violence
accessory to murder
accessory to assault
grand theft
left crime scene
ᴡᴇɴ ᴊᴜɴʜᴜɪ – ᴊᴜɴ;
name: wen jun-hui
hometown: shenzhen, guangding, china
birthday: june 10, 1996
age: 23
role: assassin, sniper
code name: jun
code number: 061096
assassin: a murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons.
sniper: a person who shoots from a hiding place, especially accurately and at long range.
criminal history:
gang activity
gang violence
1st & 2nd-degree murder
attempted murder
aggravated assault
left crime scene
torture
ᴋᴡᴏɴ ꜱᴏᴏɴʏᴏᴜɴɢ – ʜᴏꜱʜɪ;
name: kwon soon young
hometown: namyangju-si, gyeinggi-do, south korea
birthday: june 15, 1996
age: 23
role: assassin, torture
code name: hoshi
code number: 061596
assassin: a murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons.
torture: the action or practice of inflicting severe pain on someone as a punishment or to force them to do or say something, or for the pleasure of the person inflicting the pain.
criminal history:
gang activity
gang violence
1st & 2nd-degree murder
torture
attempted murder
grand theft auto
left crime scene
trespassing
accessory to hacking (government)
accessory to grand theft
ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴡᴏɴᴡᴏᴏ;
name: jeon won woo
hometown: changwon, gyeongsangnam-do, south korea
birthday: july 17, 1996
age: 23
role: spy, assassin
code name: beanie
code number: 071796
spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.
assassin: a murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons.
criminal history:
gang activity
gang violence
1st & 2nd-degree murder
attempted murder
attempted assault
torture
left crime scene
trespassing
accessory to murder
accessory to theft
ʟᴇᴇ ᴊɪʜᴏᴏɴ – ᴡᴏᴏᴢɪ;
name: lee ji hoon
hometown: busan, south korea
birthday: november 21, 1996
age: 23
role: spy, hacker, the eyes
code name: woozi
code number: 112196
spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.
hacker: a person who uses computers to gain unauthorized access to data.
the eyes: look at or watch closely or with interest.
criminal history:
gang activity
gang violence
trespassing
hacking into government systems
overriding government systems
1st & 2nd-degree murder
accessory to murder
attempted murder
left crime scene
ʟᴇᴇ ꜱᴇᴏᴋᴍɪɴ – ᴅᴋ;
name: lee seok min
hometown: suji-gu, yongin-si, gyeonggi-do, south korea
birthday: february 18, 1997
age: 22
role: spy, distraction
code name: dk, dokyeom
code number: 021897
spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.
distraction: a thing that prevents someone from giving full attention to something else.
criminal history:
gang activity
gang violence
accessory to murder
accessory to assault
accessory to grand theft
accessory to hacking
accessory to assault
left crime scene
ᴋɪᴍ ᴍɪɴɢʏᴜ;
name: kim min gyu
hometown: anyang-si, gyeonggi-do, south kora
birthday: april 6, 1997
age: 23
role: spy, lure, seducer, distraction, capture
code name: mingyu
code number: 040697
spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.
lure: tempt to do something or to go somewhere, especially by offering some form of reward.
seducer: a person who entices someone into sexual activity.
distraction: a thing that prevents someone from giving full attention to something else.
capture: take into one’s possession or control by force.
criminal history:
gang activities
gang violence
blackmail
grand theft
kidnapping
assault
assault & battery
attempted murder
accessory to murder
accessory to grand theft
left the crime scene
xᴜ ᴍɪɴɢʜᴀᴏ – ᴛʜᴇ8;
name: xu minghao
hometown: anshan, liaoning, china
birthday: november 7, 1997
age: 22
role: assassin, arsonist, sniper
code name: the8
code number: 110797
assassin: a murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons.
arsonist: the criminal act of deliberately setting fire to property.
sniper: a person who shoots from a hiding place, especially accurately and at long range.
criminal history:
gang activity
gang violence
1st 2nd & 3rd-degree murder
arson
torture
attempted murder (government officials)
grand theft auto
left crime scene
trespassing
accessory to hacking (government)
accessory to grand theft
ʙᴏᴏ ꜱᴇᴜɴɢᴋᴡᴀɴ;
name: boo seung kwan
hometown: jeju-do, south korea
birthday: january 16, 1998
age: 22
role: spy, underboss
code name: boo
code number: 011698
spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.
underboss: a boss’s deputy, especially in a criminal organization.
criminal history:
gang activity
gang violence
accessory to murder
accessory to assault
grand theft
left crime scene
ᴄʜᴏɪ ʜᴀɴꜱᴏʟ – ᴠᴇʀɴᴏɴ;
name: hansol vernon chwe
hometown: new york, new york, usa
birthday: february 18, 1998
age: 21
role: spy, assassin, seducer
code name: vernon
code number: 021898
spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.
assassin: a murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons.
seducer: a person who entices someone into sexual activity.
criminal history:
gang activity
gang violence
1st & 2nd-degree murder
attempted murder
attempted assault
torture
left crime scene
trespassing
accessory to murder
accessory to theft
ʟᴇᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴ – ᴅɪɴᴏ;
name: lee chan
hometown: iksan-si, jeollakbu-do, south kore
birthday: february 11, 1999
age: 21
role: spy, hacker, assassin, arsonist, distraction
code name: dino
code number: 021199
spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.
hacker: a person who uses computers to gain unauthorized access to data.
assassin: a murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons.
arsonist: the criminal act of deliberately setting fire to property.
distraction: a thing that prevents someone from giving full attention to something else.
criminal history;
gang activity
gang violence
grand theft
attempted murder
accessory to murder
attempted torture
accessory to torture
hacking (government)
accessory to hacking (government)
attempted arson
accessory to arson
blackmail
𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.
「...how many kids they’ll have」
how many kids they’ll have
as dads/moms
finding out (performance vers.)
telling your guys’ parents
telling the members
cravings
going in labor
holding the baby
baby’s first word
teaching them to walk
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‣ summary... how many kids they’ll have & their birthdays
↺ genre... fluff, dad au
♪ listen to... crush by seventeen
♡ ᴄʜᴏɪ ꜱᴇᴜɴɢᴄʜᴇᴏʟ – ꜱ.ᴄᴏᴜᴘꜱ;
choi dae hyun (최대현) »april 5«
choi chae won & choi chae young (최채원 & 최채영) »december 13« (identical twins)
choi chan yeol (최찬열) »september 14«
♡ ʏᴏᴏɴ ᴊᴇᴏɴɢʜᴀɴ;
yoon dal rae (윤달래) »may 3«
yoon da som (윤다솜) »may 13«
♡ ᴊᴏꜱʜᴜᴀ ʜᴏɴɢ;
hong jae sung (홍재성) – liam »january 2«
hong ji won & hong ji hye (홍지원 & 홍지혜) – theodore & torrence »february 14« (fraternal twins)
♡ ᴡᴇɴ ᴊᴜɴʜᴜɪ – ᴊᴜɴ;
wen jinhai (文锦海) »november 20«
♡ ᴋᴡᴏɴ ꜱᴏᴏɴʏᴏᴜɴɢ – ʜᴏꜱʜɪ;
kwon baek hyun (권백현) »october 3«
kwon ha ru (권하루) »march 15«
♡ ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴡᴏɴᴡᴏᴏ;
jeon do yun (전도윤) »june 6«
jeon ho seok (전호석) »august 7«
♡ ʟᴇᴇ ᴊɪʜᴏᴏɴ – ᴡᴏᴏᴢɪ;
lee ji min (이지민) »july 4«
lee ga ram (이가람) »may 2«
lee bo ram (이보람) »february 14«
♡ ʟᴇᴇ ꜱᴇᴏᴋᴍɪɴ –ᴅᴋ;
lee ha eun (이하은) »april 19«
lee hae won (이해원) »november 21«
♡ ᴋɪᴍ ᴍɪɴɢʏᴜ;
kim ye eun & kim jae eun (김예은 & 김재은) »december 24« (fraternal twins)
♡ xᴜ ᴍɪɴɢʜᴀᴏ – ᴛʜᴇ8;
xu meiling (徐美玲) »december 30«
♡ ʙᴏᴏ ꜱᴇᴜɴɢᴋᴡᴀɴ;
boo dam bi (부담비) »august 8«
boo du ri (부두리) »november 1«
♡ ʜᴀɴꜱᴏʟ ᴠᴇʀɴᴏɴ ᴄʜᴡᴇ – ᴠᴇʀɴᴏɴ;
choi jun myeon (최준면) – carter »april 1«
choi re na (최레나) – chole »june 10«
choi mi yeon (최미연) – charlotte »may 7«
♡ ʟᴇᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴ – ᴅɪɴᴏ;
lee ha yoon & lee han eul (이하윤 & 이하늘) »july 17« (fraternal twins)
lee eun kyung & lee eun byeol (이은경 & 이은별) »november 13« (identical twins)
𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐮.
「...werewolf pack」
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‣ summary... as werewolf members
↺ genre... werewolf au
♪ listen to... hot by seventeen
☽ ᴄʜᴏɪ ꜱᴇᴜɴɢᴄʜᴇᴏʟ – ꜱ.ᴄᴏᴜᴘꜱ;
name: choi seung cheol
hometown: daegu, south korea
birthday: august 8, 1995
position: alpha
fur colour: black
eye colour: red
transformation age: 19
☽ ʏᴏᴏɴ ᴊᴇᴏɴɢʜᴀɴ;
name: yoon jeong han
hometown: hwaseong, south korea
birthday: october 4, 1995
position: beta
fur colour: silver
eye colour: blue
transformation age: 19
☽ ʜᴏɴɢ ᴊɪꜱᴏᴏ – ᴊᴏꜱʜᴜᴀ;
name: hong ji soo
hometown: los angeles, california, usa
birthday: december 30, 1995
position: gamma
fur colour: blonde
eye colour: golden
transformation age: 19
☽ ᴡᴇɴ ᴊᴜɴʜᴜɪ – ᴊᴜɴ;
name: wen junhui
hometown: shenzhen, guangdong, china
birthday: june 10, 1996
position: delta
fur colour: brown
eye colour: golden
transformation age: 18
☽ ᴋᴡᴏɴ ꜱᴏᴏɴʏᴏᴜɴɢ – ʜᴏꜱʜɪ;
name: kwon soon young
hometown: namyangju-si, gyeonggi-do, south korea
birthday: june 15, 1996
position: zeta
fur colour: black
eye colour: golden
transformation age: 18
☽ ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴡᴏɴᴡᴏᴏ;
name: jeon won woo
hometown: changwon, gyeongsangnam-do, south korea
birthday: july 17, 1996
position: epsilon
fur colour: golden brown
eye colour: golden
transformation age: 18
☽ ʟᴇᴇ ᴊɪʜᴏᴏɴ – ᴡᴏᴏᴢɪ;
name: lee ji hoon
hometown: busan, south korea
birthday: november 22, 1996
position: zeta
fur colour: black
eye colour: golden
transformation age: 18
☽ ʟᴇᴇ ꜱᴇᴏᴋᴍɪɴ – ᴅᴋ;
name: lee seok min
hometown: suji-gu, yongin-si, gyeonggi-do, south korea
birthday: february 18, 1997
position: eta
fur colour: brown
eye colour: golden
transformation age: 18
☽ ᴋɪᴍ ᴍɪɴɢʏᴜ;
name: kim min gyu
hometown: anyang-si, gyeonggi-do, south korea
birthday: april 6, 1997
position: ultima
fur colour: brown
eye colour: golden
transformation age: 18
☽ xᴜ ᴍɪɴɢʜᴀᴏ – ᴛʜᴇ8;
name: xu minghao
hometown: anshan, liaoning, china
birthday: november 7, 1997
position: kinsmir
fur colour: silver
eye colour: golden
transformation age: 17
☽ ʙᴏᴏ ꜱᴇᴜɴɢᴋᴡᴀɴ;
name: boo seung kwan
hometown: jeju-do island, south korea
birthday: january 16, 1998
position: omega
fur colour: brown
eye colour: golden
transformation age: 17
☽ ᴄʜᴏɪ ʜᴀɴꜱᴏʟ – ᴠᴇʀɴᴏɴ;
name: choi han sol
hometown: new york city, new york, usa
birthday: february 18, 1998
position: omega
fur colour: brown
eye colour: golden
transformation age: 17
☽ ʟᴇᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴ – ᴅɪɴᴏ;
name: lee chan
hometown: iksan-si, jeollakbu-do, south korea
birthday: february 11, 1999
position: omega
fur colour: golden brown
eye colour: golden
transformation age: 16
𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.
「…another male wolf flirts with you」
→ hip hop unit version
→ vocal unit version
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‣ summary… another wolf flirts with their mate
↺ genre… fluff, werewolf au
♪ listen to… lilili yabbay by seventeen (performance unit)
☽ 𝗸𝘄𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴 – 𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶;
Soonyoung was not the one to mess with when it came to his mate, the first and last time someone flirted with you he almost killed them, so when you saw the hints at this guy flirting with you, you warned him that he better stop or your boyfriend was gonna tear him to shreds, but he didn’t believe you until Soonyoung came up behind you in his wolf form growling at this guy.
“I’m giving you a warning, stay away from my mate!”
☽ 𝘄𝗲𝗻 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗵𝘂𝗶 – 𝗷𝘂𝗻;
Junhui knew that you couldn’t take a hint when someone was flirting with you, because he has a hard time to get you to understand his hints, so when he saw some guy come up to you and flirts with you he was angry at that guy.
“Get a way, they don’t want you!”
☽ 𝘅𝘂 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗼 – 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝟴;
You and Minghao we’re always so lovey-dovey wherever you guys were, but when his alpha called him aside to talk to him about something he was hearing you laugh at someone else other than him or anyone in his close circle he got angry to the point his eyes turned an amber color, his teeth and ears went pointy and when he approached the guy he went running.
“Yeah that’s right you better run and stay away from my mate!”
☽ 𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻 – 𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗼;
Chan was always so overprotective of you for one everyone in the pack wanted you and two you never activated your curse so you weren’t as strong as the rest of the pack, so when he saw some guy making complements about you and your body he got offended and just yelled at the guy until he left you alone.
“Go! Before you make me angry and we have to fight this out!”
𝐦é𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞 •°. *࿐
🎻 feat: violinist!jun x violinist!reader, victorian era, enemies to lovers (kind of)
🎻 warnings: mentions of physical abuse (not explicit), mentions of cheating (but no one cheated)!!! not the best e2l i'm very sorry
🎻word count: ~11k
🎻 summary: in an era of music and dance, of dukes and arranged marriages, there is only one man whom you fight tooth and nail to play at the same tempo as -- legendary violinist wen junhui. people fall over themselves to dance to a song he plays, and festivities from all over the land request the pleasure of his attendance.
portraits are painted, praises sung of him, but you've only ever known him as your stiffest competition, in a society where outstanding women are frowned upon, reduced to mere puppets in the shadow of men. yet, amid domineering voices and too-loud presences, you have no option but to understand that he was the melody that played his way into your heart.
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1870, November 11th
"Your Grace," You reach for the Duchess' outstretched hand as you exit the carriage, your other hand lifting your gown, the horses skittering as they reach a complete stop.
"My dear Y/N! It has been too long since you have graced our court," The Duchess seems pleased to meet you as she clutches your hand tightly, you squeezing it in return.
"It has been long," You agree. "It is an honour to play for the annual ball once more."
"Nonsense!" She trills a laugh, her hand coming up to cover herself. "Truly, it is our greatest blessing to be able to hear your music."
You smile in gratitude as she leads you towards the palace. "Thank you, Your Grace. I'm looking forward to performing for you as well."
"I'll have someone send up your bags to your rooms," She adds, continuing to walk you in. "The estate is busy today, what with the company we're having... and the two greatest violinists of our time!"
Your smile freezes on your face. It can't be, it's not possible--
"Of course, we're not expecting Sir Wen Junhui just yet, but I like the staff to be well-prepared-"
Wen Junhui. Of course, it had to be him.
"My dear? Are you alright?" The Duchess asks you, concern on her face. "I didn't have you just now."
"My apologies, Your Grace," You immediately say, a smile plastered on your face. "I...I must have been tired. Carriage journeys have never really been my preference."
"Of course, how could I forget!" The duchess sighs, before turning to the servants trailing behind. "Ensure Miss Y/N has everything she needs. She must be in tip-top condition for the ball." At the servants' bow, she turns back to you. "I must return to the preparations," she tells you. "Will you be alright heading to your rooms by yourself? The servants will lead you."
"Of course, Your Grace," You curtsy. "You really didn't have to lead me in, it was too much trouble. Please, I wish not to disturb you further."
Again, her tinkling laugh. "What words! You could never be a trouble to me, my dear friend."
You bid your farewell and as she leaves, the servants motioning to lead you to your chambers.
You shake your head lightly as you resume the walk. Wen Junhui, in the same place as you. What luck.
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"You two surely have met, given your professions," The Duke tells you as he beckons to a tall man you know all too well. "It is my understanding that you both played for His Majesty's coronation the previous year."
"Indeed we did," His velvet-like voice, thinly masking his hostility, returns. "It was charming to be in her company."
"As if." Your mutter, thankfully, goes unheard by the Duke. Junhui, however, picks up on it, what with those sensitive ears of his that supposedly make him an oh-so-amazing violinist, and raises his eyebrows at you.
The Duke excuses himself soon after to find his wife, which leaves you and Junhui standing alone. His waistcoat, laced with what you recognise to be one of the finest silks in the market, rustles with his movement as he turns and faces you properly.
He bows to you in mock politeness. "My pleasure to be in your delightful company once more, Miss L/N."
You roll your eyes. "Skip the formality, for our sakes."
Amusement laces his cat-like features. "If you say so, treasure." The term of endearment stirs more irritation in you.
The hostility between you two dated back to your teens. Fresh out in the world and eager for opportunity, you tried to become the court violinist in the royal orchestra, to prove yourself not just as a talent but as a woman, only to be turned away with the memo that a violinist had already been chosen, the only one the court was looking for, and it had been Junhui, all lanky limbs but with the fervour of a highly determined seventeen-year-old.
And at the birthday celebration of a royal you didn't remember, for which your family watched from the gates, you heard him play for the very first time. The symphony the orchestra had played, the seamless chords and semiquavers that had flowed from his relentless fingers on the strings, and the firm press of the glowing horsehair of his bow had impressed every person in the audience. Except for you.
No, you were bitter, so, so, bitter, that the one chance you had strived for your whole life had been taken from right through your fingers.
From then on, you had been known, amongst many in your small town, not very kindly, to be the "young lady who had dared to pit herself against Wen Junhui".
Your mother and father had taken the remarks in shame, beginning to discourage you from pursuing music. Yet, you had taken no heed, continuing to find all ways to continue what had become your lifeline.
And as he soared, both in skill and in fame, to become the most popular violinist of the age, you worked equally hard at your art, staining your fingers with cuts and your wrists with injury as you strived to reach his heights.
And you had run into luck, for an academy run by a sharp-tongued man scouted you at a performance at your local church. Before long, you were on the stage, flitting from event to celebration, just as you dreamed. You played concertos and partitas to your heart's content, did opening acts for renowned orchestras, and headlined the stage in the courts of various nations, eager to keep climbing the ladder towards the goal that was Junhui.
But no matter your greviances, you truly enjoyed the stage. It was everything you had. You took pride in your work, you blushed at compliments, and you appreciated every chance there was to step on the stage and perch the four-stringed instrument on your shoulder.
Then came the day when you met your competitor for the very first time, performing at a gala held for a local lord. He'd looked at you, no doubt recognising you based on the gossip circulating around, and raised an eyebrow in teasing recognition before shaking his head and simply turning away. No formalities were exchanged, even though you were fully intending to be civil.
From then on, you both maintained a stoic but unspoken rivalry, making sniping remarks when you had the misfortune of meeting. Yet, years after it all started, here he was, standing in front of you, on a stage you would soon share.
And as luck would have it, a courtier walked over. Park, you remembered his last name with some effort. He had been the first to object when the court invited you to play at this ball. The papers had published his account of why you shouldn't be involved (boringly long, you thought).
"My, my, if it isn't the two legends of our time," He drawled, in a voice that grated on your nerves. "I must say, having you both on the same stage is rather...shocking."
Junhui raises his brows. "And what prompted that belief?"
"Oh, but doesn't everyone know of your rivalry, sir! Years upon years of competition of talent."
You let out a light laugh, leaning forward to the smug courtier to jest. "And which of us would you prefer, sir?"
His smirk is nothing short of hateful, you decide, when he replies, "Captivating as your music is, my charming lady, I find Sir Wen Junhui's music simply...breathtaking. Perhaps a fine man, bestowing his heavenly talents upon us all, is much welcomed now."
Junhui's smirk is even more hateful, you determine when he walks past you, Courtier Park in tow, his hand raising to pat your shoulder, which you brush off roughly, saying under his breath, "Better luck next time. Looks like you won't be playing in his court any time soon."
"Rot in hell."
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"Oh, how wonderful that you both will be sharing the stage this time!" The Duchess claps her hand in appreciation after each of you plays excerpts of your performance pieces.
"It's an honour," Junhui replies, bowing low. You curtsey, noting the way the Duke nods at Courtier Park after.
"Refresh yourselves," The Duke instructs. "We will see you at the celebrations. We're looking forward to both of your performances."
You can't bring yourself to look interested when Junhui turns to you. "As am I." The smug, arrogant twinkle in his eyes does not go amiss.
You curtsey once more and at the couple's nods, stride out of the room, Junhui behind you.
"The Divertimento No.17 by Mozart," He muses. "A fitting choice. You always liked the cheer."
"And you could only dream of appreciating them."
"Snippy as ever, treasure," Junhui answers patronisingly, as easy as counting.
"Yes, well, you are no different from the last time we met," You reply coldly, turning a corner. "Stop following me."
"Our rooms are nearby, treasure," He drawls, leaning against the wall. "Remind me again why you're being so delightful?"
"Why, huh," You sneer back, turning to face him. "Where to start? Why are you even here?"
"Why am I here?" He echoes. "My dear, I was invited. As were you. Through our wonderful years of being around each other, you would know I dislike performing for the royals. I agreed because I owed His Grace a favour."
"Of course you did," You mutter. "Well, I'll get going. Go find your next person to terrorise, you take joy in that anyway."
His chuckles go on as you walk off, the skirts of your dress fanning out behind you.
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Notes, one after another, flow like water out of his bow, in rapid semiquavers and strong crotchets, chords easing through the strings as easy as the alphabet.
You can't deny Wen Junhui is a phenomenal performer.
It's two waltzes before your piece comes up, and the guests of the ball are mingling, filling in dance cards, getting to know one another. You see a few familiar faces, ladies of society whom you'd seen on other occasions. The Duke and the Duchess took the dance floor earlier, and are now nursing glasses of carefully brewed liquor, laughing and entertaining.
The head of the estate's entertainment announces your appearance, and you step up in front of the orchestra. At your cue, the piano launches into the familiar cheerful chord.
And off you go from there. You laser-focus yourself on every note, the vibrato you'd honed to perfection. And thankfully, all goes without a hitch, leading to resounding applause as people break away from their dance partners.
The Duchess bustles to you after you bow and get down. "My dear, that was magical."
"Oh," You smile at her gushing compliment. "Thank you. I enjoyed myself."
"And so you should," The Duke encourages, walking up next to his wife. "What a stunning job you've done."
The Duchess hums in agreement before exclaiming. "Right! I was coming to say, the governors want you and Sir Wen Junhui to dance together."
You stiffen. "I'm sorry?"
“As a sign of goodwill,” The Duke says. “Not very customary, given that you have no real ties to each other, but we think it would be nice. Not to mention, you both ought to loosen up and enjoy yourselves tonight. Do you not agree?”
You’re about to politely decline, but an arm slides around your arm and tugs you closer. Just a little. “Of course we do. Thank you for the offer, Your Grace.” Junhui nods at the beaming couple.
The Duchess smiles at you as her husband nods, satisfied and ready to help her to the dance floor again. “Enjoy yourselves.”
“I—”
“Hush,” Junhui croons as he sweeps you into his arms and across the floor in an elegant turn, the beginning notes of another popular waltz playing out. “We are meant to revel. Look at the atmosphere we’ve created. We ought to enjoy the fruition of our work, no?”
“Shut up.”
He smirks slightly at you. “As you please. You’re not a bad dancer, I see.”
You curse silently. In the distraction of the banter, your feet had automatically stepped alongside his, rhythmically and physically attuned as one — one body and one being.
Heavens, you hated it.
“Fall silent at praises?” He raises his brows.
You snort. “Why should I if it comes from you?”
He gasps in mock hurt. “You wound me, truly.”
“Oh, forgive me,” You simper, a sweet smile on your face. “Whatever should I do with that information?”
And back and forth it went again, till the last cadenza played. His confident and suave digs, your sarcastic and impatient snipes.
He lets go of you as the crowd starts mingling again, and smiles. “It was a pleasure. We’ll meet again.”
He presses a kiss to the back of your palm, winks and disappears into the throng, leaving you looking appalled at your hand.
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1871, January 17th
“You want me to what?”
“Keep your voice down,” Your father urges.
“Oh, forgive me for being surprised that you’re marrying me off.”
“Daughter,” He says sternly, putting down his paper. “It’s Merchant Park’s son. A finely educated, young man. You will not do any worse with him. At the very least, it would make you seem more like the desired lady you are.”
“And what of my music?” You demand. “I have to put a stop to my dreams? On your order?”
“Dear,” Your mother cautions, then addresses your father. “Husband, we should tell her the truth. The deal is signed, anyway.”
Deal. You’re being sent to some stranger over a deal.
“We are not doing well, you know this,” Your father explains.
“I have told you, the commissions I get from the Lords and the palace—”
Your father holds up his hand. “Let me finish.”
“We need help to keep our estate and our rights,” He continues. “Merchant Park has very kindly provided a deal for us: a monetary exchange in return for a bride. As Mr. Nathaniel Park has proved himself a true man, we saw no reason to turn down such a win-win offer: a groom for our daughter and enough to sustain us.”
You clench your fists. “And you didn’t think to ask my opinion on all this? When I am the one to marry?”
Your father eyes you. “Daughter, things in other households are far worse. Some do not even know until the night before the matrimony. You might consider yourself lucky.”
You look to your mother, but she trains her eyes on her tea and doesn’t reply.
A painful lump forms in your throat. “Is there no other way?”
Your father shakes his head. “Not one as beneficial as this.”
“And will it ensure prosperity and stability for the rest of your days?”
He nods. “We will do much better than before.”
You blow out a resigned breath. “When will it be?”
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1871, March 1st
Church bells ring, shouts are heard.
You marry Mr Nathaniel Park in the nearest church to his estate. It has been the talk of the town, and throngs have turned up to see a wealthy merchant's son marry a talent of the nation.
Everyone, except for your families, seem to be under the impression that you had been seeing each other in secret for years, and had finally emerged to take the next step.
It’s all nonsense, every last detail, but the very same nonsense made it to the papers by next morning.
You leave your family home that night to start your life with Nathaniel.
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1874, June 28th
You were bored out of your mind.
Your violin was locked up goodness knows where, and Nathaniel had explicitly said he had no intention of letting you return to the stage as a career.
It had killed you a little inside, but it was to little surprise. Men like Nathaniel and his equally unbearable father were common. And you had fully expected to be controlled and restricted in return for your family’s benefit.
Except you had severely underestimated how much time the violin occupied. With nothing to do and only so much overseeing of the estate you could do, you were about to go insane.
Worse, Nathaniel had been in a dark mood as people in the streets had started gossiping.
Because while Wen Junhui had continued to travel far and wide to showcase his talents, his rival (yes, you) had suddenly stopped doing the same — so suddenly that it was downright suspicious.
And your temporary reprieve came when an invite for a local lord’s ball came by the estate. In it, it urged for both your attendance and a a suggestion for you to perform. It seemed like a good chance for Nathaniel to turn the tide and assure society that you were still fulfilling your dream, and to quell any rumours.
Your fingers were rusty, so it was to your shock when Nathaniel allowed you to play and practice for a couple of hours.
“For the ball,” He warned. “Only for the ball. I cannot have people speculating why my wife has suddenly stopped performing publicly.”
It was better than nothing, you surmise.
And so it is to your greatest pride that you stand once again on the stage, performing a sonata you’d long since learnt by heart, the guests clapping and in awe.
And after you get off the stage, you use the start of yet another dance to allow yourself to be whisked away by your husband. But your impatience returns once you see who your dance partner is.
“I thought I’d come keep you company since it has been a while,” Wen Junhui smiles lazily at you as he captures your hand in his. “Congratulations are in order, I see.”
You shrug.
“Funny how the papers said you’d been seeing each other for a long while. A secret dalliance, did that paperboy say? Wonder where that came from.”
"Be quiet."
He does not, in fact, keep quiet.
“Dashing man,” He nods towards your husband, who is doing an awful job of hiding his scowl at you dancing with another. “Tell him to loosen up and smile a little. After all, his wife is the star of tonight.”
“Shut up.”
“Not proud of your matrimony?” He has a saccharine tone which you decide you really hate.
“You know nothing.”
“Huh.” His grin drops, no longer pleasant, as you take another turn around the floor, falling perfectly into place with other dancers. “Someone is snippy today.”
“Would you please stop?” You demand hotly. It’s not as if you would admit right this second that this marriage was what you want. “If you have nothing genuinely good to say, why don’t you—”
"Oh, so you want me to be quiet, huh?"
His eyes are now suddenly simmering with both mild anger and something else, perhaps impatience. With that same burning expression on his face, he grips your hand and hauls you toward him.
The abrupt and rough action makes you release a squeak of surprise, and his other hand catches your head in time to adjust it on his chest.
You struggle. "We are in public! Unhand me this instant!"
"I told you, be quiet."
"What?!"
"Be quiet and listen," He demands, pressing your head to his chest, using the throng of dancers and people to hide you from Nathaniel. "Listen and tell me what you hear."
You scowl up at him. "Is this a joke?"
"What do you hear?"
"Your heartbeat, like a normal living person?" You snarl. "What more is there?"
"Listen again."
After a brief pause, you ask him, "Why is it racing?"
He glares at you. "Exactly."
"What do you mean, exactly? That was not even my questi-"
"My God, use your brain for once," He sighs impatiently. "If I truly hated you, would I have picked you as my dance partner? Would I have offered you my company and my well-wishes? Would I, Y/N?"
"W-what do you mean?"
"Forget it," he snarls, biting his lip in impatience. "Go and be with your husband. Last I heard, he was looking for your whereabouts." He strides away, leaving you stunned.
And even as Nathaniel meets you and berates you for leaving his side, and as you get back into the homebound carriage with him, your mind stays only on Junhui.
If I truly hated you, would I have picked you as my duet partner?Would I have offered you my company and my well-wishes?
Would I, Y/N?
You lean your head on the back of the carriage, the lights of the city wide awake, even with the lateness of the hour, your mind whirling with thoughts you didn't know were true.
His racing heartbeat, your racing mind. He didn't hate you. The real question now was... did you hate him? Still?
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1874, September 4th
It's a rainy afternoon when everything falls apart. Nathaniel is in a horrible mood, and you're about to lose your mind.
No music, since he took it away from you once you got home. No money to seek any kind of entertainment, since he's in charge of the estate's finances. You can't even go out on a ride, since he's ordered the footmen to keep you within the property.
“What’s going on between you and Mr. Wen?” You look up at his seething question as he strides in and throws the morning paper down on the table in front of you. “It has been months and columns are still writing about you two!”
“What am I supposed to do, tell the writers to stop?” You ask drily, and a sudden strong fist grabs your arm and a blunt impact is unceremoniously struck to your face.
You freeze, blood running cold.
Nathaniel doesn’t seem fazed in the slightest that he just hit his wife.
He grunts in displeasure. “Heavens, I’ll have to explain these articles to our family again.” He makes a tutting sound at you and strides out of the room, massaging his hand and rotating his wrist.
Amidst everything, the painful swell of your cheek and arm, the humiliation you feel, and the anger that courses through you, you can only think of one thing.
One person.
And so Junhui has the shock of his life when you turn up, panting and soaked in the downpour, at the gates of his estate. Your fine gown is as good as ruined, your updo plastered over your face. Your makeup is running, and Junhui wastes no time pulling you indoors.
"I didn't know where else to go," You murmur, strength sapped, and he says nothing, only signals to his servants to get towels and new clothes.
As he surveys you, his eyes widen in disgust and shock, and he takes your shoulders in his warm and gentle grip. "Was this him? Sir Park's son?"
At your unsettling silence, he repeats his question, more firmly this time. "Did he do this to you?"
For the first time in maybe your life, you meet his eyes fully. There is anger in his eyes, so raw and so deep, that you feel your eyes start burning again.
As you bow your head to blink the tears away, he lifts your chin to meet his eyes once more. "You have never shied away from me. Of all times, my treasure, I would beg you not to hide now."
You stay silent, and he repeats his question, each word more strained than the last.
You nod imperceptibly, confirming his worst fears.
"God," He groans, leaning forward to hold your hands in his large ones. "If I were a swordsman and not a musician, he would be gutted like a fish."
You try to crack a smile, but it just doesn't come out right. "You're not funny."
"I wasn't trying to be," He returns. "But whilst we are on this subject, perhaps my bow could do the job. It's sharp enough."
That finally coaxes a small, broken smile out of you, and his shoulders release slightly at the sight.
His servants return with the requested items, and after pushing you into a room with an adjoining chamber to dry off and get changed, he sits you down as he tends to you. Still shaken, you just let him, and you watch silently as he presses a small makeshift ice pack to your face, made of soft towels and crushed ice meant for drinks.
Occasionally, he brushes a hand through your hair to detangle it and let it dry. It's so... domestic, painfully so, and you're fully aware of how hard your heart is pounding.
"I hate you," His voice suddenly comes through, and you look up as they register. "I hate you so much, you know that?"
Your voice is hoarse as you reply. "I know. I know it all."
"I hate that you're here, in my estate. I detest the sight of you. I hate that we're here, only being civil under circumstances like these, and I loathe beyond comprehension that he did this to you. I hate it so much, but I despise you the most for not coming to my door the second it happened."
Your eyes sting again with tears, and he reaches up to wipe at them, his eyes the most tender you've ever seen.
"Do not shed tears for a man so undeserving," He murmurs. "It is unbecoming, you know."
"I know," You choke. "I didn't want to."
"Forget about him." His voice resounds like thunder. "You should not remain with a monster like him for your family. You are your own person, and your fate is in your hands."
He turns his attention back to the bruise on your arm, tending to it with the same gentleness and precision a tinker had with music boxes.
He called for medicine, clothed and fed you, only to hear you confess three hours later. "I must return before dawn. He will be seeking me out, and I can't have him come to your estate and make trouble."
"No." His firm refusal shot a pang into your heart.
"Junhui. I must."
"You will not return to that hellhole. It's my order."
"I have to, my family-"
"Would want their daughter to be whole and hale." His voice is deep and fierce, so much angrier than you've ever heard.
"I would not see you ruin yourself for a godforsaken life with him. If he can hit you once, and to this extent," he motions to you, "He will do it again and again. Each time even harder than the last. You will die at his hands!"
"The deal-"
"The money is the last thing on my mind!" He exclaims, now agitated. "I do not care about the riches or the deal your family has made with anyone. I just want you to be safe. I want you to be happy. Are you happy, locked up in a great lonely house with him, giving up on the art you have honed all your life, becoming his puppet and a shell of what you once were, only to be hit as if you are worth nothing?"
You shake your head, as if trying to shake off his words. "I know, you're right, Junhui, god! You are right about it all. But my family... they are everything to me. I worked all this time just so I could go home to them someday and live our days out in comfort. I...I cannot forsake them now. Not when they will be thrown into the streets and shamed if they do not honour the contract."
"Then stay here with me," He pleads. "I will handle all of it. I'll make sure no one gets hurt. You can perform and do everything to your heart's desire and I will never hold you back. Please."
"I cannot burden you with my issues!" You shout, choking back a poorly concealed sob, hands reaching to your hair to tug on it in frustration. "Please, Junhui, please, just... let me be. Live your life and let me live mine."
"You chose to come here tonight. Yet now you ask me to stay out this. How can I, if you're making a choice that may very well get you killed?!"
"I will not. You know that. I'm strong enough to handle it."
"Do you even know what you are handling?" He demands hotly. "A violent barbarian who knows only use his fists against a blameless lady and her family -- do you have any idea how horrendous that sounds?!"
You take a deep breath. "I-"
"I will open my gates to you and your family. I will give you my home, my sanctuary and protection, anything you will ever need. But in return, all I ask is that you leave that place. Leave someone who will never care for you the way you should be cared for."
"I can't, I can't. The world is in my way, his family-- they would never view me or respect me the way I want. Not as a musician who worked her way to the top. They will see me as a mere town-girl who seduced him for money and ran off with it. Everything I've done to make sure people never see me that way-- I can't handle that."
"And so you pick them, their satisfaction and influence, over your own fate?" He asks incredulously. "That strong, stubborn, steadfast woman I know -- where is she?"
"I am not picking. It is my only option! You have seen how the governors and men of the court see me, even as a musician in comparison to you. I would suffer that tenfold, and worse, my family will go the same path. I would rather die than allow it to happen, even if I must suffer."
The whole room goes silent, save for your breathing and his ragged pants.
His nose flares and his eyes narrow. His voice turns colder than the cruel winters of the land. "Is that what you truly mean?"
"..Yes. Yes."
After what seems like an eternity, he nods, so slightly you almost don't catch it. His lips curl, whether in disgust or mock of your decision, you do not know. He looks the most disappointed you've ever seen him. "Fine. Then let him destroy you. Let the people who do not matter, do not care about you tear you to shreds. Perhaps you were right, and I was the one meddling too much. I apologise." He starts walking away.
"Junhui-" You begin as you clutch his arm, dread running down your spine, but he simply looks at your hands wrapped around his with the indifference you thought was all he had. He looks at your pleading eyes, your shaking posture. He wants nothing more than to tell you how he feels, the immense frustration that you just won't let him be there for you... but through his raging emotions, his mouth stays shut.
"You can leave as you want," He says, all the emotion from prior gone. He finally looks you in the eye, his own betraying only the smallest hint of anguish and something you can't quite place. "I will not hold you back if that's what you desire. I just hope you will be happy with your decision, Y/N."
And then he's gone, leaving you to sink down in the middle of the room and cry into your hands, the finery of the gown he clothed you in now a mess around you.
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1874, September 5th
"You have returned."
Not quite a question, but you nod to your husband, who is currently lounging on a newly embroidered couch, eyeing you up and down with something close to disdain in his eyes.
"Costume yourself. Conceal everything well. There is another ball tonight in honour of a newly debuted painter, and we must attend."
Fantastic. Yet another function where you would be on his arm, hang on to his every word, pretend to love him. "Must-"
Nathaniel raises his hand and you flinch. He lowers it, head tilting. "You heard me."
You head up to your chambers in silence.
Your tears flow as you dress yourself as instructed, every puff of makeup lowered to your face doing a terrible job of hiding the marks on your face, the exhausted swell of your eyes.
Fine. Then let him destroy you, Junhui had said bitterly.
He probably already had, you thought. In ways no one would ever see.
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"Sir Park!" Court ladies and gentlemen alike hailed your husband as he helped you out of the carriage, painting the picture of a perfect husband. You see your mother, dressed in finery, looking awkward and uncomfortable with the current company. You start excusing yourself to walk to her, but Nathaniel holds you to him, glaring down at you with a fake grin plastered on his face. "What are you doing?" He hisses furiously under his breath.
"I am going to see my mother," You hiss back through gritted teeth, venom in your voice, a sweet smile fixed on your face as if you were exchanging an intimate secret. "Or would you prefer I scream for help, darling?"
He releases you immediately. "Be back swiftly. People will wonder of your whereabouts."
Without responding, you make your way through the crowd, smiling and bowing slightly to the upperclassmen who greet you. When you reach your mother, she visibly relaxes, reaching out to clasp your hand.
"My dear girl," She says, trying to smile. "You seem to have lost weight. Are you well?"
"Very, Mother," You reply, through a fake smile.
Concern shines in her eyes, and she tries to continue. "Daughter. Don't make the same mistakes I did, trying to keep defying your father. There are times where we must step back, and you might find that... life gets easier. The frustration will ease."
Would the frustration and pain of your marriage really fade? Would you, like Junhui insisted, be reduced to a hollow shell, numbed to everything and allow yourself to be treated like an unloved rag doll? Would you, after everything you did to make a woman out of yourself... become a meek and obedient arm candy, the one thing you never wanted to be?
As you pull away from your mother with a quiet excuse, you hear pleasantries being called to a new guest, and you turn to find Junhui, who clearly just entered the ballroom, staring directly at you.
You're not sure if your eyes look imploring enough, but it doesn't seem to work. Junhui turns away, and for the rest of the evening, you do not catch his eye.
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1874, September 21st
Days pass and you still play the perfect wife.
The order is exactly the same. You attend balls, play one or two customary pieces for Nathaniel to receive the oohs and ahhs of your talent, and at the end of the night, you return to your great, lonely house and sleep alone.
Soon after you got home from the ball, Nathaniel received an invitation to a business conference with the lords of Sicily. He had, after careful deliberation, decided to bring you.
Fine, you think. At least with the business, he might be too busy to keep you in line all day.
Nathaniel hasn't hit you since that night, but you're constantly on tenterhooks, on edge that his anger might blow once more. It's a ticking time bomb at home, and not much better outside. It isn't as if you have anyone to lament to about your marital troubles.
Your impatience is getting worse day by day. You already know the deal could easily be nullified, with the riches you know your family has received, but your parents still have no intention of setting you free. And so, on a warm Tuesday afternoon, three springtimes after it all started, you make your decision, rash and unchecked.
"I want to leave."
"What?"
"I cannot live like this. Not as your trophy wife. I wasn't born for this."
"And where will you go?" Nathaniel sneers. "Who will have you, a once-married woman?"
"It matters not where I go," You shoot, "You have no business knowing. As long as I am away from you, you asshole!"
"Oh, I would be very entertained," He replies coldly, a mocking smile set upon his hateful face. "I would like to know which man would take in the likes of you, even if you go to Sicily and start anew. Or maybe Sir Wen Junhui has already defiled-"
You slap him hard. He clutches his cheeks, turning red from the impact and from his rage. "You dirty little rat-"
"You are the vermin that thinks that way," You seethe. "You are the problem here. Not me, not Junhui, not my family. This isn't about the deal we made with your father anymore. It is purely because I am a woman that you are behaving this way. If anything is being defiled here, it is my dignity and your reputation."
He scoffs. "And you really believe some good Samaritan will voluntarily take you in and give you a bright future? Even if you believe so, you will end up the same way, in their kitchens, whether in Sicily or anywhere in the world. I am doing you a favour."
He steps closer. "But perhaps you already have someone in mind? ...Sir Wen Junhui, perhaps?"
You narrow your eyes at him. "What's this got to do with him?"
"Oh, you don't fool me," He laughs humourlessly. "You think I never see the way his eyes move to you when you're in the same room? You think I don't notice how you glance at him? And those few moments at the painter's ball last month. Care to explain that, my dear wife?"
"We are not on good terms." You hiss, stepping up to him. "Shame on you that you think otherwise, because there is nothing going on. I am no cheating liar."
"Perhaps not," He muses. "But I would pay good money to see what he thinks of you."
You stand your ground. "I want a divorce. That's all I want. I can return all the money you want to you in due course. Just set me free."
"Let's see what the courts think of that," He challenges, and you clench your teeth, anger overriding you like never before. "Your whole family will crash and burn with you. All because of your erroneous ways."
You stride away from him, out the estate doors, and his condescending, bitter voice resounds in your head, eyes wide in the face of your rebellion. "You don't know men the way you think you do, Y/N. Mark my words. Wen Junhui will not take you in no matter what he says. Women only have one fate, and you sealed it the moment we married."
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Junhui opens the door and swears it's deja vu.
Mere weeks ago he did the same thing, only for you to break his heart in a span of a few hours. He surmises that it must be the same situation tonight.
Nevertheless, he opens the door to your panting figure wordlessly and lets you enter. You look sheepish as you adjust your gown, body heaving with the effort it took to run here, but he does nothing.
No, if he gave in and comforted you, he did not think he could risk another heartbreak.
You beat him to it. "I'm sorry I came," You start hesitantly. He stays silent, so you continue.
"Nathaniel, he-"
"Forgive me, but I do not wish to hear details of your marriage. You said it yourself, your life is not my concern." He knows he is being petty, but this was the only way he knew he would not overstep.
"It-"
"What more do you have to say to me?"
You open your mouth to reply, but the bell of his estate rings and you glance at him, petrified. You mouth the words as if the visitor would hear, Nathaniel? His jaw clenches instinctively.
He quickly ushers you into another room, a safe distance from the sitting room where they would still be in earshot. "Stay put," He warns.
He leaves for the main door, and you can hear him exchanging greetings with a man's voice, all too familiar.
It is Nathaniel. You expected it.
"Please, sit. Can I offer you a drink?"
"No need for formality. I am not here as Sir Park's son, but as Y/N's husband."
"...I see. Well, what can I do for you?"
"We are both gentlemen, Sir Wen," You hear your husband say. "Let us get right to the point. You harbour illicit feelings for my wife, do you not?"
"...I'm afraid I don't know what you mean." Junhui's voice has turned cold. Nathaniel should be afraid, but he looks Junhui squarely in the eye.
"I told her this and I'll tell you too, Sir Wen," Your husband's voice is careless, as if he doesn't care what he's saying. "She is mine. And I have rules about the women in my life. They will not look at other men. Their life will change to suit mine. And if anyone tries to defy that, defy me, I will tear them down. You, my dear musician, are no exception."
The room goes silent for a moment. "Well, I am glad we straightened this out." You can practically feel Nathaniel smiling, smug in his arrogance. "Y/N will be heading to Sicily soon, and I must ready our travel plans. Goodness, what a world we live in!"
His footsteps scuff the ground as he gets up, then stop. "This was a nice meeting, but the next time we chat about this, I will not be as friendly." You hear his chair creak. "Well, as you were. Good evening."
"You do not deserve any part of Y/N." Junhui mutters.
"...I'm sorry?"
"I said, you do not deserve her." Junhui repeats, each word firmer than the last. "If you knew her at all, those vile, vulgar words should never have left you. Had you not wed her just for her talent and face value, you would have seen her for who she is -- a strong, talented, and truly selfless woman. She gave up her music, her lifeline, to marry a man she barely knows just for her family's sake. If you ever bothered to observe her beyond your conceited and overbearing ego, you would have found bliss with her by your side."
"...I knew coming to an agreement so quickly was suspicious." YOur husband laughs, slightly cruelly. "And you would know all that of my wife, because?"
"I do not know her as well as I'd like, but I know better than to let go of such a precious being." Junhui's words do not cease, each one hitting home hard. "The innate truth is, neither you nor I deserve her. I will not lie that she showed up at my estate the night you laid your filthy hands on her, and nothing has ever made me angrier. So I swear, from now on, not a single hand will land upon her, or be damned this nation and its money, I will make it my life's duty to ensure you never again see the light of day."
Nathaniel chuckles, as if Junhui's words are but a gust of wind, as insignificant as one raindrop in a thunderstorm. You cannot stay and hear any more of this. So you creep towards the nearest window, ajar to let air in. As you crawl out, careful not to hook the hem of your gown on the hinges, and flee for the back gate, you hear your husband croon. "There must be more than meets the eye, Mr Wen. Although, I hope you know where you stand. Y/N will never belong to you."
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1874, September 24th
"Thank you for coming, Mother," You try to smile at her, as she sits across you.
"You have never invited me over before," She says brightly. "What did you seek me out for?"
"I need to tell you something."
"Okay..." She comments, putting her teacup down. "Go on."
"I wish to leave Nathaniel."
"What?" Your mother is beyond alarmed, sitting forward and furrowing her brows. "Daughter, you know--"
"He hits me," You blurt out, and her eyes widen. Perhaps not the most graceful or discreet way to expose your suffering, but to you, there was no nice way to say it, no matter how much it hurt.
"He-- Y/N--"
"And someone else came and saved me. In so many ways, even the ways I did not know I could be saved.”
"Wh-" Your mother looks truly befuddled, and in any other situation, you might have laughed at the astounded look on her face.
"Wen Junhui." You continue blabbering. "He has seen me for who I am, at my best and at my worst, and he... he has healed me. He told me the truth that no one bothered to say, and he taught me that... that my fate is my own. Mother... I do not think I can live by the words of others. I think... I think that would make me miserable beyond belief."
Your mother is silent for what seems like an eternity, and you fiddle with your fingers nervously.
She finally opens her mouth to speak, and your breath catches.
“Of all people,” She murmurs, before giving you a soft smile. “I never would have thought that Mr. Wen would be the one to catch your eye.”
You shake your head in fond exasperation. “Life works in mysterious ways.”
“No.” She disagrees. “It has its own wiles and ways, but everything… everything happens for a reason. We were foolish to try forcing your happiness, weren’t we?”
You shake your head again. “I know you want the best for me.”
“I do, and I am glad you trust that, Daughter,” Your mother says softly, and you look at her, the gentleness of it all making your eyes glass over. “And if the best for you can be found in Mr. Wen…”
She dabs at her eyes carefully to prevent the kohl from running, and shoots a smile at you, genuine and loving. “Who are we to disagree?”
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1874, September 27th
"You'll need more coats. Those dresses of yours are so overbearing." Nathaniel comments as your maids fold both of your clothes into trunks.
You grit your teeth but say nothing, as you pick out your jewellery.
"And this," He holds up another gown, one of your personal favourites, a sweet baby-blue confection with small gems sewed meticulously within. "Outrageous. Have it burned, my wife will not be seen in things as skimpy as th-"
"Shut up!" You can't recognise your shout. "Just keep your mouth shut for a moment, won't you?"
He advances upon your retort, eyes glittering. "What did you just say to me?"
"I will not go to Sicily with you." You say resolutely.
He starers at you for a moment, then bursts into laughter. "You? Turning Sicily down? How amusing."
"I'll never go anywhere with you." You snap, backing away. The maids hesitantly put down their work, then proceed to leave the room, leaving just the two of you.
"Don't be ridiculous, wife," Nathaniel says condescendingly. "Sicily would be good for us to start over. Too many nuisances here."
As he laughs and returns to selecting clothes, you scoff. "You're one to talk. You ruined my life, you took everything dear to me away."
He throws down the possessions, a loud shout bouncing off the walls. "Understand one thing. You are nothing, you understand? I could crush you and all that you have under my boot all in a day's work."
You push back, enraged. "Don't you project your emotions and problems on me. Junhui was right. You don't know any part of me. Not what I love, you're nothing that any sane person wants or needs. You're human vitriol."
"Junhui, Junhui, Junhui," Nathaniel sneers. "So you do know he's in love with you. Why else would you allow him to poison your mind? That pest--"
You punch him in the mouth.
You punch your husband, a rich and influential merchant's son, square in the mouth.
Now, you're not a strong woman, and in any fight, you'd be knocked out like a light. But given that Nathaniel did not expect any form of violence or pushback from you, when he was so close to taking you to Sicily permanently, he stumbles back in surprise and clutches his jaw.
Taking advantage of his confusion, you run.
You run and run and run, to the stables, upon a mare, and urge it out towards Junhui's estate.
So you do know he's in love with you.
This was the only time you wanted -- yearned -- to believe Nathaniel Park.
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"You must think my home is a vacant shelter," Junhui comments as he lets you in.
He stiffens when you say nothing. "What is going-"
"Junhui." You lock eyes with him, firm and headstrong. "Are you in love with me?"
He stops moving entirely for five moments before chuckling. It sounds so artificial.
"No, that idea is repulsive."
"Junhui-"
"No."
"Junhui." You take his hands and plead. "Tell me the truth, and only the truth. Is it true, that you are in love with me?"
He tries swatting your hands away. "Please stop. Leave."
"I will the second you tell me that you are not in love with me. I will disappear from your sight for the rest of my life, I will leave for Sicily without looking back, and I will never return. Just answer me, just this once. Are you in love with me?"
His resistance snaps as he whirls to you.
"I've been crazy for you the moment I laid eyes on you!" He chokes out, eyes burning with emotion, hands flying to wipe furiously at them. "I couldn't fathom the thought that you hated me from the moment you saw me, goodness knows why, but I figured -- if that was the only way I'd see you for who you were, wild and free and beautiful, instead of the other ladies in court who put up facades to be around me -- I'd take it all. Whatever you gave me, I'd take and play along."
He swallows before he continues. "And yet it wasn't enough. Competing on and off the stage with you. I was in Rome when I received word of your union with that...that monster. I hated myself then. I regretted immensely that I had not asked for your hand before someone else did. I must have been complacent that you would always be around."
"Y-You...you never sought me out." You say softly, stunned at the revelation.
"It was a marriage between a renowned merchant's son and the world's best violinist, celebrated by all... I could not compare. Love would not cut it. Love would never cut it."
You could not help but cup his face, wiping the tears that leaked from his earnest eyes. "I truly believed you would find happiness with that man, treasure. I genuinely wished you well, even if it broke me." He whispers.
"And then you turned up at my gates, with bruises on you and a horrific story to tell," He continues, clenching your hands in his, "Yet I had to watch you, and let you return to that son of a bitch of your own will just so your family could live in peace!"
His body, now racked in sobs, crumples to the ground, bringing you with him as you cradle his head, tears of your own now dripping down your face. "Here you are now, one step away from moving to Sicily as you dreamed, asking me if I am in love with you? My beloved, is that really a question, or simply a confirmation?"
He looks up at you, eyes rimmed in red. "I cannot burden you with my emotions now. Not when you're achieving your dreams. Not when you and yours are suffering under the world's scrutiny. I love you so deeply that I know I cannot do that. If I cave into my emotions... you will be shackled to me, and I cannot have that on my account."
"No." You interrupt. His eyes raise to meet yours, as if in disbelief at what he was hearing.
"I plan to leave Nathaniel. All future plans are gone, and we will not be going to Sicily."
His eyes dilate in shock. The world goes silent, and it's just the two of you.
"I...I spoke to my mother. Way before today. About what you said. A lot of it was what you said." Your voice sounds foreign, so strange to your own ears. "I told her that I would settle the deal and anything we owe in any other way that would not require my happiness as a trade. I told her...I could not bear to let people who did not care if I lived or died dictate how I spend my days. I showed her the wounds he gave me. And I told her how you healed them."
He could not speak, could not move. The fact that you had decided to show your suffering to the one person you did it all for... he did not know whether to praise or cry at your bravery. That you, terrified yet adamant, had made a choice that would finally change the trajectory of your life.
You take a deep breath. Clasp his shaking hands in yours as you find your next sentence.
"You know this. The current divorce bill has always favoured men. In this age, no matter how big I am, no matter how much proof of how awful he is, society will only ever choose him over me. I have every intention to leave that monster, but it will be a tedious, arduous task, and I cannot promise anything out of it -- but what I can promise is that if you want me, you have me. Wholeheartedly, even if hell bestows its wrath upon us, my heart will always be yours. It..."
He waits with bated breath for your next words, his grip on your hand just as unwavering as your will.
"It must have been yours from the moment you pushed me to leave. You were the only one who saw me as anything more than a trophy wife, even with everything I threw your way. I only realised too late... that what I need isn't someone who would speak behind my back, or only support me from the sidelines."
His hands reached up to your face, trembling, cold, so full of emotion he felt like he would combust.
"I need someone like you to stand with me. I need you, Junhui."
It was all he ever wanted to hear. For the longest time, ever since he could remember. Just the thought that you might want him, competitor and all, shakes him to the core.
He grabs you and pulls you to him, hands gripping your waist. Tears form once more in his eyes as he shuts them and presses his mouth firmly to yours, and you can taste the salty tang of them on your tongue as you wrap your hands around his shoulders and tug him towards you. He smothers any remaining space between you -- not that there was much at all -- and wraps his arms wholly around you.
You both enjoy how you mold into each other so, so perfectly -- like a major scale, like a perfect chord, like the coda of your favourite orchestral symphony. One kiss against the next, the tune of your heart swelling into a brilliant crescendo.
You stay like that, lost in the throes of passion, heads tilting to accommodate each other, and when he finally pulls away, leaving you breathless as you meet his eyes, his expression changes into one of such deep love and joy, tears spring into your eyes again.
He draws you into a warm embrace, stroking the back of your head as you find solace in his arms. "Do not weep, treasure. I need you to stay with me, because after all these years of butting heads with each other, you are finally mine."
And as the darkness of the night descends upon the land, neither of you make any move to let go, because Junhui was right.
After all this time, of fighting and being at odds, you were where you really belonged.
With the man whose career you once swore to end, yet the only person who managed to play his way into your heartstrings.
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"And you must still leave, because?" Junhui is frowning, evident even with his head down, playing with your fingers. You look at him longingly.
"To finish what I have started, Junhui," You murmur, looking at him. "There is to be a court hearing, and only then will I know if I can leave him."
He only frowns further. "And you will be going alone?"
"My mother will be coming with me. I would need support."
His expression does not relax as you hoped, as he continues, "I presume I cannot go?"
"The court would be even less in my favour if you were to show up. Imagine the scandal it would cause!" You reply, chuckling as you fiddle with the silk material on his waistcoat, soft and fluffy against your rough fingers. "Why? Can't get enough of me already?"
"Shut up," He replies instantly, voice bitter. "If you had just married me before and not bothered with him, you could've avoided all of this."
"It was arranged, you idiot! And I wonder, who was the one who didn't ask for my hand and pined about it on his own?"
"I did not pine!" He defends immediately. "I could have you thrown out for such slander, you know."
"You keep telling yourself that, Junhui," You reply, smiling slightly. "How was I to know you wanted to marry me from the start?"
"You had your head up in your ass, trying to win a competition that didn't exist," He responds without missing a beat, grinning devilishly, and now you were ready to release a string of curses that would make your poor mother weep.
"Listen here, you little-"
He takes your raised fist and holds it easily in his own.
You scowl deeply. "What do you want from me now?"
"I want you to decide for yourself. Go and do what you have to for your own happiness. If you decide you do not want me-"
A slap to his chest leaves him stunned.
"Are you actually lacking in intelligence somewhere up there?" You hum. "You're much more an idiot than I thought."
"What?"
"I spilled all I had in my mind to you, you nincompoop." You mutter. "I want you. I will only want you from here on out. Don't be stupid."
"Do you mean it?"
"That you're stupid? Without a doubt."
"You know what I mean." He holds your gaze. That in itself has you gaping in mock hurt.
"Do you not trust my words in the slightest?" You ask incredulously. "My, what do you think of me?"
He raises his eyebrows. "After the past ten years? You want me to be honest?"
You slap his chest again indignantly and he laughs.
"Junhui," You say, softer than ever before, and he looks back at you, eyes shining. "I mean it all. Down to the last word. Please... believe me."
He'd never heard so much as a request from you, never mind a 'please'.
"I do. Gods... I do. More than anything." He cups your face affectionately, and you melt at the touch. He seems as though he's gearing himself up to say something, and after a few moments, he finally loosens his tongue.
"From now to the end, I will wait. I'll be right here. No matter the number of waltzes and music I must grace this ridiculous society with, you must promise, promise, you will come back for me." He leans into your hold, and the intimacy, the gentleness Nathaniel never once provided, makes you blink back tears.
"I will." You say. No more word play or snarky responses. Your promise hangs between the two of you, strong as the red string of fate shining between your interlinked fingers, bright as the days ahead.
With Junhui by your side.
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1875, April 2nd
Resounding applause booms through the concert hall. Junhui takes his final bow as the stage closes. Women were swooning, men applauding the prodigy violinist that finally graced the stage of Jahn's Hall. People waving could be seen wherever Junhui looked.
Show-off, you think to yourself. Yet, your legs betray you, standing up to carry you to the wings of the back-stage.
You handle your gown with ease, your feet carefully navigating through throngs of Junhui's well-wishers, the people manning the operations, all the way to the back where you saw clearly a large crowd forming.
Where the crowd was largest was where Junhui would be.
You pick at the bouquet in your hands in slight hesitation, until a man you recognise from many concert halls catches sight of you and promptly yells, "If it isn't Miss Y/N! Another wonderful musician in our midst! Freshly back from the courts eh?"
You shoot him a small smile and a nod, and he immediately starts elbowing people out of the way. "Out of the way, folks! She must be here for Mr Wen. The rumours are true, so move, fellas!"
Slowly, the crowd dissipates, fading to the sidelines, until Junhui notices the strange crowd movement. He looks up from his conversation with another man, and he freezes in his spot when he sees you.
Heart thumping so loud you can't hear anything else, you raise the bouquet (you searched for the perfect arrangement for almost a week, but you would carry that secret to the grave) and with a smirk on your face, you drawl, "Missed me?"
The crowd bursts into noise, full of clamouring and people shouting. Through it all, you pay them no attention, your focus only on the man in front of you, staring as though he's never seen you before.
Junhui stays stock-still for a few moments. You're starting to think he doesn't want you here.
"I know I did not write to tell you I was returning, but I can explai-"
The greatest violinist of the age strides over to you, captures your face in both his warm hands and kisses you.
You can feel him shaking as he presses himself tightly into your embrace, your foreheads almost touching.
"Seven months," He rasps out, pressing kisses on your mouth between each word. "Seven months and not a word from you. I imagined you'd run off with another man."
"Who else could have infiltrated my mind as you can?" You choke a laugh, reciprocating him with equal fervour. "Day and night, I ached to write to you, but I could not jeopardise my position in the court hearing."
"And what was the outcome?"
"Of what?"
"You know very well what!" He says, drawing away from you but keeping you locked still in his hug. "What of the case?"
You stay silent and his smile fades. "You are frightening me, treasure."
You laugh at that, unable to keep up the facade. "Ruled in my favour. We have signed the separation papers, and I am a free woman."
He shouts out something intelligible, and wraps you up in another bone-crushing hug which you happily return.
"I am glad I kept my promise," You murmur as he sways you around, lost in the joy of you back by his side. You hardly notice the hum of activity as someone ushers the crowd out of the room. "I hate to say this, but it may have been the best decision of my life."
"You say that now, treasure," He teases back before looking at you, puzzled. "What promise? As I recall, you did not write to me at all."
"That I would come back for you," You answer, without missing a beat. "That promise echoed in my head, every single day. When I stood my case, when I went to listen to an orchestra play the first day after learning I'd won. When I hastened my departure and my mother told me to be happy, all I thought of was coming home to you."
He pulls back and looks at you, eyes slightly glassier than they were before, and the brightness in his expression, the love in it, etches itself in your mind permanently.
"And you are home with me now."
"I am."
"You are not leaving me again, treasure. It is an order."
"You sound sappy. Stop that right this second."
"You started it first, darling. Your promise echoed in your head? Really?"
"You're insufferable. I hope you know that."
"Remind me when we marry. You love me anyway."
You sigh, half-helpless and half-fond, and reach up to rake your hands through his hair.
"I do. Gods... I do. More than anything."
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1946, November 11th
"Hang that over there, please. Right at the centrepiece of the fireplace."
"Here, madam?"
"Yes. Thank you."
"Treasure, you look at this portrait too many times in a day."
"Be quiet. This was the only good decision you made in our lives."
"You say that now. What of marrying me? Was that not the best thing you did?"
"The worst decision of my life, I can assure you."
"You're a terrible liar."
"I hate you."
"Love you too, treasure."
"..."
"You're smiling."
"I am not!"
"The curve of your lips won't go down. You are not sneaky."
"Shut up. I told you we should go see the classical group before they leave tomorrow."
"Don't distract me. We can look at the picture a little longer. It isn't time to go yet."
"Ah...finally, something good coming out from your mouth."
"The same mouth that kisses y- ow! My face!"
"Not another word!"
"Fine! God, you horrible lady."
"Fine, you wretched man!"
Shaking his head and smiling, the man, much older now, but with the same charming smile and earnest eyes, reaches his arm out to wrap it around his wife, tongue still sharp from their youth, yet still the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. She lets him embrace her, even leaning back semi-reluctantly, to his great amusement.
"Look at that," The lady marvels. "Look how wonderful the artwork is, Junhui. Goodness, I still remember the whole day."
"The best day of my life, treasure," The man responds gently. "I'll never forget."
Snug in each other's arms, the couple looks on, at the memory of their younger selves. The time has come and gone, but the days ahead of them are still as bright, the memory of this portrait just as vivid as ever.
The portrait of a beautiful young woman and a tall, dashing young man, sitting together on their wedding day, arms interlinked and smiles forever etched on their faces. Two violins sit next to each of them, and a small plaque attached below the portrait reads:
"Commissioned: Wen Junhui and Y/N L/N, March 7th 1876."
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author's note:
SURPRISE FIC in the middle of “This Summer”!!
i play the violin, so i was veeerrry excited to write one about music!! especially a period romance?? yes pleaaaasee
thank you for reading! 🎻🤍 feedback is always welcome :”)
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Heartbreaking :( this was a good story though, I enjoyed reading it!
Whispers of Gloom || Junhui
Pairings: Junhui x Fem!Reader
Genre: Angst, Established Relationship au!, Breakup au!
Synopsis: Your boyfriend has always been bad at communicating but when have you ever failed to see through him? So when he falls out of love evidently and struggles within, you decide to be his anchor for one last time.
Warnings: Junhui is in emotional constipation, breakup, regrets, tears, heartache.
Word Count: 2.8k
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Jun returns to the apartment late, yet again. But instead of the usual darkness, he sees light flooding into the hallway from the dimly lit dining.
He's alarmed instantly when he sees you sitting quietly, eyes closed. Because you don't wait up for him, you used to but however you don't nowadays.
When the footsteps approach closer, you open your eyes looking at him.
"I made your favourite dessert.", you say getting up from the chair and walking into the kitchen, "Made your favourite dishes as well but you must have had dinner already so you can eat it tomorrow or whenever it's suitable for you."
Jun is confused, never a man of many words, he just pulls a chair and sits across from where you were sat.
You serve him a slice of blueberry cheesecake.
"Why are you still up?", he finally asks, taking in a bite, the flavours melting in his mouth.
"We'll talk after you finish eating.", you take a seat beside him. Though finding it odd, he obliges.
You run your hand through his hair, feeling the silky locks slipping through your fingers. You must have been doing it for a while because Jun grabs your hand, searching for your gaze.
Your eyes land on the empty plate and you take a deep breath, a small smile plastering on your lips.
"Am I missing an important date?", Jun asks in an edgy tone but you're quick to dismiss that.
"We've been together for 7 years. Before that, been good friends for another 4, so that makes 11 years in total.", you state as a matter of fact, "So I think I can claim that I know you the best, even better than you know yourself, right?"
Jun nods but his mouth goes dry for some reason, he isn't aware of.
"Now, whatever I'm going to say just repeat after me."
"What? Why?"
"Trust me one more time.", you say quietly, "I'll rescue you from another sticky situation, like I've always done. So just repeat after me okay?"
"Y/N, I'm--"
"Please.", your voice is stern, leaving no room for further questioning.
"Word by word okay?", you free your hand from your boyfriend's grip, "Say 'Y/N, I don't feel the same for you anymore, I've fallen out of love.'"
Jun freezes. He feels, he has been bared out. Was he acting so obvious? It's you, his partner who can read him like an open book.
He often wonders if you can read his mind as well.
"Y/N, I don't feel the same for you anymore, I've fallen out of love.", he repeats as promised, his voice almost quivering.
"It's okay, feelings change, you outgrow people.", you say, but every word you speak leaves a bitter aftertaste in your tongue, "Now tell me that 'I have been trying to tell you for a while but I wasn't sure how to do that without hurting you.'"
His head hangs low as he repeats after you.
"I have known it for a while. You might not be good at communicating but your actions speak volumes.", you pat on his shoulder urging him to meet your gaze, "I watched you turning from a partner to simply a roommate I share my bed with. We've stopped going on dates, we don't speak much. Intimacy is out of scope. Even though sharing this apartment, we don't spend time together. We've stopped kissing hello's and goodbye's. Heck, we didn't even have fights, it's like you gave up on us even before trying."
You try so hard to blink away the tears but how could you turn down a whole stream?
Your voice betrays you and with a croak you continue, "You don't have to stay late out just to avoid me. And the ring--"
His head whips up, eyes wide as he asks, "You knew about the ring?"
"I accidentally found it when I was cleaning the house one afternoon. I remember how I froze on the spot and screamed out in happiness. It was so hard to put it back in place and pretend like not knowing about it's existence."
Now it's his turn, you watch in pain as Jun sobs, hiding his face behind his palms. The distance forms a wall and suddenly you can't find yourself to engulf him in your embrace like you've always done.
"I waited each day for you to propose me. Sounds stupid, I know.", you try to joke, "But while doing so I noticed the changes in your demeanor. Tried to shake them off, thought it's just a phase, it'll go away. You love me so you'll eventually come back to me but I realized that five months is too long for a phase to stick in.", your voice grows quieter, your gaze fixated on your lap, "Then I was able to put it all together. You always act on whims so the outcome of one such episode made you buy the ring but your feelings started to change."
Jun's memories lingers back on how he had shut you out. Dismissed your every attempt of rekindle. He was only thinking about himself back then but now his mind burns with the hurt and disappointment those etched on your face everytime he did so.
"Do you think it was a wrong move to ask you out? Maybe it would have been better if we stayed as friends? You were still recovering from the breakup. I have always thought we had connection but what scared me was the thought of being a mere rebound. Maybe I started as a placeholder but we progressed. I was so proud of us, I was so in love. I still am."
He watches your dazed vision, as you speak your thoughts out in a monologue.
This makes Jun contemplate if feelings can really change? To be exact, if he really stopped loving you romantically? If so, then why is he breaking apart over the thought of losing you?
"Jun".
Not 'Baby'. He's not your baby anymore.
"I have marked all the important dates on the table calendar, make sure to set the reminders in your phone or you'll miss each one of them.", you say walking into the bedroom. Jun follows as if he's been put on an autopilot.
When you open the closet, his heart drops. It now has just his clothes, yours are gone. Your words fall on deaf ears as he looks in front. Somedays back you both had agreed on remodeling it because the space was becoming tight to keep both of your belongings and now there's so much space that it's almost empty.
He then follows you to the bathroom, none of your skincare products or medication, remains only his.
In the kitchen, you tell him that you've pasted all containers with labels having the name and expiry date written. You show him the cabinets and counter, informing him where he can find what all.
When you go to the verandah, Jun finally speaks, "You've taken the plants?"
You purse your lips in a thin line, "It'd be a hassle for you, anyways, it's my habit of growing them. It's been a week since I have moved them to Seungkwan's garden.... You were too pre-occupied to notice."
Leave behind something that's belongs to you, please.
His heart screams out the words, only if you could hear those.
"The Paris trip we planned to celebrate our anniversary, I cancelled the tickets and all the reservations.", you inform him, "I just a need one last favour from you. In the last drawer of the nightstand, there's the birthday gift for your brother. It's something he's has been wanting for long, so please make sure to give it to him."
How do I tell my family about what became of us? They love you more than me. They'll never forgive me.
You tell him a few more things which barely reach him.
Then a few moments later, you leave and re-emerge with your luggage.
Jun just observes, it's like he has lost his cognitive abilities. He wants you to stay, to ask where are you going at dawn hours, where is your accommodation, who's gonna stay with you but nothing gets past his lips.
"It's 4 already. Juhyun must be waiting.", you check the time and look at him. Wiping his tears you say, "I'll be staying at Juhyun's for the time being, though I have short listed some of the places, I'll try to finalize on one of them asap. Also, I couldn't take everything with me, so Jihoon will contact you to come and take the rest of my--"
"Can I hug you?", Jun cuts you off abruptly and you're instantly wrapping your arms around him.
He dips his nose on your shoulder blade, murmuring, "I'm sorry, Y/N. I don't want to let go and I know I'll be regretting everything. I don't even remember if I had a life before you, without you. Please let's stay like this for sometime."
You don't know for how long you both stay in each other's embrace in silence until you feel his hands trying to pull you closer which seems impossible considering the proximity. He pulls away only to rest his forehead on yours, "Was I a bad boyfriend?"
You sigh, "How do I set a bar for what's good and what's bad? I just know that I have loved you as the way you were, with all your flaws, with all your strengths."
He's so tempted to kiss your tears away but he knows he shouldn't so he wouldn't.
"And you're the best thing that's ever been mine. I-I'm just..", he trails off.
There's one more question that's at the tip of his tongue. Something he's not scared to ask but definitely scared to hear the answer of.
Will I see you again?
You read his eyes, your answer never spoken out.
I don't think I can handle seeing you once I leave because you fell out of love, I never did.
"I should really leave now.", you say taking off his hands gently while stepping away.
You don't wait anymore, not even a look at your now ex-boyfriend or the apartment, you just scurry away.
Because one look back at everything you once had was enough to dissolve your resolute.
Jun wonders if he's even prepared for his life ahead (without you in it).
There are pros and cons of having the same circle.
It's the wedding ceremony of Juhyun and Joshua today. Everyone is excited and happy. Months and months of planning, all just to see this day.
Seungkwan stands beside Jun as they both watch Jihoon singing to the crowd, fondly.
Jun's mind bears a sail of thoughts. All of them revolving around you. He looks at the couple of the honour, soon to be newlyweds.
Just like you and Jun, Juhyun and Joshua are also friends turned lovers. They've dated for around 5 years before deciding to the level up their relationship. There was a bet within the group to see which one among the two couples would tie the knot first.
Well Seungkwan isn't happy, obviously not because he lost the bet.
It's been almost a half an year since Junhui got to see you. You've done a great job in avoiding him all this time despite of sharing the same circle. Though it was upsetting but everyone understood when you straight up rejected their invitations for any celebrations. Their love for you, have made them patient.
So when Jun out of guilt stop attending the patties as well, they comforted him.
He misses you, before being his girlfriend, you were his closest friend, so loosing you substracted a partner and a comrade from his life.
Everyone knows you'll be coming today, no exceptions this time, you have to be there for the wedding because you're the maid of honour and Jun, the best man. This was decided way before you two broke up. Jun remembers how you joked about catching the bouquet so that you'd be next in line.
He is tired of pestering everyone else to know about your updates. You've stopped posting on your social media and you don't reply in the group chats anymore.
He just wants to see you. The tangent of his life took a hit with everything that happened. Didn't he make it evident that his feelings changed, so why is he hurting?
You take a deep breath. You're doing better but you don't know what will happen once you see Jun. It's not pathetic, you know, you chose not to move on yet because it's your feelings for him, still safe with you as long as they don't make you vulnerable.
As you step into the venue, you feel all eyes on you. You have no choice but to greet Jun as your whole group is sat at a corner and unfortunately or fortunately, he's a part of the same group.
You hug everyone except him. But it's impossible to avoid him any longer when you constantly feel his eyes on you. It's awkward when you both have to stand side by side on the stage when giving speeches and almost face to face from the opposite sides of stage during the entire ceremony.
You really wanted to leave as soon as the reception event started but you didn't want to upset them, they've been supportive specially Juhyun and it would have been wrong to not be entirely present during her and Joshua's big day.
Jun hesitates a lot about approaching you. He doesn't want to evade your personal space knowing he could be the reason you could leave the venue any moment.
"Just don't say something which would make us throw hands at you.", Jihoon says before giving him a hard push.
He almost stumbles upon and finds himself in front of you.
"Do you think there's a chance of reconciliation?", Seungkwan asks hopefully.
"I don't know if it would do them any good but they're both suffering so whatever makes them happy.", Jihoon answers.
"Are you okay?", you ask in concern, it comes out so easily, as a habit.
Jun clears his throat and nods before meeting your eyes, "It's nice to see you again. You're looking beautiful."
You smile genuinely at him, "You too clean up nice. You've grown your hair, it's suiting you."
It isn't as hard as you've imagined it to be. While being with the entire group, you actively participate in the conversations and don't cower away when talking to Jun. Everyone is relieved at your cheary persona, you are proud of yourself.
The night grows and you appreciate that even though you haven't drawn a prominent boundary but Jun is respecting it by trying not to engage or overbear you with his presence.
But his eyes, they don't leave you. He's not sure when he'll get to see again, so he's memorizing you, your voice, your scent, your features.
It's time to leave and Seungkwan ushers you into his car. You take the passenger's seat while he goes off to bid farewell to the rest.
You're scrolling through your phone when someone takes the driver's seat and you raise your head expecting it to be Seungkwan only to see Jun.
Seungkwan settles behind, rather lays down on the backseat.
"He claims he's tipsy, so he can't drive.", Jun answers before you could even ask.
There's an awkward silence looming over and Jun decides to break it.
"Yang loved your gift, he cried upon recieving it.", he says a soft smile gracing on his lips.
You nod, mirroring his smile, "How is everyone?"
"They're all fine. They miss you.", he says.
But I miss you the most. Do you hate me?
"How's your work going on? Did you submit your proposal?", he asks sweeping a glance on you.
"About that..", your twiddle with your fingers, "I submitted it and it went through."
His eyes widen, a big smile now etched on his face, "Congratulations! Oh my god, I'm so proud of you bab-- Y/N."
"Thanks.", your smile not reaching your eyes, "To get started on that, I need to work from Australia for two years. I have a choice to extend my stay as per my like and I'm leaving in the next two months."
His face falls instantly. Seungkwan suppresses his urge to scream and goes back to pretend like he's sleeping.
"Do you want to go?", Jun asks trying his best to keep his eyes on the road.
"I don't know.", you admit, "Leaving this place would be difficult but I think it would be a good change for me. It's not like I'm gone forever."
The rest of ride goes silent.
"Thanks", you say before sliding out of the car when he drops you in front of your apartment building.
As you walk away he calls out your name and you turn to see him running towards you.
"If you need anything, any help, just call me.", he pleads, "I know I'm probably someone you'd never want to see again but please do contact me."
You look at him bewildered before nodding, "Okay, I can't promise anything but I will keep that in mind."
As he watches your diminishing figure in plain sight, tear start to stream down his face.
Maybe it's just a wistful thinking, probably mindless dreaming but if love finds you two again, he swears he'd love you right.
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member — junhui x f reader genre — smut, fluff, f2l, comfort sex word count — 2.3k synopsis — wen junhui: your best friend? check. roommate? check. now you can add "personal masseuse" to that list, too. warnings — description of female anatomy, mentioned that reader gets periods (but isn't on it in this fic), super soft dom!jun, fingering, breastplay, hand kink if you squint notes — requested by @jaemlonfz — this has been driving me insane every time i open my inbox so i hope now it drives you insane too :D if you liked this please be sure to reblog or send me an ask, feedback is super appreciated and helps me write more fics like this!
movie nights with jun are your favorite nights.
that is, they usually are.
usually you get to curl up in bed with your best friend for a sleepover, and despite the fact that you’re already roommates and you see him every night anyway, it still feels extra special. the snacks, the dimmed lights, watching movies into the late hours of the night until you fall asleep.
except tonight.
you groan and roll over onto your side with a humph, and jun shifts his arm around you with a frown. "something wrong?"
"think i'm about to start my period soon. my boobs have been so sore all day.” you whine, and he frowns again at your discomfort.
“would it help if you, like, massaged them?”
you glance up at him suspiciously. “what, are you offering or something?”
he shrugs, far too nonchalantly for someone who just offered to play with your boobs. he did just offer that, right? “i mean, if you want me to. or i could go get the heating pad instead.”
“i… alright, fine.” you push yourself back up into a sitting position, leaning back against the headboard of your bed.
jun grabs the remote and mutes the tv as you tug your shirt off over your head, awkwardly trying not to make eye contact with him when you notice him staring.
you start to reach behind yourself to unclasp your bra, but his hands quickly find yours and help you with it. the loose straps slide down your shoulders, and you catch yourself holding your breath as he pulls the fabric away and lets it fall to the floor, leaving you topless in front of him.
your nipples are already hard, and you force yourself not to cover them instinctively. it’s not the first time he’s seen you naked, but it is the first time he’ll be touching you while you are, and it makes you shy.
he pulls his hands away and folds them in his lap, waiting until you nod before he gently cups your breasts in his palms.
you have to fight the urge to shiver as he starts to massage your boobs, his fingers moving across your chest with tender yet deliberate motions. you let out a soft sigh and relax your shoulders, melting into the pillows. maybe it’s your hormones making you not think clearly, but he actually is giving relief to the ache in your muscles. the fact that your best friend is devastatingly gorgeous isn’t helping your case.
his slender fingers press into your sides, long nails scratching gently against your skin as he works. you’re sure he must be able to feel your racing heartbeat beneath his palm, but you ignore it and try to focus on the tingly feeling in your stomach instead.
he bends his knuckles, dragging the pads of his fingertips carefully across your chest and leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
he brushes his thumb against your nipple and it makes you shiver involuntarily, and he has to resist the urge to press his whole face into your chest. at this point he can’t tell which one of you is enjoying this more, because to him this is a dream come true. getting to touch you, hold you, make you feel good.
he has to focus every ounce of his energy into not getting hard, because it's totally normal to give your best friend a very platonic boob massage, right?
at least, that's what he tells himself until his hand squeezes you a little too hard and you let out the whiniest, most guttural moan he's ever heard in his life and instantly his crotch is stiff as a board.
your eyes widen in shock at the noise that escapes you, but for some strange reason you don’t feel embarrassed by it at all. if anything, you just want him to keep going.
he starts to pull away but you quickly put your hands on top of his, holding him in place against your chest. "don't stop. please? feels so good…"
"do— do you want…?" he stammers, and you cut him off with another soft moan.
you let go of his hands and after a moment he continues, letting him move wherever he wants across your body. you watch his eyes dart back and forth as if can't seem to decide what he wants to do first.
his palms glide over your stomach, creeping lower until his fingertips come to a stop at the waistband of your pajama pants.
"can i?" he asks in a choked whisper, looking up at you with a glazed look in his eyes that sends a shiver down your spine. you whimper out his name in response, lifting your hips to encourage him.
slowly his hand disappears into your pants, and you gasp as you feel his fingers glide over the warm skin of your stomach beneath your panties. he keeps his eyes on you the entire time, studying your reaction as he continues moving down.
he nearly falls off the bed in surprise when he finally finds your entrance, and your hand flies out to grip his wrist between your legs. "oh my god, you're so fucking wet—" he chokes out, adding pressure to his fingertips to draw another moan out of you.
he runs his fingers through your folds before tentatively pushing the tip of his index finger into you, watching as you lean back against the pillows and arch off the bed. "jun—" you gasp, squeezing his wrist tighter.
"stop?" he asks nervously at your reaction, and you nearly give yourself whiplash from how fast you shake your head no.
"don't stop touching me, please," you moan, lifting your hips up to grind against his hand. “fuck—please, jun.”
he positions himself beside you to get a better angle before cupping your pussy with his hand, letting out a groan as he feels your throbbing heat. you keep your hand on his wrist and he lets you guide him where you want him, pressing his finger deeper into you. you can't help the way your walls clench around him, whimpering as he slowly pulls his finger out before pushing it back in.
your grip on his hand loosens and he manages to work another finger into you, your cunt squeezing his knuckles and pulling him in.
“fuck, you're so tight… baby, spread your legs a little for me— there you go.” he coos when you cooperate, wordlessly following his instructions without even a second of hesitation. you try not to linger on the name he calls you but your body betrays you, clenching so hard around his fingers that he gives you a curious look and you have to pretend to be oblivious.
“you like that… baby?” he asks with a toothy grin, and you whine shyly, giving him all the information he needs. he curls his fingers upwards inside you and your legs try to clamp shut around him, but he just pulls them apart again and continues the motion of his fingers.
“just relax, baby. i'll take care of you,” he says softly, leaning over your body and bringing his free hand back up to knead your breast. within minutes he's reduced you to a whimpering, begging mess, and you’ve forgotten all about your soreness with his gentle hands caressing every inch of you.
your breath catches in your throat and you can’t break your eyes away from the sight of his arm down the front of your pants, disappearing from view at the wrist. thick veins scattered across his forearm bulge with exertion, and you have the overwhelming urge to run your fingers over his arms and trace each and every vein.
he hums out your name, drawing your attention back up to his face. “can i kiss you?”
you can barely manage a nod, pulling him down to meet your lips in a searing kiss. his kisses grow deeper simultaneously as his fingers grow rougher, capturing your moans with his lips until it makes you dizzy.
his cock is aching, and if it were any other time he probably would’ve made some excuse and slinked off to his room to jerk off to the thought of you. but he’s so fixated on your body, lips pressed against yours and long fingers buried in your dripping cunt, his own pleasure is the last thing on his mind. he doesn’t care if he never gets off ever again, not when he has you laid out right here in front of him, making sounds better than he could have ever imagined.
he breaks away from you and you whimper at the loss, chest heaving with shallow breaths as he moves down your body to rest his chin against your stomach.
“would this make them feel better?” he asks as he looks up at you, tilting his head to press his lips against the side of your boob in a gentle kiss.
“already feels so good—” your hands fall down to hold his head, threading your fingers in his head in a futile effort to help. “jun, please, you feel so good.”
he smiles again and carefully wraps his lips around your breast, never breaking eye contact with you as he stares up at you laying on your stomach. his weight feels good on top of you, and his mouth feels even better. he flattens his tongue and runs it over your nipple, groaning against your chest.
finally his mouth leaves your breast, replacing it with his other hand as he adjusts his fingers, positioning his thumb against your clit and beginning to rub small circles. your hips buck upwards from the stimulation, but he pins you down to the bed with his elbow, his other hand still occupied with your breast.
“sit still, sweetheart,” he says with a short laugh, though his voice comes out significantly more breathier than when he last spoke a few minutes ago. “you’re gripping my fingers so tight. just relax for me.”
but his words only make you clench around him harder, a choked whimper leaving your lips. “close, jun— ‘m so close, please…”
he curls his fingers deeper inside you, his thumb pressing more roughly against your clit as he builds you up closer to your release. he can tell you’re right at the edge, can feel your wetness gushing around his fingers, and it only spurs him to keep going. “promise i’m gonna make you feel so good, ‘mkay? you can let go whenever you want, baby.”
it doesn’t take long before you’re crumbling in his arms, mouth falling open in a gasp as your eyes wrench shut and your body freezes. your hand tightens around his wrist but he keeps going, the gentle motions of his fingers carrying you through your orgasm and leaving you panting for breath.
every muscle in your body is tensed as he continues to work you until you fall into a second orgasm before the first has even fully ended. your body is covered in sweat as you writhe against his hand, your pajama pants sticking uncomfortably to your legs.
your cunt continues to pulse around jun’s fingers as they grind to a halt, blinking your eyes open as your vision gradually begins to return to you. you let out a shaky sigh and look up at him as he slowly pulls his fingers out of your pants.
“you feel better now?” he says. he starts to scoot away from you, but you whine and try to grab onto him to tug him back closer, and he pauses.
“wait, jun—”
“mm?”
your grip on his wrist is weak, but he lets you pull him back easily anyway. “can you, just… don’t go. please?”
his smile lights up the entire room, so bright that it outshines the light coming from the muted tv. he leans over to kiss your forehead, his lips as gentle as his voice. “of course. what do you need?”
“you. a long, hot shower. but mostly you.”
he smiles again. “i can help with that. if you want me to.”
“why would you think wouldn’t i want you to?” you prop yourself up on your elbows to look at him, catching the way his eyes briefly glance down at your bare breasts but pretends he doesn’t.
he flops down on the bed beside you with a nervous giggle. “just giving you a chance to change your mind. i don’t know if you… nevermind.”
you pause, wondering what he was going to say. the lines of friendship are long gone by now, blurred by activities that feel too intimate to say out loud, but that small part of you is still worried about losing your best friend.
you run your thumb along the length of his arm, feeling the little divot on the inside of his elbow and tracing the grooves from his veins as you think carefully about your next words.
“do you—” you pause, wondering if it’s the right time or even the right thing to say. but with him, it’s a chance worth taking, so why not? you clear your throat before trying again. “will you sleep over? in here, with me?”
he smiles again, and relief washes over you as he leans over to press a tiny, gentle kiss to your lips. “i wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else tonight.”
you grin into his kiss, squeezing his arm lightly. “good. because i owe you a massage now.”
“oh, really?”
you let go of his arm and reach up to rub your thumb along his cheek. “gotta return the favor somehow.”
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lucky cat | wen junhui
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pairing: junhui x f!reader,friends to lovers!,cat junhui hehe
A/N:hi everyone!! i hope you enjoy reading lucky cat :)
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“psst,psst [name],[name]!” junhui whispered.the pair was sitting next to each other in class at the moment.it was the last period before school ended for the day.[name] did not respond,choosing to push his cheek with her pointer finger to the direction of the book letting him know that they needed to focus in class. the boy pursed his lips and blew a raspberry at his best friend’s left cheek.
[name] wasn’t surprised that he had done that,after all he was always the kidult out of the pair. feeling fed up at her best friend’s actions,she decided to finally respond to his childish shenanigans.
“we should focus on class now” [name] squeaked out softly.they did not want to catch the teacher’s attention,especially when they needed to focus in this subject so that they didn’t flunk their exams. junhui merely huffed,decidinh to listen to them.
after what felt like an eternity for him,the bell finally rang signaling that it was the end of class.he instantly got up,hurriedly packing his stuff and pulling his friend’s arm eagerly so that they could get out of school. [name] had smiled and followed his lead.
“where are we off to today,mr wen?” she asked mischievously while catching up to him.the pair were currently walking out of the school compound,to who knows where.junhui giggled before taking her hand.he flashed an eye smile to her,he had mischief written all over his face.
“you’ll just have to find out!”
they were standing in front of a fortune telling shop [name] assumed..? she looked a little unimpressed yet,she wanted to go inside to see what was lurking there.she could have her palm read,she was curious to find out what the future held out for her.
jun on the other hand,looked ecstatic.his face held an expression of excitement,as if he was a kid going to a toy store.he found out about the place yesterday and thought that he immediately wanted to go there with [name].
“are we at a fortune telling shop?” she asked for confirmation.he had nodded his head before pushing the door of the store.she had just followed his lead once again.
the bell at the door ringed signifying the fortune teller that she had customers.it was a middle-aged lady,she had gentle eyes and had a lot of white hairs. she gave off an aura as if she was wise,at least that was what [name] thought.
she got up from her desk,walking up to the duo with slow steps.jun was looking at her and bowed politely, whereas [name] was looking around the store.it was decorated in a lot of charms,but looked creepy.she noticed the woman before lowering her head and wishing her a good evening.
“what would you like me to do for you today?” she aasked.she looked at jun and [name],and a sly smile started forming on her face.
“would you like a couple reading?”
[name] just stared at the lady as if she was crazy.jun on the other hand,seemed unbothered.”i don’t see a problem with it,shall we?” he began as he stared at [name]
she hesitated but thought,what’s the worst that could happen?.
the worst had possibly happened.
the results of the palm reading were ‘utter bull’ as jun thought.the fortune teller had said that their future would be full of conflict and that they would part ways in not so long.
[name] had just brushed it off saying that she was ‘just old and didn’t have the right intuition’ but jun was furious. he said that he would never ‘believe an old hag’s mind’ and said that she was “just too old to think straight.”
he had caused a rage in the store,saying that “nothing could separate them apart” it was unlike him to be like that,[name] thought.jun was ussually calm and collected,and very goofy at times.she had never expected him to be this angry at someone.
of course,she was feeling a bit disappointed because of how the lady said that they’d be apart and the road for them would not be that bright,but there was only a possibility for that to happen,right?
she’d love to stay with jun,he was her best friend! they’d been together ever since she could remember. she wouldn’t mind being lonely,as long as she was with him her heart would still feel content,and her heart would race every moment they had spent together, it’s not like she loved him,but they were just really close friends.
she decided to calm him down and bring him out of the store before apologising to the poor middle aged woman.the fortune teller had just scoffed and said that someone with jun’s attitude was gonna screw his future for sure.
oh boy was she right.
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