Yeonjun Oneshot - Tumblr Posts

— AWKWARD (c.yj)

summary. you let your best friend see your body, and now it's awkward.

wc. 1972 words

genre. angst. college!au.

warnings. mentions of sex and alcohol. suggestive. yeonjun x fem!reader

a/n. the end is rough; i might rewrite it. barely proofread.

one.

of all the friends you have at college, you’ve known yeonjun the longest. your mothers grew up together and were best friends that dreamed of raising their kids together. you saw each other through snotty nose and scraped knees in elementary school and through first heartbreaks and senior prom dates. he was even the one who convinced your parents to let you move from your small suburban town to the big city for college.

tonight, you sat on the couch of his friend’s apartment, nursing another red solo cup, watching him suck the face off of some random girl.

you felt a pit in your stomach.

anyone would think that because you had known each other for so long, seen each other at your absolute worst, there would be no way your relationship would ever cross that platonic-romantic line. but as you watched yeonjun become the confident man he is today, the image of that bratty little kid, who always tried to get you in trouble, faded away. and you couldn’t help but develop these weird feelings about your best friend.

there have been many times where you have actually brought up the idea of you guys getting together. jokingly, of course. because lord knows that you would never tell him how much you wanted his soft lips against yours. especially not after he laughs whenever you bring it up.

so now, you just watch him, as he leaves you in a corner of the house parties he drags you along to, flirt with other people.

you chug the remainder of the drink in your hand, wincing. you hate the taste of beer but it’s the only thing they have at these stupid parties. you get up a little too fast, and the wind almost knocks you back down. you didn’t think you were that drunk, but then again that was your third drink in the last hour.

you walked over to the kitchen and tapped the black haired boy on the shoulder. he moaned against her lips, not even acknowledging the fact that you were right next to him. your face turned red with embarrassment as you tapped him again. this time, the girl pulled away from him. “can i help you?” she asked.

you didn’t look at her, just at yeonjun. he looked annoyed at the fact that you just interrupted him. his arm was still wrapped around her waist.

“jun, i want to go home.” he looked between the two of you, hesitant in his response.

“right now?”

“yeah, i’m kind of tired. don’t really want to be here right now.” you looked at the rest of the party.

“do you want me to call you a car?” he ran his fingers through his hair. are you really trying to cockblock him right now?

“i think i’m going to throw up.” you lied.

“fuck.” he mumbled, “seriously?” you nodded in response.

“okay. shit,” he turned to the girl, his arm still around her waist. “i’ve gotta go.”

“you’re seriously leaving me right now?”

“i need to take her home.” his voice sounded sad. “but, uh… i’ll see you around?” it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself that he would ever speak to this girl again. she pushed him away from her and walked out of the kitchen.

his arm was supporting your back as he walked you to your apartment. his friend’s place was already small, but the fact that it was packed like a can of sardines made you feel a little claustrophobic. the night air sobered you up. nevertheless, when you entered your apartment, yeonjun walked you to your room and laid you on the bed.

“do you want to stay the night?” you asked him in a small voice.

“no,” he was already halfway to the bedroom door now. “i have to work in the morning.”

“i’m sorry.”

“for what?” he walked back to your bed.

“for making you leave early.”

“it’s all good. you should go to bed though.”

“can you please stay?” you asked again. a little more desperately this time.

“i’ll see you later, y/n.” he bent down to kiss your forehead. “good night.”

two.

it was the last day of finals and you and yeonjun were celebrating together in his apartment. “i can’t believe we’re finally done. this semester was rough.” he was double majoring in music business and dance and he had a lot of final projects to complete in those last few weeks of school. this was the first time you had seen each other since last month. “how should we celebrate?” he asked you with a smile on his face. you missed him.

“we should,” you began, an evil grin appearing on your face. “we should play truth or truth.”

“that’s not a real game.” he interjected.

“yes, it is. and we are going to play it, but every time you do a truth, you have to take a shot of this.” you pulled out a bottle of fireball from your bag.

“that sounds like a recipe for disaster.”

“true.” you shrugged. “but c’mon. it will be fun.”

and he agreed.

you were both six shots into the game and your throat was already starting to burn. the questions started out easy and light but now your head was starting to feel a little fuzzy and the air was starting to get a little tense. you sat cross-legged on the couch opposite yeonjun, the bottle of fireball between your two bodies. maybe it was the way he was looking at you or the fact that you had been drinking knowing that the last meal you ate was a nutella sandwich before your last exam five hours ago. whatever it was, it was making your stomach do flips.

“it’s your turn now.” you giggled.

“ok… when was the last time you made out with anyone?” he asked you.

fuck. why did he have to ask you that? you were a little embarrassed that it had been a minute since you had been remotely intimate with anyone. “i don’t know…” your voice trailed off sheepishly, you tried to hide your face with one of the cushions on the couch.

“what do you mean “you don’t know?” he was surprised. he always had friends asking him to set them up with you. “what about that guy from that party we went to?”

“what guy at what party?”

“the one guy who you were talking to all night. i thought you guys hooked up.”

“well, we didn’t.” you poured your shot and immediately drank it. “can we move on? please?”

“well, would you make out with me?”

“it’s my turn to ask the question, yeonjun.” you felt the blood rush up to your face.

“okay, but would you?” he moved the bottle to the coffee table, and inched closer to you. he was right; this game was a recipe for disaster.

three.

“i can’t believe you had sex with yeonjun.”

“yell it out for the whole world to know.” it was a week later and you were having lunch with one of your friends. you told her what happened with yeonjun and she cheered, gleefully, saying that she was happy it finally happened. it seemed like all you other friends had an ongoing bet about your relationship with you best friend, and she just made twenty dollars.

“so are you guys finally together now?” she leaned forward, her palms supporting her chin, invested in your love life.

“god, no.” you sighed. “i haven’t talked to him since then. i actually left when he went to the bathroom and he’s been texting me but i don’t know what to say.”

“you left when he was in the bathroom?” she exclaimed, causing you to groan.

“i made things so awkward now. i don’t even know what to do.”

“so, you’re ghosting him? and i thought he was the fuckboy.”

“i’m not ghosting him. i just don’t know what to say to him.”

“so you’re ignoring his texts. y/n, that is literally the textbook definition of ghosting.”

“what do you want me to say to him? “i’m sorry i’ve been ignoring you after i snuck out of your place after we fucked?” and through text? i sound like such a fucking asshole.” a woman passing with her child glared at you. you groaned again.

“you kind of are an asshole, y/n.” her phone vibrated on the table and she looked at it, a smile forming on her face. “looks like you don’t have to say that through text?”

“what?”

“yeonjun is throwing a party to mark the end of the school year. his friend just invited me and you’re my plus one.”

“he didn’t tell me about that.”

“well, how do you expect him to tell him that when you’re ghosting him?”

“i’m not ghosting him!” you tried to defend yourself. “and i don’t think i’m going to go. what if he doesn’t want to see me?

“if he didn’t want to see you, i would not have been invited. and besides, i don't want to go by myself.”

with one final groan, you put your head against the cold diner table.

four.

you and your friend arrived at the party and thank goodness, you hadn’t seen yeonjun yet. she promised that she would stay by your side all night and you’re very grateful that so far she has kept her promise. the two of you walked into the kitchen.

you’re making small talk with some mutual friends when someone comes in and asks if you know where yeonjun is. right then, he comes into the kitchen laughing with his friend. his smile drops when he sees you. you wave at him, with a small smile. he turns the other way to answer the person who asked if he wants to play beer pong.

“well, that was embarrassing.” you say to your friend, trying to push your tears back.

“y/n we can leave if you want to.” she told you, rubbing my arm.

“no it’s fine. i’m fine. besides, we just got here and you promised me we would have fun.”

“okay, but if you want to leave, let me know.”

you couldn’t even try to have fun that evening because you spent the entire party trying to avoid yeonjun. when he was in the living room, you were in the kitchen. when he was in the kitchen, you were on the balcony. when you were sure he was on the balcony, you escaped to the bathroom.

this is so ridiculous. you thought, staring at your face in the mirror. you sat on the toilet scrolling through your phone until you heard faint voices outside the door.

“did you know y/n was going to be here?” you could recognize that voice anywhere.

“no, but she’s always at these things. aren’t you guys best friends?”

“uh… yeah, i mean.” you can hear him groan. “something happened and she ghosted me and now she’s at my fucking party.”

why does everyone think i ghosted him?

“what is “something”?”

“if i tell you this, you have to promise not to tell anyone.”

“damn, did you guys fuck or something?” there is a pregnant pause on the other end of this conversation. “fuck!”

“and she fucking ghosts me. complete fucking radio silence for a whole fucking week and then she shows up at my place again.”

“maybe, she’s just scared. i mean, your relationship changed overnight.”

“then send an emoji or something. don’t just ghost your best friend.” he stops for a second, sighing. “and, our relationship wasn’t supposed to change. we know each other. we don’t judge each other.”

“do you regret it?”

“regret having sex with y/n? no. i just wish we were still friends now.

me too.

FIRST SNOW // choi yeonjun

word count: 1.0k

genre: fluff

a/n: merry christmas to those who celebrate it! i hope everyone has a lovely day and happy holidays! please listen to txt - sweet dreams because it changed my life

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you remember when you were young, amongst faded memories of your childhood. a boy told you a big secret that if you watch the first snow with the person you like, you will end up falling in love with each other. and back then you were innocent and naive and believed everything the boy had told you. hoping one day you will be able to see the snow with someone you loved and have your dreams come true.

however, every first snowfall was spent with your family. although it was beautiful to see the white snowflakes fall from the sky every year, and you truly enjoyed the time you had with your loved ones. your younger self had high hopes and dreams for a dramatic princess love story derived by the idea of watching your first snow together.

and as years go past you enjoy the cold winter breeze that reddens your cheeks as you stare up at the sky. you never stopped wishing for the romantic moment you’ve dreamed about.

then you grew up. you had long forgotten about the so called romantic dream that you fantasised about and the current you did not believe in any superstition.

christmas was just around the corner, and you had just set up some new decorations around your apartment that you had bought a week ago. finally hanging the last ornament on your mini christmas tree, you brushed off the excess dust on your hands.

it seemed like everything was going perfectly. that is until your friend decided to set you up on a last minute date with some guy you have no idea about.

though something about it told you to go and get ready, you felt bad if you didn’t show up and honestly your friend would have bugged you either way.

and so you waited, and waited and waited. what was once a full restaurant starts to grow emptier and emptier. you realised that you had definitely been stood up, for a date and you didn’t even want to be at. you stomped in frustration and walked out the restaurant with rage, you definitely had to complain to your friend about this.

though you didn’t want to go home in a bad mood. you reached towards a pier, leaning against the railing as you admired the late night skyline across the waters. the calming ripples of the sea soon soothed your anger away and you let out a sigh, steam following out of your mouth from the cold temperature.

and as you continued to appreciate the scenery, you realised you weren’t alone as you noticed a guy just a few meters away from you, approach the railings. his hands in his pockets and his face covered by the thickness of his scarf, he looks up at the night sky and you follow suit. your eyes widening as you see the white freckles of snow falling from the sky.

it was the first snowfall of the year.

you continued to stare at the snow falling from the sky, feeling the droplets at the tip of your nose. and somehow it felt like the stars under the night sky were helping you, you turn to look at the guy who was standing right next to you. the moonlight now shining over his face and he lowered his scarf. a face that you felt so familiar to you, and the sudden hit of realisation when you finally remembered who he was.

“yeonjun?” you called for him, and he turned and his eyes widened.

“y/n!” you heard a familiar voice of a boy call for you.

“oh! yeonjun! look, i decorated the christmas tree myself!” you remember you were so enthusiastic to show the boy next door your creation. you were close in age, and your parents loved that the both of you were friends almost instantly.

“that’s so cool!” yeonjun runs around the tree and you follow him. you remember your parents and his laughing at their kids antics.

as you two bond over the presents under the tree, yeonjun leans in and whispers in your ear, “you want to know a big secret?”

you nod excitedly and yeonjun leans in again.

“i heard that if you witness the first snow with the person you like, the two of you will fall in love!” yeonjun looks at you with a glow in his eyes, and your expression replicates his.

though you never noticed, yeonjun smiles to himself timidly hoping that he could watch the first snowfall with you. and yet he also failed to notice the exact same thought you had but with him.

you walked closer and looked at him. he had grown so much since the last time you saw him. you remembered your younger self bawling your eyes out as he had to leave for the states a few days after he had told you his big secret. you remembered how on the day of his flight, the first snowfall had come. and your family had to calm you down from crying too much at the sight of snow.

though right now at this very moment, you and yeonjun were looking straight at each other. what was supposed to be freezing weather did not feel cold anymore. you felt the heat from your cheeks as the warmth surrounded you both. yeonjun couldn’t help but smile fondly at you.

“finally.” he says as he reaches out slowly to grab your hand.

and you held him. it’s like you both knew what each other meant, as you watched the snow fall between the two of you. you couldn’t help but think of the childhood memory you both once shared. what was then your dream of wanting to watch the snow with him, you are doing so now. it seemed like the stars had planned something for the both of you, and that all you and yeonjun needed was just the perfect timing.

if you watch the snow with the person you like, the both of you will fall in love. you remember how the saying went. and it didn't matter whether if it was true or not. whether it was the snowfall that had bloomed your hearts as one, or that feeling of longing that made you hold onto yeonjun, you chose to pursue it. as long as it's with him, everything seemed perfect.

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bubble up like blue lemonade

pairing : yeonjun x gn!reader genre : fluff, childhood best friends to lovers trope warnings : cursing word count : 1,348 playlist : blue lemonade by red velvet synopsis : you both have been friends for so long but only now you’ve found yourself being attracted to yeonjun, no matter how hard you made yourself try to lose feelings for him. he was just so perfect, from his personality down to his devilishly good looks. how could you not fall head over heels for him? notes : YASSSS i finally got around to writing this. I REWROTE IT 3 TIMES LIKE… oh my.. anyways!! i hope u guys enjoy this one ^^ kinda got inspired by different romance animes LOL, sorry this was so long overdue btw :””

Choi Yeonjun, your best friend of 6 years, who was now also your crush of over 5 months. Probably 6 by now, you couldn’t keep count. The romantic feelings towards him were sudden and it honestly surprised you. To set the setting, you were running for the last race of your whole school year. People were cheering and the sounds sent adrenaline rushing up your bloodstream. High on this adrenaline, you didn’t take notice of the rock that stood in your way. It was big enough to make you faceplant right on the rubbery ground, twisting your ankle in the process.

Timeskip to when you’re in the infirmary tent and Yeonjun ( who volunteered to be your caretaker ) is tending to the wounds on your face and the bruise on your ankle. The cool feeling of alcohol makes you hiss and he snickers at that. “What.” You question as the feeling of annoyance sets in your stomach.

“Nothing, you just look so dumb right now.” He grins at you. At that time, you didn’t think it was attractive or anything ( totally not ), but looking back at that memory now, it definitely set off a firework or two throughout your whole body.

Moving on.

“Hm, you must be relishing in the fact that I embarrassed myself in front of the whole school huh.” You play with the hem of your sports tee, the one that you were required to buy for just this event. You kind of regretted volunteering to join now. You probably wouldn’t be hearing the last of it from Yeonjun until the day you died. Knowing him, he’ll probably bring it up while you’re on your deathbed.

“Yes, indeed I am.” He finishes cleaning your wounds up and starts to put back the utensils he used back to its original place. In the case that other people would be using it too. You roll your eyes at him again, probably for the nth time at this point. “You need to be more careful,” He turns back to you and starts assessing your open wounds again, especially the ones on your face. “Who’s gonna take care of your pretty face if I’m not here?” He caresses your face, his fingers ghosting over your chin.

He was usually flirtatious with you but definitely not touchy. This wasn’t the first time but he was a little too close and it made the circuits in your brain go haywire. You didn’t even notice the breath you held in until he left the tent. Thank god he did because if he didn’t, he’d have to witness the crimson red tint that slowly formed on the apples of your cheek— something you didn’t want him to see, in case he’d use it for future blackmail purposes. You knew better than to give him any reason to make you more embarrassed than you already were.

—

After that day, everything changed— for you at least. The space that he used to occupy in your brain grew tenfold and it frustrated you to the max. How could things change so fast for you? One thing, you hate Yeonjun’s guts, and the next, you’re head over heels for him. He’d be the first person you’d think of whenever a love song played on the speakers of the supermarket. He’d be the first person you’d think of whenever you read a book about love. You even had to search “How to stop liking someone.” or something along those lines, just to help you sleep at night. It made you go crazy.

“You have better things to focus on Y/N! Pull yourself together.” You tell yourself, finally opening up the book that you left unopened for the past 10 minutes you were sitting in the library. You must’ve looked like a robot malfunctioning to other students.

“Y/N!” Speaking of the devil. Just when you finally stop thinking of him, he decides to show up. How convenient! You internally roll your eyes at the world. Damn you universe. You didn’t even get to read a single paragraph from the book you took out. “Hey, didn’t you hear me?” His arms envelop your neck in a hug, keeping you close to him. Close enough for your mind to get hazy off his sweet cologne. Did he always smell this sweet?

Get yourself together Y/N.

“No, I just didn’t want to reply.” You break apart from his chokehold and continue to try and read your book. He pouts at this, tugging on your arm like a little child. By tugging on your arm, he’s also tugging on your heart strings. “Leave me alone, I’m trying to study here.” When you asked the universe for something to make your life more exciting, you didn’t think you would be developing a crush on your best friend. This is why you should always be specific.

He gives up on bothering you and instead opts to instead steal all your belongings, taking it with him and dashing out the library, which earns a stern snarl from the librarian. You tiredly sigh before getting up to chase after him. It was like you were both 7 again and running through your parents house but now it’s through the school’s campus. The nostalgia really hit like a truck.

“Yeonjun! You bitch! Come back!” You say in between breaths. Running was already hard enough, but now you had to scream for Yeonjun to slow down cause you couldn’t keep up. At this rate, you’d have history repeat itself and faceplant against the hard marble floors.

In the distance, you can visibly see Yeonjun slow down— the tiredness of having run at 10 miles per hour finally catching up to him. You speed up despite your stomach screaming at you to stop. “Heh,” Yeonjun smiles like a fool before plopping himself down on the gravel. He catches his breath for a moment, “You finally talked to me.” Was that his whole motive? To get you to talk to him?

Sure, you acknowledge you have been trying to discreetly avoid his entire existence since the day you found out you had a crush on him, had you really been that obvious? “What do you mean? I talk to you almost everyday.” You feign innocence, acting as if you hadn’t been actively scheming behind the scenes.

“Don’t act dumb Y/N, I know you’re trying to ignore me.” He looks at you but with a different look in his eyes now. Instead of playfulness, it’s hurt and confusion clouding his eyes. “Did I do something wrong?” Yea, making me fall head over heels for you. You gulp down the answer back into your throat and instead wrack your brain for something else.

“No, I’ve just been really busy.” Your hands unconsciously twitched, a habit you did whenever you lie. A habit that was now your downfall. Yeonjun, who knows you better than you know yourself, takes notice of your small but meaningful action. Action really does speak louder than words. Fuck.

“Liar. Your hands are twitching right now. Can’t you just tell me the truth? I’ll leave you alone, maybe not entirely but I’ll try.” You exhale and inhale, the thoughts in your head racing against each other. Tell him? Kiss him? Run away? Drop to the floor and play dead?

He looks at you expectantly, eyes glimmering under the summer sun. Whatever, it’s all or nothing. “Fine! You win! I like you!” Your words jumble up and it comes out stringed together. You could feel blood rise to your whole face, from your ears to the cherries of your cheeks. You didn’t expect anything other than a rejection, honestly.

He stands in front of you stunned, and it took everything in you to not run away right there and then. Like in those movies, he traps you in a hasty but sweet kiss. His hands cupped your face and his eyes were close shut. “You know how long I waited for you to say that?” He breathlessly says, staring at you in the eyes with a longing look.

“I literally hate you.”

“Hm, sure you do.”

part of the HEART HEART HEART series

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PS5 (Yeonjun Version, One-Shot, Angst)

Disclaimers: I don’t own the gif I used for my header (obviously) 😁 Creator is credited. Any and all lyrics from “PS5” belong to Salem Ilese, Alan Walker, and Tomorrow x Together.

A Note from Kutemouse: This one-shot is inspired by the song “PS5” that Yeonjun and Taehyun collaborated on with Salem Ilese and Alan Walker. When I first heard the song, I wasn’t sure if I liked it, but after a few listens, I came to appreciate it, and now it’s running on repeat in my head 😂 It seemed like a fun project for Yeonjun and Taehyun. I enjoyed the creative wordplay and the banter between the two voices in the song, as well as hearing the gamer’s point of view.

I can’t tell you how many people I’ve heard complain about their partners constantly playing video games. Most notable was my old roommate who complained that her boyfriend wouldn’t even bother letting her play with him. I totally get that. I’ve had partners who ignore me for their game, and it’s hella frustrating. My husband loves video games, but so do I, and he always invites me to play with him. That’s why he’s my husband 😁 A couple who games together wins together ❤️ Seems like Yeonjun needs to learn that lesson 😉

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Rating: PG

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Hella angst, swears, more angst, yelling at each other, ALL CAPS type dialogue (it gets bad okay), Yeonjun being a supreme jerk

Word Count: There are words.

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PS5 (Yeonjun Version, One-Shot, Angst)

You turned your key in the lock, sighing. Finally. Holy hell, it had been a long day. Between your boss and clients giving you the runaround, you couldn’t seem to get off work before 10 pm these days. But upon coming inside your home, you wished you could’ve worked longer.

Crushed, empty cans were strewn about the floor, half-full ones perched on various furniture. A couple of grease-stained pizza boxes littered the corner, and a pile of dirty hoodies, gym shorts, and socks covered every part of the couch your boyfriend wasn’t sitting in. Even the air smelled unclean, heavy with the stench of fast food, sweat, and the sandalwood-scented cologne used to cover it all up. A cologne that could belong to none other than your boyfriend, Choi Yeonjun.

You precariously made your way through the front room, where you could just make out your boyfriend hunched over against the blaring light of the tv, to deposit your bag on the kitchen table. Dishes stained with food nearly covered its entirety, forcing you to pull out a chair just so you could have a place for your bag to sit in.

“Yeonjun!” you called out as you opened the fridge.

No response.

“Yeonjun!” you called out again, louder.

“What?” His normally playful lilt sounded annoyed.

“Where’s dinner?”

“What?!”

“Oh, for fucks’s sake-” you muttered as you headed towards the living room.

Your once-sweet, handsome-as-fuck boyfriend didn’t even turn as you walked in, his dark eyes glued to the screen, his soft, plump lips pursed in concentration. He had one headphone on still, the other perched behind his ear. You took a deep breath to calm yourself. “Yeonjun.”

“Oh, hey jagi. I didn’t realize you were home.”

You bit your lip to stop from snapping at him, letting out a huff. “Yes, I just got home. Where’s dinner?”

“I actually haven’t eaten yet. Could you order us some food?”

You scoffed. “Are you serious?”

Sensing your irritation, Yeonjun spared you a .2 second glance before returning to his game. “Yeah. We gotta eat, don’t we?”

“Fine.”

You stormed back into the kitchen and yanked your wallet from your bag. You knew the only place open at this hour was the Thai place across town, and they charged extra for deliveries so far away. “Fucking hell,” you grumbled before dialing their number. They took your order, but it wouldn’t be delivered for an hour much to the agony of your rumbling stomach.

You went and changed into pajama shorts and a tank top before deciding to clean up a bit. You loaded the pizza boxes in your arms, placing empty cans on top of them, trying to get as much of the trash cleaned up in one trip as possible. What you didn’t anticipate was the one pizza box that didn’t make it into the pile in the corner yet did end up right in your way. You shrieked as you tripped, cardboard and aluminum cascading down on your head.

“Jagi?” Yeonjun asked, not bothering to turn his head. “You alright?”

“That’s IT!” You picked yourself up and marched over to the tv, yanking the power cord out of the wall.

“Hey, what the fuck?!” Yeonjun shouted before finally noticing you.

Week-old soda dripped from the ends of your hair, staining your top, and doing nothing to quench the anger blazing in your eyes. “Yeonjun, I have HAD IT!” you bellowed. “You’ve barely looked at me for a fortnight now! Ever since you got that PS5, all you’ve done is play video games all day, every day! I understand PS5’s are hard to come by, and you’ve been anticipating this for almost a year now, but FUCK! You could at least acknowledge me when I come in from work! Or, I don’t know, order dinner? Clean up the place? Do the FUCKING DISHES?!”

Your voice rose higher and higher in volume and pitch as you ranted, finally getting the feelings you had been holding in off your chest. Yeonjun stared at you in shock, rose-red lips parted, eyes wide, headphones hanging loosely around his neck. “Jagi, I-”

“I’m not finished!” you snapped. “I don’t recall agreeing to be in a three-way relationship with you and your gaming console, Yeonjun! So you decide, it’s either me or the PS5!”

“What do you want from me, jagi?!” Yeonjun shouted back. “I’m here, aren’t I?! I’m still going to bed with you every night! It’s not like I’m going out and acting shady as fuck, hitting on other girls and shit like other guys! You know exactly where I am, sitting here, online, playing with my friends!”

“As if that makes it better!” you spat. “Just because you’re physically here doesn’t mean you’re emotionally here! Hell, you’re not even mentally here with me, you’re off in some fake world, enjoying the company of the voices in your headset over your hard-working, loving girlfriend!”

Yeonjun didn’t reply, his dark eyes boring into yours, narrow with anger. The speechlessness between the two of you grew until it pressed against your chest, causing your throat to tighten and tears to spring to your eyes. “This isn’t what I wanted,” you choked out before running to your bedroom.

You slammed the door, sliding down until you hit the floor, buried your face in your arms, and sobbed. You didn’t know how long you cried for, you just know you cried until your head ached and your eyes stung. You cried for all the time your boyfriend had wasted gaming instead with you. You cried for the mess your house was in. You cried for the hard day you had at work. But mostly, you cried for yourself. For how stupid you felt as you realized that fucking black and white box was more of a priority for Yeonjun than your relationship. If you could take it outside and run it over along with your love for him, you would.

After your sobs had subsided, you wrapped a blanket around yourself and curled into a ball on the bed, your entire being numb. The door opened, casting a strip of light over your face. You groaned, turning away. “Jagi?” Yeonjun’s voice was filled with remorse. “Jagi, I’m sorry.”

You didn’t bother replying, tightening the blankets around you so Yeonjun couldn’t see the pain on your face. He sat on the bed beside you and stroked your shoulder, his fingers dancing over you. “You’re absolutely right,” he murmured. “I let myself get carried away, and you forced me to look around and realize what the hell I’ve been missing. You’ve been the best girlfriend ever, buying me the PS5 and letting me spend hours on it… And I haven’t even bothered returning the favor.”

You sniffled, fresh tears running down. Yeonjun pulled you upright, concern lacing his dark eyes. “Jagi, please,” he said, running his thumb over your cheek. “Please don’t cry. I’m so, so sorry. I can’t believe what an asshole I’ve been.”

“I didn’t think you loved me anymore,” you sobbed, letting yourself melt into his arms. “You’ve never gone so long without paying attention to me.”

“I know, I know, I’ve been a total jerk,” he said, his voice cracking.

You sat there for a while, letting him hold you as you cried a bit more. Yeonjun chuckled darkly. “What?” you asked, sitting up and drying your eyes.

“I was just thinking,” he said, stroking your cheek. “No matter how much I game, the greatest prize I’ll ever win… Is you.”

You finally allowed yourself to look into Yeonjun’s eyes. “Really?”

The corner of his mouth turned up. “Really.”

Then his lips were suddenly on yours, enveloping them in a kiss. You hungrily devoured each others’ mouths, lips pushing and pulling at each other until you were practically dizzy. “Fuck, I love you,” he murmured, pulling you in for more.

“I love you too,” you groaned between kisses.

He smiled, relishing the effect he had on you still. “And jagiya?”

“Mmmm?”

“If it were a choice between you and the PS5, you know I’d always choose you, right?”

You smiled and blushed, burying your face in his shoulder. It took two seconds for you to lean back, wrinkling your nose in disgust. “Well, I know how you can make it up to me… Starting with a long shower.”

Yeonjun smirked. “Only if you take one with me.”

You playfully smacked his arm, rolling your eyes. “I’m serious!” he protested. “After our shower, I’ll clean our place up, and then? I’m gonna teach you how to play.”

Your eyes widened. “Seriously?”

Yeonjun nodded, placing a kiss on the tip of your nose. “Seriously. There’s nothing more I love than being with you.”

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THE AFTERNOON SUN GLEAMED BRIGHTLY AS YOU WALKED ACROSS CAMPUS, your thoughts drifting as you contemplated your upcoming assignments.

the last few weeks have been a quite a whirlwind, contrasting to your usually quiet days, largely thanks to choi yeonjun, the school’s heartbreaker and playboy.

ever since he laid eyes on you, he hasn’t missed an opportunity to ask you out, his relentless commitment both flattering and irritating.

“hey cutie, you free tonight?” yeonjun’s voice had become a constant in your daily routine, his smooth, confident tone impossible to ignore.

“no, yeonjun,” you’d reply, every time, trying to hide the mix of frustration and amusement in your voice. “i have plans.”

his persistence never wavered.

“how about tomorrow? or the day after? i’m not picky, babe” he’d say with a wink, leaning against your locker with that trademark smirk you oh-so wanted to wipe away. — more under cut !

despite his reputation and the undeniable charm he had within him, you couldn’t help but feel wary.

of course you have heard the stories, seen the trail of broken hearts he left behind.

the last thing you wanted was to become another name on the listen of choi yeonjun’s victims.

today, as you make your way across campus, you notice the locker rooms up ahead.

memories flood your mind, and you quicken your pace, eager to avoid the place where your ex-boyfriend jaehyun and his friends usually hang out.

as you passed by, muffled voices and laughter spill out through the slightly open door.

“did you see y/n? she’s such a slut, wearing that skirt like some kind of hooker!”

jaehyun’s unmistakable voice sneers, his words dripping with malice and hatred.

your heart clenches, and you freeze, unable to move, the cruel label hitting you like a punch to the gut.

before you can react, another voice breaks through, louder and filled with anger.

“what the fuck did you just say?” it’s yeonjun, his voice simmering with rage.

“take that back, you fuckface.”

you hear the movement before you see it. rushing to the doorway, you peek inside and see yeonjun grabbing jaehyun by the collar, his eyes blazing with fury.

“you heard me, why the fuck do you care anyways, man?” jaehyun snarls, trying to shove yeonjun away.

“she’s a dumb slu—”

jaehyun doesn’t get to finish his sentence.

yeonjun’s fist connects with his jaw, sending him staggering back. the room erupted into chaos as the other players jump to their feet, but yeonjun doesn’t let up.

he punches jaehyun again, the force of his anger evident in every swing.

“stop it! yeonjun, stop!” soobin’s voice cuts through the commotion as he rushes to pull yeonjun back.

“this isn’t helping, man!”

you step into the room, ignoring all the eyes on you as your heart pounded in your chest.

“yeonjun, please,” you say, your voice trembling.

“stop it!”

yeonjun’s eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment, the rage in them softens.

but only for a moment. he turns back to jaehyun, his knuckles bloodied from the blows.

“you don’t get to talk about her like that,” he growls, lifting his fist again.

you act on instinct, rushing forward and wrapping your arms around yeonjun’s waist from behind.

“yeonjun, it’s okay,” you whisper, your voice soothing.

“please, calm down. he’s not worth it.”

he tenses at your touch, his breath heavy, but slowly, you feel the fight drain out of him.

his arms drop to his sides, and he turns to look at you, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and something else—something softer, more vulnerable.

“let’s get out of here,” you say gently, guiding him out of the locker room.

the other players watched the two of you in stunned silence, including jaehyun, who cupped his bruised jaw with a glare.

you lead yeonjun to the medical room, your heart still racing.

as you held his hand, cleaning the cuts on his knuckles, you can’t help but notice the way he watches you, his usual aura replaced by a quiet intensity.

“why did you do that?” you ask softly, dabbing antiseptic on his wounds.

“because i care about you,” he replies without hesitation.

“i know i’ve been a pain, always asking you out, but it’s because i really like you. i’m not playing around this time.”

your hands freeze, and you look up at him, searching his eyes for any hint of insincerity.

but all you see is honesty and a raw, unguarded emotion that takes you by surprise.

“you’re serious?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

he nods, his gaze unwavering.

“i’ve never been more serious about anything in my life. i want to be with you. i want to protect you, i just wanna be yours.. if you’ll let me.”

a smile tugs at your lips, and shockingly— you lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

you both melted into the kiss, feeling yeonjun grin against your lips.

it’s gentle and sweet, a promise of something more.

“okay,” you whisper against his lips.

“let’s give this a try, choi yeonjun.”

yeonjun’s smile is brighter than you’ve ever seen it, and he pulls you into his arms, holding you close.

in that moment, all the doubts and fears melt away, leaving only the warmth of his embrace.

and as you bask in each others embrace, something tells you that you’d be grateful for making this decision for the rest of your life.

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미안해 •| ᶜʰᵒᶤ ʸᵉᵒⁿʲᵘⁿ |• [ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ¹ ]

It's been hours since you left home. It's been hours since that stupid argument. But not being here is part of your job, I know.

You were right, it's your room and only you know how you keep it tidy.  Even though I was right too, it's a mess. You should take the time to tidy up a little better. 

It's been a while since I last called you. I asked you to have dinner together, a truce to fix this stupid situation.  You refused my request. 

You're still upset, I could feel it in your voice.

The door to the apartment burst open, giving way to the thunderous voices of the boys coming in, playing and shouting. But you weren't there.

Why did you have to, why if everyone else was leaving did you have to stay? Why did you?

Heuning and Beomgyu went straight into the kitchen, looking for something to eat while it was time for dinner. Soobin took a seat next to me on the spacious sofa. Taehyun walked slowly in our direction after locking the door informing me that Soobin and Heuning had planned to go to the movies before dinner, mentioning that they had only stopped by the apartment to change. But he didn't mention you.

I struck up a conversation with the guys, trying to forget the fact that I felt rejected by you.  

Beomgyu zapped at the TV, while Taehyun fought with him for not allowing him to see what was on some channel. Soobin and Heuning had long since left, excited because the movie they would be attending looked very promising.

The next moment Beomgyu and Taehyun's voices stopped as did the constant switching on the TV. They had finally left a channel. But it felt strange the abrupt change of mood.

I turned in their direction and they looked like they had seen a ghost, frozen with their eyes glued to the TV.  As I prepared to take a look at what had caused their reaction, Taehyun obstructed my point of view and started talking very fast while trying to pull me along with him.

What was wrong with him? I was about to protest when the words of the person behind the TV set froze me in my tracks.

"A second explosion is reported at HYBE entertainment agency. The trapped people could not be rescued yet. Rescue bodies report that they expect 3 to 6 more explosions to happen due to the rupture of several gas lines. So far at least 10 people are reported trapped." 

The three of us kept silent.

Beomgyu changed the channel again, his hands were shaking, we all knew you were there.   

"It is reported that 2 or 4 people could be found lifeless. This is due to the difficult situation and that the location does not lend itself to a safe rescue. Viewers are asked not to be present at the site, as this could cause even more chaos than what is already there. This is primarily directed at all the young women who are crowding around the company in search of information about members of various groups in the company."

Why if I asked you to have dinner together did you have to turn me down? Why do you have to allow your pride to go so far?

One more change.

"The area affected by the explosions is reported to be on the central floors of the building, the area where the agency's practice rooms and locker rooms are stipulated to be located. So far, no injuries or people trapped in the few debris generated on the lower floors have been reported. It is reported that at least 7 people were on that floor at the time of the incident. All the victims have been identified, 4 or more of them could be company personnel and we have the report that 2 of them could be idols. We are not allowed to inform who they are or what group they belong to, to avoid increasing hysteria among fans."

I know it's you, I know because you haven't called yet. If we hadn't argued you'd be with me now. But you're not.

Another change.

"A successful rescue of 3 people has just been carried out, they were found trapped inside one of the elevators of the place, none of them has any serious injuries or damage."

The transmission was cut for several seconds after a loud noise was recorded by the microphones that were in place. When the signal came back on, the reporter was a little further away from the scene and had a frightened look on his face.

"We have just witnessed a new explosion, the rescue corps reports that this explosion can generate a collapse in the construction. Because of the previous explosions the foundations of the site were damaged. So far a large amount of debris has fallen, which will further delay the rescue of the victims of this disastrous accident."

Another one.

Everyone's nerves are on edge, Taehyun still hasn't let go of me, and I really appreciate it because his touch is the only thing that keeps me still standing and not on the verge of collapse.

The door to the apartment opens again, our eyes traveled to that point and for a moment no one came in and it kindles in me the hope that it is you, that you had reached to leave the Company before all this happened. Then Heuning enters, letting out little sighs, a sign that he was crying, followed by Soobin. Again, not you.

—Take your things, we'll go to the company.—

Soobin's request was in a calm voice, but no one moved, we just exchanged glances.

—¡MOVE!—

Beomgyu's shout brought us out of our state. Tae let go of me, from then on it was all a race, the boys looking to change clothes and everyone fighting for the toilet.

I went to your room, I felt calm, I wasn't scared, I wasn't afraid, and the thought of panicking had left me. 

I guess I hadn't quite assimilated the fact that you are trapped in a building at risk of collapse. Because there can be no other explanation for the fact that I was so calm.

I went to the closet and grabbed two sweatshirts. One was obviously for me, it was cool at this time of night. The other is for you, because when you left the house this morning you didn't have one with you and you're probably a little chilly. 

When I returned to the living room, the TV was already off and the boys were standing near the door.

They were waiting for me.

•

On the walk to the company many doubts assaulted me. Will you be okay? Did you suffer any damage? Did something even worse happen in there? Will you still be alive?

With all these thoughts in mind, I began to experience a strong pressure in my chest, everything around me spun and the boys' conversation began to be heard in the distance. I had to call you, I had to know you were okay.

You couldn't leave me now, you couldn't go away upset because of that stupid argument, I started a desperate search for my cell phone, but that was the moment when I started to feel short of breath.

Was this a panic attack?

I could see the worried faces of the guys who were almost on top of me. They all spoke at once and it was impossible for me to understand what they were trying to say.

Taehyun pushed them all away and helped me into a better position so that it was possible for me to breathe.

—You need to calm down, breathe...—

There were no words of encouragement, it wasn't an "Everything will be okay" and it certainly wasn't a "He's safe". Why we didn't know, we didn't know how you were doing and we had no idea what we would find when we got there.

When we finally arrived the boys came down immediately, but I didn't know what to do, would I be able to keep calm now that I had the real version of the event in front of my eyes?

I need you by my side, now I realize how much I really love you.

This morning that you left we didn't say goodbye... we didn't say goodbye, we didn't give each other a kiss. We didn't say "I love you".

While I was in that internal debate of how to take the situation a loud noise like a big thunder flooded the atmosphere. The hustle and bustle of the moment stopped, everyone was looking at that big damaged structure. And without being able to avoid it, I turned my gaze behind the glass to the same place.

A large part of the building had collapsed. The area around the site had been reduced to rubble.

Not far from us stood one of the reporters we had seen on television. He immediately settled down in front of the frame to report on the latest development.

A little further back was a group of firemen, one of whom was carrying a megaphone through which he began to instruct people to move away from the structure for safety.

I turned my attention to the reporter to hear his last words.

"After minutes of waiting, the collapse the authorities were talking about has happened. The rescue forces communicate that they expect to find the 7 people who were trapped lifeless. The weight of the debris is too much for anyone to have survived."

The Lieutenant in charge took the megaphone and made the announcement that woke me up from my state of shock.

—The explosions were on the central floors of the building, the columns of the site are already too badly damaged and the upper floors are beginning to collapse. There is no hope for a successful rescue.—

I immediately got out of the car, it couldn't be true, what we had just witnessed had to have been an illusion, this couldn't end like this.

I need to see you, I need to hold you. I need to tell you how much I love you, one more time.

I ran towards the building dodging all the agents that tried to stop me, if they didn't come in to get you I would, because I need to have you by my side.

Strong arms wrapped around me preventing me from continuing to run into the building. They held me close to his chest, which was rising and falling in agitation, he had run after me. And there, in the warmth of that embrace a new hope grew within me. But I didn't want to turn around and find out again that it wasn't you.

— You need to stop, you can't do something like this, what do you think you can do for him once you're in there? You couldn't do anything.—

Soobin's voice came directly from the one who was holding me, so.... Again it wasn't you.

I felt my heart sink in a sea of anguish. Why aren't you here with me yet? What are you waiting for? Come on, get out of there.

•

"All night has passed and rescue teams have still not found any people trapped under the wreckage."

"After what seems to be 12 hours of the tragedy, the rescue teams have managed to stop the explosions and have also controlled the fires caused by these."

•

It's been more than 24 hours since I last saw you.

The guys dragged me back home, that I needed to sleep was their argument. But still, in the silence of the night, without you by my side, it was impossible for me to fall asleep.

I miss you.

Look at your room again. It is still the same as you left it yesterday morning. Your desk is full of notebooks and notes. On a chair and isolated in a corner is a pile of clothes, clean or dirty, I'm sure you don't even know. Sweatshirts and pants everywhere. And even as I'm admiring this mess again I think; are we really fighting over something so futile?

I need to hear from you.

I stood up slowly, I had to go there again. I needed news, and I didn't want to watch it through the TV, I had to be present on the spot.

I left your room ready to go back to the company. I left without making any noise, but when I got to the living room my plan went down the drain. Everyone was there, and judging by their expressions there was still no good news. I turned around and resignedly went back to the room.

I threw myself on your bed and without being able to help it I burst into tears. Why did this have to happen to us?

The sound of the door was like a whisper next to my uncontrollable sobs, this time that illusion that it was you didn't appear. I knew who it was.

Feeling the warmth of his embrace only made my crying increase. He didn't try to make me stop, he didn't comfort me, he didn't do anything like that. He did nothing but join me in my crying.

I knew that for the boys this was also a difficult situation. But of all of them, he was surely the one who was coping the worst, he also needed a support, but at this moment I couldn't be one, we were both equally broken.

I'm sorry Soobin, I'm sorry for not being able to comfort you.

part 2.   part 3

미안해 •| ᶜʰᵒᶤ ʸᵉᵒⁿʲᵘⁿ |• [ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ³ ]

I am alone in your room waiting for your call to come soon. 

I feel lonely, Soobin has left some time ago, I had no words to comfort him, neither could I ask him to take care of me at this time. 

If I had my favorite guy with me I wouldn't feel fear. 

I feel this fear is consuming me, still no news, where are you? The house feels different, it feels empty. No one dares to smile.  I haven't been able to sleep, I can't eat, I can only cry.  

I'm afraid of losing you. 

I miss that smile when you looked at me. I'd give up everything, to have you here. I want to confess that I miss you so much.

Should I try to sleep? Is this a cruel nightmare? I don't know what to do anymore, I'm not aware of the time that goes by, it seems like it's been years.

I feel I've lost the life that filled me, I've run out of joy, what will we do without you? Nothing will be the same.

I lay down on the bed again, hugging one of your pillows tightly. It has your scent, it feels like you are here with me. I wish someone would come and give me comforting words. I need someone to tell me that you're okay, that you are alive.

"It has been 36 hours since the building collapse. Relief and rescue efforts have yet to find any of the people who were reported trapped."

Thousands of memories cross my mind, the day we met, our first kiss, our first date.

So many good times, I close my eyes and picture you here, You're standing right in front of me, with that beautiful smile narrowing your eyes, but suddenly you fade away, a constant reminder of how close I am to losing you.

"48 hours of searching, people start to lose hope."

"54 hours of searching. A miracle has occurred, the trapped people have been located alive. The search efforts are over now, the city, the Country can breathe easy again."

The door burst open giving way to the rushing sounds caused by the boys entering the room. I took a seat on the bed and they were all there.

Tae was the first to speak.

—They've found them. They've been put to safety—. He paused unnecessarily

Should I celebrate? You were safe now.

—Yeonjun was not with them—. Soobin's words broke my heart again.

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The whole time I was conscious at times.

I couldn't do anything, it hurt to breathe so I couldn't even try to make any movement.

I opened my eyes and visualized the horror in which I was trapped. I forced myself to close my eyes again.

I couldn't look at that, I couldn't look at the place I was in.

I refused to observe what separated me from you.

An immense peace took over my being.

I no longer felt pain, I no longer felt fear, I opened my eyes once again, there was no ruins, no fire. A beautiful blue sky stretched into the distance, I was outside, I was free.

But only my soul managed to escape.

I failed you, I failed to keep my promise to come back to you.

My love, I am sorry.

But please don't forget that I will always take care of you. You and the guys.

Watching the distance of that valley, the panorama changed.

Everything went black and uncontrollable crying flooded the air.

I'm standing outside the mess. When did I get here? How did I get out?

I look around me and there is a lot of movement. Rescue crews are coming and going.

An immense pain invaded my whole body, I need someone to help me.

Somebody please help me. But everyone keeps passing me by, what's going on?

Finally a paramedic seems to address me and I bend down to greet him.

—Excuse me...— No, that's not true. How is that even possible? I looked down taking a look at my body. Everything looks normal but he... He just passed through me.

He went through me.

This really can't be happening.

Desperately I kept looking around, looking for a sign, looking for something that would tell me this was a nightmare. But nothing happened.

And nothing was going to happen.

미안해 •| ᶜʰᵒᶤ ʸᵉᵒⁿʲᵘⁿ |• [ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ⁴ ] final

Mention or reference to death

Again those pain-filled cries broke through the air. And without being able to help myself, I made my way through the place to get to where they came from.

A big group of people was gathered near what seemed to be the most damaged area of the building, I approached

What was going on?

But the image that flashed in front of my eyes completely devastated my heart.

I can't tell you how sorry I am.

I tried, I tried as hard as I could.

Soobin hugged you while everyone cried inconsolably.

Your crying burned my soul, I wanted to hug you, I wanted to come back but that was the moment when I realized that it was no longer possible.

I no longer belong on that plane.

I am sorry, I love you.

This was so unfair, we had so many things left to live, so many years left to live together.

I prayed to God to let me come back to your side.

But nothing happened. Today I left you.

Everything began to look in slow motion, my vision was blurred.

What would I do now? How could this even happen?

I saw you walking away with the boys and I knew it was time. It was time for our goodbye, it was the moment to say goodbye.

Honey 미안해. I'm sorry for all those times I was a jerk and didn't know how to value you. I'm sorry for all those times I made you forget your pride so that you would forgive my bullshit, for every rant, for the fights, for each and every one of my failures. I hope someday you will forgive me, but above all I hope you never forget how much I love you and how grateful I am to you. Thank you for always being there, for supporting me and for loving me as purely as you always did.

﹝---﹞

"The funeral ceremony for singer Choi Yeonjun who was a member of the Idol group Tomorrow x Together will be held tomorrow, October 27 this year in Seongman City, Gyeonggi Province. The ceremony will be held behind closed doors. The dear singer will be bid farewell by family members, friends and agency colleagues. However his family surprised by releasing a statement informing that MOA, the name by which the supporters of his former group are known, will be able to say goodbye to their idol before he is transferred to what will finally be his eternal resting place."

﹝---﹞

We bid you farewell amid tears and praise. A sad vibe haunts us since your goodbye. But for you we will go on, for you we will live our lives again.

Days after our sad farewell I accompanied your mother to your room in the group dormitory.

They were happy to see us and went out of their way to be kind to your mother. I am sure that for a moment she was happy again, but she still missed you.

While we were there, we had many memories of you. We laughed and talked about your habits. We laughed and had fun with the guys, because we promised ourselves not to cry for you anymore.

But in the end we ended up doing it. It was inevitable.

We found countless things in your room, letters and plushies, gifts and details, thousands of things that moa gave you and you kept with fervor.

We also found hundreds of photos of immemorial occasions. Beautiful photos of family dinners, or group outings. Photos full of feelings and love.

But when we got to It, when we found it hidden in your night table, we could not stop our endless crying.

It was still in the bag it came in and it was so beautiful.

We admired it for minutes and I really couldn't stop looking at it, it was so beautiful.

Your mom mentioned that she knew about it, but had never seen it, she knew that you wanted it to be a surprise for everyone, and that you had taken the time to make the design.

What a beautiful detail.

Knowing you, I'm sure it could have been the most beautiful and romantic proposal I could have ever seen.

And you would have gotten a yes. Yes I want to marry you.

Because it was what I wanted most in this life.

But now you are gone and I can only move forward without you in my life. To move on and get over your absence.

In tears your mom confessed to me what she knew about what you had planned;

—He mentioned that he planned to ask you in the new year or on your birthday, he had something really beautiful and romantic planned. He wanted us all to be present and make it something unmemorable for your relationship, he was a good guy, and would be a good husband—.

I couldn't say anything, I couldn't do anything but hug her, she seemed so fragile to me now and it made me want to always protect her, but I couldn't. I had to let her go at her own pace, let her take the mourning you deserve.

She left first and I feel it was mostly the fact that it hurt her to be among your stuffs and not feel your presence. But I did, I felt your presence as something warm that flooded my heart and embraced my soul. Because the fact that you are no longer here does not mean that you just left me alone, I know that you are still by my side.

When I had enough of you, when I felt that my heart was filled again with your essence, when it was time to leave the boys made me promise to come back, to visit them as much as I could, that as much as I wanted to, I would not leave them alone and aside.

Kai came up from behind everyone and with tears in his eyes he caught me in a sweet hug and with his words he made me feel the affection of a universe. I couldn't fail him, I wasn't going to leave them.

—We don't want to lose contact with you Noona, we love you and we don't want to lose you. Please keep coming back. Please remember that we are a part of Hyung just as he is a part of us—.

And I promised him, I promised him that I would come back. And I promised him that I would be there supporting them always, because as he said, they were part of you, and with them I would have the opportunity to relive that part of you that they had in them.

It wouldn't be the same, it never would be.

But just as I needed them, they were needing me, because I was a part of you too, a part that they were now going to need and I couldn't deny them.

Jun, 미안해. I'm sorry for you being gone now and all I can think about is how much I will miss you. I'm sorry for being selfish and only thinking about me. I'm sorry for not wanting to forget you and not being able to let go. But thank you for being a part of my life and teaching me everything you taught me. I will never forget how much you loved me, so please don't forget how much I was able to love you.

I will be happy, that's a promise to you.

Goodbye.

   ×

      ×

미안해;

                  I'm sorry

미안해 •| ᶜʰᵒᶤ ʸᵉᵒⁿʲᵘⁿ |• [ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ⁵ ] αlтєяηαтινє ƒιηαl

Very long text, the end of a series

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we тaĸe ιт ғroм нere;

The door burst open giving way to the rushing sounds caused by the boys entering the room. I took a seat on the bed and they were all there.

Taehyun was the first to speak.

—They've found them. They've been put to safety.— He paused unnecessarily, should I celebrate? You were safe now.

—Yeonjun was not with them.— Soobin's words broke my heart again.

•×•

I woke up, not sure what was going on, without moving I managed to look around, the building collapsed on top of us. Could we die here, would they find us?

I have no idea how much time has passed or if they are even looking for us. I try to stand up. But a great pain in my left shoulder stops me.

It hurts a lot.

I don't remember where I am in the building and it's killing me that I left those girls alone and now we are in this situation. I try again, this time slower. Pain travels up and down my back but this time I don't stop.

I glance around again and remember that it was just that that got me into this mess.

A column. A column was what kept me from being crushed to death. I see no way out, everything is collapsed, I'm trapped.

I need to get out, I need to get out of here, I need you.

I move around the place looking for a way out. There must be a way, there must be a way out.

Please wait, I'm on my way to you.

•×•

We left the apartment immersed in a silence that was not normal for us. Especially the guys.

We were all willing to check on our own if it was true that you were not among those who were rescued.

Because if it was true, if you were not there, where were you? Where did you go?

I needed to convince the rescuers to look some more.

Please hang in there!

The rescue teams are already leaving the site by the time we arrive. It's over for them. They found most of the victims, that's all that matters to them.

For them the testimonies of these girls who claim that you saved them were not enough. I see them crying, I see them begging you to continue the search. They cry for you, they are worried about you. And that's enough for me to take their word for it.

But they don't really care.

They insist, they claim that you are there, they claim that it was you who saved their lives.

Where are you Choi Yeonjun?

I don't want to give you up for lost. I don't want to think that I have lost you. I don't want to get the idea that I lost you.

If they don't look for you, I will. I'm going to get you out of there.

I made sure that no one was watching me, that everyone was distracted so I could sneak through the concrete debris. Not far from where I was entering, the television stations were interviewing the rescued women.

A group of trainees and stylists from the agency.

They asked them the same questions, made them repeat their story over and over again. But they still didn't believe a word of it.

But I do, I really believe them.

My heart knows they are not lying. Whatever happens I will rescue you.

"He was there, I can swear it. He was the one who saved our lives".

"He saved us, he was willing to give his life for ours."

"I owe him my life, that's why I refuse to end the search. He is out there somewhere."

Once upstairs I heard my name being called. I didn't turn around though. Nothing would stop me. I would get to you.

But Kai's screams were getting louder and louder. Which would draw attention. I had to be quick, I had to keep them from reaching me.

—Noona what are you doing? Noona you're going to hurt yourself!— Seeing that I wasn't going to stop Heuning carefully climbed up after me. All the while wailing.—My hyungs are going to be upset.—

—Noona is going to get hurt, but she doesn't care.—

—Soobin Hyung is going to lose his mind when he notices Noona is gone.— Lost in his words we made it to the top of that huge concrete mountain, there were so many places to start looking.

You could be anywhere. They swear you helped them so we have to find you.

We can't give up.

We split up and started moving and searching through the rocks. We will find you, don't worry.

After about 20 minutes a distant scream caught my attention.

They were calling me, was it you? I stood still with the intention of listening clearly. But it wasn't you and it wasn't just me they were looking for.

The boys had already noticed our absence.

I tried to ignore them, tried to silence them in my mind. But I found it impossible the boys were insistent and I knew Kai wouldn't ignore them.

—Min where are you?—

—Heuningkai where did you go?—

—Hyuka!!!—

—Min!!!—

I still continued my search. If the rescuers quit, we wouldn't. At least I haven't

—Huyng!!! Hyung!!!—

—Heuning damn it! What are you doing up there?—Beomgyu's shout echoed through the place.

—I went up following Noona.—

—What?!!! MIN IS UP THERE?!!!—The unmistakable voice of Soobin reached my ears. After his shout all was silence again.

I continued my search, the concrete pieces were heavy, too heavy to tell the truth. But it didn't matter because I just wanted to get to your side.

I felt in my heart something that told me we were close. We were close to you. I leaned down again to move another rock when something abruptly brought me back to my full height.

—Are you crazy? What do you think you can do up here alone? You're only going to hurt yourself!—he was clearly angry and about to lose his mind.

•×•

I was worried about you, how ironic isn't it? I'm the one at risk of being buried to death, but I still can't be selfish, I can't think only of myself. Every minute here I was flooded with worry about how you were doing.

The more time passed, the more it became a torture to keep my eyes open for long periods of time. I was resigned to the fact that I would never get out of here.

Time seemed to move so slowly that it made me think about the probability that maybe I was already dead, but it was not possible, how did I know?

Because of the pain. I once heard that it was pain that made us human or something like that. Because of that and the immense pain that spread through my body I knew I was still alive.

But what I wasn't sure yet was if I would still be alive to remind you how much I love you.

What did we do to deserve this, is it some kind of lesson to make you value what you have and those who are with you, is it some kind of punishment? Thousands of questions come to me in the moment, but so does your image.

Your smile.

It was your smile that made me fix my eyes on you, did I ever tell you that?

Your smile was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and of course it still is. That was the first time I saw you.

It was right after our debut.

Soobin was very tired and looked sick, but he wouldn't admit it. One day just like that you appeared in our practice room, carrying some lunch boxes with you.

Beomgyu immediately stood up to help you and Soobin pulled you to him in a tight embrace. His face and yours glowed with happiness as you were in each other's arms.    And something stirred inside me.

It turned out that you brought some snacks for everyone, soobin bragged that you were the best cook. I can't deny it, your food was delicious.

Remembering that day I had an immense craving for that rich food that was your favorite, something typical of your city. Some time later it became mine too.

  •×•

One by one each of the boys came up behind us.

Soobin was still upset, but I knew he would help us, he would support us. We would find you, we would.

We basically split into groups so we could move the rocks. About 20 minutes passed and there was definitely no trace of you.

Come on Jun, you can't do this to us.

Time went by and little by little more people joined our search. The girls you rescued, agency staff. Even MOA was coming from different parts of the city to help us find you, we all wanted you back.

The authorities were completely opposed to what we were doing, because there was a possibility that someone would suffer some kind of injury. But we didn't care.

More MOA's slowly arrived to help. Girls who had taken a train, or taken a plane ride to help find their idol. I would love for you to see the love everyone is showing you right now.

Why wouldn't we let you, wouldn't we.

The newsreels were all about filming us. They were broadcasting us for hours, broadcasting as much as they could of our search work.

In the headline you could clearly read ;

THEY ARE THOSE WHO STILL HAVE HOPE

And boy, did we have hope.

No one was giving up. We are fighting for you. Hours went by, endless hours in the sun. And now I was really losing hope. We had moved tons of debris and nothing to show for it.

Should we resign ourselves?

I took a moment. A moment to admire all these people who took the risk of joining our search. What will happen will happen. Whether we found you or not, I was going to be eternally grateful for it. Maybe it was time to take a break. Or maybe it was time to give up and stop.

The sun was killing me.

The heat was intense and the glint of something was burning in my eyes. I covered them for a moment, it was bugging me.

Where was it coming from?

I slowly withdrew my hand and looked around for it. I couldn't believe it. It had to be. It had to be. It was your watch.

Your watch was barely peeking through the rubble.

—It's here, it's here."—

•×•

The more time passed the stronger the pressure I felt.

My heart ached so much, I ached so much from how much I missed you and the fear I felt about leaving you alone. I was desperate to get out. To come back to you.

My body slowly stopped responding, maybe because I was tired. Maybe because of the hunger I felt or maybe because of how damaged and hurt it was.

And just now that he was so close to freedom. It was a matter of minutes, a matter of moving a few more rocks. But it was impossible, I reached my limit. I saw the light, I saw the light of my freedom but everything went black.

I wish I could turn back time and not fight with you. Or failing that take Soobin's advice and stay with you the whole day.

•×•

Taehyun ran beside me as soon as he heard my screams.

We had finally found you!

In a matter of seconds there were dozens of hands moving and throwing the rocks in the area where you were. All treading cautiously but in a hurry to get you out of there as soon as possible.

I'm not going to lie to you. I was praying to God that you would be okay, that he wouldn't take you away from me. When we finally managed to get you out of that place, the paramedics snatched you from our arms.

They did not allow us to see you, they immediately transferred you to the nearest hospital, they had to make sure you were okay, that you were not hurt in any way.

I don't know how long we spent in the waiting room of that hospital, they didn't allow us to see you, they didn't want to give us any report.

We didn't know anything.

Was it so serious?

Doctors came in and out of your room non-stop, but they kept ignoring our pleas for information, it got to the point where they forbade the nurses to come near us.

And just like that, one day when we were still waiting for some details about your health condition, this girl came up to us.

It was a nurse, she asked me to accompany her, without hesitation I went after her.

She would take me to you.

You had woken up, after a week, you had woken up and the first thing you did was to ask for me.

•×•

I woke up once again.

I was alone and without further ado I began to remember everything I had experienced being trapped in the building.

A nurse came into the room, not once did she look at me.

—Park Min, I need to see Park Min.— The nurse left the room without giving me a word or even a small glance. Time marched on, but nothing was happening.

Or so I thought, because within seconds after my thought the door to the room opened again.

But this time it showed me someone totally different. This time it was your beautiful eyes peering out from the other side of that door.

You crept in. Neither of us uttered a word. Then you threw yourself weakly onto the gurney crying and with what little strength I had I clung to you even tighter.

I was afraid that we would be separated again. And now we would not be able to find our way back like this time.

—All the time I was so worried about you.—

—Why? It was you who was stuck in that place, you should have left that for us. I was so scared I'd never see you again, that we'd get separated like that after that stupid fight.—

—I was worried about getting to leave you alone, I knew you'd be scared and I was so mad at me for turning down that dinner the other night.—

—That's in the past, let's try to forget about it. We're here together now.—

—Please never forget how much I love you.—

❝ JACK FROST NIPPING AT YOUR NOSE ❞ boyfriend!choi yeonjun.

A/N … special dt @tatanbin here bc u read this piece the first time it was posted as a wip and left extremely generous feedback 😭 and i am forever grateful <3

you and your boyfriend were walking down the street one winter evening when you felt a sudden chill brush past your face.

you quivered as you shook your head from the unanticipated breeze. “god it’s cold. i feel jack frost nipping at my nose.”

“um, no.” yeonjun puffs a heavy breath out of his mouth, the winter fog making an icy cloud out of his demeanor. “i find that phrase quite offensive, actually.”

you laugh a little. “and why is that?”

“it shouldn't be jack frost nipping at your nose. it should be me.” yeonjun emits a low growl comically similar to a guard dog, pretending to bite at your face just a few centimeters away. “your boyfriend. me.”

you laugh even harder, and that made your boyfriend frown even more.

“what’s so funny?”

“christ, jjunie,” you sigh delightedly as you rub a hand through your face in bare attempt to keep it warm. “it's just an expression.”

“an offensive one.”

“jack frost isn't even real.”

“how do you know?” the silver-haired challenges, eyebrows raised in triumph. “why do you think we have winter here?”

“uh, the tilt of the earth's axis?”

“wow.” yeonjun clicked his tongue as he shook his head in a teasingly solemn manner. “now you're just pushing it.”

neither of you happen to realize you've already stopped walking until you hear the wicked giggles of three children, hiding behind the bench that was barely a few feet away. lost, you tilt your head to the side as their's tilted up in salute to what was above waiting for you both. oh.

oh.

a pair of evergreen leaves aligned by a small cluster of three red berries. what perfect timing.

the man beside you let out what was nearly an inaudible gasp before snickering and looking away. after a minute of shared laughter, he then diverted his attention to the kids to stick out his tongue at them playfully.

“run along now children, things like these are a bit too graphic for your age!” and then it was your turn to gasp as you pushed your boyfriend out of reach.

yeonjun laughed pridefully before grabbing ahold of your waist and pulling you close. his wide grin soon tamed into a smaller tight-lipped smile but that made no utter difference to the amount of love his eyes had it in for you. his forehead pressed against yours once he leaned overwhelmingly near, eyes fluttered shut and that was your cue to do so as well—

“OW!” you yelp, grabbing your now reddening nose. “yeonjun, what the hell!”

“oops.” your boyfriend now wore that shit-eating smirk of an accomplishment (the one you want to punch off his face really bad), leaned against the outer brick wall as he mindlessly picks at his nails. he then chuckles at your bewildered state before pecking the tip of your nose in the form of an unspoken apology.

“i didn’t bite too hard, did i, snowflake?”

song: 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖕𝖘 - 𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖓 𝕳𝖎𝖑𝖑 🫦

Yeonjun x afab!reader // 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1.2𝘬

𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 ✦ 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒻𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃

‼️ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: smut, oral (f!receiving), mentions of drug use (weed), dirty talk, use of the word slut once

©𝗻𝗼𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗳𝗲𝗶 <𝟯 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱. 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺. 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻.

“You're staring.”

Your boyfriend’s voice broke you from your stupor and, realizing you were staring at his lips, you quickly fixed your gaze. “No I wasn’t!”

Your boyfriend’s voice broke you from your stupor and, realizing you were staring at his lips, you quickly fixed your gaze. “No I wasn’t!”

Yeonjun giggled. “Damn, I had some good shit, huh?”

You playfully rolled your eyes at him. He had invited you over to his dorm to smoke and play video games, but that second part of the plan was long forgotten after the blunt was finished. Now, you two were laying across his bed, completely stoned and just enjoying each other’s company. Yeonjun had put on some chill r&b playlist of his and it was definitely helping you to relax.

Yeonjun shifted closer to you, but you quickly rolled over to face away from him. You could almost feel the competitive fire igniting in him, heating up the air around the two of you, exciting you as well. You felt his strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into him until your back was against his chest. His soft lips met the shell of your ear, sending a shiver through you. “You wanna tell me what you were staring at?” His voice was low and sultry, and you knew he knew exactly what you were staring at, but he loved playing with you.

After a moment of your silence, he turned you to face him, just to be met with you sticking your tongue out at him. Yeonjun chuckled lowly, his eyes locked onto yours. He was intimidating in the most exciting way. “I wasn’t staring!” You stubbornly insisted.

Instead of replying, Yeonjun stared you down. What was he thinking abo-oh.

His tongue darted out over his lips to wet them, the movement breaking your eyes away and onto his plump, pillowy lips. He smirked and your gaze returned to his. Your breathing grew heavier as his eyes darkened. Fuck, he had you now. “Like what you see?” He pursed his lips and you giggled, trying to ignore the wetness growing between your legs. Maybe you still had a chance.

You crawled on top of him, pinning him to the bed. You knew damn well this man was strong enough to break free if he wanted, but he seemed to be allowing you to take your turn with him. You brought your face closer, stopping so your lips were mere centimeters away from his own. Yeonjun’s eyes were red, lids low, an intensity in his gaze as he waited to see what you would do. Your boyfriend was already hot as hell, but when you two were high? He was irresistible.

Your confidence wavered for a moment and he noticed, taking the opportunity to lean forward and kiss you hard. Your high made you way more sensitive and a small whimper left your throat as he wrapped his arms around you. Yeonjun smiled against your mouth before swiping his tongue over your bottom lip. You immediately opened your mouth, letting him completely take over the kiss.

His tongue explored your mouth, one hand supporting the back of your head while the other groped your curves. The air around you too only grew hotter. You knew you lost the game, but you definitely didn’t mind now.

Yeonjun’s ego was fed, a sexy cockiness taking over him as he dragged his tongue against your own and felt your body giving in to him. He rolled you over, pinning you to the bed beneath him. You chased his lips as he broke the kiss, but he turned his head to trail kisses from your jaw to your ear. “If you wanted to feel my lips on you, Babygirl,” he purred as he took your earlobe between his teeth and tugged, “all you had to do was ask.”

He leaned down as if to kiss you again, but pulled away when you tried to meet his lips. You whined out, eyes staring up at him wide and pleading. Your desperation was amusing him. To make things more humiliating, he pulled back far enough to take in your whole face, admiring your glossy eyes and heated cheeks. As he pinned your arms above your head, you had nowhere to hide, forced to fully face his intimidating gaze. “Fuck,” you whispered. “Please?”

“What was that, Darling?” He teased, tilting his ear closer to you. “I couldn’t quite hear you.”

He was going to be the death of you. “Yeonjun, please! I need your lips on me, please.” Your begging paid off, fueling the blazing fire in his eyes, and he planted a firm kiss to your lips before traveling down your body. You squeaked as he nearly ripped your sweatpants off, jolting as the cold air met your core.

“Fuck, Y/n, no underwear?” Yeonjun groaned before gripping your thighs with his strong hands and pulling your center closer to his face. He spread your legs wide, massaging your thighs and admiring your slick folds. You shivered as his breath fanned over your core, your eyes meeting his burning, black ones. “My pretty little slut, so dirty for me. Lemme show you what my lips can do, Baby.”

You watched Yeonjun lean down and kiss your clit lightly before beginning to viciously make out with your pussy. Your body reactively tried to rise to meet his mouth, but his arms held your hips firm against the mattress. Cries of pleasure left your lips as his tongue explored your folds, coming up to flick your clit hard before licking down over your hole and back up. He was driving you mad with pleasure, the weed not helping to keep you grounded. He devoured you like a man starved. You cried out as he sucked on your clit, your own voice sounding foreign to you. “Fuck, Yeonjun!” You whined, unable to form the right words for what you wanted.

He slowed down, keeping your hips pinned as he lazily dragged his tongue around your hole. He remained there for a moment, the way your hole clenched with every pass of his wet muscle had him reaching a new high. He kissed your pussy lightly before pulling away just enough to make eye contact with you. “Fuck, Baby, you look so fucking beautiful like this, all spread out for me.” He growled, lips glistening with your juices. Another kiss to your lower lips. “You gonna cum all over my tongue, hm? Gonna make a pretty mess on my pretty lips?”

You whined desperately, too worked up to produce a proper response. And of course, Yeonjun noticed.

“You’re so cute when you’re high, it just makes me want to ruin you even more.” He lowered his lips until they were just above your folds, eyes remaining locked on yours. “Use my mouth, Baby. I want to feel you cum around my tongue.” At that, he poked his tongue around your hole before shoving it inside you. He released his grip on your thighs, allowing you to grind against his tongue as he fucked it in and out of you. His fingers pinched your clit and you suddenly came hard. He lapped at your folds, letting you ride out your orgasm, licking up every last drop of you until you began to whine from overstimulation.

You pushed his head up and admired his blown out eyes and wet lips. “Jesus, you’re something else, Choi Yeonjun,” you huffed, pulling his face towards yours, kissing him deeply. You moaned as you tasted yourself on his lips. After a moment, you pulled back slightly. “My turn to show you what my mouth can do.” He smiled wide and quickly yanked off his pants. The night was just beginning.