Don't [Myungsoo]
I have reached that stage where I write things and delete them quickly because I’m quick to judge it. And then hate it :S So I apologize. That’s exactly why I didn’t have an update yesterday. No matter how much I wrote or what I wrote I ended up trashing it all. I worked on this almost all day today because at one point I really hated it but then I fell in love with it. In the end, I’m really happy with how it came out but…I’m kind of torn D: I’ve kind of lost my mind and I don’t know if this is really good or if it’s complete garbage and I’m just thinking it’s good because I like it *laugh* OTL Still I really hope you enjoy?
I used this song as inspiration. I would be happy if you listen to it while you read because the bolded words throughout the scenario are the lyrics that I spent an hour translating myself ; U ; It’s a personal favorite of mine. And as always, I can’t guarantee the accuracy of the lyrics since I’m not fluent in Korean~<3 [I do my best with what I know though]
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“Can you wait a little bit? I’ll come and pick you up.” he said to you softly.
You could only manage a furious nod of your head as you tried your best to suppress the sniffles.
“Tell me.” he started but you sniffled at the same time, “Tell me, where are you right now?”
Oreo [Woohyun]
I was told that I’ve been ignoring Woohyun lately…which isn’t a lie really…I’ve just been having too many feels for other members ^^ So I have this for you all~<3 I didn’t put too much thought into names since this is the only time I’ll be using the character I created. You should DEFINITELY check this out because without that, this scenario wouldn’t exist :) And that’s it from me today~ Enjoy?
[EDIT: I forgot! Woohyun and the Reader Character are just dating O U O)b And again, enjoy?]
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Woohyun let out a sigh as he dropped onto the sofa beside you.
You smiled and turned to him, “Tired?”
He ran his hands through his hair and raked them back all the way to his neck, “Absolutely tired.”
You reached over and tucked some of his stray hairs behind his ear, “You did a good job though.”
He turned to you with a grin, “Thanks.”
He let his head roll back to rest on the back of the sofa and he slouched down a bit.
You stared at him a moment and you couldn’t stop the snicker that slipped past your lips.
“What?” he rolled his head to look at you. His eyebrow quirked up and he stared at you in anticipation.
“You have a bit of stuff right here.” you reached your hand out again and swiped your index finger at the corner of his lip.
Myungsoo: When You Avoid Him
Author’s Note: Myungsoo for anon! I feel like this scenario majorly sucks and I didn’t know how to make it any better. LOL. Please don’t hate me. I promise I’ll do better! <3
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You could feel his eyes watching you from the other side of the cafeteria, but you steadily held your gaze on your tray of food in front of you as you avoided his stare. You cleared your throat quietly, only glancing up when your friend said something to you, causing you to smile at her out of politeness. You had no clue what she had actually said.
You could feel him there before you saw him and you quickly looked back down at your food, inhaling a sharp breath when he walked by you. You tensed up when his jacket grazed across the back of your hair in passing and you only breathed when you knew he was out of the area.
You inwardly cursed yourself for ever telling your best friend about your crush on one of the most popular boys in your high school. In a drunken state at someone’s party after a soccer match, your friend let slip your little secret to the one person you didn’t want to know. Now the whole school knew and things had started to becoming especially difficult for you during your classes.
Girls looked at you funny, boys snickered when you passed by them, and the object of your affection couldn’t take his eyes off of you.
You weren’t sure if that was a good thing or not, but you decided to avoid him none the less.
Though, it would be difficult seeing as he was your next door neighbor and all. And you hadn’t even spoken two words to him.
You were certain that the only reason he was staring at you as adamantly as he was, was because he couldn’t figure out how someone like you could possibly think they could have a chance with someone like him.
He was perfect and you were… well. You were alright.
You stood at your locker after school, having successfully avoided Kim Myungsoo for the majority of the day. You sifted through your books, picking out the ones that were needed for your after school assignments before closing your locker shut with a quiet snap and turning to leave the building. You jumped when your vision was blocked by a light blue button up shirt and blinked when you looked up and saw a pair of intense eyes staring back at you.
“Have you been avoiding me?” Myungsoo asked. Your eyes widened and you swallowed heavily, glancing at a pair of girls who started whispering as they walked by you. He ducked his head to the side to catch your attention and you looked at him again in surprise.
He frowned at you, tilting his head to the side. You cleared your throat a bit.
“Uhm…” you started. “I—.. why would I be avoiding you?” you asked. This was strange. The two of you had barely even exchanged ‘hellos’ before and he had caught on to the fact that you had, indeed, been avoiding him all day.
“Is it because you like me?”
You blinked again before blushing like crazy. How could he be so blunt about the whole thing?!
You felt a bit hurt at how sudden he brought up the issue, taking his abruptness as a sign of rejection.
“You don’t have to say it like that..” you mumbled. He frowned at you, noticing you looking away again before he spoke quickly.
“Wait. I didn’t mean it like…” he sighed, running a hand through his perfect hair and making it a complete mess.
“I like you,” he said finally. “Though, obviously neither one of us are brave enough to say anything.” He let out a nervous laugh.
Your attention snapped to him immediately, your eyes widening at his words.
“You like me??” you asked suddenly. He nodded. You watched him warily. “….. Really?”
He laughed at how unsure you were. “Yeah. Really.”
“Oh.” That’s all you could say. You mentally slapped yourself for how stupid you probably looked right now.
You put your hands up to your cheeks when you realized how much you were blushing and you felt a sudden tightness in your stomach as realization washed over you.
Holy shit.
He liked you. Kim Myungsoo liked you.
You must have looked ridiculous because Myungsoo started laughing, grabbing your wrist to pull it away from your face and slipping his hand in yours.
“I’ll walk you home?” he asked, grinning down at you. You smiled back at him shyly before nodding in approval.
You would have to remember to thank your loud mouth best friend later.
Request: Break [Sungyeol]
Request: You try to tell him you love him but he keeps interrupting — Sungyeol
O U O Just some small trivia~<3 It won’t affect your reading at all but it’s something I put a lot of thought into…so…if you’re interested you can read this long note, if not go ahead and skip this~.
Love in Korean is 사랑 (sarang), Lollipop[I cheat a bit because it should really be Candy > 3<] is 사탕 (satang), Lettuce is 상추 (sangchu), Lion is 사자 (saja), Lift is 상향 (sanghyang) [this one is a really rarely used word though ^^], and Line is 선 (seon)…at least I’m pretty sure these are all correct. Anyway, I chose words that all started with an ‘S’ sound in Korean but come across as ‘L’ words in English. > 3< There were actually less than I thought there would be. OTL But you’ll see how it plays out in the scenario *laugh* Enjoy?
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You watched Sungyeol sit and flip his bangs across his forehead. His brow was furrowed and he couldn’t seem to sit still.
“What are you doing?” you asked him finally before your curiosity ate you alive.
He turned to you and gave you a toothy grin, “Trying to see which looks better on me.”
He flipped his bangs over to the right side of his face with a sigh, “Does it look better on this side?”
He flipped it back to the left, “Or this side?”
Hoya - Sexual Tension
*I apologise for our inactivity recently. I go back to school on Tuesday so I’ll be even less active but i’m sure the other admins will pick up their pace.
You and Howon stood glaring at one another from opposite sides of the room. He had just dragged you away from the bar, you were enjoying yourself. Now you were stuck in his stupid apartment and he was glaring at you.
“Why did you do that? I was having fun!” You shouted in anger. Howon sighed heavily.
“Too much fun.” He muttered under his breath. You sent him an ice cold glare.
“You have no right to drag me away like that.” You sulked, crossing your arms. Howon stormed over to you.
“I’m your best friend I have every right!” He argued back, throwing his hands in the air to express his anger.
“You have every right to ask me to stop, not to drag me out. Why are you so up in arms about this!?” You raised your voice. Howon’s hand went through his hair and he looked at you.
“Because I hate seeing you with other guys!” He yelled. The room fell deadly silent. Howon’s heavy breathing was dwelling in your ears and within a second, your lips were together and he was pulling you by your waist towards the couch when he eased you onto the surface and hovered over you.
Request ~ When he gets jealous (Sungyeol)
Your stomach sinks as your eyes meet his in the midst of the busiest city in Seoul. You panic and look around, hoping for an easy exit, but you find no such thing. He’s jogging towards you now, so you take a deep breath and squeeze your boyfriend’s hand.
“_______, long time no see!” he says excitedly, there’s a spark in his eyes that you wish would just go away. Your boyfriend is definitely going to get the wrong message.
“Ah, yeah,” you say awkwardly, hoping for all of this to just end. “How are you?”
“I’m great. It’s so nice to see you,” he grins. His eyes don’t stray from yours, and you wonder if he even sees the possessive grip your boyfriend has around your waist. You squeeze the hand that has secured itself to your side in an attempt to reassure him that you’re definitely not going anywhere.
Dongwoo: Protective.
“Do you have to wear that?” Dongwoo asked as he watched you perfect your hair in the floor length mirror. You looked at your reflection and directed your eyes to Dongwoo’s. You sighed heavily.
“Don’t you like it?” You frowned slightly, dropping your hands and deliberately pouting at him. He slowly walked over and wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder.
“I love it but… So will other people.” He mumbled the last part quietly. You bit your lower lip and spun around, adjusting his tie. He looked good in a tight suit, slightly messy fringe covering his forehead.
“So what if men look at me? They’ll look at me and then my handsome boyfriend and be jealous.” You grinned, patting his suit down and pecking his cheek. He frowned and began to laugh as you patted his cheeks. He eventually gave in and let you wear what you wanted to. He grabbed the room card and his wallet before leading you out of the apartment.
You squealed slightly as you approached the boys and managed to wriggle free from Dongwoo’s tight grip and wrapped your arms around Sungyeol first, him being the member you were closest to excluding Dongwoo. You hugged the other guys and stepped back against Dongwoo, grinning. You then turned your attention to the slim looking female standing beside Woohyun. As they lead the group into the club, slowly, you stood with Hoya on one side and Dongwoo on the other.
“Who is that?” You asked Hoya quietly. He looked at you, then at her and shrugged.
“Woohyun’s plus one for tonight. Never seen her in my life, have you Dongwoo?” He asked, chuckling slightly.
“Never.” Dongwoo shook his head, pulling a face at the young woman. You whacked his chest playfully and finally entered the club. It was crowded, loud and there was clearly more men than women. Nonetheless, the boys found a large podium and you all crowded around it. Sunggyu left to get the first round and everyone got talking.
“Come dance with me~” You whined to Dongwoo, pulling on his arm. He was very reluctant about it and you gave up. You weren’t going to win if Dongwoo was giving his no nonsense stare. Sunggyu came back with a plate of drinks and you took a sip before frowning at Dongwoo and following Woohyun, the random woman and Hoya to the dance floor, Dongwoo’s disapproving glare staying with you.
You weren’t dancing in a sexual manner or acting pretty suggestive, you were simply swaying your hips a little and you were sticking close to Hoya, despite his female attention. When, out of nowhere, a man who must have been a few years older than you slowly made his way to you and began to dance quite suggestively behind you. Dongwoo was watching from afar, Myungsoo put his hand on his arm to keep him where he was but the second the guy grinded up against you and you jumped forward, away from him, he came storming down. You looked to Dongwoo who had his eyes narrowed and watched in sheer horror as in the middle of a crowded dance floor, he grabbed him by the shirt and slammed him up against the wall.
“Who the hell do you think you are!?” He yelled, his face centimeters from the other. You knew security were gunna be called and in rapid time, you saw the guys begin to make their way over as you stood helplessly in the situation.
“And who are you?” The stranger scoffed but winced as Dongwoo slammed him against the wall again.
“Her boyfriend, what do you think you’re doing!? Grinding up on my girl.” He yelled, raising his hand and you screamed but he was soon apprehended by security.
“If I ever see you again.” He growled pointing at the stranger who remained up the wall. You watched Dongwoo be pulled away, the boys went to follow him but you stopped them.
“We’ll call it an early night, you guys enjoy the club.” You insisted and with that, you quickly left.
Dongwoo was standing outside, breathing heavily. You quickly hurried towards him, not usually this violent, you put it down to alcohol.
“I’m sorry.” He mumbled. “When I saw him grind on you I just, I snapped.” He raised his hands as he shook his head. You gently cupped his cheek.
“It’s fine, baby. It’s fine.” You hushed, he was beginning to get him in a state and now you remembered why he rarely drunk. He pouted slightly.
“Let’s get you home.” You grinned, pecking his lips. He nodded and pulled you into a hug as you called a cab.
Spending time with your kid(s)
Sunggyu:
“Yejin-ah, what did Appa say about not sharing the swings with the other kids?” Sunggyu said sternly yet gently. You laughed to yourself quietly, you couldn’t help it. Your daughter pouted and nodded. “Neh, appa~” Sunggyu smiled and pat her head before helping her back onto the swings. You watched from behind as he gently pushed her on the swings.
You crept behind him, surprising him with a back hug. He turned around, laughed, and planted a kiss on your forehead.
Your daughter pouted, tapping her forehead too. “Me too, appa!” Sunggyu smiled, giving her a kiss too.
Dongwoo:
Dongwoo rolled on the grass in a hysterical fit as your three-year-old son tried to tickle him. They were both having giggling fits — it was absolutely adorable. They both had the same bright smiles and cheerful personality.
“Hyunwoo-yah, tickle mommy too.” Dongwoo said, sitting up as he poked your stomach. You flinched, bursting into laughter as they attacked you with tickles and pokes. You were nearly on the verge of tears from laughing when Dongwoo scooped your son up into his arms and away from you. “That’s enough for today, rascal.” He laughed.
Woohyun:
“Okay, there is one way to capture all girls’ hearts. And this, is how you do it.” Woohyun demonstrated, throwing hearts. You groaned as your toddler copied him. Instead of teaching him the alphabet, Woohyun was busy teaching him aegyo.
Woohyun smiled, pulling him onto his lap and faced you. “Kang-ah, it’s time for your secret weapon.” You blinked, slightly curious. Your son eyesmiled, looking just like Woohyun, as he placed his tiny fists by his cheeks. “Bbuing bbuing~”
You burst out into a fit of laughter as Woohyun gave him a high-five.
Hoya:
Hoya stared at the baby in alarm as she burst into tears. You sat on the couch, observing them quietly. He rubbed his neck awkwardly as he rubbed her back gently. “Come on…don’t cry…” He was still slightly uncomfortable with your child, still getting used to the fact that he was now a father. You tried not to smile as Hoya tried desperately to stop her crying. He waved a teddy bear in her face but she continued to cry, her tiny face turning red.
“Jagiya, how do I —” He asked, turning to you for help. “Come on, you know what to do. We’ve been through this.” You said encouragingly. Hoya nodded slowly, carefully picking her up. He held her close to his chest as he rocked gently back and forth, patting her back. She immediately calmed down, her loud wailing quieting down to a calm whimper. He beamed at you and before he could say anything, you brought a finger to your lips. “Ssh, she’s about to sleep.” You whispered.
Sungyeol:
Sungyeol chased your twin boys across the park. “YAH, JAEHYUN, JAEWOO, GET BACK HERE!” He screamed as they ran around hysterically, laughing their heads off. You rolled around on the bench, laughing your head off. Earlier, your rascals had untied his shoe laces when he wasn’t looking, causing him to trip when he stood up. Now, being the choding he was, he was trying to get revenge.
The boys climbed up a ladder and sat at the top of the slide, sticking their tongues out. “Appa, mehrong~” They teased. “Yah, yah, yah! Get over here!” Yeol exclaimed, trying to climb up the slide. He lost his footing and you all laughed as he slipped right back down. He looked at you with a pout. “Yeobo, help me out~ Our kids are bullying me!”
Myungsoo:
He rolled over onto his stomach, and faced the child who was also on her belly, looking back at her daddy. When Myungsoo tilted his head, so did she. He smiled, tilting his head to the other side. And when he did, the child copied. You smiled as you watched your husband play fun tricks with your daughter.
“Yeobo, look at this.” Myungsoo said as he did it again and laughed in amusement when she imitated him. “I guess she can’t resist my gaze either,” he laughed. “I’ve hypnotized her!” He was strangely excited at the fact that his daughter was copying everything he was doing. She was already a daddy’s girl — as soon as he stood up, she followed, teeter tottering her way, her tiny hand holding onto his shirt tail.
Sungjong:
“Gee, gee, gee gee~” Sungjong sang as he started dancing to SNSD’s songs in front of your son. He stared blankly back at his dad as he tried the moves, stiff and confused unlike Jong’s confident moves. Sungjong sighed dramatically as your son ran over to your side, with his big, round eyes. “Umma…Appa is weird.” He whispered. You snickered as Sungjong stood up and gasped. “Yah, I’m teaching you life lessons right now!
You’ll make all the friends you need if you learn how to dance to girl groups! And you know how much it entertains the audience? And it’s good for exercise!” he explained enthusiastically. You laughed, patting his arm.”Jagi, I think that’s enough for today. You have a good 20 years left to teach him.” He sighed and nodded, patting your son’s head. “Tomorrow we’re reviewing everything.”
When He Doesn't Know You're Sick And Scolds You (Infinite)
Requested by anon!
Something weird going on with Hoya’s at the end (it wasn’t my idea). Awkward endings, awkward in general.
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Sungyeol:
You winced as the loud ringing of your phone filled the room. Being sick, always made everything seem too loud. You gingerly reached over and picked up the phone, you mood lifting up slightly when you saw Sungyeol’s name flash on the small screen.
You cleared your throat and answered, “Hey, Sungyeol.”
“Hey, babe!” He replied, sounding much more eager than you. “My schedules finished early today, so I can finally take you out!”
You grimaced. Though any other day you would have leapt at this rare opportunity, today you were in no position to be doing any leaping.
So with great reluctance you replied, “I’m really sorry, but I can’t today.”
There was no response, and just when you thought he had hung up, he spoke again. “Why not? Hanging out with your guy friends again?”
You sighed. In no way were you in the mood or health to put up with his jealousy. However, Sungyeol clearly had other thoughts in mind and continued on with his angry tirade, “Why do you have to talk to them so much? Don’t I love you enough?”
You rolled over and buried your face into the pillow, a little hurt by his yelling. You knew his mood became more unbalanced when he was running on only two hours of sleep, but you still couldn’t help but be offended.
The Walk Home (Myungsoo)
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You laughed as Hoya placed you back onto your feet. You punched his arm playfully.
“Yah, is this how you treat someone who came all the way here to see you?”
Hoya laughed and handed you your backpack.
“When can you come visit us again?”
“Yeah, you barely come over here anymore!” you heard Sungyeol chime in.
You hung your backpack on one of your shoulders as you shoved your feet into your shoes.
“School takes a lot of my time these days. And besides you guys are always at schedules.”
Hoya looked at you apologetically, “Yeah you’re right.”
You smiled up at him. “I’m going to go now! Tell me when you guys plan to practice next week – I’ll come over then okay?”
You turned to open the door of their practice room, and stepped outside. You were a little surprised at how dark it had become; the time went by too quickly whenever you were with Infinite.
You felt someone’s hand on your shoulder, “Yah, hold on, let me get someone to walk you. It’s too dark for you to be by yourself.”
You looked up into Sunggyu’s face.
“It’s oka—”
He cut you off.
“I have a meeting with our CEO right now, so I can’t. Hold on.”
You sighed as you watched Sunggyu go back in.
“Can you walk her home?” you heard him ask someone.
“I don’t want to.”
Your heart dropped as you heard Myungsoo’s voice. Out of everyone, why did Sunggyu have to ask him?
“Drop her off.”
It was a leader’s command.
Dongwoo: Meeting Him On A Plane
Author’s Note: Dongwoo for anon! <3
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Leaning back in your seat, you attempted to get comfortable as you waited for the flight attendant to announce your departure back home. You let your eyes slide shut, the events of the past week slowly leaving your mind as you felt an overwhelming sense of relief that it was finally over.
You had been traveling back and forth between Korea and Japan for the last month, working on presentations and participating in meetings for your company. You had been working hard towards a promotion all year, so you jumped on the opportunity to be a part of this project with hopes that it would help you gain the promotion you had been desiring.
You opened your eyes as you heard last minute passengers board the flight. You watched each one of them pass disinterestedly, too exhausted to attempt a polite attitude at that moment. You continued to watch each one and blinked when a hand waved in front of your face. You had been blank staring for the last few minutes and it appeared that the line to claim passengers’ seats was being held up because of it.
You had placed one of your bags in the seat next to you, forgetting to put it in it’s designated spot in your haste to sit down. You realized what the passenger was waiting on and you grabbed your bag, pulling it into your lap.
“Oh!” you said quickly. “I’m so sorry!”
The boy laughed and put his belongings in the overhead compartment before holding his hand out to you.
“I can put that up here for you.” he said politely. He smiled down at you boyishly. Nodding, you decided that it would be rude to refuse him and handed him your bag.
“Thank you.” you nodded to him. His grin just widened in return as he shut the overhead compartment and took a seat next to you wordlessly. You looked away pointedly, mentally cursing yourself for the embarrassing moment that had just passed as the rest of the passengers hurriedly took their seats. You avoided each one of them, not looking forward again until the plane had began it’s take off.
When you were safely in the air, you pulled out your laptop to upload a few photos from your trip and work on some last minute entries for your job. You powered up your laptop and waiting patiently as it went through the motions. You blinked when, suddenly, your line of vision was interrupted by a hand holding a rather large bag of snacks where your computer screen used to be.
You blinked once more, glancing at the boy who had taken a seat next to you previously.
“Uhm..” you started awkwardly, not sure of what he was trying to do.
“Want some?” he asked suddenly. “These are my favorite.”
You stared at him for a moment, fighting the urge to tilt your head in confusion before you shook your head and politely declined.
“I’m fine, thank you.” you said and looked away quickly. You frowned a bit in confusion at how forward he was before you started on your work.
Several minutes passed by, the only sound being the loud humming of the plane in the air. You continued to glance at the boy sitting next to you. He was currently listening to music on his headphones and nodding his head to the beat, playing air drums as he did so.
It was becoming increasingly distracting.
You sighed loudly, hoping it would catch his attention and he would get the hint but your plan failed. You continued to glance at him, your lips forming in a thin line as you continued to become annoyed by his constant movement.
He glanced at you finally, catching your eye and grinned before pulling one of his ear buds out.
“Do you like Infinite?” he asked suddenly.
You blinked. This boy really wasn’t shy, was he?
You sighed, deciding it would be better to humor him rather than ignore him and answered.
“I don’t think I know Infinite..” you confessed. “Is that a band?”
He blinked, seeming shocked before he nodded.
“Yeah!” he said quickly, slowly becoming more excited. He held out his hand to you. “I’m Dongwoo. I’m Infinite’s rapper.”
You took his hand, shaking it once before letting go.
“Nice to meet you, Dongwoo.” you said politely. “I’m sorry that I’ve never heard of you.”
He just laughed as he began talking to you once more. You found that it was quite easy to have a conversation with your new stranger and as the flight continued, you also found that you didn’t mind.
Far too soon for either one of you, the plane began it’s descent and your flight landed back in your home country of Korea.
As the two of you exited your flight, you felt something touch your hand and you glanced down in surprised. Dongwoo was standing next to you and leaned over, talking lowly in your ear.
“Don’t read it until you’re out of the airport,” he said quickly before taking off down the hallway. You frowned, glancing down at the paper but stuffed in your pocket to do as you were told.
As you left the airport, there was a large group of people holding signs and screaming as each person entered the lobby. You spotted Dongwoo, with several other boys, stop by the group of people and begin signing and taking pictures, talking to each one sweetly as they did so.
You shook your head. He must really be famous after all.
You left the airport, hailing a cab as you did so and let yourself fall back against the backseat as you gave your address to the driver. Remembering yourself, you sat up and pulled the piece of paper out of your pocket—the one Dongwoo gave you earlier.
I loved talking with you. Maybe we can do it again over dinner? Call me!
<3 Dongwoo
Underneath his signature was a phone number and you couldn’t help but smile.
WGM Inspirit Series || Dongwoo {Part 10}
“It happens in the time it took to look back.”
It had started with the dreams.
Agitation. Fear. All you could hear was screaming, and you raised your sweaty palms to shield your ears from the pain. You searched for the source but there was nothing, no one around. It was only you alone. It was with rising dread that every night you realized the truth… the screaming, it was coming from you.
Infinite's Sungyeol: When you try to kill yourself
For the anon who requested this.
It’s so angsty. I apologize ahead of time!
I seem to have many scenarios like this… and many upcoming ones like this requested as well… And many angsty requests in general ヽ（・＿・；)ノ
Anyways… Enjoy~
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Go away. He deserves better than you. Where are you when he needs help? Why aren’t you there to support him? Stay away from him. You’re ugly and not worthy of him. Why did he choose you?
Why are you alive? Why are you still here? He doesn’t even care about you. He doesn’t love you. Do you think you’re needed in his life? You’re taking up space. Go die!
Everyday was getting tougher. Ever since the media found out about your relationship with Infinite’s Sungyeol, you’ve been receiving these hate mails everyday at every hour.
Kids at your own school began to pile notes in your locker. When you got home there were letters sent to your house from crazy fans. Your house was always bombarded with trash, graffitied on until the police had to become involved. You received even hate emails.
You tried your best to put up with them. Honestly you wanted nothing more for them to leave you alone, but they would never do that. So long as you were Sungyeol’s girlfriend, you would never be left alone. Because after all, you were taking up space.
You walk into the bathroom and lock it shut behind you before your phone begins to ring in your pocket. Without hearing the second ring or even looking at the caller ID, you reject the call and place your phone on the sink top.
He deserves better than you. Why are you still here? Why are you alive?
You’re taking up space.
You’re taking up space.
# 0 0 7.
- Inspired. (★)
Welcome → ”I don’t want anyone to distract us — I want to fall into a world with just us.” → Woohyun. ⟲
You drop your keys onto the coffee table. Whenever you get home from work, all you really want to do is unwind. You don’t want to think about your day, your yesterday or your tomorrow — you don’t want to think at all. You just want to do nothing.
Nothing is something you don’t always have the luxury of, sadly. In between work, your boyfriend and trying to maintain a social life, you always feel slightly out of breath. When you’re finally alone in your apartment, finally given the moment to step back and breathe, you realize how loud silence can actually be.
No, you tell yourself. It’s not scary. It’s not.
Under normal circumstances, normal girls would call their normal boyfriends to come over. If you were more “normal,” perhaps things would be easier — but that’s not really the case.
“I miss you,” Woohyun’s text reads. “Practice was really hard today… but it was fun too! Did you eat well? Text me when you get this~”
You sigh a little. You want to text back, but you don’t. Something feels strange, as it always does, whenever you are truly alone. Something feels foreboding. You shake your head, trying to rid your mind of these thoughts, and decide to shower.
It’s not scary, you think again. The water is hot against your skin. You turn up the heat, hoping it distracts from your own thoughts. It’s not.
You while time away by lying on your bed and listening to the rain. The sound is comforting and lonely at the same time. Your phone is flashing next to you, indicating that Woohyun is probably worried as to why you haven’t texted back by now, but you can’t bring yourself to do anything about it yet. What will you say to him, exactly?
You have always been fine with being alone. It’s not like it’s a big deal to spend quality time with yourself. Maybe you have just, somewhere along the line, forgotten how to.
Next to you, your phone vibrates. With a sigh, you reach out and unlock it. There are four new texts from him.
“You’re not home yet? Are you working late?”
“I hope I’m not disturbing you, jagi… But you should at least tell me where you are!”
“Yah~ Is something wrong? Are you okay?”
“You’re not ignoring me, right? ㅠㅠ”
You giggle a little. He’s always been this cute, especially when it comes to you. You love the way he’s overly-attentive, the way tries to be adorable when he wants something, and the way he never forgets to tell you that he loves you. Woohyun’s affection might feel like too much to some people, but you can never get enough of it. He has a special way of making you feel like you are the brightest star in the sky.
With a start, you realize that your phone is ringing.
“Woohyun-oppa calling.”
You hurry to answer. You haven’t heard his voice in over a week.
“Hello?” you breathe.
“Baby! Why aren’t you answering your texts? Are you busy? Or are you mad at me?” Woohyun asks worriedly. “You’re okay, right?”
You laugh. “I’m fine, oppa.”
“Oh, okay.” You hear an exhale of relief. “You had me worried. I got yelled at.”
“For being worried?”
“For messing up choreo.”
“Oppa,” you say sternly. “Focus harder.”
“How am I supposed to focus when all I can think of is you?”
His words, as sappy and clichéd as they may sound, are sincere. What Woohyun says, Woohyun means. It makes you smile and blush like a teenager. You feel giddy around him.
Before you can reply, there’s a boom of thunder outside. You freeze.
It’s not scary, your mind says at once. It’s not.
“Jagi? You there?”
“Y-Yeah,” you squeak.
“It looks like there’s gonna be a storm,” he says easily. You can hear the sounds of laughter and general noise in the background. Wherever he is, it sounds busy. “You should get some rest.”
“I will,” you say, swallowing. “You too.”
There’s a pause.
“Babe?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“You sure?”
There’s another boom of thunder. You dig your nails into your duvet, bunching it up beneath your fingers. You clutch onto the fistful of material like it can give you strength. It’s not scary, you keep saying. The rain lashes against your windows. There’s a flash of lightning. In that moment, your apartment is suddenly doused in darkness.
You automatically let out a shriek.
“What happened?” asks Woohyun, sounding panicked. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
“The p-power went out!” you say, fumbling around. Your heart rate is increased and stuttering. You don’t want to look around your room, afraid of what might look back. Your fear is irrational but it is present nonetheless. You press your phone to your ear.
“Is it just you?”
“I think it’s the whole street,” you say, noting that there’s no light coming from outside your window. Everything is inky black, lit up by the occasional fork of lightning.
“Are you scared?” he asks, voice caught in between being playful and being serious.
“No,” you reply instantly.
“Don’t lie~”
“I’m not,” you snap. “I’m fine.”
Someone calls Woohyun in the background. You hear his name being shouted, a peal of laughter following it closely. Wherever he is, it sounds so much happier than where you are. You pull your knees up to your chin, feeling very small.
“I have to go, jagi,” he says. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m okay, oppa,” you say.
“You promise?”
“Just go already,” you say with a click of your tongue. “You’ll get in trouble again!”
If there’s one thing you hate, it’s lying to Woohyun. It’s difficult to do so. You can never pull it off properly — especially when he’s so sensitive to your idiosyncrasies. He’s always so finely attuned to the things you are feeling, it feels as though he understands you more than you do.
You stare down at your screen once he’s hung up. Now that him and his voice have disappeared, you find yourself wishing that you had the guts to admit you’re scared. Scared of being alone, scared of this stupid storm — you’re just scared.
Another peal of thunder echoes throughout. You sink back into your bed, curling up as small as possible and trying to control your breathing. In between the thunder and rain, it is eerily quiet. All you can hear at odd intervals is your own inhaling and exhaling. It sounds shaky even to your own ears.
It’s not scary. It’s not.
You drift in and out of consciousness, unable to sleep properly. You keep jerking awake and stealing looks around your room, wishing that the power would return. You’re not faint-hearted, but you feel vulnerable tonight. You had been feeling vulnerable from the moment you stepped into your apartment. The only thing you wanted (and still want, in fact) was to sink into Woohyun’s arms and have him kiss your forehead. You just wish you had the courage to tell him that you were scared.
The storm only seems to get worse. You burrow under your covers and remain there, sheets acting as a protective layer around you. You periodically stick your head out for fresh air (and to see if, hopefully, the power has returned). On this dark and rainy night, you, for some reason, feel very small. You blink up at your blanket and try not to feel sorry for yourself.
“It’s not scary,” you say. “It’s not.”
“What’s not scary?”
Your gasp and throw your covers back. Your heart had leapt into your throat the moment you had heard that voice — you knew that voice. You will always know that voice.
“Oppa!” you say in relief as he clambers in next to you. “What are you doing here?”
“You sounded like you needed me,” he says easily.
You blush and are grateful he can’t make this out. “Was I… that obvious?”
“To me,” Woohyun says proudly. “You’re my girl, after all. Shouldn’t I be able to tell when you need me?”
He pulls you close, pressing his lips to your forehead. You sigh at once, your hands slipping around his torso. You settle into him, his body warm and solid. You let out a soft sigh, letting the fact that he beside you sink in. Woohyun calms you at once, diminishing your fears and making all the rain and thunder seem trivial.
“Were you scared, jagi?” he murmurs against your temple.
You wet your lips, wondering how to answer. You don’t want to appear weak, but you also don’t want to lie to him. From your hesitation, Woohyun seems to draw his conclusions.
“It’s okay to be scared,” he says. “You should just tell me.”
You fidget with the hem of your shirt. “I don’t wanna bother you.”
“You never bother me.”
Your cheeks feel warm. He says the cheesiest things in all sincerity. You don’t always know how to reply when this happens.
“I can distract you, after all.” Woohyun sounds mischievous to your ears. You narrow your eyes, unsure of what he’s up to.
“Distract—?”
His fingers tilt your chin upwards, lips pressing against yours. You open your mouth in surprise and he takes the chance to slip his tongue inside. You’re tense at first, gripping the edge of your shirt in shock, but relax into the kiss soon enough. He’s always known how to coax you out of your shell.
“You’re warm,” he says into the kiss.
“You’re cold,” you say in reply.
Woohyun rolls you onto your back with ease. You feel his knee pressing in between your legs gently and your breath catches. He places a kiss on your neck.
“Why don’t you warm me up?”
He’s pushing away the fabric of your shirt, his fingertips cold against your skin. You recoil slightly, unused to the temperature, and he chuckles a little. You are impatiently searching for his lips, having not gotten enough of them, and he is playfully ducking around you.
“Oppa,” you complain.
“Ask nicely.”
“Oppa, please.”
“Please what?”
“Please kiss me.”
He obliges because you obeyed him. His lips are against yours, tongue running along yours and twining with it. He breaks away only to suckle on your lower lip, your fingers curling into the hair at the nape of his neck. It is a hot kiss, the kind that steams the windows and grows messier by the second.
What Woohyun started off whimsically has escalated into a sudden need.
You feel his hands reach your chest, cupping around a breast. You gasp a little when he starts to palm you, his breath growing more haggard. He draws back so he can slide your shirt off, bringing you back to him the moment he can. You struggle to unbutton his shirt in between the heated kisses, fumbling with his buttons and yanking it from his body. His body is suddenly hot. You run your hands over his sinewy muscle, savouring the touch of him beneath you. Woohyun is throughly occupied with your chest, teasing and caressing until you you can’t help but whimper beneath him.
His lips leave yours, kissing a sloppy trail down your neck and to the valley between your breasts. When you feel his breath ghosting over your areolae, you shudder. After a pause, he takes you into his mouth.
“W-Woohyun—”
You moan as his tongue circles you, your nails now digging into the mattress so you won’t leave him with scars. He suckles with the occasional bite, dividing his attention equally. You thrash in your spot, pinned below his body, and try to control yourself by biting down on your lip. One of Woohyun’s hands slides under the waistband of your shorts, slipping them off in one fluid movement, and settles between your legs. You feel yourself freezing. He doesn’t stop — he runs his thumb along your slit.
You bite your lip so hard you almost draw blood. Woohyun pulls away from your chest so he can kiss you again, supporting the back of your neck with a hand. You cling to him, leaving the next move entirely up to him. You seem to lose every aspect of independence whenever Woohyun makes love to you — all you want is for him to never stop touching you.
“Oppa,” you say breathily. “More.”
“You want more, baby?”
“I want everything.”
You are greedy for him and you always will be. Woohyun unbuckles his belt, staring down at you as he does so. His eyes take your body in slowly, drinking in the way it is laid out before him. He moistens his lips as his gaze travels upwards, coming to a rest on your face. Woohyun smiles at you.
“You’re beautiful,” he says.
You flush pink at once. “T-Thank you, oppa.”
He cups your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek. It’s just like him to pause whenever he pleases to do whatever he pleases.
“You shouldn’t be scared, jagiya,” Woohyun says gently. “Not if you have me.”
He leans down to kiss you. He does it softly, a kiss more out of love than anything else. You reply in kind, grateful for the fact that you have him. Woohyun lowers his hips, coming into contact with you slowly. You break away from the kiss to cry out as he grinds into you. He taunts you for awhile like this, so close to you but not. Your underwear suddenly feels so unnecessary to you, the thin material a barrier to what you want.
He groans above you, the sound guttural and sexy. You start to push away your underwear yourself, too anxious to wait for him. Woohyun laughs lightly, fastening your wrists above your head.
“Don’t be naughty,” he warns.
He strips you down as slowly as he can, relishing in the way you are so impatient. You whine and plead and moan; it only makes him hotter. Woohyun watches you with hungry eyes. He loves the way you want him — it’s the best part about making love to you.
Well, second best part.
Woohyun pushes into you slowly, a low sound escaping his throat. His hands fall away from yours so he can hold your thighs apart, fingers sinking into your skin. You wrap your arms around him at once, trying to control yourself.
“Jagiya,” he groans, his length filling you completely.
You let out a soft scream, back arching towards him. Woohyun presses a hand to the small of your back, pushing himself even further into you. You buck beneath him.
“Oppa,” you breathe. “Y-Yes.”
He buries himself into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. His body is so hot that you don’t understand how it could have ever been cold.
“I love you,” he whispers into your ear. “I love you.”
The storm rages all around you, showing no signs of letting up. Woohyun coaxes you to climax throughout the night, showering you with kisses and constant murmurs of his love. You will never tire of it. He makes a sanctuary using your bodies, everything around you both of no concern, your fears fading away with each brush of his lips. You lose yourself in the moments he creates, finding peace in the way he releases into you.
It is only when morning approaches does the rain lessen, the storm having worn itself out. Woohyun still pants above you, breath warm and body moving rhythmically within yours. You are close to orgasming for him for the fourth time in one night. He had set out to distract you from your fears and he had succeeded.
When he takes you into your arms, you can never bring yourself to be scared of anything.
