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Hongwon fluff/angst - Until He Was 23

Part 1 | Part 2 [end]

Dickids member - Hongwon/Young B

Warnings; drinking, smoking (Agunu reference:B), swearing, friends with benefits <- if you don’t like that either, please don’t read it.


Just to explain things quickly I got 2 requests for Hongwon so I’ve merged them. The plot will be self explanatory. 

“I HATE HIM FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART!” Y/N could be heard hollering at Bryn, as she dragged her away from Hongwon who was smirking in victory, inhaling the cigarette between his fingers every now and again. What happened? Just the usual where Hongwon would be throwing comments about how “empty” and “unpopular” Y/N’s music was on soundcloud at the table when the whole of dickids had gathered up for lunch at McDonald’s. Y/N wasn’t in the crew herself, she was just a newbie rapper who had started to rap and make music one year and a few months ago. Bryn had met her through high school and introduced her to everyone in the dickids crew, all of them greeted her and thanked her for looking after Bryn, except Hongwon who said he wasn’t interested in meeting “a goody two shoes”.

“Honestly Y/N, if Luda recruited someone else in dickids and they didn’t have any tracks, they’d have more recognition than you.” Hongwon sneered at her when he overheard her talking Bryn about being in the middle of editing one of her tracks that she had been working on. Even though her face flushed red from humiliation, she’d always argue back with him.

“Dickids is a well recognised crew, so of course they would!” Y/N snapped back. Not only did his attitude irritate Y/N, but also the fact that fangirls were still swooning over an asshole like him even when they could hear the way Hongwon was talking to her. If he wasn’t so popular, there’d be less delusional people. Hongwon shrugged and looked at Soorin who had stepped outside to smoke and glanced back at Y/N, then smirked.

“Is it an audition track for Luda to get into dickids? Because if it is, forget about it, you’re too many levels down below us. But I’ll give you a shout out if you like,kid.” Hongwon sniggers, still smiling gleefully at the fact Y/N was always staring daggers at him. Although Bryn had smacked the back of his head or raised her voice at him for being rude, Hongwon never changed his attitude towards her. That was until she had an incident and ended up being rushed to hospital after overworking herself. And that was when Hongwon decided to turn over a new leaf.

“Well damn, you look like a mess.” was the first comment that slipped out of his mouth that had dropped open when he saw Y/N dressed in the patient uniform, looking fragile. She immediately turned to face the opposite side when she made eye contact with him. She was puzzled why on earth he’d come to visit her and he was the last person she wanted to see.

“Fuck off.” she had retorted making Hongwon chuckle at her response. Usually, Y/N would only be slightly annoyed because Hongwon had yet to have responses to hurl at her to dent her feelings, but on that day, it had spontaneously pissed her off even more.

“I’m warning you right now, if you don’t fuck off right now Yang Hongwon, you’re gonna see a different side of me.” Y/N’s voice had dropped an octave and the threat came out eerily, sparking his interest.

“Are you threatening me? Stop wasting your energy.” He challenged, making his way over to the side that Y/N was facing. He was only really expecting for Y/N to continue arguing with him like the usual, however she didn’t, she sat up and stared directly at him.

“Who on earth hurt you? You’re not as strong as you make yourself out to be. Putting me down just to feel good about yourself, you’re the one who’s weak here, Hongwon.” Y/N begun, getting off the bed and stood right in front him. Due to height difference, he was still staring down at her and she grabbed his collar and yanked it down till his face was closer to hers.

“Why the fuck me though? I don’t recall making your life hell. It’s not like you should treat anyone this way, though. It’s not romantic like some girls fucking romanticise about it. You’re actually gonna fucking kill someone if you continue behaving like that.” Y/N had completely flipped, shoving hard that Hongwon had landed up on his bottom, still staring at her. He was lying if he would be saying if he wasn’t startled. A split second later, she left him there and wondered over to open the door and exit it.

Ever since that day, Hongwon, with the help of Taehyeon got out of his rebelling phase and started off with apologising to everyone in his crew, anyone else he hurt and then lastly, Y/N. She was probably the hardest to convince that he had changed. But it was until he got Y/N’s studio address from Bryn and made his way over when she decided to listen to his reasoning. It turned out he was facing issues of his own, he was turning into someone he’d hate if he looked back when he was older. 

“Just because you’re going through issues, it doesn’t mean you should create problems for others. Thank god I’m strong and ignored your annoying remarks. If I remember properly, Bryn told me Taehyeon was always there to help you whenever you got yourself in or was close to causing trouble. It was you who rejected their help.” Y/N finally answered him after he was constantly pestering her with his reasoning for being the way he was.

This change wasn’t easy nor smooth as Hongwon thought it would be, but dickid members, his friends, family and even Y/N helped him and since he was stubborn, he finally got to become a better habit. Y/N grew closer to Hongwon once she gave him a chance and it was a chance she doesn’t regret to this day. Sure, the two became good friends as time flew, but that was with benefits. At first, it happened when they were drunk, the next times it occurred, they’d do it as if they were treating each other like one night stands. It was never talked about, they just had sex whenever one of them wanted to. Dickids members would see them closely together frequently, but never thought there was anything serious between them as both of them would hang out with other friends and share the same skin ship.

Even Y/N never thought of it something either, that was until Hongwon turned 23. He was hosting a party tonight, most of the guest list had consisted of her, everyone in dickids, and his other friends. Geonah had crashed at Y/N’s dorm a couple of hours before Hongwon’s party was about to start. She was standing in black heels, dressed in the silky, midnight black playsuit with a velvet choker. 

“ARGHH!” Y/N randomly screamed, startling Geonah who was curling her hair with a curling wand.

“Did I burn your scalp?” Agunu panicked, putting the curler down to inspect her scalp worriedly. Y/N flinched away from him and got up to walk to the window.

“No. I’m just dreading today.” She explained to Agunu stared at her with confusion.

“If you haven’t noticed, I like Hongwon. Like, I’m in love with him.” Y/N blurted out, glancing in the empty spaces of her room only for Agunu to motion for her to sit back on the chair in front of him.

“I’ll make you look gorgeous, don’t worry.” Geonah smiled as he continued to curl the remaining of her straight strands of hair, listening to Y/N describe what she loved about him. As time fled, Geonah had dragged Y/N to the door when Soorin arrived to pick them up with Soorin cocking his head in confusion when he was smoking a fag at the door.

“I spent ages! You’ve got to show off!” Agunu complained as he sat next to Y/N in the back of Soorin’s car. 

“What’s wrong, Y/N? By the way, you look hot.” Soorin boldly stated as he drove off, making eye contact with her through the mirror.

“Keep your eyes on the fucking road Soorin!” Y/N lectured causing Soorin to laugh.

“I can’t when you’re looking stunning. Anyways, what’s wrong, Y/N?” Soorin asked, he was focused there was an issue that he wasn’t aware of. Glimpsing at Geonah and biting her lip worriedly, he was quick to excuse Y/N for feeling off as she was “ill” this past week. Soorin rummaged for a packet of cigarettes and tossed it behind at them.

“There, you might feel better. Wait actually don’t smoke them, they’re bad for your lungs and you’ll get hooked like some of us. Just drink something at the party.” Soorin advised pulling up on Hongwon’s drive. He ran to ring on Hongwon’s doorbell before hiding in the bush to leap onto the birthday boy once he opened the door. He saw Y/N and Geonah were still leaning against Soorin’s car talking so Hongwon called out for them to hurry up and come inside.

“You’ll find me with Soorin or Byeongho if you need me.” He whispered in Y/N’s ear once they got inside Hongwon’s house and parted ways with her. The party had already begun. The rest of the dickids were already there with unfamiliar faces that blended in around the house. Y/N met Bryn half way as she ran over to give her a hug. 

“Y/N, you look gorgeous!” Bryn complimented her when she pulled her to a quiet corner. Thanking her, the anxiety returned onto Y/N’s face and Bryn gave her hand a light squeeze, wishing her luck and advising her to take her time. Geonah had also suggested for Y/N to give herself time before she confessed despite the fact she had planned to tell him quickly as possible at the party. The birthday boy was seen laughing and greeting all his guests, he looked like he was having the time of his time which made her smile to see him so happy. Seryeong was sat outside with Geonah and Dex, away from the booming music so she made her way over to them after standing awkwardly alone for a couple of minutes.

“Hey, Y/N! You look nice!” Seryeong greeted over the loud music, pulling a chair out for her to sit on. The three of them were ranking recent mixtapes that were released this week on soundcloud in order. Soorin was there to lighten the mood bragging that he’ll appear on ‘what’s trending’ with his upcoming track. Y/N felt a chin rest on her shoulder as she was laughing at his cockiness, causing her to stare fearfully at Geonah, who was also staring at her with wide eyes. 

“Hey, birthday boy!” Y/N giggled nervously, turning around to give Hongwon a hug. He had bent down to hug her only to then pick her up.

“I’m gonna borrow Y/N, sorry guys.” Hongwon muffled into her hair, carrying her away to his room. Y/N could feel her heart pounding so vigorously that Hongwon felt it too, chuckling into her ear until he closed the door behind him.

“I didn’t get to see you tonight, sorry. You’re looking extra pretty today, is that your present to me, hmm?” He murmured to her as he laid down on his bed.

“It’s alright, you needed to greet your guests and nah, I got you a way better present than that, don’t worry.” She muttered, her fingers were lingering on his satin shirt. He smirked and pressed a kiss on her lips, before whispering that he was looking forward to his real gift, obviously getting the wrong idea. Y/N let him kiss her for longer, she enjoyed it but started to feel sick again, pulling away eventually.

“What’s wrong?” He questioned, brushing her hair behind her ear, tilting her chin up.

“I love you, Hongwon.” She sighed, pushing his hand away, making him frown with confusion. They hadn’t talked about their feelings but he had never considered that there was a possible chance of Y/N developing feelings for him. Neither of them brought the topic up and he was beginning to have a horrible feeling that this wasn’t going to end well tonight. He thought they were both happy with being just friends with benefits, he hadn’t contemplated feelings for her. At first he smiled, telling Y/N she was just drunk but when she told him she was sober, his heart dropped.

“Y/N I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you felt that way…but I don’t feel anything strong towards you. We’re gonna have to stop this, I don’t want to hurt you.” Hongwon stuttered, as Y/N stood up.

“It’s okay! Ah, I’m sorry that I’ve made things awkward.” Y/N apologised, her voice began straining. She felt more embarrassed rather than heart broken and rushed out the room without Hongwon making anything effort to stop her. He let out a frustrated sigh and collapsed onto her bed when he heard her footsteps fade. On her way down, she had bumped into Byeongho in the toilets who was just coming out of the bathroom catching her in tears. Leading her back into the bathroom, he crouches down with Y/N rubbing her back terrified, asking what’s wrong. But Y/N couldn’t answer, she could only continue to cry hysterically so then Byeongho took the hint to yell for Bryn. Because Bryn was the first person to know how Y/N felt about Hongwon, she instantly knew what was wrong when she came into the cubicle with Geonah who followed the attention. Bryn whispered over and over again that she was sorry that it didn’t turn out well as she rocked Y/N in her arms on the floor meanwhile Geonah quietly explained to Byeongho that Y/N had feelings for Hongwon. When Y/N stopped crying, she tried to explain to all three of them what had happened, only to burst into tears again when they automatically gave her sympathy, telling her that there are plenty of other guys out there. Abrupt banging could be heard on the door, Soorin on the other side of the locked door.

“HELLO? EXCUSE ME IN THERE BUT I REALLY NEED TO PISS!”Soorin desperately yelled, causing Byeongho to roll his eyes, unlocking the door to let the leader in. Soorin was so drunk that Byeongho had to guide him to the actual toilet since he had decided to wonder into the shower to wee. He joined Bryn, Y/N and Geonah who were sat on the floor, silently judging him.

“Oh my god, Y/N! What’s wrong?!” Soorin exclaimed when he realised Y/N had been crying, shuffling closer to her.

“I’m surprised you’re not too drunk to notice that I was crying.” She giggled, wiping her eyes and cursed when her smudged makeup was painted onto her hand. Soon, Soorin was also updated with what had happened.

“Fuck Hongwon. But I agree with everyone, there’s definitely a lot guys out there. You’ll probably find somebody like him but this time he’ll love you back. I think Hongwon’s just confused because like you’ve said, you guys never talked about your feelings or having sex with each other.” Soorin comments, offering Y/N a hug. He leaves the bathroom along with Bryn and Byeongho after Y/N insists she wants to be on her own and that she’ll join them later. She let Geonah stay behind with her because they both knew that what she really wanted was to leave, and Geonah was fine with taking her back to her dorm. Y/N saw Hongwon dancing with other girls as Geonah was leading her out of the door; she hung her head even lower, eyes stinging from the sight. They got a taxi back to Geonah’s place instead, Y/N got into the shower straight away, washing herself with water this time instead of tears and wore one of Geonah’s oversized t-shirts. He sat onto the bed Y/N lay on, caressing her hair in his pjs. 

“How are you feeling?” He asked, trying to brush a majority of the hair that was covering her glum expression.

“Tired. I only saw him as a friend when we started getting closer, but then it was until he was 23 when I realised I loved him. I watched him turn from a bad person to a good one. I knew he wouldn’t be interested. Yet I don’t know why we continued to be friends with benefits even though I knew I loved him. Maybe it’s just a heartbreak phase, but I don’t think I’ll ever get over Hongwon. I don’t want to.” 

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