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Fallen Flower Chapter 14

Part 2

Pairing: Jeongin x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning: None

{Word Count: 320}

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After leaving your last class of the day, you took a little stroll through the courtyard. While you walked from afar, you noticed Han and Minho together; just as you were going to call out to them, you saw a girl kiss both of their cheeks.

Your eyes widen and your mouth is left jarred in shock. You let out a startled yelp when you miss a step, plummeting to the ground; you land behind a bush. You quickly peek through the leaves to see if they noticed you; thankfully, they didn't.

After pondering whether you should call Han, you called him from your spot behind the bush. Han took his phone out of his pocket to quickly decline the call, not even looking at the screen as he kept talking to Minho and the girl that you don't know.

When your phone makes a disconnect sound, notifying you that he declined the call. You saw them with your mouth jarred in shock. Your bunny ears stood up in belwildermemt when the girl hooked her arm with Han and Minho going in the completely opposite direction of the Sigma Kappa Zeta fraternity house.

You stay in your spot frozen in shock, as they get further into the distance before you can't see them anymore. A few moments afterward you started heading to the spot where you, Han, and Felix agreed to meet up for movie night.

While you walked, you tried to consider where you had seen that girl before, but your mind kept going blank. After walking for a few minutes, you finally got to your meeting spot; you breathed a sigh of relief when you saw Felix’s blonde hair.

You spotted Felix waiting for you, his blonde hair easy to spot. He gave you a casual smile, but your eyes kept scanning the area for Han. Your mind was preoccupied with the mysterious girl and Han's sudden dismissal.

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Fallen Flower Chapter 8

Pairing: Jeongin x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

{Word Count: 479}

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After you had woken up in your hotel room, not knowing or remembering how you got there because the last thing you remembered was falling asleep on Jeongin.

You started turning beet red when you realized you had fallen asleep on Jeongin.

“That's so embarrassing” you mumble to yourself as you hide your face behind your bunny ears.

When you received a text from Hyunjin, asking if you wanted to join him and Changbin out to go to a clothing shop that caught his eye. After you had put on a pink-colored sundress with a floral print on it and a pair of black sandals, you started heading towards the clothing shop not knowing that Jeongin was also going to be there.

As you got closer to the shop, you could see three silhouettes in the distance. You nervously send Hyunjin a quick text.

{10:56}Y/n - Hyunjin, who is coming to the clothing with us again?

A few seconds later your phone pings notifying you that you have a new message. You opened your phone and checked it.

[10:57] Hyunjin- It's just going to me, you, Changbin, and Jeongin.

As you finished reading the text message you had already gotten you the shop, as you glanced up you caught Jeongin already staring at you not noticing the look Hyunjin and Changbin were giving each other.

You looked at Hyunjin you asked “Where are we going to first?,” as you walked with them.

“To that shop there,” Hyunjin stated as he pointed at a cute beach clothing shop.

As y'all walked into to clothing shop you had already saw some shirts and pants you like, without realizing it you started looking at all the different articles of clothes that you liked, with your bunny scut twitching curiously.

Not noticing the guys smiling at you as you looked. When Hyunjin glanced at Jeongin because he saw his desert fox tail wagging happily as you looked at you with a big smile on his face.

Hyunjin gasped quietly as you not catch your attention as he and Changbin at Jeongin teasingly, before they got closer to him.

“So, you like y/n,” Changbin hummed with alittle smile on his face.

Jeongin’s fox ears twitch and as a bright pink tint started to cover his face and some of his neck.

“Aaaw, our baby fox has a crush,” Hyunjin chuckled as he starts teasing him more.

Going unnoticed by you the conversation going on between Jeongin, Changbin, and Hyunjin while you looked at some cute bikini tops and bottoms.

After picking out a few of the cute bikini tops and matching bottoms including a hot pink matching. You and the rest of the guys start heading back to the hotel with your bags in hand. As you walked you didn't notice the desert fox’s tail staying closely behind.

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Fallen Flower Chapter 6

Pairing: Jeongin x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning: None

{Word Count: 940}

Taglist: @turtledove824 , @jeonginplsholdmyhand , @theodorenottgf

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After you had finished your breakfast, y'all went to the lobby to meet up with the teachers to get into your groups of two for going out. You got paired up with Jeongin for the rest of the week, you all will be at the beach. When you walked down the corridor of the hotel to your room you grabbed a beach towel, one of your gray jackets, and your two-piece bathing suit with the top being like a tank top with netting mesh under the bust and bottoms before putting them in your beach bag, before heading out of your room where Jeongin was waiting.

Once you left your hotel room, you texted the Three Besties GC to let Han and Felix know where you were going with Jeongin since you didn't want them to worry about where you were like they did this morning while you were with Hyunjin getting breakfast. You and Jeongin walked the short stroll to the beach from the hotel.

Jeongin picked a spot that wasn't too crowded before putting our beach towels and things down with you before you headed to the restroom to change into your bathing suit in one of the changing stalls. Once you are finished putting your two piece bathing suit on, you glance at the mirror in the changing stall with your bunny ears down timidly to make sure everything is on correctly and in the right place before grabbing your gray jacket and putting it on over your bathing suit but you didn't zip it up.

As you head out of the restroom towards where you and Jeongin’s is on the beach, you start to overthink a little bit as people stare at you. When you finally got to the spot you noticed that Jeongin had also changed into his swimwear that was a white shirt and swimming truck. You timidly sat next to Jeongin, looking out at the waves as the crashed into shore not noticing Jeongin staring lovingly and admiring you with his desert fox ears and tail twitching for the last few minutes before he nervously suggests going into the water after you both had put your sunscreen on.

You took off your jacket before you tread towards the ocean timidly with Jeongin accompanying you. When you were partially immersed into the water, while still close to the shore you felt water splash onto your back hitting you ear, you let out a high pitched squeal before you quickly turned around only to see Jeongin with a little smile on his face and his tail flickering excitedly causing the water to ripple around you.

After the next few hours of just splashing and playing in the water, you both head back to the shore, you shiver slightly when the cold breeze hits your wet skin. Jeongin stayed close enough to you where you could feel his body heat, without touching you. When you got back to your spot, you had put your jacket back on to try and block out the cool breeze blowing by.

As you grabbed your water bottle out of your you could feel someone staring, you turned to see Jeongin looking at you before he quickly looked away with his ears down and a light pink tint to his cheeks while you let out a little chuckle. After a while of you reading and not noticing the desert fox hybrid staring at you for the past 30 minutes, you put your bookmark into your book before glancing up at Jeongin and blushing a little when you finally noticed him already staring at you, you softly asked “Do you want to go to the ice cream shack that we pasted when we were heading here?,” as you glance up at him.

“Yea, sure,” Jeongin nodded as y'all dust your feet off of sand and put your shoes on,and head to the ice cream shack down the road from the beach with Jeongin closely behind you. When you got to the ice cream shack, Jeongin placed his order and your order of strawberry and mint chocolate chip ice cream, while you waited at one of the tables. After your ice cream was done being made Jeongin handed it to you but just as y'all were leaving you paled and froze when you looked out the window to see the group of people that used to bully you at your old college heading toward the ice cream shack.

You only snapped out of the little trans when Jeongin called out your name, making you jump slightly causing your bunny ears to droop down. You move to the other side of Jeongin as y'all headed out, hoping they didn't notice you. Just as y'all were almost completely out the door you hear someone shout “Y/n?,” making you tense up and causing Jeongin’s ears to go back against his head as you both turned towards the voice, only to see Layla one of the girls of the group in a T-shirt and short jean shorts, scoff lightly when she sees your swimsuit making you feel like you want to cover up completely and not be there before she turned her gaze to Jeongin looking him up and down, check him out since y'all were still a bit wet and him wearing a white shirt didn't help. When you saw her checking Jeongin out it made you feel a bit angry, and when you glanced up at Jeongin he had stepped closer to you slightly behind you as he looked at Layla and the rest of her group with disgust.

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Fallen Flower Chapter 5

Pairing: Jeongin x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

{Word Count: 367}

Taglist: @turtledove824 , @jeonginplsholdmyhand , @theodorenottgf

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When you woke up, you got ready and grabbed your bag with your wallet and other essentials and locked your door before leaving your room, almost running into Hyunjin when you got out of the door.

“Wow! Y/n watch out there,” Hyunjin said as his ferret tail swayed nervously behind him as y'all began to head to the breakfast lounge walking past the group of boys Hyunjin gave them the stink eye the whole way to the breakfast lounge.

After you and Hyunjin got y'all breakfast you both sat at one of the tables in the corner near the window. “Hyunjin, do you who is all paired up for the hotel room?”, you ask softly as you take a sip of your drink.

After Hyunjin finished taking a bite of his waffles he spoke “Changbin and Jeongin, Me and Felix, Chris and Seungmin, and Han and Lee Know”.

“Oh, so Rabbit and Desert Fox, Ferret and Cat, Grey Wolf and Dog, and Quokka and Tiger.” You stated as you took a sip of your orange juice before glancing towards the TV, “Yep,” Hyunjin said before a worried Han came running into the breakfast lounge, scanning the area franticly before he looked at you and Hyunjin before he sighed in relief and sat with y'all.

“You had us all worried Y/nnie!,” Han said worriedly before you looked at him puzzled “What do you mean?,” you questioned as you looked at him with his ears down, “ We all went to your room so we could all have breakfast together but when me, Lee Know, Chris, Seungmin, Felix, Changbin, and Jeongin went to your room and knock you didn't reply, and when I and Felix tried and called you, you didn't answer,” Han stated as he sulked a little before he sent a quick text to the rest of the boys saying where you are.

A couple of minutes later the rest of the boys came into the breakfast lounge and sat with y'all. “You had us worried Y/n,” Felix signed in relief, “Sorry, I didn't mean to make y’all worried,” mumbles as you look at the table, feeling bad that you make them worry over you.

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Fallen Flower Chapter 4

Pairing: Jeongin x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning: None

{Word Count: 471}

Taglist: @turtledove824 , @jeonginplsholdmyhand , @theodorenottgf

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Once the weekend was over, you headed out of your apartment with your bag filled with clothes and a bathing suit for the week since the college is going to the beach out of town for the week.

After getting to the bus you were assigned to get on, you sighed in relief when you got onto the bus and saw Changbin lol bunny ears down and Jeongin looking out the window in the very back of the bus.

After timidly walking down the bus aisle between the other students seated and you sat on the left of Changbin, next to Jeongin.

After awhile Han stepped on the bus and came to the back where y'all are and sat next to Changbin. You peeked past Changbin and asked Han, “Are the rest of the boys on one of the other buses?”.

Han nodded as other students began to pile up onto the bus, including the group of boys from last friday.

Jeongin scoffs lightly when he sees them get into y’all's bus. Once Jeongin had seen that they sat down at the front of the bus, he looked back out of the window while you and Changbin talked.

After a few hours the bus parked with the other buses lined up in the hotel's parking lot.

Once the students got paired up and given their hotel room keys, you started heading to your hotel room with Jeongin and Changbin behind you. Thankfully they had the room next to yours, When you got to your room you unlocked the door and went in before you started setting your stuff down.

After settling into your hotel room and taking a shower, you changed into your pajamas. You plugged in your charger before getting onto the bed and texting Han and Felix in the Three Besties GC.

After a while Han started a video call, you quickly answered it.

“Y/nine!,” Han calls out with a smile before you see Lee Know peek into Han’s camera frame.

You let out a little chuckle when you saw that before you heard a ping sound letting you know that Felix also joined the video call.

Before Felix could say his greetings, you hear Hyunjin dramatically say “Y/n, we haven't seen you all day,” while he flops down onto Felix’s bed. You let out a small chuckle before you said “I had my classes to attend before I got onto the bus, and Jeongin and Changbin were up there with me.”

You grab your charger and plug it into your phone when it gives you the notification for low battery.

After talking with Han and Felix a few more hours with the occasional input from Lee Know and Hyunjin, you told them good night before ending the call and going to bed.

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Fallen Flower Chapter 3

Pairing: Jeongin x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None.

Taglist: @turtledove824 , @jeonginplsholdmyhand , @theodorenottgf

{Word Count: 1,010 }

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After hanging out and watching Sweet Home with Han and Felix, you strolled through campus heading towards your off-campus apartment with your ears up high in alert after hearing a girl's scream when you were halfway across campus and away from the boys' house.

You tensed up when you heard a group of boys coming from the direction of where the girl's scream came from. You froze up when one of them shouted out at you, stopping you in your tracks.

“Hey! Can't you hear!” one of them shouted while letting their pheromones out, releasing a nauseousating scent of cigarette smoke.

After taking a few deep breaths to try and calm your racing nerves you meekly turned around, but let out a little squeal of fear when you realized how close he was to you.

“Are you deaf or something” the one in front of you asked annoyed, your nose twitches when the ratchet smell of alcohol fanned into your face from his breath causing you to take a few steps before he grabbed your arm roughly, your ears droop down against your head in fear when you tried to pull you arm free.

When his group of friends slowly started to surround you, you let out a scream yelling for him to let you go while trying to get his grip off your arm. When suddenly he let go and his friends quickly went behind him when you heard Chan call out angrily “What do you y'all think y'all are doing?,” with his grey wolf ears pinned back against his head and his tail flicking angrily behind him as he approaches you, gently pull you behind him with Changbin and Lee Know closely behind him act as an barrier between you and the group of boys.

“Just trying to have some fun” one of them said as they looked at the ground like they were bowing their heads down to their alpha.

Hearing that only made Chan even more mad, letting out a low growl as he went to step forward before you timidly grab his wrist while looking at the ground giving the group of boys enough time to scurrying away.

“Bunch of jerks,” Lee Know stated as he scoffs before glancing at you to make sure you were alright. “You're staying the night at the house,” Chan stated leaving no room for disagreement as he started heading back to the house with you, Lee Know, and Changing followed closely behind him.

Once y'all got back to the house, Changbin held the door open for you as you went in while the rest of the boys looked puzzled as to why you were there. “ Y/nnie I thought you were going home?” Han asked before you could reply Chan spoke “ She is going to be staying the night,”. Han and Felix's ear perked up when they heard that and quickly said “Y/n can stay in our room with us for the night,” unknowingly to them of the desert fox hybrid tail flicking annoyed sitting not too far from them when he caught scent of your distressed pheromoans coming off you in little waves.

While Han and Felix lead you to their room, Chan glanced at Jeongin, noticing his annoyed expression before Hyunjin spoke up and asked “What Happened?,”. Chan explained what had happened and when he was done speaking everyone in the living room was pissed. Hyunjin scoffed before heading to Han and Felix's room annoyed.

Once Hyunjin got to the room, he dramatically flopped down onto the bed next to you and Felix up against the headboard with Han at the foot of the bed. A few minutes later Jeongin comes into the room with a few pillows and blankets, you look up at him puzzled before he says “ Spare pillows and blankets from the closet…” before he quickly drops them into the bed and leaving the room with light pink tinted cheeks but not before catching knowingly looks from Felix, Han, and Hyunjin because they know that the blankets and pillows are actually Jeongins.

After a few hours of talking with Han, Hyunjin, and Felix, Hyunjin leaves because it's getting late but not before saying a quick goodnight.

After setting the pillows up against the headboard of the bed how you wanted you wrap up into the blankets like a blanketed burrito.

Han got off of the bed and onto Felix's. After putting on Taxi Driver and turning the light, Han and Felix shouted “Goodnight,” followed by muffled Goodnights coming from all the boys' different rooms.

The next morning you wake up to Han peeking up at you from the floor, letting out a startled yelp. “What are you doing Han!?” you asked puzzled, as you looked at him on the floor.

“I was getting ready to wake you up because you were mumbling in your sleep.,” Han admitted with his ears down. After going to the kitchen and eating breakfast that Lee Know made, Jeongin accompanied you as you walked to your apartment. Once you got to your apartment you unlocked the door before letting Jeongin and you went to take a shower and get into a change of clothes.

After your shower and getting into a different change of clothes you grab your library card off your desk and locked your apartment door heading towards the library with Jeongin not too far behind you with his tail flicking closely to you. When you got to the library you checked in with Jeongin before getting a few books on different plants and herbs and sitting at an empty table not noticing Jeongin looked up at you from his book, watching you from his table.

After studying different plants and herbs for a few hours you started to get hungry, you quickly put a bookmark on the page you were reading before putting the books in to back and checking the books out.

You left with Jeongin after he had suggested going to a cafe close to the library at college.

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Fallen Flower Chapter 2

Pairing: Jeongin x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

{Word Count: 444}

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After slowly getting to know Felix over the next few weeks, you slowly got into a routine of going to a lovely downtown cafe with Felix and Han.

Like today you were heading to the cafe with Felix and Han behind. “How have you been liking it here so far?,” Felix asked with his accent coming out slightly more, while his blonde cat ears twitched curiously as he waited for you to answer “It’s been nice so far, I also met Hyunjin in my art class,” you skittishly admitted with your bunny ears down timidly.

“Yeah, he told us about it when he got back later that day, Hyunjin wouldn’t stop talking about how he saw you in his art class,” Han stated as you all sat down at your usual table and Han ordered an iced Americano and a cheesecake while Felix ordered a rice cake and coffee.

After talking for a while and eating, you all headed back to campus to finish the rest of your classes. After saying bye to Felix and Han, you started heading towards your mathematics class, while heading to mathematics you ran into Chan almost bumping into him.

After mumbling out a quick “ Sorry ” you headed the rest of the way to your mathematics class. After finishing class a few hours later you get a text from Han and Felix in y’all group chat.

The Three Besties GC

{5:17} Han- Hey Y/nie, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out at the house and have a movie night?

{5:17} Felix- I have a new brownie recipe I wanted us to try out as well.

{5:18} Y/n- Sure, But I don’t know if the rest of the boys will like me being there though.

After sending that text, you started to feel a little uneasy. Because what if the guys didn’t want you there, what if they were just letting you hangout there because your Han and Felix’s friend and they felt bad and petty you, all those thoughts started running through your head.

You kept your head down low as you headed towards Sigma Kappa Zeta fraternity house. After quietly knocking on the dorr a few times, the door opened revealing Jeongin, his desert fox ears flicking curiously as he looked down at you puzzled. “You are?,”. Before you could reply, you hear Han shout “Y/nie!,” from behind Jeongin, pushing the younger male out of the way to get to you, before pulling you into the house to the living room where you see Felix enter with a plate of freshly baked brownies from the kitchen.

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Jeongin!! I always get him for this kind of stuff, and I think we would click best if I met in real life. Also, at the end, it asks for you bias, and I forgot it was a skz quiz, so I said my nct biases 😬😬

yo i made this funky fresh quiz about your govt assigned skz boyfriend, please take it and validate me <3

hi i’ve really enjoyed reading your work 🤗 can i make a request?

exes to lovers w/ jeongin where reader & him still try to have a good relationship & hang out w each other for the sake of their friend group but he kind of screws up by accidentally calling reader their pet name from when they were together?

(even better if it’s extra angsty🙂‍↕️)

Hey! Thank you so much for the request! I’m sorry it took me a hot minute to get it done, but I hope the length makes up for it 🥹 Please feel free to request again! ── ( 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 )

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❛ After a painful breakup, you and Jeongin struggle to maintain a civil front for your mutual friends, but when he accidentally calls you by your old pet name, unresolved emotions resurface, forcing you both to confront the lingering feelings between you.

𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧 + gender neutral reader ೯ ( 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 )

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 12.6k 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 50 mins

꒰ 💌 ꒱ ミ Say hello to my very first long-fic! It took me an eternity to get this done, but I'm actually very proud of how it turned out! Also, my very rough draft for this was accidentally posted a few days ago, so if you saw that...no you didn't! This was anonymously requested! (Anon, I'm sorry it took me a hot minute to finally finish this, but I hope I made up for it with how long it ended up being 🫠) Reblogs for this teaser are always appreciated! Requests are currently open! ── ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 )

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Mentions of sibling death and grief, very brief mention of a dysfunctional home, use of they-them pronouns for Y/N, brief explanation of sibling death, Y/N's sibling has their own name, mentions of being abandoned, heartbreak, awkward re-encounter after almost a year, discussions on mental health, a whole lot of angst, comforting ending, let me know if I missed anything!

( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ) ( 𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐣𝐚𝐫 )

When Jeongin stepped through the door he had once shared with you, a sense of dread already coiled tightly around his heart, squeezing with every breath. He knew you'd kept your promise to move out by the end of the week, but the reality of it hit harder than he could have imagined. The front hallway, once cluttered with a chaotic jumble of shoes that you always left haphazardly by the entrance, now stood painfully bare, save for his own neatly aligned row of frequently worn sneakers. The absence of your presence echoed louder than any argument ever had, and suddenly he found himself longing for those moments of trivial annoyance—wishing, with a deep, aching desire, that he could quarrel with you about it just once more.

He kicked off his sneakers, setting them carefully amongst the rest of his now lonely footwear. For a moment, he stood there, hesitant, almost willing to call out your name, hoping against hope that you might answer from the bedroom or kitchen, your voice cutting through the oppressive silence that now smothered the apartment. But he knew better. He moved forward with heavy steps, not even bothering to put on his house slippers. The silence that greeted him as he wandered further inside was a deafening reminder of what he had lost. You were gone, and with you, the vibrant energy that had once filled these walls had vanished too.

The living room—once a collage of your combined tastes—was now stripped of the personal touches that made it home. The furniture remained, the couch where you both had laughed and argued, the coffee table marked with rings from careless mugs of tea during lazy mornings. Yet, all the little decorations, the framed art you insisted on hanging, the plants you’d tried so hard to keep alive—they had all disappeared with you. The emptiness was jarring, like a canvas half-painted and abruptly abandoned, leaving every wall and surface barren, the once warm and cozy atmosphere now reduced to a cold, unfamiliar space.

By the time Jeongin reached the bedroom, the last thread of his fragile composure snapped. The bed—where countless memories had been woven—was stripped down to its bare mattress, the sheets gone. The framed photographs of the two of you were turned face down on the bedside table, as if you couldn’t bear to look at them one last time. His eyes moved to the corner where your ridiculously large collection of stuffed animals had once spilled over, crowding half of the bed. That too was empty now. An overwhelming wave of loss washed over him, dragging him to his knees. 

Jeongin's breath came out in shaky gasps as he looked around the hollow shell of what had been your shared sanctuary. You were truly gone. Though he had been the one to end things between you, a decision made in a moment of confusion and pride, he was still hopelessly, painfully in love with you. The realization of his own foolishness crashed over him with unbearable weight, suffocating him in the silence that was once filled with your laughter, your presence, and your love.

Jeongin couldn’t summon a shred of resentment toward you, even if he tried. He understood, all too painfully, that everything that had unraveled between you over the past year was nothing but a sorrowful consequence of your grief. You had once been a soul overflowing with light, always searching for the silver lining amidst the clouds, a spirit who could find a glimmer of hope even in the darkest of times. You, who would often conspire with his mischievous best friend, Seungmin, forming a relentless duo to tease him until he’d feign a pout, forcing you to shower him with kisses until he laughed again. You, who came home every evening brimming with stories about the children you counseled at the school, your eyes alight with passion and care for each of them. All that Jeongin had loved so deeply about you seemed to have been buried alongside your sister, Nari, and this loss was a truth he still grappled with, even now.

As he crawled onto the empty, cold bed that had once been a warm sanctuary for both of you, Jeongin curled into himself, his body folding inward as if trying to shield himself from the harsh reality. His sobs came in ragged waves, tearing through him so violently that he trembled, his breath hitching with each shaky inhale. He missed you more than words could convey—he missed everything about you. The sound of your laughter echoed in his mind like a haunting melody, its tones shifting with your moods: soft and lyrical when merely amused, and loud, unrestrained when joy truly overwhelmed you. He missed those sounds, the ones that used to fill this now desolate space with life and love.

He missed the lazy afternoons you'd spend together, brainstorming new exercises for his music therapy sessions. Those moments would often devolve into impromptu concerts, filled with your carefree, barefoot dancing across the living room floor and his voice following your lead, blending into a harmony of shared happiness. It was in those moments that everything felt right in the world, where nothing existed but the two of you, lost in your own little universe of melodies and movements. He missed those afternoons like one misses the warmth of the sun after too many days of rain.

He missed teasing you in those quiet moments when you were deeply focused, often catching you sticking your tongue out ever so slightly—a quirk of concentration that never failed to endear him. He’d gently pinch it between his fingers, earning himself a mildly exasperated huff as you’d swat his hand away. But he knew that a smile would inevitably creep up on your lips, and you’d turn away to hide it, cheeks flushing with a mix of amusement and affection. It was the kind of simple, tender moment that spoke volumes about the depth of your bond, a bond that now felt irreparably severed.

Every corner of this home whispered memories of you, and he was haunted by them all—the good, the bad, the ones that made him laugh, and especially those that made him cry. Your absence left a void that nothing could fill, a hollow silence where there had once been laughter and love. And even though he knew it was your grief that had driven a wedge between you, he couldn’t help but wish he could find a way back to you, to the person you used to be, and to the love that once made him feel whole.

The night that shattered your world was meant to be a day of celebration: your younger sister Nari’s high school graduation. Jeongin could still see you in his mind's eye that morning, almost vibrating with pure, uncontainable joy. Your eyes were bright, brimming with excitement, and your smile—so wide and beautiful—tugged at his heart each time it graced your lips. Nari was the center of your universe, your pride, your joy, your true soulmate in a world that often felt uncertain and cold. You had been more than just a sister to her; you had been her guardian, her comforter, her everything. You were the one who took on the weight of raising her through the chaotic turmoil of your parents' messy divorce, providing stability where there was none. 

Jeongin could recall countless times Nari would recount how you shielded her from the constant, venomous arguments that echoed through your childhood home. Despite your own young age, you found ways to distract her, to pull her out of the chaos—whether it was with whispered jokes or made-up games that filled her mind with something brighter than the screaming. To Nari, you were a star, someone who had hung the moon just for her. She often spoke with a mix of awe and adoration about the afternoons you both spent sneaking into the little ice cream shop on the way home from school, spending hours laughing over melting cones until you were sure your mother had left for work. 

Jeongin also remembered the quiet, tender moments he would witness after you had graduated and moved out. Nights when Nari would sleep over, curled up beside you, as if you were her very own safe haven in a world that could be so unforgiving. There was a beauty in how you held her close, how you seemed to provide her with an anchor when everything else felt adrift. Yet, no relationship, no matter how deeply cherished, is without its storms. For as vividly as Jeongin could remember the soft, loving moments, he could just as clearly recall the bitter weeks leading up to Nari's graduation—weeks marked by harsh words and heated arguments.

You and Nari shared many things—your fierce loyalty, your protective instincts—but perhaps most notably, the sharp edge of your words. When tempers flared, both of you possessed a mercilessly cutting tongue that could lash out with a force that left deep, stinging wounds. Jeongin hated those fights, hated the cruel things you would shout at each other in the heat of the moment, words that cut so deeply and yet meant nothing once the anger faded. The conflict had started when Nari began dating an older guy who had already graduated. Neither you nor Jeongin liked him, sensing the danger in his recklessness, his penchant for illegal activities that threatened to drag your sister down a path she wasn't prepared for. But Nari, stubborn and convinced she had found the love of her life, refused to listen. The tension between you both grew unbearable, each argument driving another wedge between you and your beloved sister, and Jeongin could do nothing but stand helplessly on the sidelines, watching as she slowly pushed you away.

The real fracture came on what should have been a night of celebration. Nari was supposed to have dinner with you and Jeongin to celebrate her graduation. She promised to meet you both, to share in the joy of her achievement, but instead, she turned off her phone and ran off with her boyfriend to a party that everyone knew would be dangerous. For hours, you and Jeongin called and texted, reaching out to everyone who might have known where she was, each unanswered ring heightening the tension, every minute stretching into a painful eternity. 

And then, the call came—the one that brought your entire world crashing down. Nari had been found dead inside her boyfriend’s car. Both were intoxicated when he decided to drive, his recklessness steering them straight into a tree. The impact killed them both instantly. 

Jeongin would never forget the sound that tore through you in that moment, a wail of agony so deep and raw it seemed to shatter the very air around you. It was a sound that would forever echo in his heart, a haunting melody of a love lost too soon and a pain that could never be soothed.

The piercing sound of Jeongin's phone ringing in his back pocket cut through the thick, oppressive fog of memories that had been drowning him ever since he stepped into the cold, empty apartment that was once alive with the warmth of your shared moments. His body still trembled with the aftershocks of his own heartbreak, his face still wet with a cascade of tears that seemed endless. For a moment, he considered ignoring it, letting it fade away into the void of everything else that felt lost to him. But something compelled him to move, to reach into his pocket and pull out his phone. The screen flashed with a name: Chan. 

Jeongin’s first instinct was to let it ring out. He wasn’t sure he could bear the gentle, pity-laden concern he knew he would hear in Chan’s voice. The idea of facing someone else’s worry, of being forced to articulate the emptiness clawing at his chest, felt like too much. But he also knew that Chan wasn’t just calling for the sake of it—he was worried. Maybe that thought, the notion that someone still cared enough to reach out, was what finally convinced Jeongin to answer. With a shaky breath, he pressed the phone to his ear.

“Yes?” His voice came out rough and broken, as if he’d swallowed shards of glass, a hoarse rasp that even he barely recognized. On the other end, there was a sharp intake of breath, a small hitch that spoke volumes, followed by the sound of Chan clearing his throat in that awkward, nervous way he had when he didn’t know how to approach a delicate subject.

“Hey, how are you holding up?” Chan’s voice was gentle, tentative, as if afraid that anything more might cause Jeongin to shatter completely. The simple question, so innocuous yet loaded with care, brought fresh tears to Jeongin’s eyes. He swallowed thickly, trying to keep his composure, not wanting to add more weight to Chan’s worry.

“As well as I can be...everything is gone.” The words felt heavy on his tongue, sinking like stones into the silence that followed. There was a sigh on the other end, deep and empathetic, filled with an understanding that was both comforting and unbearable.

“I’ll stop by later, yeah?” Chan’s offer came with a note of encouragement, trying to lift the heavy blanket of despair. “I can bring Minho so he can cook you some food, and we can figure out what comes next.” There was kindness in his words, an attempt to pull Jeongin from the pit he’d found himself in, but the weight pressing on Jeongin’s chest didn’t budge, didn’t ease in the slightest.

“Maybe another time, Channie, thank you,” Jeongin murmured, his voice carrying the exhaustion of someone who had been running a losing race against his own emotions. “I think I just need a few days alone.” The silence that stretched between them after was telling, thick with Chan’s unspoken disapproval. Jeongin could almost see the frown on his friend’s face, the way he’d be chewing on his lip, holding back what he really wanted to say.

Eventually, Chan spoke again, his tone carefully measured, almost as if he were walking on eggshells. “Right. Um, hey...Felix wanted to pay Y/N a visit to make sure everything’s alright and to help with the moving. The problem is, none of us really know where they moved, and we thought that maybe they might’ve told you or something?”

The mention of your name was like a punch to the gut, a sharp twist of the knife that had already been embedded in his heart. Jeongin’s breath caught, and he could feel his throat tightening, the sting of tears threatening to spill over once more. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to stay composed, to not break apart all over again.

“No,” he sighed after a moment, rolling onto his back and staring up at the empty, featureless ceiling that seemed to stretch on like an abyss. “I thought you guys would’ve known... but maybe Y/N needs some time alone for a while too. I’m sure they’ll call when they’re ready.”

The words felt hollow, a brittle hope that tasted more like ash on his tongue, but it was all he could offer. And in the silence that followed, Jeongin could only listen to the faint sound of Chan’s breathing, the weight of their shared helplessness settling in like a cold, unwelcome presence in the room.

Jeongin had clung to a fragile hope that, in time, you would reach out to the circle of friends who had once been your shared lifeline. He never imagined that you would confide in him directly—he knew all too well that the pain of his departure still festered like an open wound. You had made it painfully clear how much you resented him for breaking things off when you needed him most. He could still hear your voice, raw with anger and hurt, echoing in his mind as you stormed out of the apartment for the last time.

But never in his darkest nightmares had he expected you to vanish completely, as if swallowed by the earth itself. There wasn't even a whisper of your whereabouts, not the faintest trace left behind to hint at where you might have gone. It was as if you had been erased from existence. When you left, you didn't just walk out of Jeongin's life—you walked away from everything that had tied you to this place. You resigned from your job as a school counselor, the one located just a short distance from Jeongin’s apartment where you had once found solace in guiding young lives through their own turmoil. Your phone number had changed, your social media accounts lay abandoned and untouched, gathering digital dust like forgotten relics of a past life.

For what felt like an eternity, each member of your once tightly-knit group of friends wore the weight of worry like a second skin, tirelessly searching for any sign of you, some confirmation that you were still out there, somewhere, still breathing. Nights were spent in hushed conversations and whispered theories, each one more desperate than the last, wondering if you were even alive. The silence you left in your wake was deafening, a void that consumed every bit of hope they tried to hold onto.

Yet, as the months dragged on and there was still no word—no signal, no letter, not even a single fleeting message—Jeongin and the others were forced to confront a harsh new reality. The absence of your presence became a palpable thing, a hollow emptiness that settled in their chests. Slowly, reluctantly, they began to understand that they might never see you again. And in that painful understanding, they had no choice but to piece together their broken hearts and try, however feebly, to move forward. 

But even as they moved on, a part of Jeongin remained anchored in that lingering silence, waiting for the day it would finally break.

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Eight months had passed since you vanished without a word, leaving behind a void that swallowed everything and everyone you once knew. Jeongin found himself seated on a low stool in the center of his sunlit office, a space designed to cradle broken spirits. The room was filled with warmth, the soft, earth-toned walls bathed in a gentle, golden glow that made it feel like a sanctuary amidst the chaos. Around him, cushions were scattered like islands of comfort, and the soft hum of a guitar rested against his body, its strings vibrating gently with each subtle shift of his calloused fingers.

In front of him, a small group sat in a circle, each person a vessel of silent sorrow. Some had their eyes shut tight, trying to shut out the world, while others stared ahead, their gazes distant, lost in the labyrinth of their own pain. Today’s session was centered around grief—a familiar theme that Jeongin had come to understand all too well. His eyes swept over the group, his expression soft and understanding, a silent invitation for them to share their burdens. Directly across from him, a young woman who had recently lost her mother sat rigid, her shoulders taut as bowstrings, her fingers anxiously picking at the frayed edge of her sleeve. Beside her, an elderly man kept his gaze fixed on his wrinkled hands, folded so tightly in his lap it seemed as if he was afraid he might fall apart if he let go.

Jeongin's fingers began to dance over the guitar strings, coaxing out a few gentle notes that floated through the room like a soft breeze on a warm day. The melody was simple, almost like a lullaby—tender and soothing, a soft hand reaching out in the enveloping darkness. It was a song he had crafted with your help, your voice whispering in his mind, guiding the melody with your mesmerizing ideas and gentle critiques. He tried not to think of you now, of the countless hours you'd spent together creating this very piece, but the memory lingered like a ghost.

“Let’s take a deep breath,” he murmured, his voice a low hum that barely rose above the delicate strumming. “Breathe in... and out. Feel the music as it moves through you.” His voice was smooth and warm as he began to sing, threading through the air like a comforting embrace. The lyrics were a balm for weary souls, speaking of finding peace amid the storm, of a quiet place where one could lay down their burdens. He watched the room with quiet intent, observing as the music began to weave its subtle magic.

The young woman’s shoulders, once so tense, began to loosen ever so slightly, her breath easing into a more natural rhythm. The elderly man’s grip on his hands softened, his fingers unclenching as if the melody had given him permission to let go, if only for a moment. Jeongin’s heart ached as he shifted the melody into a new key, a hint of melancholy now woven into the notes. His voice leaned into the emotion, allowing it to crack and falter in just the right places, like a mirror reflecting the fractures of a breaking heart.

He knew the power of those small imperfections—the way a slight fracture in the music could resonate with the cracks in a person’s soul, giving them the courage to confront their own pain. The room felt heavy with unspoken sorrow, yet somehow lighter, too, as if each note was drawing out a little of the darkness from within. And as he continued to sing, Jeongin allowed himself to feel the weight of his own grief, letting it pour into the song, knowing that sometimes, in the quiet beauty of shared pain, there was a kind of healing.

Moments later, a soft sob broke the fragile silence. The young woman's face crumpled as she brought a trembling hand to her mouth, tears spilling down her cheeks in rivulets that caught the light. Jeongin’s heart ached for her, a deep, familiar pain unfurling in his chest. His mind flashed back to countless moments where he had seen that same expression etched across your own face—the anguish, the vulnerability. But he didn’t stop playing. Instead, he allowed the melody to swell, his fingers coaxing the guitar strings through the dark waters of sorrow and guiding them back toward a glimmer of hope, like a lighthouse in a storm.

“Let it out,” he murmured, his voice a soft, comforting undertone to the music. “There’s no need to hold back here.” His words were a gentle invitation, a permission to release the emotions that had been held back for far too long. And as if on cue, the room filled with the raw sounds of grief—soft, stifled sobs, muffled cries, the quiet sniffles of those who had long forgotten how to weep openly. Jeongin continued to play, his music becoming a vessel for their pain, a safe harbor where tears could flow without shame or judgment. 

Across the circle, he caught a glimpse of the elderly man, his head bowed low, his lips quivering as he mouthed the words of the song. His eyes were squeezed shut, as if trying to ward off a memory too painful to face. Jeongin’s gaze softened, and he let the melody shift, his fingers moving with practiced ease into something softer, gentler—like a lull after the fury of a storm. Each note was deliberate, a quiet caress to soothe the raw edges of the room's collective sorrow. He watched as the weight of grief began to lift, ever so slightly, and the room took a deep breath, exhaling the heaviness that had clung to them like a shadow.

When the final note faded into the stillness, Jeongin let the silence settle, heavy but not suffocating. He set his guitar down gently, his eyes meeting each person’s in turn, offering a silent acknowledgment of their pain. “Thank you for sharing this space with me,” he said, his voice a soft balm even as his own heart bore the scars of past regrets. Too often did Jeongin lose sleep over how he, despite his profession, had failed to help you through your own grief. “Grief is heavy, but together, we can carry it, even if just for a moment.”

The young woman wiped at her tears, her face still etched with the rawness of her emotions, but in her eyes, there was a faint spark—a glimmer of relief, as if, for the first time in a long while, she felt a little less alone. The elderly man’s shoulders sagged, a heavy breath escaping his lips, as though a burden had been lifted, if only for a moment. Jeongin offered a small, gentle smile, a subtle curve of his lips that spoke of understanding and quiet encouragement. He picked up his guitar again, fingers brushing against the strings with a familiar, comforting touch.

“How about we end with something light?” he suggested, strumming a few upbeat chords, his eyes brightening with a hint of mischief. “Maybe a song that reminds us of hope. Even when it’s hard to see, it’s always there… waiting for us.” His words hung in the air like a promise, a tender reminder that there was light even in the darkest of places.

And so, with his voice soft but steady, Jeongin led them into another song—one that spoke of healing, of finding strength in the most shattered places, and of a quiet, enduring joy that could bloom even in the darkest seasons of life. This was a song Jeongin had written and composed in the wake of your absence, in the silence that followed your sudden departure. It was a song born of hope, crafted in those long months of not knowing, a song he had always dreamed of sharing with you. And as he sang, he let that hope fill the room, weaving through the notes, a quiet, resilient thread that held the promise of brighter days.

Nearly thirty minutes had passed since the group therapy session had officially ended, but Jeongin's office was still filled with the quiet shuffling of his patients gradually making their way out. This wasn't unusual; some of them often lingered, seeking a few more moments to connect or share their thoughts, and Jeongin never minded. He found these moments invaluable—an opportunity to touch base, to offer a final bit of encouragement or reassurance. 

As Jeongin turned to watch the last patient leave, he was surprised to find his friend Changbin leaning against the doorframe. Changbin’s muscular arms were crossed over his broad chest, his eyes twinkling with a mix of admiration and amusement. A soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and it only grew wider when Jeongin’s gaze finally met his. "Bin," Jeongin greeted with a slight bow, his dimples appearing as he returned his friend's smile. He moved toward his desk on the opposite end of the room, a space that served as both his office and a therapy room within the clinic.

Without waiting for an invitation, Changbin followed him, settling himself comfortably into the leather chair meant for Jeongin. With a roll of his eyes and a shake of his head, Jeongin let out a small huff of amusement at his friend's antics. He took a seat in one of the smaller chairs intended for his patients, his gaze fixed on Changbin. "What are you doing here?" Jeongin finally asked, watching his friend lounging back in the chair, hands interlocked casually behind his head.

Changbin's playful demeanor slowly shifted, his eyes losing their mischievous spark as they settled into something more serious. He sighed, leaning forward to rest his forearms on Jeongin's desk, the sudden shift in atmosphere making Jeongin's heart pick up a little in pace. He tried to keep his expression soft, maintaining a small smile even as he braced himself for whatever Changbin had come to say.

For a moment, the room was filled with a heavy silence as Changbin seemed to struggle with his words, his brows furrowing in thought. Finally, he cleared his throat and spoke, "You know how Yongbok and Hannie wanted to have a joint celebration for their birthdays this Friday, right?" Jeongin's brows knit together in confusion; he hadn’t expected such a mundane topic. Still, he nodded, waiting for the real reason behind Changbin's visit.

"Well, everything will be pretty much the same... but we wanted to tell you this before you showed up." Changbin paused, his worried eyes meeting Jeongin's increasingly anxious gaze. After a deep breath, he continued, "Y/N moved back here a little over a week ago and reached out to us almost immediately. We helped them settle back down, and we've been spending some time with them, catching up on everything. Yongbok and Hannie wanted them to be included in their birthday celebration, but we also wanted to check in with you. Make sure you're okay with that first."

Jeongin felt his entire world tilt on its axis, Changbin's words crashing into him like a wave he hadn’t braced for. A million questions stormed through his mind, so fast and furious that he couldn’t quite grasp a single one. "Wait." His hand shot up, signaling his need for a pause as he shifted forward, perching on the edge of his chair. His voice, tinged with betrayal and hurt, spilled out in a rushed breath, "What do you mean Y/N moved back here a week ago? Why am I just learning about this now?"

A look of guilt shadowed Changbin's face, his expression softening with regret. "Y/N asked us not to tell you for a little bit because they weren't ready to handle it yet... but now that everything's settled, they have a new job and everything—Y/N is ready to meet with you if you'd like." He hesitated, and a flicker of panic widened his eyes as he quickly added, "But you didn't hear that last part from me. Y/N wanted to be the one to reach out at some point today or tomorrow."

The silence that followed was heavy, all-consuming, wrapping around Jeongin like a thick fog. He struggled to wrap his mind around the news of your return, the idea of seeing you again so unexpectedly unsettling. The weight of your absence, the questions left unanswered, all resurfaced in that single moment, leaving him adrift in a sea of emotions he wasn’t prepared to face.

Jeongin didn't quite know how to feel about you moving back into town after leaving him without so much as a goodbye. The news of your return stirred a storm of emotions within him, each one more complicated than the last. On one hand, he understood your reasons for leaving—the desperate need to escape from everything that reminded you of your younger sister, Nari, and the weight of your relationship with him, which had grown heavy with grief and unresolved pain. He could see why you had to flee, to distance yourself from the memories that clung to every corner of the town like shadows that wouldn't let you breathe. 

But understanding didn't erase the sting of abandonment. Jeongin couldn't ignore the countless sleepless nights he’d endured, his mind spiraling into an abyss of what-ifs and could-have-beens. He thought back to the moments when your relationship had still felt beautiful and safe, long before it had quietly begun to crumble beneath the weight of tragedy. In truth, he realized, the love between you had started to fray the very moment you received the devastating news of Nari’s fatal accident. It had unraveled slowly, painfully, until there was nothing left but a hollow shell of what once was. By the time he officially ended things, the love you shared had already been gone, replaced by a haunting emptiness.

For months after you left, Jeongin had nearly driven himself to madness, caught in a vicious cycle of regret and self-blame. Every waking moment was spent agonizing over all the different ways he might have pulled you out of your grief. Could he have said something different, done something more? Could he have been more patient, more understanding? He had replayed these thoughts over and over, like a broken record stuck on a painful refrain. There was a time when he couldn’t even look at his own reflection without being reminded of his failure—his inability to be the anchor you needed in the storm of your sorrow. He blamed himself for your sudden departure, believing that if he had fought for you a little harder, if he had held on just a bit longer, maybe things would have turned out differently.

Slowly, though, Jeongin had begun to emerge from the shadows of his own grief. He had started to come to terms with the loss—not just of Nari, whom he had loved deeply through you, but also the loss of the future he had imagined with you by his side. He’d begun to accept that his own heartbreak, mixed with the suffocating weight of guilt, was something he needed to release in order to move forward. Jeongin had finally allowed himself to realize that in the grand scheme of things, staying by your side would have meant losing himself in the process, trying to bring back a version of you that had vanished the day Nari did. He’d come to understand that you were never going to be the same person again, and neither was he.

And now, just when he was starting to find a semblance of peace, you chose this moment to step back into his life. It felt like the ground he had just managed to steady himself on was beginning to shake once more. Jeongin wasn’t sure if he was ready to face you again, to reopen wounds that were only just beginning to scar over. Yet, there was also a flicker of something else—a hope, perhaps, or maybe just curiosity—about what this new chapter could bring. But whatever it was, it left him feeling unsettled, standing on the precipice of a past he had tried so hard to leave behind.

As his mind continued to swirl with a torrent of thoughts, Jeongin was startled by the bitterness that began to simmer beneath the surface of his heart. The resentment was unexpected, an emotion so potent that it almost frightened him. It clawed at him, leaving a sour taste in his mouth, a stark contrast to the calm demeanor he usually carried. But as his gaze lifted, his eyes locked with Changbin's, and he saw the concern etched in his friend's face. The anxiety in Changbin's sincere eyes was unmistakable, quietly tracking the cascade of emotions that flickered across Jeongin's vulnerable features like a storm passing through. 

Despite the sharp sting of betrayal—the feeling of being kept in the dark by his closest friends, who had not only hidden your return from him but also lied to him so they could spend time with you—Jeongin found a small measure of solace in Changbin’s quiet empathy. It was as if Changbin's presence anchored him, a silent reassurance that he wasn’t navigating these turbulent waters alone. In that brief moment, Jeongin’s chaotic thoughts cleared enough for him to take a deep, steadying breath. He slumped back into his chair, his eyes dropping to his sneakers, suddenly feeling the weight of his own exhaustion. His shoulders sagged, heavy with the burden of emotions he could no longer ignore.

"I don’t know if I’ll be ready to meet with Y/N before the party," Jeongin confessed in a low murmur meant only for Changbin’s ears. The sadness in his voice was unmistakable, a raw and tender ache that clung to every word. He took a moment, trying to gather his thoughts that seemed to scatter like leaves in the wind. "But I’m not going to stand in the way of Y/N joining the birthday party—especially since it’s not my place to decide that. I’ll still be there, and I want to be as civil as possible. So, please, don’t let anyone make it more awkward than it needs to be, or I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it."

His voice trembled by the end, his courage wavering as he finally lifted his eyes to meet Changbin's once more. There was a flicker of something fragile there, something almost hopeful, despite the tangled mess of his emotions. Changbin nodded, a soft smile pulling at his lips, a small gesture of gratitude and understanding. He stood up, moving closer to lay a firm, reassuring hand on Jeongin’s shoulder—a rare show of affection, knowing how Jeongin tended to shy away from touch, especially when his emotions were laid bare like this.

"I’ll talk to the boys," Changbin promised, his voice steady, grounding. It was the most he could offer in that moment, aware of how delicate the situation was. 

With that, Changbin turned and quietly exited Jeongin's office, leaving the younger man alone with his thoughts. The room seemed to close in around him, heavy with the weight of everything he was yet to fully comprehend. Jeongin remained seated, lost in the labyrinth of his own complicated emotions—anger, sadness, regret, and something else, something almost like a glimmer of hope—all swirling together in a chaotic dance that he had no idea how to untangle.

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In the three days leading up to the eagerly awaited joint birthday party on Friday—an event hosted by Chan for Felix and Jisung—Jeongin found himself ensnared in a relentless spiral of anxiety and anticipation. The looming prospect of encountering you after nearly a year of absence gnawed at him with a persistence that bordered on torment. He grappled with a thousand imagined scenarios, each one an intricate tapestry of potential outcomes and emotional landmines. The uncertainty was a constant, unsettling presence in his life.

Jeongin’s small apartment, once shared with you, had become a labyrinth of memories and regrets. He often wandered its confines, the soft thud of his footsteps a mournful echo of the unease that had taken residence in his chest. The apartment seemed to sigh with each step he took, as if mourning the lost echoes of a time when you had been there. Despite his efforts to bury himself in work, the thought of you lingered like an unwelcome shadow, a constant undercurrent that refused to be ignored. He would catch himself staring at his phone, repeatedly re-reading the message you had sent him just hours after Changbin’s visit—a message that had become both a lifeline and a tormentor.

Your text, which read: 

Hey, Jeongin. It’s been a while. I know I left without much of an explanation and cut off contact... I’m sorry for how I handled things. I’m sorry for a lot of things, actually. But I wasn’t in the best place back then, and I needed time to figure things out on my own. I’m back in town now, and I’d like to talk sometime if you’re open to it. No pressure—I just feel like there are a lot of things that were left unsaid between us. Take care!

Every time Jeongin read these words, a storm of emotions would churn within him. The initial formality of your greeting felt like a cold draft from a distant past, a stark contrast to the warmth that had once existed between you. The passage of time loomed large, a reminder of the endless stretch of days that had passed since your sudden disappearance. He was struck by a poignant blend of nostalgia and pain, the abruptness of your departure a constant reminder of how unfinished your story had been.

Your apology, though a balm of sorts, stirred a complicated mix of relief and frustration within him. On one hand, it acknowledged the hurt you had caused, but on the other, it left a multitude of unresolved questions hanging in the air. Why did you leave so suddenly? Why did you sever all contact? Jeongin understood that you were not in a good place and needed space, but that understanding did little to soothe the sting of abandonment he felt. The sense of being left in the dark, coupled with a profound sadness over his inability to help you, left him grappling with a blend of guilt and anger.

The mention of wanting to talk now jolted him, a surge of conflicting emotions rushing to the surface. He was torn between the desire to reconnect and the fear of reopening old wounds. The prospect of addressing the myriad of things left unsaid between you brought with it a flood of memories—regrets, unresolved issues, and a yearning for closure. Each re-reading of your message plunged him deeper into a whirlpool of complicated thoughts and emotions, the turbulence of his feelings both paralyzing and consuming.

Ultimately, Jeongin found himself unable to craft a suitable response, and so he chose silence. His decision not to reply was one shrouded in uncertainty, a choice that left him questioning whether it was the right one. The silence that followed was both a refuge and a torment, a delicate balance between preserving his own peace and the unresolved echo of your return.

The night of the party arrived under a canopy of crisp, clear sky, the stars shimmering with an almost mocking brilliance. Jeongin drifted through the evening like a specter, his senses overwhelmed by a world that seemed too bright, too noisy, and far too indifferent to his turmoil. His apartment, once a sanctuary, had become a chaotic jumble of discarded outfits—each one cast aside with a frustrated sigh and a sense of resignation. The fabric of his clothes lay strewn about like the remnants of a battle fought and lost against his own anxiety. Nothing felt right, and the more he tried, the more he was convinced that nothing ever would.

Eventually, he settled on a modest ensemble—simple, unobtrusive, and devoid of any hint of personal flair. As he dressed, he glanced at his reflection in the mirror, and what he saw was a stranger staring back—an image of confusion and trepidation. He attempted a smile, one that was supposed to be confident and reassuring, but it fell flat, a mere shadow of what he hoped to project. By the time he arrived at Chan's place, his nerves were a live wire, sparking and fizzing with every heartbeat.

The apartment, already abuzz with the lively hum of music and the warm murmur of laughter, was suffused with the rich, inviting aroma of a feast. Jeongin took a deep breath, steeling himself before stepping into the vibrant chaos. Felix, ever the beacon of warmth, was the first to greet him. His smile was a radiant crescent, eyes sparkling with the playful twinkle of a galaxy etched upon his cheeks and nose. Felix enveloped Jeongin in a tight, enthusiastic hug, and Jeongin could almost gauge the number of drinks Felix had indulged in by the exuberance of the embrace. As he disentangled himself from the fervent welcome, he was met with a slew of half-hidden concern and reassuring smiles that nearly suffocated him with their well-meaning pity.

He made his way to the kitchen, where the counter was a tableau of gifts—boxes and bags for Felix and Han piled high in cheerful disarray. Jeongin added his own contribution to the heap and then sought refuge in the cool solace of the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water to soothe his parched throat. But then, as if fate itself had conspired to make this night even more unbearable, you appeared in the kitchen doorway.

You had been laughing lightly, a melodic sound that seemed to dance on the air, but upon spotting Jeongin, you froze mid-step. The sight of you was like a flash of brilliance in an otherwise dim landscape. You looked as radiant as ever, with a glimmer of the light that had once illuminated your eyes returning to them—a light Jeongin had once lost himself in with reckless abandon. At that moment, the gravity of his own emotions hit him with a brutal clarity. Despite having ended the relationship, he realized with a heavy heart that he was still desperately, achingly in love with you. Even after nearly a year of separation, the feelings remain undiminished.

You slowly composed yourself, though your body remained taut with the remnants of surprise. The smile you gave him was both disarming and electrifying, sending a shiver through him. With a polite bow, you greeted him, your voice soft and warm as you said, “I’m really glad to see you again, Jeongin.” The way you spoke his name made his knees feel weak, the sheer depth of his longing crystallizing in that single, familiar sound. He had not fully grasped how much he had yearned to hear his name on your lips again until that very moment.

Unable to find words, Jeongin merely bowed in return, his smile shy and tremulous. He watched you turn and leave the kitchen with a hurried pace, your earlier purpose forgotten. The realization dawned on him that he might need more than just water to navigate the emotional maelstrom of the evening.

Chan's party was a sanctuary of familiarity, a gathering of a close-knit circle of friends who had weathered years together. The night had unfolded in a haze of laughter and lively banter, and now, as Jeongin found himself pleasantly intoxicated from the endless rounds of drinking games, he couldn't help but revel in the camaraderie that had once again enveloped the room. It felt undeniably comforting to have everyone gathered under one roof again, especially you.

The past year had cast a shadow over the group's dynamic, your absence an unspoken void that lingered between them, palpable despite the silence. Yet now, with your return, the room seemed to breathe with a renewed vitality. It was as though the very air had shifted, carrying with it a sense of ease that had been sorely missed. Jeongin observed you from a distance, his gaze drawn to you as you reengaged with the group. He noted with quiet awe how you moved through conversations with an effortless grace, the same grace that had once been your hallmark.

It was apparent that you had emerged from the clutches of your grief, a revelation that stirred a profound admiration within Jeongin. The way you laughed, genuinely and freely, was a testament to your resilience. Though you had left without a word, seeking solace far away, you had returned with a newfound lightness. The laughter that now danced from your lips was a melody Jeongin had missed, a balm for the aching absence that had haunted him throughout the past year.

Jeongin watched with a bittersweet smile as you engaged with everyone—how your eyes crinkled at the corners when joy sparked within you, how they would occasionally meet his gaze with a fleeting, shy acknowledgment before darting away, leaving behind a gentle blush. Each moment was a delicate brush stroke on the canvas of your reunion, painting a picture of someone who had found a way to heal and reconnect.

The sight of you dancing playfully with Han to a song you both claimed had been crafted just for you was particularly poignant. Your movements were a symphony of carefree delight, a stark contrast to the somber image Jeongin had harbored of you. In these shared, joyful moments, as you reintegrated into the tapestry of old friendships, Jeongin felt his heart tugged with an intensity that defied explanation.

Though the effects of alcohol swirled around him, amplifying emotions and blurring the edges of reality, Jeongin knew that the depth of his feelings for you transcended any inebriation. The love he harbored was as real and potent as ever, a force that no amount of alcohol could replicate or diminish. He was falling for you once more, each glance and shared laugh reaffirming the connection that had never truly faded, only waiting for the right moment to reawaken.

Despite the undeniable truth of his lingering affection for you, Jeongin remained uncertain of how to navigate these turbulent emotions. For now, he chose to keep his feelings veiled in silence, retreating into the solitude of his thoughts. The haze of confusion was abruptly dispelled by the firm, reassuring weight of Minho’s hand settling on his shoulder, grounding him in the present moment.

Minho, his eyes glazed with the soft blur of alcohol—though not nearly as intoxicated as Felix and Han—clapped his hands together, a signal for attention. His voice, amplified by cupped hands, cut through the ambient noise of music and conversation. "Guys! Guys!" he bellowed, drawing the attention of the increasingly inebriated crowd. The room fell into a collective hush, eager eyes fixed on Minho as he continued with a grin that spoke of mischief. "As per Yongbok’s request, we’re about to kick off a game of UNO! But there’s a twist: every time someone lands a Plus Four card, we all take a shot. And the loser—well, they get a revolting concoction of mixed alcohols and juices!"

The announcement ignited a burst of enthusiastic cheers, the crowd’s energy crackling with anticipation. Laughter and playful shoves accompanied the clumsy shuffle to the circular coffee table at the heart of the living room. Jeongin, with a flicker of hope in his heart, watched as you navigated the sea of friends. His wish to have you beside him was met with a hint of disappointment as you chose a seat directly across from him, nestled between Hyunjin and Seungmin.

The seating arrangement became a familiar circle of camaraderie and chaos: You directly across from Jeongin, Seungmin to your right, Chan to Seungmin’s right, Felix to Chan’s right, Jeongin to Felix’s right, Minho to Jeongin’s right, Han to Minho’s right, Changbin to Hyunjin’s right, and Hyunjin bridging the gap between you and Changbin. The table soon overflowed with the raucous sound of drunken laughter, mischievous plotting, and playful bickering.

Jeongin found himself in an unexpected streak of triumph, his luck seemingly endless as he conquered each round of UNO. The others began to whisper suspicions of cheating, their playful accusations accompanied by slurred speech and tipsy frustration. Chan’s voice, tinged with exasperation, rose above the din. "How is it even possible that you’ve been winning non-stop?" he demanded, his words distorted by a chorus of drinks and Seungmin’s relentless strategy.

Jeongin rolled his eyes, a gesture that had become almost automatic in the face of such claims. Han, who had just suffered the fate of the foul concoction, gagged dramatically as he placed the empty cup down with a groan. The room’s attention shifted to you as you slammed your palm onto the table, a spark of mischief lighting up your eyes. The gesture was a beacon of playful challenge, and it made Jeongin’s heart flutter unexpectedly.

"Stand up then, if you’re not cheating," you teased, your voice laced with both suspicion and amusement. The room buzzed with agreement, and Jeongin could not suppress the smile that tugged at his lips as he rose to his feet. He had sobered somewhat since the game began, the action feeling less consequential for him than for the others.

Throughout the night, the games were interspersed with moments of easy banter between you and Jeongin, a reminder of the lighthearted days before the heartache had set in. Each playful remark, every shared glance, and the way you laughed at his jokes tugged at him, rekindling memories of warmth and affection. The realization of how deeply he missed the feeling of being in love with you clenched his heart painfully.

As Jeongin turned around slowly to prove his hands were empty, he couldn’t resist a smirk. "You didn’t empty out your pockets," you persisted, your stubbornness both charming and exasperating.

He met your gaze with a playful smirk of his own, the words slipping out before he could fully process their impact. "Come on, baby, don’t be like that," he said, his tone teasing.

The room fell silent in stunned unison, the playful atmosphere abruptly shifting to one of surprise and second-hand embarrassment. The weight of Jeongin’s unintended endearment hung in the air, leaving everyone, including him, to grapple with the sudden shift in the night’s delicate balance.

Jeongin’s heart sank as he watched the color drain from your face, a pallor of shock and disbelief that spoke volumes in the charged silence that followed. The name he had unintentionally let slip—a relic of a time when you were together—seemed to strike a chord deep within you. For a fleeting moment, your eyes revealed a heartache that cut through the pretense of composure you so desperately tried to maintain. The expression of hurt was almost palpable, like a silent scream against the fabric of the night.

You managed to reassemble yourself with a stubborn facade of mischief, your smile a delicate mask that barely concealed the storm within. Your words, though laced with playful banter, seemed to cut through the tension with a sharp edge. "I just think it's unnatural how many times you’ve won," you remarked with a smirk that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

Jeongin’s slip-up hung in the air, a tangible weight that seemed to sour the atmosphere of the gathering. Despite your attempt to downplay the incident with a light-hearted quip, the sting of the old nickname echoed like a ghost of past intimacy, making the room feel suddenly foreign and strained. The previously buoyant mood had shifted, leaving behind an undercurrent of unease that neither the laughter nor the playful jabs could dispel.

Jeongin could feel the churning turmoil within him, his heart pounding relentlessly in his chest. The game continued around him, but he found himself withdrawing, purposefully avoiding your gaze. Each stolen glance, each forced smile, was a reminder of the painful reminder of how things had changed. The night, which had started with such promise, now felt heavy and laden with unresolved emotions.

As the hour grew late and the laughter waned, the group, sensing the shift in energy, collectively decided it was time to call it a night. The revelry that had marked the evening dissolved into a subdued murmur as everyone prepared to leave. For Jeongin, the end of the night came as a relief, though it was tinged with a sense of lingering regret and an unspoken wish for things to be different.

As Jeongin made his way through the dimly lit apartment, exchanging farewells with the departing guests, he caught a fleeting glimpse of you darting out of the building. His heart, already heavy with a tumultuous mix of emotions, quickened its pace as he instinctively sought to follow. With an urgency driven by both concern and an aching need to make things right, Jeongin scrambled to retrieve his jacket and pull on his shoes, the night air already beginning to bite at his skin as he hurried after you.

He managed to intercept you just as you stepped out onto the cold street. Your name slipped from his lips before he could catch it, a desperate utterance that hung in the frosty air between you. You paused, your breath visible in the night’s chill, and both of you stood there for a moment, hearts racing in unison. Jeongin's breath came in ragged bursts as he caught up with you, the weight of his impulsive actions settling heavily on his shoulders.

“Let me walk you home,” Jeongin implored, his voice trembling slightly with a mixture of anxiety and hope. The words, simple yet laden with his longing, seemed to hang in the air, as though the night itself held its breath in anticipation of your response. Your eyes softened, reflecting a tempest of emotions as they met his, and your lips parted slightly as if struggling to find the right words.

Instead of speaking, you turned and began walking forward, your steps deliberate yet hesitant. Jeongin, interpreting your silence as tacit consent, fell into step beside you. The street stretched out before you, unfamiliar and shadowed, and the air between you was charged with unspoken sentiments and lingering regrets. Walking side by side felt oddly reminiscent of days gone by, a bittersweet echo of times shared with friends, now tinged with the ache of what had been lost.

In the week since Jeongin learned of your return, he had been trapped in a cycle of conflicting emotions. The pangs of missing you, of realizing the depth of his feelings that still burned despite everything, battled with the frustration of your unexplained departure. Each time anger threatened to overwhelm him, guilt swiftly followed, a reminder of the suffering you must have endured. His internal struggle was a storm of longing and resentment, a turbulent sea he had yet to navigate.

As he stole glances at your profile in the dim streetlight, the familiar contours of your face brought an unexpected rush of grief. Memories of your younger sister, Nari, flooded his mind—her laughter, a joyful sound that once filled the air, her enthusiastic embraces that had always greeted him with warmth. Your eyes, once so bright with shared mirth, now seemed dimmed by her absence.

The realization that Nari would never again tackle him in playful greeting, that her laughter would never again ring out, was a heavy burden. It pressed down on Jeongin’s heart, a reminder of the irreplaceable void left behind. The twinkle that once danced in your eyes when you laughed at Nari's jokes was now a distant memory, a reminder of how deeply her loss had affected both of you. As you walked together through the unfamiliar streets, the weight of these lost joys seemed to bear down on Jeongin, making each step feel heavier than the last.

Engulfed in the whirlpool of his own somber reflections, Jeongin barely noticed when you came to a halt before an old, weathered apartment building. Absorbed in his tumultuous thoughts, he continued forward for a few steps, his mind adrift in a sea of regret and longing. It was only when the melodic sound of your giggle reached his ears, a playful echo that cut through the fog of his melancholy, that he realized he was walking alone. With a start, he turned, his face flushing with a sheepish smile as he moved to stand before you.

You were standing there, your knuckles clenched tightly around the strap of your bag, a telltale sign of the anxiety simmering beneath the surface. Your lips were caught between your teeth, a nervous habit that Jeongin had come to know all too well. The sight of your distress mirrored his own internal turmoil, causing his foot to tap restlessly on the pavement as he waited for you to speak. The tension in the air was palpable, a heavy shroud that seemed to settle between you.

After a few moments of strained silence, you released a shaky breath and offered him a small, timid smile. "It was good to see you again," you said softly, the words tinged with a trace of the anxiety that laced your voice. It was the same sentiment you had voiced earlier in the night, when you had first reappeared in Chan's kitchen after an eight-month absence.

This time, Jeongin’s response came with a gravity that reflected the depth of your absence. "I’m glad you came back," he said, his voice carrying the weight of the months spent apart, yet softened by a flicker of genuine contentment.

Your smile, though hesitant, shone brightly against the backdrop of the night. It was a beacon that pierced through the haze of Jeongin’s heartache, and despite the unresolved tension, he couldn’t help but return it with a warm, albeit uncertain, smile of his own. The air between you crackled with the weight of unspoken words and unresolved feelings, a delicate balance between the urge to bridge the gap and the inability to articulate the depth of your emotions.

As you cast an awkward glance back at the entrance of your apartment, Jeongin understood that you were grappling with the same indecision that plagued him. "This is me," you said, your voice betraying a trace of nervousness as you cleared your throat. "My place is a bit of a distance from our—sorry, your apartment. If you’re comfortable, I can offer you my couch for the night."

Despite the initial reluctance that had gripped him, the prospect of spending more time with you, however fleeting, was too inviting to resist. Jeongin found himself smiling softly, a gesture of acceptance that was both hesitant and heartfelt. Your genuine, wide smile in response seemed to illuminate the night, lifting the veil of uncertainty that had surrounded him. With a renewed sense of hope and a lingering trace of longing, Jeongin followed you inside, each step towards your apartment a tentative step towards mending the fragile thread that connected your hearts.

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Your new apartment, though modest in size, exudes a quiet charm, nestled in a serene part of town far removed from the familiar streets you once traversed with Jeongin. The moment he crosses the threshold, he is enveloped by a dissonance of emotions—a strange fusion of comfort and estrangement. The space is distinctly different from the apartment you once shared, yet your presence lingers in every corner, making Jeongin feel both intimately connected and like an outsider peering into a world that has shifted just out of reach.

The living room, modestly furnished, reflects a minimalist elegance. A soft, neutral-colored couch rests against the wall, draped with a knitted throw blanket that adds a touch of warmth. This room is a far cry from the eclectic mix of your past home—a space once filled with a vibrant blend of your belongings and his—but it still bears the subtle imprint of your personality. A small shelf brims with books, many titles familiar from your old collection, but new ones have also appeared, whispering of the changes and growth you’ve experienced in your absence. The windowsill cradles a few houseplants, their greenery a delicate contrast to the sprawling flora that once filled your old living space. They are smaller, more contained, reflecting a more subdued chapter of your life.

Jeongin’s gaze drifts to the walls, bare and unadorned, stark in their emptiness. Gone are the framed photos and art prints that once animated every corner of your shared apartment. The absence of pictures—particularly those of the two of you—leaves an unexpected sting, a painful reminder of what has been left behind. Instead, there is a single framed photograph of your younger sister on a side table by the window, surrounded by a cluster of candles. It stands as a quiet tribute, a poignant memorial that tugs at Jeongin’s heartstrings, reminding him of the grief that ultimately drove a wedge between you both.

The apartment is imbued with a subdued quietness, a stark contrast to the lively energy of your former home, where laughter and soft music once intertwined to create a vibrant ambiance. Here, the atmosphere is more solitary, introspective, as if the space has been intentionally crafted as a sanctuary for healing—a refuge from the chaos of the past. A small kitchen table, cluttered with a few empty glasses and a half-read book, suggests many solitary evenings spent with your thoughts, lost in the pages or gazing into the distance, ensnared by memories.

The kitchen itself bears no evidence of the late-night culinary adventures you used to drag him into, those joyous moments of laughter and flour-covered countertops. As Jeongin takes in the scene, he is overwhelmed by a complex weave of emotions—nostalgia for what was, sorrow for what has been lost, and a poignant ache for the version of you who now stands before him. The differences are striking, revealing a careful, deliberate solitude you’ve constructed around yourself in this new space. It feels as though you’ve created a bubble of tranquility, a place where you can breathe freely from the weight of the past, and he wonders if there is still a place for him within it or if you have moved on to a new chapter without him.

The emptiness of your new apartment weighs heavily on him. It’s not merely the physical void but the absence of the vibrant, unfiltered you that he used to know. Standing there, a guest in what might have been his world, Jeongin is acutely aware of how much has changed and how deeply he still yearns for the comfort of what once was, now replaced by the stark reality of what is.

As Jeongin steps into your new apartment, he takes in its subtle details with a blend of curiosity and nostalgia. You move about with a quiet, almost anxious energy, as if the mere act of tidying is a way to manage the fluttering tension between you. Your hands, unsure of their purpose, engage in small, inconsequential tasks: smoothing the corner of the knitted blanket draped over the couch, adjusting the book that rests on the kitchen table, and shifting a houseplant slightly to the left. It is evident that you are aware of his gaze, but you strive to give him space to absorb his surroundings.

The silence stretches until you break it, your voice soft yet resolute. "It's not much, but... it's mine." There’s a delicate balance in your tone, a mixture of pride laced with vulnerability. You glance at him, seeking to gauge his reaction, your eyes reflecting a world of untold emotions. As you move towards the small kitchen area, you open a cabinet and retrieve two glasses. "Do you want some water? Tea? I think I have some wine if you'd prefer that." Your words tumble out in a gentle stream, an attempt to fill the quiet with something tangible, yet they carry an earnestness that reveals your underlying uncertainty about where you both stand.

Jeongin watches you, his gaze softening as he observes the careful grace of your movements—each gesture imbued with a quiet protectiveness, as if you're safeguarding something tender within yourself. The silence deepens for a moment before he responds, his voice subdued and tentative. "Water's fine." It is clear that he is navigating this new terrain with caution, his tone reflective of the delicate balance between past familiarity and present distance. You nod and move towards the fridge, your back turned to him as you pour the water.

Jeongin’s eyes wander around the apartment once more, deliberately avoiding the back of your head as you focus on the task at hand. When you hand him the glass, your fingers brush against his, sending a shiver through him. It’s a sensation he’s not quite accustomed to after all this time apart. He accepts the glass with a quiet "thanks," savoring the cool water as it soothes his dry throat. 

"Let’s sit," you suggest, motioning towards the couch. There is a steadiness in your voice that carries a quiet confidence, reminiscent of the times you had managed to ground him amidst the chaos. Jeongin follows you and settles beside you on the couch. The cushions feel foreign and different from those he remembers, amplifying his sense of longing for the comfort of the home you once shared. 

For a brief moment, Jeongin is at a loss for words, overwhelmed by the tangled emotions in his chest. He is unsure where to begin, but you gently ease the tension. "How’s work been?" you inquire, your voice a soothing balm to the heaviness in the room. "Are you still at the same clinic?" 

Grateful for the opening, Jeongin nods. "Yeah, still there. We started a new program recently... working with kids who've been through some really tough stuff. It’s been challenging, but rewarding." He watches as your eyes soften, a sign of the empathy and kindness he’s always admired in you. The sight of your genuine smile, the one he’s missed so dearly, is like a balm on a wound that has long ached. 

"That sounds so nice. You've always been so good with children." Your compliment is heartfelt, and Jeongin feels a pang of longing.

He responds with a light-hearted joke, "That’s more your area of expertise," referring to your work as a school counselor. You chuckle softly, taking a sip of water, and Jeongin senses there’s more you wish to share.

"And... what about everything else? How have you been holding up?" Your question is gentle but probing, and Jeongin’s grip tightens around his glass.

"It’s been... different," he admits. "The apartment feels empty without you there. Like something’s missing."

Jeongin hadn't intended for his words to emerge with such raw intensity, but they tumble out before he can rein them in. He watches as they land upon you, the way your gaze falls and a shadow of sorrow flits across your face. "I'm sorry," you murmur, the words almost lost in the quiet of the room. "For leaving like that. I didn’t know what else to do."

Your apology strikes a chord deep within him, a resonance of shared pain and regret. "I know," he replies softly, his voice carrying the weight of understanding. "I don’t really blame you. We both had to figure things out." The atmosphere between you shifts, the earlier tension giving way to something more tender—like an old wound beginning to mend. 

Jeongin sits beside you on the couch, his nerves stretched taut, a wire humming with unspoken words. His hands are clenched in his lap, a desperate attempt to hold himself together as the silence stretches, thick and heavy. His gaze is drawn to you, to the way you hold your glass of water—fingers wrapped around it as if it were a lifeline, anchoring you to some semblance of normalcy. 

He recognizes that look in your eyes—the one that signals you are about to reveal something profound, something that has been weighing on you. "When I left," you start, your voice so faint it nearly dissolves into the air. Jeongin’s breath catches in his throat. He had no clear expectations for the evening, but he can feel that whatever is coming will be laced with pain.

"I didn’t really have a plan," you continue, your voice trembling with the weight of your confession. "I just... needed to get away." He watches as your eyes drift to the water in your glass, your reflection shimmering and distorted. The impulse to reach out and offer comfort is almost overwhelming, but he remains still, his focus entirely on you.

"I ended up halfway across the country," you say, your voice gaining a faint thread of strength. "I reached out to Lily. You remember her, right? From college?" Jeongin nods, a wistful smile tugging at his lips despite the ache in his chest. He recalls Lily’s vivacious spirit, her constant care for you, and feels a pang of gratitude that she was there for you in a way he couldn't be.

"She didn’t ask questions; she just told me to come," you add. Jeongin’s heart clenches at the image of you in a strange, distant place, the weight of your grief looming like an oppressive storm. He loathes the thought of you feeling so alone and adrift, needing to travel so far for solace.

"She lives in this tiny coastal town," you continue, your voice lightening slightly as you recall the memory. "For a while, I thought maybe that was what I needed—being somewhere far away from everything." Jeongin can almost visualize it—a serene seaside town where the waves gently erase footprints, a place where time seems to stretch indefinitely, offering a balm for the wounded soul.

Yet, beneath the surface of your words, Jeongin senses an undercurrent of dissatisfaction. The coastal retreat, while soothing, evidently fell short of the healing you sought. His heart aches, burdened by the realization that he wasn’t able to provide the support you needed, even as he too was grappling with his own struggles. The distance between your shared past and the present feels vast, and he yearns for a way to bridge that gap, to be the anchor you needed, even though he was floundering himself.

You pause, and Jeongin watches as you swallow hard, the movement of your throat a testament to the weight of your words. "I eventually realized that it wasn't enough," you say, your voice trembling with the effort to hold back tears. "I needed more help. So, I checked myself into a grief recovery program..." The words falter, and Jeongin feels a tightening in his chest, the emotion reflected in your wavering tone. "A place where people go when they've lost someone and don't know how to keep living."

He stares at you, his vision blurring as he grapples with the magnitude of your suffering. He's known grief, but seeing it through your eyes—so raw, so utterly consuming—is a new experience for him. Guilt crashes over him like a relentless wave. He wasn't there for you. He couldn't help. He didn't even know how to begin.

Jeongin opens his mouth, an apology poised on his lips, but you continue, your voice cutting through the silence with a quiet determination. "There were days I wanted to leave, but I stayed. I wrote a lot. I planted a small garden there, just to feel like I was nurturing something again, you know? And slowly, I started to remember things without feeling like they were completely breaking me."

His hands tremble in his lap, the truth of your words stirring a deep regret within him. He should be happy that you found a way forward, relieved that you began to heal, but instead, he is overwhelmed by the ache of not being there for you—by the realization that he had abandoned you when you needed him most. His eyes search yours, desperate for some sign that you don’t harbor hatred towards him.

"I can't imagine what that must've been like," he finally manages, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry I ended things when you needed me. I didn’t know how to help you through it, and I—"

You shake your head, a wistful smile curving your lips. "I didn’t know how to let you help me, either. And I wasn’t ready to accept Nari’s death and move on yet. That’s why I left." Your words settle into the spaces between his ribs, a cold weight pressing heavily on his chest. He wants to explain, to tell you that he was lost too, that he struggled to keep his own head above water while watching you drown. But he stays silent, knowing that this moment belongs to you, just as much as it does to him.

"I needed to find a way to live with the grief," you say softly, "to not let it define every part of me. And maybe I needed to see if I could come back and face everything, including you."

Jeongin’s heart skips at that, a flicker of hope igniting within him. There is a softness in your eyes that he hasn't seen in so long, a hint of something that almost resembles hope. He takes a breath, feeling a slight loosening of the weight of his own regrets. "I'm glad you did," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "I missed you—missed this, even if it wasn’t always easy."

You nod, and he sees a myriad of emotions dance across your face—relief, uncertainty, and perhaps the faintest trace of affection. There is much to unpack, many layers to explore, but for now, this moment of quiet honesty, of shared pain and cautious hope, feels like a tentative step towards understanding.

Jeongin notices his hand is closer to yours than he had realized, and for a fleeting moment, he wonders what it would be like to reach out, to touch your skin once more. But he doesn’t. Not yet. For now, he is content to sit beside you, to listen, and to cherish the hope that this—whatever it is—might be the beginning of finding each other again.

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( 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑 ): Release Date: September 10th

──── * ˚ ✦ ECHOES OF US ( stray kids )

❛ After a painful breakup, you and Jeongin struggle to maintain a civil front for your mutual friends, but when he accidentally calls you by your old pet name, unresolved emotions resurface, forcing you both to confront the lingering feelings between you.

𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧 + gender neutral reader ೯ ( 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 )

𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 10.5k~

꒰ 💌 ꒱ ミ This is sort of still a work in progress, but really it just means that I have to finish writing the ending of the final draft before finally moving on to proofreading. Since this is my first official long-fic (a story for a single member that's over 10K), I thought it might be fun to announce it now and see who's interested! This was anonymously requested! (Anon, I'm sorry it took me a hot minute to finally finish this, but I hope I made up for it with how long it ended up being 🫠) Reblogs for this teaser are always appreciated! Requests are currently open! ── ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 )

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Mentions of sibling death and grief, very brief mention of a dysfunctional home, brief explanation of sibling death, Y/N's sibling has their own name, mentions of being abandoned, heartbreak, awkward re-encounter after almost a year, discussions on mental health, a whole lot of angst, comforting ending.

( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ) ( 𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐣𝐚𝐫 )

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( 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑 ): Release Date: Posted!

──── * ˚ ✦ ECHOES OF US ( stray kids )

❛ After a painful breakup, you and Jeongin struggle to maintain a civil front for your mutual friends, but when he accidentally calls you by your old pet name, unresolved emotions resurface, forcing you both to confront the lingering feelings between you.

𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧 + gender neutral reader ೯ ( 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 )

𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 10.5k~

꒰ 💌 ꒱ ミ This is sort of still a work in progress, but really it just means that I have to finish writing the ending of the final draft before finally moving on to proofreading. Since this is my first official long-fic (a story for a single member that's over 10K), I thought it might be fun to announce it now and see who's interested! This was anonymously requested! (Anon, I'm sorry it took me a hot minute to finally finish this, but I hope I made up for it with how long it ended up being 🫠) Reblogs for this teaser are always appreciated! Requests are currently open! ── ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 )

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Mentions of sibling death and grief, very brief mention of a dysfunctional home, brief explanation of sibling death, Y/N's sibling has their own name, mentions of being abandoned, heartbreak, awkward re-encounter after almost a year, discussions on mental health, a whole lot of angst, comforting ending.

( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ) ( 𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐣𝐚𝐫 )

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I leave this website for a couple of hours and come back to my dashboard FILLED with shirtless Chan, Jungkook and Jimin 🫠 And Jeongin’s solo performance with all the body rolls???

WHEN DID THIS BECOME SUCH A WHOREHOUSE????

hi, i’m sorry i’m doing this as an anon i just get really anxious when requesting and it’s a little embarrassing but i read your guide for requesting and i noticed that you said something about liking the idea of pegging? so if (and only if) you’re comfortable with it, can you write something about a female reader pegging jeongin for the first time? sorry if this is weird, and if you don’t want to then you can just ignore this!!

Hello! I’m so sorry it took me an eternity to get to this request! First of all, there’s absolutely no judgment in making requests anonymously, I love every request regardless. I actually understand the anxiety, I also struggle with it when I make my own requests towards writers I admire and sometimes, if I'm a little intimidated or if it's my first time approaching a certain writer, I also do it anonymously — so it’s all good!

Secondly, I adore pegging! It is seriously one of my all-time favorite kinks along with shibari, it’s just so much fun and I just love the idea of having men unraveling because it just feels so good for them. UGH 😩 THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST!

I hope you enjoy this, and again, I’m so sorry for taking so long to finally get to it. Please feel free to send me other requests or asks and I promise I'll try to do better about responding! ── ( 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 )

☕️ 𝐄𝐔𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀 ☕️

( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ) ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ) 3.4k

☕️ 𝐄𝐔𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀 ( stray kids )

❛ As you and Jeongin engage in an intense and synchronized exploration of your desires, the pleasure between you reaches a crescendo. Your intimate connection is solidified with tender expressions of love and a deep, satisfying closeness that comes with trying new things.

𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧 + female reader ೯ ( 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 )

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.4k 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 13 mins

꒰ 💌 ꒱ ミ This piece was requested a little bit ago by a lovely Anon! Pegging is seriously one of my favorite kinks, so I absolutely loved writing this. Anyway, requests are currently open! I hope you guys enjoy, reblogs and feedback are much appreciated! ── ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 )

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: MDNI, smut, romantic sex, Jeongin is very needy, Reader pegs Jeongin for the first time, let me know if I missed anything!

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As you step back into your apartment, the lingering dampness of the rain clings to your clothes, a reminder of the photography date that was abruptly cut short. The sky outside is still a sullen gray, with dark clouds hanging low and heavy, casting a muted light through the windows. Jeongin, ever the gentle soul, immediately notices the subtle shift in your mood from the day's disappointment. His eyes, usually so full of mischief, are now tender and reassuring as he guides you towards the balcony.

On the balcony, the rain has softened to a light drizzle, creating a soothing rhythm as it taps against the railing and the potted plants. The air is cool and crisp, and you can almost taste the freshness that follows a storm. Jeongin sets down the mugs of hot coffee on the small table between you two, the rich aroma mingling with the earthy scent of the rain. He hands you one of the mugs, his fingers brushing yours in a gesture that feels both intimate and comforting. 

As you both sit down, the warmth of the coffee seeps into your hands, a stark contrast to the chill that has seeped into your bones from the rain. The balcony, usually a space for casual chatter and laughter, now feels like a sanctuary. The overcast sky and the soft patter of the rain create a serene backdrop that mirrors your mood—a gentle melancholy mingled with an undercurrent of contentment.

Jeongin, always perceptive to your unspoken emotions, leans in close, his presence a quiet assurance. He doesn't speak much, choosing instead to let the silence and the ambiance of the rainy day do the talking. As you sip your coffee, the warmth spreads through you, and you find solace in the shared silence. The rain, though initially a disappointment, now feels like a balm, softening the edges of the day’s abrupt end. 

In this intimate moment, the world outside seems distant, and the two of you are cocooned in a space of your own creation. The clouds may obscure the sun, but they also seem to wrap around you in a protective embrace. With Jeongin by your side, the rain transforms from a symbol of thwarted plans into a beautiful, calming backdrop for a quiet, shared moment. The heavy clouds and the rhythmic rain become a metaphor for the depth of your relationship—unpredictable yet always grounding, filled with moments of both storm and calm.

Eventually, as the rain continues its gentle descent, you and Jeongin decide to move from the balcony into the warmth of your living room. The transition from the cool, rain-kissed air to the cozy interior feels like slipping into a soft embrace. The living room is bathed in a warm, amber glow from the lamps, casting a soothing light that contrasts with the gray gloom outside.

You both settle onto the couch, the anticipation of a movie adding a layer of comfort to the evening. However, as the film starts, it quickly becomes clear that the attraction between you both is far more immediate than the plot on screen. What begins as a casual cuddle soon intensifies into a heated embrace. Jeongin’s lips find yours with a fervor that takes you by surprise, each kiss more urgent than the last. His hands roam with a possessive tenderness, and before long, he’s straddling you, his body pressed closely against yours.

The shift is sudden, and the energy between you becomes charged with a raw, desperate need. Jeongin’s movements are intense, grinding against your thighs with a fervent passion that leaves you breathless. His actions are both urgent and needy, a reflection of the deep connection you share. As he continues, you can’t help but tease him lightly, commenting on his evident neediness. His response is a mixture of playful defiance and arousal, his eyes locking onto yours with a smoldering intensity.

Though this moment feels new and electrifying, it’s not entirely uncharted territory. You’ve both discussed exploring this kind of physical intimacy before, though life and circumstances had always pushed those plans to the background. Tonight, however, the rain and the quiet intimacy of your home create a perfect setting for finally acting on those conversations. The anticipation of a movie has transformed into an evening of unrestrained passion, as the barriers between you dissolve in the shared space of your living room.

In this space, the world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you and the undeniable magnetism of the moment. The air is thick with desire, the once-anticipated movie forgotten in favor of the intensity of the now. This spontaneous, intimate exchange becomes a new chapter in your shared experiences, a testament to the evolving depth of your relationship and the spontaneity that continues to define your time together.

As the intensity between you and Jeongin reaches a fever pitch, you feel his desperation mounting, each touch and kiss conveying an urgent need. With a deep breath, you gently push him off your lap, your hands moving with a deliberate softness. You guide him by the hand, leading him towards your bedroom with a sense of both excitement and anticipation. The transition from the living room to the more private space of your bedroom feels almost ceremonial, a shift from playful heat to an intimate, focused connection.

Once inside the bedroom, the atmosphere shifts to one of quiet intimacy. The room is dimly lit, casting a soft glow that highlights the contours of the space and adds to the anticipation of the moment. You turn to Jeongin with a teasing smile, your eyes reflecting a blend of affection and playful command. “Be a good boy for me,” you instruct, your voice low and encouraging. The request carries a weight of familiarity and desire, as you watch him respond with a mix of eagerness and trust.

As he begins to undress, you move towards your dresser, your fingers deftly searching through the drawers. The task of retrieving your strap and lube feels almost secondary to the charged atmosphere that surrounds you both. Each movement is deliberate, filled with a sense of anticipation that heightens the intimacy of the moment. The hidden items, usually stowed away for another time, now come to light as part of the evening’s unfolding plans.

The act of preparing for this new experience is both practical and deeply intimate. As you gather the items, you can feel the weight of the moment pressing in, a mixture of excitement and nervous energy. The bedroom, once a simple space for rest, transforms into a stage for exploration and connection. The evening’s transition from a casual night to an intensely personal experience is marked by your actions and the shared anticipation of what’s to come.

The blend of intimacy and desire creates a palpable energy that fills the room, turning ordinary moments into a profound expression of your connection. In the dim light, surrounded by the personal touches of your bedroom, the evening’s experiences become a meaningful part of your shared journey, weaving together passion, trust, and the promise of deeper exploration.

Your eyes remain locked on Jeongin’s naked form, a mixture of longing and admiration evident in your gaze. Each movement he makes as he climbs onto your bed is a visual feast, his muscles shifting and contracting with a natural grace that both excites and enthralls you. As he settles into position, legs spread in anticipation, the sight of him waiting for you heightens the intensity of the moment.

With a deliberate sense of urgency, you start undressing yourself, the process a blend of hurried motions and purposeful pauses. You can feel the heat of Jeongin’s eager gaze on you, his silent anticipation adding to the electric charge in the room. As you finally reach for the strap, you do so with an exaggerated slowness, savoring every moment of his impatient whines and quiet pleas. The meticulous way you put it on is a tease, each deliberate movement designed to prolong his yearning and amplify the tension between you.

The contrast between his growing impatience and your slow, methodical actions creates a palpable tension that fills the room. Every sound, every shift of his body as he waits, becomes a part of the unfolding scene, heightening the sense of intimacy and anticipation. The act of putting on the strap, though necessary, transforms into a sensual ritual, a deliberate play that draws out the moment and deepens the connection between you.

In this charged atmosphere, the anticipation and desire become almost tangible, weaving together in a dance of patience and longing. Your actions, while seemingly slow, are imbued with a sense of purpose and intensity, making every second count as you prepare for the shared experience that lies ahead. The bedroom, now a space of intense connection, holds the promise of deeper exploration as you both await the culmination of the evening’s anticipation.

At last, with the strap secured and in place, you climb onto the bed, each movement charged with anticipation. You position yourself between Jeongin’s legs, the proximity amplifying the electric tension that hums between you. As you lean over him, your lips meet his in a fervent kiss, a dance of tongues and emotions as you both vie for dominance. The kiss is a blend of urgency and tenderness, each of you exploring and asserting your desire with equal fervor.

Just as the kiss reaches its peak, you’re caught off guard by a sudden shift in positions. In a swift, fluid motion, Jeongin rolls over you, his body pressing you into the mattress beneath him. The unexpected change in dynamics leaves you momentarily breathless, your back landing against the soft surface of the bed. Jeongin’s position is precarious, barely hovering over the strap, his eyes wide with a mix of surprise and excitement.

The transition is both exhilarating and disorienting, the quick shift adding an element of spontaneity to the moment. The bed beneath you feels like a grounding contrast to the heated exchange, the softness of the mattress absorbing the impact of the sudden movement. Jeongin’s barely restrained position over the strap adds a new layer of intensity, the contrast between his near-touch and your own heightened senses creating a palpable tension.

The surprise of the shift only deepens the connection between you, a shared sense of spontaneity and mutual desire driving the evening forward. The room, now filled with the sounds of your mingled breaths and whispered words, becomes a stage for the unfolding intimacy. As you both adjust to the new position, the anticipation and excitement of the moment merge into a powerful, shared experience, each touch and movement heightening the intimacy of your connection.

As you watch Jeongin reach for the lube you had left on the edge of the bed, your heartbeat quickens with a rush of anticipation. The way he moves, purposeful yet tinged with a sense of urgency, only heightens the intensity of the moment. With a practiced ease, he sets the bottle by your head, his actions filled with a mixture of focus and desire.

Leaning in, he captures your lips in another desperate kiss, the urgency of his touch evident as he begins grinding against your thighs once more. The sensation is intensified, his need more palpable and urgent with each movement. The kiss is both fierce and intimate, a blend of passion and hunger that drives the connection between you both.

Your hands, eager and restless, explore each other’s bodies with a fervor that feels almost frantic. Each touch is driven by a deep yearning, a desire to feel every inch of him in an impossibly swift manner. The heat of the moment makes each caress and touch feel electric, every movement filled with a sense of exploration and intimacy.

As your hands continue their journey, they eventually find themselves focused on massaging his butt, a gesture both affectionate and assertive. The touch is deliberate, a blend of tenderness and appreciation, as you take in the feel of his body beneath your fingers. The act of massaging him adds a new layer to the intimacy of the moment, grounding the passion in a physical connection that speaks volumes.

In this shared space, the energy between you intensifies, each touch and kiss weaving together to create a tapestry of desire and connection. The lube, now a silent witness to your unfolding interaction, sits beside you, ready to facilitate the next step in your intimate exploration. The bedroom becomes a realm of sensory experience, where every touch, kiss, and movement heightens the profound bond you share.

As the grinding continues, Jeongin’s moans become increasingly erratic, each sound a testament to the building intensity between you. His body moves with a desperate rhythm, driven by a need that matches your own. Your hands, guided by a mix of urgency and desire, find the bottle of lube once more. With a deft, practiced motion, you squirt a generous amount onto your fingers, the action done without breaking the kiss. The lube’s coolness contrasts sharply with the heat of the moment, adding a new layer of sensation to your shared experience.

With your dry hand, you spread his cheeks, an intentional gesture that grants you better access. The movement is both assertive and tender, a blend of control and care that heightens the intimacy of the moment. As you explore the new angle, a moan escapes your lips, the sound a raw expression of the pleasure you’re feeling from his tightness. This moan is soon harmonized by Jeongin’s own loud and fervent sounds, each moan blending into the symphony of your shared desire.

The atmosphere around you is charged with palpable tension, the sounds of your combined pleasure filling the room and amplifying the connection between you. Every touch, every movement is a step further into a deeper intimacy, with the moans and sounds echoing the intensity of the moment. In this shared space, the boundaries between you both dissolve, leaving only the pure, unfiltered experience of your connection.

As your fingers delve deeper, exploring the contours of his insides, Jeongin’s grinding becomes more demanding, each movement a testament to his rising need. The room is filled with the sounds of your expert actions mingling with his escalating pleasure. The atmosphere is electric, the air thick with the shared intensity of the moment.

Jeongin shifts from being draped over you to sitting up, his posture a dramatic contrast to the previous closeness. His head is thrown back, eyes closed tightly as he loses himself in the sensations. He sets his own pace and rhythm, guiding the intensity with a self-assuredness that only enhances the moment’s raw energy. His movements are confident, each shift and grind an expression of his pleasure and control.

You watch with a sense of deep fascination, captivated by this new side of Jeongin that you’ve longed to witness. The sight of him so completely lost in his own pleasure, so responsive to your touch, is intoxicating. Despite him having the control and setting the pace, there’s a subtle, exhilarating power that you experience through the act of making him fall apart with just your fingers. This dynamic shift, where his pleasure is so intricately tied to your actions, fills you with a profound sense of satisfaction.

You relish the moment deeply, savoring the intimate power you hold over his pleasure and the new layer of connection it reveals. This experience, both powerful and intimate, allows you to explore and enjoy a different facet of your relationship, enhancing the depth of your bond and fulfilling a longing you’ve carried for some time.

You sit up slightly, positioning yourself just enough to wrap your hand around Jeongin’s throat. Your grip is firm but controlled, squeezing just enough to make him look directly at you. Your eyes, sparkling with a potent blend of desire and dominance, meet his with an intensity that makes him moan involuntarily. The sight of your unwavering gaze, filled with longing and command, sends a shiver through him.

As you pull your fingers out, a chuckle escapes you at his immediate complaints and whines. His body shifts restlessly, trying to keep you in place, the tension between your reactions creating a charged, almost playful atmosphere. However, his protests quickly cease when you gently guide him back over the strap, your touch both assertive and reassuring. You keep him there, the movement deliberate as you reach for the lube once more.

With practiced ease, you squirt a generous amount of lube onto your hands, the cool, slick substance contrasting with the heat of the moment. You spread the lube over the length of your strap, the motion smooth and purposeful. As you look up at Jeongin, your gaze is met with a sight that nearly drives you to the brink of madness—his eyes, dazed and full of need, reflecting an intense mix of vulnerability and desire.

The sight of his expression, so completely consumed by longing, heightens your own arousal and desire. It’s a potent reminder of the connection you share and the depth of the moment. The intimate power you wield, coupled with his visible need, creates a dynamic that is both exhilarating and profoundly satisfying. The balance of control and surrender, reflected in his dazed eyes, becomes the focal point of the evening, deepening the intensity of your shared experience.

Jeongin, guided by instinct and desire, doesn’t need any further prompting. With a confident yet eager movement, he places a hand on your bare chest, gently but firmly pushing you back against the mattress. The action is both commanding and intimate, a physical assertion of his desire. As he shifts, he emits a loud whine, the new sensation of the strap replacing your fingers creating a rush of pleasure and surprise.

He pauses briefly, settling fully onto your lap, giving himself a moment to adjust to the new sensation. His movements are deliberate, a blend of anticipation and need as he begins his anticipated bounces of pleasure. The room is soon filled with the almost explicit sounds of his pleasure—the slick, rhythmic noises of his movements, each one a testament to his pursuit of satisfaction.

You watch, completely enthralled by the sight before you. Every sound and motion from Jeongin heightens your own arousal, making the scene an intoxicating display of raw, unfiltered desire. Your hands instinctively reach for his leaking length, your fingers wrapping around it with a firm yet gentle grip. As you stroke him in sync with his movements, the pleasure he experiences intensifies, his moans becoming louder and more fervent. The synchronized rhythm of your touch and his movements amplifies the pleasure for both of you, creating a powerful and immersive experience.

The dynamic of the moment—his pleasure, your touch, the sounds filling the room—creates a vivid, exhilarating tapestry of connection and desire. The intensity of the scene, driven by your mutual need and responsiveness, weaves together a deeply satisfying experience that leaves you both captivated and deeply entwined in the moment.

Unsurprisingly, Jeongin’s moans reach higher pitches as the pressure in his abdomen builds, his rhythm growing increasingly erratic. The intensity of his pleasure is palpable, a mix of rising urgency and need. Observing his struggle, you decide to assist him by moving your own hips in a matching rhythm, syncing with the speed he initially set. The adjustment brings a renewed sense of harmony to your movements, amplifying the pleasure for both of you.

Your free arm wraps around him, drawing him closer as he drapes himself over you once more. He buries his face in your neck, seeking comfort and connection in the closeness. His entire body tenses, each groan guttural and full of raw emotion. The intense moment crescendos, and he relaxes almost instantly when your movements slow to a stop. The room is then filled with the sound of your combined panting, a testament to the exertion and ecstasy you’ve both experienced.

As the intensity fades, Jeongin rolls to the side, a thin layer of sweat clinging to both of your skins. You turn to face him, your wide smile reflecting the deep satisfaction and affection you feel. He meets your gaze with a loving expression, his eyes softening as he whispers, “I love you so fucking much.” The words, though simple, carry a profound depth of emotion, resonating with the closeness and connection you’ve shared in the moment. The exchange solidifies the bond between you, marking the culmination of a deeply intimate and emotionally charged experience.

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[Jeongin reading a French child book]

Jeongin: Uhh, how do you actually giggle in French?

Seungmin: Okay, first of all, you can't-

Felix: HoNhOnHOn ouI oUi baGUettE.

Jeongin: Can you recommends me any books that make you cry?

Felix: General Mathematics. Sixth edition.

Minho: Alright Jeongin, listen up.

Minho: There’s three ways to do thing: the right way, the wrong way and the Minho way.

Jeongin: Isn’t that also a wrong way?

Minho: Yes, but it’s faster.

Jeongin: I want to be a caterpillar.

Chan: Care to explain?

Jeongin: Eat a lot, sleep for a while, wake up beautiful.

Chan: You know that they have a lifespan of like two weeks right?

Jeongin: That’s another highlight.

Chang: Jeongin, nO-

[After Office Hours] - [SKZ Yang Jeongin x M!Reader]

“Push 1 mil of epi. Charge to 120, clear!”

“You’re under arrest for attempted homicide!”

“Fire Department! Call out!”

“5,6,7,8 Music Start!”

The profession that we chose will always be the rollercoaster in our life. Be it an artist, a singer, a writer, a firefighter, a police and many more others. Each and every personnel in this world go through their own way. This was a story of two doctors, successful in their own sectors, one a cardiologist, the other a neurologist. Both worked in the same hospital, under the same boss, nothing really special except for the fact, they can never be in the same room.

Their names are Yang JeongIn and F/N M/N. Yang JeongIn was a child prodigy, following after his father footstep. He skipped a few grades, got himself into Harvard and on his way to medical school. He graduated successfully with flying colours and one would be proud of where he stood.

F/N M/N on the other hand came from the Guryong slum, a place where has long been seen as symbol of the gap between the rich and the poor in South Korea. M/N wasn’t born wealthy but, he did made it though blood, sweat and tears to where he is right now.

M/N and JeongIn met years ago, on their first year of resident. They hated each other’s gut, so much that they won’t stand a minute in a trauma room alone without killing each other. There was once when the two fought with an open patient on the operating table, almost causing a death because they didn’t realise the patient SATS were dropping in the midst of their argument. Every since then, the entire hospital knew never to put them on one case unless it was a life and death situation.

“Dr Kwan, you might want to write the following. I need an hourly Neuro check for bed 42, Mdm Lee. Make sure the post ops reports are updated by the end of the night and also, for bed 35, once the glucose level is on a standard level, you may proceed to remove the drip.” Dr Yang JeongIn, commanded his intern as they walked down the busy hallways of the hospital.

“Yes sir. It will done and dusted,” Dr Kwan, the intern saluted the doctor before parting ways.

“So, Dr Yang, it’s Friday night. TGIF. Wanna go to the club?” Kim SeungMin, a fellow doctor, asked the other as they stood beside each other at the nurse station.

JeongIn huffed and rolled his eyes, “it’s Friday, yes, TGIF but tomorrow is also my day off for the week. So I would like to drink champagne in bed as I fall asleep for the rest of the night peacefully.”

“Boooooringggg.” SeungMin pretended to yawn. “Anyways, wanna hear some gossips?”

“We are doctors, Hyung. Surgeons, not high schoolers, do we really have to gossip?”

SeungMin giggled and link an arm across JeongIn’s shoulder, “this time, yes. It’s about Dr F/N. I heard he is seeing Dr Adams, the intern.”

JeongIn quickly turned his head to the other, “what?” As much as he wanted to keep his composure, he couldn’t help but got his interest attracted.

“I was walking by the intern’s locker room and Dr Adams was announcing to the others about having pinned to the door by Dr F/N and he said, I quote ‘he’s a beast’.” SeungMin whispered.

“Who’s a beast?” Dr F/N M/N grinned as he popped beside his rival, JeongIn, passing some case files to the nurse.

“That’s my queue to leave. See ya around JeongIn.” SeungMin quickly turned to leave the two.

“Hi, Dr Yang.” M/N greeted the other, trying to ignore the fact that he could see steam rising above his head.

“Interns? Really?!” JeongIn glared at the other before smacking a case file to M/N’s chest before pushing pass the latter, bumping their shoulder hard that M/N swore it was going to drop off. M/N watches as JeongIn walks away.

“Seriously? Just a minute. A minute of you guys standing beside each other and you already wanna have each others throat?” Staff Nurse Lee MinHo shook his head appearing beside M/N.

“I said, ‘Hi’ and all he replied me was ‘Interns? Really?!’. I am confused because hell I don’t even know who the hell are the interns around here. I barely walk around the hallways during office hours and hell, I barely speak to anyone except you guys.” M/N ranted, “I said ‘Hi, Dr Yang’, I greeted him but, he looked like he was a sauna. He was FUMING.”

“One day, I just might lock the both of you in a room. Who knows you guys might just come out with little M/N’s and JeongIn’s.”

“Soon.” M/N muttered under his breath.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing.” M/N smiled, “I am officially off shift. It’s already after office hours for me but, I’ll be in the on-call room so, Hyung, please don’t let anyone enter it.”

“You know, it’s after office hours already so, you can go home,” MinHo said.

“TGIF Hyung. I’m waiting for my date.” M/N reasoned and walked away.

“Date?” MinHo asked in confusion, “wait, did you say date?!”

Meanwhile, in the Emergency Room, Yang JeongIn stared into the case file mindlessly. SeungMin’s words was roaming around his head about M/N and the intern. It couldn’t be through right? M/N wouldn’t date an intern. M/N barely walks around the hospital how could he know Dr Adams in the first place?

“Earth to Dr Yang,” Staff Nurse Han JiSung, waved his hand around in front of the doctor. “Shouldn’t you be off shift already? It’s 8pm.”

JeongIn looked to the clock and silently cursed. He was late, very late. The doctor quickly whipped out his phone seeing a few text messages from a certain someone.

‘I swear I don’t understand what you just said’

‘I beg you to explain to me please’

‘I love you, only you okay?’

‘I’ll be waiting.’

‘Where are you? Caught up on a case?’

‘Im at the lobby.’

‘Im still here.’

‘Love?’

“I need a doctor here!” A nurse called out as she pushed a middle aged man on a wheelchair into the ER. The Man was restrained to it as he yelled, struggling to break free.

“Trauma three.” JeongIn beckoned the nurse as he ran to them.

“Alex McAlester. Aged 35, the taxi driver drove him here when he started to experience nauseous and dizziness whilst on his way to the airport. He became delirious and aggressive after so.” The Nurse explained.

“Sir, my name is Yang JeongIn, I’m a doctor here, I’m going to help you but, you need to calm down.” JeongIn said. The man looked at him confused, despite the angered expression that he had. “I’m going to remove your restraints so, calm down. You are in good hands.”

JeongIn proceeded to untie one of the restraints off the man. At first the man was calmed, until JeongIn proceeded to remove the second restraints was when hell broke loose. Everything happened so fast. One second he saw the man grabbing the metal IV stand aiming towards him and the next, he was pulled back into someone’s embrace.

“No. One. Touches. My. Husband.”

As if the time had stopped, JeongIn felt his heart pounding against his chest. He looked up to see none other than his husband, F/N M/N hugging him so tightly, almost knocking the breath out of him with one hand, while the other had stopped the IV pole aimed to him.

“Get security.” M/N told the Nurse as Dr Seo ChangBin, one of their colleague and himself went to restraint the patient onto the bed again. JeongIn felt heat rushing to his cheeks as he exited the room.

“Did I just see what I just saw?” Staff Nurse MinHo eyes widened, “did he just said husband and saved you from that man like some sort of fairytale?” He scooted over to JeongIn. “You are the date?”

“What date?”

“M/N ended shift like hours ago but, insisted to be in the on-call room then he mentioned that he was waiting for his date. Now that whatever happened in front of happened, it means you are the date.” MinHo simply explained. “Are you okay?”

“I’m o—, Woah.” JeongIn was cut off when M/N exited the room, cupping his face and scanned through his body.

“Are you hurt? Did he touch you? Are you okay?”

“Im feim if yum stophw squshming maaai faceeuuu,” JeongIn mumbled.

“Oh thank goodness you are okay. My heart stopped for a second.” M/N sighed in relieve, “love, you didn’t reply my text, I got worried so I just had to come down here to find you.”

“Love?” MinHo smirked.

“We agreed to announce to the chief first.” JeongIn pouted.

“I know but, well, you can’t blame me. It’s after office hours and technically both of us are off duty.” M/N said. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I promise I am. Thank you for saving me.” JeongIn added, “I am mad at you actually. There’s rumours going around that you’re sleeping with Dr Adams.”

“Oh that!” MinHo interjected, “no no Dr Yang. You got it all wrong. The Dr Adams was referring to was the doctor who has the same name as Dr F/N. His a peds doctor. Not your man. Hell, I doubt half the hospital has knows what F/N even looked like. He barely spent his time outside of the OR.”

M/N chuckled, “and so now, we know. Are you still mad?”

“I’m Sorry,” JeongIn muttered feeling so flustered to jump into conclusion.

“It’s okay love.” M/N smiled, planting a quick kiss to JeongIn’s forehead.

“So, anyone wanna explain what is going on with this?” MinHo flailing his hand to the two of them, “just a few hours ago, or at least for as long as you’ve been here, the two of you are on each other throat. I thought one day you might really kill each other.”

“M/N and I are married. We have been for awhile now. The whole rivalry, hating thing is just a norm to us.” JeongIn explained.

“Thus, work is work. Love is love. To which why we invented our ‘after office hours’ rule.” M/N added.

“Why wasn’t I invited? I’m hurt.” MinHo gasped dramatically.

“Cause we hated each other so much and it’s fun to see all of you suffer when you are under our service.”

MinHo rolled his eyes “You guys are an evil couple.”

“We know.” M/N grinned as he links an arm across his husband’s shoulders, planting a kiss to JeongIn’s head. “Shall we go? I planned a date for us.“

“Okay sweetie.” JeongIn tiptoed to kiss M/N’s cheek.

“Disgustingly sweet.” MinHo fake gagged causing the two doctors to laugh wholeheartedly.

Cute🥺

CALLING SKZ “BABY” FOR THE FIRST TIME

including; bang chan, hwang hyunjin, lee felix, lee minho, jisung han , kim seungmin, yang jeongin, seo changbin

genre; fluff + slight suggestiveness + tiny bit of angst :))

BANG CHAN scanned through his phone, reviewing a testing clip captured for a specific song he’d been immersed in lately. meanwhile, you busied yourself next to him with the channels of the tv in his dorm to then disappear into the depths of the pantry, searching for snacks. “mmm baby? do you want me to make a salad?” you hummed, licking your lips as you hastily glanced at chris. upon using the unfamiliar nickname, chan stalled, looking up with surprised eyes. those eyes he once garnered small stretching quite wide for the opposing statement. “baby..?” he muttered, testing the word on his tongue. “yes baby, would a salad be okay?” you brushed off his reaction with a sly smile, knowing full well of your actions. however the moment you turned around, big, warm arms fit snug around your waist, the man breathing in your scent with a sigh of satisfaction. “don’t be saying things like that, i wasn’t prepared.” he grunted, rocking back and forth on his toes. “okay baby.” you chortled, chan staring defiantly. “c’mon seriously?”

HYUNJIN pushed the cart alongside you, curiously shoving his nose into each item as he scanned over the ingredients like a disoriented mother. “jinnie, don’t get left behind.” you called, finally grasping the man’s attention only for him to speedily scamper back to your side. the trip arriving short, waiting patiently as the cashier price checked each item. “alright, enjoy your evening.” the kind woman ushered, you beginning to sling the grocery bags along your arms with a soft beckon to hyunjin who was once again into something. “jinnie, baby, help me out with these.” and can i tell you how fast this llamas head snapped up i might just crash. absolutely dumbfounded. then proceeded to dance around quietly, then quiet, then to your aid. the entire ordeal was adorably terrifying. “i’m baby now?” he closed the car door, lifting brows at you. “you’ve always been baby.” you laughed at his hollering reply. “this is an upgrade!” he cheered, leaning in to gently kiss your lips happily. “so cute.” he cooed at your blissful afterglow. nonetheless, still hyunjin, always.

FELIX sat on the blanket sprawled on the green furnished ground the park chosen remaining deserted. sun glittering overhead with an evergreen glow. he looked breathtaking ( as per usual ) even more so in this lighting. “i’m so jealous.” he honed that concerned expression in your directions due to your words. “what is it?” felix rested his chin on his hand, focused on your face intently. god, he was so pretty. “i mean, you’re just so beautiful and nice and i feel like i’m not even close. like i’m not enough. i don’t deserve you baby.” his brows knit firstly, then flustered blinking. “hey gorgeous, don’t ever think that about yourself, let me show you. especially since i’m your baby.” your hands instinctively curling into his blonde hair, head leering back at the contact that sent you into a dizzy haze. “fe—lix—“ you dragged out, falling back onto the blanket with a sleepy giggle. “see? you’re my everything. don’t forget it.” “baby.” he added, a peck to your cheek serving as a reminder. drowning in his endless love.

MINHO took this early morning to take you to the cat shelter, a place he’d visit regularly to either drop off donations or just visit. the man easily charmed by just how adorable you were when speaking to the cats, voice heightening in pitch happily. however, with this visit in mind he wasn’t expecting to hear you call him baby. the words rolling so effortlessly off your tongue. “baby, look at this one—don’t you think soonie doongi and dori need another friend?” you insisted, hoisting the kitty gently towards him with puppy eyes ( as he liked to call them ). he knit his brows, looking from the cat to you thoughtfully. “if you call me baby again i might consider.” he added teasingly, smirk tugging at his cheeks. “yes! fine then baby, can we get this kitty?” you flushed cheerily, puffing your chest with pride. “since you said it so nicely, yes. now i’ll have four kitties in the house.” he stifled a chuckle at your frown of dismay— bugging. “i told you not to call me that.” you huffed. “but it’s true, you are my kitty.” — “in your dreams.”

HAN being han seemed the type to right off the bat begin using pet names, one of those being baby. but actually, he was nearly the opposite. worried he’d cross an unwanted line, he waited patiently for the occasion. but for you to start first? unexpected; but definitely not disappointing. back against his chest on the couch was a nice way to spend the evening, lazily scrolling on your phones with no motives whatsoever. “how does honey chicken sound?” you questioned innocently, han giving your hips a small squeeze. “honey chicken sounds soooo yummy~” he licked his lips, that familiar unconscious goof-ball of a quokka shining through always. “ahhh baby your arms are too tight—i’m gonna get bruises.” you hissed, the man immediately releasing his grasp; leaning his body to look at you in disbelief. “baby? who?” you burst into a fit of giggles, the quokka still in awe. “you silly.” you beamed, capturing his cheeks in your hands to land a soft smooch on his nose. his face turned so pink in little to no seconds. “nooo you’re my baby~~” he babied, rolling over with you on the couch to smother you in hugs. over the moon.

SEUNGMIN was nervous, extremely nervous to introduce nicknames. so of course being the traditional and kind hearted boyfriend he was he confronted you about the dilemma. “so you’re saying you want to use nicknames for each other?” you tilted your head, biting back a smile. he was just so cute, all red and fidgety as if giving a letter to his crush. it reminded you of when he’d confessed, all hushed and melty. so cute. “yes..” he mumbled, eyes darting to the floor anxiously. “that sounds fun! i’m glad you talked to me about it. which ones should we use.. there’s so many.” you gasped, excitement fitting to your nerves at just how much opportunity stood before you. “i need to think of some good ones.” you licked your lips, seated on the bed in conversation. “cutie.. honey.. baby..” meanwhile, the black haired man in front of you was dissipating into a puddle of mush. this nicknames were killing him. “what? do you like baby?” you interjected, his face hidden into his hands. “i’ll take that as a yes baby.” he groaned in response.

I.N argued proficiently, enough to where he’d win no matter what. that was, the stupid arguments you’d get in. this one, on a lovely sunday morning, consisted of shouting at what name fit jeongin. the two runner up names were either baby bread or foxINy. however, jeongin was resilient, convinced that foxINy was better. “no! baby bread is much more gentle and fun.” you crossed your arms, pouting. it took a lot of strength for the fox to not coddle you and your adorable face. “look here, baby bread is obviously superior. i mean it can be used so many different ways like ‘bread’ or ‘baby-.’” you began, facial features contorting in a sly array. “exactly, baby.” I.N stalled, eyes round as saucers. “you win.” he blurted, waddling to you in need of a hug. unable to stop his heart from beating obnoxiously. “i think i can hear your heart from here.” you whispered, he only snuggled deeper into your shirt.

CHANGBIN acted high and mighty, although you were fully aware of his caring and affectionately needy side as well. those moments revealed when you hurt yourself, cry, or late nights. generally no in between. you were both playing around in the studio, taking a short break to dance around the plush dwaekki in your hands happily. spearb dropped down on the couch aimlessly, gazing at your enamored expression with satisfaction—to him, you were the enamoring one. “this. dwaekki. is. precious.” you nearly exploded with a love struck arrow, poking through your chest stubbornly. positively swooning. “it’s my baby now.” hugging the grumpy plushie to your chest, you caught the real dwaekki’s attention. “ah, but don’t be jealous, you’re my real baby.” your eyes almost sparkling in the dimmed lighting. changbin was doomed. the things you did to him. he coughed, ears dusting rose. you noticed. “what’re you talking about.” he reprimanded, head turned to avoid your watchfulness. “shhh i told you not to be jealous.” you straddled his lap, finger upon his lips. “when was i ever jealous.” he rolled his eyes. “now you are.” wiggling your brows childishly in his direction. “of the dwaekki? seriously?” you casted him one last grin. “yes, of the dwaekki baby.”

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“They say ‘You’re different from me, so leave here’

But you need to know that being different is not being wrong”

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hey y'all! in lieu of us posting our first part of Operation Miroh, i wanted to let you know that i also posted the first chapter of my own skz fanfic on ao3

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