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"I'd walk through fire for you, just let me adore you."
- adore you, harry styles
player 120 | cho hyun-ju x female reader
cont. fluff, light angst
DEEP down, you knew she's the one. The person who you want to spend your life with till you take your last breath.
Cho Hyun-ju is an angel sent from above you're certain. It doesn't matter what other people say— you don't care.
They wouldn't understand you.
They would never see her the way you see her.
They'd never feel the bliss of knowing you now belong to the woman you've pursued for so long despite the hate you received from others.
But they're not your priority. Your priority is none other than the love of your life, Cho Hyun-ju.
You turn your attention to your girlfriend, admiring her every move as she works through the kitchen, making breakfast for the both of you. Seeing her skillfully flip the pancakes, you couldn't help but awe at how talented she is.
Some might say it's basic skills, but to you, it's not. That's a talent.
Unable to hold yourself back, you slowly made your way in her behind without her noticing, you held her in a tight embrace.
You felt her tremble, obviously startled at the sudden hug, making you giggle, "Sorry, babe. Did I surprise you?"
Cho Hyun-ju's thoughts were preoccupied while she was flipping the pancakes. The sudden hug she received from behind almost made her instinctively defend herself.
But then, she heard your giggling voice.
Hyun-ju released a sigh of relief, setting the spatula she was holding aside. She turned around, her face coming into your view.
Her eyes drifted from your eyes down to your swollen lips, to your neck littered with fresh red marks. Just the sight of them made her vividly recall everything that happened last night. She almost felt sorry for you— but then she remembered it was you who begged her to do it. But she couldn't help but feel sorry for you.
Maybe, she should've at least held back a little.
Hyun-ju had the urge to kiss those lips of yours again. But to her disappointment, the sound of your phone ringing echoed through the kitchen, interrupting the intimate moment the two of you were sharing.
Her eyes drifted to the table, her gaze stuck at the name of the caller being displayed on the screen of your phone.
It's that bastard, Su-bong.
You met him once at the baby shower of your best friend, Jun-hee. The asshole started flirting with you despite Hyu-ju being with you all the time.
Ever since he learned your name, he wouldn't stop bothering you.
Although you already rejected the man multiple times, telling him you have a girlfriend, he seems to not care at all as he remained persistent on pestering you. And you were starting to lose your patience. Especially when the man just ruined your moment with your partner.
Pulling away from Hyun-ju, you picked up your phone, declining the call.
Wait, did you just block the guy?
You nodded your head in satisfaction, regretting that you didn't do it much sooner.
"There, no more interruption."
You turned around, returning back to your previous position as if it's where you should be— which is right in her arms.
Then you see it, the hesitation in those beautiful eyes of hers. Was she doubting herself again?
You were offended that she'd think you'll like someone like him. But the thought of her doubting herself made you frown in discontent— not from her, but to yourself.
How dare you let your girlfriend doubt and think negatively about herself?
Moving your arms to the side of her head, you pushed her thoughts away, confessing to her with your outmost sincerity, "Cho Hyun-ju, I've loved you from the moment I first laid my eyes on you, and nothing could ever change that."
You out your hands to her cheeks, staring with deep intense in her eyes.
"I don't care about those other people— you're the one I love, not anyone else."
She teared up at your words, leaning closer to you. Her bright eyes expressing how happy and loved she felt at your words.
The vulnerability she's showing you at the moment urged to kiss her right now. To express your feelings not only by words, but also action.
And you did.
Your lips touched hers, temporarily stoping yourself from breathing.
Sharing a passionate kiss, you couldn't care less about anything else in the world when your most prioritized person is in front of you. You treated the kiss like air, needy and desperate for more.
To your dismay, Hyun-ju suddenly had to pull away, allowing the two of you to breathe.
Gasping, you frowned, smelling something unusual coming from the kitchen.
YOU and your childhood best friend, Kang Dae-ho, was currently hanging out at the beach.
The cold breeze of the air along with the heat coming from the sun gave you the perfect temperature to bathe in the sun.
You were lying on your front. His hands coated with a generous amount of sunscreen glided across your back, massaging it. The right pressure of his palm brought you pleasure, making you relax and rest comfortably.
Seeing your relaxed expression, he couldn't hold himself back and complain, "Did you just bring me here to be your personal massager?"
You responded with an unbothered tone, "How did you know?"
The way you answered irked him so much, making him put more strength on his massage.
"Ouch, asshole! It was a joke!"
You whined, sitting down while sending glares at his direction. Feigning ignorance, he sat down on the beach chair besides yours, placing your shades in his face.
You rolled your eyes in return, standing up as you grabbed the nearest item on your side, his beach ball.
He removed the shades, allowing you to see his cute frown, "Hey! That's mine!"
You stick your tongue out, "Then come and get it then!"
Both of you ran around the sandy beach, laughing loudly as if the two of you were the only ones on the beach.
Watching your cheery expression, Dae-ho couldn't take his eyes off of your smile. He didn't know why but something inside him warms up whenever he sees you happy.
He thinks seeing your smile is something to die for.
You, on the other hand, raise an eyebrow at his unusual stare, wondering what could be going on inside his head. You continued running, looking at the man chasing after you from time to time.
However, out of nowhere, a tall figure stood straight and tall in the direction you were running to.
"Watch out!"
You heard Dae-ho yell. But it was already too late. Your body crashed against the stranger, causing you to fall heavily in the sand.
Without even letting you stand up on your own, the man started yelling, sending you rude insults. Dae-ho immediately rushed over to your side, trying to talk to the man in order to calm the situation down.
You tried to apologize sincerely, but the man didn't seem to care at all as he continued releasing out-of-hand profanities at you. Despite feeling Dae-ho's hand squeeze yours, telling you to be careful, you believed that you could handle the situation.
Unfortunately for you, the man started waving his arms around, hovering over your head. You were starting to feel scared as you backed away. The man noticed, becoming furious as he also got way too close to your liking.
Dae-ho, witnessing this, instinctively rushed between you and the man, "Hey, mister. I know you're angry, but you're going overboard here."
His gaze turned cold, as if he was ready to fight the man any second now.
This scene made your heart beat a little bit faster than it should be. Is this a dream? Is Kang Dae-ho really defending you?
The man, seeing the cold gaze of Dae-ho, suddenly felt intimidated. He was ready to take on the younger man if only he didn't see the guards approaching from a distance. The man cursed under his breath, before leaving without saying another word. And by the time the guards arrived, everything was already finished.
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Like a statue, your body remained frozen from your current position.
You and Dae-ho was currently inside the hotel room that you booked before visiting the island. The two of you were laying on the bed, watching TV.
Even though your gaze were on the screen, you couldn't help but wander your eyes to him.
Feeling your gaze at him, he turned to you ready to stand up, "What is it? Do you want something right now? I'll get it for you."
You giggled, shaking your head. You leaned your head on the soft pillow. You brought your eyes back to him and whispered, "No, I just wanted to tell you that you were really cool back there... thank you for defending me, Dae-ho."
Kang Dae-ho was caught off guard— so were you. But you acted as if nothing happened after seeing his speechless expression, shifting your attention away from him, back to the TV.
He was glad you weren't looking at him and saw his now flustered expression after letting each word sink inside his head. He never had someone say something so sincerely about him.
You on the other hand, didn't know what came to your mind and where did you get the courage you had at that moment to say something outrageous, but something inside you felt the need to say it.
With him trying to maintain his composure, he leaned closer to your side, "What did you say just now?"
"I'm not repeating anything," you mumbled, covering your beet-red face.
Then everything went silent.
This time, you didn't dare break it, you had enough of doing embarrassing things today. That kept you held back from doing something out of hand once again.
Thankfully, Dae-ho decided to break the silence this time by also doing something outrageous. His pair of hands grasped yours, gently removing them, allowing him to see your face once again.
Seriously, you think closing your eyes would make a difference?
The tension you felt made you want to dig a hole and bury your whole existence inside it. You could hear him stifle a laugh at your cute display. But he held back and whispered, "You think I'm cool?"
You refused to respond.
"If you don't say anything, I'm going to do something that'd make you really turn into a tomato."
"..."
He leaned closer, "I- does this mean, yes?"
Dae-ho's face was so close you could feel his hot breath on your lips.
"C'mon, say something... please?"
Unbeknownst to you, he was hesitant. Yes, he does want to kiss you. But his thoughts couldn't help but think negatively of the consequences after.
What if you think he sucks at kissing?
Would you mock him— no, you'd never do that. But the thought of that happening made him more hesitant.
On the other hand, you were getting impatient.
Was he teasing you right now?
Is this a joke to him— but he would never go that far, playing with someone's feelings is way out of line.
So, why wouldn't he do it?!
You opened your eyes, a frown visibly showing on your face as you pulled your hands free from his grasp.
His expression faltered for a second, unsure at what to do at the moment.
"I think you're the coolest— just not at this field."
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. And without wasting any more seconds, your lips crashed onto his.
"Not anyone, you're the one, more than fun, you're the sanctuary."
- sanctuary, joji
player 380 | se-mi x female reader
contains: fluff, light angst
SE-MI doesn't deserve you- she believes.
You were currently resting in the rented apartment of your girlfriend, lying down on the soft cushion of her couch, exchanging each other's warmth whilst holding each other in a tight embrace.
The cuddling position you were in allowed Se-mi to hear your steady breath on her neck, confirming that you were still in your deep sleep. You look peaceful in your sleep, she thought to herself.
Then, she noticed you leaning closer to her neck, making her pause, observing, and waiting for your next action.
Your nose rubbed onto her skin, tickling her a little whilst you relax, enjoying her warmth. Her eyes softened at the sleeping face you had on. She pressed her face on your hair in return for your previous action, smelling the fresh scent of your shampoo, unconsciously bringing her pure delight.
A soft sigh escapes from her lips, a single thought in her head.
How could you easily trust someone like her?
She hated how easily you trusted her despite knowing her in just a few months. But as much as Se-mi hated to admit it, knowing how much trust you put on her every time you let your guard down whenever she's around brings happiness to her to know you feel safe in her company.
Slowly, her hands reached out to one of yours, blindly tracing each part of your hands with her calloused fingers, rubbing the soft, unmarred skin of your palm, free from hard work- a complete contrast of the status the two of you are standing on in the society.
With a slight pinch of your soft hands, you slightly stirred in your sleep, making her cut her thoughts off and stop her actions for just a short second.
Then, she heard you whisper in your sleep, "Se-mi, I love you..."
F*ck, were you dreaming of her?
The words you whispered in your sleep were enough to cause her heart to beat much harder than it already was. She was worried that you'd hear how fast her heart beat and wake up sooner than she wanted you to. But you didn't— much to her surprise.
Se-mi couldn't fall asleep, not when you're on her side— she couldn't miss a single second of you. She was afraid that once she closes her eyes, she would wake up and realize everything was just a dream. But even so, she knew it wasn't, she was certain that you would leave her as soon as you realize how miserable your life would turn out to be if you stayed with her till the end— just like how your father warned you about her.
Your father was against your relationship and almost everyone around you did. But she couldn't blame your father. If she was put in the same position, she would do the same thing for the sake of her daughter's future.
But you were born hardheaded, just like your mother. You stayed with her up until now, never failing to remind her every day that you love her.
And it's not that she doesn't trust you— believe her, she does. But, not on the part where you say that you would love her till the end. It's just that people change, and only time will tell. And if you ever do leave her, Se-mi doesn't know what she'd do to herself.
But for now, she wanted to continue basking herself in your presence until she get sick and tired of it- which would never happen.
STARING at the state of your apartment only made your blood boil. Anger building up inside your mind as your eyes locked onto a certain mop of purple hair lying down on the worn and torn couch, completely passed out.
Stomping, your feet brought you to the man sleeping peacefully. Your hands clenched into a fist, crushing the plastic bag that contains canned food— meant to be your so-called dinner for tonight. In the extreme irritation you felt at the moment, you didn't hold back as you dropped the cans right into his face. The sudden collision of the hard steel startled the sleeping man on the couch, causing him to sit up in panic and anger while instinctively cursing in your direction, "What the fuck, man! What'd you do that—"
Your fiery gaze met his, making him go silent. But all of a sudden, your figure trembled, warm tears gathering in your eyes, threatening to fall down any second.
You were breaking down in front of him yet he didn't move. He was standing still, not moving a single muscle from his body as his eyes remained glued to your crying expression, seemingly unbothered by the situation in front of him.
He scoffed, looking away from you to his phone screen while saying the following words, "Stop being overdramatic, woman. You can just clean it up, it's not a big deal. Besides— isn't that your job?"
You were speechless for a second, completely shocked at his words. Until finally, you snapped, increasing the volume of your voice, "Well, isn't it your job to find a job and work to pay the f*cking bills?! Maybe, if you did, I would be much more willing the clean the mess you made!"
Su-bong snapped, screaming back at you, obviously pissed at your nagging, "Jesus! It's just a little mess, why are you turning this into a big deal?!"
You sobbed, "Because, it's not just about that mess, it's about everything—!"
"So what do you want me to do now, huh? You want me to leave?! Ha! You think I'd stay here, in this rundown apartment of yours, if I wanted to? Hell no, I only stayed here because I have no choice!"
You couldn't hear the rest of the words he was releasing aggressively in your face. It was all too much to handle. Emotional, psychological, and physical pain in one body at the same time was way too much for you, especially in your current condition.
So, your body made the decision for you to rest. Although, in a forceful manner.
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The same night, you woke up in your bed. A small smile formed on your lips. It seems like he was human enough to pick you up from the cold floor and bring you to a more comfortable place to rest.
You checked the clock and realized it's been at least 3 hours since you fainted. You're extremely hungry, having worked long hours of shift from work.
But first, you went straight to the bathroom, feeling the urge to wash up after remembering how sweaty you were when you came back.
Whilst washing, you felt like you forgot something. Automatically, as soon as you opened your eyes, you scanned the sink.
Right, you forgot. You left it on the sink last night.
But... it's gone?
You scanned the whole place, trying to find the item hurriedly, until you did.
Your eyes were glued at the trash can, staring at the white item sticking out of the other trash inside, displaying the two red lines on it.
'He saw it,' you thought to yourself, both in an excited yet nervous manner. You hastily wiped your face with your face towel, opening the door, hoping to find him in the living room. Your eyes caught the figure of him crouching down, trying to fix something on the ground. Then you realized, he was tying the lace of his shoe, and on his side was a large duffel bag— the same ones they brought before moving in with you.
The scene in front of you made emotions drop, making you feel empty.
"Where are you going?"
As if deaf, he didn't reply.
Instead, he stood up, carrying the large duffel bag as he left, leaving the door open, as well as yourself standing inside, completely dumbfounded.
Of course, he'd run away from his responsibilities. What did you think it would be?
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"I'd give it all just to hold you close, sorry that I broke your heart."
- after hours, the weeknd
player 120 | cho hyun-ju x female reader
contains: angst
THE obvious tremble of your hand rattled the small pills inside a small plastic bottle. Your face was turning blue, as if you couldn't breathe.
You held the bottle tightly, your fingers removing the lid clumsily in panic, causing some to scatter on the floor.
Disregarding the small mess you created, you took as many pills as your fingers could pick, stuffing them inside your mouth. With no water around you, you grabbed a bottle of alcohol on the table, and swallowed the pills along with the alcohol despite the burning feeling you felt in your throat.
A few minutes later you regained your breathing, finally able to relax your tense body on the soft cushion of the chair you were sitting on. As you regained your other senses, you couldn't help but frown.
The music blasting, shouts of the people coming from different directions, and the smell of tobacco reeking in the air, mixing with the smell of alcohol was making your head throb.
It's been three days since you refused to fall asleep. No matter how much your body begged you to, you couldn't do it. Not unless those nightmares that kept haunting your mind vanish.
You think you're just a small step away from going insane. Everything seemed to have turned out to the worst after he—no, she left. It's as if she casted a curse on you, turning you into your current miserable state after what you've done to her. Although, you knew she would never do that. Someone like her couldn't. Maybe, you're the one who put the spell on yourself in compensation for the pain you've caused her.
You couldn't get her image out of her head. But it's as if she tattooed her own image onto your brain, impossible to erase nor remove no matter how much alcohol you downed yourself in.
You wanted to call her.
"F*ck this... I miss you so much," you muttered under your breath. Breathing heavily as you felt your head throb much more harder.
Then, a sudden thought and urge hit you.
'I need to call her.'
Even though you feel hesitant to do it, the longing feeling inside you outweighs the previous emotion. And despite knowing you're still under the influence of alcohol, you're sober enough to know what you're doing. You're certain enough that this is not something you'd regret in the morning, but something you'd be glad that you've done.
Your eyes immediately went to look for your purse, your hands automatically grabbing it as soon as you found it on your side.
You took a long inhale, exhaling it as your fingers touched the cold item. The dark screen of your phone lightens as you tapped it twice, displaying the happy image of the two of you in a sweet pose. Both of you on the side with your arms around her neck whilst hers on your waist, kissing your cheek as your face smiled widely— it's almost as if it would reach your ears.
Tears began to form in your eyes, cursing yourself for your own stupidity.
You unlocked the phone— her birthday as your password.
So many missed calls from her.
Now, this made you feel more horrible about yourself. But now was not the time for that. You felt the urgency inside your head to call back and do one absolute thing.
To apologize to her, a certain someone in your life that you shouldn't even be angry and blame in the first place.
But before you could tap the call button, you received a call from a certain number you knew so well.
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