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Yugyeom ✧ Burn up like Fire

✧ Got7 Yugyeom x fem!reader ✧ feat. the rest of Got7 ✧ words: ~7.2k ✧ genre: humor, fluff, a bit of angst ✧ warnings: mentions of cheating, cursing, depiction of violence

Desc.: You’ve been cheated on by your now ex-boyfriend Jihun, and your friends want to convince you to take revenge on him.

Author’s note: I totally did not get the idea from watching this one insta-reel and the All Your Fault MV being burned into my memory.

“He what?!” Youngjae blurts out upon hearing your words, before repeating them. “He cheated on you with that girl from astronomy club?!” With how outraged he is, he almost manages to spit the contents of his mouth all across the table as he yells a bit too loudly. You’re in the middle of your regular restaurant that the 8 of you come to every second Friday night, whenever the older members of your squad can leave work a bit earlier and get out of taking part in their respective company dinners.

“Yeah, but it’s fine,” you sigh, trying to push your feelings aside as soon as you sense that pain in your chest, that’s been trying to rip you apart for the last few days, coming alive again. It feels as if someone had pierced through you with a spear, and the space that had once been filled with love and adoration that you could barely contain at times, now feels like it’s about to overflow from a whole new set of unpleasant emotions. “I should’ve known he was a piece of shit…” Mark, who sits to your right side next to you, sets down his metal chopsticks with a clank against the circular wooden table you’re gathered around, though the noise of the people conversing and partying all around you drowns out the sound almost completely. He lifts his hand for a second, planning to put it on your shoulder or maybe your arm for a comforting gesture, but when you involuntarily make yourself smaller in an attempt to escape the physical contact, he takes the hint and instead gives you a sympathetic expression. You’d have expected him to say something, but instead the guy to your left starts speaking.

“We can’t just let him get away with that,” Jackson says, his hands having formed fists. He too can’t possibly hide that he’s upset about you getting hurt by another guy, though he tries to keep his own anger from taking the better of him. Quite in contrast to Youngjae, who has finished chewing the piece of samgyeobsal in his mouth and is now sitting there, gaping. He’s in charge of grilling the meat today, so he swings the tongs in his hand around the table, and when his eyes meet yours, you can see the fire that sparked in his pupils.

“We’re gonna get back at him,” he announces, and at first, dismay hits you. You don’t want to see your boyfriend - or well, now ex-boyfriend - anymore, especially not so soon after finding out the truth. It’s only been mere days, not even a full week, since you caught Jihun making out with that bitch in your school’s observatorium. You were going to surprise him with self-made lunch as a late birthday present, as you couldn’t spend the day in question together due to him having to work. You find yourself wondering now if maybe he lied to you about that too, so that he could spend his birthday with the new girl instead of you. Just thinking about it sends another wave of pain through your body, to the point you feel like all your intestines are starting to cramp and contract. You’ve cried so much these past days, in between scolding yourself not to be so stupid as to let yourself drown in your own sorrows. To be honest, you’ve considered skipping tonight’s dinner, and you were glad that you didn’t, because seeing all the guys’ faces cheered you up, at least for a while. And then someone just had to bring up how it was unusual for you to talk so little, and now you told them about everything that happened. You want to throw Jaebeom, who started the whole conversation, a glare, but find that your facial muscles are too exhausted for that at the moment, and so you abort the mission, before you start sobbing in public.

“That’s childish, guys.” Jinyoung speaks up now, and in spirit you thank him for being reasonable. You wouldn’t want to cause a ruckus, with how tired of the situation you already are. “Getting back at someone who hurt you is like fighting fire with fire. That won’t get us anywhere.”

“He’s right,” Bambam chimes in and he reaches across the table and Jackson’s clenched fists to put a hand over yours. You can’t react fast enough to shrug his touch off like you had done with Mark earlier, but somehow sensing his warm palms on your fingers makes you feel a little better for as long as the brief gesture lasts. He shoots you a smile that is meant to comfort you, but comes out a bit dorky and awkward, as per usual when he tries to be serious with you. Still, you appreciate the effort. “We should focus on cheering Y/N up for now. We’re here to have a good time, after all, aren’t we?” Approving nods can be seen from the people around the table, until Jaebeom points to the person sitting between Youngjae and Bambam.

“I feel like somebody here doesn’t agree…” he remarks, and all eyes land on Yugyeom, who’s been giving the food on his plate a death glare ever since you started talking about what happened. His right hand is clenched around his chopsticks, and it looks like he’s trying to bore them through the table in front of him. His bangs are throwing a shadow across his face, but you can unmistakably see the anger in his eyes. It takes him a few seconds until he realizes everyone’s looking at him, and he tries to snap himself out of it, but fails at faking a believable smile.

“You okay, man?” Bambam asks his best friend and he gives him a slap on the upper arm, to which Yugyeom turns to face him.

“Sure…” he responds, trying to cover up his intense emotions with an awkward laugh, but again, the laugh doesn’t quite come out as he wanted it to. If there’s one thing about him that you’ve found charming from the first time you met him, then it’s the fact that he cannot hide how he feels for shit. Sure, that trait might be a disadvantage in certain situations, like right now, when it would be better if he could just pretend to be fine and join the others in trying to make you forget, but it’s also something that’s made you trust him a lot. Though you don’t see each other often since you go to different colleges, there’s a certain mutual understanding between you two. That’s why you were actually afraid that he would bring up your bad mood first, and not Jaebeom.

However, his openness is also the reason why it didn’t take you long to figure out that everyday he was hoping you would finally break up with your boyfriend. And now that it’s actually come to a not so pretty end, you wonder if he feels guilty about hoping for so long. Afraid that he would do something stupid and make the situation even worse, you finally find it in you to say something.

“Yeah let’s… just eat for now. And talk and have fun like we always do.” You stammer a bit at first, but as soon as you actually start talking it doesn’t come so hard. “I think that would help me the most right now.”

“Then how about we start by ordering a refill of this?” Jinyoung picks up the bottle of peach soju that you like so much, and he winks at you like an older brother would.

“Drinking down your sorrows helps, I heard,” Jaebeom chimes in with a smile on his lips that tells you not to take his words too seriously.

“Alcohol isn’t the solution, guys,” Mark scolds the younger guys and Jackson jumps up from his seat in a dramatic gesture. His hands have relaxed and instead of forming fists, they’re now fully stretched out on the table.

“Says the one who asks if we wanna go out for a drink everytime he has to work overtime!” Jackson returns forcefully, to which Mark raises his eyebrows and gets ready to argue back, but stays seated. He throws something at his face in Chinese, that you don’t quite understand, but from the way Jackson lets his body sink back onto his chair in resignation, you figure the older won the argument this time as well.

“Hey! If you’re going to destroy him like that, at least do it in a language we others understand too!” Bambam complains, while Jackson shoots him a glare. Hearing Jinyoung’s laugh makes your eyes wander to his face, and you see his amused expression. You wonder if he understood what Mark said, or if he’s just laughing because the guys are play-fighting as per usual. Whatever reason there might be, his amusement causes you to smile as well, and Youngjae points out your change of mood as soon as he spots the corners of your mouth that are curling up into a faint grin.

“Mark, you should keep cursing in Chinese! She seems to like that!” Youngjae laughs, when Mark retorts,

“I didn’t curse!”

“Yes you did!” Jackson yells back. “Wanna know what he called me, Y/N?” he continues, exaggeratedly upset as he leans over and bumps his upper arm into yours.

“Jackson, don’t lie!” Mark shouts across the table.

“He called me a eunuch!”

“I did not, dude?! I have seen-” Jinyoung reaches over to slap his hand across Mark’s mouth, almost elbowing Jaebeom in the face in the process.

“Hey, watch what you’re doi-” The latter is about to complain, when the words get stuck in his throat as Jinyoung’s exhorting expression wanders from Mark to Jaebeom. You chuckle again at their antics.

“I really don’t think she wants to talk about what is or isn’t in our pants, guys,” Bambam throws in, again with that slightly awkward grin on his lips.

The night passes like that, and when it’s around 1 a.m. and all of you have comfortably filled bellies as well as the buzzing warmth of being tipsy flowing through your veins, you decide it’s about time you all went home. You’re standing in front of the entrance of the restaurant, a bit to its right so as not to block any customers walking in and out, saying your goodbyes and getting ready to split up into the different directions that each of you live in, when in the corner of your eye, you spot them. A happy couple, a guy and a girl, both probably a little above your age, as they’re walking hand in hand on the sidewalk on the other side of the street. You’re about to say goodbye to Jaebeom, but the sight makes you freeze on the spot before you can go in for a friendly hug. He raises his eyebrows at you first, but soon he too spots the couple that you’re now stealing glances at. And you’re not even sure what’s so special about the two. You’ve never seen them before, nor will you ever see them again, and it’s not like you weren’t surrounded by happy couples inside the restaurant just now. Maybe it’s the fresh air filling your lungs and heightening your senses that were dulled by the alcohol and the strong smell of food filling your nose up until now, that made you suddenly take notice of them. But whatever it might’ve been, you now feel yourself going through all the feelings that the betrayal and the breakup brought with it again. Except that this time, you aren’t strong enough to keep the tears from welling up in your eyes, only to fall down your cheeks a moment later. Jaebeom doesn’t ask any questions, and instead just embraces you carefully, tightening the hug when you can’t stop sobbing, so that you can at least hide your face in his chest while you try to calm yourself down. Another hand that’s not his finds its way to your head, warmly stroking your hair, and from the way it touches you, you guess it’s Jinyoung trying to comfort you. You manage to somehow stop crying eventually, giving yourself a few mental slaps for almost breaking down in public, out on the street. With reddened, puffy eyes, you look up to shoot the other guys an apologetic look. You find faces full of compassion, until you spot the two people standing at the very back of your group. Youngjae, trying to calm down the taller guy right next to him, while struggling to contain his own anger, and Yugyeom, with clenched fists and teeth biting down on his lower lip, releasing it slowly before he mutters,

“I’m going to kill him.”

It’s Monday afternoon, or more like early evening, because the sun is already starting to set. Your uni department has a tiny dusty library on the top floor, where it’s not only always silent because nobody ever comes here, but also hot as fuck in the summer, due to its location right beneath the roof of the building. So why Youngjae would suggest holding an “emergency meeting” here you don’t know, but anyway you’ve gathered here, all sweating and wishing it wasn’t heckin’ middle of the hottest June you’ve had in a long time. You’re missing Mark and Jaebeom today, as they’re still stuck at work, meaning that the only damage control your little group currently has is Jinyoung. You’d count yourself in but 1. you’re still not in the state of mind where you’d be willing to waste your energy on trying to stop the guys from pulling something stupid and 2. you know yourself and how easily they, especially the youngest two among them, can convince you to join in on their headassery.

“We have good news and better news,” Youngjae, who apparently appointed himself the spokesperson of the day, explains, while Jinyoung sighs. “Which do you want first?”

“Uhm…” You’re still in the middle of thinking, when Youngjae slams a random book on the table that you’ve all gathered around and a cloud of dust is raised. While taking a breath to reveal what he came to tell, he obviously has to inhale a lung full of dust, and starts coughing uncontrollably instead.

“Not in my face!” Jackson, who sits opposite him, complains, and Bambam reaches over in an attempt to push Youngjae out of his chair. He earns himself a rather angry glare, but gets the job done, as the latter now at least turns around to cough at some bookshelves instead of you others.

“So the good news,” Bambam explains instead of his older friend and points to Yugyeom, who still seems pissed, “is that we convinced him to not kill your ex.”

“Wow, what an achievement,” Jinyoung remarks snarkily. He sits in his chair quite leaned back, with his arms crossed in front of his chest. You get the feeling he only let himself be dragged along after a lot of convincing and possibly being bribed into it with money, as he seems mostly interested in throwing judging looks around the room. However, you’re glad he’s here, because the “better” news are starting to make you worry, and you feel a little safer with Jinyoung sitting right next to you.

“What about the better news?” you hesitantly ask and Youngjae, who seems to have recovered from his coughing fit, shoots you a beaming evil grin. Bambam now points at both his best friend and Youngjae.

“They’re still up for destroying him one way or the other.” In the corner of your eye, you can see Jinyoung throwing his head back in exasperation, while he lets out a huge sigh. “And,” Bambam adds, “Jackson is willing to help too!”

Silence. You’re honestly not sure how to react to that and to their determination to make your ex’ life hell, when in reality you just want to get over him as fast as possible and forget about him. So you don’t say anything, even though Jackson’s, Youngjae’s and Bambam’s expectant faces make it very clear they would’ve hoped for a more excited reaction from you - or any reaction at all for that matter. But when you remain silent and they won’t stop staring at you, Jinyoung eventually speaks up for you.

“Don’t you think that’s a little much, guys?” he says, with a slightly scolding tone in his voice. “We already established she just wants to forget about him, but what you’re doing isn’t exactly helping with that…”

“He’s right,” Yugyeom, who sits right opposite you, agrees. You didn’t expect that he of all people would suddenly come to his senses and side with Jinyoung. “We shouldn’t make it harder on Y/N than it already is, but…” But… oh here we go, you hear yourself think before he jumps up, slams his hands on the table, inhales a good handful of dust that his sudden motion whirled into the air, and then he starts sneezing and coughing with no end in sight. Other than with Youngjae just earlier, Bambam now gets up and is by his best friend’s side in no time, patting his back in an attempt to help him cough out all the dust that just filled his lungs. You do pity him, but the slapstick-like scene that just unfolded in front of your very eyes is just a little too funny not to chuckle at him in secret. You all wait for the youngest guy to calm down, and once he manages to talk again, he speaks up with his eyes still runny from the coughing fit.

“But we can’t just let that jerk get away with what he did to Y/N!” he starts his speech, while looking as if he had just cried. You can’t really take him seriously like that, but he tries to act unfazed by his currently not so cool physical appearance. “I mean, cheaters are already horrible human beings, but the fact that he hurt Y/N…” A dark shade falls over his eyes as he looks down and clenches his teeth.

“I agree though!” Youngjae shouts. “We can’t let him get away with this without making him pay for it!”

“If you just want to forget about him, then at least let us go there by ourselves and teach him a lesson or ten,” Jackson throws in, gesturing towards the other guys, but leaving out Jinyoung who’s ready to shake his head in case he would’ve been counted in. You sigh. It’s not like you don’t understand their frustration. You’d probably feel the same if one of them got cheated on. You decide to shove your terrible gut feeling aside for now and give them another chance to convince you. If they manage to come up with a way of retaliation that you can agree with, then maybe you’d let them go through with their plan. Besides, looking at especially Youngjae and Yugyeom, you feel like they’d get revenge no matter what you say anyway.

“So what… would be your plan?” you dare to ask, earning a surprised expression from Jinyoung.

“You’re really… doing this?” he whispers at you, even though the others can clearly hear him, while pointing in their general direction.

“Let me hear them out for now.” You give them a nod with your chin to signal they should start explaining.

“Well, Yugyeom here had the idea to pay his house a visit and give him a nice and thorough beating,” Jackson reveals, but the guy in question immediately shakes his head and hands, trying to deny it.

“Ahh, I didn’t mean it like that…” he attempts to talk himself out of it.

“You sounded pretty eager when we discussed things though?” Bambam throws in with a mischievous smile plastered all over his face.

“Yeah, you really seemed like you were looking forward to beating him up when we talked about this after dinner on Friday?” Youngjae too joins the others in cornering the youngest of them. You shoot Yugyeom a surprised look and find him searching the room nervously all of a sudden.

“You discussed this on Friday?” you ask and receive a nod from the others.

“They did,” Jinyoung clarifies, obviously very endeavoured to keep his hands clean of this.

“Wasn’t he still drunk then?” you reason. “You know how he gets when he had a little too much…” You find yourself defending him, even when you’re not sure if you should believe your own words or not. At least you can say with certainty that he sometimes gets… a little eager about things with a certain amount of alcohol coursing through his body. At the same time you know he has a rather high tolerance, so you’re not sure if he even was drunk enough to reach that state on Friday, but you shove that thought aside as well.

“Oh? Well… probably, yeah,” Youngjae eventually agrees, though he seems a bit caught off guard by you suddenly speaking up for your friend.

“So what can we do that will hurt him?” Jackson asks a question, which turns out to be rhetorical, because he immediately delivers the answer himself, “We thought maybe if we take something away from him that he cherishes.”

“Guys, isn’t that a little…” Jinyoung attempts to speak, but gets talked over.

“So what’s something he couldn’t live without or would agonize over losing? Something among his belongings maybe?” Jackson continues, earning a pissed snort from Jinyoung. The four pairs of pondering eyes all resting on you now tell you that they’re expecting the perfect answer from you. You sink into thought for a second, and as you let your gaze wander the dusty shelves filled with paperbacks and thick volumes on scientific matters, an idea strikes you.

“Books…?” you say. “He has a bunch of foreign language novels that are real hard to get your hands on in Korea.”

“Ohhh!” The guys seem to like your idea. Well, all of them except for one. Because when Youngjae suggests burning them, it’s Jinyoung who slams his hands on the table without thinking this time, but instead of giving in to the coughing fit that’s about to overcome him, he forces his vocal chords to squeeze out one last sentence.

“You can’t burn books, you monsters!” And then he goes, turning away from you others as he coughs his lungs out. You think about his protesting statement, and then suddenly the scene of your ex-boyfriend kissing that girl from astronomy club unfolds in front of your eyes, and for the first time ever since dumping him, it doesn’t mainly cause you to feel sadness. You feel as if someone had lit up a flame inside of you, a contagious, dangerous flame of pure rage.

“You know what,” you suddenly hear yourself saying. “I know exactly which ones he treasures the most, so if we’re gonna burn his books, I’m in.”

“Really…?” Bambam asks with a gaping mouth and wide open eyes.

“So you’ll join us when we break into his house?” Jackson asks and a triumphant grin creeps onto your lips.

“Well… I still didn’t return the key he lent me so… technically we don’t have to break in,” you announce.

“We can just let ourselves in? Just like that?” Youngjae asks, visibly excited about how easily the task suddenly seems accomplished.

“We could make a fire right in his room…” Yugyeom throws in, glaring at the table in front of him just like he did with the poor food back at the restaurant.

“Burning them might be a bit much and could get us caught, but we can certainly rip them apart and leave the remains there,” you suggest, and the others nod, agreeing to your idea. Only Jinyoung, who seems to have recovered by now, puts his hand on your shoulder to make you look up at him.

“I lost you to the idiots…” he mutters, and you shoot him a half-apologetic, half-cheeky grin, as you feel yourself being driven by the fire inside you, that suddenly demands revenge more than anything.

It’s a quiet Wednesday morning. You know that Jihun should be out of the house until sometime in the afternoon according to his weekly schedule that you had pretty much memorized during the time you were dating. You stand in front of the apartment complex he lives in, reminiscing on all the times you’ve been here and your heart grows heavy. Youngjae on your right puts his arm around your shoulders and squeezes you against his own body for a moment, while you sense the overwhelmingly grim presence to your left. You shoot Yugyeom a look, wondering how someone can be so angry over something that wasn’t even done to him. As soon as he notices your eyes resting on his tall figure, his shoulders relax a bit, and he does his best to swallow the anger, instead showing determination on his face.

“Let’s go in?” he asks and you nod, tightening your grip around the key in your hand. You’ve decided it would be better for only you three plus Jackson, who’s standing right behind you, to go in. Seven guys plus one girl storming a flat might be a bit too suspicious, should one of the neighbors happen to see you. Granted, four people is risky as well, but all three of the guys surrounding you insisted on coming with you to get your revenge, and you couldn’t exactly turn down any of them, not Jackson who’s been more passionate about going through with this than anyone, not Youngjae who is probably one of the most protective friends you’ve ever had, and certainly not Yugyeom, who had to watch you date that asshole for months on end and now finally gets to take his frustrations out on him, and for a very good reason at that. Or maybe even him cheating on you isn’t a good enough reason to trespass into his living space and destroy his property, but the fire inside you that is screaming for at least some levels of violence doesn’t care about morals in this case. And so, with hands that could either be shaking from nervousness or from fury, you unlock the front door and lead your friends to the elevator. You press the button that would take you to the 5th floor, and in the corner of your eye you see Youngjae clenching his hand around his phone, while adjusting the volume of the one wireless headphone he’s wearing. In front of the apartment complex, Bambam and Jinyoung are waiting in your car across the street. Youngjae is keeping in contact with them at all times, in case your ex unexpectedly shows up after all, and you guys have to flee and hide. You wonder how Jinyoung let himself be convinced to tag along after declaring your plan as utterly stupid and irresponsible.

“But we are taking responsibility!” Jackson had argued back at him. “For Y/N’s hurt feelings!” Jinyoung had tried to come up with something smart to retort for a second, but then you were able to see him giving up, because he knew better than to fight with someone who wouldn’t listen to him anyway. Maybe they bribed him with some money again to make him come too and take on the role of the driver on this whole mission.

“If this gets out, I’m killing you all, starting with you!” he had said just before the four of you departed across the street, while pointing his index finger right at Jackson.

“Why me?! This was technically not even my idea!” he whined back, to which Jinyoung replied,

“Because you joining in as the oldest who should know better is getting on my nerves the most right now.” The quarrel could’ve gone on like that for hours, but you reminded them that you didn’t have all day to spare, and so you managed to split the two up.

And now you’re here. Standing in front of the door with his name written across it makes the situation all the more real, and once again the mental image of that girl in your ex-boyfriend’s arms is flashing by your inner eye, sending adrenaline through your whole body. And the guys around you too seem to be vibrating with a thirst for action, to which you feel a need to calm them down somewhat. Even though nobody is saying anything at that moment, you put your index finger in front of your lips and shush them once.

“Remember, there is a slim chance he might be home, so I will go in first and once the air’s clear I will signal you to come in too,” you remind them, whispering, before taking a deep breath and turning the key in the lock. You let it rotate once, then a second time, and eventually you put your hand on the door handle. You take another deep breath and suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder for a brief moment.

“We’re right behind you,” Jackson assures, and you nod. Then you press the handle and pray.

When you enter the flat by yourself, the lights are all out. You can see the huge living room windows from the small entrance area. The blinds are half-closed, which usually means that he’s not home. Still, you want to be as sure as you can be, so after reminding yourself not to slip off your shoes per habit, so you can flee as fast as possible just in case, you take a few steps inside, listening carefully for any signs of human life in this flat aside from your own. Your heart is beating fast and hard, to the point you’re sure you can feel the blood pulsating through every single one of your veins. Your senses are heightened and your movements tense, until after a few minutes of you being in here have passed and you’re done checking in most directions by concentrating on your hearing and sight. Only then you finally start feeling a little safer. Eventually you signal for the guys to come in with a movement of your hand, and it takes a mere second until you can hear their footsteps walking up to you. You lead them through the living room and past the open kitchen, and eventually you reach your ex’ room. The door to this room as well is closed, and just to be sure, you put your ear up against the cool white surface once, to check for any noises coming from inside. But nothing. Your heartbeat speeds up one more time as you grip the door handle and eventually open it. As expected, there’s nobody inside. Only a neatly made bed and shelves that cover an entire wall up to the ceiling, inhabiting his most precious possessions - his books, written in all kinds of languages from all over the world. You immediately spot some of the rare volumes. Then, after exchanging nods with the three guys in tow, you reach for them and throw them at your partners in crime to destroy, one after the other.

The first one to start tearing them apart is Youngjae, closely followed by Yugyeom and Jackson, and eventually you too join in on the paper shredding fest, after having tossed enough rare and expensive books on the ground for you all to be busy for a while. You remind yourself again that you mustn’t take too long, so you tear out the pages written in French faster and without thinking. And as the four of you keep repeating that motion, while the floor becomes covered in white paper and black ink letters with the ever continuing tearing sound, the rage inside you just keeps growing and eventually turns into greed. Greed to see more and more paper scraps on the ground, as if the black and white mess beside your feet is all your pain and hurt bleeding out of you. And you keep tearing books down, throwing them on the ground as a whole, or attempting to tear them in half along their back. The realization that you’re too weak to tear a whole paperback apart however, makes you even more furious, and so you go for the whole shelf next, hoping it hasn’t been secured to the wall while pulling on it. Youngjae, who notices what you’re trying to do and reckons it’s too dangerous to tear the whole shelf down, drops the book he’s working on destroying at the moment, and instead rushes over to you.

“Y/N, you can’t!” he warns you, but you don’t listen. Even when he grabs you by the arms and eventually by the waist in an attempt to drag you away from the wall, you use your whole body weight to fight him.

“I will tear it all down! I’ll make that fucker regret what he did to me!” You yell this through tears welling up, and as you start sobbing you fail to notice the sudden change of tone in Youngjae’s voice.

“No, we really have to go, Y/N,” he tries to make you understand, but all you think about is wanting to turn Jihun’s whole room into a disaster, and then maybe the rest of his flat too. Only when Jackson starts tearing at the sweater you’re wearing too and together they manage to force you to let go of the shelf, you realize that you’re in danger. Yugyeom dropped the books as well, and standing at the entrance of your ex’ room, he signals the three of you to follow him quickly with a movement of his hand.

“Jinyoung just told me he’s-” Youngjae attempts to explain as if to urge you on to move, but the next second you already hear his voice.

“Who left my door open?!” Your ex-boyfriend yells into the living room. With your current blurry vision the only thing you see is Yugyeom tensing up severely by the door, but that is honestly all you need to know you’re not imagining things.

“Fuck,” you curse under your breath.

“The fuck are you doing in my flat?!” Jihun yells at Yugyeom, who doesn’t even flinch. The only thing that changes is his glare straight ahead, which is growing darker by every passing second. You know it will happen anytime soon, and just when you leap forward to try to somehow save the day, Yugyeom runs.

“Don’t!” you scream at him, and the echo of your own voice is the last thing you hear before you watch him land a punch right into your ex’ face as if it happened in slow motion. The guy you used to date tumbles back a few steps, but soon towers over the guy who for once isn’t the tallest in the room. A single thought hits you in that moment, and it makes you feel unbelievably guilty for even allowing them all to come here. Maybe you shouldn’t have attempted taking revenge in this way on your hulk of an ex-boyfriend.

“What the fuck were you thinking?!” Yugyeom shrugs at your question, unable to look you in the eyes, and for once - you’re sure of that - it’s not because you’re this close to his face. His face, that has certainly taken more damage from the fight he caused than that of your ex.

“Are you sure your nose isn’t broken?” Jinyoung repeats his question from earlier, crouching down right beside the two of you. The younger guy shakes his head. Still avoiding to face either of the people present, he stares into a corner of your room like a puppy that’s being scolded would.

“I’ll be fine…” he mutters, as if all strength had left him and the anger had been beaten out of him.

“But, man, that sure was cool of you how you just came at this cement block of a dude and wham! Whacked his stupid face!” Youngjae cheers, but when met by two piercing looks coming from you and Jinyoung, he immediately quiets down.

“We should be glad he didn’t report us to the police,” the latter sighs as he gets up. “Maybe you two need some time alone to… discuss this.”

“But we did wrong t-” Jackson is about to protest, but Jinyoung shuts him up with a sharp glare too. “I will take care of you two personally. And Bambam. Where is that guy even?” He leads both Jackson and Youngjae out of the room, and closes the door behind his back. Silence fills the room, and for a while you can only hear your and Yugyeom’s faint breathing.

“Are you gonna look at me now?” you eventually raise your voice, but you do your best not to sound too forceful. You’re granted a fleeting glance by the guy sitting on your floor right in front of you, his back leaned against the frame of your bed, but his eyes immediately return to a corner of your room. You feel like a light blush appeared on his cheeks, but honestly you can’t tell underneath all the scratches and wounds on his face, and also the gigantic bruise on his forehead. You sigh, before reaching out to carefully brush his black hair aside, giving you better sight to the bruise.

“You should get that checked…” you say, examining his forehead thoroughly. “That might’ve given you a mild concussion, you know. Do you feel dizzy? Nauseous? Feel like you need to throw up?” He nods.

“Dizzy…” Yugyeom answers.

“Can you remember everything that happened? ...then again, you might not remember things well because of the adrenaline rush…” you mutter, and you notice him stealing another glance at your face so close to his, until eventually his eyes linger on yours. “What other symptoms are there to a concussion…?” you ponder. Focused on the bruise in his face you fail to realize the way his gaze is slowly wandering from your eyes to your lips. “I should go ask Jinyoung ab-” Just as you attempt to get up, he reaches out and you feel his grip around the wrist of the hand you used to swipe his hair out of the way, while his other hand sneaks to behind your head in one swift motion to pull you down and to close the distance between the two of you. You feel how his lips meet yours in a light but determined kiss, and the faint taste of blood mixes with his soft movements. It lasts for merely a second, but somehow you feel like all air has been sucked out of your lungs when you separate.

“I-” He speaks up but the words get stuck in his throat, as if he was even more surprised by what he just did than you are. However, after staring into each other’s eyes for a little while, his expression changes to a serious one and you can feel him relax in front of you. He still hasn’t let go of your wrist, and with persuasion in his voice, he says, “Don’t get Jinyoung.” The hand behind your neck slides to your cheek now, and before you can give him any kind of answer, he leans in for another kiss. This time it lasts longer, and as your lips melt against each other, you feel something inside you flip a switch, as if a door just opened to feelings that were there all this time, but that you simply never noticed.

“Even though I look like this now,” he says after you have pulled back for air, “I’d do it again for you.”

“Don’t be stupid,” you scold him, and this time it’s you leaving him unable to retort anything by connecting your lips to his again. From the way he holds you close, unwilling to let you slip away from him again, and the way he kisses you hungrily, you can tell just how much he must’ve been longing for this. “I’m sorry,” you whisper into his open mouth. “You were always right here, but still I went out with that jerk…” You clench your teeth at that last word. You can’t even imagine how much you must’ve been hurting Yugyeom all this time that you only had eyes for that asshole, and the realization fills your chest with regret. But Yugyeom just shakes his head, now returning the favour of brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face.

“It’s okay,” he mutters. “It’s really okay. You’re here now. And I’m never letting go of you again ever.” Hearing those words falling from his lips, you feel tingles down your spine, and you give him an honest smile, before being surprised again by him grabbing your other wrist as well and flipping you around, so that you’re now lying stretched out on the floor, with him hovering above you. However, it takes merely a second until his face distorts in pain and he lets out a groan, before he eventually collapses from above you. You too let out a noise as his weight lands on top of you.

“Hey! You’re heavy!” you complain, but only so loudly that the others wouldn’t hear.

“Sorry…” Yugyeom answers through gritted teeth, followed by another pained groan as he tries to shift his body. He’s supporting himself with his arms by your sides as well as he can so that it’s not his full weight squeezing you to death between him and the floor, but even that seems to be painful for him.

“You really got beaten up bad huh,” you remark, and somehow, with a lot of groaning and whining from his side, you eventually manage to help him get up and to take a seat on your bed, before his body finally falls onto your blanket, and he ends up lying on his side.

“Ugh…” he groans again, biting his lower lip in an attempt to distract himself from the hurt all over the rest of his body. You put your head on your pillow right next to him and give him a warm smile.

“You’re gonna be sore for a whole while now…” you remark, and you let your fingers dance up his side mindlessly, until you reach his shoulder, where you rest your hand for a little while. Then you lift it up to place it on his head instead, ruffling through his hair softly. “Don’t do that again, okay? This whole thing was a stupid idea… I should’ve never let this happen.” Now it’s him who smiles at your soothing words, and he raises his own hand to take a hold of yours, moving it from the top of his head to in front of his face. He represses a groan this time, but from the way he scrunches his nose just for the mere bat of an eye you can tell even this motion hurts him somewhere. And then, when he connects his lips to the back of your hand for a lingering, feathery kiss, warmth rushes up your arm and spreads throughout your whole being.

“You really can’t hide anything…” you mutter, and you can’t help but smile.

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