#hajoon

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The congratulatory cake slices you got for Hajoon now set in the fridge. He was slow in replying to your messages which you did understand then but now he has started to become more distant. You picked up your phone and dial his number hoping he would pick up and you could hear his voice.

No answer. You decide to leave a message. "I need your help to fix up a file on my laptop. I miss you." Sent.

Hours went by and there was no sign of Hajoon. You had come home early as you finished your classes. You were studying about unsolved mysteries. A small workshop kind of thing. You are older than Hajoon and somehow every once in a while it made you feel a bit insecure. Sighing you pack up your bag and decide to walk to Hajoon's place.

You knock softly on the window which caught his attention. "Jagi." He says with a soft smile and a hug followed by a forehead kiss. "I um, called you." You say with your hands tucked in your sweater pockets. "Ohh, I misplaced my phone. Sorry." He apologises. You nod as you look around his work space. Fixing up laptops. Bunch of sticky notes here and there. "Why are you here so late?" He asks snapping you out of your thoughts. "I need you to fix a file on my laptop. I have a report due soon." You say. "What are you working on this time?" He asks curiously. "A mystery from your school." You say with excitement. "Girigo?" He asks opening the files you have been working on. "Um, yeah. You heard about it?" You ask as his expression started to look blank. "No." He says with a chuckle. "It's fixed. I'll drop you home." He says getting up.

The walk back to your apartment was mostly quiet. "I'm sorry about your friend." You say a little scared. He stops on his tracks and pulls you into a hug. "It's okay. I know you are feeling scared. Um, you sure you want to be writing about girigo?" He asks but with hesitation. "It's more of a group project so I don't really have a choice. Even if I wanted to." You chuckle. He nods.

"You coming to stay?" You ask as both stood by your apartment building. "Not tonight. I have got some more laptops to fix. Lunch?" He offers to which you nod. "Goodnight." A quick peck on the forehead again.

The next day you stayed hours at the usual spot for lunch waiting for him but he never showed. Packing up the food for takeaway you make your way to your apartment.

"Let's work on the project at your place?" Your classmate Mina texts. "Sure." A simple reply was all you could type.

"I heard that the kid used the app to make a wish. Minsoo told him about the app." Mina tells the group. "Have you guys heard from Dongjae?" Chungmin asks. "No. Not since last evening. He was supposed to give up some info on this." Mina says flipping the pages of her book. You kept on checking your phone every few minutes hoping Hajoon would call or even text but nothing. "Does it really make wishes?" Chungmin asks taking your phone and downloading the app. "Yah! Use your phone." You half shout. "A girl shattered it after giving me her number." He jokes. "Okay, birthday and name. Record the wish."

"I wish this project gets cancelled and I can go for an early vacation." He says goofing around. You just roll your eyes to their childish behaviour.

Later that night as you all sit round tired of working on the project, the professor calls. "Really? We don't have to get this done anymore?" Chungmin asks in excitement. "See guys. The wish came true. Now, let's book my flight." He says with a sigh of relief sitting down. You sit at the edge of the coffee table cleaning out your files on your laptop. Still no sign of Hajoon.

"Ahh, there's something in my eye." Chungmin says itching his eye terribly. "Yah, you are itching too hard. It's turning red now." Mina says trying to stop him. "Aaahhh, who is that?" Chungmin asks terrified. Pointing towards the curtains. You look confused to see nothing but the curtains swaying with the wind. "Chungmin-ah." You say his name softly, slowly walking towards him but a sudden force makes him grab your neck choking you. Mina slams the laptop on his head and calls the medics.

At the hospital you get checked and released along with Mina. "The doctors said he is stable now." She says. "I think I'm going to go to the country side." You say shaking a little. Mina nods her head. You walk the empty hospital hallway trying to find a vending machine but a gush of wind made you smell the perfume of Hajoon. Rushing through the corridor you find him run towards Se-ah. Your heart shattered. He was too busy with something else or someone else. You knew Se-ah and Geon-woo were together in secret. You had seen them in your apartment building. As for you and Hajoon, it was a secret too but maybe it was becoming a non-existing thing.

You make your way through the apartment packing your bag. You were too scared to stay alone and with Hajoon too occupied you rather go stay with his sister. She was the only one you knew. You pick your phone from under the sofa and toss into your bag. What you didn't know was that the timer had started on your phone.

"You can drop me here." You tell the taxi driver with hesitation. "Are you sure?" He questions confused. "Yes." You answer. Once the taxi was far back you make a run through the trees and make it to the door. "Y/n-ah! You are out of breath and and- what happened to you?" Bangwool asks as he greets you by the door.

"Get some rest. I have to go help Haetsal." He says helping you inside. "Everything okay with Hajoon?" He asks. "Huh, yeah. Yeah. All good." You lie. He knew it was a lie. Hajoon was coming to the place with Se-ah in a few minutes. He looks at you sadly but leaves to help his partner.

You doze off and awakes to some screams outside. As you walk out you find Se-ah on Hajoon's back helping her move to the house. "Y/n... I...." he was surprised and lost for words to give you an explanation. "Oppa, let's go make the yummy soup." You tell Bangwool, ignoring Hajoon. You smile but it wasn’t hiding the pain you were feeling.

"You know, he did mention about you before. He really liked you and asked me what to do. A very happy brother-in-law moment it was." Bangwool says stirring the soup pot. "I doubt it now." You say sadly. "No, he still likes you. He's just caught up with some things his friends got up to." He says trying to comfort you. "Can I take my soup to the room?" You asks cracking in your voice. "Yes, yes you can. It's your home too, you know." He says assuring you. You smile in response.

You put the bowl of soup on the small table and pick up your phone to find a timer on it. "Huh?" You thought.

"Ouch!" You hear Hajoon wince outside your door. You walk towards it to find Bangwool showing him a paper he had found. "I was preparing just in case." Hajoon says looking down at his brother-in-law. As he did he saw you by the door and start to walk towards you.

"Jagi, I-" he begins to speak but you shake your head. His eyes grew wide finding the bruise on your neck. "Wha- what happened?" He asks rushing close to you. Examining you suddenly all worried. You step back and let the tears roll down your cheeks. The tears that you had tried so hard to hold back but seeing him it was flowing down. "No," you try to speak but shakes your head instead. "I'm sorry. I have been too caught up with that app stuff." He starts to explain himself but stops as he sees your phone light up with the timer. "No. No. No. Did you make a wish?" He asks grabbing the phone and looking at it. "Did you make a wish!??" He asks raising his voice. "No." You reply. "Then why does your phone have a timer on?" He asks. You start to join the dots and realise it's the timer for Chungmin. You start to cry more terrified. "Jagi, I need you to tell me." He says holding you by the shoulders from you falling down but you remove his hold on you.

"It's Chungmin. He made the wish on my phone and he went all crazy. I called and called and called you but you were too busy for someone else. I saw you at the hospital. I didn't have a choice so I came here. I'm terrified." You say with your voice breaking. "Jagi, I love you." He says looking into your eyes.

"Brother-in-law!"

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PLOT: your best friend since childhood, would it mess up your relationship if you were to confess?

WORD COUNT: 1.4K

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You felt so wrong. So messed up.

Everyone had warned you. They said having a guy best friend for so long would only end one way—you’d catch feelings for him. But you never believed it. You were married, after all. To the love of your life. Or so you thought.

He did everything for you. Everything to make you happy. You needed him, and he gave you that, without hesitation. But then one night, everything fell apart.

Your phone rang. It was Junho. In the middle of the night. Your eyes were heavy, but you picked up anyway, trying to keep quiet so you didn’t wake your husband.

“Hello? Junho, why are you calling me this late?” You rubbed your eyes, your voice thick with sleep. But on the other side, there was only quiet—then sniffles.

“Hey... Junho, what’s wrong? Are you okay? Do you want me to come to you?” Your voice shot up, the panic creeping in. Something wasn’t right.

“I... I need you. I don’t know what to do...” Junho’s voice was shaky, like he was breaking.

[Trauma]

August 28, 9 p.m. PT / August 29, 1 p.m. KST

personagens: ryu su-yeol/k x fem!leitor

sinopse: após uma noite caótica orquestrada por K, suyeol acorda num quarto barato ao lado da policial que mais odeia.

gênero: comédia / enemies-to-lovers

palavras: 1000+

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suyeol abriu lentamente os olhos, a claridade da manhã penetrando através das cortinas entreabertas. uma dor de cabeça pulsava ferozmente em suas têmporas enquanto ele levava uma das mãos à testa, tentando lembrar o que havia acontecido na noite anterior. tudo estava borrado, uma confusão de luzes, risadas e a voz familiar e irritante de K ecoando em sua mente.

— “ah, inferno... K, o que você aprontou dessa vez?” resmungou, esfregando os olhos e se sentando lentamente na cama. ele pisca devagar, sentindo o cheiro estranho de perfume floral misturado a... álcool? suor? uma mistura que sugere que a noite anterior foi, no mínimo, problemática. 

foi então que ele percebeu: o ambiente não era o seu quarto. alarmado, suyeol virou-se rapidamente, congelando imediatamente ao ver quem estava dormindo pacificamente ao seu lado.

ali, deitada com as costas expostas sob o lençol embolado, está ninguém menos que você, a policial da divisão de narcóticos que ele detesta com fervor... e que o detesta com ainda mais intensidade. a mulher que o acusou de ser corrupto, que jogou café no terno dele em plena delegacia. "ah não... ela não" pensou, engolindo seco. a mulher que, há apenas três dias, jurou que quebraria os dentes dele se ele a chamasse de "princesa da lei" mais uma vez. sua adversária constante, aquela que sempre insistia em desafiá-lo, estava ali, dormindo tranquilamente, cabelos bagunçados e o rosto sereno demais para alguém que passava metade do tempo tirando sua paciência.

— “não. não. NÃO!” ele balbucia, quase tropeçando nos próprios pés ao se arrastar para fora da cama, cobrindo suas vergonhas com um dos lençois da cama. – “K!” suyeol sussurra em tom ameaçador, tentando não acordar você. — “o que diabos você fez comigo?”.

e antes mesmo que ele possa considerar fugir, se jogar pela janela ou simplesmente implodir de vergonha, a porta do banheiro se abre com um rangido preguiçoso… e lá está ele. K. a desgraça em forma humana.

— “bom dia, raio de sol~” — K canta com um sorriso largo, encostado no batente da porta, usando apenas uma toalha frouxamente amarrada na cintura e com os cabelos molhados escorrendo pingos no peito nu, parecendo perigosamente satisfeito com a própria existência, sorrindo de forma insolente.

suyeol apertou os olhos como se a cena diante dele fosse um delírio febril causado por intoxicação alcoólica, ou talvez por puro azar cósmico. ele virou o rosto devagar para K, o olhar carregado de promessas silenciosas de homicídio.

— “você... não. você não fez isso. diga que não fez isso…” sussurrou entre os dentes, os olhos arregalados, gesticulando freneticamente na direção da cama. — “por tudo que é mais sagrado, K, me diz que a gente não… que eu não… com ELA?! logo ELA?!” ele engole seco, tentando procurar as palavras certas. — “o que você fez?!” suyeol grita — literalmente grita — para o nada.

— “eu? eu só libertei seus desejos reprimidos. você devia me agradecer, cara. ela é linda, inteligente, te desafia... vocês dois estavam quase se comendo vivos há meses. eu só tirei o ‘quase’ da equação.“ K divaga despreocupado enquanto suyeol enfia as mãos nos cabelos, tentando processar enquanto caminha pelo quarto — que claramente é um hotel barato. 

— “meu deus. eu dormi com ela?” suyeol murmura, sentindo o gosto do álcool ainda na língua. 

— “não sei se posso chamar aquilo de dormir, heh... mas foi memorável.” K responde, sem nenhum pingo de arrependimento.

— “CALA A BOCA!” suyeol grita, atirando em K uma das peças de roupas que estavam jogadas no chão.

— “tá gritando por quê? acordar a bela adormecida não vai apagar as marcas que você deixou no pescoço dela, não…” K argumenta com um sorriso cínico enquanto desvia de suyeol.

ele olha para você. por um segundo, a adrenalina é engolida por outra coisa: um leve tremor de... nervosismo? curiosidade? parecendo tão tranquila dormindo. nada a ver com a mulher que o ameaçou com um taser uma vez só porque ele entrou na sua sala sem bater.

mas então você se mexe. geme baixo. vira de lado. 

— “merda, merda, merda…” suyeol tropeça até o banheiro, agarrando K pelo braço e o puxando junto, esquecendo por um momento que apenas ele o via.

— “eu vou morrer… ela vai me matar com as próprias mãos.” ele tropeça até o banheiro, se apoiando na pia. encarando o próprio reflexo, suyeol tenta respira fundo.

— “ou…” K sorri, teatral. — “ela pode querer repetir a dose. vocês estavam bem sincronizados, se é que me entende…” ele sussurra para suyeol, aparecendo atrás dele no espelho, com aquele ar debochado dele. antes que suyeol consiga responder (ou socar o próprio reflexo), a porta do banheiro se abre. você está ali. cabelo bagunçado, a camisa branca dele, agora cobrindo seu corpo antes nu, olhos semicerrados. e uma expressão que passa lentamente da confusão... para o horror... e então para o mais puro ódio assassino.

— “você.” silêncio mortal. até K engole seco. suyeol levanta as mãos como se estivesse diante de um criminoso armado. — “eu posso explicar!” ele tropeça nas palavras. — “NÃO. DIGA. UMA. PALAVRA.” você passa por ele, indo até a pia para jogar um pouco de água sobre os olhos. você ergue lentamente o rosto, encarando suyeol através do reflexo com olhos inflamados de fúria. 

– “olha, eu posso explicar…” ele começa, mas você se vira abruptamente, segurando uma escova de cabelo prestes a jogar nele. seus olhos desviam por um momento para a figura nu dele, coberta apenas pelo lençol branco. suas bochechas avermelhando-se rapidamente.

— “isso não aconteceu. eu vou apagar da minha memória. e se você ousar abrir a boca sobre isso pra qualquer pessoa, eu juro que te coloco na lista de desaparecidos…“ você diz, enquanto pega suas coisas do chão, dando um último olhar de cima a baixo no corpo dele e saindo enquanto bate a porta.

o silêncio retorna. suyeol cai sentado na cama, ainda atordoado. K surge ao lado dele, rindo de novo. — “você sabe... ela gosta de você, só que odeia admitir. e você... é um desastre ambulante, mas bem charmoso às vezes. talvez isso não tenha sido um erro…”

— “vai embora. some da minha cabeça.”