#innerkonics

You pressed the button to the buildings main elevator and waited patiently as you heard the faint buzz of the contraction working. It was late, past midnight, and there was virtually no one around apart from a few cleaners here and there. You had decided to come to the YG building to see your boyfriend - Kim Hanbin - who had been working so hard recently. You texted him a few hours ago asking him how he is and if he had eaten and he still hadn’t read it. You spent the time that you should have been finishing off your own work worrying about him and his wellbeing. Hanbin has this habit of over working himself when he feels stressed. He doesn’t sleep, eat, or even talk to anyone until all his work is done. He just shuts everything and everyone out, and even though you’ve never brought it up to him; it hurts. You know that it isn’t his fault, and just a coping mechanism but him not talking to you as if you are just as important to him as everyone else hurts. The elevator finally arrives, opening its doors slowly - as if a warning not to proceed. You step in and balance the pile of containers filled with food on one arm so you can press the button to the third floor which is where Hanbin’s go-to studio is located. You’ve been there so many times that you know how to get there exactly. Third floor, a left and then another and then it’s the third door on the right. You were bringing him food, knowing that he wouldn’t have eaten and just wanting to see him and cuddle him to let him know that you’re always thinking of him. You just wanted to tell him that all his hard work would pay off and maybe he should take a small break and sleep for heaven’s sake. You knew that he wouldn’t listen but at least you would be able to force him to eat. 

You walk out of the elevator, humming some song that had been stuck in your head for the past few days and instead of trying to get it out you just stuck with it figuring that it would go on its own, but obviously that hadn’t happened. As you got closer and closer to Hanbin’s studio you felt more and more excited to just hug him and kiss him and hear his voice. It felt as if it had been a whole lifetime since you had last seen him. You reached the door and didn’t bother to knock since you never do. You edge the door open slowly, it’s half way open and all feelings of excitement leave your body and is replaced with something else. A feeling that is indescribable. Was it sadness? Anger? Betrayal?  You stared at the sight in front of you, your mouth open and your eyes not blinking. You couldn’t speak. You watched as Hanbin had his lips on another girl, kissing her passionately just like the way he kissed you. Her top was off, revealing her black bra and smooth skin which he was running his hands up and down, caressing just like he did to you. His own top was off also and she had one hand in his hair while the other was resting on his chest. You just watched him kiss her. Suddenly your arms gave in and the containers of food that you had been trying so hard to not drop, and had taken you so long to prepare for the boy you loved and whom you thought loved you back, toppled to the ground with a crash, its contents spilling everywhere - a bit of it even ending up on the cuffs of your jeans. You watched as their lips parted and they both noticed you. The girl had a startled and confused expression on her face, she grabbed her top and used it to cover her bare chest. Hanbin however, had an expression of complete shock and horror. You were stuck there. You couldn’t move. You stared at him, you noticed his mouth move but no words came out. Your heart felt as if it was being used as a punching bag and you noticed how its rate had increased. The building which felt slightly chilly a few seconds ago, had suddenly become unbearable hot. Coming to your senses you turned and walked as quick as you could in the direction of the nearest exit. You couldn’t believe what you just saw. You shook your head, trying to get a grasp of it all. And then you heard his voice and all the pieces of the puzzle fit together. 

“Y/n! Y/n wait.” He was running behind you, you could hear his footsteps. You didn’t even notice how fast you were walking until you stopped. You couldn’t breathe. It was too hot. He stopped also when he saw how abruptly you had stopped. He watched from behind as you just stood there, not doing anything. And then it hit you. You crouched down and began sobbing into your hands out of nowhere. You didn’t even have the dignity left to do it quietly. You sobbed in the middle of the corridor loudly with no shame. He still stood there and watched. You couldn’t stop. You loved him. You love him. All you did was think of him. Even when you had work to do, you thought of him. And what was he doing while you were thinking of him? What was he doing while you were texting him and calling him and making him food? Cheating on you. You felt a hand on your shoulder and then the sobbing stopped. Feelings of anger overtook your feelings of sadness and stupidity you immediately rose and turned around to face, wiping you tears. Your face was flushed but you stood there and stared him right in the eye. “Y/n I...” he began but you didn’t want to hear it. Before you even knew what you were doing your hand clashed with his left cheek, making a loud and echoing clapping sound. His face jerked to the side revealing the red mark your slap had left behind. 

“Fuck you.” You stated, your voice a bit shaky but filled with no remorse nonetheless. He turned to face you, his face contorted with guilt. His eyes were watering also, maybe because of the slap or maybe because he felt guilty. Or because he loved you too. 

“I’m sorry” he almost whispered. You didn’t reply. You felt the waterworks coming again, and they did. You started to cry bending your head instinctively. Tears ran down your face as you couldn’t help but remember every single second of what you had just witnessed. He pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around you. You pushed him away from you harshly, you rose your finger, pointing it directly in his face, 

“don’t you dare. Don’t you dare touch me.”

“Y/n, I...”

“I don’t care, don’t speak to me. I hate you. I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING! I HATE YOU SO MUCH! I HATE YOU!” You practically screamed. It literally felt as someone was tearing you heart from your chest as you screamed. The sobbing didn’t stop. Hanbin watched you, finding it hard to prevent his own tears from falling. How could he be so stupid. He pulled you again, and you responded the same, but this time he didn’t give up. He grabbed your wrists to prevent you from fighting back and pushed you against the wall so that you were forced to look at him. He had frantically put his top on before coming to chase after you. He stared down into your eyes and you glared at him, unable to stop the tears. He looked away from you briefly, his hands still on your wrists. He looked back, 

“Y/n I’m sorry. I know that you don’t believe me but... I am. I don’t know what I was doing. That girl... I don’t even like her, I barely even know her! Please forgive me baby. I’m sorry. I love you. More than anything... I’m sorry.” He started to cry mid-way through his explanation and in contrast you stopped. You watched silently as tears streamed down his face. Was this supposed to make you feel sorry for him?

“You don’t betray someone you love. Especially with someone you don’t even like.” You spat out, taking in his pathetic explanation which made you even more angry. “Now get off me.” You ordered but he just stared at you. 

“But baby-” 

“Hanbin get off me.” His name tasted sour in your mouth. He didn’t budge and you didn’t fight it. You felt weak with his hands on you, like you had no power. You were fully aware of the emotional power he has over you, but you also knew that you would not give in. No matter what he does in this moment. It’s over. Hanbin crashed his lips onto yours, as if he could read your mind. He knew it was over too, but he didn’t want that. He loved you. He wasn’t lying all those times when he would whisper that he loved you over and over again. His lips felt weird on yours, not like they usually do. Like they didn’t fit anymore. You didn’t kiss him back. You tried to wriggle your wrists out of his grasp, but that only made him hold them tighter. You pulled your head away from his, the back of it almost hitting the wall. “Get the fuck off me! I said don’t touch me!” You shouted at him, fighting more and more. 

“Y/N! I SAID I LOVE YOU! I’M SORRY!”

“I DON’T FUCKING CARE NOW GET OFF!” You were crying again now, frustrated that you couldn’t get him off you. He let go of your wrists, but quickly wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you close and crying into your neck. 

“I’m sorry! Please baby I’m sorry!” He sobbed, squeezing you tightly knowing that if he ever let’s go you’ll be gone forever. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” he whined into your neck loudly like a prayer. You stood frozen in his arms as he sobbed into your neck. He was pathetic. The sorry’s got quieter but they didn’t stop. You couldn’t feel sorry for him. All you felt was disgust and heartbreak. He had broken your heart just like that. You stared at the white wall as your former boyfriend still continued to whimper and hold you as if he was a child. You thought of all the amazing times you and Hanbin had together and how you had thought that you guys would be together forever. You remembered the first time he told you that he loved you. You remembered your birthday, when you bought you that necklace that you were too afraid to wear in case you lost it or broke it since it’s so expensive. You thought of your first date and how he instantly charmed you. But the most reoccurring thought in your head was how he kissed you. How his soft lips usually felt on yours. How a simple kiss could just turn your whole day around. How you usually melted in his arms and couldn’t even be angry when he touched you. How crying and hugging you only made you want to take him home and put him into bed. But not this time. 

“Why?” You whispered, silent tears falling from your eyes as he clung to your unresponsive body. His soft crying died down. 

“Because I... I was lonely. I missed you.” You felt his lips brush against your neck as he spoke. Unlike everything else, that still made you weak. But you would not give in. 

“Why didn’t you call me?” Your voice was emotionless. He didn’t reply for a while. 

“I don’t know.” Is all he could say. Of course he didn’t know. He’s an idiot, that’s why he didn’t call you. His hands moved to the sides of your arms and he rose to look at you. “I don’t know baby but I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you. I love you. I love you so much. And I can’t believe that I would do something so stupid. You’re my whole world and I can’t lose you. I won’t lose you. I can get my things and we can go wherever and we can sort this out...” you began shaking your head as your tears fell and another sob threatened to overtake your body. You looked at him while you sobbed, overtaken by feelings of sentiment. “We can. We can fix this. I know we can.” Your head continued to shake, telling him no. Tears fell from his eyes more. “Baby please! We can! Just let me fix this! Let me! I can!”

“You can’t” you whispered. “You can’t fix this Hanbin. We can’t fix this. I can’t do this. I can’t forgive you.”

“Baby please. Please. Please!” He shook you, trying to make you understand. You shook your head. 

“I can’t” you could barely speak. 

“But I love you.” That’s what broke you. At the end that’s all love is. A word. A word that he’s said thousands of times. A word that means so much. Elicits so many indescribable feelings. 

“I love you too. But soon I won’t. Soon I’ll forget about you and move on and find someone else. Someone who appreciates all I do for them. Someone who thinks more of that word than you do.” You stabbed him in the heart as you spoke. You could see the pain in his eyes but you couldn’t stop yourself; and to be quite frank, you didn’t care. You dug the knife deep, directly into his heart. And you left a scar that will be there forever. A scar, nowhere as big as the one he left you. You pushed him off you lightly and wiped your tears as he watched you. “Don’t call me or text me. Because I won’t reply. Don’t come looking for me because you won’t find me and if you do I’ll act as if I don’t know you. Because I don’t. I love you Hanbin. But I hate you more. And that will never change.” You looked at him one last time as his tears still hadn’t stopped. He was longing to hug you, to kiss you, to beg you to stay. But he knew that there was no point. He couldn’t do anything to stop this now. It was over and he knew it. 

He watched you turn and walk away. He fell onto the ground once you were no longer in sight and he just sat there, staring down the end of the corridor. He didn’t move when he heard the ding of the elevator and the doors open. He didn’t move when he heard the doors close and it descend downwards. He didn’t even move when that girl walked quickly past him silently. He didn’t move. But you did. You walked straight out of there with your head held high. You walked out and didn’t look back. Because you don’t need someone like him. And you will find someone who will treat you right and love you with all your heart, just the way that you loved Hanbin. Because that is what you deserve.  

This was easy because I’m a firm believer that men are trash.  But in all seriousness, writing this was easy but it broke my heart. I love this goof and he’s just a sweetie-pie. If this ever happens he’ll definitely write a heartbreaking song about it. And he’ll text and call you so block him!

Hopefully Hanbin would never do this to his girlfriend because he seems like such an angel and I really do love him. The last paragraph was just me reaching out to all those people who have ever been cheated on or treated like shit by their partner. Keep your head up, you’ll find someone who knows what you’re worth. 

You stumbled as you neared a park bench, desperate to sit down. Your hands landed on the cold, wet wood. You slumped down on the soaked wood, not caring about the fact when you stand up they’ll probably be a wet patch on your butt. It’s not raining much anymore, only drizzling. You sigh and silently thank God that it’s so late at night (or early in the morning, you had no idea what time it was) and so dark so no one would recognise you. It did make it scarier though, you knew that you couldn’t stay here for long. You left the club you were at around 15 minutes ago, searching for your friends whom you had somehow lost in a crowd and were not answering your calls. You figured that they had come outside, maybe looking for you too, but now you had realised that they had probably just left you. Your phone began to vibrate in your bag, snapping you out of the drunken daze you were in, trying to figure out what to do and how to get home. You emptied the contents of your bag onto the bench, some of the items falling between the gaps and landing on the floor. Not that you cared. It was the leader of your group calling, probably wondering where you were and why you weren’t home. You let out a heavy sigh and waited for it to stop ringing. There was no way you were answering that call, she’d kill you and question you every time you tried to leave the house. When the vibrating stopped, your lock screen notified you that you had 5 missed calls from your boyfriend and a few text messages, him asking you where you are and why you aren’t answering your phone. Your boyfriend - Song Mino - would kill you if he knew where you were. He would be so angry, and you really didn’t need someone who was going to shout at you right now. You swore and put your head in your hands. There was literally no one you could call; you had no idea what to do. Your phone buzzed;

Seungyoon: Mino is stressing out. Are you ignoring him? Where are you?

As if he was a psychic angel, Seungyoon immediately became your saviour. You hurriedly unlocked your phone and began to text him.

You: I’m drunk. Don’t tell Mino. Can you come and get me?

Seungyoon: Where are you?

You: I don’t know

Your phone began to ring and you answered it immediately when you saw his caller ID.

“Y/N-ah. Are you okay?” He spoke in a low whisper, not wanting Mino to hear him talking to you.

“Yes...I’m...in this park.” You stumbled on your words but managed to get them out so that they were understandable.

“Which park? Isn’t there a sign that says the name? Can you see any landmarks?” His voice was calm and soothing. You shook your head,

“It’s just dark. And there are loads of trees. And a stream. And grass.” Seungyoon sighed at your extremely basic description of the park that you were in. You could be anywhere in Seoul.

“What’s the name of the club that you were at?” You gave him the name, after a while of thinking.

“Okay, I think I know where you are. Don’t move, okay?” You nodded, “Y/N. Can you hear me? I said don’t move.”

“Okay, hurry up, I’m sleepy.”

“Don’t fall asleep! I’m on my way. Don’t hang u-” You hung up the phone before he could finish hi sentence.

It felt as if it was getting colder by the second, you could feel goosebumps travelling up your arms. You had just been sitting there, trying to keep awake for what felt like hours. You shuffled on the bench and pulled down your dress, which had managed to creep up your legs. Where the hell are you Seungyoon, you mentally asked yourself. As if on cue, you spotted a tall figure coming towards you in the distance.

“Seungyoon?” You called out, the figure continued towards you so you were almost sure that it must be him. Who else would be out at this time of the night? The guy was in front of you in seconds and took a seat beside you on the bench.

“Hello” the man’s voice was unfamiliar, definitely not Seungyoon’s.

“W-who...are you?” You scooted away from him, he had sat way too close to you.

“Who are you?” He repeated your question, he didn’t sound drunk. “Why are you out here by yourself. At this time?” He asked, once you didn’t respond. He chuckled. “Do you want me to take you home?” You shook your head,

“no, my friend is coming to get me.”

“You mean, like...your boyfriend?” You shook your head again,

“No. Just a friend. Can you go away now?”

“Do you have a boyfriend?” The guy continued, moving closer to you, ignoring your request.

“Ye-yes I do. Now...please leave me alone.” He placed his cold hand on your trembling leg. You had no idea that you were practically shaking with fear until you felt his rough hand slide up your thigh and his low disgusting whisper,

“where is he?”. You gulped and swatted his hand away, only for him to place his hand back and grip your thigh this time.

“Get off me.”

“What am I doing?” He questioned innocently, his face uncomfortably close to yours. Your heart rate had increased, your heart beat was probably loud enough for him to here. You felt your palms get sweaty and you couldn’t speak. You pushed him off of you, using all the strength that you could muster. “Woah, chill I was just joking.” The guy laughed, as you quickly got up and began to back away from him. “Hey where are you going? I thought we were having fun?” He began to walk towards you. You screamed and ran away from him, leaving all your things behind. You didn’t stop, or look back, in fear that he was following you. Your body collided with someone else’s and you landed awkwardly on your hands and knees as you tried to turn around, suspecting that it was the guy.

“Go away, go away. Please don’t hurt me!” You sobbed loudly, as you felt a hand on your shoulder and didn’t dare move a muscle.

“Y/N! It’s Seungyoon! What’s going on?” You gasped and turned your head.

“Seungyoon? Is it really you?” You squinted through the tears so you could make out his face. It turns out it was him, covered up well with a cap and mask.

“Yeah it’s me, are you okay? Why were you running?” He helped you up and you instantly pulled him in for a hug, needing comfort. “Wha-” he began, but then noticed that you were still crying so obliged.

“S-some guy was...” you began but couldn’t finish as you continued to cry.

“Which guy? Where? Did he hurt you?” Seungyoon became extremely serious and pulled away from you, looking for signs of an injury on your face and legs. He stopped when he saw that one of your knees were bleeding. “Mino is going to kill me” he mumbled under his breath.

“You didn’t tell him, did you?” You asked quickly, you had sobered up a little due to that terrifying encounter. Seungyoon shook his head,

“no. But how are you going to explain this? And where am I supposed to take you? I’m guessing that you called me because you don’t want to go home.” You nodded,

“I don’t know. I’ll figure it out in the morning. For now, I just really want to go to sleep.”

You ended up falling asleep in the car on the drive back to Winner’s dorm, you don’t know how you ended up there, but you woke up in Mino’s bed. The results of drinking so much last night hit you as soon as you opened your eyes. Your head felt as if someone was slapping you repeatedly with no gaps in-between. You groaned and placed a hand on it. Why the hell did you drink so much? You saw that it was light out, but the curtains hadn’t been drawn. Mino probably didn’t want to wake you. “Oh my God” you muttered under your breath as you remembered whose bed you were in. Mino must have carried you from the car to his room last night. Which meant that he knew that you were drunk, and that you got help from Seungyoon and not him. He was going to kill you. Just as you had feared. Memories of last night flooded in, from that wet bench to the scary perv who kept on touching you. You found yourself trying to think of ways to possibly avoid Mino. Maybe he had gone out, to work on something maybe...? You knew that there was no way that Mino would leave you alone at a time like this. He was probably just waiting for you to wake up so he could scream at you. You knew that a huge fight was lingering and there was no avoiding it.

A sickening feeling in your gut put all of those thoughts aside. You were going to throw up, any second now. You flung the covers of off your body and swayed a bit as you stood up a bit too quickly, but managed to remain balanced. You rushed through the hallway and into the bathroom, kneeling beside the toilet and instantly spilling whatever was in your body out into it, accompanied with that dreadful retching sound. Mino was in the bathroom beside you in seconds, putting his anger aside and holding your hair back while rubbing your back. He hated the fact that he felt sympathetic towards you, even though you were getting exactly what you deserved for drinking so much. You rested your cheek on the cold surface once you were certain that the vomiting had stopped. Mino let your hair rest on your back as you caught your breath.

“Are you okay?” His voice was flat and blunt, his tone suggesting that he didn’t really care whether you were okay but the fact that he put his pride aside to ask you showed you that he did. You nodded,

“yeah, I’m good” you muttered, loud enough for him to here.

“Hurry up and get cleaned up, we need to talk.”

“About what?” You silently hoped that he wasn’t bothered abut last night’s antics, but of course you were being delusional.

“You know what.” He replied before leaving and closing the door behind him.

You lingered in Mino’s room for a bit after you had put on a random top of his that you found and some shorts that you had left in his closet for an emergency just like this one. You sighed and figured that you had kept him waiting long enough, creaking the door open and making your way to the kitchen. It was empty. You got yourself a glass of water and some headache tablets, taking two to get rid of your terrible headache. You heard a door shut and saw Mino walk into the living room. He turned his head to the side and noticed you, you immediately diverted your eyes and occupied yourself with getting more water. A few silent, awkward, minutes past before Mino finally said something. You were slightly upset that the whole dorm was empty, now he had room to shout at you as he pleased.

“What were you thinking?” He asked lowly, and surprisingly calmly. You looked up at him, he was sitting on the other side of the island, watching you attentively. You bit the inside of your lip and shrugged.

“I got carried away” you admitted, feeling like a child getting scolded by one of her parents.

“Yeah you did. And where did your friends go?” You shrugged again, having no idea where your friends even were, having lost your phone last night there was no way that you could have contacted them. “Which friends were they? Why do you hang out with people like that?” You shrugged again, not knowing how to answer.

“What’s with all the shrugging? You don’t remember who you were with?” He rose his eyebrow slightly, becoming visibly annoyed with your silence.

“Can we just stop this. I know what I did was silly.” You tucked your hair behind you ear, knowing that Mino would not drop this.

“No, y/n we can’t. Because you weren’t just being silly, you were being fucking stupid. Do you have any idea what could have happened to you? What would you have done if someone...?”

“Stop, I don’t want to talk about this.” You were getting hot and worked up, the memories of that creep coming back and the thought that he could have done something terrible to you.

“Well we need to. That was so dangerous and irresponsible of you. What would I have done? What would you have done if some guy found you and...”

“I said stop!” You almost shouted, your voice trembling slightly. Tears began to stream down your face and you quickly wiped them, not wanting to seem weak for crying.

“Why are you crying?” His voice was still annoyed.

“Because...I don’t know why you keep on going on about what could have happened when it didn’t happen. That guy… nothing happened. I ran away.”

“…Which guy?” Mino’s voice became more serious, and you felt his ears burning holes into your skin. “Y/n, I said which guy?” He rose his voice slightly once you didn’t answer. Seungyoon must have not told him, and now you had stupidly blurted it out.

“There was just this random guy. It’s fine, he didn’t hurt me or anything, I was just scared.”

“Why were you scared?” You didn’t reply and you could sense him losing is patience with you. “Is that how you hurt your leg?”

“No, I was running and bumped into Seungyoon and fell. It’s fine.” You answered as you looked down at your knee which you had put another plaster on, replacing the one that, supposedly, Mino put on for you.

“You were running away from him? Did he touch you?” You looked away from Mino and shrugged again, not wanting to talk about it. He suppressed his frustration with a sigh and let you have your way, swearing to himself that he’d bring the topic of this random guy back up some other time. There was silence for a while. Mino had stopped looking at you and was now drawing patterns with his finger on the table.

“Are you still angry?” You asked quietly.

“I’m more than angry y/n. I’m furious.” He stated lowly, still not being able to look at you.

“Why? I’m fine aren’t I? There’s no reason to...”

“And what if you weren’t fine?”

“But I am.”

“But what if you weren’t? What would have happened then? What would have happened if Yoon couldn’t find you. What if he did find you and you were...”

“Don’t say things like that.” You stopped him, knowing exactly what he was going to say.

“I feel like you don’t understand what happened last night y/n. And what could have happened. You act like such a fucking idiot and I’m tired of always having to look after you and keep you out of trouble.” Your mouth hung slightly agape when that last part hit you,

“what’s that supposed to mean Mino?” you almost choked on your words. He shrugged. “You’re being so ridiculous right now. I get that you’re mad and what I did yesterday was stupid and careless. But I’m not a child, and I don’t need you or anyone else to look after me or keep me out of trouble.”

“Are you sure about that? Not even Seungyoon? It seems like you needed him last night.” His eyes snapped back up to glare at you, looking even more angry than before. You took a deep breath,

“I didn’t call you because I knew that you’d be angry and nag me and treat me like a child, just like you are now. And Yoonie doesn’t do that.”

“If you don’t want to get treated like a child then don’t act like one. Maybe you should date Yoonie instead then, I’m sure he’ll take care of you really well.”

“I don’t need anyone to take care of me.”

“Why are you still here then? Go home.”

“What?”

“I didn’t bring you here. If you don’t need anything from me then go home.”

“Are you really kicking me out? Really? Have we reached this level of childishness?”

“You’re the only childish one here y/n.” You couldn’t believe it. You have known Mino for ages, and have been with him for more than a year and this is the first time that he’s ever told you to leave. And no matter how hard you tried to hide it, you knew - and he knew - that it hurt.

“Fuck you Song Mino” is all you could think of saying, looking at him one last time before storming past him - towards the door. He caught your wrist, just as your body passed his, making you stop. He was about to speak but you didn’t want to hear it. You felt humiliated enough already. You snatched your wrist away from his grasp, “and don’t call me. Ever.” You marched over to the door, took your heels in your hand and slammed the door shut on the way out.

You didn’t even feel like crying. Your head hurt and you were absolutely livid. And on the other side of the door was Mino, feeling a similar way, with his head in his hands. He felt so stupid for the way he handled that situation but just like everyone else - he doesn’t think when he’s angry.

“Y/n’s coming over?” Jiwon’s eyes widened when he overheard the boys talking about you casually as he entered the living room. Hanbin replied with only a smirk, considering that the question was directed at him. 

“Why? Do you want her to come over?” Jinhwan asked, acting genuinely unaware but knowing the answer. Everyone knew the answer. Even you knew the answer and you weren’t even present. Jiwon shrugged, 

“yeah I guess.” He mumbled. Donghyuk let out a laugh along with Chanwoo, 

“it’s so obvious that you like her! I’m sure even she knows it.” Donghyuk laughed, saying what everyone was thinking. 

“Just ask her out already” Junhoe spoke up in a bit of annoyed tone, being impatient with Jiwon’s inability to just do it. Jiwon had been contemplating about finally asking you out on a date for a few weeks now. Every time he got close to trying, he just couldn’t bring himself too. Jiwon is usually quite confident with girls, at least when he knows that the girl likes him back. You make it pretty clear that you like him back, the next step would be you having to literally shout in his face that you like him and think he’s cute. He has a feeling that you might like him but there’s something different about you to him. You have this presence that makes him feel different, weaker. It doesn’t feel good, but it doesn’t feel bad either. When you’re not around he’s bored and thinking about when he can see you again; and when you are around he’s nervous and wondering how and when he is finally going to work up the courage to ask you out and what you would say. 

“Yeah just do it. It’s not like she’ll say no. Well she might...but what are the chances?” Yunhyeong said once Jiwon didn’t reply, being too caught up in his thoughts, earning an amused snicker from the other members. Jiwon rolled his eyes at their inability to be serious for more than two minutes. 

“Yeah I want to...but I just can’t. It’s weird. I don’t want to talk about it.” He admitted, slumping himself down on the couch. 

“Well if you don’t ask her out today, we’ve all agreed that we’re telling her that you really like her and want to take her out on a date.” Chanwoo smiled sweetly. Jiwon’s body automatically sat up straight, startled at the maknae’s words. 

“You wouldn’t.” He snarled, 

“we would. And we will.” Chanwoo smiled again before getting up to leave the room before he was attacked. Jiwon looked around the room and all the boys looked at him with smiling faces, confirming that what Chanwoo said was indeed true. 

“We are doing it because we care about your happiness. And her happiness. Imagine her just waiting for you to make the first mood. Poor y/n. She must be feeling so disappointed” Junhoe let out a dramatic sigh and placed his head on his hand, being overly theatrical as usual. Jiwon was about to speak, but he was interrupted by the doorbell. Donghyuk turned his head and smiled at him, just how Chanwoo had done before. 

“Looks like our y/n is here.” He smiled before pointing to the clock which read 7 p.m. “You have until 8:30. 1 hour. 30 minutes.” Donghyuk’s voice became darker, with a hint of finality in it. Jiwon gasped, the doorbell rang again. 

“8:30? Donghy-!” Jiwon began to protest but Donghyuk was already making his way to the door. Jiwon got up immediately and practically ran to his room like a child scared of some kind of monster, leaving the boys in a fit of laughter. He threw his body on his bed and hugged his pillow, unconsciously pouting. He heard your squeals of the members name and your laughter. He didn’t even notice he was smiling when he heard you ask for him. He checked the time on his phone. He had 1 hour and 20 minutes remaining. 

“Is Jiwon-ah ill? Where is he?” You asked Hanbin as you walked past Jiwon’s room towards the kitchen to get some water. Hanbin shrugged, 

“he’s fine. I think he’s just tired. He’ll come out when he knows that you’re here. I’ll go and check on him.” Hanbin quickly left you. You were greeted with a suspicious looking Chanwoo, drinking water. 

“Chanwoo-sshi” you smiled cheerfully at the boy. He smiled back when you went over to give him a high five and a small hug. You got a glass so you could get some water. 

“How are you? You haven’t come over in ages.” He asked, taking your cup and getting some water for you. 

“I’m good. Just busy. How are you? How’s Jiwon?” Chanwoo grinned when he heard you mention Bobby’s name. 

“It’s so obvious that you like him y/n. Why don’t you just ask him out?” Just as he said that Jinhwan walked in and grinned - just like Chanwoo had done. 

“Because...it’s not that simple...” you began, 

“he likes you. You like him. Just do it.” Jinhwan took the glass of water that Chanwoo had put on the table, unaware that it was for you but you didn’t care about the water anymore. 

“Yes, but guys...I don’t know. It’s weird. He makes me feel weird...but a good weird...?” you sighed, “you wouldn’t understand.”. What they did understand was that you were feeling the exact way that Jiwon was. And what was annoying was that you both were too stubborn and scared to come out to each other. 

“Well if you don’t ask him out by 8:30 I’m personally telling him that you have crush of him and keep a picture of him on your bedside table.” Chanwoo smiled. You almost choked, 

“what? That’s a lie!” You whined, 

“so… you don’t have a crush on him?” Jinhwan questioned

“Well I do… but I don’t have...” Chanwoo interrupted with a clap, 

“there it is then. You only have bit more than an hour before Jiwon knows the truth, and the whole truth.” Chanwoo grinned and left the room, leaving you looking at Jinhwan with an expression of absolute horror. 

“Jinh-” you tried to say but Jinhwan just shrugged and smiled. 

“There’s nothing I can do y/n. Just tell him!” Jinhwan left you in the kitchen alone, with a nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach. They couldn’t be serious. 

You’d spent the last 45 minutes harassing and arguing with Chanwoo, trying to get him to stop this stupidity, but he didn’t budge. Not even a bit. When Hanbin came out of Jiwon’s room you ran over to him and reported Chanwoo to him for being “mean and unfair” to which Hanbin just laughed and shrugged his shoulders. 

“Just do it? Why are you so scared? It’s so obvious that you guys like each other.” Is all he said, and you’re sure that all the other members had said the exact same thing. You whined and sighed and groaned and whined some more but there was no use. You had to do this. 

“Just tell her how you feel. What’s the worst that could happen? She likes you, you know that she likes you. You’re Kim Jiwon. Bobby. You got this.” Jiwon prepped himself, looking in the mirror and talking directly at his reflection. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and nodded. Ready to do what he had to do. Hanbin had just gave him the most motivational pep talk, telling him that this was possibly his only chance because you’re a pretty girl and loads of other boys like you too. Jiwon hates the thought of you being with someone who isn’t him. He grabbed his top from his bed and threw it on; excited, nervous...but ready. He looked into the mirror one last time and pointed at his reflection. There was a small knock on his door, almost as if the knock was an accident or done deliberately quietly so that there would be no answer. 

“Come in” he called out to the person behind the door. The door slowly inched open and Jiwon smiled immediately when you popped your head round the door and gave him an award-winning grin. 

“Y/n. How are you?” He hid his nervousness well, unlike you who awkwardly walked in and shut the door behind you - giving him an excuse to ask why you were acting weird. But Jiwon was too distracted by his own thoughts to notice your newly found shyness. 

“I’m fine. Are you ill? Why are you just staying in your room all day?” You asked, not coming closer to give him a hug like you usually do. You just stood close to the door. He didn’t even notice. He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, 

“I’m fine. I just...” he paused, figuring that he should just get straight the point to get this over with. His palms were getting sweaty and his room was getting hotter by the second. He went over to open the window and then came over to you. He looked at you in the eyes and smiled, anxious - trying to figure out what kind of mood you were in. He just stood there staring at you, it wasn’t awkward, it was nice. You guys were barely alone together so this was something that made the butterflies in your tummy swarm around restlessly. He walked backwards, taking you along with him - still holding your hands- to beside the window. You prayed that he wouldn’t notice how sweaty your palms were getting. “I need to tell you something y/n.” He told you, you noticed how he took a deep breath before speaking. You nodded, deciding that what you needed to tell him could wait seeing as what he wanted to say seemed so important. 

“I’m listening” you smiled, urging him to go on. He looked nervous now, he couldn’t seem to keep his eyes on yours. He let out a small chuckle, thinking to himself about how stupid he was being. 

“I’ve just been practising this in the mirror for the past thirty minutes. I don’t know why I can’t say it.” He mumbled, loud enough for you to hear. He removed his hands from yours and placed one of them behind his neck. He took another deep breath and concluded that it was now or never. “Y/n. I think that you’re really amazing. You’re beautiful, smart, funny and you make me so happy.” He paused, trying to figure out what you were taking from what he was saying but your face blankly stared at his. What he didn’t know was that you could not believe that these words were coming out of his mouth. “In short, I really like you y/n. And not just as a friend. I really, really, really like you. And I want to be with you. I want to be able to hug and kiss you whenever I want, and call you when I’m having a bad time, and have your voice be the last I hear before I go to sleep.” He stopped, your face giving him no liable response. He waited for you to say something but you only looked at him in silence. He felt even more nervous at the thought that you didn’t even like him like that. “You don’t have to answer now...you can text me later I guess...but it would...” he was cut off by your lips attacking his. You pulled away before looking at the startled expression on his face and laughing. 

“Are you being serious right now Jiwon? Did Chanwoo tell you that you had 1 hour and 30 minutes to tell me that? Because that’s what he did to me! I just came in here to tell you that I like you and...” Jiwon placed his hands on your hips and pulled you closer to him, so that there was no gap between your bodies. He brought his face irresistibly close to yours. He gave you a small kiss before kissing you properly, wasting no time to fully circle his arms around your waist and kiss you harder. He felt your smile against his lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You felt his lips draw away from yours, 

“I won. I asked first.” He smirked at you, 

“it wasn’t a competition!” You frowned at him playfully, not liking the thought of losing. He smiled, about to return his lips to yours until you both turned your heads at the sound of mumbling and giggling at the door. You turned your heads to look at each other with the same knowing expression. He took your hand and lead you to the door. He quickly pulled it open.

“I think they’re kissing!” Hanbin said to the boys to other boys surrounding the door with humour laced in his voice. He let out a high-pitched squeal when he noticed the open door. They all tried to scurry away but you caught Chanwoo by the ear. 

“Yah! Jung Chanwoo! Where do you think you’re going?” You tugged on his ear, deriving a whine and an ow ow ow from him as you dragged him towards the kitchen so you could attack him even more. 

“I’m sorry! Y/n! Ow! Please! Stop!” Chanwoo screams elicited a loud laugh from Jiwon as he made his way to the kitchen, to watch what kind of punishment his girlfriend was giving his younger member. He beamed at the thought of finally being able to call you that. Y/n, his girlfriend.  

Hope you liked this anon x.

Before you could even knock on the door it was abruptly opened and you were pulled in by a shirtless Mino. It was 2am and you had rushed over when Mino had frantically texted you that he was sick and needed your help urgently. Worrying about your boyfriend who had been working so hard recently in preparation for his comeback, you asked no further questions and came as quick as you could. He pulled you into his arms and hugged you tightly. His body was warm, but not hot so he didn’t have a fever. You hugged him back by the door, your shoes still on. You pulled away from him and cupped his cheeks with your hands. His hair was going in all directions and he smelt homely. 

“Baby what’s wrong?” You pouted, referring to his earlier texts. 

“I’m sick! What took you so long?” He whined. 

“You’re ill?” Seungyoon was leaning against the doorway watching the two of you. You were a bit surprised to hear his voice, you thought that everyone would be asleep. You left Mino, causing him to stand up straight and frown - becoming jealous as usual. Seungyoon is always somehow around to ruin his moments. You hugged Seungyoon briefly, 

“Yoonie-ah. Why aren’t you sleeping?” Seungyoon smiled and shrugged. 

“Hyung, you’re unwell? You seemed fine earlier?” You looked at Seungyoon who looked at Mino innocently and then a raised eyebrow. You were unaware of Mino behind you wildly raising his hands up to his head and dropping them frantically with an extremely over-dramatized annoyed expression on his face. SHUT UP he mouthed. You turned and he pouted and shook his head, as if he had been standing there like that the whole time, trying to convince you that he’s ill but you knew better. You frowned at him, walking over and pinching his bare arm. He let out a small whine. 

“Did you lie to me just to get me to come over Mino-sshi?” You pointed your finger in his face and rose an eyebrow. He shook his head and pouted again. He wrapped his hand around your finger, diverting it from his face. 

“But jagiya I really am sick.” He pouted. 

“Hm? Tell me what’s wrong then?” Of course you did not believe him.

“I’m sick of you not being here with me” he couldn’t hide his smile when he got to the end of his extremely cheesy pick up line. He placed his hands on your butt and pulled you closer, pecking your lips several times as you smiled at his irresistible cheesiness that you swear you hate but secretly love. 

“Oh my god” you heard Seungyoon say tired of whatever was going on. He sucked his teeth at how unbelievable you two are and just left to go to his room. 

“You’re such an idiot” you grinned at Mino, giving him a few pecks back. He smiled at you, his eyes alive with excitement. He took your hand and pulled you to his room. You immediately gasped at the state of it once he opened the door.

“Mino! You couldn’t even tidy up! Look at this place, are you...” you couldn’t even finish your sentence as Mino pushed you onto his bed and got on also with one swift movement. He pulled the covers over you and pulled you close so your faces were only inches apart. He shook his head smiling. 

“Well I could get up and tidy up now? But this is nice and cosy.” He sighed dramatically, “but seeing as you really want me to...” he began to get up. You pulled him back by his shoulders, sensing his daily bluff from miles away. 

“Come here you idiot” you closed the distance between your faces, your lips kissing his. You felt him smile as he kissed you back. 

“Feel better?” You smirked, pulling away for a second. He nodded quickly and pulled you back, not liking the loss of warmth he felt with your lips parted from his own.

 Loving Mino involves a lot of things. Loving his sometimes very stupid conspiracy theories, his competitiveness, his need to always be right and many other things but there is one that stands above them all; the love he has for his cat...Jhonny. No Jhonny, no Mino. Sometimes you feel like the feeling Mino has for Jhonny is something more than love, if that’s even possible. No doubt if the two of you were falling off a cliff he’d save Jhonny without a second thought, he wouldn’t even blink. Most of the time it’s cute and admirable because you love Jhonny too and you love watching them play together. However, other times you can’t help yourself from becoming green with envy...of a cat. You know that it’ll sound stupid to him if you ever brought it up but you couldn’t help it! 

“Jhonny-ah! Jhoooonnnnyyyy” you called for her, wandering around your apartment, searching under every table for the ginger cat. Mino had asked you to look after her while WINNER was away and you obliged seeing as they were going away for only three days. Mino had texted you a few hours ago, saying that he had just landed and would come and get her later. You figured that he’d come round at around this time, seeing as it was getting quite late. You found her in your room, playing with one of your teddy bears which had somehow found its way to the floor. “Jhonny, there you are.” You smiled at her, walking over and scooping her up. You sat on your bed and played with her. You really do love her, you have nothing against her. It’s just that there can’t be two alpha-females under one roof. And you are her. 

“Jhonny, we need to have a chat.” You said to her in your I’m speaking to an animal voice. You like to think that sometimes she can understand what you’re saying, but really you know that she just enjoys watching your mouth move and the sound of your voice. “Mino will be here soon to get you, and I just want to say that I’ve enjoyed this time that we’ve had to bond very much. I think that we’re great friends now.” You smiled, taking her paw and shaking it softly. Then you lowered your eyes and pointed your finger in her face with all seriousness, “but just remember that Mino is mine. Don’t try and steal him. Got it?” Jhonny meowed, confirming that she understood and would not overstep. The door bell rang and you narrowed your eyes at Jhonny one last time, before letting go of her paw and getting up to go and get the door. Jhonny followed close behind you as you made your way to the door - half excited because you half knew that Mino was the one on the other side. On the other side of the door stood Mino, excited not only to see you and his beloved Jhonny; but to take advantage of what he had learnt about the relationship you had with Jhonny. He had always had a suspicion that you were somehow jealous of Jhonny, but he didn’t really want to believe it until Seunghoon had confirmed it for him. Seunghoon had broken a promise that he made to you, one time long ago when you were probably both drunk, and had told Mino that you were sometimes jealous of all the attention he shows to Jhonny. Mino only laughed and called you stupid until he saw it first-hand. It was when the two of you were facetiming and he had asked to “speak to” his “princess”. He noticed how your face scrunched up a little and how you pouted slightly as you held Jhonny up to the camera so Mino could fuss over her. He smiled at the thought of you being jealous as he waited for you to answer the door, the thought made him excited, he loves to tease you. 

 “Jhonny-ah!” Mino practically squealed when you opened the door, rushing past you and enveloping Jhonny in his arms. You pouted and watched as he spun her around and stroked her orange fur lovingly. Jhonny, that traitor. But in all fairness, Jhonny didn’t even do anything, it was all Mino. He watched you pouting and held in his laugh, knowing that he had to make you jealous until you couldn’t take it any longer. “Jhonny, how are you? Was y/n nice to you? She wasn’t? Y/n! You weren’t nice to Jhonny?” He looked at you, a sweet smile on his face. Your face remained stagnant, you were failing to hide your jealousy - which Mino was loving. 

“I was, Jhonny and I are best friends now.” You went over and stroked Jhonny’s soft fur before making your way to the kitchen. Mino followed you, dragging his feet and cooing over Jhonny every so loudly. “Aren’t you going to go home?” You asked him quickly, before bringing a glass of water to your lips. Mino chuckled, 

“why? Do you want me to leave?” He nudged you playfully once you put down your glass.

“I’m just tired.” You mumbled, not wanting to hurt his feelings. Nonetheless, you still wanted to strangle him for not paying you any attention. You sighed mentally at the realisation that Jhonny is the ultimate alpha female and you’re just the...female. 

“Okay then, bye. I’ll text you later.” Mino waved at you, smiling before leaving the room. Your mouth instinctively hung open. Did he really… actually… just...leave?! 

“Is he being serious right now?!” You said to yourself, not able to believe it. You heard the door open and then close and you let out a little gasp. He really did just leave! “Oh...oh my goodness...he just...” you mumbled to yourself, still trying to understand what just happened. He didn’t even ask how you were, didn’t hug you, didn’t kiss you. He just picked up Jhonny and left. What you were feeling now wasn’t just jealousy...but anger. You could feel how scrunched up your face had become. You slammed your cup down and turned around to open the fridge. Suddenly you felt two arms wrap firmly around your waist and pull you backwards, you let out a frightened grasp until you realised what was happening. Mino chuckled in your ear and left a small kiss on your earlobe. 

“Y/n” he laughed, not letting you go as you tried to wriggle out of his grasp. “Stop I was just joking” he continued to laugh, but you didn’t find it funny. 

“Seriously, let go. It’s not funny.” You whined, hitting his hands which were clasped firmly together. His arms still didn’t budge. He laughed some more at your struggling and decided to pick you up, somehow managing to endure your punches and slaps. He carried you to the door where Jhonny sat waiting peacefully. Mino set you down on your feet and turned you around so he was looking at you. You frowned at him and he smiled widely. He began stroking your hair, like you were a cat. 

“Y/n-ah. How are you? Was Jhonny nice to you?” He paused and put his ear next to your lips before pulling away, suspecting that you’d bite it or something. He gasped. “Really? Jhonny? You weren’t nice to my y/n?” He turned you around so you could both look at Jhonny who was cluelessly looking up at the two of you, probably wondering what on earth was going on. Mino laughed and turned you around again so he could clasp your cheeks in his hands. You were still frowning and he beamed at the sight. You looked so cute frowning with your cheeks squished together. He kissed your puckered lips repeatedly, purposely making mwah noises. He didn’t stop until you let out a whine and beamed at you again. “Y/n-ah, did you miss me?” He pouted at you, you hit him lightly, making him release your cheeks and chuckle again. 

“You’re so annoying.” You failed to stay angry and tiptoed slightly to wrap your arms around his neck, he hugged you back and breathed into your hair. 

“You’re such a jealous baby.” He mumbled, you pulled away with your arms still around his neck. 

“I’m not jealous.” You stated. He rose his eyebrow and you let out a small laugh, realising how silly it sounded when you said it out-loud. “Fine I’m jealous.” You muttered, loud enough for him to hear and not being able to stop yourself from smiling. He laughed again, and so did you before he kissed you again. 

“You’re so silly” he tucked your hair behind your ear, looking into your eyes. 

“But for real, if Jhonny and I were both falling off a cliff and you could only save one...who would you save.” Mino froze, as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t. He gave you a small smile and a slow, nervous chuckle. 

You let out a low sigh when you heard the door to the practise room open and then close, accompanied with a “hello ladies” from the person you loved to hate: Kim Hanbin. You couldn’t really say that you hated him, seeing as you, and the two other girls he was practically forced to train, had a minor crush on him. Who wouldn’t? But Hanbin had made it extremely clear, several times, that he had no interest in you whatsoever. Hanbin was always picking on you, every little mistake and every little breath, he was there to call you out. And it wasn’t even in the form of positive criticism, it was just plain rude You would have been happy if you were the only one who could see it but the two other trainees could too. After practise, they would both laugh at your moaning and cussing, saying how much of a jerk Hanbin is and how much he hates you. And the most irritating part of it all was that you had absolutely no idea why he hated you so much. You’d never done anything to him, you were always as polite as possible when he was being annoying and picky (which is always) and never spoke back. So, what was the big problem? 

“Hey, you... are you going to just sit there? Come on get up, I don’t have time to waste.” Hanbin snaps you out of your thoughts, you look up to see him standing over you, frowning. You avoid eye contact and get up, ignoring the fact that he called you “you” when he knows your name very well. In fact, sometimes you feel like it’s his favourite word. Practise went on as usual, you were working as hard as physically possible but Hanbin still found things wrong with what you were doing. “Y/N what was that? Are you trying to make me laugh? Again, do it properly.” “Y/N, are you even listening to a word I’m saying right now?” “Y/N, for fuck sake are you deaf? Listen to the beat!” “Y/N what was that meant to be? I’ve never seen that move in my life and definitely did not teach it you. Stop fucking around.” You were getting tired of hearing your own name. For some reason, today it felt as if Hanbin was picking on you more than usual, and frankly you were getting extremely tired of it. You noticed how when the other girls messed up he wouldn’t say anything, just make you all start again or go over and help them. But with you it was always “Y/N what are you doing?” or “Y/N did you even practise?” Of course you bloody practised! You work so hard, possibly harder than everyone else in that room but he somehow always seemed to find something wrong with what you were doing. And you’re not a terrible dancer, maybe Hanbin just has terrible eyes. 

With 15 minutes left until you get to go and have lunch, you are completely done with Hanbin and ready to go. You couldn’t cope with his blatant rudeness and dislike for you any longer. You were sweaty, tired and hungry and the girls that were giggling at every joke of his were not helping. But there were only 15 minutes left and you needed to push through and get it over with. After this you wouldn’t have to see him for two days. You took a deep breath and waited for him to start the music again, you looked up to see him looking at you through the mirror and then look away, as if he was planning his next attack. You ignored it though, as you usually do. You always catch him just looking at you, guessing that he’s probably just thinking about what an “idiot” you are. The upbeat music begins again, Hanbin stands to the side and begins counting you in. You concentrate on yourself in the mirror and begin to dance the moves he taught you, making sure to do them properly and in time with the beat of the music. You move across the dance floor to your spot for this section of the dance, in between the two girls. Of course he puts you centre stage for the hardest part, just so he could keep an eye on you and watch you fail. The move you dread is coming up but you still push yourself to avoid Hanbin’s snide comments because you knew that you were about to snap. And then it’s time to do the move. And you mess up, only slightly though. You were meant to move your right arm but moved your left instead. At least you didn’t mess up on your own, one of the girls ended up on the floor and the other stumbled. Then the music stopped. 

“Y/N. What the fuck was that?” Hanbin said loudly, you turned your body around to face him in disbelief. “How many times do we have to go through this step? Are you really so helpless that you can’t even-”

“I’m not helpless! Why are you only shouting at me? I’m not the only one who messed up!” You cut him off, the tone of your voice matching his. The other girls looked at you with startled expressions, it was the first time you had ever stood up to Hanbin. You don’t know what came over you, you just suddenly spoke up. 

“You’re leading this part, so every failure is on you. It’s my fault anyway, why the hell would I put you in the middle?”

“Exactly. Why the hell would you put me in the middle?”

“Yah, Y/N. Are you talking back to me right now?” He raised his eyebrow at you, his face plastered with a frown. 

“Yes. Yes I am. You always pick on me. I’m trying my hardest and you still find something wrong with what I’m doing.” 

“Are you joking or just an idiot? You’re trying your hardest?! And what do you think everyone else is doing? Playing? Your hardest isn’t good enough so try harder.” He shouted now, voice booming and filling the whole room. You had never heard him shout before, he would raise his voice a bit but he mostly stayed calm when annoyed, but remained rude. But now he had just shouted at you, and it made you feel like shit. You felt yourself wanting to cry, out of anger. And there was no way that he’d see you cry. You glared at him and began making your way out of the room, you reached the door and grabbed the handle, pulling it open. A hand forcefully closed it shut. “Are you crazy trying to leave my session without me telling you to? Are you trying to piss me off or is this how you behave with everyone?” He said through gritted teach. He took a hold of your wrist and pulled you away from the door. “Everyone out, I need to speak to Y/N. I’ll see you in two days’ time. Don’t forget to practise.” He said calmly. The other two girls quickly gathered their things and rushed out of the room, closing the door behind them. Even though they were quick, for you they were being painfully slow. You just wanted the nagging to be over, and you were conscious of Hanbin’s hand resting around your wrist but could not bring yourself to shake him off. The girls left, leaving the room in a deadly silence. After a few still seconds, you shook Hanbin’s hand away from your wrist. 

“What do you want to say to me? Just say it. Just say it so I can get out of here.”

“What’s your rush? Why do you need to leave so badly?” He spoke more softly now, but still with hints of authority and anger in his voice. His words sounded more sincere now though, as if he was asking you to stay in a way. 

“I hate these sessions. You make them hell.” You stated honestly, not holding back because things were bad enough already. “If you want to kick me out just do it, because I don’t want to be here anyway.”

“It’s not that easy. I don’t want to be here as much as you, but I have to. Just like you have to train to be the best that you can. Why do you think I’m always nagging you? It’s because I want you to improve and be a great idol one day.” All hints of anger had left his voice and he was speaking with pure sincerity. His words forcefully softened you also. He had never even spoken to you if he wasn’t nagging you, you don’t even know whether you’ve ever even had a conversation with him. If you had, you couldn’t recall. 

“But do you have to be so mean about it? I get that it’s annoying to have to train three girls you don’t even know when you have your own work to be doing but why is it always me? And why do you have to be such a jerk about it?” 

“It’s because...that’s the only way I can do it.”

“But why only me. Why not the others?”

“Because it’s you.”

“What do you mean? Answer me prop-” you were cut off by Hanbin pulling you by the waist and crashing his lips onto yours to get you to shut up and notice the look he had been giving you for what seemed like forever for him. He was beginning to think that you truly were an idiot. He broke away, leaving you star struck and still. He examined your face and you swore that you caught a small smile.

“It’s because I like you” he spoke softly, his face only inches away from yours. 

“What?” Is all you could say. You couldn’t comprehend what had just happened. 

“I like you Y/N. And I have since the day you fell on your butt on our first day of practise and you started blushing from embarrassment.” He was smiling properly now, at your confused expression. You had never even see him smile before, in person at least. 

“What?” Is all you could manage to get out again, as you felt your skin get hot. His hand still lingered on your waist and he was incredibly close. Was this really happening? He sighed, 

“yah. Aren’t you listening to me?” He raised his eyebrow, amused, looking into your eyes which were staring back at his. You shook your head slightly, returning from your mentally dazed state. 

“I mean...um...why didn’t you just... tell me then?” 

“Because that would have been no fun. Why... do you like me back?” He tucked your hair behind your ear as your skin became even hotter. You felt as if you were being suffocated with emotions as his beautiful grin stared at you right in your face close up.  You didn’t reply and just put your head down to try and hide how flustered you had become. He chuckled, bringing your face back to his with his thumb. “Can I kiss you again?” He asked, trying to read your facial expression. You almost melted at the fact that he asked, wanting to respect whatever feelings you had. You swallowed, and then nodded, not even needing to think about. He attached his lips to yours again, kissing you softly and slowly. You tiptoed, and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and you felt him smile against your lips as you kissed him back. You eventually pulled away, the two of you getting too caught up in the kiss. He smirked at you proudly. You hit his chest lightly, 

“don’t be mean to me again.” You mumbled, and he nodded in agreement. 

“You’re hungry, right? Let’s go get some lunch.” He took your hand and lead you out of the room which you mentally went over the scenario that just went down and how the hell it happened. 

It’s not that good but at least it’s done...??