Yes, drabbles, anon!! Iâm so glad youâre as excited as I am! I hope you like what I came up with for your 4D man!
Genre: Library!AU/Fluff
Pairing: Jongup x You
By Admin B
Every single day he came into the library.
And every single day he had McDonaldâs.
Surprisingly, there was no rule against bringing in food or drink, as long as you didnât sit at one of the computers. You figured since it was a college library, the dean realized students would be both a) spending a lot of time in the library and b) hungry.
But... seriously? Bringing McDonaldâs into the library every day?
That was just... weird.
And it also made you wonder how the guy was as fit as he was? I mean, obviously, youâd never seen him without his shirt on or anything (although, youâd definitely imagined it before - wait, what?), but you could tell the dude was pretty ripped.
Anyway.
Here he was again, in the library with his McDonaldâs bag.
But... the real kicker was... he didnât do anything else in here besides eat.
He didnât study, he didnât check out any books, he didnât talk to anyone, he didnât even look at his phone. He just ate.
You were truly not one to judge because college could be rough. You understood that. But, apparently, today was the day you couldnât stand it any longer.
Your curiosity was just too strong.
So you pushed yourself away from the help desk and quietly made your way over to his table. You plastered a smile on your lips as you slid into the chair next to him, clearing your throat to announce your intention to speak.
âHi,â you began in the softest voice you could muster.
âHey,â he replied before popping a french fry into his mouth.
âIâm sorry, Iâm just... Youâre not in trouble or anything, I was just wondering... Why do you come in here every day to eat?â
He furrowed his brow and squinted his eyes at you while he chewed, and when you thought he was going to answer you, he simply took a bite of his hamburger.
...Okay, this was awkward.
But you still waited because... well, you just wanted to know!
âI like the peace and quiet while I eat,â he finally explained after swallowing. âAnd I like seeing you.â
Your eyebrows shot halfway up your forehead.
â...O--oh,â you stammered. âO...kay...â
He nodded once before taking another bite of his hamburger, and you took that as your cue to leave him alone.
But just as youâd started walking away, he called out to you.
âIâm Jongup, by the way.â
You turned on your heel to face him again, lifting your hand in an awkward wave because you were still very taken aback from what heâd said.
âSee you tomorrow!â he smiled.
âSee you... tomorrow...â
Well, okay then. Not what you were expecting, but... I mean, you were kind of flattered.
Because he was super handsome.
So... yeah.
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Genre/warnings:Â Mafia/gang AUÂ (Definitely contains swear words this time around. Violence, death - the regular mafia stuff. But nothing too vivid and excessive. Nothing that wonât let you sleep at night, basically)
Summary: You were gone, and it was all his fault - heâd lied, and now he had to face the consequences. But thing was, it wasnât himself who he was worried about. He could be captured, tortured and killed off in a slow and painful process, and he still wouldnât care. But it was you who was in danger, and he had a hard time collecting all of his senses back in order to use his mind instead of his heart. To only act after heâd thought everything out, because this was the only way to save you - to save the person he loved the most.
(A/N) Soo, this is going to be a three-part AU, and not a two-part one like I originally intended it to be. Since I had 10.8 k+ words written, I figured Iâd split them up into two different parts instead of making it one painfully long one. Once again, this part is especially connected to parts 3 and 4 of the Himchan mafia/gang AU, where the main focus is Himchan and Jongupâs relationship, as well as Jongupâs betrayal that, looking at the timeline of the scenarios, happened before the events of this scenario. Some backstory revolves around the betrayal, but not too much. This can be read as a stand-alone as well, without having to read the Himchan story first, so no worries.
THIS IS PART 2 // PART 1 IS HEREÂ // PART 3 IS HERE
âJongup-ah,â he heard his name being called out, and quietly smiled to himself.
There was only one person in this whole world who called him this sweet way, with the little â-ahâ attached to his name in order to make it sound so nicely warm and welcoming. The name âJongupâ itself was, at most times, said harshly and unpleasantly, in a mean, demanding or offensive fashion. Often it would be replaced with âidiotâ or âdumbassâ, and heâd heard an occasional âassholeâ, âscumbagâ or âmurderous maniacâ as well. But fact is, he didnât quite care to respond to any of those names. Except of Jongup-ah.
âBabygirl?â He turned around, seeing you standing a few feet in front of him. You werenât just a regular girl - you couldnât possibly be, as this whole scenery, but most of all you in the middle of this gorgeous mess, looked like it was from a movie set. He was the only thing that didnât belong - an outsider that had broken into this beautiful view to ruin it. The innocence and purity your presence radiated was slightly drowned out by his sinful and recklessly brutal nature, and the fact you had tied your lives together made it seem like quite an ironic incident. The good meeting with the evil. The good being toyed around and lied to by the evil. The evil wanting to drown itself out in the good, because it wanted to free itself from suffering.
âJongup-ah, what if I wonât remember?â You asked, your eyes displaying genuine worry while his stare stayed calm and focused. The way you toyed around with your fingers gave away how nervous you were about this, and he smiled a faint smile, taking a few steps to the front and slightly extending a hand towards you, offering you his palm.
âHold my hand, babygirl.â
You did as told, placing your slightly smaller palm into his. Your soft touch made it hard for him to resist yanking you forwards and holding you against himself tightly, making his lips work wonders against your before doing all types of other beautiful things to you and your body. Instead, he resisted. Tonight he was the lovingly caring type who provided emotional support over physical pleasure.
âHow does it feel?â
You blushed a little, turning your head to the side and staring at the ground. Were all of those immense feeling you had towards him really appropriate to say out loud to his face, or was it still too early? Did you know enough about him to talk this way?
âIt feels.. Pleasant,â you mumbled, feeling his stare digging through you.
âTell me more about it,â he quietly announced, drawing circles with his thumb on the upper side of your hand.
âIt calms me down a little,â you said, feeling like you wanted to spill some of your feelings, but not all at once, âAnd itâs a nice reminder that Iâm not alone. Makes me feel loved.â
âDo you think you felt the same way before losing your memory?â you turned your stare back at him, slowly understanding where he was leading the conversation.
âI mean.. I guess so. How else couldâve I possibly felt?â You questioned, seeing him smile a little.
âLet this be an example. You may have forgotten, but we will simply do it all once again and you will feel the same way as before, doing the same things,â he made you feel a thousand different loving feelings with simple, blunt lies, âEven if you wonât remember, Iâll bring you back to the way you were. Iâll make you feel it all once again.â
âEntrust yourself to me, babygirl,â his tone was near intoxicating, and this was when you swore you would do anything for him. Heâd given up so much and had gone to such extents in order to try and bring you back onto your feet, and you simply feared you wouldnât be able to do that. As days passed but the memories didnât even intend to return, you thought your time with him was expiring, your numbered days coming to an end.
But there you were, on a rooftop, your bodies closely pinned together as he cooed at you, telling you all was fine, and that he would stick around no matter what. His mouth finding yours soon enough and filling you with the taste of desperation and utterly honest attraction. Taking you on a ride to how it probably used to be, but how you couldnât recall it being. Showing you it was fine the way it was, because he would love you nonetheless. And you already loved him back to your full capacity.
Now wasnât the time for remembering, as tears kept running down your cheeks while you stumbled along unknown streets. This was a district and a part of town you knew only vaguely, and now it finally payed off. With no clue of where you were heading, you simply went somewhere. Ran away from this tragically beautiful lie you had been living for almost a year already.
âJongup-ah.. How could you.. I-I..â you muttered, exhausted from the running and all of the overflowing emotions. Your feet had guided you themselves for all this time, but now even they refused to cooperate. Faint voices could be heard in the distance, and you made sure to walk into a different direction, not wanting to see a single person in your way.
Collapsing against a wall, you took sharp breaths, burying your face in your hands and refusing to let out muffled screams. His face was haunting you, as your mind was unable to forget it for even a second. How sweet he had been at home today, and how brutally reckless he was when shooting later on.
How much of a pathological liar he was.
Desperation hit on levels you didnât know it could even reach as your mind traveled back through this whole year. How when you saw him for the first time he told you that you were his. How he made it seem as if you both were working on restoring what you had once possessed, although in reality none of that had ever existed. How his hands reached for you every time you were a little too close, but how he always restrained himself, knowing that being patient was the best he could do, and giving you enough time and space, letting you wrap your arms around him first when you finally felt comfortable enough doing so. How he listened to your emotional monologues late at night, at times you felt like completely breaking down, and how he rubbed your back lightly at those moments, letting your frame tangle with his and stay like that until he had to leave home for a while again the next morning. How his hungry stare never left your body, and how when heâd finally gotten what he wanted and you laid there in front of him, fully exposed and even more vulnerable to everything and anything in this world, lightly panting and softly calling his name, he always took care of you the way only good guys did.
How the Jongup-ah youâd known all along was nothing other than a lie.
You tilted your head up, looking to the right and to the left. What could you possibly do now? Going back was out of question, but you were left completely vulnerable and alone. You hadnât taken absolutely anything along with you, and were freezing because you didnât even grab a coat. No phone, no wallet. Not a lot of knowledge about this neighborhood. But, most importantly, literally no one to go to and no place to stay at.
Youâd asked him about your parents and relatives, and heâd always said you didnât have a lot of relatives - in fact, most of them you either didnât communicate with or they were far away. When it came to your parents, he told you he didnât know them, because even after such a long time spent together you didnât think it was necessary to introduce him to them, saying you didnât have a good relationship with them and that you rarely ever communicated. Heâd told you that you didnât even know where they lived at this point, and now, as you were sitting devastated and broken on the cold ground, you wondered if those had been lies all along as well.
They probably were, just like everything else had been. With nowhere to go, you hid your face back in your hands, hoping an idea could strike you like lightning sometime soon. But it didnât, and you were left waiting, making Jongup lose his mind in another part of the city meanwhile.
âHey, Himchan hyung,â Junhong threw a wary glance at Jongup who was going insane in the nearby room that was parted with the one where the rest of B.A.P were currently located with nothing more or less than a glass door.
Himchan turned his head to Junhong, and his stare indicated he was listening carefully to what Junhong had to say, even though he already knew what was to come.
âHow do we make him stop?â
âYou tell me,â Himchan turned away again, reaching for the almost cold coffee that was seated on the nearby table with his right hand, âTo be completely honest, I myself wouldnât really want to go in there right now.â
âTreasuring life much, arenât ya?â Youngjae threw out confidently, just to understand his mistake seconds later when four other men were glaring at him.
â.. hyung,â he added, knowing this didnât change his disrespectful remark, but at least made it seem like he had understood his mistake.
âToo bad I treasure your life more than mine,â Himchan sighed, standing up from his comfortable chair and slowly making his way to the door, just to have his movements be stopped by a hand that was rather gently placed on his shoulder.
âIâll take care of it,â Yongguk quietly said pushing Himchan back a little as he himself moved forward, opening the door and walking in, âYouâre getting too soft nowadays anyways, I donât want this to stretch on for hours.â
âAs you wish,â Himchan smirked, knowing this was about to be settled down quickly and without any additional issues. He indeed was leaning more forwards to the âlet a person figure their own emotions out before continuing further on or confronting themâ method, while Yongguk was sticking to the old ways, using his deep voice and intimidating glare to throw anyone who came his way into fear immediately.
There was a reason for him being the former leader, and as he walked into the room, showing some type of investment into the gangâs issues for the first time in months, Himchan couldnât help but smile. Yongguk was still the same old Yongguk, if he wanted to show it or not, and nothing could ever change him. Even immense amounts of stress and mental issues such as depression and anxieties.
âStop screaming,â he quietly said, closing the door behind himself and taking another good look at Jongup who was slightly panting at this point already, leaning on his arms over the table and not being able to collect himself.
âDoes it bother you, you hippie!?â Jongupâs eyes darted wide open as he yanked his head to the side, looking straight at Yongguk. His cheeks were tear-strained, and there was a dangerous build up of pain, fear and anger inside of him.
âThis is a first time, I have to admit,â Yongguk said as calm and as ever, showing no signs of fear or anger whatsoever, âOver these years you, with your pathetic control of emotions, had called me various names, all when I was trying to fix up your mistakes, but to be called a hippie just because of being peaceful at heart-â
âOh, shut it!â Jongupâs frame yanked up, and within seconds he was face-to-face with Yongguk.
âOr else..?â Yongguk wasnât about to let this kid test his patience, as he slowly felt the true mean and bad guy rising from the ashed and taking over his heart and soul for up until he was done with this, âWhat do you intend to do, other than shut your face and learn who you can scream at and who you have to fucking bow before?â
âShould we go and help..?â Daehyun thought out loud while inspecting the situation through the glass door. Himchanâs little laugh made the heads of the other three turn, and he looked at them with solitude and slight amusement.
âIf thereâs one person who can handle everything on their own, it is him.â
âYou sure, hyung?â Junhong questioned, earning an approving half-smile from Himchan.
âIâm more than certain. Heâd saved me so much trouble in the old days, I canât ever thank him enough for simply being the way he is.â
âSay, what are you flipping out about so much?â Yongguk had meanwhile tilted his head to the side, frustrating Jongup even more, âThere wasnât a single person to tell you this would end well. You knew this from the start, yet here you are now, pitying yourself for doing something so obviously dumb-â
âItâs not about myself..â
His voice was quiet, to the point it sounded almost faded. Yonggukâs stare didnât display it, but even he had to admit he was surprised, as this happened only very rarely and occasionally.
âSheâs out there, somewhere,â he said, letting a shaky breath escape him, âAnd I have absolutely no clue where she is. She doesnât properly know anyone but me in this world, and sheâs got nothing with her.â
âJongup, Iâm aware, but-â
âDonât say anything, I got it,â he interrupted, this being the first time he was allowed to do it ever, âIâm a fool and an idiot. I act upon emotion and donât think of consequences. Iâm not even asking for help here. Not yet, at least. I just need t-to⌠to calm-m down enough to go and..â
âYongguk hyung, I need to find her,â his eyes were pleading for something among the lines of allowance, and he simply stayed silent and waited.
âHow does it feel, being so caught up in emotions?â Yonggukâs hand lightly landed on his shoulder, squeezing it a little, âTo be honest, I think it scares you, and makes you only more frustrated, knowing you are this way even though you arenât supposed to be. Get it together now though. Weâll help, thereâs not much to do around here anymore anyways, and with our schedule Iâve kinda forgotten how it is to sleep at night instead of aimlessly running around the streets.. Just calm down and try to rationally think of how to solve this.â
Himchanâs smirk widened even more when he saw the two of them turning around and leaving the room in order to join him and the other three.
âWhat now?â
The question was left hanging in the air. For a gang that has already faced many seemingly inevitable and quite destructive situations on most days, something as seemingly simple as this was new, and hard to handle.
âItâs been an hour only, maybe a little more, so donât break your heart over it just yet. Letâs start from the very beginning,â Himchan instructed, making everyone look up at him and what he had to say, âWhat came first and when exactly?â
Youngjae spoke first.
âMe and Daehyun had gone out a while ago. Remember I told you about the new weapons and how I wanted to get my hands on them as soon as possible? Well, I finally was able to find a dealer, and we went to give those a quick test before buying them, but on out way there we got caught up with those guys.â
âThose guys.. How about a little more specific? Who do you mean by that?â
âYou know them, better than me or any of us, really. The leaderâs the obnoxiously tall dude with the bad dye job and unforgettable desire to wear shades at any time of day, wherever he goes. God, I donât remember his name, but he himself is quite unforgettable already, isnât he?â Youngjae said casually, pausing a little when he saw Himchanâs face.
âHimchan-ah, this is not a time to laugh,â Yongguk quietly remarked, but that only made his laugh slightly increase in volume, making Junhong and Daehyun let out a chuckle as well.
âIâm sorry, everyone,â he raised a hand in apology, collecting himself within seconds, âIâll just never get used to that fashion.â
âYou wonât have to, Iâm pretty sure heâs dead,â Daehyun said out of nowhere, making Himchan simply nod.
âToo bad, I had nothing against him. But apparently heâd decided to take it against us. What a shame. Anyways, tell me what happened next. Iâm quite curious how you were able to deal with a gang three times bigger than ours with such ease.â
âWhat do you mean by three times bigger, Himchan hyung?â
Silence hung in the air for a little while, as things started falling into the right places. Finally - a guideline. Himchan wasnât about to let it slip.
âHow many did you put out?â
All stares were directed at Jongup now. He hadnât spoken yet, simply standing next to Yongguk and observing everything, trying his best to concentrate on the many things said all around him and trying to remember all of them.
âYoungjae and Daehyun crashed my place, because they werenât sure they could deal with those guys on their own, which is where (Y/N) ran off from as well, after seeing the shooting and seemingly recalling a scene from the past. I counted seven back there.â
âGod, Dae, was it six or seven more outside the house later on?â
âSix, I believe. Including the bad-dye-job one,â Daehyun responded, correcting Youngjaeâs statement and making him nod in agreement.
All stares were back on Himchan, who looked a little alarmed at this point. Jongup found the silence close to agonizing, and felt his sanity slowly slipping away as his heart was breaking into pieces, knowing nothing good could follow after a silence such as this.
âThere shouldâve been five more,â Himchan said cautiously, âDo you know what that means?â
Jongup had a mild idea in mind, but it escaped Himchan faster than anyone else, on top of that, being worded in such an overwhelmingly harsh way it seemed three times realer than it shouldâve.
âIt means we have to move our asses at an alarmingly fast rate. Sheâs in danger if they know about her, and thereâs like a ten percent possibility this could end well.â
Ten percent. That was exactly the same percentage that Himchan had to face not too long ago, after taking two bullets to the chest instead of letting Daehyun on Junhong each take one. A ten percent percentage of survival, but he somehow still managed. So what was it that made Jongup think this wasnât going to be the same type of happy end, even though that number was quite made up and not an actually proven fact, unlike the chances of survival upon taking a bullet to the chest?
Could there be two happy endings in such a short time span, on top of that, if one of those happy endings involved Jongup and nothing ever went right for him? Could something involving Jongup for once go right? Or was he destened by faith to hurt everyone he came in contact with?
Without a real plan in mind, the guys simply decided to split into teams of two to go around the area.Â
âLet the main focus be finding her, for now at least,â Himchan instructed, securing his weapon, âBut donât let your guards down. I literally canât provide any type of information now, and maybe what weâre about to do is going to eventually turn out to be a foolâs theater, but I think youâd all agree that wary and careful is better than superficial and not thought out at all. So better put in extra efforts and end up getting nothing than let a few things slide and lose everything.â
Yongguk ended up taking Junhong along and going to take a look at the area near Jongupâs apartment complex. There were quite a few police cars and ambulances nearby already, as well as a pretty big crowd of curious people all around the crime scene. Upon seeing the sight, Yongguk sighed a little, knowing there was no way Jongup would be able to return here to live his life the same way he did just yesterday. What a shame, because that apartment was the only place he actually liked to stay at, or so heâd stated a few times, at least.
Daehyun and Youngjae, who, luckily, had been assigned a different nearby area due to the fact they were present at the shooting, and shouldnât really show up near the crime scene just yet, were walking in silence. The usually loud and energetically bubbly duo had nothing to say to each other for a while, and, as they kicked a few rocks and branches while walking along the pavement, they felt quite guilty for initially kicking off all of this earlier today, even though Jongup seemed not to blame them.
âI mean, she wouldâve found out eventually anyways, right?â
âI donât quite know the details of how a memory loss works, so I canât really answer that. So maybe. All I know it that thereâs no way Jongup will be able to return to that apartment ever again.â
âReminds me of why we keep all of the important personal belongings like documents and sums of money at the base rather than at home. Hey, will we eventually have to fake his death or something?â
âAsk Himchan, I donât know. But reminds me of that time I had to play dead in order not to get âWanted - Yoo Youngjae. 1,000,000 $ rewardâ plastered all over the city-â
âArenât you overpricing yourself a little?â
But the double combo that seemed to be the most invested into the whole situation simply had to be Jongup and Himchan.
âYouâre coming with me,â Himchan had said earlier, âAnd Iâll keep an eye on you so you donât do stupid stuff.â Jongup sighed, knowing he really needed someone to watch over him now. Nothing was going right, and he felt like he was on the edge of flipping this whole time.
âHow are you?â Himchanâs question snapped him out of his trance as they walked around the streets, careful to pay attention to every sound and move around them, as well as wait for mastermind Youngjae to work his magic and search the area for any possible threats. Did he have some type of cameras set up all around? A unit of secret spies? Maybe extrasensory abilities? No one knew, but somehow he always managed to find out all the needed information.
âAre you now a psychiatrist as well or what?â Jongup scoffed a little, but in the depths of his heart appreciated the fact someone worried about him.
âAh, to be honest I think I shouldâve taken you to a psychiatrist back then when I picked you up. Maybe things wouldâve gone different. But I was too caught up in making this work for all of us. Yongguk just started showing issues at that point, and Youngjae was still quite new at this whole thing, and had to be taught and guided. And you werenât all that trustworthy at first, were you?â
âNot at all,â Jongup smirked a little, remembering, âAnd I wonder how the hell you thought keeping me around was a good idea. After all, I repaid you with nothing more or less than an attempted betrayal after these countless years youâd spent looking out for me.â
Yeah, this is exactly what he meany by the phrase ânothing goes right, at least if itâs Jongup relatedâ. After all, he did get into this business after a gang had forcefully made their way into his home years ago, taking a hold of him and his brother and sparing no one else in his family as they only needed a few new people, and both boys were quite excellent shots, doing it as a hobby. After all, he did go against the people who broke his life to get picked up by Himchan in order to be a part of what later was known to become B.A.P, and he did try to go against them at some point not too long ago as well.
No, he never went against them. That was a whole other story, as he was more than sure he would be able to manage on his own. To save his brother, not letting the closest people in his life get in danger meanwhile.Â
He failed at both. And now the last thing he had left had slipped away from him as well. You.
âSay, Himchan. How have you managed to stay sane for this long?â Jongup seemingly carelessly questioned, looking away into the distance, âYouâd been at this for much longer than I have, and Iâll be long underground while youâll still be running around, giving out commands and taking shots for your people. Youâve got more scars than I thought could fit on a human body, and yet you still wake up every morning thinking it was worth getting all of those.â
âI had nothing to lose from the very start,â as Jongupâs stare landed on Himchan, he saw a sad smile on his model-like face, âAnd now, even though Iâve gained a few things close to my heart, Iâve just learned to cope I guess.â
They wandered in silence for a while, waiting for a sign of the world or for mastermind-Youngjae-yours-truly to hit them up, telling them to hurry in a certain direction and, as always, be there just in time to fix things up. But there was nothing.
âHow much do you love her?â
He thought about it. What started off as an experiment - as something temporary that wouldnât stick around in his life for long - turned out to become the main base and foundation for it. Heâd been blindly walking on, waking up every day without a real purpose. The wish to stay alive for himself had died down long ago, and after the death of his brother, you were the only thing left for him in this whole world.
You were more than a girlfriend. More than a simple lover, as he was convinced you treated him like a king instead of simply treating him like your man. He had suddenly possessed the whole world when you kissed him for the first time, and every single moment he spent wrapped up in your arms he recalled what he had woken up for that morning.
He woke up because you were counting on him. Because you loved him the way no one else did, and he cared about you the same way he did about B.A.P, not caring about the rest of the world at all.
âWith all of my fucked up heart.â
âAt least what weâre doing now is worth it then-â
Himchan got cut off by a phone ringing. Youngjae.
âOneâs two blocks away from you, to the left,â he quickly announced, speaking quietly, âIâve tracked down another two. Me and Dae have taken over following those, and you could catch onto this lad with ease. Iâm still trying to find something for Yongguk and Junhong to do, but-â
âHave you forgotten?â Himchan calmly and quietly asked, âWe had talked this out. (Y/N) first, then the gang-â
âNono, wait, it gets better,â he said, creating a dramatic pause. If there was one thing that was horribly off about Youngjae, it was his way of telling information. He often had to be reminded to spare the drama and simply tell everything in three sentences, instead of making it his little performance of what already sounded like a Greek tragedy at that point.
âThey all seem to be heading in the same direction. Consider this - this might be (Y/N) related, and, even if it isnât, we could simply either keep an eye on them from there on, or could make it quick and get rid of them while theyâre all together, eliminating the danger and continuing to search for (Y/N) while being calm at heart.â
âGood point,â Himchan considered, agreeing just a second later and promising to stay in reach in case something happened, being already taught by his past experiences that putting his phone on silent before sneaking up to someone was a necessity.
âYou know, I like learning new things from time to time, even though I havenât been that good at anything Iâve picked up recently,â Himchan smirked as they spotted the right guy, staying behind a street corner in order to throw around some last sentences, âSo say, would you mind teaching me how to sneak around, since youâre basically able to transform into a shadow when needed?â
âJust do the same as I, itâs easy,â Jongup spared the cockier responses for later, quietly emerging from the corner and making sure to be hidden in the shadows, being closely followed by Himchan.
It took them circa 10 minutes to get to the right location, and, upon seeing you, Jongup had to be held by Himchan in order to not run out in the middle of this gathering and shoot everyone, inevitably getting shot himself and dying on spot.
âKeep it together,â the leader hissed right into his ear, blocking him from punching him right in the gut for doing so, âMind over emotions.â
Himchan simply didnât understand, did he?
Your frame looked so broken and lifeless, yanked up to be held in a standing position by a guy who was holding you by your hair. Jongup hissed at the sight, remembering how he always buried half his face in your hair, or stroked it on late nights when you couldnât fall asleep, holding you close and trying to cope with your intoxicating presence. Seeing it all tangled up and harshly held by that guyâs hand seemed so wrong, and he had a burning desire to shoot him first for doing this to you.
âDo I have permission to cut off his hand while heâs still taking his last breaths?â Jongup hissed through gritted teeth, just to hear âOnly if you want to scare (Y/N) off even more by your murderous and monstrous nature, you freak,â in return.
âOkay, maybe not,â he said quietly, narrowing his eyes to make out everything in front of him.
âIs this her?â Himchan recognized the face of the speaker. Not taking down the second in line of command was always a risky thing to do, as the second ones always knew just as good as the real leaders. He himself used to be second too, so he should know best out of everyone.
The guy who got asked stepped up, and Jongup immediately recognized him.
âWho shot at him?â Himchan asked quietly, immediately understanding that this guy had participated in the gunfight earlier today and not taking his eyes off the bandaged bruise on his shoulder and the other one on his leg.
âDaehyun, I think.â
âRemind me to teach him how to aim properly when weâll come back. Looks like heâs still lacking tons.â
âYeah, thatâs the bitch,â he said carelessly, his voice cracking mid-sentence, âThe little dude kept calling her to come back, but she just ran away. I mean, Iâd be scared of him as well - looks like heâs got nothing on his mind but murder. But she must be quite important to him in that case, as I donât think he would just run after anybody, really.â
âSay, sweetheart, what are you exactly to him? Jongup, if Iâm not mistaken,â the guy who held you by your hair lifted his hand up a little, making you groan in pain as your feet almost disconnected from the ground.
âSpeak, pretty face. If you wonât, we have no reason of keeping you in a breathing state,â he said, making some tears build up in your eyes.
âI-Iâm.. No one, really,â you said through tears, âIt really doesnât matter. Whatever I was, I am not anymore.â
Jongup felt his heart breaking into a thousand different pieces after that sentence, but he understood clearly. You had all the right to say that, after all heâd done to you. You had all the rights to hate him.
âDoesnât look like he thinks this way though,â the guy made you face him, looking straight into you bloodshot, tear-strained eyes as you took a shaky breath, âI know guys like him. Heâs far from being the first one, and even further from being the last. They donât care up until a certain moment, when something catches their attention. And in case you are this âone and only thingâ he treasures in this life, you could be of great use. A nice bait.â
âA fucking bait, do you hear,â Jongupâs rising anger wouldâve concerned Himchan at any other given situation, but now it seemed to be quite useful, so he didnât complain, âIf sheâs a bait, heâs going to be fish food when Iâll be done with him.â
âIâve seen enough,â Himchan announced, making sure to talk quietly but close to Jongupâs ear, so heâd hear every detail, âGo out and be the knight in shining armor, itâs your time to shine. Just remember that youâre not alone in this. Weâre all in position, and can be used to the full extent at any time. Jae and Dae are on the far right, could take care of those two. Bang and Junhong should be on the other side, closer to the three gathered on the left. Weâre center. Youâre on the front, Iâm backup.â
Jongup took a look around, surprised to see his comrades gleaming out of the shadows at the exact spots Himchan said they were at. They were more than simply hard to spot, but when he noticed them and let their current positions sink into his mind, he took a deep breath. They were all in formation, waiting for him and not Himchan or anyone else this time. He had to start.
Itâs about to be game over. And not for him.
âHey, look, the baitâs been successful already,â the wounded guy called out as Jongup stepped into the scene, as quiet as ever.Â
Your eyes met, and he saw the rollercoaster of emotions you were going through. Not knowing if you should feel relieved or burdened by his presence. Not knowing if heâd walk out there and lie when he announced heâd save you, or if heâd say the truth.
Not knowing if you wanted to be saved by him, or saved at all, as you were so, so tired of this.
âI wouldnât call it successful though. Looks like we only caught, like, a pathetic goldfish or something, and nothing more,â the guy who was holding you yanked your hair once again, causing you to silently gasp and almost cry out.
âCome on, sweetheart. Let him hear you. Let him know what heâd caused-â
âCall me a goldfish again and Iâll tear you apart like the fucking great white shark that I am if weâre already acting dumb and comparing ourselves to sea creatures,â his tone scared you, sending chills down your spine. He stopped a few meters in front of them, eyeing his surroundings up and down once more.
âAnd get your hands off of my girl if you want them to stay attached to your body.â
He indeed knew how to look flawlessly intimidating. Without being the tallest and most tough looking, he still knew how to set unease into everyone who took a look at his slightly curled lips. The way his hips gracefully swung from side to side as he walked slowly and lazily, letting a tattooed hand go through his jet blue locks of hair, making them fall back perfectly in place. The way his bloodlust could be seen from afar, and the way this couldnât possibly unfold well. Not with him on the scene.
A gun was suddenly pointed at the nearby bushes on the right, and a second passed until Jongup finally heard it, wanting to smash the person causing the sound in the face with a rock or anything else he had by hand, really.
It was Youngjae, laughing hysterically.
âOh God, a great white,â he basically had tears of joy rolling down his cheeks while all guns were pointed at him, all of the people who were holding them trying to understand if he was in his right mind or not, âA great white. Do you hear yourself!? It sounds so lame, I canât.â
It took Jongup a moment to process all that was happening around him. Youngjae was nowhere near dumb, and had a good reasoning behind his hysteric laughing. There were few gangs who went straight to the dirty work of trying to get rid of one another. The first bit of the encounter was the most pleasant and satisfying one, as well as the entertaining one - the smart talk and the showing off with words. The bit where you had to irritate each other with harsh, sarcastic sentences so you had an actual reason to shoot. Jongupâs stare hadnât left yours all this time he was there, and now, when he finally broke eye contact in order to look around a little, he noticed all of the attention being on Youngjae instead of him.
He wasnât stupid after all. Taking all of the attention to himself in order to give Jongup a free ticket to get a hold of you.
âHey, y-âÂ
Shoot.
Youâd just seen this a few hours ago, and werenât prepared to see it again. You remembered this all too well - in fact, the only memories you certainly knew werenât lies were of Jongup causing mad havoc, killing everyone and everything in his way. The wounded guy fell right on the ground, landing perfectly in front of your feet with a large, visible shot wound that, once again, just like the first time Jongup had saved you from a gang member, went all the way through his head in between his eyebrows.
You felt yourself losing it when the grip of the guy who was previously holding you in place softened, and he, soon enough, fell to the ground as well, holding onto his chest tightly. Your knees gave out the second you were left without any support, and you were ready to crash with the ground. To fall, and hopefully fall unconscious and never wake up again, because you were so, so tired.Â
The cold had been eating away at you for this whole time, and you couldnât quite feel half your body anymore. Plus, all of these emotions you were suddenly going through, and the shock of realizing youâve been living in lies for this whole time. It all had taken itâs toll on you, and you were left suffering as much as ever, not caring about anything, but most of all - yourself.
âBabygirl, hold on.â
His arms wrapped around you before your frame could hit the ground, and he pinned you tightly to his chest, dragging you off into hideout as fast as he could. In your dazed state, you could only look over his shoulder and try to understand what was happening out there.
You wondered how youâd never noticed before. It wasnât just him and Youngjae - the whole of B.A.P was here. Al of them fighting so you could come out of this alive.
âJongup-ah.. I-Iâm not you b-babygirl..â you managed to get over your lips as he got you in a safe zone, holding your shivering frame to his surprisingly warm one and being careful to shoot at everything and everyone that came his way. Your words struck through him like lightning, but he understood completely. And the thing he understood even more than this was the fact there was no time now to think about his feeling and how you hurt them. The main focus had to be saving you.
He wanted to run away.
He had been dreaming of the day where he is finally free from his father, and his wretched plans.
Jongup decided to live his life, his way.
Jongup didnât want to be the mafiaâs son.
Jongup refuses to be binded with the dark secrets his family is known for.
And because he was raised in discreet, thereâs so few people who knew about his existence. The man his father was friendâs with, the Congressmen; his son, and Zelo was those few people Jongup had contacts with. His fatherâs underlings are not to speak with him. So Jongup was used to be with himself. The only friend he had was Zelo, but even that didnât guarantee him, Zeloâs true intuition. Lee Jaehan had wealth, larger than the nation itself. And it was all for Jongup and the organization he was bound to lead.
But it was the throne that Jongup refused to reign.
On a fine morning of a dewy spring, Jongup was awake before everyone else, creaked before the door of the room he shared with Zelo. He was going to escape. Zelo sat up upon the door being open. âIf you stop meâŚâ Jongup threatened, and Zelo cowered. Jongup took his backpack, shut the door behind him, he turns sideway to see if thereâs anyone watching. Like the tattoo on his neck, the compass, he will find his own way out.
He will escape this broken life, and live the life he wanted to live.
At dawn, his fatherâs men realized his disappearance. Jongup barely made it through the territorial barriers. He had never left Busan before, and heâs about to. Suited man started to flock the city, armed and with a laser-looking eyes, scanning people around, searching for a young men the boss wanted alive, no matter what. Jongup inhales deeply and sprinted towards a stopping bullet train. Without tickets, he jumps over the fences and sped through a flock of people getting out of the train and just enough time for him to enter, before the door flaps closes.
The men his father sent couldnât detect him.
âI think he had escaped Busan!â The man told his father through a phone call. Lee Jaehan threw his phone to the concrete wall and it shattered into pieces upon contact to the marbled floor. Zelo stayed put and witnessed the whole ordeal without a word. âThat insolent boy, always had the beef to do things his way!â Lee Jaehan roared and the shrilling voice made Zelo shuddered. What will Jaehan do, to the naming of the next leader ceremony, this coming month? With his sole heir to the âbloodied chairâ missing, how will he face his members?
Jongup hid in the bathroom marked âOut of Serviceâ. He had no IDs, no certificates, nothing. He only brought himself some clothes, some money he stole from his fatherâs safe deposits, some flip-knife. His plans were going smoothly, so far.
He sat on the toilet seat for minutes, hours. Wondering about his next step. He knows his âfamilyâ is getting closer with each passing second but with no exact destination, he was forced to ponder against the view of the dull, vandalized cubicle walls to decide his fate. And as though the God had things against him, it started to rain heavily. Jongup hesitated to step outside the only shed he had foundâthe train station, but thought that if he had stayed any longer, he would have been found.
The train station had just been surrounded by mysterious black cars and men in black suits. It didnât take a lot for Jongup to realize that it was his fatherâs men. Jongup held his heart in his throat and leaped forward in the pouring rain, stepping on a muddy puddle in his wake. A dozen suited men, glances around the area to see a suspicious young men. One of them presses his finger into his ear piece and with the urgency in his voice, he alerted, âZero sight. He probably had escaped.â
On the receiving end, Zelo sat huffed in his black dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up his elbows and with a frustrated expression on his face, he rips off his ear-piece and threw it against the back of the front seat. He didnât know what bothered him moreâ the fact that Jongup had successfully escaped the turf he had always wanted to be free from, or the fact that he had to waste his time, searching for Jongup, for him to take the position he had been eyeing for a long time.
Zelo was conflicted. He should be happy. He should be thankful that Jongup went out of his way to give him the position he had been trained for, for life. But he wasnât happy. In fact, he was devastated. His life was set and he didnât like it. But who will be there to save him? He knows Lee Jaehan doesnât want him on top, how will Jongupâs disappearance will make any difference to the situation?
The rivals shall never know. Especially Himchanâs parents. Lee Jaehan will lose face. Without an heir, the clan is weak and can be taken over, at any given time. The news of Jongupâs disappearance will shake the dark market and for sure will exhilarate unnamed individual. Lots of unnamed individuals.
Jongupâs selfishness has brought him as far as his feet could take him. He woke up by the bus station, and with the sun peeking through the dawn clouds, he was back on his feet, heading to the city. Jongup knows that the only way to stay alive, to be in crowded places. At least then, they wonât be able to pull out a gun. Maybe they donât have the intention to hurt him, but his father would be fine with his son, limping. His organization is more important than his sonâs limbs. Jongup can prove that with the scars he had since young.
The dragon tattoos that slither around his back, the carving of Japanese kanji along his backbone and the scorpion on his right ankle. Jongup was âstainedâ. And as if that wasnât enough, he decided to have a tattoo on his neckâa compass, and it was the only tattoo that defined him. Jongup fastened his bag tighter to his shoulders, and his eyes were wild, as to keep himself on his toes. He kept a steady but a haste pace, compared to others on that street. He stand out with his striking blue hair and as if he knows that will expose him, he quickly snatches a cap sold by the roadside when the seller wasnât looking.
He placed them on and sped off, undetected.
But his luck ran out when a policemen noticed. They called out to him, âHey!â
Jongup sprinted like no tomorrow. And because of his combat skills, and trainings, he easily snoop around the city. But the policemen were equally as good. Jongup had to smart his way out. And in an unfamiliar surroundings, he hesitated a lot. He goes into a busy street and headed west to a low-cost and congested apartment full of foreigners. He leaps off the rooftop, one building to another with the parkour skills he learnt from the TV. He rolls over the other building as the policeman couldnât do the same. He accidentally placed his palm on sharks of broken glass as he tries to get up and charged ahead on the only door there.
But when he opened that door, another policemen was standing there and lunges a full-blown punch on the side of his lips. Jongup flown backwards with his back supporting the fall, barely. Jongup, born a fighter, got back on his two-feet as the policemen readies himself for a hand to hand combat. Jongup threw his bag to the side, and smirked. ââŚwell, okay.â His eyes covered by the cap. The policemen couldnât see his face.
Jongup is a skilled fighter. His punches were quick and precise and he always hits where it hurts the most. With just a set of punches, the policemen was grunting as he held his ribcage. The policemen then curled into a ball and whimpered, blood spilling out his mouth. Jongup wipes his blood with the back of his hand and retain his bag from the dirty floor of the rooftop and continued his uncertain journey.
He wiped his dusty face with his dusty hands and kept on walking through unfamiliar alley. And as he breezed through the semi-occupied street, he notices that the number of police officers were increasing. He hid behind an abandoned hawker stall to keep observing. One of the officer uncaps his cap and fastened them on as he starts speaking to his partner. They were both young, most probably rookies.
They wore glow in the dark vests in broad daylight. Their badge glints at the contact of the sun. Jongup peeled his eyes for an escape route. The longer he stays, the less the chance to escape. It looks like they will be securing the perimeters quite terribly soon. The officer threw his hand behind his neck and scratches them while pulling his collars down a bit. Jongup could see that there was a tip of what seems to be a tattoo.
Quite similar to his.
He didnât waste a second but his actions prove to be suspicious because young kids pointed their fingers at him and alert the officers. And he was again, on the run. This time, the escape wasnât as smooth. He kept tumbling over things, holes on the road, hustling through the unsuspecting crowd, falling over his own steps, as the officers came after him. His third fall was because he collided with an oncoming bicycle, he scratched his face, bruises already started forming.
But Jongup didnât have time to slow down. He kept going. The journey dragged into the night, rain starts to drizzle down, and theyâre starting to hurt the long abrasion along his forearm from the collision with the bicycle rider before.
Neon blinking lights on the side, turns on. It says âPharmacyâ. He dashed pass an old couple as they leave the said pharmacy. He climbed up the stairs in a hurry, knowing that the officers are behind him. He passed level after level of the apartment and with his enemies tailing him, he knocked on one of the doors there. He wanted to bang on them but thought that it would compromise him more. So he gave a subtle knock and thank goodness.
Someone opened their door.
You were surprised but Jongup fell at your doorstep. He was pale, bloodied and exhausted, he collapse to his knees and you had to pull his body in and shut the door behind you. Severed lips and abrasion covering his forearms, this person is enduring this much of pain. Scratches on his faded jeans suggests his long journey and it didnât cross your mind that he might be dangerous. Compass tattoo on his neck. His electrifying blue hair. Who is this person.
The officers who went after Jongup, passes the door.
Jongup woke up to the view of an unfamiliar ceiling. He hiked in a sharp breath and he felt a digging pain in his chest every time he breathed. He came down with a fever shortly after and he couldnât say a word. He was weak. The wounds caused by sharks of glasses that he set his palm on, had become infected and thus, made him ill. He didnât sanitize it right away. You walked in with some medication and porridge. A glass of water in the tray for him.
He was feverish for days. And when you told him to see the doctor, he curls to his side, begging you that he wonât. Jongupâs only reason is because he would have been found if he did. His father has eyes and ears around the nation. Jongup realises that you held a name card a lot of time. And one day, you finally called that number. But when this person came, you told Jongup to stay quiet and act like heâs not here.
He didnât understand but he was not in the position to ask more than he was offered. He was indebt with your kindness. But he knew that this Bang Yongguk isnât just friends. The conversation suggests.
And Jongup knows one thing. That he sleeps better with you around. The absence of a mother-figure since young probably had made him tougher than he should have been. The lack of trust, growing up, must have made him desperate for a sense of securityâ all of which, you had generously given to him.
And as your relationship with him blossomed, he sheds his shell, bit by bit. And soon, he was crazy about you. He wanted to protect, to love, to nurture. To give back what heâs given. But you keep a million of secrets. Although the fact that he could have given up and settled with simpler girls out there, Jongup didnât have the heart. Jongupâs heart wouldnât let go of you.
He knows it when he sleeps last night, he heard whimpers next to the bed you shared. You were crying and you repeatedly say that you were sorry. âIâm leaving, Jongup. I canât stay here.â You cries in whispers. âI canât tell you anything more⌠the only thatâs keeping you safe is that you donât know anything.â You added.
Jongup woke up this morning to a kiss just like a whisper. An empty suitcase, and he knew that you were gone. But Jongup didnât want to conclude anything until he spoke to the pharmacy you frequent to. But his options were running out when he saw the pharmacy closed. A week after that, two weeks after that⌠three. Jongup stared at the name card with Bang Yonggukâs name and he lunges out the main door of your apartment.
Yongguk didnât necessarily welcomed him in a hug. In fact, he threw a punch across Jongupâs face the moment Jongup told him about your relationship with him. But it was the truth. Youâre in love with Jongup.
Days gone missing: 117
Jongup stood at a train station he escaped from, many months before. And at the opposite side of the station he saw a disoriented and confused young lady with torn cloth at the shoulders. Her skin were scarred with abrasions. And Jongup was stunned. She ran her hands through her hair, and her tear-stained face were unmistakably, you.
You held on a black bag. Jongupâs heart paces rapidly. He wanted to jump over the barriers and get to you. You glide your eyes to each side thinking that you might be followed. You darted your eyes straight ahead and you saw him. âJongup.â The name stuck on the tip of your tongue. Jongup eyes started to turn glassy.
âWhere are you going!â He roared, desperately. Your eyes stinging from the pain of not wanting to blink, because you were afraid that if you did, heâs disappear. A child knocked you by your thighs, and you realised that you werenât dreaming.
Jongup asked, âWhy are you running awayâŚâ
You blinked and the tears fall on each side, âI was born to live this way. Bad manâs going to take me away,â you cried, fighting the noise from your surrounding. He was so close yet so far.
âI wonât let that happen to you! You know that, donât you?!â Jongup begged.
You looked at him with pleading eyes. âIâm a very dangerous person to be withâŚâ you whimpered. âI shouldnât have loved you.â You added. âNoâdonât say something like that. Please donât say that.â Jongupâs feet passes the yellow line and the indicator buzzed so he had to step back. Trains from either side had started coming and stopping. But Jongup didnât get on. Because he was certain that you wouldnât get on.
But when both of the train passes, you were gone.
He hurried to ask the guards, âWhere is that train going toâŚâ
Pohang. Theyâre going to Pohang.
But no.
Your eyes were wild and your mouth was covered by hand. Your screams were muffled by the gloves. And towering behind you was⌠a blonde tall lad. âNow we know where he is, alert father.â Choi Junhong, no, Zelo, commanded his men.
Zelo made you as bait. He wants to bring Jongup home, no matter how wretched his methods are. All because he wanted recognition from Lee Jaehan. That was all he was concerned of.Â
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Who wouldâve thought that you and I would go together
I used to be comfortable being alone
Girls didnât suit me
I wasnât lonely, you didnât catch my eye
You were pretty but
As always, I thought you would just pass by
The second he walked out on stage, he saw you. Not in one of those âweâre in a crowded room but I feel like weâre the only two people hereâ kind of way. You were just stunningly beautiful, and you were kind of sitting right in the center of the club where he always looked while he was singing.
You were just another listener in the audience, but you were nice to look at.
He never wouldâve thought you two would end up where you did.
Now, whatever you do
Whatever it is, I like like that (like that)
Now without any interveners
I want to be alone with you
You came up to him after his set. Right after he left the stage, he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder.
There you were when he turned around, a bright smile on your red lips.
âYou were incredible,â you said, sounding just a bit breathless. âTruly, the most wonderful voice Iâve ever heard.â
âOh,â Jongup chuckled, feeling his cheeks getting warm. âThank you.â
And then... since you were so gorgeous, he decided to take a chance.
He held his hand out toward you, a half-smile pulling at his lips. âIâm Jongup.â
âY/N,â you replied, stepping closer as the band started to play again.
The sudden cacophony right behind you two spurred Jongup to take yet another chance.
âDo you... want to go someplace quiet?â
For a second, he thought heâd scared you away or creeped you out, but... you nodded. âI would love to.â
Right now,
Hold tight to me and stay like that
Right now,
When we lock eyes
Remember this, know this
I want us
To get closer girl
You came back to the club the next night, and the night after that, and the night after that. And thatâs when Jongup finally found the nerve to invite you back to his apartment.
âI donât think thatâs a good idea,â you whispered, your lips brushing over his in the alleyway outside of the speakeasy, your hands trailing from his jaw, down his neck to his chest. âItâs too late... what if someone sees?â
âCome on,â Jongup chuckled, his hands gripping your waist underneath your coat. âItâs freezing out here, and itâs Halloween. People are out partying, they wonât even notice.â
And if you kept touching him like that, he would either have to send you home or bring you home.
Where I go, I wish you were there
Iâve never been like this before
Without you,
I felt empty
I wish you would be bored whenever Iâm not around
I wanna hold your hand and go somewhere
Contrary to his initial opinion of you, that you were just another member in the audience, a pretty face, he now knew you were different. You werenât like any other girl heâd ever met - or like any other person heâd ever met.
The way he felt when he was with you was... heâd never experienced it before, and he somehow knew he never would again.
You were on his mind every single night as he sang at the speakeasy, and the nights you couldnât make it to the club or over to his apartment, he wished you were there.
He never told you this, but by the time December rolled around, he was actually starting to imagine spending his life with you. Taking you to places youâd never been, spoiling you with gifts, treating you like a Queen.
When you look at me with those eyes
I canât forget,
I stayed up all night
I wondered if this was real
Listen to me girl
The only reason you had decided to spend the night was because it was Christmas Eve. You were in a generous mood, and... well, you wanted to spend Christmas with Jongup. You were fairly certain you were falling in love with him.
And in these uncertain times, you wanted to hold onto any positivity you could get.
âDo you think...â you asked softly through the darkness. Jongup turned on his side to face you, reaching up to trace a finger over your nose. âDo you think things over there will get better soon?â
âOver where?â
âWith... the Nazis.â
Jongup let out a soft sigh, moving to slide his arm over your waist and pulling you close to him. âDonât worry about that, baby. Itâs not our war to fight, thereâs nothing we can do.â
âWell, yeah, but... donât you think we should do something?â
âItâs Christmas,â he whispered, tilting his head to kiss your lips tenderly. âStop thinking about it.â
You stopped talking about it, but... you couldnât stop thinking about it. You knew it wasnât right, and while Jongup might be right - it wasnât your war to fight - you still wondered if there was something you could do.
âJust stay with me,â Jongup murmured as he closed his eyes to go to sleep. âRight here.â
Right now,
Hold tight to me and stay like that
Right now,
When we lock eyes
Remember this, know this
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How about an Jongup!fairy AU? PLEAASE, you're my favourite writers on this site <3
Here you go, anon! I hope you like it!
Genre: Fairy!AU
Pairing: Jongup x You
By Admin B
All your life, your parents, your friends, your aunts, uncles, cousins, every single fellow Leprechaun you knew, had told you that Fairies were evil. They were snobbish, elitist, holier-than-thou prudes who viewed Leprechauns as exactly the opposite. Which you werenât, of course.
You were normal! At least, you thought you were normal. And, yes, some of your relatives could be a bit... loud. And annoying. But only when they drank too much.
...Which was every day ending in âY.â But, whatever.
You were a very average, normal, not dumb, not crude, not barbaric Leprechaun.
And you just so happened to be in love with a Fairy.
His name was Jongup, and he was actually, sort of, kind of the... Prince of the Fairies? So, technically, his name was Prince Jongup. But he insisted you leave off the âPrinceâ when you were together. He said he didnât want to be royalty around you; he wanted to just be himself, and you were okay with that. More than okay!Â
Because you loved him for him, not his title. You loved that he really was the opposite of how youâd always viewed Fairies growing up. He was a bit clueless, he never got upset about anything, and he definitely didnât think he was better than you in any way. (Even though he was certainly better looking, but you did realize that was a somewhat objective statement.)
You thought about his good looks as you waited for him at your favorite, secret meeting spot - a long-dead tree stump most everyone else in the world had forgotten about. You sat on the stump, kicking your heels against the bark and looking up at the stars through the surrounding trees. But instead of seeing the stars, you were imagining Jongupâs face. His angular jaw, his plush lips, the mole on the bridge of his nose... There was nothing you didnât like about his face.
And then all of a sudden, his face was actually there.
You let out a yelp, almost falling off the stump as Jongup let out a soft chuckle.
âI didnât mean to scare you,â he said, landing on the stump next to you. âSorry Iâm a little late. My parents caught me as I was sneaking out.â
âOh, no!â you exclaimed, your brow furrowing with worry. âWhat did you tell them?â
âI said I was going to meet a girl.â
âWhat?! Jongup!â
âI didnât say who,â he assured you. âIâm not that dumb.â
âBut now your parents will expect to meet this girl,â you pointed out. âThis girl, by the way, is me. A Leprechaun. Not a Fairy.â
â...Well, yeah. But what if they donât care that youâre a Leprechaun?â
You pursed your lips and raised your eyebrows at him.
âWeâll worry about it when we get there,â he assured you, reaching his hand out toward you. âCome on.â
âCome on? Where are we going?â you asked, taking his proffered hand and standing up next to him.
âYou were looking up at the stars before I got here, right?â
âI was.â
âIâm going to take you to the best place in this whole country to see the stars.â
He slid an arm around your waist, and you held onto his neck as his wings began to flutter. You clutched to him tightly, trying to ignore your racing heart as he lifted you off the ground and flew you up toward the treetops.
Jongup flew you up to the very top of the tallest tree, brushing off a leaf for you to sit on. From here, not only did you have a perfect view of the stars, but you could see for miles in every direction. The rolling hills, the small cottages, the animals grazing or sleeping... It was beautiful.
You never really got to see your home like this because you were stuck on the ground. And everything was so much bigger and taller than you, it was difficult to see... well, anything really.Â
And maybe thatâs why you loved Jongup so much. Not only was he just a lovely person, but he was able to help you see things youâd never seen before. He gave you a new perspective of the world, quite literally.
When he sat down next to you, you reached out and pulled him closer, smiling softly.
âI love you,â you told him as you took his hand and linked your fingers together.
âI love you, too,â he replied with a little chuckle. He leaned in, kissing you softly a few times before tilting his head to look up at the stars.
Your quiet conversation completely drowned out the murmur of wings fluttering nearby.
âOh, heâs in for it,â Jongupâs cousin, and second in line for the throne, muttered with an evil smirk. He shook his head before turning and flying off toward the direction of the Fairy Castle.
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