#jongup au

“I mean.. I guess so. How else could’ve I possibly felt?” You questioned, seeing him smile a little.

“Let 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,” he made you feel a thousand different loving feelings with simple, blunt lies, “Even if you won’t remember, I’ll bring you back to the way you were. I’ll make you feel it all once again.”

“Entrust yourself to me, babygirl,” his tone was near intoxicating, and this was when you swore you would do anything for him. He’d 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 wouldn’t be able to do that. As days passed but the memories didn’t 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 couldn’t 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 wasn’t 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.

“Jongup-ah.. How could you.. I-I..” 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 didn’t 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 he’d 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 you’d 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 hadn’t taken absolutely anything along with you, and were freezing because you didn’t 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.

You’d asked him about your parents and relatives, and he’d always said you didn’t have a lot of relatives - in fact, most of them you either didn’t communicate with or they were far away. When it came to your parents, he told you he didn’t know them, because even after such a long time spent together you didn’t think it was necessary to introduce him to them, saying you didn’t have a good relationship with them and that you rarely ever communicated. He’d told you that you didn’t 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 didn’t, and you were left waiting, making Jongup lose his mind in another part of the city meanwhile.

“Hey, Himchan hyung,” 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.

“How do we make him stop?”

“You tell me,” Himchan turned away again, reaching for the almost cold coffee that was seated on the nearby table with his right hand, “To be completely honest, I myself wouldn’t really want to go in there right now.”

“Treasuring life much, aren’t ya?” Youngjae threw out confidently, just to understand his mistake seconds later when four other men were glaring at him.

“.. hyung,” he added, knowing this didn’t change his disrespectful remark, but at least made it seem like he had understood his mistake.

“Too bad I treasure your life more than mine,” 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.

“I’ll take care of it,” Yongguk quietly said pushing Himchan back a little as he himself moved forward, opening the door and walking in, “You’re getting too soft nowadays anyways, I don’t want this to stretch on for hours.”

“As you wish,” Himchan smirked, knowing this was about to be settled down quickly and without any additional issues. He indeed was leaning more forwards to the “let a person figure their own emotions out before continuing further on or confronting them” 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 gang’s issues for the first time in months, Himchan couldn’t 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.

“Stop screaming,” 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.

“Does it bother you, you hippie!?” Jongup’s 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.

“This is a first time, I have to admit,” Yongguk said as calm and as ever, showing no signs of fear or anger whatsoever, “Over 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-”

“Oh, shut it!” Jongup’s frame yanked up, and within seconds he was face-to-face with Yongguk.

“Or else..?” Yongguk wasn’t 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, “What 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?”

“Should we go and help..?” Daehyun thought out loud while inspecting the situation through the glass door. Himchan’s little laugh made the heads of the other three turn, and he looked at them with solitude and slight amusement.

“If there’s one person who can handle everything on their own, it is him.”

“You sure, hyung?” Junhong questioned, earning an approving half-smile from Himchan.

“I’m more than certain. He’d saved me so much trouble in the old days, I can’t ever thank him enough for simply being the way he is.”

“Say, what are you flipping out about so much?” Yongguk had meanwhile tilted his head to the side, frustrating Jongup even more, “There wasn’t 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-”

“It’s not about myself..”

His voice was quiet, to the point it sounded almost faded. Yongguk’s stare didn’t display it, but even he had to admit he was surprised, as this happened only very rarely and occasionally.

“She’s out there, somewhere,” he said, letting a shaky breath escape him, “And I have absolutely no clue where she is. She doesn’t properly know anyone but me in this world, and she’s got nothing with her.”

“Jongup, I’m aware, but-”

“Don’t say anything, I got it,” he interrupted, this being the first time he was allowed to do it ever, “I’m a fool and an idiot. I act upon emotion and don’t think of consequences. I’m not even asking for help here. Not yet, at least. I just need t-to… to calm-m down enough to go and..”

“Yongguk hyung, I need to find her,” his eyes were pleading for something among the lines of allowance, and he simply stayed silent and waited.

“How does it feel, being so caught up in emotions?” Yongguk’s hand lightly landed on his shoulder, squeezing it a little, “To be honest, I think it scares you, and makes you only more frustrated, knowing you are this way even though you aren’t supposed to be. Get it together now though. We’ll help, there’s not much to do around here anymore anyways, and with our schedule I’ve 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.”

Himchan’s 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.

“What now?”

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.

“It’s been an hour only, maybe a little more, so don’t break your heart over it just yet. Let’s start from the very beginning,” Himchan instructed, making everyone look up at him and what he had to say, “What came first and when exactly?”

Youngjae spoke first.

“Me 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.”

“Those guys.. How about a little more specific? Who do you mean by that?”

“You know them, better than me or any of us, really. The leader’s 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 don’t remember his name, but he himself is quite unforgettable already, isn’t he?” Youngjae said casually, pausing a little when he saw Himchan’s face.

“Himchan-ah, this is not a time to laugh,” Yongguk quietly remarked, but that only made his laugh slightly increase in volume, making Junhong and Daehyun let out a chuckle as well.

“I’m sorry, everyone,” he raised a hand in apology, collecting himself within seconds, “I’ll just never get used to that fashion.”

“You won’t have to, I’m pretty sure he’s dead,” Daehyun said out of nowhere, making Himchan simply nod.

“Too bad, I had nothing against him. But apparently he’d decided to take it against us. What a shame. Anyways, tell me what happened next. I’m quite curious how you were able to deal with a gang three times bigger than ours with such ease.”

“What do you mean by three times bigger, Himchan hyung?”

Silence hung in the air for a little while, as things started falling into the right places. Finally - a guideline. Himchan wasn’t about to let it slip.

“How many did you put out?”

All stares were directed at Jongup now. He hadn’t 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.

“Youngjae and Daehyun crashed my place, because they weren’t 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.”

“God, Dae, was it six or seven more outside the house later on?”

“Six, I believe. Including the bad-dye-job one,” Daehyun responded, correcting Youngjae’s 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.

“There should’ve been five more,” Himchan said cautiously, “Do you know what that means?”

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 should’ve.

“It means we have to move our asses at an alarmingly fast rate. She’s in danger if they know about her, and there’s like a ten percent possibility this could end well.”

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 wasn’t 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. 

“Let the main focus be finding her, for now at least,” Himchan instructed, securing his weapon, “But don’t let your guards down. I literally can’t provide any type of information now, and maybe what we’re about to do is going to eventually turn out to be a fool’s theater, but I think you’d 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.”

Yongguk ended up taking Junhong along and going to take a look at the area near Jongup’s 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 he’d 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 shouldn’t 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.

“I mean, she would’ve found out eventually anyways, right?”

“I don’t quite know the details of how a memory loss works, so I can’t really answer that. So maybe. All I know it that there’s no way Jongup will be able to return to that apartment ever again.”

“Reminds 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?”

“Ask Himchan, I don’t know. But reminds me of that time I had to play dead in order not to get “Wanted - Yoo Youngjae. 1,000,000 $ reward” plastered all over the city-”

“Aren’t you overpricing yourself a little?”

But the double combo that seemed to be the most invested into the whole situation simply had to be Jongup and Himchan.

“You’re coming with me,” Himchan had said earlier, “And I’ll keep an eye on you so you don’t do stupid stuff.” 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.

“How are you?” Himchan’s 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.

“Are you now a psychiatrist as well or what?” Jongup scoffed a little, but in the depths of his heart appreciated the fact someone worried about him.

“Ah, to be honest I think I should’ve taken you to a psychiatrist back then when I picked you up. Maybe things would’ve 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 weren’t all that trustworthy at first, were you?”

“Not at all,” Jongup smirked a little, remembering, “And 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 you’d spent looking out for me.”

Yeah, this is exactly what he meany by the phrase “nothing goes right, at least if it’s Jongup related”. 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. 

He failed at both. And now the last thing he had left had slipped away from him as well. You.

“Say, Himchan. How have you managed to stay sane for this long?” Jongup seemingly carelessly questioned, looking away into the distance, “You’d been at this for much longer than I have, and I’ll be long underground while you’ll still be running around, giving out commands and taking shots for your people. You’ve 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.”

“I had nothing to lose from the very start,” as Jongup’s stare landed on Himchan, he saw a sad smile on his model-like face, “And now, even though I’ve gained a few things close to my heart, I’ve just learned to cope I guess.”

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.

“How much do you love her?”

He thought about it. What started off as an experiment - as something temporary that wouldn’t stick around in his life for long - turned out to become the main base and foundation for it. He’d 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.

“With all of my fucked up heart.”

“At least what we’re doing now is worth it then-”

Himchan got cut off by a phone ringing. Youngjae.

“One’s two blocks away from you, to the left,” he quickly announced, speaking quietly, “I’ve tracked down another two. Me and Dae have taken over following those, and you could catch onto this lad with ease. I’m still trying to find something for Yongguk and Junhong to do, but-”

“Have you forgotten?” Himchan calmly and quietly asked, “We had talked this out. (Y/N) first, then the gang-”

“Nono, wait, it gets better,” 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.

“They all seem to be heading in the same direction. Consider this - this might be (Y/N) related, and, even if it isn’t, we could simply either keep an eye on them from there on, or could make it quick and get rid of them while they’re all together, eliminating the danger and continuing to search for (Y/N) while being calm at heart.”

“Good point,” 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.

“You know, I like learning new things from time to time, even though I haven’t been that good at anything I’ve picked up recently,” Himchan smirked as they spotted the right guy, staying behind a street corner in order to throw around some last sentences, “So say, would you mind teaching me how to sneak around, since you’re basically able to transform into a shadow when needed?”

“Just do the same as I, it’s easy,” 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.

“Keep it together,” the leader hissed right into his ear, blocking him from punching him right in the gut for doing so, “Mind over emotions.”

Himchan simply didn’t 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 couldn’t fall asleep, holding you close and trying to cope with your intoxicating presence. Seeing it all tangled up and harshly held by that guy’s hand seemed so wrong, and he had a burning desire to shoot him first for doing this to you.

“Do I have permission to cut off his hand while he’s still taking his last breaths?” Jongup hissed through gritted teeth, just to hear “Only if you want to scare (Y/N) off even more by your murderous and monstrous nature, you freak,” in return.

“Okay, maybe not,” he said quietly, narrowing his eyes to make out everything in front of him.

“Is this her?” 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.

“Who shot at him?” 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.

“Daehyun, I think.”

“Remind me to teach him how to aim properly when we’ll come back. Looks like he’s still lacking tons.”

“Yeah, that’s the bitch,” he said carelessly, his voice cracking mid-sentence, “The little dude kept calling her to come back, but she just ran away. I mean, I’d be scared of him as well - looks like he’s got nothing on his mind but murder. But she must be quite important to him in that case, as I don’t think he would just run after anybody, really.”

“Say, sweetheart, what are you exactly to him? Jongup, if I’m not mistaken,” 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.

“Speak, pretty face. If you won’t, we have no reason of keeping you in a breathing state,” he said, making some tears build up in your eyes.

“I-I’m.. No one, really,” you said through tears, “It really doesn’t matter. Whatever I was, I am not anymore.”

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 he’d done to you. You had all the rights to hate him.

“Doesn’t look like he thinks this way though,” the guy made you face him, looking straight into you bloodshot, tear-strained eyes as you took a shaky breath, “I know guys like him. He’s far from being the first one, and even further from being the last. They don’t care up until a certain moment, when something catches their attention. And in case you are this “one and only thing” he treasures in this life, you could be of great use. A nice bait.”

“A fucking bait, do you hear,” Jongup’s rising anger would’ve concerned Himchan at any other given situation, but now it seemed to be quite useful, so he didn’t complain, “If she’s a bait, he’s going to be fish food when I’ll be done with him.”

“I’ve seen enough,” Himchan announced, making sure to talk quietly but close to Jongup’s ear, so he’d hear every detail, “Go out and be the knight in shining armor, it’s your time to shine. Just remember that you’re not alone in this. We’re 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. We’re center. You’re on the front, I’m backup.”

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.

It’s about to be game over. And not for him.

“Hey, look, the bait’s been successful already,” the wounded guy called out as Jongup stepped into the scene, as quiet as ever. 

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 he’d walk out there and lie when he announced he’d save you, or if he’d 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.

“I wouldn’t call it successful though. Looks like we only caught, like, a pathetic goldfish or something, and nothing more,” the guy who was holding you yanked your hair once again, causing you to silently gasp and almost cry out.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let him hear you. Let him know what he’d caused-”

“Call me a goldfish again and I’ll tear you apart like the fucking great white shark that I am if we’re already acting dumb and comparing ourselves to sea creatures,” 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.

“And get your hands off of my girl if you want them to stay attached to your body.”

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 couldn’t 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.

“Oh God, a great white,” 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, “A great white. Do you hear yourself!? It sounds so lame, I can’t.”

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. Jongup’s stare hadn’t 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 wasn’t stupid after all. Taking all of the attention to himself in order to give Jongup a free ticket to get a hold of you.

“Hey, y-” 

Shoot.

You’d just seen this a few hours ago, and weren’t prepared to see it again. You remembered this all too well - in fact, the only memories you certainly knew weren’t 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. 

The cold had been eating away at you for this whole time, and you couldn’t quite feel half your body anymore. Plus, all of these emotions you were suddenly going through, and the shock of realizing you’ve been living in lies for this whole time. It all had taken it’s toll on you, and you were left suffering as much as ever, not caring about anything, but most of all - yourself.

“Babygirl, hold on.”

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 you’d never noticed before. It wasn’t just him and Youngjae - the whole of B.A.P was here. Al of them fighting so you could come out of this alive.

“Jongup-ah.. I-I’m not you b-babygirl..” 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.

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 ‘Prince’ when you were together. He said he didn’t want to be royalty around you; he wanted to just be himself, and you were okay with that. More than okay! 

Because you loved him for him, not his title. You loved that he really was the opposite of how you’d always viewed Fairies growing up. He was a bit clueless, he never got upset about anything, and he definitely didn’t 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 Jongup’s face. His angular jaw, his plush lips, the mole on the bridge of his nose... There was nothing you didn’t 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.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said, landing on the stump next to you. “Sorry I’m a little late. My parents caught me as I was sneaking out.”

“Oh, no!” you exclaimed, your brow furrowing with worry. “What did you tell them?”

“I said I was going to meet a girl.”

“What?! Jongup!”

“I didn’t say who,” he assured you. “I’m not that dumb.”

“But now your parents will expect to meet this girl,” you pointed out. “This girl, by the way, is me. A Leprechaun. Not a Fairy.”

“...Well, yeah. But what if they don’t care that you’re a Leprechaun?”

You pursed your lips and raised your eyebrows at him.

“We’ll worry about it when we get there,” he assured you, reaching his hand out toward you. “Come on.”

“Come on? Where are we going?” you asked, taking his proffered hand and standing up next to him.

“You were looking up at the stars before I got here, right?”

“I was.”

“I’m going to take you to the best place in this whole country to see the stars.”

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. 

And maybe that’s why you loved Jongup so much. Not only was he just a lovely person, but he was able to help you see things you’d 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.

“I love you,” you told him as you took his hand and linked your fingers together.

“I love you, too,” 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.

“Oh, he’s in for it,” Jongup’s 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.