#yeosang reader

  You watched from the corner of the club as the round, green piece danced between Yeosang’s fingers.

  His tie was undone, hair messy from the number of times he’d run his hand through it and he most probably smelled like smoke, from the way he was puffing out cigarette after cigarette.

  All the men continuously bet chips. Poor men… They didn’t know what they were getting into…

   Yeosang didn’t just play with anybody. When he was starting to struggle with money, he would scan the clubs and bars for a couple of days, taking mental notes of the most flawed players, so he could make sure that he would win. Yeosang was a smart man, he exploited these games (in which he was proficient) for his own gain.

   You rolled your eyes as the slutty, barely-dressed waitress bat her eyelashes at him while asking if he wanted a refill. Too focused on his game, Yeosang just waved her off, making you grin.

   Yeosang barely ever had a poker face, he always had a smug grin plastered on during the whole game, no matter what he was playing. Maybe that was his poker face… 

   Some of the older players around the table scoffed at the young man, thinking that he knew nothing about the game, that he was a poor player for pulling off that expression and not taking the endeavour seriously.

   You started to get bored of looking at the walls, and you started wondering how much longer you’d have to be there for, but then he did it, he did the grin. A completely different grin, that always announced his victory.

   The whole table watched as the final two players bet all in. 

   “Sorry kid,” the old male, with a long, grey bear said as he exposed his cards on the table “maybe you should play some more amateur games before playing the big games.”

   The five cards rested on the green, carpeted table showing a Straight Flush.

    Yeosang’s eyes were glued to his cards, while his tongue played with his top teeth. His head rested on his fist. He chuckled, earning a weird, confused look from his opponent.

   He said nothing, he simply displayed his Royal Flush on the table and collected all of his chips. 

  Yeosang always walked out victorious, no matter what. If the opponents cheated, he cheated back. He yearned for cheating opponents ‘cause it was just so much more fun to cheat.

   He was banned from some casinos, mainly for counting cards, but not only. 

   The man looked at you, signaling with his head that it was time to leave. You followed after him, but not before shooting the skimpy waitress a nasty look. 

   Yeosang was never an apologist of public displays of affection, so you were left to watch cuddly couples holding hands and walking close to each other while you and Yeosang maintained your distance. Sometimes you’d brush your hand past his, in an attempt of initiating some sort of contact, but he would always pull back or shove his hand in the pockets of his suit pants.

   You lowered your head as you two walked in silence towards his apartment, however you didn’t miss the way he looked a girl from her head to her toes after she winked at him. Your face fell and you sighed… It wasn’t outside of his character to do this, he loved power. He loved to feel like he had control over everything.

    He felt your mood shift the second you two stepped into the living room of his home.

   Yeosang walked behind you, until his chest was pressed against your back. His large hands caressed your arms.

    “Baby, what’s wrong?”

    His deep voice by your ear made you shiver slightly, and the small hairs on the back of your neck all stood. 

    You wriggled yourself away from his hold and turned around to face him.

    “What am I to you?”

    The question had come out more blunt and emotionless than you had intended. Yeosang furrowed his brows.

    “Y/N, what do you mean?” He asked, stepping closer to you.

   You didn’t move, but your eyes didn’t become less threatening either.

   “Exactly what I said. Kang Yeosang, what is this!?” You questioned again, motioning between the two of you with your index finger.

    Yeosang had insisted on not labeling whatever the two of you had, ‘for the sake of the relationship’, he claimed. In the first year it was fun, you didn’t mind. You had the company of the man you loved, he was MIA a lot of the time, and sometimes the collars of his shirts would have pink lipstick stains, but you overlooked that as he handed you all types of gifts and apologized for his distance.

    However, the beauty of the relationship washed away not long after, when your friends started to have kids, when your friends started to get married, and yet Yeosanng wouldn’t even allow himself to be your plus one for the weddings, claiming that it would ‘subconsciously plant an unnecessary label that you two had already waived’.

    “Y/N we have already discussed this we-”

    “No, you discussed it. You had in mind your best interest when you told me what we were. We didn’t discuss shit.”

    “So what? What has been wrong? Haven’t we been alright? Are you missing something!?”

    You looked at him, incredulous at how he couldn’t see the issue.

    “A boyfriend is what I’m missing. If I wanted a friend with benefits I would have told you so. But I made it clear from day one that I had feelings for you.”

    “I still don’t understand the issue Y/N. I treat you to dinner, I buy you gifts, I fuck you. Isn’t that what couples do?”

   The fact that a man this smart was somehow missing the whole point you were trying to make was driving you mad. You gripped him by his collar and pushed him against the wall violently. His back collided against the concrete, making a loud ‘thud’ noise.

    “Couples don’t fucking flirt with other people, couples don’t cheat, couples don’t make their significant other stand away from them on the street, couples make each other feel loved you huge sack of shit!”

    It pissed you off. The way you were breaking down in distress in front of him yet the calmness never left his face pissed you off.

   He sighed, slowly removed your hands from his collar, and pet your head. He kissed away the salty tears flowing down your cheeks.

    “Y/N, you know I’m yours, you know what I feel for you…”

   His voice was soft and mellow as he spoke to you.

   “Do I?”

   He hummed positively as he started kissing down your neck. Suddenly you became very aware of the situation. You pushed him away once more.

   “You manipulative cunt. You’re trying to put out the fire by fucking me! I can’t believe you! What am I!? A fucking pawn in your game? Is this what it is!? Another game for you!?” You yelled so loudly that you were sure the neighbours could hear every single word perfectly. 

    “I don’t love you! I want to fuck you! I don’t want a fucking girlfriend, I want to fuck and gamble and I don’t have time to take anyone else’s interest in mind! Is that what you fucking wanted to hear!?”

    The room was dead silent for the first time tonight. An uncomfortable silence that neither of you knew how to break. You were a little scared, more than disappointed. Yeosang had never lost his cool like that…

    A couple of seconds after, heavying in both of you as if they were hours, you picked up your bag from the couch and made your way towards the door, without saying another word.

    Yeosang gripped your wrist before you could reach the door handle.

    “Fucking let go or I swear to God…”

    The male didn’t move, neither did his grip falter. 

     “You already know what I feel, I’ve been honest. You have one of two options: you accept it or you leave for good.” 

     You stupidly gave it a second thought. 

     “Fuck it.” 

    It was the last thing you said before you dropped everything in your hands and pushed your lips against his. 

   There was no trace of love, romance or softness anymore. It was pure lust that controlled both of your bodies. 

   Hands rummaging each other’s bodies, teeth clashing, and heavy breathing echoing between the four walls. 

   You hurriedly stripped him from his dress shirt and threw it on the ground, as he pulled your sweater over your head, leaving you bare-chested.

   Yeosang gripped your waist and pushed you against the counter of the island in the middle of his kitchen. His teeth mercilessly bit down on the soft skin of your neck as his fingers played with your nipples. A whimper escaped past your lips and you threw your head back, giving him all the access he wanted.

    You rolled your hips consistently against his growing hard-on, causing him to groan against your neck. 

    Finally, he lost his patience and turned you around. Yeosang placed one of his hands on your back to press your body against the cold marble, as the other one worked on getting his pants undone. 

    “So fucking needy baby, you can’t wait to have my cock, can you?” 

   He roughly pulled down your jeans and your panties, slapping your ass as soon as it became exposed.

    “Answer me.”

    “I can’t Yeosang, please fuck me…”

    “Such a desperate slut.” He said through gritted teeth, as he grabbed a handful of your ass.

    Yeosang decided you needed no preparation, and immediately bottomed inside of you, giving you only a couple of seconds to adjust to the feeling. 

     He gripped your sides harshly as he thrust into you, the lewd sounds of skin slapping echoing in his apartment.

    Your nails scratched at the polished marble counter, desperately trying to grasp onto something. 

    Yeosang hated your silence, so he’d spank your ass occasionally to hear your pretty voice whimper and beg. 

    “How the fuck are you so tight, my G-God.”

    His hips jerked deeper and harsher into you as he followed after his release. You moaned and you felt your knees get weaker by the second as you felt the familiar ‘good feeling’ bottling up inside you.

    Yeosang noticed the way you almost faltered and gripped your hips tighter, to support you.

    “Yeosang harder p-please, I’m almost…”

    He clenched his jaw and thrust faster into you, causing your hip bones to clash against the counter, but you didn’t care, you were too focused in the amazing way he was making you feel.

     “Come on Y/N, be a good girl and cum on my cock for me.”

    The way he gripped your ass after demanding you do cum had your legs shaking as you climaxed. Your eyes shut tightly and you moaned his name repeatedly as your walls tightened around his cock.

    Yeosang couldn’t handle the feeling of how tight you were and so he came inside you unexpectedly, with a deep groan.

    He caressed your ass as you tried to regain your breaths. 

    You stood back up and got dressed quickly. You grabbed all of your items and headed towards the door and you chimed a small ‘bye’.

    Yeosang was visibly confused.

    “What do you mean bye? You’re not staying?”

    You grabbed the doorknob and looked over your shoulder, with a smug expression.

“Hyung, hi, is everything ok?” he replied sheepishly, eyes scanning the room for any inquisitive—or worse: irritated—faces looking at him accusatively. He found only one, and after nodding an apology, the lady indignantly turned away. She scoffed, but it allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief. 

“Oh, yes, everything is just fine. Nothing out of the normal.”

“Hyung, how do you even...” he searched for the right words, “cope...? W-with all of that?” He was so glad he’d moved out.

“What, the members?” There was a chuckle, interrupted by another yell. It sounded like San. God alone knows over what. “To be honest, I have no idea.”

Confused, but unsurprised, Yeosang opted to change the subject. “Seonghwa-hyung, can I help you at all?”

“Ah, yes, Hongjoong-ah wanted to know what Y/N likes. For her Christmas present.”

“Oh, has he not bought one yet? I thought he said he had?” he asked, looking back to the rabbits hopping around their little arena. He felt guilty for even asking that. It wasn’t like he’d bought her one yet either, and he was her boyfriend. Did that make him a bad partner?

“Truth is, none of us have. He just wanted to know so we could organise a group-present, something big perhaps,” Seonghwa sighed, “I told him it was a bad idea, that he’ll never get everyone to agree, not with an entire Yunho and San—and between you and me, a whole Hongjoong—in the house, but he wouldn’t listen. Anyway, maybe a few ideas would help?”

“Oh, yes of course, well, my girlfriend, she is quite—”

At that moment, there was a knock from the outside of the nearby window. His head flicked up, hoping it was the person he wanted to see.

As his eyes met yours, he immediately stood up, struggling to contain his happiness.

“Sorry, hyung, she’s right outside right now, so I’ve got to go, talk later!”

He heard Seonghwa begin to protest calmly in the way he always did when someone was inevitably about to do something he didn’t approve of, like chase a drone or play The Floor is Lava, but it did nothing, much like always, since Yeosang ended the call and dropped his phone back in his pocket without a second thought.

He didn’t hesitate, heading out of the door without a single glance over his shoulder, running over and very nearly knocking heads with you by how close he was when he came to a stop.

“Hey sweetheart,” you greeted, shifting your cacophony of shopping bags further up your arm.

He threw his hands into yours, bringing your fingers to his lips to shower them with kisses, as his beautiful eyes stared into yours relentlessly. “Hi,” he whispered sweetly.

“Have you got everything you need?” you asked with a giggle, trying to retain his gaze, but giving in to let your eyes drop to your hands.  You prayed that his answer would be a yes, you just wanted to go home and hide from the world with him under a blanket.

He hummed in thought, before nodding. “I think so.”

“Yay!” you cheered quietly, placing a kiss on his hand before pulling him by it, leading him towards the train station. Your eyes passed the window of cute animals, getting caught on the sight of a small girl holding a puppy above her head as if it was Simba.  You couldn’t help but smile, but it also sparked a thought in your own head. 

Yeosang had just come from there.

Was he buying you a...?

You couldn’t stop yourself from prying. You were an adult! You were allowed to avoid surprises now and ask about your presents, right? “Hey,” you swung his hand at your side to get his attention (as if you didn’t already have it—let’s face it he’d been captured by your face again so he was already staring right at you), “why were you in a pet store?”

He paused, unsure of an answer himself. “Uh...”

“Last time I checked, we don’t have a pet...” You added ‘yet’ in your head.

“No, we do not,” he agreed.

“Were you buying one? For someone?” you added quickly.

He sighed, shaking his head. “No, I was just waiting for you, and didn’t know where to go so I went in there. It was warm. And the animals are kind of cute.”

“Oh, I see...!”

You let your head fall, trying to hide your disappointment.

Your optimistic side wanted to believe that that’s what someone who was buying you a pet would say. But you could hear the genuine undertones in his voice.

Oh well, the present he would give you would surely be amazing anyway.

He watched your face fall and instantly regretted his words, even though he wasn’t sure what it was that he’d said that had hurt you, or if it was what he said at all.

What had he done?

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Back home, and sat up the dining table, surrounded by a multitude of slates of red and silver and gold, shimmering in the already-dimming sunlight, Yeosang was pouting.

He wouldn’t call himself a perfectionist, but he liked things to be well done and neat. And his wrapping, in his eyes, was not going well.

The thing was, it wasn’t half-bad at all, but he’d looked at your wrapping one too many times, with your precision and calligraphic handwriting, and couldn’t look at his slightly rustically wrapped presents with the same appreciative eye.

You’d noticed his puffed out cheeks and smiled reassuringly. “Sweetheart, your wrapping is fine! Don’t worry about it.”

“Yeah, but...”

“No buts!” you asserted. “You aren’t comparing your wrapping to mine, right?”

He shrugged, ears bleary. “I know I shouldn’t, I just... wish I could do what you do.”

“Honey,” you sighed pleadingly, hand reaching across the table to hold his, “I run a craft business that you don’t have time to help out in, it’s no surprise that your wrapping lacks the professional finesse,” you explained, hastily continuing, “but that doesn’t mean it’s bad! It means yours looks like you meant it, and took some time to do it. Mine just looks like I mixed up my friends with my clients!” You laughed, picking at one of the corners of the jewellery box you’d finished covering. “I should really make mine look more like yours, if I want to look genuine.”

He exhaled in a chuckle. “Sure, I guess.”

Not convinced, you continued, “Also, I wish that I could do the things you do—sing, dance, model, act, stare into people’s souls and make them spill everything they know because your eyes are so deep... but how useful would sharing the same skill set be?”

You’d made a good point, one of which he couldn’t disagree with. 

“Please don’t compare yourself to others, Yeosangie,” you pleaded softly, “you’re of a completely different level to everyone else—”

He tried to interject but you shushed him, pressing a finger to his parted lips.

“—and so comparing you to another would be like comparing a star to a campfire. Gosh, you’re so damn beautiful, Yeosang, as an entire being. And I know you can’t see it but I wish you could, I’d do anything for you to see yourself through those ethereal eyes of yours as you see everyone else.”

Your words had moved him, and he felt his heart sink and rise over and over, as if caught in the crests of a turbulent sea. He blinked, speechless and taking a deep breath, worked up the courage to look down at his handiwork.

Perhaps it wasn’t so bad after all.

“You ready to carry on?” you enquired.

Your answer was a smile, and the request for the roll of sellotape. 

Cheering internally, you grinned back, passing him the tape and booping him on the nose as he leant across the table to meet you halfway.

“Yah, that’s my little bunny,” you cooed, deliberately being corny just to elicit a reaction.

And his grimace was exactly what you were after, sending you into a fit of giggles. “Hey, I’m not that bad!” you resisted, words rushed as you struggled to keep another burst of laughter at bay. 

It was that moment though that sparked his brain into gear, bequeathing him with the perfect idea for your Christmas gift.

How had he not thought of this before?

Admittedly it would be a little bit expensive, yes, but with some help from the guys still stuck at the dorm sharing their rooms the losers hehe it could quite easily become a reality.

And it would also help them out in the predicament in trying to work out what to get his girlfriend for Christmas.  Two birds, one stone. 

Genius Kang Yeosang.

“Yeosangie?”  You had your head tilted to match his own, which he’d knocked to the side subconsciously as he thought.

“Yes, love?”

“You ok there? You... really zoned out then.”

“Ah,” he nodded vigorously, “yes! Everything is... perfect! Let’s get these presents wrapped.”

It only occurred to him then, the question of how he was supposed to be able to wrap up a rabbit hutch.

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AN: Welp this turned out longer than expected again. Yeosang is working his way up my bias list—slowly, gradually, but up nonetheless—and it’s slightly scary. 

Masterlist

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Sitting at a cafe table, you waited alone for Wooyoung and his friend. After he left you the voicemail a week ago, you contemplated whether or not you wanted to go on a date with a stranger you didn’t even know. You ultimately agreed as at the bottom of your heart you wished to see Wooyoung again.

Yet, you couldn’t call him, since you couldn’t bring yourself to hear his voice again and decided to text him instead.

(Y/N): Hey Wooyoung, I heard about the date and decided I’ll go :)

Wooyoung: (Y/n) that’s great! He’s honestly a great guy and I know you’ll like him :)

(Y/n): Just text me where we would be meeting up.

Wooyoung: Of course! I’ll make sure you guys go to a good place since I know you’re hard to win over ;))

You stared emotionless at your lit up phone screen. You really did miss Wooyoung and now he was getting married while he was trying to set you up with a friend who wasn’t… him. And it made you sad to look at your texts since before you two had talked before he asked you to date his friend was the day of your high school graduation.  

All you can remember from high school was you and Wooyoung always being together. The two of you were known as being two peas in a pod; a pair that couldn’t work without each other. You two were also nominated for the ‘Most Likely To Get Married' category in your yearbook. But of course, time changes things… and your relationship clearly never stood a chance.

Suddenly, your thoughts were disrupted as you heard your phone buzz and light up beside you.

Wooyoung: (Y/n)! Sorry to keep you waiting haha, where right outside and we’re almost there so hang tight!

In an instant, your hands became clammy and you began sweating in panic. You didn’t mind waiting but now that they were actually coming and you were this close to seeing your high school best friend again was nerve-wracking.

Did Wooyoung change?

Did his style get more mature?

Is his friend ugly?

Your thoughts were uncontrollably attacking your mind as you tried calming yourself down, but nothing helped. In a second, your panic spiked as you heard the cafe bell ring and your head snapped towards the door.

It wasn’t Wooyoung, but a man who was just as if not more beautiful than him. He was tall, slim and had the most gorgeous facial structure you had ever seen on anyone. The most amusing part was his peach pink hair which you thought looking incredibly cute, despite his intimidating aura.

However, your awestruck moments didn’t last long as you were struck with a sense of nostalgia as another body entered your favourite cafe. Wooyoung looked… the same. His hair was a light purple colour and his face, although slimmer, was nothing different from how it was in high school and it gave you a sense of security; as if the friend you once had was still the same person despite years of being apart.

The two were clearly looking around for you and you sighed as Wooyoung couldn’t recognize you but it was his friend who did. Pointing in your direction, his friend elbowed him in the stomach which made you chuckle, although you hid it in embarrassment.

“(Y/N)!” Wooyoung suddenly yelled, making you blush as other customers began looking in your direction. The two made their way towards you but Wooyoung took you by surprise as instead of walking, he ran right into your arms as you stood up.

“I missed you so much!” Wooyoung continued to exclaim, engulfing you in a sudden hug.

“Wooyoung, I think you’re crushing her,” you looked to see his friend standing behind him, “Oh, I’m Yeosang.”

Unexpectantly, your cheeks went ablaze as you became shy towards Wooyoung’s frie- Yeosang’s cute introduction. “I’m (Y/n),” you spoke quietly, shaking his hand which he had held out.

“Come on guys, enough of the awkward introductions,” Wooyoung cut between the two of you, guiding you both into chairs opposite of each other.

“You’re not going to stay with us?” you asked softly, worried at the fact that the one reason that you came to the date was to see Wooyoung but he was ultimately leaving.

About to reply, he looked down at his phone as he felt it buzz in his pocket only to sigh in exasperation and stress. “No, I really have to go-”

“Don’t worry Wooyoung, just go,” Yeosang assured him with the kindest smile on your face which admittedly always left you awestruck.

Giving him a quick smile, Wooyoung ran out the doors of the cafe you loved so dearly. The two of you were most familiar with it as you both would come to drink milkshakes and eat sweets after school to celebrate any small or large victories. You still clearly remember when Wooyoung even brought you to the cafe to celebrate the time you didn’t ‘fail’ chemistry, even though you had gotten a 55% in the course.

“Um, (Y/n)?”

Your thoughts were cut short as you looked at the man in front of you. “Um… what? I’m sorry,” you laughed in complete embarrassment, “I just got lost in my thoughts.”

“No worries,” Yeosang laughed with you, “I do that a lot too and I get it can be embarrassing but please, be yourself.”

Again, Yeosang had left you dumbfounded. He wasn’t anything like Wooyoung but for a second he seemed better… almost. Yeosang was polite but not uncomfortably polite and always assured you that you could be yourself and even though you might’ve thought you made a fool of yourself, you were anything but a jester to him.

Your night with Yeosang continued to go surprisingly well as the two of you never had an awkward conversation after the first introduction. Yeosang was great at starting conversations and you were great at continuing them which worked perfectly together. The two of you spent the whole night laughing and smiling as you both shared things from memories to fears and more. You felt as if maybe, Yeosang could be the one to distract you from your old best friend.

“(Y/n),” Yeosang started, collecting himself after laughing continuously, “I know you and Wooyoung were friends and all and it can be awkward to ‘date’ your friend’s friend but I really had fun with you today…”

Your smile faltered for a second but you decided to bring it up again. As you spent more time with Yeosang, you realized it was more of a trouble to hold onto past memories when Wooyoung when he had obviously moved on. You didn’t want to admit it but, you were jealous when Yeosang would talk about Wooyoung and his fiance and how they’re perfect for each other but it also made you want to have that same start as well.

“Yeosang,” you cut off the man sitting in front of you, “I had fun today too. If anything, I’d like to take you out on another date,” you chuckled shyly.  

“Hmm… I heard there’s this new horror movie coming out! Would you like to see it?” he smiled brightly in response to my words.

“It would be my honour,” I praised as he laughed lightly.

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You and Yeosang had been dating for about two months and you thought you could never be happier. He was the type of man people would only dream about having as a significant other - he was polite, smart and always funny at the right times. Not once did you think about Wooyoung but you also thought that it was a good thing.

Yeosang was better or you than Wooyoung ever was.

“How do I look?” your boyfriend asked, fixing his blue bowtie in front of the large mirror.

Chuckling, you walked up to fix it a tad bit, “now it looks fine. Don’t worry too much!”

“I know,” he let out a sigh, “it’s his big day… I want to be there for him.”

Today was the day Wooyoung was to be married and you were trying to be as optimistic as you could be. You didn’t need him since you were now dating Yeosang… yeah maybe you didn’t.

You met Wooyoung’s fiance, Minah, when Yeosang asked you on a date to the beach, only to have found out that all of his friends were going too; including Wooyoung and his soon-to-be wife. Minah was kind, however, and you felt bad to have ever scowled when she was mentioned.

You and Yeosang walked up the aisle together as the bride and grooms respective bridesmaid and groomsman. Minah wished for you to join her as a bridesmaid since she knew you and Wooyoung used to be good friends and even though you saddened at the thought, you couldn’t say no. Before the two of you split to the sides, you caught Yeosang smile breaightly at you, as brightly as he’s ever smiled. He always found small ways to make your heart flutter and it made you forget completely about what Wooyoung ever did that you wasted so much time waiting for.

“I can’t believe our Minah is getting married…” you heard another one of the bridesmaids, who you assumed was Minah’s friend, whisper beside you.

Listening to their conversation out of momentary boredom, your attention peaked as you heard another girl whisper in response, “Yeah but her fiance’s sketchy…”

“Wooyoung? He’s a sweetheart!”

“Yeah but Minah was never his first choice…” Although you knew you had to keep your calm, anger began to rise in you. You knew you hadn’t seen Wooyoung for so long but he would never treat a woman like a second choice. “Apparently, he fell in love with his best friend in high school but he never got the chance to tell her, so he just dated Minah because she reminded him of that girl.”

In an instant, your whole world became still and you felt your heart stop for a second.

Wooyoung… loved…

“Dearly beloved-”

his friend….

“We are gathered here today to witness the union-”

From high school.

“Of Minah and Wooyoung in holy matrimony.”

Your mind was uncomfortable as thoughts were running all over the place. You were Wooyoung’s love.

You loved him and he loved you back.

This was all wrong. He was marrying the wrong woman and you could’ve been in her place!

“If there is anyone in attendance who believes that this couple should not be joined in marriage, you may speak now or forever hold your peace.”

Your mind was racing in confusion and sudden adrenaline. With your mouth partially opening, you turned to see Yeosang looking towards you. Was he staring?

You suddenly found yourself entranced in his eyes. You didn’t know what it was but Yeosang was able to simply look at you and make you feel at ease as if everything was okay in the world. He had a hint of longing in his looks as if he fell for you each time and as if he was looking at something he loved. Your mind began to work how it had been for the past two months… erasing every memory of Wooyoung with Yeosang and although it felt wrong, it truly wasn’t.

You didn’t want Yeosang to be your second, because perhaps Wooyoung was never meant to be your first.

“Minah and Wooyoung, the sacred vows that you make to one another today present you with the opportunity to express your love in your own words. I would at this time invite you to publicly declare these vows.”

To your surprise, you smiled as you watched your high school best friend exchange his vows to another woman. You spend so much time waiting for him but you weren’t sad. You didn’t even know if you were happy for him, but you did know you were happy for yourself as you found what you knew you deserved.

Walking up to you immediately after the ceremony finished, you noticed Yeosang walk over to you and in sudden haste, you wrapped your arms around him to show him just how thankful you were for the man who you had found in unforeseen circumstances.

“Woah, (Y/n), I know weddings can be emotional but are you okay?”

You continued to embrace him tighter as you buried your face further into his chest, “shut up and let me cherish you…”

Although he knew something was different, he obliged nonetheless and wrapped his arms around your frame as well, as if it worked like a key and a lock; something that was meant to be.

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I SWEAR I HAD THIS AS A DRAFT FOR A WEEK IDK WHY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE BUT ITS ALL OVER THE PLACE AND I DONT LIKE THE ENDING BSNDB