I'm so Sick of Love Songs

You grunt pulling the 15lb dumbbell across your chest from your left side with your right arm and dropping it at your right side. You are in a plank position stabilizing yourself with your core. Your arms are extended in front of you holding yourself up. Your legs extended out close together, your hips still. The only part of your body moving is your arms, pulling the dumbbell from left to right, exercising your core as well as your forearms and biceps. You repeat this motion for another minute and thirty seconds until your arms give out from under you.

“Ahhh,” you exhale deeply letting your body relax after your hard work out. The bottle of water that was next to you had made its way into your hand and now you’re chugging it like you’ve never had water before. Next, you’re putting on a black hoodie and black sweats.

Grabbing your dog’s leash, you call for him, “Kion, come here.” You prolong the last letter in his name.

You large Presa Canario makes his way towards you running happily, he whines when he sees his leash and quickly jumps onto the couch and wiggles around excitedly. He moves a lot every time he sees the leash making it difficult for you to actually put it on him. He’s so cute. You grab onto his collar making it move with your fingers, so you have access to the latch, you have successfully put his leash on.

Kion has been your best friend since your freshman year in high school your parents had always known you loved dogs and believed that you’ve always deserved one and were mature enough to handle one. He was also a reward for always doing amazing in school academically and athletically. They always bragged about you to anyone they could, they bragged about Joseph too, but they believed there was nothing bad they could say about you. You are definitely their favorite child, their first and only daughter.

Honestly though, it can get tiring sometimes, always having to be perfect.

“You ready to go for a run?!” You say petting your furry son as he whines and stands on his back legs leaning his front legs on your chest and his face almost reaching the crook of your neck. He’s huge, you’ve always loved how intimidated people get by him but he’s such a sweet hart he wouldn’t hurt a fly.

You give him a kiss right between his eyes and he jumps down rushing to the door, tugging on the leash slightly as you hold it. As soon as you open the door, he’s the first one out, eagerly waiting for you to lock the door so you both can leave.

Not long after you reach the small patch of grass next to the sidewalk Kion quickly goes potty.

“Good boy.” You praise.

Your legs take off, and you are now entering a light jog. Kion loves running with you, it’s one of his favorite activities, after eating of course. You run for about half a mile before you start to feel unsettled, you feel eyes on you.

 You keep your steady jog and look behind you, sure enough you see a man with another dog coming up not to far behind you.

You obviously consider that he could be going for a jog as well, but you’ve taken this same route a few times and believe that you would know if anyone else does by now. And no one else is crazy enough to go out and run in the pitch black at 5-am where you live, like yourself. You’re very confident in your physical abilities so you never worry.

Although it doesn’t mean it feel good to be followed by a man that’s obviously very fit.

A small dumpster on the left of your trail catches your eye as you look around. Just to be safe and to verify that he means no harm you dash to your left and hide behind it. You place yourself on one knee and signal Kion to sit. The both of you steadily catch your breath. The potent smell of garbage next to you causes you to puff up your upper lip to plug your nose.

Doesn’t she know how dangerous it is to be out by herself at 5am in this town?! I quickly leashed Zillah and ran out the door not bothering to lock it. At least she has a big scary dog that, I’m sure is trained in defense. He most likely wouldn’t let anything happen to her if he scenes true harm but most likely isn’t good enough for me.

Her pace is steady and she only speeds up slightly. Fuck, she’s amazing. Kion keeping up with her is so impressive. It would make sense for a maligator but a presa Canario? Incredible. I don’t understand why she gets up this early to workout, why not just do it at night? So much better… and especially if there’s a nice breeze outside.

Well fuck.

I lost her.

Where is she?

I only looked away for about half a second?!

Now she’s gone. There’s no sight of her.

“Fuck” Just my lucky day. I let go of Zillahs leash trusting that she will follow me. I begin to sprint and look any direction I can, trying my hardest to find her. I can’t find her or Kion. I begin to feel my blood pressure rise and my heartbeat speed up.

Where could she be? Did someone take her?

“I swear too- Ow fuck!?” What just happened? I turn around and see her.

“Yeosang?!” You shout confused. The stranger that you thought was trying to abduct you was the boy Wooyoung introduced you to yesterday. “What are you doing here? And why are you following me?”

Yeosang hit the ground, and his hand has comes up to clutch his tender jaw. You kicked the shit outta him. His dog comes up to him and starts jumping on him and licking his face.

“I wasn’t following you.” He lies through his teeth.

“Right… then why were you looking for me after I hid.” You raise your eyebrows.

“I saw you ahead and thought something might have happened to you.” You believe him, helping him up by grabbing his hand and pulling him towards you. He brushes himself off.

He’s never been so turned on by getting punched in the face before.

“Who’s this?” You smile at the gorgeous black Doberman that’s been trampling Yeosang since he was on the ground.

“Zillah.” He replies, you pet her soft head, and she immediately leans into your touch. “Who’s this?”

Yeosang already knows. He knows everything about you.

“Kion, he shy-“ Your sentence is cut off by Yeosang immediately being able to rub his back and pet his head. Kion doesn’t have an ounce of fear in his posture of eyes. You can’t believe your eyes. “Wow. He usually is afraid of new faces. Especially big men…”

There’s no denying that you take notice to his big… large… strong arms. He’s wearing a black tank top giving you a full view of his biceps along with his forearms. Yesterday you didn’t get the pleasure, since he was wearing a baggy hoodie. Never in a million years would you have guessed he was hiding all that.

He feels your eyes burning into his skin, he’s aware of the burning pride filling his chest. Soon you will do more than just stare, he’ll be all yours. Soon.

You both walk back to the apartment complex with light conversation, he answers a few more questions you have, and he answers almost all of them truthfully. You repedetly apologized for the very noticeable wound you gave him on his cheek. A feeling of guilt dawns on you as you realize that you ruined his perfect face, actually he looks just as hot, maybe even hotter.

“Come inside, I’ll patch you up.” You offer. He denies and says it’s fine. He knows how this works he denies, and you insist, of course he wouldn’t turn down an offer to finally be alone with you, behind closed doors.

“Take a seat.” You pull out a chair and tap on it signaling for the man now inside your house to sit down. After he does you go into the restroom and grab peroxide, gauze and a large band aid. He takes in all your decorations, the smell of your apartment and especially the feeling of being here with you. He’s familiar with every room, every crevice, every crack. He knows it all. Where everything is, where your most valuables are, what type of clothing you keep in every drawer. You name it, he knows everything.  

You come back and lightly dab his cheek with a peroxide covered sheet. It stings but he doesn’t care. The feeling of you being so close to him almost has him jumping out of his seat. The feeling of your soft hands against his face causes him to lightly hum, if it weren’t for the loud sound of your dogs playing with their toys together you might’ve heard it.

“Man… I really got you good, didn’t I?” You giggle softly. The sound is like heaven on earth for him.

“It’s a good skill to have.” Yeosang reply’s and you softly snicker.

You finished cleaning the cut and now you’re putting the bandage on his face. Kion rushes over to you and you see her sitting down looking up at Yeosang, her ball is in her mouth coated with saliva. She wants him to play fetch with her.

Yeosang quirks his brow up at you asking permission to throw the ball inside your house.

You nod.

He takes the ball out of her mouth gentely and he softly toses the ball towards the living room and she quickly sprints towards the ball and catches it in her mouth.

“Can you follow me for a second? I wanna see something.” You start to walk towards your bedroom, and he eagerly follows. You open the door revealing your bed and shelf full of manga and dark romance books.

He’s seen it all before.

“Lay down.” You tell him. He walks towards your bed and doesn’t hesitate to oblige. This is the first time he’s lying in your bed with you knowing. It shouldn’t excite him so much, but it does, and he doesn’t try the slightest bit to fight it, every day when you’re not here, he comes in and takes in your scent making him feel at home.

“Kion,” You shout his name prolonging the n.

Kion rushes into the room and jumps onto the bed. Yeosang is confused, what did she want to see?

Without a second thought Kion is snuggling his head into Yeosang’s armpit and snuggling up next to him.

“You must be my soulmate,” you gasp in awe. Kion has only ever done that to you, no matter how many times you tried to see if he’d do it to someone else he loved, it was only you. “He’s never done that with anyone else before.”

Yeosang tenses at your words, but it doesn’t show. Obviously, your joking, you literally just met him yesterday.

“Alright, I have to finish getting ready, I have an early class and I need to catch the bus.” You tell Yeosang, practically telling him to get the fuck out.

Yeosang doesn’t want to disturb the sleeping baby next to him but it seems he has too.

He gently moves away from Kion sliding off the bed from the opposite side that he got on.

You lead him out and say goodbye. Locking the door behind him.

It doesn’t take you long to shower and throw on a pair of grey sweats, a black tank top matching the one Yeosang was wearing, a black hoodie on top and a pair of Nike slides.

Your bag had consisted of all your school supplies in one pocket, a charging bank, a book for you to read if bored and an energy drink. Of course you have your basketball stuff too, your shoes, a towel, extra pair of socks and a little pouch full of hygienic stuff. You always wear a pair of shorts under your pants, it’s more than likely that your gonna hoop when or where you can’t change. It makes it so you can easily slide of your sweats.

Just as your about to walk out the door you hear a knock.

You open the front door expecting a delivery man.

“Hey,” you reply furrowing your eyebrows confused.

Its Yeosang.

“Let me give you a ride.” He states. Expression still blank. Almost as if you were bugging him and begging for a ride.

“Sure.” You don’t resist, shrugging your shoulders.

He really didn’t think I’d be that easy.

You have observed that he’s changed, he’s dressed in a black.  A black button up jacket that’s rolled up on his forearms hugging them deliciously. His veins popping making you want to squeal. He’s wearing a black pair of jeans that seem to be of amazing quality.

He walks out to his car as you follow, he’s excited to have you in his car. Everything’s moving so fast… a dream come true. Wooyoung told him what had happened between you to yesterday and he couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous and slightly happy at the fact that he lowkey fucked up. Orange juice in your eye? Really Jung Wooyoung? It almost makes him laugh. His friend's stupidity has never been something he’s been able to wrap his head around.

He clicks the unlock button on his keys notifying you that his car is the black dodge challenger with custom red rims. So sexy.

When you get into the car you take in the shell. It’s really clean in here. His car smell as if it’s brand new.

During the drive it’s almost silent you scroll through your phone unbothered and happy you’ve got a free ride and don’t have to spend an hour on that stinky bus.

One thing he can’t seem to understand is that your Joseph’s sister. You both look nothing alike… well maybe in the smile but otherwise nothing and your smiles far cuter than your brothers.

Yeosang pulls into the student parking lot and quickly picks a spot not too far from campus. He sees you texting someone.

Who is it? He believes it’s probably Joseph because it says that you’re on campus and near the basketball courts.

“Wooyoung!” You happily call out as you see the boy that was trying to end your career yesterday.

“Hey, I got you these because I still feel bad about yesterday.” Wooyoung says apologetically, handing you a small cardboard box that feels warm on the bottom, he also hands you a drink that looks like liquid diabetes. “I hope you like them.”

“It smells amazing, what’s the drink and what’s in the box?” It really does smell amazing, like you walked into a bakery.

“The drink is a protein coffee, I saw you drinking that chocolate milk yesterday, so I made this. Theres’s caramel drizzle on the sides, milk, chocolate protein powder, 3 shots of espresso, whipped cream on top and I iced it.” Wooyoung smiles feeling satisfied with himself. He was sure to taste it first to make sure it was good and it’s delicious. “In the box there’s a croissant sandwich that has ham, eggs and cheese, a loaf of banana bread and a few brown butter brookies. A brookie is basically a cookie with more chocolate and in the shape of a brownie.”

“Everything sounds incredible.” You smile. “Where’d you get the pastries?”

“I made them too.” Wooyoung grins smugly.

“Really?” He can hear the genuine surprise in your voice. “I’m a amazing cook but baking is kind of a struggle for me.”

“Maybe I can teach you.”

Yeosang’s still here. Just watching you two chop it up. He should’ve made those pastries.

Wooyoung looks over to the other boy he noticed that you were with, “Why are you with Yeosang?” He asks genuinely curious.

“We had kind of a mishap and found out we live in the same apartment complex.” You answer his question truthfully.

A small tingling feeling of Jealousy runs through Wooyoung. What a lucky guy Yeosang is.

“Anyways, you really are trying to end my career, aren’t you? First taking out my eye, then my wrist and now you want to give me diabetes?” You quirk a brow in his direction.

Wooyoung stutters, “W-well, I uhh…”

Yeosang scoffs.

“I’m joking, danm.” You say walking towards him and turning him around and pushing him slightly signaling for him to start walking.

“Bye Yeosang.” You turn your head back and shout too him. “See you later.”

English goes by quickly; you’ve always been good at languages and writing essays. Today you have to attend your second class that for some reason you didn’t have yesterday on the first day. You had received an email saying that they had to find another professor at the last minute because something happened to the old one. Strange.

The drink that Wooyoung gave you was long gone now, you finished it earlier during English. It was delicious, 10/10.

Your next class is Psychology, science used to be one of your strong suits but then it started to disinterest you. Although learning about the mind does seem interesting. Knowing why people do what they do or say what they say is impossible but there’s no harm in trying.

Walking up to your class your about 5 minutes early and the door is open. There are a few students sitting down on chairs scrolling through their phones. Pulling your phone out of your pocket you start to do the same thing, scrolling through your Instagram feed before you hear a voice. A voice that makes your heart sink to your stomach and when you look up it’s fully sunken to your ass.

What is he doing here? There’s no way. How did he find you?

He looks directly at you with a smile, “Hello everyone. My name is Mr. Mara. Starting today I will be teaching you about the human mind.” He has a big jolly grin on his face, smile reaching from ear to ear.

He’s always been charismatic; it wouldn’t surprise you if any of your classmates were to fall for him just as you did. It doesn’t help that he’s handsome and built like superman. No wonder it was so easy for him to take advantage of your weak stage of mind. A figure in power that you believed to love you and was always on your side. It disgusts you how naïve you were.

He hands out a piece of paper he says is the syllabus and starts going through it. Your brain blocks out every word he’s saying feeling deeply uncomfortable by just hearing his voice. That says a lot considering the fact that hardly anything makes you uncomfortable.

During the whole class your zoned out, you don’t believe you could answer a single question about what you went over today.

“Hey, Y/n. Why don’t you stay after class?” Mr. Mara says a minute before class is over. What could he possibly want to say? Nothing you want to hear. He has the genuine audacity to ask you to stay after class, unbelievable. Wasn’t him showing his face in front of you enough?

Students filter out the classroom quickly.

He puts his hand on your shoulder giving you chills, and you can feel his breath on your neck, “You can’t run from me.” He whispers, grin filled with malice. Your body vibrates in fear but mostly disgust.

Yeosang watches discreetly sitting on a bench outside the classroom far enough away where you won’t see him when you walk out or look suspicious. He can see you; he can’t hear the conversation you’re having with your professor, but he can tell that he’s making you greatly uncomfortable.

Y/n, I don’t know why you try to run and hide from me. You need me, I need you.” He furrows his eyebrows and stares directly into your eyes trying to get you to crack. He doesn’t mean a word he says. “I love you, I’ve reminded you every time I set my eyes on you.”

His eyes were full of desperation, his tone sounding hurt.

An amazing act.

You can’t let yourself fall for it again, “Look Amon this isn’t okay now and it definitely wasn’t when I was in high school.” His name feels like a match to your tongue.

He grabs your hand bringing it up to his face, “Please, I know you love me too. Trust me, we can hide it. I’ll be better this time, I promise. Remember everything I’ve done for you?” A tear runs down his cheek onto your hand.

Yeosang watches as you try to pull your hand away from the man holding onto it for dear life. He immediately gets up and rushes over to the classroom.

“Y/n?” Wooyoung is standing in the doorway holding a basketball underneath his arm.

Amon practically throws your hand out of his grip at the sound of his voice.

A wave of relief washes over you. Wooyoung couldn’t have had better timing. You quickly stand up and grab your bag and scurry over to the boy gratefully.

Walking out the door Wooyoung decides not to say anything about the interaction he just heard. He heard everything, fortunately he didn’t see Yeosang and much to Yeosang’s displeasure he didn’t see Wooyoung and he got to come save you before he could even fully stand.

“Ready for class?” Wooyoung asks playfully breaking the short uncomfortable silence that had over came both of you.

You were silently praying that he wouldn’t ask about you and Amon. Seems like your prayers were answered.

“Hmm, yup. So excited to find out how you’ll try to end my career this time.” You mock sarcastically.

Wooyoung rolls his eyes at your remark.

“Are you busy Friday?” Wooyoung quirks a brow.

You both continue walking to your next class, “Well I have practice, but it ends at 5:30.”

Wooyoungs hands shuffle in his pockets, ball still tucked under his arm, “You should come to this party, everyones going to be there.”

“Sure.”

Wooyoungs eyes widen, and he turns his head in your direction. Wow that was easy.

“What?” You ask seeing his shocked expression.

“I just thought it would take more convincing for you to agree to come.” Woooyoung responds.

“Parties don’t look like my scene or something? I’m actually the life of the party if I say so myself.” You brag chuckling.

“Right…” Wooyoung turns his head forwards slowly.

There’s little chatter between the two of you on the way to class. He tells you that he’ll send the address and when it starts.

Class is easy Mrs. Michealis just taught you the different styles of cutting up fruits and vegetables she says tomorrow you’ll be cutting up meat. Fortunately, you didn’t lose any limbs today, you can never be so sure when in the presence of Wooyoung.

“This has to be the place.”. You tell Keeho, rolling down the window to the passenger side of his car, music booming so loud you can almost guarantee that everyone inside has permanent damage to their hearing.

“So is this like a frat house or…” Keeho starts to ask getting out the car after parking, you do the same.

“I have no idea. All I know is that this is the address that Wooyoung sent me.” You have to raise your voice just so Keeho can hear you.

“Yeah, Wooyoung, I can’t wait to meet him.” He’s heard a few things about Wooyoung. He plays basketball, tried to end your basketball career, cooks, bakes and is insanely gorgeous.

Keeho opens the door and immediately is faced with the sight of drunk adults making bad decisions. People almost naked jumping around, cups in everyone’s hands, dancing, fent folding and a lot of kissing. You swear you see bare dick and balls but choose to ignore it.

“Wooyoung said to meet him in the kitchen lets try to find it.” You generally know the layout of a common house, so you believe it won’t be too hard to find him. Only if weren’t for the bodies upon bodies cramming into each other. There’s a strong smell of alcohol barely overpowering the foul smell of body odor and other fluids or substances.

Keeho grabs your had fearing getting lost in this large house. Just as you believed it wasn’t a hard task finding the kitchen, it was much harder trying not to throw up from seeing body parts of people you did not want or need to ever look at.

“Yoooo Y/n.” Wooyoung is holding a cup and making his way over to you, smiling a little harder than usual, “I’m so glad you came. Let’s go tell the others you’re here.”

You can tell he’s tipsy, there’s a slight wobble in his step.

Following Wooyoung into the next room still holding onto Keehos hand, you see your brother, a pool table and a majestic ass gorgeous stunning elegant extravagant woman next to him.

“Oh my gosh Joseph who’s this?” Letting go of Keehos hand, you make your way over to the two.

“Nice to meet you my names, Y/n, I’m Josephs sister.” You present yourself, astonished that your brother could ever pull a fine shyt like her.

“This is Jihyo,” Joseph tells you ecstatically.

“Your gorgeous, I would’ve never thought in a hundred years he would talk to a woman as beautiful as you.” burst confidently.

Joseph throws his head back, furrows his eyebrows and puts his hands up offended.

She lightly giggles, “Thank you. You look amazing yourself.”

Her complement makes you cheese.

“What’s up Keeho, haven’t seen you in a minute.” Joseph reaches out his hand to dab up Keeho greeting him.

“It has been a while,” Keeho agrees.

You’ve known Keeho since 7th grade when you moved to a whole new area. You had no friends at first, and unfortunately Joseph was already in high school. Keeho and you had almost immediately became friends he was bolder and came up to you during lunch, soon you were just as comfortable with him as you were with your old friends.

“This is Jongho he’s on the team too.” Wooyoung motions with his head to a boy that defiantly looked strong, he had a calm and composed demeanor. In his hand was a glass bottle of beer labeled “Corona”, the top coated with salt and a lemon slice.

Jongho gives you a nod of acknowledgment.   

“What position you play?” You ask curiously.

“Shooting Guard.” He quickly responds.

You nod.

“And they’re Mingi and Hongjoong, they’re not on the team but they major in Music Production.” Wooyoung pans to a tall and small boy sitting close together.

Mingi is the larger, Hongjoong is the smaller. They’re both handsome.

“Music? That’s cool.” You return.

“There’s more of the team here but I’m not going through the trouble of finding them.” Wooyoung says blatantly.

You turn your head to the boy that you see through your peripheral vision, “Hey Yeosang.”

Yeosang’s been here since you came in but you hadn’t noticed him until now. He’s seen everything play out. All he’s thinking about is who is this random dude next to you? What gives him the right to be holding your hand? Why was he holding your hand?

“Hey,” Yeosang replys snapping himself out of his silent trance.

“Let’s go,” You cock your head to the door, motioning for Keeho to follow you.

“Leaving already?” Wooyoung slightly pouts leaving a bad taste in Yeosang’s mouth.

You press your lips into a tight smile and nod, walking out the room, Keeho following closely behind. Once you’re away from the kitchen Keeho speaks up.

“He really didn’t seem all the interesting,” Keeho says, you know he’s talking about Wooyoung. Who else?

“Well, you literally only heard him introduce people,” you defend.

“Exactly, guys that are actually interesting will always make a way to show it, no matter what.” Keeho states.

You roll your eyes.

“Oh, and that other guy, what was his name… Yeosang he was practically making my head explode with his glare. Guy looked like he wanted to kill me. Watch out for him…” Keeho cautions.

“There’s no way. You know that thing Kion does? The snuggling up in the armpit thing he only does with me?” Keeho nods, “Well, today I ran into Yeosang and Kion seemed to really like him, and I wanted to see if he would do it with him and guess what… he did it!! He’s the only other person to ever snuggle with Kion! Isn’t that insane? And he doesn’t even know him.”

Keeho’s jaw practically touches the floor at your words.

“Kion… he… there’s absolutely no way.” Keeho gasps, eyes bulging out his head.

You nod smugly at him, still hardly believing it yourself.

Keeho was present for most of the times you’ve tried to get Kion to snuggle with different people. Most of the time it was a boy you liked at the time; you never actually had time to be in a relationship anyway and any boy you were interested in wouldn’t have time either. You have a strict type.

Must be intelligent, tall (let’s pretend), an athlete, basketball specifically, bonus if they play football, have a good taste in music and most importantly have a good sense of humor. If he wasn’t funny, then he’s nothing. Also, he has to like dogs and other animals, if he doesn’t then he’s not real. Who doesn’t like dogs?

As Keeho snaps out of his state of shock he diverts his gaze to a girl in the distance, you take notice, “Alright, Ima go get sum pussy. You always scare away the hoes.” He shakes his head sarcastically then walks away, already having his eye on the prize.

A nice empty couch catches your attention, you do see a tipped over cup and a wet spot on one side but that’s fine with you because there’s a whole other side for you to sit on.

Flopping onto the couch you realize it isn’t as soft as you thought it would be, you let out a small whimper.

Wooyoung probably planted that there… trying to break my tailbone. You think to yourself. Still trying to end your career, you silently blame Wooyoung, shaking your head in fake irritation.

The peace that you were feeling for a second vanishes when you hear a voice behind you, “Hel-lo, gorgeous…” A very handsome man walks from behind the couch and takes a seat next to you. Just about an inch of space between you two.

“Hey?” You reply confused, eyebrows furrowed and a hint of concern in your voice. You have no idea who this is and have never seen him.

Taking a longer look, you begin to study him. A perfect face, thick eyebrows, gorgeous smile with perfect teeth, fox-like eyes, his build looked amazing from what you could tell, wide shoulders slim waist. He was wearing a brown sweater that hugged his arms perfectly giving view of the shape of his biceps.

“Sorry, sorry I didn’t mean to come of weird. I just saw that you were sitting alone and thought that I should come talk to you.” His smile was warm, comfortable.

The two of you continue to talk he definitely has charm like no other. Although he was gorgeous and seemed interested at first, you and him quickly became good friends. Learning that he was also playing sports for the same University. He’s one of the starting receivers for the football team. Not to long into the conversation you start to talk about how a boy you met is trying to end your career, you told him his name and apparently San and Wooyoung are very good friends. Both are engaging in the same dance course.

“You want something to drink? It seems you don’t know your way around yet.” San asks beginning to stand up.

“Uhh sure, and how do you know your way around?” You asks pushing your eyebrows together as well as your lips.

“Well… I live here. This is my party, well not just mine but you know party renter. He explains.

“Oh shit, so this is like a huge ass frat?” You laugh.

San rolls his eyes, “I guess you can say that, though I’d prefer you didn’t… anyways what do you want to drink?”

“Chocolate milk?”

San’s eyes widen, “You love chocolate milk too?”

You quickly nod.

“The protein one?” He tilts his head slightly, waiting for an answer.

“Yupp, 42 grams. Core Power.”

“Yoooooo, two chocolate milks coming up!!” San dashes out your sight.

After your long conversation on that semi-hard couch your butt starts to hurt so you decide it’s best to stand up. Unfortunately, as soon as you do a chopped huzz comes up to you.

“Hey doll~” the smell of alcohol reeks off his body and you especially get a good whiff when he speaks.

You don’t respond and walk past him, you don’t get very far before he grabs your wrist.

“Wait~~ I’m E-van. L-let me get you a beer… v- vodka or maybe you like Hennessy, yeah? You like Hennessy?” He slurs his words and pulls on your wrist bringing you closer to him.

This man was big, he was built like a line man on the eagles. A large gut but definitely benches at least 300lbs.

“Nah, I don’t drink, I prefer remembering what happened the night before. Weed is much more my thing.” You respond, you try to pull away but his grip tightens, he pulls you closer to him, his right hand holding your wrist, the other now found way to your waist.

The feeling of his fat fingers on your body makes your skin crawl, and not in a good way.

“Why’re ya being so difficult?” You feel him trying to pull you closer, but you resist with all the strength that you have.

Thankfully you’re a D1 athlete and a trained martial artist and have superior strength to most men and finally are able to free yourself by pushing forward then pulling yourself out his grip swiftly.

You feel like you’re about to fall but you feel like you back up into a wall, until a hand lifts you up from your slightly bent back position.

Looking back, you assume it would be San but it’s not, it’s Yeosang.

He’s scowling, fist clenched, eyebrows furrowed, every inch of his body is trembling with rage. Even so you can’t read him.

“Yeosang?” You ask confused but thankful.

He doesn’t move his head or even look at you, he just makes sure your balanced and charges towards the dude that was just harassing you.

Yeosang’s right fist meets the middle of Evans face, quickly he strikes again with his left in the same exact spot, drawing blood, Yeosang throws a hook right to the left side of Evans head, sure to knock his brain around a bit. Yeosang dips down swiftly and launches an uppercut up at Evans jaw knocking him back, making several of his teeth shatter. You know that hurt. But Yeosang’s not done yet, he takes Evan’s head and brings it down in a clench, his knee flying up at Evan’s nose causing him to bleed profusely. Evan goes up to grab his face in pure agony but not before Yeosang uses his right elbow in one final blow.

Evan crashes backwards, falling into several witnesses and trying to catch himself. He falls onto his but, tears and blood streaming down his face and mix together.

“All this for a stupid fucking whore?” That beating seemed to sober him up a bit, he’s using big boy words now.

Yeosang slowly walks over to the man on the ground and swiftly kicks his head down then stomps on him, he begins to straddle him and continues punch him, right, left, right, left it’s continuous. He doesn’t stop, the skin of Yeosang’s hands is completely torn, practically exposing bone. Evan’s been knocked out, sure to suffer permanent brain damage.

“Alright, alright man! That’s enough… you’re gonna kill him!” You hear San’s voice and see him along with Wooyoung running towards a blinded Yeosang they’re forced to use all their strength to pry him off of the bloodied man.

“As much as I loved seeing that piece of shit get his shit rocked, I do not need to be visiting you behind bars.” Wooyoung’s eyes are wide, and brows furrowed while pushed together.

You don’t understand, why did he react like that? Maybe a push or something but he literally would’ve killed him if San and Wooyoung didn’t pull him off him.

It’s hard to comprehend what you just saw, it’s like something out of a shitty movie.

Ignoring everything you walk over to Keeho who’s currently making out with the same girl he was eyeing earlier, you hate to break up his fun but he’s your ride out of here and you really need it.

You pull him off of her and he doesn’t even question it, however you’re questioning how everyone’s focus wasn’t on Yeosang beating the fuck out of that guy.

The music cannot be that loud… you think to yourself.

“Let’s go.” He can obviously see something’s wrong, and with you he can never tell even after all these years. You’ve always hidden your emotions, whether it was physical or mental, other than happiness of course. You’re always happy. So, when he gets a chance to comfort you, he’s gonna take it.

You walk over to San who’s lifting up the battered aggressor and throwing him on the hard couch with no care at all.

Gently tapping on his shoulder, “Hey can you come with us?”

He gives you a soft smile and a shallow nod.

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You had requested some weed and a shit ton of food, so now a sushi platter and a buffet of Dave’s Hot Chicken are sitting in front of the three of you. All of you are higher than cloud 9 right now and are dying for a bite, San and Keeho take out the food from the bag and set it on your table placed in your living room, while taking sips of their slushies that you all got from 7/11.

You sit back, slumped onto your comfortable couch. Barely comprehending anything that’s happening, all your thinking about is this bomb ass food your about to eat.

Usually, you would never intoxicate yourself in front of anyone other than Keeho or Joseph, but San was oddly comforting, even if you just met him tonight. He still has the same feeling as he did sober, just slightly more quiet and slightly more touchy, thankful it doesn’t bother you at all.

The one time you tried alcohol, it was the worst experience of your life. A group of girls talked you into trying it in 10th grade and it was the day before a basketball tournament, it was fairly embarrassing, embarrassing enough to frighten you into never drinking again.

Everyone agreed on watching “try not to life” videos on YouTube, videos that never get a peep out of any of you but somehow are currently the most hilarious thing on earth. When San went to the shop to pick up the platter of sushi, he picked up a whole cooked, unseasoned salmon you asked him to get for Kion. He devoured a ten-pound salmon in the span of ten seconds. You seriously need to get him a slow feeder.

Keeho and San took a close seat next to you, Keeho pulls the table closer to the couch touching all of your guy’s knees. None of you hesitate to reach over and grab what you’re desiring.

The sliders were amazing, you topped them off with mac n cheese with honey and a pickle. You don’t even like pickles, but you see everyone on TikTok do it and it doesn’t fuck up the taste so…

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No. No, it’s not enough. It’s not enough even for the thoughts that crossed his mind, the intentions he had. What he wanted to do to you. He deserves more. He deserves to suffer.

“Rise and shine.” Evans eyes open, crusted with his dry blood.

He’s met with the sight of Yeosang and a large bucket of a chemical he can’t smell, he probably won’t be able to smell ever again with the way Yeosang broke his nose.

When Evan realizes he’s not tied up he quickly gets up and attempts to flee but unfortunately for him there’s no escape.

“G- get away from me you fucking, psycho!!” Evan shouts, nothing but raw fear in his voice.

Yeosang takes small steps towards him, “Nuh-uh, I wasn’t the one harassing young girls.” Yeosang’s tone is blunt, disgusted. He doesn’t believe scum like him should be allowed to breathe.

“Sadly, I can’t deal with you the way I want.” Yeosang rolls his eyes with his arms crossed. “Close your eyes.”

“Why wo-!” Evans agitating crys are silenced when Yeosang throws the bucket of whatever substance that was in there straight at him.

As soon as it hits Evans open wounds, he knows exactly what it is, alcohol. Evan lets out continuous screams of pure agony.

“I’m doing you a favor, now you won’t get any infections.” Yeosang cocks a brow, Evan’s face starts to fizz up like a pack of mentos in a bottle of coke. While Evan was still unconscious Yeosang may or may not have purposely rubbed salt in his wounds.

“All this for some stupid bitch?!” Yeosang snorts, his insults mean nothing, however that doesn’t mean they don’t come with consequences.

The untouched man lunges at the bloody one takes hold on his jaw with his left hand, with his right he pulls a small knife out his pocket and quickly slashes the middle of his tongue. Evan begins to gargle and choke on his own blood. Swiftly Yeosang had grabbed a small saltshaker out his pocket and popped off the lid.

Evan trys to push Yeosang off him, scratching his arm and kicking him back. He was weak. Yeosang didn’t budge, he was much stronger.

Long sleeves were covering Yeosangs arms so none of his DNA would be under Evans nails when he releases him, not that he’d be smart enough to think of that.

Yeosang leans Evan back and empties the whole bottle into Evans mouth, it wasn’t salt. It was a mixture of cayenne pepper, ghost pepper and habanero sauce.

Finally, Yeosang lets go of him and walks back slightly.

“Please, if your gonna torture me just kill me! Please…” The last word barely slipping out before the boy was knocked out unconscious for the second time tonight.

“Shoot him!” You shout at the boy sitting next to you. You are both sitting in an arcade shooting booth. It’s one of those two player games where you try to kill the zombies. You both had just watched a scary movie at the theaters that the arcade is located in and now you’re happily playing arcade games with your boyfriend.

“I am!! You keep missing all yours!” Yunho shouts back, aiming the toy gun directly at a zombie on the screen. You try to move your gun quickly at all the different zombies coming after you, there is far too many for you to kill them all.

“Shit, I ran outta ammo. We’re gonna die.” You shrug looking at Yunho who’s staring intensely at the screen.

“Nope I got us.” He kills all the zombies in the perimeter with ease. He looks in your direction and smiles at you. “I told you.”

You smile back, looking deeply into his eyes.

Gosh, you’re gorgeous. The only thing occupying his mind at all times. He realizes how lucky he is to have you. Everything about you, you both love playing games and going out. Never has he believed in soulmates until he met you.

Come on, there’s ammo right here!” Yunho snaps both of you out of a trance you had put each other in.

Using your gun to walk over to the ammo you fill up your gun. This game lasts a few minutes longer before the machine asks you for more credits to play longer. You and Yunho both agree that you’ve played long enough.

“I need to use the restroom really quick.” You say to Yunho and he nods still smiling, he gets up to follow you. He waits, leaning his back on the wall a few feet away from the door so he doesn’t look like a creep.

His phone starts buzzing in his pocket, he reaches down to grab it. The call is from his mother; he was a little surprised to see.

“Hello?” Yunho says.

He listens to the information his moms telling him.

“Mhm, yeah.” Yunho replies to whatever his moms telling him.

“Alright bye.”

Moments after he hangs up, he sees you coming out of the bathroom. You smile as soon as you see him and take his hand.

“You ready to go?” You smile at him.

“Yeah, let’s go get something to eat. We have time.” He smiles at you trying to suppress the sadness building inside of him.

You nod happily, smiling from ear to ear.

Leaving the arcade that smelled of popcorn and Pepsi the fresh air hits both of your noses causing you to exhale peacefully. The sky is beautiful right now, an orange color, the clouds are spaces out in a gorgeous pattern.

“Where do you want to go?” Yunho asks you, squeezing your hand tighter. He wishes he could stay with you forever. Holding your hand, looking into your eyes, playing games, going out to eat. All he wants is you. Nothing else. He would be happy with that. Just having you.

“I’m feeling… maybe Chinese food… or actually how about we go get a burger and fries?” You press your lips together and push your cheeks out giving him an upside-down smile. You stare straight into his eyes, “Oooo and can we get ice cream after.” You hold onto his arm, bringing him closer trying to get your way.

He chuckles lowly, “Anything for you, pretty.”

You both start to walk to the nearest burger shop, 5 guys.

Once you walk in you notice there aren’t many people here. Only a few customers aside from yourselves. One is a small family of three a mother, father and their daughter. The other is a young couple such as yourselves.

“So how many patties you want… 6 or 7?” A huge smile crosses his face as he moves his hands up and down jokingly.

You punch his right arm with your right hand, intending to make it hurt a bit, “Don’t ever say that shit again.”

“Owwww, okay okayyy. I won’ t say it again.” He groans while looking flabbergasted and holding his arm with his left hand.

“I’ll take two patties thank you.” You look up and kiss his cheek to make up for the bruise you just gave him, “I’ll kiss it better later okay.”

“Okay.” He grins.

He walks towards the counter where they take order, you follow, “Hi, can I please order two cheeseburger meals? Dr. Pepper for both drinks.”

“Will that be all?” The man at the register says.

“Yes, thank you.” Yunho says, taking out his wallet and a $20 bill.

“Your total will be $17.68”. Yunho hands him the bill and waits for the change.

“Thank you.”. Yunho says taking his receipt and heading to a table close to the back of the restaurant. You follow closely behind.

“You hungry?” Yunho asks.

“Yeah, you?”

He nods in response.

Yunho is trying to take his mind off of the phone call, but he can’t. He just wants to think about the present but it’s too hard to not think about never seeing you again. He needs to be with you. He can’t live without you, not after he’s made so many life lasting memories with you. There is no one for him that’s even touching the surface for him compared to you.

“127!” An employee shouts so everyone could hear. Yunho quickly gets up practically sprinting to the counter to get the food.

“Thank you.”

“Smells amazing,” you say still smiling. You’re always smiling when you’re with Yunho. How could you not? He’s handsome, funny, and an amazing boyfriend. You wish to stay together forever.

Yunho is just looking at the food with a blank expression, not blinking or moving a muscle at all. This is going to come to an end. An end to a story he never wanted to complete. He wanted to be with you forever. It’s all going to end.

“Yunho?” You furrow your brows and start to get your food out of the bag.

“What? Oh, my bad.” He snaps out of it.

“Why’re you zoning out? What’s on your mind?” You ask seriously. Yunho only zones out when there’s something important that he’s worried about or when he’s really nervous, which is hardly ever.

“I-it’s nothing.” He gives a small smile and takes his food out, then throws a couple fries into his mouth then takes a sip of his drink.

You know something’s up, but you trust him to tell you when the time is right. Maybe it’s a surprise, like it was your birthday. He was zoning out a lot during the week before. Although you can’t help the panging gut feeling telling you that’s not it. You ignore it hoping it’s wrong.

You both continue to eat your food with little to no conversation, which is normal you both like to eat your food in peace and not be interrupted. It’s one of the many reasons your meant for each other. He noticed how you hated when your mom would ask if the food’s good or if you like it right as you’re devouring the food, even though you’d be understanding.

“Ready for ice cream?” Yunho asks giddy.

“Mhmm.” You nod. You really are, usually you’re not one for sweets but ice cream is just your type, something about it. To be honest, you don’t love sugar cake, donuts, cookies and most candies or pies don’t suit your interest. You love a good pumpkin pie with whipped cream but that’s about it.

There’s a Baskin Robbins right on the other side of 5 guys, it doesn’t take you long to get there at all. Walking in your nostrils are hit with sugar and other substances they use to make their undeniably delicious ice cream.

“Hello! What could we get for you today?” There is an unusually chipper girl at the counter. It’s about 8pm at night, you wouldn’t think anyone would be this hyper, although she is working at an ice cream shop and probably gave herself about a thousand free samples.

“What do you want?” Yunho asks you with a soft tone, his full attention on you.

“Can I get two scoops in a waffle cone? One cookie dough, the other birthday cake.” You tell your order straight to the cashier.

“Alright, would you like anything else?” She now is looking at Yunho.

“Can I get a regular cone and one scoop of vanilla?” She quickly types his order in.

“Your total is $6.34” The cashier takes the money yunho is holding out to her.

“Thank you, and here is your receipt.” There is one other worker here and they had already begun to make your order before Yunho paid.

“Here you go,” You and Yunho take your ice creams and quickly walk out the shop.

“Mmm, it’s so delicious.” You lick your eye cream and savor the flavor with your eyes closed.

“I’m so glad to hear that,” Yunho says sarcastically, “Mines quite good as well.”

Yunho grabs your free hand and in unison you continue to walk. Another memory added to the long list of things he will have to forget. He almost lets a tear slip at the thought of having to let you go. What your life would be like without him. How would you feel? What are you going to do? Will you find someone new? To replace him? He has no right to be mad at any choice you make; he’s the one leaving you.

You scoff, “Here already.” You roll your eyes. You both finished your ice creams a while ago.

Yunho shakes his head disappointedly, what he wouldn’t do for just one more day, just one more day with you. He just wants to hold you one more time.

He looks deeply into your eyes as you do his. Should he tell you? How would he even do that?

“I’m going to miss you.” He breathily says. He knows you think he’s talking about just for the night, he’s talking about forever.

“I’ll miss you too.” There’s a hint of confusion in your tone. You will miss him as you always do, but he sounds so serious, when you’re going to see him tomorrow. You have all summer and in school too, you might not see each other as much but you’ll still be together. Right?

He cups the left side of your face with his large hand and leans forward to meet your lips in a kiss. One final kiss.

He tries his hardest not to let his tears slip but as soon as he turns away to go home, he feels a stream of them coming down his face. He doesn’t make a sound, no action, he just lets his tears fall to his cheeks then to his chin.

You feel that was odd but once again ignore it. When you get inside you take a quick shower and lay down. Before you go to sleep you go to text Yunho goodnight but see he’s beaten you too it. This makes you fall asleep with a smile on your face.

In the morning you usually wake up to a good morning text but there’s nothing to be seen on your screen. You brush it off, maybe he’s asleep.

When you first started dating you both agreed to meet in the morning everyday walking to each other’s houses, you both live a few houses down from each other not far at all. This time you have to go all the way to Yunho’s, not finding him walking to yours at all. It doesn’t help that it’s pouring rain and you end up getting practically soaked.

Knocking on his front door it’s not him that answers, it’s his mom.

“Hello, Mrs. Jeong… is Yunho here?” You ask and her eyebrows immediately furrow and she frowns. She’s always intimidated you, she never really approved of you and Yunho, saying you’d get him into trouble.

“He didn’t tell you yesterday?” You look at her in confusion. “I sent him to go live with his auntie in Australia. It’s much better there than here. He would be happier.”

Your heart drops all the way down to your feet. Why? Why wouldn’t he tell you that he’s moving? Is this what had him all worked up last night?

You don’t think. Your feet start to move on their own you rush into the street and try to find the first taxi you can find.

“Take me to the train station.” You tell him handing him $50.” He nods and begins to drive as fast as he can. You better catch him. You won’t ever forgive him if you don’t. Why wouldn’t he just tell you? When did he find out about this?

You arrive at the station in about 7 minutes you yelled at the taxi driver to hurry up quite a few times, leading you to getting here faster. You run around as quickly as you can soaking the floors and trying your best to stay balanced and not slip.

Where is he? You must find him.

Yunho?!” You call out his name, getting stares from everyone around you. You don’t see him and began to run again looking everywhere for him.

“Yunho?!” You call out again hoping for an answer.

“Excuse me,” you ask a lady that is sitting down on a bench, “have you seen a tall young man anywhere?”

She shakes her head.

You continue to call out his name several times and asking anyone you could find if they’ve seen him making you look like a mad man.

“Y/n?” You snap your head around.

It’s him.

“Yunho!?” Your eyes locked with his.

“What are you doing here?” He doesn’t look happy to see you, if anything he looks… angry? Why?

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You run over to him and hug him quickly, throwing yourself off him and pushing him back. He doesn’t budge.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving?” Tears wet your already soaked face. You don’t care at this point; nothing could make you wetter.

“I don’t know.” He looks away looking slightly guilty.

That’s all he has to say? Wow.

You laugh astonished with his behavior, “Yu-“

The speakers in the station announce a train that’s about to take off.

“I have to go Y/n.” Yunho says with a blank expression. As If he’s feeling nothing. As if he’s never felt anything at all.

Your eyebrows furrow in both sadness and rage, “Stay, Yunho please. Why are you leaving? Let’s go together. Let’s go away, I have some money saved. Please. Please stay with me.”

You sniffle through your tears.

He wants to stay. He wants nothing more than to be with you.

“No.” he says bluntly. “Forget me, you won’t ever see me again.”

He turns around and walks onto the train leaving you there. Leaving you a crying mess. After he gets in, he turns around and puts his hand up to the glass, you don’t hesitate to rush up and put your hand against the glass as if it were his hand.

The station announces that his train is about to take off, and you don’t move until he’s out of sight.

He walks into the cabin and cannot resist the building up of tears inside of him. He quickly breaks down dropping to his knees in agony, a river streaming down his face. Why didn’t he just stay? There’s nothing in Australia for him and here there’s you. His mother did a lot of convincing last night and it worked. All that convincing went away when he saw you, you came all the way here for him. But for some reason he still got on the train.

He regrets it. If he could start over he would. He would stay with you. Cradle you in his arms and stay with you forever.

Fuck, everyone here is bad as hell. You wonder what they get fed over here. It’s like all the best-looking people from every county have been scouted and transported to attend this school that’s how absurd it is. You look around taking mental notes on where certain rooms are located. You had just gotten of your first class of the day English Composition and already love it. Not even just the gorgeous faces but the professors and the classrooms, everything is top tier. During the lecture you could understand everything the teacher was saying clearly and get proper notes. The classrooms have these cool desks where you can stand or sit at a different height and chair that you can adjust as well. It’s super cool here.

Not to mention the teams and clubs here are amazing, you can’t help but feel honored to be apart of both the basketball and track team. It wasn’t easy though you had to work hard to get where you’re at. Lots of stress on the court as well as off.

You double check your schedule and confirm that you don’t have another course until 10:25 and its 9. You walk around the campus a bit studying the layout and where things are while also searching for your brother. He should be practicing; he doesn’t have class until later and is taking advantage of it. He’s a third year and the captain of the basketball team here. His name is Joseph, he’s quite tall and so are you. Joseph has worked just as hard as you to become an amazing athlete. You could say he worked even harder the academic stuff didn’t come to him as naturally as it did for you. He busted his ask looking for tutors and people who could help, you were always too busy to help him but if he asked you, you know you would drop something if need were. You believe he’s more important, he could take your family out of everything no more struggle no more wanting, always needing. He could change everything.

You walk down to the tennis courts and see the basketball courts right on the other side. As you expected Joseph and some of his teammates were there. When you were a freshman in high school, he was a junior, that was really fun considering that your relationship is great, and he’s been starting varsity since freshman year. You had an amazing first two years of high school, after Joseph left it wasn’t as fun. Not even close.

   “Yooo sister!” Joseph sees you walk onto the court, and he immediately runs over to you and wrapping you in a big hug lifting you off the ground. You tried to push him off you, he’s sweaty… very sweaty. “Come on I haven’t seen you in so long?!” He says offended.

“Doesn’t mean I want to smell like you.” You make a face of disgust. He rolls his eyes in retaliation. You take a look at his teammates as you both start to walk over to them. Danm they’re all fine as fuck.

“So, this is the sister that you don’t stop talking about?” One of the guys quip, he’s tall has gorgeous tan skin and an amazing build, also looks like he might’ve gotten a hair transplant. He has an amazing smile too, perfect white teeth but not too perfect like veneers.

“This is Mingyu” Joseph gestures to the man that just spoke. “Yunho and Wooyoung”. There are two other boys here, it seems Yunho’s the taller one and Wooyoung is the shorter.

  “Hey, I’m Y/n.” You smile at all of them. There’s something about Wooyoung that kept your eyes on him. The shorter boy is wearing a black pair of shorts and a perfectly fitting black tee, it hugs his top half and is loose on the bottom making his physic look amazing. On his feet are a pair of white socks and Jordan 4 “White Thunders”. He has on a cross chain and what looks like a diamond earing. Danm he got drip, you think to yourself. You see a pair of jeans on the floor, and a black zip-up hoodie laid on top of a black duffle bag. The jeans are “Chrome Hearts” which your surprised to see, you assume that they’re his from your observation of his style. Seems he likes black a lot; you like black too. He makes your brother look like a bum.

This is the most breathtaking being I have been graced with the sight of. How is she so beautiful, radiant even. They’re parents must have saved all the good genes for their daughter because oh my… she is stunning. Wooyoung thinks to himself. He’s starstruck by you. He notices that you have on a hoodie that represents the anime “Hunter x Hunter”. It’s purple matching your black and purple Jordan 13’s that he’s also noticed. Fuckk! Can you get any hotter?!

“What were you guys doing? 2 vs. 2s?” You ask, turning your head to your brother.

Joseph smirks and looks at you, “yeah we were but why don’t we play 2 vs. 3?” You smirk back at him. “Losers have to run 17’s.”

“Oh, you’re on. What teams?” Yunho asks.

“Me and my sis of course against you guys, your bought to get your shit rocked.” They all furrow their brows. Yeah, Josephs NBA All-Star level but there’s no ways a girl can beat them. You start off with the ball checking up with Mingyu who’s guarding you, Yunho’s on Joseph and Wooyoungs in help, Joseph walks Yunho down and burst out sprinting you quickly make a bounce pass to him allowing him an easy layup.

  The game goes on the other team hardly got the ball you played to 21 and sure enough you and Joseph won. All three of the boys were embarrassed by the humiliating score 21-11. You can’t lie though they tried. They fought hard, usually the other team doesn’t even score, your duo is just too good. When we go to the park and play against strangers for money, we make bank! Mens’s egos are so high they believe there’s no way a girl could beat them under any circumstance, and they fail every time.

  “Yall better get ready to run.” Joseph says to them with a brow raised and his water in hand. You go to grab your water out of your bag enjoying the show in front of you. Each boy is running full speed to each side of the court back and forwards continuing till they touch the side of the court 17 times.

“I can’t hear you!!” Joseph yells making them count louder. They also speed up a bit. They are quick, they even look good while running, Wooyoung is slightly faster than the rest. It’s not surprising though there obviously bigs and he’s a guard.

“14! … 15...16!” They count at the top of their lungs finishing strong. You’ve always hated doing 17’s or anything to do with running to be honest, doesn’t mean you don’t make yourself do it though. There’s no other way to be great than to push yourself and grow your limits.

“We don’t get no claps or nothing? Danm.” Wooyoung says, bringing his water bottle to his lips. His Adams apple is sexy; you want to bite it. It bobs up and down with every sip he takes. Mingyu and Yunho jog over to their clothes that are on the ground. Both boys grab their own waters and squirt it into their mouths. Water drips down Mingyu’s chin, you try hard not to stare. Mingyu has on a thin white, he’s rolled up the sleeves on, so you get an amazing view of his whole arm, the water from his chin drips down and lands on his chest soaking the white tee. You can visibly see the outline of his large muscular pecks.

A man does not need titties that big. You think to yourself and roll your eyes. You look away not wanting him to see you staring. When you turn around you see Wooyoung staring straight at you, he quickly averts his gaze onto something else when he sees you staring back at him.

Why’s he looking at me? You wonder. Lifting your wrist into the air and look at your watch, you check the time, it’s 10:04. You have class in 20 minutes. You put your water back into your bag and stand up taking the bag with you.

“I have class in 20 minutes and I wanna grab a snack before I go, so ima head out.” Your attention is on Joseph you were mainly talking to him. The others give you a small smile or nod in acknowledgement.

“Nice meeting you, Y/n.” Yunho smiles at you. He’s really cute, he kind of reminds you of a golden retriever. He also kind of reminds you of your friend Jongho, you’d say he’s more of a bear though.

Smiling at him you reply, “nice meeting you too, hope to see you around.”.

“You have to go already? Just skip your next class!” Joseph whines leaning over and puts his hands on your shoulders causing you to almost lose balance. He’s still sweaty…

“If you don’t get off of me…!” You protest, you bring your arms up as if the police told you to raise your hands. You’re aware that he’s joking about skipping class, being academically successful means a lot to the both of you and the NBA…

“I have to go I’ll see you later.” He takes his hands off you and rolls his eyes at your words.

“Fine then leave me.” He drawled with a quirk of his head as he pressed his lips into a thin line. He takes his phone out of his pocket and starts scrolling.

You shrug your shoulders and start to walk off the court and head towards the store that’s located in the Uni. Yunho waves as you walk away knowing you can’t see him anymore because your back it towards them.

Wooyoung keeps his eyes on you, not blinking until you’re out of his sight. He doesn’t even realize what he was doing until he can’t see you anymore. He shakes his head vigorously. He lets out a sigh that he didn’t know he was holding in.

You walk into your Uni’s shop and immediately walk towards the back to grab an energy drink, Ultra Black Monster Zero. Perfect. Reaching to your right you grab a pack of the protein beef jerky. 22 grams of protein for $6 not bad. Looking in front of you at the fridges one more time you take a look at the chocolate milk. To be honest, chocolate milk is your favorite especially when it’s protein chocolate milk. You reach into the fridge and grab the black bottle of chocolate milk that is labeled “Core Power” and had a big 42 grams of protein showing on the front.

That game of basketball has you tired, you didn’t move much, Joseph did all the heavy lifting you just used your elite assisting abilities to win. What you can tell though is that if Wooyoung were to be just a bit taller that game may not have gone as planned.  He’s supper shifty you could barely keep up with him; Joseph had told you that he was the team’s starting shooting guard (he has the ability to make any move on the court). Most of the points that they made were from him, he was even able to score on Joseph even though he’s almost a foot taller. You fell for a lot of his moves; you’ve never seen anyone play like that before.

As you walk to class you continue to think about the game and stick your hand into the bag of beef jerky pulling on out and throwing it into your mouth. Mingyu seems like he’s definitely better when playing 5 vs 5. His defense was really good in the post; it was hard to get past him. Yunho was really good all around, he was really sitting down on defense, he had such a wide stance and long arms that it was hard to pass the ball. Yunho was also a decent shooter, he didn’t shoot much but the times he did, he made it.

Wooyoug was the one that put it all together though, conducting the team and alerting the moves on defense.  His handles flowed so well, his footwork was incredible, it’s almost like there was a string attached to the ball. All his moves were fluid and believable hence why you were falling for them.

Your classroom was branded as J3, once again you check the time and see that it’s 10:22. You have 3 minutes, you crack open the chocolate milk and quickly chug it, not getting a drop of milk on your face or clothes. You’ve always had a talent for chugging drinks, either that or the doing the worm was your party trick.

As soon as you walk in your surprised to see Wooyoung, your eyes meet his, his eyebrows raise and cocks his head to the right as to signaling you to come sit next to him. There’s no way he’s in a culinary class. Just when you didn’t think he could get any more attractive.

Wooyoung is almost thinking the same thing. You cook, play basketball, track, good style, not to mention you’re amazing at basketball, smart and your gorgeous. There’s no way you exist.

“What you’re in this class?? You say surprised? Aren’t you a second year?” You furrow your brows in confusion. Usually this is the starting class “Culinary Foundations I” you think to yourself.

“I chose to take “Food Safety and Sanitation” my first year. I thought I could put it to more use into knowing the health standards sooner.” He grins showing all 28 of his perfect teeth. He’s gorgeous, his smile makes your heart flutter.

You smile back at him, “makes sense. I’m taking it next semester.”

He nods in reply.

“Hello everybody,” a woman who you assume to be your professor walks into the classroom making her presence known. She’s wearing a blue pair of jeans with a flowy black top, although everything is covered by her long white apron. “I am Mrs. Michealis, you may call me Mrs. M for short if you would like.” She says while she keeps content smile on her face. She looks around the class taking in the faces of all her new students.

“Today were just going to dive right in. If you’re in this class I’m sure you know what it’s about and aren’t brand new to cooking. You’ll be getting your aprons that you’ve already paid for. You may keep them forever. I’m sure you’re aware of that too. Come up and grab one as I take attendance, you may choose from the black or white aprons.” She tells everyone, already tired of us on the first day, what a shame. “I will also be telling you who your kitchen partner is. You won’t be doing much together, just sharing the sinks and such. When you receive partner assignments you will be allowed to choose. We don’t do any restaurant preparation in here, so you’ll be fine.”

You’re excited. You’ve always loved cooking and have been good at it, now you finally get to learn more about it. Owning your own restaurant that has a separate menu so you can bring your dog is your dream. Cooking, sports and animals have always been your passion. Every time you meet a new animal they’re   comfortable after a quick sniff of your hand, but who knows, maybe it’s just the way you introduce yourself or the way you smell. You shake your head. You love cooking and you can definitely get better, but you can also make a bomb ass dish.  

“When I all you and your partner you may go stand at a counter.” Mrs. Michealis starts to call out several names, two at a time. This is officially a new start, not everyone knows you anymore, this is an amazing opportunity to make real friends. Everyone here got here somehow either paid or got a scholarship to attend. When almost everyone has already grabbed their aprons and gotten their partner your name gets called, along with the one and only Jung Wooyung.

You give him a surprised smile as you both get up and walk up together. Black aprons are chosen the both of you. He walks to a station in the back while you follow closely behind.

“Is this one okay with you?” Wooyoung asks you, raising both of his perfectly threaded eyebrows.

You nod.

The professor finishes off calling names and stands up walking to the station that is placed directly in the middle of the room but facing all the other stations.

“You won’t be needing much of your own in this class, be sure to bring your aprons and a notebook.” She instructs. “I’m sure you’ve notices the hooks in front of each of your stations. Those are for your bags, every day when you come in just get out your apron out and hang your bag on the hook. If you need your notebooks, it will be posted on the board when you come in.” Almost everyone one grabs their bags and hooks them on to the front of their stations. It’s very convenient.

“Put on your aprons everyone. We will be learning how to properly hold a knife and be cutting up fruits and vegetables from our garden. This produce will be used to make dishes that will be donated towards charities, so do this diligently and listen carefully.” She has a cutting board and a bowl at her station along with two knives.

“Each of you have a bowl at your station, two cutting boards and two knives.” She says pointing to everything as she names them. “You will all need a cutting board and a knife. I will instruct what we will be cutting and how to do it.”

Wooyoung takes a knife and a cutting board setting them in front of him as he looks back at the teacher for instructions.

You do the same.

Mrs. Michealis begins to tell you all how to hold the knife and demonstrates the “Pinch Grip”. You hold the knife with the blade facing away from you and with your thumb and forefinger pinching the part of the knife right before the blade starts. She explains that the knife should feel like a proper extension of your arm, feel natural and effortless.

“Everyone take out an orange and an onion.” The professor follows her own instructions, pulling a juicy orange and a fat onion out of the bowl at her station. She grabs the orange and places it onto the cutting board you follow her lead with every step.

“We will be cutting these into 6 slice each, cut it right down the middle then cut the two pieces into thirds at an angle.” Wooyougs orange is very succulent, when he cuts into it the orange squirts onto his hand. Everyone quickly and efficiently cuts up their oranges.

“Now, you must pay attention the way you cut the onion. We will be dicing it into tiny pieces to make Pico de Gallo. The other classes with be chopping tomatoes and cilantro.” Grabbing the onions she starts to peel two layers off, she assumes you all follow.

“Start by slicing off the stem, not the root. Cut the onion in half from the root to where the stem was. Keeping the root intact helps keep the onion intact while chop.” You follow along while trying to keep yourself from tearing up over the smell of the onion. “Lay one half flat on the cutting board and make a few vertical cuts towards the root without cutting through it.”

You tried your best to not let your tears fall, you can tell your eyes are red and puffy. Cutting onions has always been something you hated, you just got one of those automatic choppers where you just push down the thing and it dices whatever you put in there.

“Finally, slice down across the onion leaving small spaces. Repeat with the other half then carefully scrape them into the pink bowl at your stations and put the orange slices into the blue.”

You try to wipe your eyes with your wrist and Wooyoung notices your puffy face.

“Are you okay?” Wooyoung said in confusion.

“Yeah, it’s just these bitch ass onions.” You sniffle.

After Wooyoung discards his herbs into the separate bowls he tries whipping your tears with his hand.

“N-“ Your eyes start to water even more, the odor of the onion all over his hand from just chopping it.  

“Oh shit, I’m sorry.” He brings his other hand to your face, whipping your eye. The orange juices from earlier get into your eye causing you to react and grab your eye. You can barely see through your puffy eyes, you look for a sink.

“Can you take me to a sink?” You ask Wooyoung still holding your eye in pain. Everyone’s eyes are on you two. It’s not their fault you both are making quite the commotion. What an amazing first impression.

Wooyoung leads you to a sink that is literally only a couple steps away, causing you to run into the counter because you can’t see.

“Here,” you lean over the sink and Wooyoung turns the faucet on.

He splashes sum water in your eye before realizing how freezing cold it is, “fuck.”

You gasp feeling the cold water on your skin and in your eye, “turn on the heat. Too cold.” You groan out.

He turns on the hot water and tries splashes your face again, “Too hot shit!! How did it get scalding so quick!?”

“Sorry, sorry...” Wooyoung goes to turn the temperature down, but you stop him.

“It’s fine, thank you. I’ll just thug it out.” You say standing up, bringing your wrist to your eye and trying to get the orange juice out.

“Well then, shall we continue?” Mrs. Michealis are directed towards you and Wooyoung with an unamused expression on her face. You look around and catch everyone staring at you both in either irritation or confusion.

“Sorry.” Both you and Wooyoung spit simultaneously.

“I really am sorry about earlier,” Wooyoung says quietly, just loud enough for you to hear. He still feels guilty even after you said it was fine a thousand times.

“I’ve already told you, I know you had good intent. It’s fine. If you don’t stop apologizing, then were gonna have a problem.” You look at him with furrowed brows and wide eyes.

You both agreed with him on showing you the way to your next class as a way to apologize, now he’s walking you to A4.

“I had this class last year, the teachers kinda bitch. I know that’s insane in college, but he gives a lot of work, even on the first day he gave us like 3 pages of work for half a lecture. I’m sure you can survive though; I did.” Wooyoung gives you a tight-lipped grin pushing his cheeks out.

“Looks like this is it.” You say seeing a row of people lined up outside the door labeled A4.

“Ye- oh Yeosang!” Wooyoung quickly rushes over to the boy he called Yeosang, dragging you along grabbing your wrist tighly.

You follow along, “Not only did you try to make me blind, now you’re trying to break my wrist? You really are taking that loss harshly.” You tease.

Wooyoung gasps at your words, “I am not. If it was me and Yeosang we definitely would’ve beat you, isn’t that right?” He nudges the boy he rushed over too with his elbow.

You roll your eyes mockingly.

Wooyoung scoffs, “Anyways, Yeosang this is Y/n. Josephs sister.”

Yeosang’s eyes widen, and he furrows his eyebrows in complete disbelief. Theirs is not way that your… his sister. Also, how does Wooyoung know you? Did Joseph introduce him to you? When? And why wasn’t he there?

“Hey.” You give him a small smile, while bringing your hand up waving gently with your fingers.

He doesn’t say anything and brings his hand up in acknowledgement.

“Yeosang’s on the team as well, our starting small forward.” You push out your bottom lip and nod in approval.

The smallest action towards him from you does unspeakable things to him. Things you would never know or understand. He doesn’t understand himself.

Rotten flesh really does stink. He raises a 10-inch cleaver above his head with his right arm while making a face of revulsion then bringing down the blade swiftly with bone-shattering force. The limb bounces off the table almost taking flight. It was the left hand of the corpse he’s dissecting. Blood is splattered onto his black wife beater he’s just started dismembering this body and there’s already such a mess. He just can’t catch a break. Linkin Park booms through the speakers making any sound or voice ineligible unless screaming at the top of their lungs.

There’s a blue tarp covering the clean wooden floors of the apartment that’s already being coated in blood and numerous body parts. The blade now cuts through the abdomen of the man lying on the table. He quickly chops it up into smaller pieces and sticks them into a plastic cup with a lid.

“Looks like I finally can go fishing,” he smiles, lightly chuckling taking the jar and throwing it into a black duffle bag a few feet away. He chops off every finger and toe directly at the joint connecting them to either the palm of the hand or the ball of the foot, “oooo, these would make good bait too!”.

“You gonna cut me up like that too?!” Yells a man from the left side of the room, clearly witnessing everything happening to the man on the table. His voice is barely heard over the deafening music. Just for a second the music is cut off. The man standing at the table with a body beneath him quirks a brow not sparing the man a single glance.

“Repeat that.” He demands continuing to dismember the body in front of him, blood still spraying on him with every cut of the knife. His bloods still warm. The man to the left hesitantly repeats the same words from before, causing the other to snicker.

“Can I please get a large caramel latte with whipped cream.” You tell cashier.  

“Will that be it?” He says, you shake your head.  

“May I also have a large Americano, two cinnamon rolls and a breakfast burrito.”  You finish off your order with a smile.  

“Anything else?” He asks smiling back at you.  

“No, that’ll be all. Thank you.” You nod and wait for him to give you your receipt. You go and sit down waiting for your number to be called. You look down at your phone and scroll through Instagram constantly getting ads like... Danm.  

“Excuse me.” You hear a man say to a woman, you glance over to see that it was your boyfriend, with your dog.  

“Boy, shave those sideburns before you come and talk to me.” The lady he was trying to pass said to him. Although it was rude you couldn’t help but laugh at what was said and the look on his face.  

“Uhm, I just need to get by... my wife is over there.” The lady looked surprised, so did you. You are not his wife... yet.  

“Oh! My apologies.” She moves swiftly with her head slightly down. “And your dog is gorgeous by the way.”  

“Thanks.” Seonghwa said smiling.  

He looked gorgeous, he was wearing baggy black jeans, a brown t-shirt that perfectly hugged his arms and chest, he’s wearing mocha Jordan 1’s. On his neck he has on a gold chain along with a silver watch on his wrist. In his left hand he held a brown Nike hoodie. In the right he held the leash that was hooked onto the harness of your beautiful border collie that was brown and white. The leash and harness were black along with the collar.  

“Hey baby,” Seonghwa says sitting down in the chair in front of you.  

“Hey,” Your eyes followed his face as he sat down. He looks good, like REALLY good. You always think he looks good to be honest but today there's something different. You're not sure what it is. “Are you going to propose?”  

“Yes.” Your eyes widen.  

“What...?” You ask surprised.  

“Just not today” Her says.  

You smack your lips disappointed, “You had me excited, you cross your arms and roll your eyes.  

He chuckles showing off his perfect set of teeth, “Rex missed you.”  

You open your mouth and look at him, “Did you miss me boy?” As soon as you look at him, he hops up on his hind legs and puts his paws on your lap. He’s so cute, his ears flop around as he waits to receive your love. You kiss his head and rub his hairy stomach.  

“You know who also missed you?” Seonghwa says still smiling. Her enjoys seeing you and Rex happy, it gives him life.  

“Who?” You say surprised with your eyebrows raised. “Was it your mom? Cuz’ I miss her too; I really miss her chicken.” You continue to pat and pet Rex as he licks your arm softly.  

“No... Seonghwa missed you.” Seonghwa says speaking in third person.  

You furrow your eyebrows and give him a weird look, “Why are you talking in third person?” Seonghwa puts his lips together and tightens his smile.  

“I’m just kidding, I missed you too.” you get up quickly and plant a kiss on his lips before he could even do anything.  

“Number 84!!” You hear one of the workers call. You grab the receipt and prepare to get up.  

“Wait, take Rex, I’ll get it.” He hands you the leash and gets up with the receipt. Rex watches as he walks to the counter already missing his daddy. Only a minute later you see Seonghwa coming back with a tray of drinks and food. He sets the tray down and sets your drink in front of your and his in front of him. He gave each of you a cinnamon roll and set the burrito in the middle as well as the pup cup he had received.  

“Don’t give it to him yet.” Seonghwa says putting the tray on top of the trash can and grabbing napkins, a butter knife and sugar.  

He finally sat down and still looked as handsome as ever. “Sit.” He tells Rex then gives him the pup cup he’s been waiting for.  

“You look really good today, Hwa.” You say finally.  

“Oh, do I?” He smirks while cutting the burrito in half with the butter knife. You could tell he was purposely making his hand veins show, it made you giggle.  

“Yes, yes you do.” you reply.  

“Well, you look gorgeous. You always do.” He says staring into your soul, he puts his hand on your cheek and pulls you closer to him as he leans closer to your ear.  

“You’d look even more gorgeous with no clothes on.” He whispered to you.  

You gasp and hit his in his shoulder, “Why are you saying things like that? Are you crazy?” Your eyebrows are raised, and your mouth was wide.  

You two finish your food while chatting and Rex begged silently.  

When you all finished you, both walked to the nearby park along with Rex. Seonghwa always has a ball in handy, even if he didn’t, he could always throw a stick instead.  

You had walked to a big empty field with Seonghwa and Rex, Seonghwa unhooked Rex’s leash from his harness and threw a tennis ball as if it were a football. Just as you excepted Rex sprinted as hard as he could to fetch the ball.  

The sky looked beautiful; it was orange in the distance but blue above with lots of clouds. After about an hour, you and Seonghwa sat down on the grass and let Rex roam free. You had laid down together and watched the sky.  

Seonghwa wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to him, you could smell his cologne, it smells amazing. He could smell your perfume it smelled amazing.  

Hongjoong looked around while holding onto your hand, “you sure this place is hidden?”

You giggle at him softly, “Joong nobody’s gonna record you… you haven’t even debuted yet.”

Hongjoong was worried about loosing his job as a trainiee at KQ Entertainment. He tried to be extra careful, he never broke any rules except for one, the dating ban.

He’s wearing a hat that covers his face a little bit, although you’re not sure if it’s to hide though Hongjoong almost always wears a hat.

Hongjoong let’s go of your hand for a second to open the door for you, “thank you.”

“Anytime” he replies smiling and flashing his perfect set of teeth. His smile is one of your favorite things about him.

“Hello!! Y/n, it’s great to see you again! How have you been?” The owner of the restaurant recognized you immediately, you had came here everyday after school. You love it, the food is amazing and it’s quite hidden, there aren’t many people that have ate here.

She walked you to an empty table and had set two menus down.

“It’s about time that you brought someone here, who is this boy?” She asks with a warm, welcoming smile.

You smile at her and introduce the boy that sat in front of you to her, “this is Hongjoong, my boyfriend.”

He smiled hearing you call him that, you both haven’t been dating for too long but had known each other for a long time. You both weren’t very close though despite knowing each other since elementary school.

He had liked you for a while and finally decided to confess when his friends pushed him hard enough. Luckily for him you had felt the same way.

The very nice lady raised her eyes slightly and smiled ever bigger, “it’s about danm time. I’ve been waiting for you to get a boyfriend and bring him here for quite some time now. You’re such a sweet girl plus you’re beautiful. I knew that it wouldn’t be long before you got a boyfriend.”

Hongjoong giggled at her comments, he definitely agreed. You are very sweet and kind, maybe a little too sweet even. You sure are beautiful too, the most beautiful girl he had laid eyes on.

“Anyways I’ll let you two be, are you ready to order yet? Or have you decided on any drinks?”

“I know what I want, I’m not sure about him though.” You had said.

She pans her head to him, “yeah, I am ready actually. May I please order Rose Tteokbokki and to drink can I have a sprite?”

She nods her head and writes his order down then looks at you, “I want pork ramen, dragon roll sushi as an appetizer and to drink may I have a Thai Tea with boba?”

She looks down at her paper and writes your order before leaving to the kitchen.

“So what do you think so far?” You ask the man sitting across from you.

“Hmm, she’s really nice. It’s also really cosy in here, feels safe and comfortable.” He explains.

You nod your head agreeing.

As you look at him for a moment you remember how much you had loved what he had wore today. A black cap, a black short sleeved shirt with some writing on it, grey sweats and on his feet were Jordan 1’s Mid Light Smoke Grey.

Not only did you love his outfit he loved yours. You wore a comfortable but clean fit that looked amazing on you, it was very appropriate for the casual date you two were on currently.

You and Hongjoongs head snaps to the entrance of the restaurant as you both see a very attractive man had walked in, Hongjoong looks away instead his eyes are now on you, your eyes stayed on the man a little longer than he had liked.

“Is his ass fat?” You furrow your eyebrows at your boyfriend’s strange question.

“What…?”

“You looked at him for a while I’m sure something had to have caught your eye.” Hongjoong pursed his lips holding them tightly together and smiling slightly while raising his eyebrows.

“Uh. Not to much, don’t act like you don’t be watching edits of Camila Cabello 24/7.”

Hongjoong sighs in defeat.

“Here you are,” the nice lady from before had set down both of your bowls of food in front of you, your appetizer in the middle and both your drinks on the side.

“Thank you”. You both had said in sync.

The food looks amazing, you and he had thought. No matter how many times you come here, you could never get tired of it. It’s one of those things that it’s so good that you can’t get bored of it.

Hongjoong immediately tried to take a bite but instead he had burned his tongue, “oh shit.”. He drops his chopsticks into the Tteokbokki making it splash and burn his eye a little.

“Are you okay?” You ask as soon as he reacted. You stand up a little pushing the table forwards slightly.

You grab a napkin and clean his face off gently. After your done you sit back down in your seat.

“Thanks.” He says giggling at himself a little.

“You have to blow it, it’s very hot.” You say to him instructively.

He nods and starts eating carefully blowing on his food before every bite.

You both had ate your food peacefully savoring every bite, you had shared your sushi with him. He loved it, liked it more than the Tteokbokki honestly.

The boba you had ordered was also amazing.

“Bye!! Come again!” The lady said kindly with a big smile.

“I will.” You smile back at her.

“Oh I know you will, but I was talking to your boyfriend here.” Hongjoongs eyes widened at the mention of himself.

“I’ll come again for sure. The food was amazing. Matter of fact next time she comes I’ll be with her.” He promises.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

They all nod.

Hongjoong takes your hand and walks you to the door opening it for you, walking out along side you.

“Glad you had fun.”

You walk in the door to see your boyfriend and his members sitting on the couch in a row, with Hongjoong bending down in front of a tripod.  

He takes his phone off it and slides it into his pocket.  

“Hey, Baby.” Wooyoung pops up quickly, his hands are in his pocket, and you can see that his cheeks are slightly flushed. 

“Hey! You did so amazing! I can’t get the way you smiled out of my head. I’m replaying your part of Crazy Form repeatedly.” You can’t believe how captivating Wooyoung and the others are. 

When you found out that they were going to Coachella you were so excited. Couldn’t believe it. You were so happy for them.  

They were so happy. They couldn’t stop talking about it.  

“Really?” Wooyoung flashes his beautiful smile. The smile that you love so much.  

“Yes! I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true. And when have I ever lied to you?”  

“Okay. Got me there.”  

“And I SO glad that you kept your clothes on unlike somebody…” you drag out the last word making sure the certain “somebody” you're talking about heard you. 

“Hey! I look good! And I’m sure Atinys loved it!” San defends himself. 

“Oh, I’m sure they did. I’m glad you were half naked. It’ll distract them from looking at what’s mine.” You put your arms over Wooyoung shoulders.  

“Hmm, how are you, baby? We haven’t had time to talk all day.” Wooyoung asked you. 

“I am fine, you are the one I wanna focus on right now.” You counter. 

“Wait…,” you lean into Wooyoung and smell his neck. Next you look at his clothing, “ohh baby. You were sweating so much. And it was cold out. You better not get sick.”  

“I’m fine I promise. Plus, I have you to take care of me.” His hands are placed on your hips, and he leans in to give you a soft tender kiss.  

“Gross… you know we’re still here, right?” You hear Mingi complain.  

Wooyoung softly pulls away from you and turns his head to his members, “yeah. That reminds me,” he turns back to you, “I reserved us a different apartment.”  

Your eyes widen, “oh thank God! I didn’t wanna be sharing a apartment with 8 smelly men.” 

“Hey!” Wooyoung wines.  

“Sorry… 7 smelly men.”  

He smiles and glances at your lips, his hands still placed on your hips. He pulls you closer to him and lays his lips on yours.  

“Let’s bounce.”  

***  

“You sure they’ll be, okay?” You ask him. 

“Y/n. There 8 grown men. I’m sure they can handle themselves.” Wooyoung states. 

You nod your head agreeing.  

On your way over to the different apartment you and Wooyoung decided to pick up some take-out. 

KQ decided to go with apartments instead of regular hotel rooms since their stay would be longer than usual.  

Wooyoung stripped himself of his clothes then hopped in the shower as you to him. Because he was stankin… 

He lays back on the couch with his feet up as you make plates.  

“Hmm, it smells so good~” he says.  

You just smile.  

You know how tired he is by listening to his voice, plus you know good and well that if he wasn’t he’d be trying to pick some of the food out with his hands.  

He’d also fight for the bigger plate.  

“Here you go, Sir.” You hand your sleepy boyfriend his large plate of food. He already had his drink placed on the coffee table beside him.  

You run your hand across his bare chest and turn it softly rubbing his shoulder and following with the other hand. 

“Hmm, baby. What are you doing?” Wooyoung tilts his head back, softly tapping your stomach.  

His features are so breathtaking. His lips, eyes, jaw, neck. Makes you just want to kiss every part of him.  

You take the way his head is leaned back as an opportunity to. 

Your hands work on his tense shoulders as you explain what and why you are doing this, “Well, since you worked so hard I figured that you’d be tense, or at least sore.” 

“Huh. Thank you, Y/n.”  

Everything changed since he met you. He’s been having great meals, spending less time on his phone, standing up for himself. Many things that improved him. 

“It feels nice~” he says softly with his eyes shut. He takes his fork and fills his face with rice.  

After about 15 minutes he’s done with his food, and so are you with his shoulders.  

“Hey, why don’t we watch a movie? There’s a tv in the bedroom if you prefer it in there.”  

“Nah, let’s stay in here. Actually, I think I’m gonna stay in here for the rest of the night this coach is really comfortable.” You tilt your head to the side and stopped rubbing his shoulders. 

“You sure? Last time you said you were going to sleep on the coach you didn’t get any sleep and could barely keep your eyes open. And we still have two more nights here. We're going to the second day of Coachella tomorrow. You need energy.” You state.  

“Yea, I’m sure. I just...” You come around and sit on the couch next to him. “I didn't have you sleeping next to me last time.”  

He draped his arm behind you and pulled you closer, laying a soft his to your temple. He pulls away and you look at him and smile. 

“What are we watching?” You ask him.  

“Terrifier.” He responds. 

“Oh hell no. You're gonna be shittin’ bricks watching that. I’m going to have claw marks from you holding onto me so tightly. I don’t need these Americans thinking that you are cutting me.” Your tone is a little stronger and your eyebrows are furrowed. “Remember when we watched “IT”? You literally screamed like you just saw someone get killed in front of you.”  

“Maybe because someone did?!” Wooyoung throws his hands up, with his eyebrows raised as a way to defend himself.  

“Mhm.” You shake your head, disagreeing.  

“Fine then,” he rolls his eyes, “we’ll watch “The Lorax”.”  

Your eyes light up, “YAHH!!”. Your favorite movie is “The Lorax”.  

You turn around so you're facing the TV, and your body is pressed against his. He also moves to position you both comfortably. He set his left arm under the pillow that your head was resting on and wrapped his other arm around you after he put the movie on. 

He pulled you close to him before laying one final kiss to your head.  

“Y/n.”  

“Yes?”