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HOW TO FALL BACK IN LOVE WITH YEONJUN

pairings: yeonjun x f!reader

tropes: one-sided enemies to lovers >:-)

plotline: yeonjun loves you. you've loved him before but now you're convinced he deserves nothing but your ironic smiles. well, you're wrong. these three acts of your life uncover the truth behind your resentment and the depth of yeonjun's love. plus, an epilogue where we collectively hate on short stories because only poetry can truly capture a writer's horniness!

what to expect: a lot of rambling in parentheses but i promise it's essential to the storyline, (i have many thoughts about how i've used this feature in this story which i can share if anyone's interested.) mbti talk, some tiktok slang.

song recommendations: sweet by cigarettes after sex, moonlight by dhruv, lay all your love on me by abba

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THE FIRST ACT: 2 THINGS YOU (MIGHT) HATE ABOUT YEONJUN

it’s not a secret that yeonjun does everything with his everything. he’s only invested in his select few interests but just the little things take up all the space in his heart. you could argue for or against his way of living, he’s more than aware it’s not the healthiest to be like this but he’s not ready to change, not while he’s still young. for now, he’s a summation of fixations and obsessions in his world. and it just so happens that one of his obsessions is you.

“what’s this? y/n’s got a new piercing?” he leans back on his heels dramatically, mouth forming an o at the sight of the newly-added butterfly stud on the helix of your ear. “and it’s only tuesday. week not going very well for you.”

you narrow your eyes at him in your typical resting-bitch-face fashion, instantly taking on an aloof demeanor, “i’m extremely uncomfortable with the fact that you’re keeping up with the number of piercings i have. can’t say i’m flattered.”

“ha! at this point, i don’t even have to try to keep count. you get a new one every other day.”

“oh, leave her alone, jun,” calls out taehyun from behind you, “she’s doing it for inspiration for her portfolio that’s due in three days.”

two ring-adorned middle fingers stick up in front of taehyun’s face, your hoarse voice following suit, “you’re a terrible friend, kang taehyun.”

“two days? and you’re not done? sorry, love, but as an ESTP, i physically cannot forgive you. i have to shame you in public.”

yeonjun laughs a little too hard for your liking at that, about to chime in with his own patronizing comment but you cut in, “oh, well, you know who else is an ESTP? donald j. trump!”

yeonjun laughs again at that, enjoying the banter between you and taehyun a lot. he joins in, “i’m an ENFP. that’s the same as katniss everdeen’s, so i’d say that explains why i’m so hot.”

you frown, “you mean you would choose peeta over gale? yeah, i can see why you have such bad taste in everything.”

taehyun howls in laughter at that and yeonjun shakes his head, “oh, ho ho ho,” he shuffles closer to you, “you don’t understand, y/n, how badly you’ve just insulted yourself.”

before you can fully comprehend the meaning of his statement, he’s gone, grabbing (stealing) a can of beer from hueningkai who’s busy forcing beomgyu to arm-wrestle him.

“whatever that means,” you huff out, massaging your temples. taehyun sighs, concealing a knowing smile, “yeah. i’ve no idea what he means.”

you rest your head against the sofa he’s sat on, stretching out your legs, “i actually hate you for betraying me like that.”

“oh god, maybe i’ll stop the day you stop talking like we’re still in the second grade and i’ve lent my eraser to the wrong person.”

“you might as well have!” you complain, not in the least petty because, “choi yeonjun did not need to know i’m behind on my portfolio. god knows what he’s gonna do with that information.”

taehyun snorts, “ah, yes, he’s probably going to plan a full-fledged assassination involving your family and kids simply based on the knowledge that you’re a helpless procrastinator.”

“you know what?” you sit up with a groan, “i think you’re the one i should be worried about sharing my secrets with. you’re the real threat here.”

your ‘friend’ simply chuckles under his breath as he watches you depart his side and hopes yeonjun’s somewhere in the crowd of the party to keep your nerves… unnerved.

yeonjun is present in the crowd, sat on the less than reassuring metal stairs of beomgyu and hueningkai’s shared apartment. his hand fidget with his phone, struggling to stop himself from going on tinder only to be disappointed because he’s just looking for another y/n and that near impossible, unless you break your oath to rely on “real life encounters and experiences” (your very own words) to find love.

he finds you then, in a group of people hanging around the balcony, cigarettes in hand. you stand a little far apart from the others, looking undoubtedly spaced-out as you swing on your heels back and forth. you’re pretty, even though yeonjun can only see one-fourth of your face, what with all the darkness and your hair in the way.

but you hate him. even if your disgusted grimaces and cold glares are all but a joke, you did seem harbor some kind of resentment toward yeonjun. he’d no idea what it was and trust him when he says he’s been putting his neck on the line just to figure out why.

so far the reasons that have him most convinced include,

one: you hate all men in general and he just happens to be a particularly irksome male presence in your life.

this is a pretty likely explanation, he thinks as he approaches you, because even as an outsider to the group you’re in, he can see that you reserve your expletives for certain men.

“…and that’s why i think everything is soup,” yuta finishes saying when yeonjun joins you. for a second there’s silence and even mark who usually can’t control his laughter maintains a poker face. then, you groan, “yuta, if i had a pencil right now, i genuinely would have stabbed you with it.”

now, this makes everyone crack up while you regard them in disbelief with a look that screams you guys know i’m serious right? because you’re dead serious.

so yeah, it’s a good bet to say that men aren’t your favorite kind of people. but still, yeonjun couldn’t shake off the feeling that your dislike for him is more personal. wishful thinking, perhaps? but then, you turn and notice yeonjun standing beside you.

your half-smile tightens into a frown, “when did you get here?”

there it was. that specific tone you use with, that was missing when you’d threatened lucas just moments ago. the grit in your teeth, the intensity of your eye-contact, even the way you say you changes. which brings him to the next and last potential reason that yeonjun has spent days, if not years, pondering.

two: yeonjun had done you wrong without knowing and ever since then, you’ve grown to absolutely despise him.

now, yeonjun knew for a fact that you’re expert at holding grudges, clear from how quick you’ve always been to bring up embarrassing things people around you, specifically taehyun, had done. and to be honest, you’re just good at remembering unusual amount of detail which you use to your advantage.

which is why yeonjun knows you’ll know he’s lying when he says, “i’ve been here for a good ten minutes, y/n. i’m so hurt you haven’t noticed.”

“stop that,” you shoot back instantly, raising a singular but intimidating index finger, “i know what you’re doing.”

yeonjun raises his eyebrow in amusement, “stop what? what am i doing?” he slightly leans in to dramatically tuck in a few stray strands of hair, “please, enlighten me.”

the low, husky voice he uses is not lost on you. despite your flaming cheeks, you scoff, “that! you’re flirting with me!” you reach up and promptly untuck the hair from behind your hair, “these are my slut strands. you’re not allowed to touch them without permission.”

“your—” yeonjun pauses, “slut... strands? right.” he swallows a chuckle, smirking instead, all while internally he’s having a breakdown over how insane you are. like in a good way. in the way that everything you say is fucking crazy but it’s so native to your logic that it drives him crazy and holy cheese, yeonjun is scaring himself right now.

he looks away momentarily to see the rest of the group’s conversation floating elsewhere. he turns back to you, “so you noticed?”

you cock up a brow, “that you’re flirting with me? no shit, yeonjun, you know i may not look street-smart but i have to live with taehyun and his witty ass so trust me, i’m not oblivious.”

“oh, i beg to differ,” he settles closer to you, leaning against the same pillar as you, shoulder flush against yours, “i didn’t think for a second that you were oblivious.”

“that’s why you ran away after telling me i was insulting myself by insulting your taste?”

yeonjun flushes, taken aback by your straightforwardness, coughing to cover up his lack of excuses at that. you breathe out a laugh at his flustered state, “hmm, so goes down the all-mighty choi yeonjun.”

“at least i wasn’t defeated by my inability to complete my creative writing portfolio due in three…” yeonjun looks down at his watch, “actually, now, two days.”

this time, you’re left without a comeback, “that’s a low blow, man.”

he laughs, “come on, isn’t this like your first time being this late?”

“once again, i remain creeped out at you knowing things like that but,” you relax noticeably next to him, “i guess i ran out of ideas this time. not sure what’s wrong.”

“and this had never happened before?”

“i thought you already knew this.” yeonjun rolls his eyes, a complete contradiction to the grin on his face. ”hm, maybe you’ve run out because you’re trying to do it the same way you’ve always done it?”

“i mean, of course i’m doing it the same way,” you mutter, “that’s like the point of having a regular writing practice. it needs to become natural.”

“yeah, but you need spice things up a little sometimes!”

“gross,” you scrunch up your nose, “you sound like you’re prescribing me a threesome right now.”

he shrugs playfully, “if that’s what rocks your boat.” you push him away at that and he laughs out, “okay, okay, but i’m serious. try something new.” you quieten down at that, probably thinking.

“what about…” you look up at him expectantly and he almost fumbles over his words, “um, what about walking around the city?”

—

THE SECOND ACT: LOVE BEGINS BEHIND CLOSED PARENTHESES

full disclosure here: yeonjun’s second reason is right. the first one isn’t completely wrong, but it’s more so the second one that finds you in the gropes of overthinking that night.

you know how at a certain point in the past, you really (really, really, really) like someone but then things don’t work because that person isn’t into you (but more because you’re too caught up in your own self-perception to do anything) so slowly that lots (and lots and lots) of like turns into a lump of resentment? yeah, that pretty much describes your relationship with yeonjun. more or less, you hate him for not liking you (”in the past!! i don’t care about him anymore!” you hastily add from behind kang taehyun who had been narrating this whole paragraph. taehyun poorly covers up an incredulous snort.)

“so now you’re going on a date with him?” taehyun asks a little too loudly, “how does that happen?”

“it doesn’t happen because nothing is happening because i’m not going on a date with him!” you half-scream, hitting the brunette on his head to try and shove some sense into it, “and please, stop being so loud or i’m going to cry.”

“y/n, we live alone. and i think you’re going to cry nevertheless, but okay. if it’s not a date, what is it?”

“it’s just a walk,” you say and when taehyun looks at you blankly, “a walk around the city, in his exact words.” more blankness. more silence. “i was going to go alone but yeonjun said he knows an obscure part of town that would help me become, you know, curious.”

“uh-huh, right, of course…” taehyun purses his lips, intrigued to see how far you’d go with your denial.

“stop looking at me like you’re so much better than me! and no—” you cut him off knowingly, “don’t say that you are better than me. you’re not. what you are is an asshole and i hate you.”

you fall into your sheets with a frustrated wail and taehyun laughs at your state for a few seconds before returning to his role as your therapist slash best friend.

“okay, y/n, i know you don’t like to think about, let alone admit it, but you’re into yeonjun. and since i can’t let what happened a year ago happen again, i’m telling you that i’m almost completely sure that he’s into you, too. so please, don’t be hostile tomorrow on your date— sorry, your ‘walk’ with him. use the opportunity or i’m sleeping over at kai’s.”

—

“i don’t know why i let you talk me into this,” you scoff as you fall into step next to yeonjun. “we’re literally at a stupid park.”

he gasps like the theatre kid he should be, “first of all, this is a huge park and you’ve no idea how much people-watching you can from here. and secondly, i bought you coffee so all you’re being right now is ungrateful.”

you stay silent, eyes scanning a group of middle-aged ladies that passes you. you hear a whiff of their conversation, something about one of them wanting to take a break by the water fountain.

“see? you’re already in the zone and i didn’t even have to shut up.”

you look back at him, awed look morphing into a scowl, “no, i think it’s just really easy for me to forget you’re here.” yeah, it’s safe to say you haven’t taken a word taehyun said to the heart.

but no matter what you say, half an hour later finds you perched on a bench, crouched over your notebook, fingers scratching quick bullet points into the paper. you look up every ten minutes or so, head moving up and then rotating slowly, and then back to writing.

it’s only when yeonjun brings you your second cup of coffee that you notice the stiffness in your shoulders. he smiles at you, brightly. brightly? no, it’s the sun that’s bright, not yeonjun. he’s… moronic.

“wanna take a break?” he asks. you stand up in answer, taking the cup he holds out for you, the words thank you leaving your lips a little too quickly. he doesn’t overreact like you expect him to, his attention on some kids a few ways away from where the two of you are.

“you wanna play frisbee?” you mean to mock, not offer, but yeonjun’s ear perk up and he’s pulling you after him before another word can be said.

“hey, kids!” he greets the children who look like they’re maybe in middle school, “could we join y’all for a bit?”

it’s a a girl in pigtails who answers excitedly, probably encouraged by yeonjun’s looks (hey, yeonjun is objectively good-looking. just because you’re stating facts about his appearance doesn’t mean you’re in love with him. because you’re not in love with him.)

“sorry, this one is a little zoned out most of the time, so just don’t aim at her face,” you hear yeonjun say as you finish convincing yourself of your lack of feelings for him. you resist the itch to flip him off and flash a polite smile to the blonde boy next to you.

he responds with an enthusiastic wave, “hello! i’m ren!” you raise your eyebrows, not expecting him to introduce himself but return with a, “hey ren, i’m y/n. nice to meet—”

you’re cut off by yeonjun’s yell as the yellow frisbee flies your way. your hands come up to shield your face but ultimately it’s yeonjun’s body crashing into yours that saves you. does it, really? you wonder as you groan from under him. the grass is damp and you’re in it and yeonjun’s on top of you. you’re not sure what makes you more annoyed.

“i fucking hate you,” you whisper as yeonjun props himself up. he’s still close enough though so he grins, looking objectively good-looking despite the twig that’s found its way into his hair. “smile, babe, i just saved your life.”

you don’t know how to respond to his outrageous use of the endearment so you’re grateful when ren exclaims, “he just called y/n noona baby!!!! ewww, they’re dating!!”

on second thought, you’re not grateful because apparently, this is enough to wreak havoc among the group of children. weren’t they already at least ten? isn’t that old enough to not be annoying? you don’t find out because next thing, yeonjun’s hand is wrapped around your wist as he helps you up.

you shoot him a glare and the loud boy next to yeonjun screams, “they’re holding hands!!!”

“gosh darn, kids, your parents never touch each other or what?”

“my mother said my father’s breath smells like beer and that’s why she won’t give him kissies like she gives me them!” the girl in pigtails answers, proud for some reason. despite everything, you crack a smile at that, leaning into yeonjun’s side who’s struggling to stifle his laughter.

“i think we’ve had enough of a break, no?” he says to you and you nod, “please, let’s go before i’m forced to write about the bad parenting in my portfolio.”

about five minutes pass in you trying to break free from the group who insist on another round. another round takes two minutes before ren takes a hit to his knee and you both take the chance to leave, with you almost sprinting back to the peace of your bench in the shade.

you fall against the tree next to the bench, yeonjun close behind. “that was…” you take a moment to catch your breath, “not bad?”

yeonjun claps his hands together, “that’s exactly what i’ve been trying to tell you! this park! those kids! me? not bad!”

and well, because you guess you can allow that the whole affair isn’t half bad, it’s already evening when you’re too tired to write anymore. you look away from your almost illegible handwriting to find yeonjun gazing at you. weirdly (longingly).

he clears his throat, “you think you have enough?”

feeling weird (love-struck), you also clear your throat, “um, i should. i hope so, my fingers feel like they’re going to fall off.”

“that’s a good sign you’ve worked hard,” he pats your head. you don’t flinch away somehow. he continues, “it’s also a good sign that we should get some food.” when you narrow your eyes at him, he rushes to add, “you know, to relax your fingers.”

the excuse is ridiculous. the premise of this entire day is ridiculous. hell, yeonjun’s entire being is ridiculous. but you’re spent, your walls aren’t as rigid in the soft light of the sunset, and yeonjun’s eyes have an unreal glow when he’s silent.

and so, ridiculously enough, you answer yeonjun, “we should get sushi.”

—

that night, you return to your place to a tipsy party (?) of taehyun, soobin, and beomgyu with hueningkai glued to his phone-screen in concentration, filming everything. “you’re back!” kai announces when he opens the door, phone still recording, and you flip the camera off, not without a careless smile.

taehyun stands up at the sight of you, “i take it you had a fruitful date?” soobin laughs, so very loudly. “lmao,” (yes, soobin has the ability to say text slang out loud irl, next question please), “get it? fruit-ful? date? dates are fruits? am i drunk already?”

you shake your head at them and simply hug taehyun, feeling unbelievably affectionate today. “oh? what’s this? y/n initiating physical contact? choi yeonjun must be a god.”

you pull away, “this has nothing to do with him,” you say, sounding unconvincing even to your own ears, “i’m just tired. good night. if you make too much noise, i will take kai hostage and—”

“oh, do that anyway!! please, i’ll pay you!!!!” beomgyu shouts enthusiastically and you leave the living room before you have to witness any more of their drunken behavior.

but even in bed, you find yourself unable to sleep, mind occupied with… thoughts (is hanging out with so many men making you slightly dull? maybe. is it making emotionally constipated? absolutely. you make a mental note to schedule a lunch date with yeji later).

to be more specific, the image of yeonjun sat across from you holding out a piece of spicy tuna roll in your direction is too stubborn to leave your head. you think about yeonjun, among other things, that night.

yeonjun is no different, his mind still reeling from the realization that he’s spent an entire day with you. a day. a date? maybe, but whatever it was, you definitely couldn’t hate him too much if you could stand to spend that much time with him. you even shared a meal with him, laughed when he pretended his chopsticks were an airplane transporting food to your mouth. you humored him. you laughed with him. was that real?

—

if you think there’s nothing worse than waking up, walking out of your room— and right into yeonjun, then you’re wrong. because the disorientation you feel comes nowhere close to compare to yeonjun’s condition when he runs into you on his way to the common bathroom. he’s not sure what he else expected but it doesn’t surprise him to see that you sleep in a ginormous graphic tee (with mona lisa’s face on it?) and shorts.

“what are you doing here?”

the sense of deja vu overwhelms yeonjun for a moment before he smiles a little because your tone is not hostile, only confused. could he take this as progress? (or are you just half-asleep?)

“i’m… i’m here for brunch?” he’s a bit out of it by the time you raise your arms to stretch, heaving a half-groan, half-sigh. and listen, yeonjun’s not a pervert but he is considerably in love with you so seeing you with your slightly droopy eyes and slumped shoulders in your perfectly in-character pajamas sets off his imagination. to all kinds of destinations. (you as a domestic cat? you as a tired soul resting in his bed after a long night? god, he’s not doing this right now.)

“i don’t? i don’t remember agreeing to brunch?” you mumble confusedly, almost petulantly.

“you know,” announces soobin, suddenly revealing himself from the shadows (he’s literally been standing beside the two of you for two minutes, waiting for you to notice him. all he gets is the heat of the sexual tension between you and yeonjun. he could cook eggs on that shit.) “yeonjun was our friend before he knew you, y/n. actually, taehyun was our friend before he was your soulmate, so a brunch is a pretty normal occasion for us.”

yeonjun nods and you simply nod your head, probably too sleepy to make any witty comments at that. he shrugs, “but you’re more than welcome to join us if you want. for brunch? i’m guessing you haven’t eaten anything since our— since last night.” why’s yeonjun flustered? he’s only invited to brunch with four other people.

“i’m—” you’re cut off by yeonjun making his way to the bathroom. when he shuts the door behind him with a less than dramatic thud, you look at soobin in confusion. “so many things are happening too early in the morning.”

but brunch becomes a thing. and you join brunch, helping yourself to taehyun’s nearly perfect breakfast spread, your plate filled with bacon, eggs, and waffles.

“i say it’s nearly perfect because all we have in this house is fucking peanut butter!” you cry out, making taehyun give you a glare because he’s heard this many times before, “i don’t know how many times i’ll have to tell you this, but jam! jam is meant to be eaten with bread, it’s the only right way, it’s the way god intended things. do i look like a gym bro to you?”

“lol no,” says soobin, high-fiving you (you’re not sure if he does that because he agrees with your point about the jam, or if he’s also not a gym bro?) “y/n has a point. there’s so much more options with jam, think of all the berries you could be eating! peanut butter is the same old, same old.”

“god, i hate it when these two are in the same room.” you don’t have time to respond to beomgyu’s exasperated comment because yeonjun shifts closer to you on the sofa, coffee kettle in hand.

“want some? i’ll pour it out for you,” he offers, eyebrows raised. you pause for a second, mouth almost hanging open at how motherly he seems, but nod in a daze and watch as he stands up, takes out a black mug (that coincidentally happens to be your self-proclaimed mug) and pours coffee into it. you’re unaware of the little smile on your face when he brings it back to you, placing the hot mug next to your plate.

you’re about to think out loud about his motherliness when beomgyu follows up on his previous comment, even more boisterous, “oh, but these two in the same room are even worse.”

you look up at that to see the other three staring at you. you make a disgusted face, “why are y’all staring at me? please stop, i feel unsafe.”

“in that case, yeonjun must be feeling really fucking unsafe from how closely you’ve been staring at him,” laughs soobin, words slightly muffled from the food in his mouth. he’s lucky he’s your favorite friend (honestly, it’s just because he looks adorable with his cheeks full but eh, his personality wasn’t that bad you suppose).

“i’ve? not? been staring?” you ignore beomgyu’s snickering, picking up the coffee, “you guys need to get lives so that you stop searching so desperately for crumbs of drama here. i’m not here to serve as a source of entertainment for yo—” you promptly, contradict your statement by spilling the top half of your drink right into your lap.

while you sit there with scalding on your bare legs, it’s only yeonjun who seems concerned (overtly so, you’d observe if you’d care to admit it) with the others laughing their hearts out, satisfied at the comedic timing of your accident.

yeonjun, meanwhile, rushes to you with a handful of tissues, lips in a pout, “what the fuck, are you stupid? how do you spill that? have you never had coffee before?” you sit there trying to get the tissues from his hand, but he swats your attempts away, swiping the coffee from your thighs.

he’s much more careful that you would’ve been, making sure none of it soaks through your grey night shorts and a hand on your knee, probably to steady himself (spoiler: his hand on your knee doesn’t steady either of you, especially not him). but he manages himself well, his worrying outweighing all else as he looks up at you, “are you okay?”

you realize you haven’t said a word, eyes raising to taehyun’s who’s now looking away but watching slyly from his peripheral vision. beomgyu and soobin are in similar positions, pretending to be decent people when really, they’re over the moon.

“yeah, i’m okay, i didn’t really feel any of that,” you mumble, patting at your thighs, “but, um, sorry i wasted so much of your coffee.” yeonjun takes one of your hands, “no, don’t worry about it, i can always make more. you can’t make more of these legs.”

“okay! that’ll do it! i can’t take it any more!” beomgyu stands up with a melodramatic groan, “you two are gross, dude! like, not even in an elementary school way, you’re just objectively gross. i hate this.”

“what was that you said about not being our source of entertainment?” jokes soobin, elbow poking yours, pointing at you and then yeonjun who’s still crouching in front of you, one hand on you, “i very much feel like i’m in a k-drama right now, so i’ve no clue what you mean.”

you can sense from the tilt of taehyun’s grin that he’s about to follow suit with an equally, if not more, obnoxious comment, so you stand up, declaring, “i’m going to my room. i have a portfolio to finish in two days!”

you retire to your room after that, deciding concentrating on your work will do you some good now that you’ve… socialized? could you even call it that? you leave it at that, plopping down on your study desk where you would’ve usually conceptualized your rough drafts like you’d done yesterday in your notebook. it doesn’t compare to the park yeonjun took you to, but there is a window to your right from where you can see the slow street in front of your apartment. people-watching through that window has given you some pretty cool ideas for your pieces. you suppose it was like a pocket-sized version of your experience at the park.

you work the afternoon away, surprised to see it getting dark outside when there’s a knock at your door. you twist in your chair and call out, “come in!”

a light-brown head of hair pokes through and squinting in the darkness of your room, you can tell that’s not taehyun. “yeonjun?”

“woah, haven’t you got electricity in here?” he asks, stepping in and you see he’s put on a cream-colored cardigan on the blue shirt from brunch.

“nah, taehyun uses the money i give him for the electricity bill and gambles it all away,” you joke, sighing with feigned sorrow.

“ah, right, i forget taehyun has a gambling addiction. i’m sorry, miss, can’t imagine what it’s like to be married to someone like that.”

you laugh at that, yeonjun joining in. he leans in against the wall across from you, finding the switch to the lights in your room and turns them on. you’re both quiet for a moment.

you, because you’re reveling in the new-ness of your relationship with yeonjun. you feel like you’ve moved on in some way, no longer feeling caught up in the bitterness that had been coloring your interactions with him so far. he’s close to you, this yeonjun right now, who really, truly looks at you. you don’t even remember the yeonjun who broke your heart. (was it him who broke your heart? you begin to wonder, or just your imagination?)

for yeonjun, he doesn’t think he could’ve said anything even if he wanted to. you look so otherworldly in the dim glow of the evening, your eyes meeting his eyes, unapologetically and most importantly, without resentment. you’re beautiful, here silently in front of him, and he thinks he might have a chance with you after all.

“um,” he’s the one to break the silence, “have you eaten since brunch?”

you shake your head, “have you?”

“nope, beomgyu roped me into watching netflix with him when i tried to study,” he admits with a shy giggle, “next thing i knew the sun was setting.”

—

THE THIRD ACT: WINE FLIES WHEN YOU'RE HAVING FUN

conversations with yeonjun always lead the most unexpected places, and this one ends up with you driving with him to the supermarket. one day, you’re taking walks and playing frisbee with yeonjun, the next you’re grocery shopping with him because he’s had a whim to cook dinner for everyone. oh, how fast the night changes.. or however that one direction song goes.

“do you like spaghetti?” he asks, approaching the shelves stacked with different types of pasta.

“think before you ask me if i like pasta again, yeonjun,” you shoot back, inspecting the packets with your hands clasped behind your back. “wow, it’s been so long since i’ve been grocery shopping. taehyun never trusts me to get stuff and that’s how we end up with only peanut butter.”

yeonjun chuckles as he scans the shelves for the kind he likes and you shuffle around a lot, making little noises at all the cute shapes in the different packings. “they have heart-shaped pasta?!” you hold up the pink package excitedly at yeonjun who closes in on you with a fond smile.

“hmm, i think i get why taehyun never lets you come grocery shopping,” he starts, “it says here this a kids’ pasta.”

you regard him with your hands on your hips, unimpressed scowl on face, “you’re saying i have to be a kid to eat heart-shaped pasta? i don’t ever want to talk to you again.”

yeonjun is in a fit of laughter but he reaches out for your wrist as you pretend to walk away anyway with a hurried, “no, no, i think we should get the heart-shaped pasta.”

the rest of your trip is you roaming around being pulled off by the obscure brands and unusual types of foods while yeonjun grabs the ingredients you’ll actually need for dinner. about fifteen minutes later, when he’s done checking off everything on his list, he finds you typing away on your phone.

he catches a glimpse of the notes app on your phone and smiles as he comes to stand in front of you, “what’s up?”

“ohh, are you done?” you look away, “i got some ideas. i’ll use them for future pieces.”

“you’re done with your portfolio?” he asks. and you nod, eyes twinkling as the two of you head to the counter, “yep, i guess your plan with the park wasn’t completely a fail. it was not bad, really not bad.”

yeonjun laughs, piling the items for the worker to bill them. you gasp at the sight of a dark purple container, “you got blueberry jam?”

(fuck, his heart skips a beat. cheesy but valid. you look like you have hearts in your eyes.) “yeah, i saw it and thought you’d like it.”

you crack a delighted smile and even though both of you are paying for the groceries, you feel like you’ve been gifted the world. “i think i love you.” (you’re only joking. …right?)

—

“taehyun!!! beomgyu!!! soobin!!!!” you holler into the house, setting up five wine glasses around the table, “dinner’s ready!”

beomgyu is the first to come out, summoned by the smell of food, gaping at the fancy set-up of the two casseroles on the table, one bigger for the spaghetti and a small dedicated to your heart pasta. “woah, this looks insane,” he comments and calls out for the other two.

yeonjun emerges from the kitchen, the bottle of red wine you’d picked out with your hands. you hadn’t been the most helpful in the conquest of the pasta ingredients but you knew a thing or two about wine. this one was one the cheaper side so you didn’t have the greatest expectations for it, but it’ll have to do.

taehyun and soobin make it to the table five minutes later, shocked at seeing a table full of homemade meal. “is this, like, you and yeonjun announcing that you’re officially a couple?” soobin asks. (he’s not joking. the way the two of you stare down at the dinner you’ve put together proudly truly has him convinced that you’re finally over the pining.)

clearly this is not the case but the sight of both of you turning as red as the spaghetti for dinner is enough to elicit a few chortles from all of them. “honestly… shut up, soobin,” yeonjun scolds and you take a seat at the table wordlessly.

the dinner is an experience. it’s been a while since any of you have had good home-cooked food like this, the past few weeks having been cluttered with take-out meals and the extent of cooking you’ve done involves frozen food.

“this is so good,” you hold up a heart pasta, waving it in the air at everyone, and then at yeonjun, “i told you this would be good. it’s so good.”

“judging from the way you’re acting like a child, i’m guessing you’re done with your portfolio?”

you glare at taehyun but nod anyway, shooting him a thumbs up, “done and dusted, sir. i even managed to proof-read it before submitting it this time.”

yeonjun has been sitting beside you, eyes round with adoration at everything you say. you can’t blame him, you’d changed into a white dress with puff-sleeves before dinner which doesn’t only fit the mood but single-handedly creates it, and it’s a rare thing to see you in a dress so casually.

taehyun smiles, “i’m proud of you. even though you’re doing the bare minimum by completing your work on time.”

you roll your eyes at his twisted way of affection, the words on the tip of your tongue dying out when yeonjun leans into you suddenly, arm reaching out for the bottle of wine beside you. he shoots you a half-smile when he meets your gaze, pouring some out for you. as he returns to his position, he says under his breath, “try not to spill this on yourself, babe.”

you hold in the giddy breath that almost escapes your throat at his words, but you can’t stop the mellow feeling that blooms in your chest, eyes following him as he pours some wine for the others, too. was it the wine that was mellow or yeonjun’s voice? (hint: it was the moment of his love for you that was mellow.)

you make it through dinner, occasionally asserting the supremity of your heart-shaped pasta for kids here and there, but overall, overwhelmed by the man by your side. when everyone’s finished eating and lazing around the sofa, beers in hand (”wine is for sissies,” beomgyu aims at you because he knows you hate it when he says that, “let’s get beer guys.”), you take to the balcony with a glass full of wine to yourself.

the night air is pleasant after the warm atmosphere inside the house and you breathe through your mouth a few times, to calm your nerves. you can feel yeonjun’s eyes on you from the living room but choose to stay still, welcoming the feeling of spacing out in solitude.

“you alright?” his voice greets your ears not two moments later. (is he really close to you right now? or is the balcony just too small for two people?)

you hum affirmatively. then, you look at him, a light laugh leaving your chest. you’re leaning into his side now, you enjoy his warmth. “i’m good.”

“didn’t know wine could make you drunk,” he breathes, heart in his throat.

you shake your head at him, “i’m not drunk.” you hesitate and then, “at best, i’m tipsy.”

“i was talking about myself. i feel drunk. ‘s never happened before.”

you frown, throwing a careless glance over your shoulder, “beer and wine? yeah, that’ll make you drunk.”

“i didn’t have any beer,” he reveals. when you narrow your eyes, he continues, “i’m not lying. i don’t like to mix the two. i’ve read it gives you headaches.”

you stay silent, holding your breath for no special reason. (…)

“besides, once i start something, i like committing to it.” if his words themselves aren’t meaningful enough, the soft look on his face is full of unmistakable love.

“you’re not just talking about wine,” at first, it’s a statement you speak, your gaze fixed. then, memories of your past hurt rush in and you finish with an uncertain, “are you?”

“i’m not,” his voice is hushed and you feel there isn’t a moment lost between when he says his words and when you hear them. you’re so close to him, in all meanings of the word. “do you still hate me?”

you’re a little stunned by the jarring question. “i didn’t hate you. really, it was… something internal. like a dilemma. a phase, almost? i don’t think i could hate you if i wanted to.”

“you think?” you can feel his words inside of yourself now, even though you doubt either of you have moved any closer to each other.

yeonjun’s heart is on fire, destructive but determined. his hand brushes back your hair. “you’re so pretty when you wear your hair down.”

you hide your face in your shoulder, away from him, flustered that his words have such an effect on you. you’ve been complimented before. with much more zest, with more elaboration. but this is different. you feel like yeonjun is holding you.

he chuckles, “are you okay?”

you pull yourself away, swallowing, but not making eye-contact with him yet. “that’s the first time you’ve called me pretty.”

“that’s the first time you’ve heard me calling you pretty,” he corrects you. his fingers are in your hair again, this time to make you look at him. “you should listen to my thoughts sometime.”

you laugh and he’s moving closer, both his hands coming to your face. your hands move from where they’ve been clasping the balcony railing for dear life and find yeonjun’s waist, silently beckoning him nearer.

when your noses touch, yeonjun hums, “i’m crazy for you, y/n.”

you want to chuckle at his silly phrasing but instead, you’re saying it back, “fuck, i’m the crazy one, yeonjun. i’ve—” you stop your words, suddenly hesitant.

but yeonjun is firm, his lips hovering over yours and his question will you kiss me? unanswered because you’re already kissing him when he asks you.

(this kiss is. . . not bad.)

—

EPILOGUE: A SELF-AWARE SLANDER OF SHORT STORIES

“so…” your voice struggles to stay stable as you prop yourself on your elbows, yeonjun’s arms never letting loose of your sides. “when you say you’re crazy, is it that you’re crazy for me or crazy because of me?”

yeonjun stops in the middle of the tantrum he’s throwing with his buried in your neck. he blows out air through his mouth and you giggle, your hands pulling him up by the hair. “answer me!”

he sighs, “i don’t know, babe. both? neither? either.”

“come on, there’s a fundamental difference between the two,” you whine, “am i a symptom of your craziness or the cause of it?” he stays motionless, lips pressing against your cheek. you add, “just so you know, there’s no right answer. i’m honored to be either.”

“god, i can’t believe you’re using your boyfriend as material that’s going to be read by your entire class. a class of pretentious, sleep-deprived kids. they’ll hate me, y/n.”

you groan, kissing yeonjun’s ear lightly, “not true! you’re a very cute boyfriend.”

“so you are using me for your creative writing class?”

you pause and yeonjun flops onto the bad, pouting and feigning a cold shoulder. “the audacity of women these days!”

“hey!” you pull him back into you, “i’ll have you know that my love language is turning people into literature.”

yeonjun’s pout is already fading when taehyun’s voice breaks into your room (you should probably re-inforce the rule about knocking now that there’s a half-naked man in your room more often than not). “that’s true. she’s already written a story about me.”

your boyfriend’s interest is piqued at this, his eyes jumping between taehyun and you. “what? really?? and you haven’t written about me?”

“i’m trying to! you’re not making it easy.”

“did you ask him all these questions when you wrote a whole story about him?” taehyun cackles in glee at yeonjun’s returning pout.

you roll your eyes, “yeonjunie, it was a short story— the most unromantic form of literature. i’m basically saying i would rather write a bunch of boring description than even think about having sex with him.”

“hmm, it seemed like a pretty enthusiastic piece to me,” taehyun supplies unhelpfully. you glare at him. if you weren’t in just your bra, you would’ve gotten up to shut the door in his face.

“babe, i’m having serious doubts—”

you quickly shut down yeonjun’s whining, “i want to write a poem about you, my love. that’s why i’m asking you so much. it takes a little more to be properly romantic! i want to be truthful.”

he hesitates and you kiss his nose to seal the deal. taehyun groans in defeat, “gross. i just came here to get your asses to brunch. hyuka’s brought mint chocolate snacks from home so we need someone to handle him, so please hurry,” he starts to close the door as he leaves, but stops when the two of you make no move to wake up, “and you’d better not start fucking now! nobody needs to hear that this early in the morning, especially not poor hyuka.”

you laugh into yeonjun’s chest as he shouts back comforting words to taehyun. his lips attach to your shoulder. “i love you, y/n. you’re the explanation for my craziness.”

you shift to look back at him, smile widening, “hm, that’s interesting. can i quickly write that down-? okay, okay, sorry, i was kidding, love, come back here!!”

—

BIG WORDS

pairings: huening kai x gn!reader

mentions of: txt's yeonjun, txt's beomgyu, nct's haechan, nct's mark, (g)-idle's yuqi

genre: fluff, angst, slightly suggestive at the end, humor if i may say so myself

trope: best friends to lovers! how cool and original ha!

what to expect: he laughs, “i don't care if you're about to pee your pants. you’ve done it before. what you haven’t done before is avoid me.”

author's note: reader is pansexual :) :) i gave up on doing an elaborate pride-themed series because i don't trust myself but i will try to release something for each member. and if you have any requests, do feel free to leave them!!

—

you wake up to your phone blowing up beside you. the buzzing of your phone startle you and you roll over to the side, picking up your phone with a groan, peeking at your phone through squinted eyes.

you sigh with recognition when your phone lights up with 10 unread messages from hyuka

hyuka: yo

hyuka: yo

hyuka: yo

hyuka: dude

hyuka: y/n…

hyuka: hulloooooooo

hyuka: y/n the loml my bestie my dear friendo

hyuka: wake up how much do u even sleep brooooo

hyuka: broski it’s important

hyuka: wow i cannot believe youuu……. stoppp ignoring meee

you groan again, cursing him in your head as you swipe your phone open.

hyuka: aha!! ur online

y/n: no shit bitch you spammed me like you were on fire or some shit

hyuka: i could’ve been on fire and u would sleep through it

y/n: happily

y/n: what the fuck do u want this early

hyuka: early?? it’s 12 pm but ok

hyuka: ok but but but i have a idea

y/n: an*

y/n: and stop having ideas

hyuka: ur gonna regret saying that

hyuka: bc i was gonna ask u to come shopping

hyuka: but ig not since u want me to stop having ideas

y/n: ….. you little shit

y/n: come pick me up in 30

hyuka: and why would i do that

y/n: because you love me <3 and you support me <3

hyuka: first i’m hearing of it 🤔

y/n: alright bye im going back to sleep if that’s what u want

hyuka: fINE BE READY BY 1!!!!!!

—

“i thought i told you i’d be here by one?” the feigned disbelief rings in hueningkai’s voice as he steps into your bedroom to find you crouched in front of your measly but functional dressing table.

“you said to be ready by one,” you mumble through gritted teeth as you focus on getting the stroke of your eyeliner right, “and that doesn’t mean you’d be here by then, so i took some more time.”

“ah, sorry, i forget how stupid you are sometimes,” hueningkai comments as he flips down on your bed. you sigh, finally satisfied with the winged eyeliner you’d been perfecting for the past five minutes.

“and i forget how shameless you are sometimes,” you retort, standing up with a huff, “barging into my house without even knocking? you’re worse than any toxic parent i’ve met.”

hueningkai greets with a sarcastically bright smile, sitting up and watching you as you put on your crocs with a pout. he laughs and you glare at him.

“’s funny how you put all that effort into your outfit only to top it off with your ugly crocs.”

you throw a handful of the tissues you used to clean up your failed eyeliner attempts at his face, “i’m going shopping without you, asshole. maybe i’ll get yeonjun, at least he understands fashion.”

“hmm, i’m gonna tell beomgyu-hyung you chose yeonjun-hyung as the fashion expert, and then we’ll talk.”

you flip hueningkai off, shoving him through the hallway of your living room, with shooing sounds. as you grab your car keys and exit the house, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the only full-length mirror at your place. a white loose-fitted shirt slightly tucked into the front of your denim shorts pair smoothly with your black crocs — you have no idea what hueningkai’s going on about, you think as you follow him with a smirk.

—

“ohhhh, how is this one?”

you stop in your tracks with a glower on your face, wondering why hueningkai is pointing the ugliest shade of green in your face.

“what?” he squeaks when he spots the look on your face, “i thought you liked green! i can’t keep up with you!”

you shake your head, “i love green, hyuka, but that—” you point a hesitatn finger at the not-green jumper in his hand, “that’s fucking devil vomit. i’m not wearing that even if you paid me real money to.”

“what if i treated you to frozen yogurt after this?”

you wordlessly snatch the atrocious piece of clothing from him, “i’m never going to buy it though so don’t even think about it.”

“don’t be so sure of yourself, y/n,” hueningkai grins at the sight of his chosen piece lying in your shopping bag and you sigh internally at how adorable it is of him to be so excited over having bribed you into simply trying on the jumper. the vision of his sheer happiness remains ingrained in your mind later, when you do put the thing on, and much to your surprise, you’re not knelt on the floor puking your insides out.

“how is this?” you deadpan with a dead look on your face as you open the door to find him already jumping up and down like an excited child at the sight of cotton candy. if only the jumper you’re wearing was the color of cotton candy, you’d consider justifying hueningkai’s taste in clothes.

“wow! wait, you actually look cute in this!”

“so you did think it was an ugly sweater?” you hit hueningkai’s arm and he bites his lip at having been caught. “fuck you. just for this, i get to choose what flavor of frozen yogurt you’re getting.” you turn around only to be spun back around.

hueningkai’s flushed face greets you and he looks down at the floor, “i’m- i’m serious! you look cu- this looks cute! seriously! i’m not pranking you right now?”

you choke over a laugh at his flustered state, both confused and half-flustered yourself. you would always have so many questions about this boy. but for now you settle your insides with a loving head-pat to hueningkai’s brown hair, “i believe you for some reason. i’m going to try the other stuff on.”

as you close the door behind you, hueningkai sighs into his hands, unable to understand what he was doing. he’s ready to melt into a nondescript muddle of emotions outside your trial room to recover but your voice calls out to him sooner than he expects.

“hey, hyuka?” his heart skips a beat at the hesitance in your tone, “um, fucking hell, i need some help here.”

hueningkai chokes over his words, “h-help? you- what, you can’t even wear clothes without my help now?” he laughs at his own unwise joke, ignoring the eye-roll of the hormonal pre-teen kid next to him.

“can you actually shut the fuck up for once and like, help me before i suffocate to death?”

hueningkai coughs, feeling his ears burn. he slightly opens the door to your trial room. “i can come in?” he mutters, heart in his throat. “yes! do you need me to write it on a fucking paper or something? come inside!!”

the boy beside him chuckles, and hueningkai glares at him, cursing him for still not having had hit puberty.

either way, he shimmies into the room, and the first thing he thinks when he looks at you is: god, he hates stupid clothes that get stuck around people’s limbs.

second, he thinks: fuck, you’re standing half-naked in front of him.

you look at him through the mirror in front of you, “hello? i’m literally being hung to death by a piece of clothing and you’re busy gaping at me? do i need to start crying before you—”

“alright, alright, i’m helping so please stop screaming at me,” he fumbles with the hem of the sweater, trying to figure out the ends of the tag that was obstructing the cloth. as hueningkai struggles with the intricacies of threads, you struggle with the feel of his fingers brushing against your skin, every other second.

“are you done yet?” your comment is meant to be frustrating but the way you say is saturated with nerves, your voice half-breaking halfway.

hueningkai chuckles, sending a flush of air against your back, making you shiver. “i’m trying!” he says, eliciting another less intense shiver from you.

“oh, wait, i get it now.. i think.”

it is now, after having sacrificed at least a majority of his working brain cells, that hueningkai notices that the sweater is a lovely shade of lavender and it fits you snugly, sitting cozily against your hip.

“oh, wow,” you voice his thoughts when you look at the mirror, “this sweater is fucking god-send.”

“i can’t believe you actually look nice right now,” hueningkai mutters. you roll your eyes at his classic back-handed compliment and turn around as he continues, “you know what is a god-send? me. your bestest friend who spent an hour trying to untangle this impossible thing.”

“so i take it you’re saying i should buy this, then?” you inquire, leaning on one leg, hands on your hips. hueningkai looks away, afraid to look at you for too long and shrugs, “i mean, it’s more decent than the rest of your closet so—”

“get out of here, hyuka.”

you sigh in relief when he leaves you alone, and feel a dull twinge at his lack of enthusiasm toward your outfit. it’s stupid, you know, to base how you feel about yourself on the basis of what someone else says but the most valid explanation you can give to that is hueningkai qualifies as something other than someone else.

put in his own words, he’s your ‘bestest’ friend. in your own words? he’s… annoying.

and just because he’s annoying and you can’t get it out of your head how annoying he is, you interrupt a perfectly peaceful, albeit far from civil, frozen yogurt debate to ask him a stupid question.

“who do you find attractive?”

hueningkai blanks out for a whole minute, comprehending that you, y/n, are asking him this, a question about who he’s attracted to. you try to hide your embarrassment by stirring around your yogurt, looking through the window.

“what? i’m curious because i’ve literally never heard you talk about being into someone.”

he shrugs as nonchalantly he can, “because i’m not into someone.”

“no, that’s not what i mean,” you nudge him again, “like, a stranger, you know? just a surface-level attraction is what i’m talking about?”

“are you seriously asking me what my type is right now?” hueningkai narrows his eyes, “what is this? a scheme to set me up with a friend of yours?”

your heart aches, wondering how much easier life would be if your ulterior motive was the simple, that easily revealed. “no! i’m just asking you! it’s not that deep, you don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to.”

you go back to eating your respective yogurts in silence after that and you’re one minute away from banging your head against the wooden table in front of you.

“it really depends. i can’t explain it that well honestly,” he says suddenly. you look up, brows raised. “it’s hard to find someone who has all the things.. you know?”

“and the same features look so different on everyone?” he points at you, “like you have short hair, right?” you’re glitching the minute he brings you up but you nod affirmatively because of course, you’re aware that you have short hair.

“but even yuqi has short hair but she looks completely different to you,” you already don’t like where he’s going with this, but you know you’re gonna sit through the suffering anyway, “she’s very loud and like, out there? yours is much more subtle.”

what does that even mean?

“ha,” you jump up in realization that you’ve said this out loud and hueningkai fumbles, “i have no idea either, it’s just… there isn’t a blueprint. you know like both yeonjun-hyung and beomgyu-hyung have had mullets but gyu-hyung looked more androgynous and ethereal.”

“what i’m hearing right now is that you have a hair fetish?”

“i hate it when i’m being vulnerable with you and you make me a pervert, y/n.”

you chuckle, stuffing another spoonful of yogurt in your mouth.

“what about you?” hueningkai asks, almost accusingly, “what’s attractive to you?”

“i hate it when people ask me my own questions, so fuck you,” you flip him off, “also, i’m attracted to people’s personality more.”

“yes, yes, i’m aware. you told me you need to get to know people properly before you can be into them?” you nod, “so then, what quality makes you be into someone?”

you sigh, “come on, this isn’t a fair question! personality isn’t like appearance! i can’t just say that my type is beomgyu in a mullet and get away with it like you!”

“hey, i never said that my type was— that’s! that’s besides the point! i’m, for example, i like funny in a person-”

“you mean a sense of humor?”

hueningkai glowers at you, “just give me something here, y/n, you’ve made me spill my beans, now you tell me at least one thing.”

“fine! god, let me think,” you mumble. a few minutes later, you shrug, “i guess.. affectionate people are.. i have a soft spot for them?”

“that’s a bad answer, who isn’t affectionate in this era? what are we all, a bunch of tsunderes?”

“i’m leaving before you give me any more trauma, hyuka.”

—

at this point, it is clear to everyone and their mother that you have a joking as a coping mechanism problem which makes the fact that you joke around hueningkai natural. of course, there comes a time in your life where you find yourself alone in your bed, unable to asleep and unable to stop yourself from doing the one thing you’ve managed to avoid pretty well: thinking.

thinking leads to thinking about hyuka which leads to thinking about your conversation with him and how yuqi is loud and out there while you’re designated a lonesome word like subtle. it doesn’t help to know that yuqi gets along so well with hyuka, despite having met him fairly recently. and you see no reason for them to not be so close, honestly. both of them are crazy, to say the least. loud, hilarious, easy-going. they could spend hours cracking jokes and laughing at them. you could sit in the same room as them and go completed unnoticed.

you sit up with a groan. you hate being like this, you do. so bitter towards people just because you’re stupidly into hyuka. god, you groan again, in realization of the fact that you’re stuck in a cliche: helplessly in a one-sided love with your best friend. you didn’t just have the second-lead syndrome, you are the second lead. you’d just watch from beside hyuka as he falls in love with someone like yuqi, words Loud! and Out There! embellished around her head.

and you’re right about the fact that you’re inside of a cliche. you’re wrong about which cliche it is.

because around the same time as you, hueningkai is whining into beomgyu’s arm about how much he hates himself for saying what he’s said to you.

“they hate me for sure! they think i have fucking hair fetish!”

“you know, huening, if you’re actually secretly in love with me instead of y/n, you could just tell me.”

beomgyu’s grin doesn’t shrink even at the sight of yeonjun’s disgusted grimace as he pulls hueningkai off him and pats his back.

“kai, calm down, my man. they said they like affectionate people, right? that’s basically you!”

hueningkai shakes his head, “no, y/n’s definition of affectionate is very different. you won’t get it. i probably qualify as clingy.”

beomgyu shakes his head behind hueningkai, “you sound insane right now, i’m sorry. i can’t take it, i’m just going to text them—”

“NO! YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING!”

—

the next time hueningkai sees you, you have red hair.

at first, he doesn’t even realize it’s you. he’s too busy looking around the room for you that when beomgyu screams, “y/n, you’re fucking crazy!!!!!” he squeals in surprise. when he turns to look at you, he expects you to just be drunk or in the middle of a wrestling match with yuqi but no.

“y-you have red hair?” he stumbles his step at the sight because he’s the one going crazy right now. what does one do when their crush dyes their hair out of the blue? or should he say, out of the red? (sorry not sorry for the bad joke. he’s down bad for you.)

his comment is drowned out by the choruses of wowing and screams around him as yeonjun and beomgyu jump around you excitedly, playing with the freshly red strands of your hair. most of the conversation is unintelligible as is to be expected but a part of it stands out.

“oh my god, why suddenly?”

you shrug, “i was just bored with my hair. it was too… subtle.”

you know what you’re doing, being overtly obvious about your motives but thanks to everyone’s enthusiastic reactions (and hueningkai’s unenthusiastic reaction), it is easy to disappear from his sights after that comment.

the rest of haechan’s game night is spent with a bunch of people rushing at you all at once, marveling at the change and catching up with you, the latter thanks to your absence at last month’s game night.

“i really missed you last month, you know!” mark jokes, poking your shoulder, “there’s nobody else who gets the hype of connect four like you!”

you laugh, “i apologize for abandoning you, my dude. i was burnt out after finals week so i just slept that whole weekend away.”

“ah, understandable. you’re forgiven in that case,” he mumbles, patting your head, and hueningkai suddenly appears at your side. though his signature goofy grin is plastered to his face, he seems stiff. you notice it right away and dread fills you, and then guilt. you’ve been ignoring him the entire night and he’s run out of patience. god, you hate life.

“you know what, we should play now!” mark exclaims, catching a glimpse of the uncharacteristic tension between the two of you. “all three of us, connect four. what say you?”

you freeze, and look around the room for an excuse. “um, actually, i was just going to go find the bathroom. you two should carry on.” mark stares at you warily before cracking a tight smile, “sure, y/n, you go do your business. we’ll be here.” he waves at you, watching you leave.

“or, i guess i’ll be here, all alone,” he corrects when hueningkai takes off right after you.

“wait, y/n.”

you would rather not. you keep speed-walking toward the bathroom, hating every step of the way.

“what-?” hueningkai takes hold of your shoulders, fixing you in place as he blocks your way to the bathroom. “hyuka, i’m literally about to pee my pants right now. so please unhand me now.”

he laughs, “i don't care if you're about to pee your pants. you’ve done it before. what you haven’t done before is avoid me.”

“avoid you?” your voice breaks because your body is never on your side, “what? i try listen to my liver's needs and suddenly i’m avoiding you-”

“i heard what you said, you know. about your hair.”

“my hair?” you mumble, and though you know what he’s referring to, you ask him, “do you like it?”

hueningkai feels the weight of the question uneasily, as if you’re not the y/n he’s known for more than just the length of his entire life, but rather as if this is a y/n he’s just met at a stranger’s party.

“i’m- i, yes, it’s nice. it looks natural. like you were born with red hair.”

the amused look on your face falls at his comment and you truly want to strangle hueningkai in that moment. you don’t.

instead, you shrug his hands off of you and rush into the bathroom, nails pressed up painfully against the skin of your palm.

“hey, y/n! what- i’m not done- hey, what’s wrong?”

hueningkai has followed you into the bathroom where it’s so much more silent and you want to go back outside. another one of those moments where your thoughts hit you hard. hard enough for you to say them out loud.

“of all the things you could say, hyuka! of all the things you could’ve said about me and my stupid fucking hair! first, it’s subtle. and now it’s, what? natural? honestly, just-” you stop when you realize you’re tearing up, “just, can you go right now? i’ll talk to you later.”

“what do you mean? i’m- did i say something wrong? i- i don’t get it.” hueningkai is truly stumped at your outburst. all along he’d been worrying about if he was being too obvious about his feelings about you. now he fears he’s not been obvious enough. (no shit, sherlock.)

you’re silent and fuming. breathing. “i don’t understand, is this about the other day? i didn’t mean anything bad-”

“but that’s just it, hyuka,” you’re not mad now. just heartbroken. “look, i didn’t think i was this far gone but i guess i am. and you’re still so fucking dense, dude. i’m in love with you but i can’t tell you that without crying like this because i’m your stupid best friend and- and just, ugh, just leave me alone right now and i’ll apologize later. please.”

hueningkai’s breath hitches, mind in chaos as he processes your words. it’s only when your hands push him toward the door of the bathroom that he springs into action.

“y/n! what the fuck is wrong with you?”

the words come out without the context of the 19 years’ worth of love he’s harbored for you so now you’re just crying harder.

“wait, no! no! i mean, i’m in love with you. i love you more than you could imagine, you literal dumbass. and you’re dense for not getting anything right. subtle? natural? have you ever heard me using big words like that for anyone else? i love you, y/n, because you’re you and that’s that. fuck you for not interpreting my words correctly.”

“what?” you choke out, wiping your tears, “you’re- but? wait, but?”

hueningkai pulls you into a hug and now it’s just adrenaline speaking for him, “i’m in love with you, y/n. in. love. with. you. with you! in love! i love you! love, not platonically, but romantically! as in i’m into you. more than friends. more than best friends and definitely, more than bestest friends—”

“okay, okay!” you shout hoarsely, pulling him closer, “i think i get it now.”

he pulls away, “you think you get it? i’m in love with—”

“i get it! you love me!” with that, you’re pressing closer to him, lips touching his cheek. “i love you.”

“can you do that again? i don’t think i get it, honestly.”

you roll your eyes but he leans in closer, lips a breath away from yours. his ears are red now and he’s back to being shy. you chuckle, your hands taking his face in them delicately and you kiss him fully on the lips.

“thank god that finally happened,” a voice from outside speaks up. you jump up and hueningkai throws the door open.

“what the fuck, beomgyu? get out of here!!”

—

“you know,” you whisper into the skin of hueningkai’s neck later that night, “you have used bigger words.”

honestly speaking it takes hueningkai a minute to recover from your incessant kissing to understand what you’re saying. “what?”

“you literally called beomgyu ethereal! that’s a really big word, even for me!”

hueningkai pulls you back into him, lips finding yours, “i’m sorry but i’m always going to love beomgyu-hyung more than you, babe.”

you shiver at how low his voice his gotten, and kiss him back, “mhm, the feeling’s mutual then.”

it’s only when the two of you are panting after nearly an hour in the darkness that your words come back to him. he pulls at your arm, “hey, what do you mean, the feeling’s mutual?!”

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They call him the ice prince, but to you, he was just the dorky best friend you had a crush on for years. Ice skating was definitely not your forte so when he invites you for a night out to skate at a lake nearby, you were hesitant to accept. Things were fine until an accident happened and you found yourself gasping for air in ice cold water and then being bitten by Sunghoon, whom you had no idea was a freaking vampire.

Pairing: Sunghoon X Fem! human to vampire Reader

Genre: fluff, a dash of angst, mutual pining, best friends to lovers trope

Warnings: mention of blood, food/ eating, death (the mc dies but not really) 

Word count: 10,903 words

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Author’s note: Again, it would be best to read Jungwon’s instalment first since there will be references to that. I know I promised to post this by the middle of May but it seems that my writer’s block was hitting me a lot harder than i thought. Apologies for any grammar or spelling mistakes!

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The devil works hard but fanfic writers work harder

— choi beomgyu x fem!reader

After a year long hiatus the once top streamer, L/N Y/N, is back and ready to take her place as #1 again, but she's met with an astonishing find, newcomer Choi Beomgyu has taken her spot and isn't going to give it up so easily.

starting - july 5th, 2021 / ended ‐ september 12th, 2021

genre: e2l 😼, streamer/gamer au!, angst, fluff, & trash talk!

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level 01 - she's backkkk!

level 02 ‐ the charts NEVER lie <3

level 03 - beomies vs lovelys ?

level 04 - let's get this show on the road

level 05 - cool...cool...

level 06 - noodle arms

level 07 - unleash the devil's (wc + texts)

level 08 - he is very beautiful to me!!

level 09 - men and their audacity

level 10 - stupid egg head

level 11 - want me to eat his bird?

level 12 - soobin the waiter

level 13 - tonight's the night

level 14 - the big speech (wc!)

level 15 - the aftermath

Game Over - Epilogue!

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choi beomgyu has hated you since your fifth grade music class when you outperformed everyone with your bright red recorder, but you never knew the reason why. almost fifteen years later, you end up as members of the same world-renowned orchestra which forces both of you to face the music - about yourselves, your feelings, and quite literally, the music you play.

.: 10.6k words .:. drummer beomgyu x flutist female reader .:. fluff, angst, musician au :.

.: tw: depictions of colorblindness, depictions of hearing loss, mature language, alcohol consumption, tipsy driving (legally sober), smoking :.

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You are a lot of things.

To your parents, you are the golden child; intelligent, beautiful, charming - and they love bragging about it. To your friends, you are the mom friend; empathetic, generous, humorous - and they love being with you for it. To your mentors, you are the model student; respectful, responsible, persevering - and they love berating other students for it.

To Choi Beomgyu, you are the devil’s spawn; prideful, irritable, punchable - and he has no plans of changing his mind.

Or rather, he had no plans to change his mind.

His hatred for anything and everything related to you dates back to the fifth grade, when you’d first transferred into his elementary school. At first, you two were simply classmates, as you were simply the new girl in town, and when you’re nine years old, those things don’t really matter. Priorities for a young boy such as he was back then laid in Sunday morning cartoons and building lego models.

This was the calm before the storm.

The storm began in the music room on a Wednesday afternoon, the last class of the day in which every student was given a recorder.

Beomgyu, ever the competitive soul, had already spent all of summer break practicing ‘Hot Cross Buns’ on his older brother’s recorder and was excited to share his superior musical talents with his peers and their music teacher. He’d always been more inclined towards rhythm and music as a child, so even when no one else in his family was really a musician, young little Beomgyu found himself much more determined to impress.

After playing his three-note piece, the applause that filled his ears was addicting, awed faces on his thirty-person fifth-grade audience.

Except for one.

The quiet new girl from worlds away looked bored.

You looked bored.

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meteor shower | lee heeseung

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synopsis: you and lee heeseung have broken up, but not in the best way possible. it was chaotic and full of spite, and both of you didn't talk or make contact since then. he's known to have had flings after your parting, while you kept yourself busy with school. a year later, you've heard from a friend that he was looking for you. once you came to meet him, he looked contrary to what you've expected—detached and hopeless. as someone who still had regards for him, you intervene in the most unconventional way possible—fulfilling a promise you made to him a year ago.

pairing: heeseung x female reader, small jay x reader moments here and there

genre: fluff, angst, exes to (possibly) lovers!au

warnings: mild somewhat excessive cursing, mentions of alcohol (only legal line drinks, def no underage drinking) and drugs, mentions of suicide, violence, mentions of blood, heeseung is a dickhead at first

a/n: finally the fifth installment... i loved writing this so much. the song inspiration for this is very close to my heart—cavetown's meteor shower. please give this bop a listen! also, this fic has some sort of crossover with pluto projector (jungwon's). you can go back to it here for reference! hope you enjoy!

"thinking, 'should I wait here or make my way home?', you said, 'go'."

"you're ignoring me." you spat out, glaring at the burgundy-haired boy who stood pridefully in front of you. his overall posture and expression made you let out a chuckle of disbelief. how did it come to this? "what was i supposed to do, ignore you back?"

you stood face to face with lee heeseung in the middle of an empty but well-lit soccer field. the wind blew in your face, stinging your misty eyes and making you shiver. meanwhile, the lad couldn't bear to return your gaze for the fact that he was guilty of everything that you've told him. would he admit it? no, he wouldn't.

from afar, one would think that the two of you were just having a lovey-dovey moment as closing time nears and not having a stupid fight that was about to tear the tapestry that you've tried to mend for so many times completely.

breaking his silence, heeseung "y/n, i—"

"is that how relationships work for you?" you cut his words off, not wanting to hear any more of his excuses. as much as you hated to remember it, you were taken back to ten minutes ago, when you saw with your own eyes the sight of him making out with the person he told you not to be jealous about—the queen bee, lee soojin. "mess me with that 'i can explain' bullshit, hee."

you didn't just hate cheaters, you despise them. ever since your mother decided to leave your family to become a prostitute and bring men every night even in the presence of your father, you swore to yourself that you wouldn't be associated with one. yet here you are, being failed by the man you expected to change your perspective on relationships. stupid, stupid, stupid.

"fuck it! why do you always have to beat me to it?" heeseung screamed, hands on his head. his voice echoed on the whole field and you hated it. you hated how he didn't want to admit his fault.

he knew he didn't have anything to explain, but he was determined to have the final say. he's the man after all.

"if i don't talk to you for a while, you say shit. if i blow up your phone and ask for your attention, you still say shit." heeseung's words ran like a bullet train—fast and continuous. you were literally scowling at him as he went on with his rambling, disbelieved by the way he twisted your thoughts. not wanting to waste energy fighting with you, he spread his arms in defeat, sarcastically saying "fine. might as well do whatever the fuck i want, then."

"oh, i'd gladly escort you out of my life, mr. lee." i just want the old you back. you let out a loud but painful cackle, jabbing a finger at the exit gates of the field. "we're done." hold me back, hee. stop me from what i'm about to do.

not wanting him to see you break down and look pitiful, you avert your eyes from his gaze, shutting your eyes closed as tears threatened to fall. you were expecting something along the lines of "i'm not leaving you here" or "can we please make this right?", but nothing came.

heeseung's heavy footsteps hit the grass as he trudged to the benches. he spared a quick glance at your back side, following the direction of where your finger pointed—outside. he felt a sense of relief, he did. however, something wasn't clicking.

why was his heart getting heavy with every step farther from you?

he wanted to take one last look at you, but his pride didn't allow him. as if you read his mind, you bellow out, "no, don't look back at me. just, just go."

and so he did.

as his figure disappears on the gates, you finally break down, silently and bitterly wailing. your chest hurt so bad that it almost constricted your airways. sitting helplessly on the grassy ground, you let out a long scream, not minding the staffs hearing you. never did you expect him to turn your back on you or worse, cheat on you as if you were nothing to him. he was your whole world, but not anymore.

how does one move on from someone?

above was the sole question that boggled your mind for almost six months. you had a very good reason to leave and get over heeseung and you know it, but you cannot seem to let go of the once precious memories you've spent with him. sure, he left you a kind of bad impression, but changes were clearly made as you progressed in your relationship.

"sike." you hear your best friend jay muse from beside you, stopping your train of thoughts. with a palm on your forehead, you peer to see the most annoying frown you've ever seen in the world. "you still into that motherfucker?"

you drew out a long sigh, shifting your gaze to a particular corner of the classroom. to say that you didn't feel uneasy sitting on your spot would be a lie. your butt was getting numb and your urge to stand up and sprint out of the room was rising. the air conditioning didn't help you with whatever you were feeling, either.

"what kind of question is that?" you answered in hopes to dodge the very controversial topic about your asshole of an ex. of course, you were still into him. you just didn't want to admit it yourself, because then, you'd be presented with a literal list entitled "concrete and concise reasons why you should enjoy the single life" by jay along with his incessant shouting about how lee heeseung "wasted you."

taken aback, jay clasped both hands on his desk, shaking his head. "i'll take that as a yes, then." he clicked his tongue, not bothering to look at you. the lad can practically see right through you after two years of friendship, and knew you well like the back of his hand. let's also not forget the fact that he has always l—

"can we please not talk about him for a while?" you gave him a grin to show your annoyance. "you like, talk about him more than i do. do you perhaps like him?"

"you know damn well that i don't associate myself with him anymore ever since i've found out that he was treating you like shit." he said through his teeth. you nod, remembering how he landed a punch on heeseung's face just hours after you ran to him crying, how mad he was at his hyung for choosing another girl over you, how violent he became when it comes to you. "he doesn't deserve peace and quiet after this."

doesn't he? you didn't know why you were suddenly curious of his whereabouts, what he's currently doing, how he's been after the breakup. fuck, no. you should be loathing him right now.

"y/n." jay called. "don't tell me you're thinking about that asshole right now."

you snort at your best friend assertively, masking the slight anxiety you felt in your chest. "of course, not. i've had enough of cheating people, jongseong. i swear they ain't shit. nope, don't get me started with my mother—i hate her."

just as you were ranting, jay notices something outside the window of the room. with his two eyes, he spots the person who has been your hot topic for a good ten minutes. lee heeseung. he squinted, anger building up in his system.

"and heeseung? he ain't shit either!" you laughed. y/n, don't eat up your own words. "does the think i'm a piece of land that he can just put crops in and leave it when they grow? hell, nah. not falling for that again. nah, no, nuh-uh."

"don't turn your head." jay mutters, mouth covered by his hands. fighting to urge not to nauseate, he fixed his eyes on heeseung making out with a random girl. on a school corridor? what a shameless fuck.

"huh? what do you mean?" you scowl at jay, turning your head by impulse just to be screamed at and be dragged to a random corner of the room. you found yourself sitting beside jay, whose grip was tight on your uniform sleeve. confused, you shoot him a scowl. "the fuck are you doing?"

"please tell me you didn't see what's outside that window." he replied with a voice almost inaudible. you couldn't tell what he was doing—or thinking—but you found it not normal, so to say.

"no, i didn't." you spat out, suppressing the urge to look over your shoulder and completely disregard jay's words. "did a ghost pass by or something? is jongsaengie scared?" you fake whined, earning a funny reaction from jay.

jay scoffed. "well, are you willing to crush your own world? tell me. come on."

"crush my own world, what the hell?" you blurted out, flicking out your wrist to peek at your watch. "it's 3 in the afternoon. are you planning to trap me here?"

as if you read his mind, jay pulls you by the wrist (again, sadly) and eventually gives up. he grabs your bags with his free hand, and you can see his furrowed brows through his fringe. why is this dumbass getting frustrated?

"don't ask anything." he said in a shockingly deep voice, making you flinch. you gasp as he slings a hand over your shoulders as he's never extended this gesture to you before. "just follow my lead."

"fine, just get me out of this chest freezer."

the two of you walked side by side as jay opens the door, revealing to you the sight of the person whom you didn't expect to see. it was heeseung, locking lips with a girl who you assumed was a freshmen.

as he heard the door open, he straightened his posture up, pulling away from his fling. i didn't just get caught making out by my ex. the two of you lock gazes for a moment, and he swore he felt a cannonball being dropped to his chest.

eventually, he breaks the eye contact with you. you looked so different in his eyes. you looked thinner and taller—more youthful.

and jay? really? he couldn't get his eyes off of jay's arm around you, wanting to break the two of you apart. if it weren't for the freshmen nudging his shoulder, he would've pounced on his former friend and start a fist fight right then and there.

"didn't take you for the young preying type," you hear jay jeer at heeseung with an evident mocking tone. "hyung."

you gape, tapping jay's shoulder. "yah, park jongseong—"

"long time no see, too," heeseung replied curtly, latching a hand on the freshman's waist. "dongsaeng."

the two lads play a short staring game. heeseung's lips curled up in a taunting smirk, to which jay replies by rolling his eyes. the younger breaks the ice, headbutting you playfully. you wince and rub your head as your best friend walks you out of the very awkward scene, and into a safer spot.

you knew you were going to be so screwed.

it has been six months since heeseung's last encounter with you (and jay whom he assumed was seeing you and made his blood boil everytime he sees you two walking together) and he couldn't get it off of his head. we can say he has redeveloped a tiny bit of anxiety whenever you pass by or appear on his line of sight.

he sighed, feeling relieved that he has finally surpassed the very tiring high school, but lives short when he realizes that he has seven more years of education left, and another year of preparation for licensure exams. why did i choose stem in the first place?

the term has officially ended and it was time for your batch to graduate and either continue your college in hybe university or pursue it somewhere else. students in tracksuits were all over the place, either taking pictures with their family and friends, holding bouquets and souvenirs of different kinds. it was a very thrilling transitioning time for everyone.

especially you.

"bitch, we're in college!" jay practically screamed to which you reacted to by placing a palm on his loud mouth.

"have you no idea that there are proctors all over the place?" you nag, retracting your hand to wipe on jay's tracksuit. "you stink, bruh."

"says the one who hasn't washed her hair for days, crying over a cheater." he rolls his eyes at you, flicking the nonexistent hair on his back.

"park jongseong!"

both of you bickered silently, not noticing the group of people coming to your direction. you were practically pulling each other's ears and laughing at yourselves when a familiar voice called your name.

"hey, y/n! jay!"

you turned your heads to see other members of your friend group— jake, sunghoon, sunoo, jungwon, and riki. seeing his two friends holding ears, sunghoon finally burst into laughter.

"is this how you welcome college?" sunoo asked somehow genuinely as you and jay let go of each other, finally calming down.

"hyung, it's just their normal best friend antics." jungwon replied.

you scan the five guys that were huddled up in front of you and jay. all of them were wearing their usual uniforms—sunoo and jungwon in eleventh grade, riki in junior high—except for jake and sunghoon who wore tracksuits that matched yours.

"if you guys need me to lend you money, i didn't bring my wallet today." jay deadpanned, earning exaggerated reactions from the rest of the boys.

"do you really think we came for that?" jake patted jay's shoulder, grinning widely. "naur, come on!"

"so we were thinking..." sunghoon followed, rubbing his chin comically. "since four of us have graduated already—"

"we've planned a year-end party in jake hyung’s house!" riki mused."

"hey, i didn't allow it yet!"

"we're doing it jake hyung’s birthday, though!"

and the bickering continues.

meanwhile, you took it as something that you can use to unwind from all the academic stress and preparation for university. you peer at jay, seeing if you can get a reaction from him. as if he has read your mind, he gave you a thumbs up. guess we're going then.

"so are you guys coming?" sunghoon asked. you nod. however, his next statement makes you drop your jaws.

"i invited heeseung hyung."

you practically freeze in your spot at the mention of heeseung's name. to be honest, you still couldn't tell if you have moved on from him after a year, but just the thought of him makes you want to get out and sprint. jay notices your silence and nudges your shoulders. "you good?" you nod in reply. it's just heeseung. no big deal. he's just going to be there for the booze, not for you.

"oh, well. guess we're not going then—"

"no, we're going." you asserted. you just assumed that it was closure he's coming for. green flag. "i'll be fine as long as you're here."

"yay, noona's coming!" sunoo giggled, the sound calming your restless chest.

"i even stocked up on some soju, you punks! it'll be a waste if you ain't going." jake chuckled.

you smiled, thankful for the people who kept you up no matter how much you wanted to leave everything behind.

guess you weren't so screwed after all.

the 15th of november finally came.

you finally arrive at jake's place, the muffled sounds of edm filling your ears. before you were able to do so, you got into a mini-argument with jay on whether you should take a ride on jay's audi or just grab an uber. your bougie of a best friend would never let you, the reason being "having you in the passenger seat made him less prone to accidents." however, you didn't want to be a bother to him so you declined.

yet here you are, and there was no turning back.

you spot your friend group, and some other people that you haven't seen before. you assumed that they included sunghoon's fangirls, jake's soccer teammates, and others who you were acquainted with. confetti covered the floor and lights of different flashed here and there. it was definitely a party.

you slung your arm over the birthday boy, jake. "happy birthday, mate!"

"aw, y/n. thanks for coming tonight. i know it's been a tiresome week for us."

"bro, i got you a pair of cleats. the nike ones." jay laughed. as expected of your bougie friend.

"soju, anyone?" sunghoon bellowed, bottles of liquor propped in between his fingers. you snatch one from his hand and so does jay.

you twisted the bottle cap open, and immediately downed the content. the liquor stung your tongue and warmed your throat, while the cold bottle cooled your shaking (because of the fact that heeseung might be lurking around) fingertips. you felt happy at that moment, not until you tilt your bottle down and see a tall figure standing in front of you.

"hi."

you almost spit your drink as you heard the voice. you gulped the remaining liquid in your mouth, wiping whatever spilled out of it. "what are you—"

before you can make out a proper phrase, you look up at the person who turned out to be lee heeseung. he stood still in front of you, a hand in his pocket, the other holding a beer can. you'd be lying if you said you didn't find him good-looking. contrary to his usual bushy fringe, his hair was slicked back. he was clad in an oversized flannel and ripped jeans, just like what he'd wear whenever he took you on dates.

"can i help you?" you asked sheepishly, failing to create a tough front. you should've spat it out, y/n. dumb. "why are you suddenly approaching me?"

"nothing much," he shrugged nonchalantly, taking a sip from his beer. "how's life?" she better not be dating jay.

the nerve. you answer him calmly, taking a step back to spare you some comfortable distance. "i don't know, frightening?" you chuckle unhumorously. "college is coming at us like a bullet train, huh?"

"it is." the lad nodded. "you still pursuing law?"

"of course, i am." you replied.

it kind of shocked you that he still remembered your dream profession. of course, he still does. despite of the fact that he has almost destroyed himself doing drugs, smoking, sleeping with different girls, and so much more, he couldn't accept the fact that he still cared for you.

he wanted to forget you as much as you him.

you two share a moment of silence together, one that felt something in between awkwardness and solemnity. awkward, for you didn't want to make eye contact with each other; solemn, for you were finally having a proper conversation after a year. however, something about heeseung felt very unsettling, something you couldn't get out of your head.

you notice him staring into spaces with his obviously gloomy eyes, one which you've never seen before. he'd either be cool or sly, but as of this moment, he looked depressed. you assumed that it was the fact that his parents made him pursue medicine against his will, or the fact that girls didn't want to sleep with him anymore.

"by the way, you haven't answered my question yet." you muttered, catching heeseung's attention. he looked straight into your eyes, and this time, he kept it going. he wasn't feeling awkward anymore. "why are you suddenly checking up on me?"

do i tell her that i actually miss her? the lad shook his head, fixing his posture. "i mean, we're going separate ways now. i just wanted to talk to you for the last time." i don't want this to be the last, though.

"good point." you smile slightly at him. oh, how he loved your smile. "i understand. you want closure, don't you?"

he frowned, fighting the urge to spill all of his guts. he wanted to save all of the serious stuff for another time, when he isn't drunk or high. not now, hee.

however, unbeknownst to you, jay was already fuming up in anger as you and heeseung shared what looked liked a very safe and normal conversation. it's been a year, but he still saw heeseung as a threat to female students, especially you—the one who actually got cheated on. his internal war was broken when a certain person clashed shoulders with him while they were running outside of the house.

"yang jungwon!"

"hey, we haven't even played uno yet!"

"let him be. he's ran off to the observatory again."

he sighed. not wanting to disturb your "closure process" with heeseung, he stood silently in a corner. he was afraid you'd be duped by the "motherfucker" again.

your conversation with heesung continued on for what felt like five minutes. you turned your head to see jungwon running off with his big-ass telescope, and just as you least expected it, certain moments played back in your mind.

"hee, can i promise you something?" you asked as you laid your head on his shoulder. the smell of fabric conditioner from his cardigan filled your nose, and it was very distinct. you'll definitely be reminded of him whenever you'd catch a whiff of it.

"no worries, baby." he replied, patting your head as he found you cute, huddled up against him.

"i promise i'd take you out one day..." you mumbled, gently stroking his arm. knowing that he'll enjoy your proposition, you grin. "to see a meteor shower."

"oh, that's cool—wait, what?"

you laughed, seeing that your assumptions were right. you knew he'd love it. he's been bugging you about it and always tells you that he hasn't seen one in real life. his father wouldn't let him peek out the window, for he was meant to set his mind on studying something he didn't love.

"would you like to?" you asked, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"oh, babe." heeseung sighed, mesmerized by the sight of you. he plants a kiss on your cold lips. "i would love to."

the date is november 15th. it was time for the leonids to give everyone a show un the night sky.

you blinked, shifting your gaze back to heeseung who was opening his second can of beer. hee, i'm only doing this to somehow make you happy. you call his name softly, to which he responds.

"yes, y/n?"

taking a deep breath, you mentally prepared yourself for the worse to come as you extend your arm and reach for his hand hanging from his side. it was cold, rough and boney—not so different from the hands you once held in yours all the time.

heeseung's eyes slightly widen as he feels the firm grip of your hand. i must be dreaming, right? he scanned your face for any signs of fear or hesitation, but there was none of those two in your expression. you were calm and composed, but little does he know that your nervousness was going beyond the roof.

for the first time in a year, you become comfortable with each other again.

"come with me."

"you're kidding me." you shook your head after heeseung shared a story about his near-death experience from a vacation—something that you didn't know of. apparently, he was almost ran over by a two-tiered bus while crossing the road drunk. why was he drunk, you ask? a random girl he slept with took his dinero on hand and left him with what costs like a hundred dollars. "just because of money?"

"i was a mess back then, y/n." heeseung replied, scratching his nape shyly. to be honest, i still am. "give me a break, will you?"

you brought him to the balcony of jake's house, wherein there was a wide view of the sky. there wasn't any cloud around and the stars shone brightly above you. you sat side-by-side with him on a wooden bench, keeping a safe distance from each other. you felt at peace as you gazed at the stars, and heeseung swears he heard you let out a dreamy sigh as you hunt for constellations.

your words kept replaying in his head as he admires you silently, remembering how genuine and warm they were. "you once told me you wanted to see a meteor shower, didn't you?" it bewildered him that you still remembered to fulfill your promise, when you were supposedly moving on, getting over him. nevertheless, he knew he'd risk a possible friendship with you if he spilled out his real reason for reconnecting and making amends—the regret of infidelity.

he definitely had no excuse for cheating on you. apparently, you were too innocent and shy for his liberated self. he thought that if he'd go around and satisfy his lust using other girls, it'd make him feel in peace. however, his actions left him scarred, depressed, and lonely.

there was none like you.

"hee?" you called him by his nickname for the first time, leaving him dumbfounded as he hasn't heard someone call him that for a while. "has midnight passed already?"

it's my agony that has passed, y/n. i'm so glad you're here. "about five minutes more." he answered, eyes glued on his phone screen. "you going home already?"

"what? no!" you giggled, finding his remark funny. "the leonids actually come on the 16th. i'll be here waiting for it." does he not want me to go yet? you stare at his embarrassed expression through your narrowed eyes as you smiled, relieved that he's opening up to you.

you were still having second thoughts on whether or not to fix things with heeseung, but eventually you just settled on making things right with him.

sitting in silence, you gaze at the sky, waiting for the first meteor to drop. heeseung did the same, too. after a short while, you spot a streak of light coming down from the vast, pitch black canvas. you gasped in awe as the streaks multiply bit by bit, your heart swelling with excitement.

"it's so beautiful." you sighed, marveling at the once-in-a-lifetime phenomenon happening above your heads. "are you seeing this, hee?"

"i am, y/n." heeseung nodded, not bothering to blink to miss a second of this feat. the meteors descended in either a split second or slow minutes, and he has spotted them all with his curious eyes.

you turned your head to the lad beside you, smiling gently as he let out interjections of excitement that were so infectious that you found yourself doing the same. the gloom in his eyes were officially nonexistent at this moment, and you felt like he was back to being five.

instinctively, he found his hand reaching yours. in shock of his sudden action, you let out a soft gasp, to which he responds to by finally looking down at at you. he chuckled softly, and it was a sound you'd like to hear another time. on the other hand, he was happy that you didn't protest, that you were okay with holding hands with him. no more grudges, i see.

"y/n."

"yes?"

"thank you." he whispered. "for finally talking to me. for fulfilling your promise even though you didn't have to."

you didn't need any words from him. you knew he was thankful.

after what felt like forever, the shower ceased. the sky was back to being starry and static. heeseung's smile drops, knowing that he'll never share a moment like this with you again. you, however, took this as an opportunity to found a lighthearted friendship, one that's safe and welcoming.

"hey, dumbass, have you seen the—what the fuck are you doing with him?"

jay stood in front of the door of the balcony, eyes lidded and fists clenched. you flinched as he took slow steps towards the bench you and heeseung were sitting on, retracting your hand from the older lad.

i did not just see my friend hold hands with this motherfucker.

you cleared your throat, finding speaking difficult as your anxiety rises. what would he say? is he going to hate me for this? "jay, i—"

"heeseung." jay called, dropping the formalities as he bore a killing stare at the man sitting beside you, who was now displaying a shit-eating grin on his face. your eyes widened as you see heeseung stand up from the bench, sauntering towards the younger.

flashbacks of their last fist fight played in your head as the two men stood face-to-face with each other. it was still clear in your memories—the way jay pinned heeseung against the lockers and pummeled him with angry fists, screaming the words "liar" and "cheater" again and again as you watched in horror how blood flowed out of their noses.

exchanging stares with each other—jay's face contorting in anger and heeseung with a confident smirk on his face, no word was said for a minute until jay decided to break the silence.

"i'll be forward with you." jay seethed, fists finally unclenching from his sides. "i like y/n."

astounded by the remark made by your best friend, you turned your head to him, and it was evident that he wasn't kidding when he pierced a dagger-like gaze at heeseung. since when?

jay had promised himself not to develop feelings for you in the two years of your friendship, but somehow, his methods to only see you as a friend have been compromised. the way you hugged and made physical contact with him without any malice was something that he (somewhat) took to heart, but unfortunately, you fell in love with heeseung once jay introduced him to you. it should've been me.

"jay..." you mumbled, still astounded by his sudden confession.

"what does that have to do with anything?" heeseung replied rather rudely. well, he was thankful that you two weren't dating, at least.

"i care for my best friend more than anything, and you know that very well." jay answered, scoffing after his statement. "what were you doing with her?"

"i took him to see the meteors." you intervened, giving jay a warning look as he took a step closer to heeseung.

"i asked you a question, hyung." jay ignored your answer, fixing his gaze on the elder's smug face. "what the fuck were you doing?"

the night that you expected to be fun and lighthearted was now melancholic and dark. you wanted to sprint outside and go home to cry freely under your blankets for there was so much information to take in, to understand.

"you actually don't need to worry about anything, jay." heeseung snapped, looking over his shoulder to see you biting your nails. his gaze softened. your habits were coming back again. he gave you a reassuring smile, then turned back to the younger lad. "she's right. we just went to see the leonids."

jay scanned yours and heeseung's faces, searching for signs of lying or hiding something, but after a while, he failed. his facial muscles relaxed as he sighed in defeat. i'll never be able to reach her, won't i?

"i never liked the fact that you confidently cheated on y/n, hyung," jay uttered, pursing his lips in hopes to hide the frown developing in his face. "but what can i do? it's evident that you're still in love with her despite all of the girls you've slept with. don't even get me started with all of your suicide attempts and drug consumptions. i personally wouldn't want to go through all of that shit."

heeseung hitched a breath after jay's lament, kind of upset that the lad beat him to it. as if he was turning himself into you, he slowly nodded his head, eyes on the stoned ground as he tried to hide the blush on his face.

"heeseung..." you almost choke on your words, eyes getting misty as you stared at him. he shook his head, telling you to cease from crying. suicide? drugs? he hasn't moved on from me all this time?

"i'll leave you two alone for a while." jay suggested, eventually stepping away from the elder. "just tell me if you still need a ride, y/n. oh, and hyung?"

"what?" heeseung looked up at jay who wore a sad smile on his face. "am i gonna get another 'fuck you'?"

"nope," the younger replied, stealing glances from you as you stood still. "it's actually 'don't fuck up'."

and with that, jay leaves the scene—heartbroken, but relieved. you wanted to hold your friend back and explain everything, but heeseung was already beside you, tapping your back. eventually, you break down, finding yourself crying on his chest.

"i'm so sorry." heeseung stated, feeling his chest tightened as you silently wailed. he didn't get a chance to properly apologize to you for his pride was defying him, and he found tonight as the perfect time. it hurt seeing you cry, but the way you held onto him for dear life has made him suppress all of his emotions. "if it weren't for you, i would've been dead now."

"that's the fucking point!" you wailed, looking up at him. you wanted to leave and be mad at him for his bad decisions, yet you wanted to stay and cry for a little bit longer. his face looked so punchable right now. "i wouldn't want someone to die because of me. what do you take me for? do you really think i'd wish that shit to happen to you?"

"i wanted to forget you, sweetheart." he chuckled bitterly, taking you in his arms and stroking your hair. "trust me, i did."

you returned his hug, arms making their way on his sides. you stood there, no space left in between your bodies as you shared a moment that you didn't wanted to end. you thought about the endless possibilities that might've happened if you turned him down and didn't make a conversation with him—he would've either jumped off a cliff or get himself high on drugs until he died. you hated being a reason for someone's passing.

"i have to tell you something, though." you croaked out, sniffling in between words.

"say it, angel."

you broke the hug, finding his hands and holding them in yours. "i have a flight to japan in a few hours and i have to be home." how i wish i didn't have to leave.

"huh? if you don't mind, why?" he asked. please stay.

you contemplated for a good minute before taking a deep breath and finally answering him. "i have plans with jay. we'll be having a quick vacation."

he sighed, thankful that it wasn't a long thing. but why jay? before he can jump into further conclusions, he just nodded. "i understand. do you want me to drive you home?"

"jay's going to do that for me." you wiped the dried up tears in your eyes. you saw him tense up, to which you assure him by pinching his cheek. "don't worry. the man just wanted to flex his audi."

you laughed together, the sounds in sync—as if the two of you were bound to be together. you took a good look at each other's faces as you did, happy that you were finally able to smile again. you loved him, and he loved you. everything felt perfect.

"i'll wait for you." heeseung gushed, the smile still not leaving his face. "i don't want to rush you into something you wouldn't like."

"thank you, hee." you replied, letting go of his hands and making your way to the exit of the balcony. he was finally getting the hang of what a good and healthy relationship should be. "goodbye. i'll see you in a month."

"take care, beautiful." he replied, waving you a small goodbye.

as you sauntered away, he couldn't take his eyes off of you. you were too beautiful, too good to be true for him. he knew that you still didn't completely trust him because of his past actions, but he made it sure to himself that you'd be the only girl in his eyes—the most beloved one.

he was about to turn around and gaze at the stars, but he hears the sound of heels clicking on the ground and a hand pulling his wrist. in a split second, a pair of soft lips pressed against his.

his eyes widened, not being able to process what just happened as you gently kissed him, eyes closed and breath ragged. he smiled against your lips, returning the favor as he scooped you up in his arms in delight. you yelp because of his sudden action, holding onto his chest as a reflex.

"miss me already?" he taunted, earning a slap on his chest from you. "kidding."

you prop your head on the crook of his neck, feeling the warmth of his body as you feel the warmth of his body through his flannel, thanking the stars for reconnecting you with someone whom you didn't expect to meet again. heeseung pecks your head softly, heart swelling with admiration and love.

guess he really didn't want to die, after all.

"my heart and the earth share the same rule, it starts with love and it ends with you."

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enhypen hyung line as college roommates

pairing: enhypen hyung line x gn!reader

genre: fluff, roommate trope

warnings: not proof read! few curse words, kisses.. that's it i think, please lmk if i missed anything

word count: 1.8k

note: this will be my first writing post on tumblr ever! as a college freshman, these bullets are really not accurate because I still live with my parents lmao and i'm still doing online school. ANYWAY this is what my brain came up with. let's start <3

heeseung

okay, he would be quiet as FUCK

he is a frickin infp, man’s introverted

he only speaks when spoken to

BUT he would be protective, i can see that

being two years your senior, he definitely gives you all the advice you could ever need.

best study places? he knows them all.

where to and not to party? he tells you everything.

even professors to watch out for. AND HE DOESNT EVEN HAVE THE SAME PROGRAM AS YOU

after two months, he’d have already warmed up to you.

no more introverted heeseung! you only knew loud and funny heeseung.

you don’t know why, but he definitely cracked more jokes when you’re around. (his friends said so the one time they came over)

as for cooking, you both would fight. either he’s lazy or you don’t want another ramen night.

it got tiring. until you noticed it’s 10pm and dinner was FAR from ready, you shook your head and headed over to the kitchen with youtube open on your phone playing the first cooking video you saw.

you didn’t realize it until it was time to add the green onion to the kimchi fried rice you were making that heeseung practically cut up all of the ingredients you needed.

“whe- how?”

“you were reaaally focused.” he shrugged and snatched the ladle from your hands so he could transfer the rice into two separate bowls.

“you could be a good sous chef, you know? have you considered shifting to culinary?”

“i’m literally one and a half year from graduating, y/n.”

that night, you both didn’t sleep until 2 in the morning.

past midnight, you both decided to clean up.

1am, you two were in front of the microwave waiting for the timer to go off.

2am, the movie you were watching during dinner and well after the popcorn rolled credits.

you see your roommate on the couch, eyes shut, head leaning towards you.

he appears to be coming closer.

you look away. ‘what is he doing?’ you think to yourself.

you suddenly feel two arms on your waist, tightening its grip. you hear “you’re my favorite roommate.” from the voice you’ve been hearing consistently the past two months.

others after the cut!

jay

i do not know if im emotionally ready for this (prolly not) but let’s go

he’s been your bestest friend for most of high school so it’s a no-brainer when you both got into the same university that y’all will be roommates.

bickering. all. day. long.

“i’m showering first.” you reminded him when attempts to open the door.

“then why aren’t you HERE?”

“i’m getting in the mood, okay?”

very chaotic.

there is one time though when you both seem to have a cease-fire.

that time being when you got sick.

he had only one class that day so the whole three hours he was gone, was the only time you felt peace after five months of living with him.

the peace you felt being a good nap. when you woke up, you heard noise in the kitchen.

“jay, is that you?”

“guess!”

you rolled your eyes and decided to get up since your nap did 50% of the medicine’s work, one that you were supposed to take.

only you ran out so you waited for jay to buy some.

“what are you doing here?” jay, turning his back from the stove to face you, questioned.

you turn his back around again, “chill. i don’t feel that sick anymore. what are you cooking?” you peeked through his shoulders with a tip-toe to see that he was cooking soup, the one your mom makes for you when you don’t feel well.

“oh my god, you love me THAT much?” you said with a hint of sarcasm and teasing

“yeah, of course. why do you think i put up with your bullshit for 6 years, huh? of course, i’m in love with you.”

“woah, IN LOVE? JAY WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?”

his confession was so sudden

and that resulted in him PLAINLY AVOIDING you for three days

“jay, can we at least TALK about it? i swear i’m gonna go insane if you go another second of ignoring me.”

“i was planning on confessing, okay? and i planned it to go way better than that. c’mon...” he looked down.

“well, i think it was perfect.”

“sorry for ruining our friendship-” you cut him off with, “i like you too, you know?”

“WHAT?” an ‘o’ formed with his mouth. he was so cute.

he finally looked up to see your expression. when his eyes met yours, both of your lips formed a smile. his eyes a perfect crescent.

“so...” he started.

“so...” you continued.

“what now?” you said together.

he shook his head, still with the unstoppable smile. “come here.” he opened his arms, gesturing a hug.

“i really thought...” he said under his breath, with his chin touching the top of your head.

“shut up and kiss me.”

jake

hella awkward at first.

you're both international students so there's gotta be solidarity or something, right?

WRONG.

you and jake didn't talk for two weeks.

nods and waves were the only forms of communication.

that was enough, i guess?

it was fortunate that your schedules were the exact opposite. all of your classes were in the morning and all of his were in the afternoon.

you only ever saw each other when you both get food in the common area.

day 13. you became really tired of this. you wanted a new friend.

so you wait for him to come home after his last class finished.

“hey jake!” you said after he locked the door.

“huh? yeah, hi?” he looked confused. maybe because he was. this was the only time he heard you speak other than your first day in the dorms, when you first introduced yourself.

you scrambled your brain to come up with what to say and nothing comes. so you just said, “nothing. just wanted to talk to you more. uh.. good night!” And walked back to your room like you didn’t just wait 2 hours on the couch.

the day after, he started talking to you more. and it didn’t take too long for you to become close. and a month into this some kind of friendship, you started to form some kind of a routine.

study sessions in the cafe nearby. every week.

it started with him just asking where you were going one night and to your surprise, he came with you to the cafe that night because he said he wants to go somewhere to study too.

ever since then, when the clock strikes 9 in the evening, you were both packing up to go down to your trusty coffee shop.

you noticed at most nights, jake doesn’t even bother to open his laptop (that he supposedly brought to study) and he just goes on his phone. you even caught him one time taking a picture of you. “you were making a funny face,” was his excuse.

you were not making a funny face. you don’t know what was going on inside his head.

“jake, if you don’t have to study, you know you don’t have to come with me. right?” you cornered him the next week. you felt a bit guilty because you thought he was forced to go with you every time ever since the first study night.

“but, y/n, i WANT to go with you.”

“why?”

“i just like your presence. if i’m bothering you, then i won’t go anymore. is that good?”

oh.

he likes your presence.

“jake! oh my god, are we friends now?” you asked him with shock and a hint of teasing.

“yeah, of course we’re fr- WAIT YOU DIDN’T SEE ME AS A FRIEND BEFORE?”

“yeah, no. you were more like an acquaintance to me.”

“MY COMING WITH YOU EVERY WEEK TO THE CAFE... was that not our friendship bonding?”

“sure, but you don’t really talk to me... jake.”

“why do we both suck at starting conversations?”

sunghoon

another introvert.

this will be hard. especially, considering that he was one of the last people you'd want to be your roommate.

he hates you for goodness's sake.

well, maybe not hate BUT you’re sure he is out to get you

it’s hard having your academic rival as your roommate, no?

imagine, the one who races you to answer your professor just to annoy you is the same person you have to see each morning.

the one who always compares both of your scores is the same one who is now making coffee just outside your door.

can your university experience get any worse?

a deep breath later and your door is open. you need to go to school anyway.

you nodded at sunghoon and headed to the bathroom to shower.

you were running late, so you did everything as fast as you could.

then, you remembered as you were finishing up

you forgot to eat! you always liked to eat before showering, it was comforting.

it gave the slow vibe of a weekend morning. but now, all of that's gone.

all because of your annoying roommate who you were trying to avoid a while ago..

ultimately, you decided to eat just after your first class.

it’s only for an hour, i can do it. you thought about its duration. you can go back to your apartment to eat, without any distractions.

okay, it’s been decided! let's go to class.

you got out, all dressed and wondered, “where is he?”

why were you looking for sunghoon anyway

you shook your head and picked your keys up to go out.

an hour later, you heard noises as you were unlocking your apartment door.

you thought to yourself, sunghoon is gone for the day, right?

is there someone else inside? what if it was a thief?

so you inhaled as you opened the door.

while you were expecting a black masked figure, you saw the last person you’d thought to see.

sunghoon.

“you didn't eat breakfast.” he said simply and pointed to the dining table where he was sitting.

he continued, “so i cooked.”

“you weren’t even here when i finished showering.”

he shrugged. “groceries, duh.”

you laughed through your nose. “always an answer for everything. huh, sunghoon?”

“you bet,” he smiled and continued, “this doesn't mean we're friends. remember that.”

“of course. even the time when you took care of me when i was drunk, we weren't friends then.”

“yes! we weren't, we aren't, and we will definitely will not be friends.”

“you're insufferable, sunghoon.”

“not as much as you, though.” and he had the audacity to wink.

he was wrong, by the way.

both of you became friends soon after that.

then, lovers.

wait. that makes him... half right. you both are certainly not friends now.

“oh my god. was that what you meant by us never being friends?!” you jump up from your slumber.

you both were taking a nap. it was a nice sunday afternoon.

in your shared bed, sunghoon turns to face you.

he jolted his eyes in confusion. why were you screaming well into the afternoon? he didn't know.

but he did.

“we were never going to be friends because,” he paused to grab onto you and be closer to your scent.

“i was already in love with you then.”

wonyoung may not be a lesbian to you but she is a lesbian to kpop smau writers on tumblr and that is enough

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rich, playboy!sunghoon falling in love with good girl, poor!reader

content: rich, yandere!sunghoon x fem!reader, ok so basically his family is rich, he saw you in school one day and had to have you… he sent you flowers </3 he’s a bit possessive… maybe even delulu? kidnapping at the end?

word count: 2002

a/n: i did this as a school scenario, i hope that’s fine!

he smelled of money and expensive cologne, always dressed in black with details of white. everybody knew about him, but he was as rare as a solar eclipse — not everyone had the honour of seeing him in the flesh. his mother owned one of the biggest companies in the country and his father was a well-known lawyer. the park family had definitely put their mark in history, however, there was one little problem with sunghoon — he was known for being a playboy. playing with the hearts of women and crushing them the second he pleased. and what could they do but blame themselves? he was park sunghoon, the most perfect boy in the country.

but he wasn’t perfect. he had a little secret. one of the few reasons he went to school was to see you… the poor, fragile, good girl who got straight a’s ever since grades were introduced. you weren’t in the same class, but he saw you for the first time as you were passing the halls, hurrying to class with books in your embrace. he thought you looked too pure for his own good, but something sparked an urge within him. he had to have you.

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lolol im a pretty fast reader 🙃

also can we get jay's reaction to finding out that y/n used to like jake?

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you areeee lmao cause it took me like 15 years to read over half of part four 😩 i'll also write something for his reaction lol but we all know the boy is probs going to get annoyed nonetheless 😂

warning; nothing lmao, just crack. 0.6k words.

"can you just let the poor girl eat her food?" jake rolls his eyes at sunghoon and pretends to gag at the sight before him, "you won't die if you don't kiss her for a bloody second!"

"you're just jealous that i have a girlfriend and you don't. go be lonely in the living room if you don't want to see happy people," your boyfriend teases back, his arms still tightly around you, preventing you from eating the bowl of soup on your kitchen table that had been sitting there for way too long.

it was a saturday night and with jay off driving your parents to some family gathering, you were left at home with jake and sunghoon. before your brother left, he had warned sunghoon to "keep your hands and lips to yourself". two seconds after jay left through the front door and sunghoon immediately threw himself onto you, arms wrapping around you and lips marking every single bit of skin on your face.

poor jake had to be there to witness the whole thing as he has done so many, many times before. lol

"oh you want to go there, do you Park?" jake chuckles evilly, "did you perhaps forget that she liked me first? for yearrrrrrs before you came? she hated your ass, isn't that right little one?"

"my sister did what?" jay's sudden voice has all your heads immediately turning, only to really see the boy standing there, his face now dark and sour.

the three of you had been too caught up in the conversation to realise that jay had actually arrived home minutes before and unfortunately walked in right when jake said what he said.

face palm. dumb jocks.

your brother's eyes are now on you and if looks could actually kill, then you might've been dead.

"did you two do shit behind my back too?!" jay's angry voice has you immediately pushing sunghoon's hands away from you. hoping off the kitchen stool, you hurry over to your brother's side, immediately clutching onto his arms.

"no! it wasn't even that serious, it was like celebrity crush, nothing more!" you try to explain but in the corners of your eyes, you could see your boyfriend watching you with raised brows, "i promise you, nothing ever happened."

"well you did almost kiss him at that party once, i think hana's party?" sunghoon suddenly chirps in and you slowly look over to him, your mouth hanging wide from the unnecessary information.

mental note, kick park sunghoon's ass later! he's just trying to get you in trouble!

no one says a thing for a few moments and though you were scared of jay's next words and moves, the silence in the room was actually a lot worse. you look up at your brother who is glaring into space, then to sunghoon who is giggling to himself then to jake who is just standing there silently.

"wait. so you're telling me, you liked jake... but then you went on to date sunghoon instead?" your brother says, his face seemingly more confused than angry now, "do i not teach you anything about having standards in men? more than twenty guys on my team and you went from jake sim to park sunghoon, really?"

"HEY I'M NOT THAT BAD!"

"true, at least you didn't go for beomgyu. that boy is for the streets," jay says and you immediately gulp at the thought of that one time you had went off with beomgyu to taehyun's house. that was a story you hope jay never hears about.

you side glance sunghoon who is also now looking a little nervous... and unfortunately jay catches on. "oh my god don't tell me you liked beomgyu too!? is there anyone else?!"

"no no no! i do not like beomgyu! never! sunghoon is bad enough!"

"true."

"HEY!"

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➵ park sunghoon x f!reader

➵ summary: coming back to your home country for seoul uni and being partnered up with your ex on an assignment wouldn’t be so bad—if it weren’t for his 3 year old child who he has no idea about.

➵ genre: exes to lovers

➵ featuring: ryujin, chaeryeong, wonyoung, karina, heejin, jungkook, hoseok

➵ warnings: none. just some angst but mostly fluff and crack

➵ taglist: open! send an ask to be added

⤾ masterlist

baby squad assemble | ghost daddy & bros

1. rue when was this

2. start of the year party

3. the favor

4. you’re back?

…to be written

taglist: @yvesismywife @notrosemary @abdiitcryy @ja4hyvn @enhacolor @msxflower @snghnluvr @enhasengene @c9tnoos @ddeonu-s2 @catecita @fairycheol @solitxre @jakeisnotafurry @onedreampalette @hopelessrthym @heystarlette @rosieeyy @sweetjaemss @bang-bang-bangtxn @peaceandloverry @y2knaevis @haoreo @ifwtyun @jaerisdiction @staryskyv @chirokookie @sunny-nyu @yylv @kiwivy @cyuuupid @moonchildaera @tobiosbbyghorl @yoonssungs @iovnyu @jongsungs @02sjy @au-rie @viscoolreal @certainyouthpeanut @enhabrainrot @darkheartpeace @tmrwxtogether @ashxxkook @papiibuprofen

LAST FRIDAY NIGHT

—sim jaeyun

ESTIMATED RELEASE DATE: around late march maybe? depending on what school has planned out for me

PAIRING ▸ Nerd!Jake x Prodigy!Reader

GENRE ▸ high school au, social media au, rich kids-ish au, academic rivals to lovers, forced proximity, roommates trope, fluff, crack, angst

SUMMARY ▸ Being the top student at Decelis Academy is easy when you’re a born prodigy. In fact, it’s so easy that you don’t even have to study! So imagine the shock on Sim Jaeyun’s — Decelis’ second-best student overall— face when he finds out you spend your time drinking your soberness away at parties instead of having your head six feet deep in textbooks like him. When your parents decide to host Jake after his parents leave for a business trip, chaos arises between the two of you as you fight to see who really is Decelis’ best student.

DISCLAIMERS ▸ strong language, underage drinking, ignore timestamps, fem!reader, written parts will be written in 2nd person, lots of bickering, more tba!

TAGS ▸ @soobin-chois @enhacolor @strwbrymlkes @ethereal-engene @niskoo @beomsun @msxflower @iwonzzi @certainyouthpeanut @treasuretaeil (taglist is open! just send and ask or a dm <3)

— PROFILES!

PROFILES 1

PROFILES 2

— CHAPTERS!

one: normalize adding context??

two: OUTTA POCKET???

three: stan seventeen 🥰

2:46AM! - SUNGHOON

pairing: park sunghoon x female!reader

genre: romance, cuteness overload!

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OH GOD ⎯ park jongseong

SYNOPSIS ! coming from a poor family, y/n is hardworking and keeps to herself most of the time. but she was content with the way she was living. working to pay her high school tuition by working all sorts of jobs. everything was all working out for her, seeing that her senior year was coming up. but what happens when the son of one of korea’s biggest companies, takes interest in her after moving to her high school? oh god indeed.

PAIRING ! jay x fem!reader

GENRE / TROPES ! highschool!au, richkid!jay, notrich!reader, fluff, angst, crack, slowburn, smau + written chaps

WARNINGS ! cursing. inappropriate jokes. ages adjusted to fit the story. bad parents. gaslighting. manipulation. jokes about death. toxicity. betrayal.

STATUS ! on-going, updates everyday 1-3 days ! (9-10 PM KST.)

TAGLIST 2 IS OPEN !! (SEND AN ASK.)

PROFILES: one | two | priv one | priv two

01 — like for a mean indirect

02 — grammarly can help.

03 — smells like gangnam-gu

04 — jay stalker era

05 — hyperventilating rn!! 🤣

06 — /seducing

07 — anyone wanna fake date for a week

08 — go ahead and log off for me

09 — huening kai (derogatory)

10 — thx jay ☝️

11 — childe main

12 — home

13 — what’s more than broke

14 — look at us go! absolutely nowhere.

15 — wiki how to deactivate school

16 — dumb, dumber, and y/n

17 — no bitches behaviour

18 — working hard to please you 😜

19 — libraries, promises, and coffee

20 — FREE TUTOR LETS GAUR

SPECIAL CHAPTERS:

10.5 — cow squishmallow

NOTES ! credits to @/seungstarss for the new banner, tysm sei <3

KISS ME . choi yeonjun x reader (TEASER)

‹ SYNOPSIS : y/n l/n was elated when she got cast as clara in her ballet studio’s production of the nutcracker. what she wasn’t excited about was having to partner with choi yeonjun— her arch nemesis who was cast as the nutcracker. after spending so much time together during rehearsals, it was no wonder new feelings bubbled between the two.

‹ PAIRING : ballet dancer! choi yeonjun x ballet dancer! reader

‹ GENRE : oneshot , highschool au , non-idol au , fluff , angst if you squint

‹ WARNINGS : tbd

‹ STATUS : coming soon - march 12 ( send an ask or dm to be on the taglist ! )

“SO, YOU’RE THE NUT TO MY CRACKER”

y/n turned her head to see yeonjun following her up the stairs to the studio they were about to have rehearsal in.

“ew, don’t word it like that.” never mind being polite. i’ll be nice to him another day.

yeonjun chuckled, and gave a small smirk. “i’ll be honest. when i saw that you’re playing clara i was pretty surprised. i just wonder why they chose you when there are plenty of other dancers that could probably do it better than you?”

this cocky asshole. “and what makes you think you’re any better? i heard that they almost gave the role to heeseung but for some reason chose you last minute.” y/n glared and sped up her pace.

but yeonjun just continued to match her speed. he (unfortunately) always did. “can you slow down? when you walk fast like that it amplifies the sound of your pointe shoes and almost breaks my eardrums. or maybe you just have big feet.”

“your mom has big feet.”

before yeonjun could respond, they rounded the corner and entered the studio.

y/n felt grateful that she was in her happy place. she always knew she could be calmed when she was there despite whatever she had going on in her life.

“i could literally hear you two arguing from down the hall, just make out already!” lee chaeryeong, y/n’s best friend, remarked when yeonjun and y/n walked in. “keep the sexual tension somewhere else.”

“sexual tension? why would i ever want to do anything with… that.” yeonjun looked at y/n in distaste. his face was scrunched up and he looked as if he was about to puke.

right. any sort of peace she had previously was suddenly ripped away because yeonjun was there.

“as if you’re any more desirable than i am.” of course, y/n was lying.

she knew how attractive yeonjun was. in fact, it was one of the first things she noticed about him. his almond shaped eyes and full lips were enough to make anyone go crazy.

if her hatred towards him wasn’t glaringly present and clouding her judgement, perhaps she even would’ve had a crush on him.

but it was, so she didn’t.

“i hope your pointe shoes snap in half during rehearsal, y/n l/n.”

“suck a dick, choi yeonjun.”

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