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Cafe Owner ˚

! synopsis: you specifically order two matcha lattes every morning for your boss. however, one day, the cute café owner's kind gesture breaks your repetitive schedule and begins a new chapter with him.

! word count: 722

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you hurriedly got in line, relieved to see the short line in front of you.

"next in line, please," a familiar face welcomed the customer: it was the café owner.

a week ago, the café opened on the first floor of your company. in contrast to the past cafe's unpopularity, employees rushed to get a cup of coffee and especially a look at the café owner's face. his charismatic smile could only attract more customers, warming the café, with his built figure defining more clearly as he poured the drinks.

despite also finding the café owner cute, your daily mission was to get back to your desk with two iced matcha lattes in your hand; one for you and your boss.

you looked down at your watch to check the time: 8:30. you had exactly 30 minutes before making your boss cranky- which was the absolute worst.

"i can help the next person," the owner's eyes lit up as he called for you next.

you walked up to the register, being welcomed to a smell of warm coffee from him. 

"hi, how are you?" he greeted you with a charming smile.

"i'm doing well, how are you?" you asked back.

"i'm doing well too," his direct yet gentle eyes made you freeze as he looked down at the screen to input your order.

"would you like your regular today?" he asked, wanting to confirm despite it being your daily order. you stayed silent, your eyes not wanting to track off his face.

"two matcha lattes?" he looked up from the screen after your silence.

"um, yes please," you embarrassingly smiled. you looked away, wondering if he just saw you as the girl who only ordered matcha.

"and order for y/n..." he muttered as he plugged your order and name into the system. hearing him mutter your name, you couldn't help but look at his name tag: jay, you quietly said under your breath.

"yes?" he said, looking puzzled.

"oh, no. sorry," you awkwardly laughed. embarrassed he heard you. "you have my name memorized but i think it's the first time i've ever seen your name tag," you said.

"no, i understand. i see you're always in a rush, and i couldn't miss a regular customer" jay laughed. "and you know what, i'll have your drink covered today."

"what, are you sure? i use the company card anyways,” you looked puzzled at his kind gesture.

"yeah, i'm sure. it's on me." jay assured you.

"okay, thank you," you thanked him.

although it was nice of him to pay for your drink, you were curious to whether or not this occurred to other regulars. is he interested in me or am i reading the signals wrong? you thought to yourself.

anticipating to be discouraged with his answer, you shyly asked, “do you usually do this for other regulars as well?”

he laughed at your question, finding it silly. “not at all.” a small smile appeared on your face, making you feel special, even if it wasn’t true.

"your drink will be out soon," he said. you nodded and left to wait at a table.

within minutes, he came with a tray with your two drinks and a small packaged cookie. "here's your order!" he placed the tray down carefully. "the cookie is for you so don't forget to eat it."

"thank you. i needed this." you said, appreciating his thoughtful gesture.

happy with your response, jay gave you a genuine smile and left to go back to work. as he left, the corner of lips raised as you curled your lips in. unable to hide your smile, you grabbed the cookie and saw the note attached to it.

"i see you come to the cafe every morning and i think you're really cute. i want to get to know you better! i was wondering if i take you out on a date today after work if you have time. :)"

you looked up from the note to look at him working behind the counter. he noticed you looking at him and raised 7 fingers, mouthing the words, "is 7 pm okay?"

you nodded, happily agreeing to the date. you looked down at the note one more time, anticipating that maybe, you weren't going to find ordering two matcha lattes as a chore anymore.

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fevered affection | s.jy

pairing: boyfriend!jake x reader

synopsis: jake’s mild fever turns him into the clingiest, most dramatic version of himself, and you’re left to baby him through it all. from exaggerated pouts to nonstop cuddles, he insists on being pampered and refuses to let you out of his sight.

others: super dramatic and clingy jake!! (which i dont mind. i love clingy jake!!), babying a grown man is my favourite hobby

wc: 1.2k

a/n: hello yes ive been thinking about clingy jake since FOREVER so i hope you’ll enjoy this!! reblogs amd comments are highly appreciated🎀 here’s my masterlist!

it’s 2 a.m. when you’re startled awake by the faint sound of shivering beside you. groggy, you blink against the darkness, turning to find jake curled up in a ball, his entire body trembling. his usually warm, furnace-like presence now feels clammy and frail under your fingertips.

“jake?” you whisper, your voice thick with sleep as you touch his arm. “are you okay?”

his response is a low, pitiful groan that tugs at your heartstrings. you sit up immediately, brushing the hair from his damp forehead and pressing your palm against his skin. it’s burning hot.

“babe, you’ve got a fever,” you murmur, brushing gentle circles against his temple.

his eyes flutter open halfway, glassy and filled with dramatic resignation. “it’s over for me,” he croaks, his voice scratchy and hoarse. “just… promise to remember me as i was.”

you let out a quiet laugh, unable to help yourself. “you’re not dying, jake. it’s just a fever.”

“it feels like death,” he insists, his bottom lip jutting out in the most exaggerated pout you’ve ever seen. “i’m… so weak.”

you coax him to sit up, offering him some water and medicine, but it’s like trying to manage a sulky toddler. he groans with every movement, leaning his full weight against you like he can’t possibly hold himself up.

“okay, i’ll grab a cold compress,” you say, starting to slip out of bed.

his hand shoots out to grab yours, his grip surprisingly strong for someone claiming to be on their last breath. “don’t leave me,” he pleads, his voice trembling as if you’ve just suggested abandoning him forever.

“jake, i’ll be gone for thirty seconds.”

“thirty seconds is an eternity,” he whines, tugging you back toward him. “i might not survive the loneliness.”

you sigh, stroking his hair as he clings to you with a vice-like grip. “you’re so dramatic.”

“i’m sick,” he counters, his tone bordering on offended. “this is what sick people do. we need love. attention. you.”

despite his theatrics, you give in, knowing he’s not letting go anytime soon.

the next morning, you wake up early, carefully slipping out of his arms to make him some tea. you’re halfway through the kitchen when you hear the faint sound of rustling blankets, followed by a muffled, hoarse voice.

“babe?”

you pause, turning toward the bedroom. “i’m in the kitchen.”

“why?” he whines, his voice trembling with betrayal. a moment later, you hear the soft thud of his feet shuffling toward you. when he appears in the doorway, he looks like the epitome of pitiful: his hair is a mess, his blanket is draped over his shoulders like a cape, and his lips are pulled into the deepest pout you’ve ever seen.

“you left me,” he accuses, his eyes narrowing.

“i was making tea for you.” you gesture toward the steaming cup on the counter.

“tea doesn’t make up for abandonment,” he grumbles, shuffling forward to wrap his arms around your waist. he presses his forehead into your shoulder, his body slumping against yours like he hasn’t seen you in years. “you can’t just leave me. what if i needed you?”

you laugh softly, brushing a hand through his messy hair. “you’re impossible.”

“impossibly in love with you,” he mumbles, nuzzling into your neck.

once you get him back into bed, the day becomes a parade of clinginess and melodrama.

“can you feed me?” he asks at breakfast, holding out a spoon like a helpless child.

“jake, your hands aren’t broken,” you say, raising an eyebrow.

“but i’m fragile,” he protests, slumping back against the pillows. “i could drop the spoon. it’s too risky.”

rolling your eyes, you give in, scooping up a spoonful of soup and holding it to his lips. he accepts it with a small, content hum.

“you’re the best,” he says, looking up at you with wide, adoring eyes.

“you’re lucky you’re cute,” you mutter, and his grin grows even bigger.

later, when you dare to leave his side for a mere moment, he starts calling for you immediately.

“babe? babe! where did you go?”

“i’m in the living room,” you shout back.

“why are you in the living room? i need you here!”

“i’m grabbing you another blanket!”

“don’t take too long! i’m suffering!”

by mid-afternoon, you’ve resigned yourself to being his personal comfort object. he’s sprawled across your lap, his head resting against your stomach while his arms cling to your waist. every time you shift even slightly, he lets out a soft whimper.

“do you love me?” he asks suddenly, his voice quiet and a little vulnerable.

“of course i do,” you reply, brushing your fingers through his hair.

“say it again.”

“jake—”

“please?” he tilts his head up, his eyes big and pleading.

you sigh, smiling despite yourself. “i love you.”

“good,” he murmurs, nuzzling back into your lap. “i needed to hear it.”

by the time evening rolls around, his fever has mostly broken, but his clinginess remains in full force. you try to fluff his pillows, but he pulls you back down beside him, locking his arms around you.

“you’ve been amazing today,” he says softly, his lips brushing against your shoulder.

“yeah, well, i can’t believe i spent the whole day taking care of a big baby,” you tease, ruffling his hair. “totally not on my bucket list.”

he gasps, pulling back to gape at you. “a baby? me? i’m not a baby!”

“you’re literally pouting right now,” you point out with a laugh.

his bottom lip juts out even further. “that’s not pouting. it’s… expressing my disappointment.”

“sure it is,” you say, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. “but it’s okay. you’re a very cute baby.”

he huffs but can’t hide the smile creeping onto his face. “fine. but only because you think i’m cute.”

as you settle back into bed, his arms wrap tightly around you again, his breathing soft and even against your neck.

“you love me, right?” he whispers one last time, his voice tinged with sleep.

“i do,” you say, your hand trailing soothing circles along his back.

“good,” he murmurs, already half-asleep. “because i love you more.”

© all rights reserved | hsnlv 2024

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ᶻz﹒─ ͏͏͏͏͏͏IT'S YOU THAT I WANT

SYN ── when you try setting them up with someone else, but it's you that they want; "if not you, then who?", enha x fmr, headcannons, ot7

HEESEUNG (희승)

stunned silence, and then rejection

annoyed and flustered that you just can't seem to figure out his feelings for you

"how'd you feel if i set you up with someone?"

there's a long pause that follows as soon as you state your offer, heeseung blinking at you. however, loud rejection falls from his mouth in a matter of seconds and he frantically scrambles for a reason. any reason.

"aww c'mon heeseung!" you groan, "you never go out with anyone, and one of my friends thinks you're really cute,"

"what about you?" he asks.

"what?"

"i said," he mumbles, "what about you?"

you tilt your head at him, confusion obvious on your face. heeseung flushes red, burying his head into his arms.

"dammit, i'm asking you what you think of me,"

JAY (제이)

has to take a breather

resentment, anger, shame (towards you for being dense)

"what are you playing at yn?"

"nothing!" you exclaim, "someone i know think's you're cute, and you're single so i'm just being the messenger here,"

"that's not what i mean," jay groans, "are you really serious or are you just playing with me?"

"playing with you?" you echo, frowning, "you're confusing me jay," you're only met with a laugh from him, and you watch as he runs his hands through his hair and his jaw tightens.

without warning, he grabs your hand placing it onto his chest.

"do you feel this?" he asks, "don't play with my heart, especially when only you can make it do this,"

JAKE (제이크)

in a daze, and ends up agreeing

ends up sputtering about you the whole entire time

you burst through the door to the cafe, easily finding jake, who's left alone at a table.

"jake!" you exclaim, running towards him, "what happened? ahra suddenly called me, saying she left, and that the date was horrible, and that you were horrible, but i was like how would jake be like-"

jake grabs your arm, cutting you off.

". . .she got sick of me talking,"

"she what?" you ask.

"she got sick of me talking about you the whole time," jake mutters sheepishly. he looks up at you, his flushed cheeks and eyes wide.

"i'll apologize to her later," jake starts.

"but it's you that i want to go on a date with,"

SUNGHOON (성훈)

gets angry that you're so dense

rejects right away

"what?" sunghoon asks, a scalding looking on his face.

"hey what's your problem?" you groan, " i'm just trying to help you out man,"

"man?" he grimaces, "seriously yn?"

"what?" you ask.

"be honest, do you even see me as one?"

"as a man?" you repeat.

sunghoon huffs, stepping closer to you, his eyes intense. you can feel the heat radiating from his body and he's practically on you.

"because i know for sure i see you as a woman,"

SUNOO (선우)

sick and tired of you

this is his final straw, ends up confessing

"i said no already, why do you keep pushing?" sunoo asks, annoyance clear.

"you never do stuff like this sunoo, this is an opportunity!" you exclaim, grabbing his hands, "for me?? please? plus haewon is super nice, you'll totally get along with her"

sunoo scoffs, pulling you in closer to him.

"well i don't want any opportunities unless it's one with you, i like you, not anyone else,"

JUNGWON (정원)

confused as hell

goes quiet because he quite literally is crashing out on the inside

ends up confessing

"jungwon?" you call, "are you listening?"

"huh? sorry what'd you say again?" you sigh, eyeing the boy in front of you. he wasn't one to zone out, and ever since you mentioned the possible date he'd gone silent.

"do you not want to go?" you ask, "it's fine i'll tell her you can't. you want to focus on school anyways right? it's always better to-"

jungwon slams his drink onto the table, coughing.

"i'd much rather focus on us," he says.

"us?" you tilt your head, "what about us?"

"god," jungwon laughs, "i like you got it?"

NI-KI (니키)

"yeah no" + nasty side eye

also ends up confessing to you

"yeah absolutely not,"

"oh come on," you groan, "what is your deal? sunoo told me that you complain about this stuff,"

riki furrows his brows at this, but he quickly realizes what sunoo's trying to do.

"oh my god," riki mutters. he glances at you, your eyes wide and innocent. "you're really really really stupid,"

"seriously what is your problem dude?" you grumble.

"my problem is that you can't seem to see that what i want isn't some other girl, but you,"

© YSHOONS 2024

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whispers in the rain ✧˚ · . part seven

— ✺ pairing: jay x reader x jake

— ✺ genre: slice of life, angst, suggestive, fluff, childhood best friend, love triangle, college au, slow burn

— ✺ synopsis: jay is your childhood best friend. that’s all he will ever be. a summer with jay and his friends changes how you feel for him when jake comes into your life. and jay begins to think that was a mistake. — ✺ chapter summary: things have been on your mind lately and jungwon and sunoo take things into their own hands taking you out for a good time. the day ends with deep conversations and rekindling.

— ✺ warnings: some of the members are aged up since there is mention of consuming alcohol in this fic!!

— ✺ word count: 3.1k

— ✺ authors note! thank you for your patience, this is the first fic I am writing and it has been so fun, I decided to change things up and include a cute little day where reader spends time with two different people for a change! thank you again for reading!!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | ...

Being in the presence of both Jay and Jake was tiring. So you went inside to take some time to yourself. You’re curled up on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when Sunoo plops down next to you.

“You, me, Jungwon. Ice cream and a thrift shop run and perhaps watching the sunset with your new besties,” he announces, already tugging at your arm.

Jungwon appears in the doorway, arms crossed but smiling softly. “You could use a break. We’ll be your emotional support for the day.”

Break? Have they really noticed that things have been on your mind?

You laugh and agree, the promise of a low-pressure outing too tempting to pass up. 

You laugh and nod. “Okay, okay, I’m in.”

You have yet to hang out with some of the group separately that wasn’t Jay or Jake so this was quite exciting. You always enjoyed Jungwon and Sunoo’s company. As you get up to grab your jacket, Sunoo suddenly turns to you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I’ll go tell Jay that you’re going out with us. He’s been hovering, right?” he adds, almost to himself, though it’s more of a statement than a question.

You blink, a bit caught off guard. “Sunoo, don’t—”

But before you can protest, Sunoo’s already halfway down the hall, heading straight for Jay’s room. You sigh, hoping this won’t turn into a bigger deal than it needs to be. 

A few moments later, Sunoo walks back into the room, Jay trailing behind him, a hesitant expression on his face. You could tell that he might’ve not wanting you to go, for whatever reason. He was being a real downer these days. (And it may or may not have been because of you and Jake hanging out). 

“You’re coming with us, Y/n,” Sunoo announces, voice light as he steps to the side. “We’re heading out for ice cream and a thrift shop run, then maybe a sunset hangout.” He throws a quick look at Jay, who’s still standing in the doorway, his arms crossed.

Jay looks at you, his expression unreadable. “Are you sure you want to go now? You looked like you had a lot on your mind earlier.” 

You  smile, shrugging your shoulders. “I’m good. Just need a little time away. I think it will be nice with Jungwon and Sunoo, my new besties.”

Sunoo, coming to your rescue, steps forward quickly. “It’s fine, Dad. Let her go. It’s just us hanging out, no big deal.” His tone is light but firm, clearly trying to ease the situation before it escalates. You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. 

“Did you just call me da-” But before the two of your could hear Jay’s response, Sunoo lightly grabs your wrist and begins to pull you towards the door, a knowing smile on his face. “Come on, Y/n. We’ve got a full day of ice cream ahead.”

As you step outside, you hear footsteps behind you. You turn to see Jungwon approaching Jay, who’s still standing in the doorway, his body tense. Jungwon stops beside him, his expression calm but attentive.

“You’re worried,” Jungwon observes softly, glancing back at you and Sunoo, who are now on the way down the stairs. “But you need to let her breathe, Jay.”

Jay runs a hand through his hair, frustration clouding his face. “Well what are you two up to—”

“We just want to spend the day with her.,” Jungwon cuts him off gently, his tone firm but not harsh. “We know you have feelings for her, honestly finally, it’s been years. But c'mon you need to let her breathe. If she likes Jake then she likes him. If she is figuring her feelings out, let her. You’re her best friend, act like it.”  

Jay’s jaw tightens slightly, but he doesn’t argue. Instead, he lowers his gaze, looking conflicted. Had he really been making you feel bad? 

“Just… cool down, alright? Let her have some space,” Jungwon adds, his voice softening as he places a reassuring hand on Jay’s shoulder. “She’ll come to you when she’s ready. But for now, let her have this time to herself.”

Jay doesn’t respond immediately, but his posture shifts slightly, as if Jungwon’s words are beginning to sink in. He watches you for a moment before exhaling, his shoulders slumping a little.

“Yeah,” Jay mutters, almost to himself. “I’ll… I’ll cool down.”

Jungwon gives him a small nod, his smile encouraging, before turning to follow you and Sunoo.

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“So I saw this cute ice cream place in downtown with really cool flavors. I think we should go there, it’s called Sundae’s.” Jungwon puts the location in his phone and follows the route. You in the passengers seat and Sunoo sitting in the back. To your surprise the car ride with the two was so pleasant, Sunoo just singing along to the music in the back and Jungwon sparking up a casual conversation with you.

“You know I don’t think we’ve hung out before.” Jungwon’s head turned to you briefly before going back to the road. 

“I actually was thinking the same, it’s nice that I’m going out with the two of you.” You play with you fingers a little. 

“Yah, it’ll be fun!” Sunoo chimes in making you smile. 

At the ice cream shop Sunoo insists on ordering first, going for an extravagant and colorful flavor. Jungwon watches with an amused smile before opting for a simple green tea scoop. When it’s your turn, both boys playfully judge your choice—earl gray tea.

“What are you a grandma?” Sunoo judges before taking a spoonful of his ice cream.

“Hey! In fact I like earl gray, it tastes good.” You shrug him off, continuing to eat your scoop.

“It’s a solid pick in my opinion.” Jungwon adds in. 

The three of you sat down on a bench around the corner of the ice cream shop. Jungwon invested in his ice cream and Sunoo trying to pry out facts about you.

“Well what do you want to know?” You turn to him curious about his response.

“Mmm how did you and Jay become friends, because in my opinion I don’t see how you enjoy him.” You let out a laugh using a napkin to wipe the melted ice cream from your fingers. 

“We met in elementary school, he was always teasing me for not being able to color in the lines. I remember looking over at his paper and it was equally as bad. But anyways he would always tease me and I would do it back. We kind of just stuck together even after elementary and middle school. Now that I come to think of it I don’t know how we became friends because of how we started.” You continue to eat your ice creams reminiscing when it was just the two of you.

“That sounds like him…always teasing or nitpicking.” Jungwon lets out an airy laugh. “I mean rooming with him freshman year at the dorms, he would tell me to do my laundry a certain way, I guess he has always been like that huh?” 

"Yeah he has, I think that’s one of the things I like about him though, it’s his odd way of caring I guess.” You don’t look at any of the two boys afraid they’ll see right through you and your feelings. 

—

By the time you three finish ice cream, Jungwon is already inputting the thrift store into his maps. It was a short drive down the street but the three of you insisted on walking in order to walk off the ice cream. 

Sunoo immediately dove into the racks, pulling out the most outrageous outfits he can find and making you and Jungwon model them. At one point, he holds up a neon jacket, declaring it your “new vibe.”

Jungwon shakes his head, picking out a simple but stylish sweater for you instead. “This is more your speed,” he says with a small smile.

“Actually yeah, this for once is something I would wear.” You take the sweater from Jungwon and go to try it on. It was the perfect size, not too baggy and it was a nice creme color. 

Sunoo rolls his eyes but agrees, muttering about Jungwon’s “boring” taste.

Hours go by and you all go your separate ways in the store, actually taking the act of thrifting seriously You buy the sweater along with a thin green cardigan, Jungwon buys a leather jacket and Sunoo also finds a couple sweaters to purchase as well. The three of you proudly talk about the luck you had in the shop. 

—

As the three of you walk back to the car you hear your stomach growl. Before you could even open your mouth to tell them you were hungry Jungwon put a place into his phone. “Don’t worry, I was also getting hungry in the store, tacos sound good?” You and Sunoo agree and Jungwon starts the car heading to the spot. 

It was a nice little area, some chairs and tables set up with people eating in a parking lot with a taco truck up front. You all ordered takeout because Sunoo wanted to go to a  nearby park that had a pretty view of the ocean. Sitting atop a picnic blanket you three eat your tacos raving about how good they were.

Sunoo marvels at the ocean while Jungwon uses the left over napkins to make paper cranes.

“Where’d you learn to do that?” you ask, watching him with fascination.

He shrugs. “My sister taught me. It’s calming.”

Sunoo leans in with a smirk. “It’s also his way of avoiding deep conversations.”

Jungwon glares at him, but there’s no malice in it. “Says the guy who changes the subject every time someone asks about his love life.”

Their playful banter makes you smile, and for the first time in days, you feel a genuine lightness in your chest.

The day winds down with the three of you still at the park watching as the sun begins to set. Sunoo talks about his dreams and aspirations, his usual humor tinged with rare sincerity. Jungwon listens intently, occasionally offering quiet words of encouragement.

At some point, Sunoo excuses himself to “explore the area,” leaving you and Jungwon alone.

The silence is comfortable, filled with the sound of rustling leaves and distant laughter.

“You seemed happier today,” Jungwon says after a while, glancing at you.

You nod. “Thanks to you and Sunoo. I didn’t realize how much I needed this.”

He smiles softly, his eyes warm. “You’ve grown to become important to us. Don’t forget that.”

The sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows as you, Jungwon, and Sunoo sit on the grassy hill, watching the colors of the sky change. Sunoo has his legs stretched out, lazily reclining against a tree, while Jungwon is next to you, eyes focused on the distant view. There’s a comfortable silence between the three of you, but it feels like there’s something unspoken hovering in the air.

After a few minutes, Jungwon clears his throat, glancing at Sunoo before turning his attention to you.

“Hey, y/n,” he starts, his voice casual but there’s a hint of curiosity underneath. “Can we ask you something?”

You turn your head slightly, meeting his eyes. “Sure, what’s up?”

Sunoo, who's been unusually quiet, perks up, looking at you with a sly smile. “Have you noticed any… tension between Jay and Jake recently?”

You freeze for a moment, the question slightly catching you off guard. You had a feeling the two would ask, afterall they are Jay and Jake’s friends. Plus t he tension between the two had been palpable lately, and though you’ve tried to ignore it, it’s impossible not to feel the weight of it when you’re around them. You glance down at your hands, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your sweater.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” you admit, sighing softly. “It’s a little hard to ignore.”

Jungwon watches you carefully. “Do you think it’s something serious? Or just a misunderstanding?”

You pause, trying to sort out your own feelings before speaking. “I’m not sure,” you murmur. “But I think it’s about more than just little things. I’ve never seen them like this before.”

There’s a heavy silence that falls over you, and you know both of them are watching you intently, waiting for you to continue. Sunoo leans forward, his usual playful demeanor replaced with a serious, almost concerned expression.

“Can we ask you something else?” Sunoo asks. 

“Yeah go ahead.” You nod.

“Do you…have feelings for Jay? Or did you ever have feelings for him?” His tone was soft almost hesitant as if he was debating on asking you about Jay.

You feel your heart race, a flush creeping up your neck. Jungwon, who’s always been quiet and thoughtful, looks at you with gentle curiosity, giving you the space to respond. But you can tell they’re both waiting for an honest answer.

You swallow hard, feeling the weight of the question settle in your chest. “I… yeah, I guess I always did,” you admit, the words coming out in a whisper. “Jay’s been my best friend for so long. I think I had a crush on him pretty much my whole life.”

The confession hangs in the air, and Sunoo’s eyes widen for a moment, before he offers a knowing, if somewhat sympathetic, smile. “That makes sense. It’s obvious how close you two are. But…?”

You glance down, unable to meet their eyes. “But I think it’s fading,” you whisper. “The crush, I mean.” You pause, your fingers tugging at the edges of your sweater, unsure of how to continue. “It’s hard to admit, but… I feel like something’s different now. I don’t know if I’m holding on to something that’s not really there anymore.”

Jungwon shifts slightly, leaning forward to look at you with a softer gaze. “It’s okay to feel that way. You’re not wrong for letting go of something that doesn’t feel right anymore.”

You nod, taking a deep breath, but the guilt creeps in. You feel like you're betraying something, or someone. "But I also don’t want to let go,” you admit, the words tumbling out. “I feel guilty about it, but when I’m with Jake, I don’t feel that way. He makes me feel good. He makes me laugh, and he listens to me. He’s different, and... I enjoy spending time with him. And with Jay too."

You trail off, unsure of what else to say. The emotions feel tangled, and you’re still processing everything that’s happening between you, Jay, and Jake. But you could tell the two boys on either side of you were listening intently, figuring out what to sway next. Sure it admitting these thoughts and feelings you’ve been having was not what you were expecting to do today, it was still nice to be able to release the weight and let somebody in. 

Sunoo’s voice breaks through the whirlwind of your thoughts. “It’s okay to like both of them. You’re not doing anything wrong by being honest with yourself,” he says, his tone calm but supportive. “Feelings don’t follow a strict path. It’s complicated, but that’s life.”

Jungwon, who’s been quietly listening, nods in agreement. “And whatever you decide to do, we’re here for you. It’s okay to take your time and figure out what you want. No one’s rushing you.”

Jake and Jay are, you want to say but refrain. Could the tension really be because of you? You finally look at them both, their expressions soft and understanding. For the first time today, you feel like you can breathe, knowing that someone—two people—are there to support you no matter what. You smile weakly, grateful for their patience.

“Thanks, guys,” you say, your voice full of sincerity. “It means a lot.”

The three of you sit in silence again, but this time, it’s comforting. There are no expectations, no pressure to figure things out immediately. Just the quiet support of friends who understand that life—and love—aren’t always as simple as they seem.

As the night continues the three of you decide to make your way back to the house. 

-

Opening the door to your room you place your bag from the thrift store onto the ground. Laundry can wait. Tomorrow I’ll do laundry, maybe Jay will end up taking over. You lay down on your bed and scroll through your phone until you hear a faint knock on the door. 

“Can I come in?” 

“Yeah.” 

The door opens and Jay appears. He was in his pajamas, his hair messy. You look at him and you couldn’t help but feel your heartbeat a little faster. He closes the door and sits at the edge of your bed. You were sitting against the headboard watching his every move. 

“How was your day out with Jungwon and Sunoo?” He asked.

“I actually had a really good time, I haven’t hung out with the two of them before and I really enjoyed it. They are really good friends Jay, I’m glad you found them in college.” Jay can’t help but smile. You always had something nice to say and that was something he really appreciated about you, something he really liked about you. 

“I’m sorry for seeming like a dad…Is it bad that I sometimes just want you to myself?” He paused, realizing what he said. “Li-like you know because we were friends first.” He let out a nervous laugh scratching the back of his neck. Shit. 

You play with the sheets, unsure of what to say, but if you don’t say anything it’ll be even more awkward. 

“I’ve felt that way too Jay, it’s okay, but hey I mean we’re getting older, things like this do happen.” You give him a smile. It is true you have definitely felt that way, especially when with his girl friends in high school. But of course you left that small detail out. 

“Yeah…” Jay’s eyes focus on the sheets of the bed. He didn’t want to leave just yet. Neither did you want him to, but you both didn’t say anything. Instead you both kept the conversation going little by little. You showed him your thrift haul and he told you about the book that he was  able to start that day. It was nice, like the two of you were back in routine again. 

You and Jay both ended up falling asleep on your bed, him curled up by the foot of your bed, you under the sheets diagonally across. 

✴︎🪷𓈒͏���ུ̑̑. ཉ — by @fruvittea

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this video of jay is starting to make rounds on twitter again and every single time it’s appeared on my timeline i’ve sat there and watched it on loop for about 10 minutes

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❀ ̊    🌱  ⊹ ‎  ̊  西村 riki ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ. x afab! reader | slytherin boyfriend! headcanons  .   ֺ  ָ   ֙⋆  🪽wc: 989 ⋆｡𖦹°‧ ⌗ warnings ➝ none | ˙  ᰋ  ─ [harry potter au] ˚  | ( fluff/fantasy ⁀✧ )

author's note! | 🎧💭—౨ৎ hii enjoy these headcanons, i've been in a harry potter mood LOL lmk if you want this to be a series for all the members >_<

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niki: you're mischevous yet soft bf!

...protective but in a quiet way ⨾

niki's not the type to make a big show of affection, but he'll always stand by your side when you need him

but if someone were to approach (usually if they were of the opposite sex) he would make it known that you two were together by small touches whether it be his hand brushing yours, or his hand on your lower back guiding you away from the person

if someone so much looks at you the wrong way, he's giving them the slytherin death glare and muttering something under his breath making you swat at his chest

...playful teasing is his love language ⨾

he oves to tease you about anything and everything, especially when it makes you pout (he thinks it’s adorable) or especially when it makes you blush

"oh, you forgot your potions notes? guess you’ll have to trade a kiss for mine.”

nicknames galore: niki loves giving you ridiculous nicknames to see your reaction "hey pumpkin puff, where are you off to?" or "good morning muffin, how are you today?"

niki will “borrow” your quill, scarf, or even your notes and make a show of not giving them back. “hmm, i don’t know… maybe if you ask nicely,” he teases, holding it just out of reach. he always gives in when you pout, but not without a cheeky grin

it is very clear to others that you two are together due to his teasing

... a little bit dramatic ⨾

any time you’re cold, he makes an overly dramatic show of wrapping his slytherin scarf around you, complete with a flourish

“you look much better in it anyway,” he says, smirking, while everyone else just rolls their eyes at his theatrics

if you’ve had a bad day, niki will tilt your chin up with his finger (like he’s in a movie) and ask, “who do i need to deal with? just say the word, and i’ll take care of it.”

he doesn’t actually mean he’s going to hex someone, but the way he says it makes you think he might.

if you’re mad at him, niki doesn’t just say sorry—he performs it. he’ll write you a heartfelt letter in perfect calligraphy or charm enchanted roses to float around your room with tiny notes that say “forgive me?”

... jealous (but mostly chill) ⨾

if someone is talking to you for too long, niki will casually slide up next to you and drape his arm over your shoulders like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “oh, hey! didn’t see you there,” he’ll say to the other person, but his tone makes it clear: you’re his.

as a joke (but not really), he might charm small objects, like your necklace or bag, to glow faintly green whenever he’s nearby. “just so everyone knows you’re already taken,” he says with a wink.

niki’s not the type to throw a tantrum, but he might get a little quiet if he’s feeling jealous. when you notice, he’ll play it off with a shrug. “it’s nothing, really. just… you’re mine, okay? don’t forget that.”

if he ever feels like he overreacted, niki will find a way to make it up to you—whether it’s sneaking you your favorite treats from the kitchens or pulling you aside for an impromptu date. “you’re too good for me, you know that? but i’m keeping you anyway.”

... thoughtful in the cutest ways ⨾

he always notices the little things. niki has a sharp eye for detail and notices even the smallest changes about you—like if you’re wearing a new scarf or if your hair is styled differently. “new hair clip? looks good,” he’ll say casually, but the slight smirk on his face tells you he really means it.

niki remembers all your little quirks and habits, like how you like your tea or the way you organize your bag. he’ll have your tea ready exactly the way you like it when you sit down to study, without you even asking.

niki has a habit of slipping little notes into your bag or books—sometimes sweet, sometimes teasing. “don’t forget you’re amazing. also, i better see you at lunch, or i’m coming to find you.”

if you’re upset or stressed, niki will go out of his way to cheer you up, whether it’s with a silly joke or a dramatic reenactment of something funny that happened in class. “smiling already? good. that’s my job, after all.”

... future focused ⨾

niki doesn’t open up to many people, but with you, he shares everything—his goals, his ambitions, and the things he’s determined to achieve. “one day, i’m going to be someone important. and you’ll be right there with me, okay?”

if you mention something you want to do in the future—even casually—niki locks it in his memory. “didn’t you say you wanted to visit paris one day? let’s make it happen. i’ll start saving now.”

niki wants you to be just as ambitious as he is and constantly encourages you to chase your goals. “you’re capable of so much—you know that, right? don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

( #   .   by @fruvittea   𓂃  ♥︎ )

[fruvittea]

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏you can't be good at everything.͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏but that doesn't mean that you can't do anything.

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hii me againnn so i put up your story in c.aiii

if you wanna check it out here's my profile

hi thank you :)

can u send me the link please!! i would love to see it!!

[fruvittea]

heyy i noticed one of your story line in someone's c.ai?

the person did give credits but did they take your permission? like honestly why are some people like this? im a author myself and id be furious if someone took my storyline without permission i cant link the persons account but the @ is @ jayyvhxs

hope you're doing well with this🫶🏻

hi! and yes i did give permission, they gave credits and im all good with that! next time I might be a little more cautious when it comes to my works but since they asked i gave them permission.

thank you tho for double checking i really do appreciate it !! 🫶

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"he's just a gryffindor"

💌﹒→﹒gryffindor!jungwon x hufflepuff!reader (harry potter au) ﹒ ﹒ ♪

— genre: fantasy, slow burn, romance

— word count: 3.1k+

— warnings? none;  reader is afab + mention of yunjin from le serrafim

— synopsis: At Hogwarts, reader, a Hufflepuff student, finds herself drawn to Jungwon, a Gryffindor, during a Care of Magical Creatures class where they’re paired to care for Nifflers. And for some reason Jungwon just stays in her life, finding her in the library or even in the dining hall. As the Yule Ball nears, Jungwon invites reader to the dance. During the night of the Yule Ball the two enjoy each other’s company as their relationship blossoms into something more.

— author's note: gosh i just love making fics with jungwon in any school setting LOL, they always turn out so cute >_< anyways enjoy !! and if you have any requests feel free to put it in my inbox :)

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The crisp autumn air swept through the open ground of Hogwarts, rustling the golden and scarlet leaves scattered around the stone pathways. You adjusted your scarf, tucking it tighter against the wind as you made your way to the Care of Magical Creatures paddock. Having your common room close to the kitchens made it much more difficult to get to your classes all the way across campus. And now you were running late. Today’s lesson was a joint class with Gryffindors, a combination that usually promised chaos. You weren’t sure what was worse—the rambunctious Gryffindors or the Nifflers Professor Hagrid had promised would make an appearance.

In the nick of time you reached the paddock, Hargid hadn’t rounded up the class yet. AS you fixed your uniforms you spotted the telltale messy black hair of Yang Jungwon, Gryffindor’s golden boy. He was standing near a group of his housemates, grinning widely as they laughed at something he’d said. You tried not to look too long, but it was difficult not to notice him. He had a natural charisma that seemed to draw everyone in, his laughter infections even from a distance. 

“All right, settle down, everyone,” Hagrid called, his booming voice cutting through the chatter. “We’ve got a special test today. You’ll be working in pairs to care for a Niffler. They’re cheeky little devils, so you’ll need to keep an eye on ‘em.”

You swallowed nervously. Working in pairs meant you’d be stuck with a Gryffindor for the next hour, and knowing your luck, it wouldn’t be one of the quieter ones.

“Let’s pair up then!” Hagrid announced, waving his massive hand to gesture for the students to group together. 

You stood there watching as classmates mingled and sat down together. you were unsure of who to approach, when a familiar voice piped up behind you. “Looks like we’re partners.”

Turning around you found yourself face-to-face with Jungwon. His dark eyes sparkled with amusement, and his scarf was loosely draped around his neck, the crimson and gold clashing beautifully against his warm complexion. 

“Oh. Okay,” you managed, your voice quieter than you intended. “Let’s do this, then.” 

He grinned adjusting his scarf. “Try to keep up, Hufflepuff. Nifflers aren’t exactly known for being cooperative.”

You bristled at his teasing tone but bit back a retort. Instead, you focused on the small, mischievous created that Hargid placed in your hands. the Niffler’s tiny class dug into your glove as it sniffled around, its beady eyes darting towards Jungwon’s pocket. 

“Careful,” you warned, shifting the Niffler slightly. “It’s eyeing your pocket. Did you bring anything shiny?”

Jungwon smirked. “What kind of student would I be if I did?” He pulled a golden Galleon from his pocket and held it up, hte coin catching the sunlight. The Niffler’s attention snapped to it instantly, and before you could react, it launched itself out of your hands and straight towards him. 

“Whoa!” Jungwon stumbled backwards as the Niffler clung to his robe, scrabbling at his pocket. You stifled a laugh as your reached out to help, carefully prying the creature away. 

“You’re not making this any easier,” you said, your tone laced with amusement.

“And you’re supposed to be the patient one,” he shot back, though there was no malice in his words. If anything, he seemed to be enjoying the banter. 

The next hour passed in a blur of chaos and laughter. The Niffler’s antics kept you both on your toes, darting from one shiny object to the next. At one point, it disappeared into Jungwon’s bag, emerging triumphantly with a handful of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans.

“I don’t even know how those got in there,” he muttered, earning a chuckle from you.

By the time Hagrid called the class to a close, you were exhausted but oddly energized. Jungwon was leaning against the paddock fence, his hair slightly disheveled and a faint flush on his cheeks. He looked at you with a crooked grin.

“Not bad, Hufflepuff. You might actually have some Gryffindor in you.”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t stop the small smile that tugged at your lips. “And you might have a little Hufflepuff. You were surprisingly gentle with the Niffler.”

“Surprising? I’m hurt,” he teased, placing a hand over his chest dramatically. “But I’ll take the compliment.”

Professor Hagrid dismissed the class and the adventures with the Nifflers came to an end. You thought your interactions with Jungwon would come to an end but before you left the room Jungwon caught up with you. The walk back to the castle was filled with easy conversation, much to your own surprise. Jungwon had a way of making you feel comfortable, even as he teased you relentlessly. By the time you parted ways in the Great Hall, you found yourself looking forward to your next Care of Magical Creatures lesson more than you cared to admit.

The following weeks brought more unexpected encounters. Whether it was passing him in the corridors or running into him during shared classes, Jungwon seemed to pop up everywhere. And each time, he greeted you with the same teasing grin and lighthearted banter.

One particularly chilly afternoon, you found yourself in the library, poring over a book on magical creatures for an essay. The familiar scent of parchment and ink surrounded you, and you were just beginning to lose yourself in the text when a shadow fell over your table.

“Studying? On a Saturday?” Jungwon’s voice broke your concentration. 

You looked up to see him standing there, his arms crossed and a playful smirk on his face. “Some of us care about our grades,” you replied, raising an eyebrow. “What are you doing here?”

He shrugged, sliding into the seat across from you. “Looking for you, apparently. You left your scarf at the paddock yesterday.”

Your eyes widened as he pulled the yellow-and-black scarf from his bag and placed it on the table. “Oh. Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “So, what’s the essay on?”

Against your better judgment, you found yourself explaining the assignment. Jungwon listened attentively, occasionally interjecting with a joke or question that made you laugh despite yourself. Before long, what had started as a quiet afternoon of studying turned into a surprisingly enjoyable conversation.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm glow through the library windows, you realized you hadn’t written a single word of your essay. Jungwon seemed to notice, too, because he stood up with a sheepish grin.

“Guess I’ve distracted you enough for one day,” he said. “Good luck with the essay, Hufflepuff.”

“Thanks,” you said, watching as he walked away. For a moment, you thought he might look back, but he didn’t. As you turned back to your book, you couldn’t help but smile. Maybe Gryffindors weren’t so bad. 

-

The weeks following your unexpected partnership with Jungwon passed in a haze of routine and subtle anticipation. You’d find yourself scanning the Great Hall during breakfast or lingering just a little longer in the corridors, hoping to run into him. To your surprise—and slight annoyance—he always seemed to catch you off guard, his sharp wit and easy charm leaving you flustered more often than you’d care to admit.

It was late November when the snow began to blanket the castle grounds, transforming Hogwarts into a winter wonderland. Students bundled up in their house scarves, laughter echoing through the corridors as everyone prepared for the upcoming Yule Ball. It was all anyone could talk about, and despite your best efforts, the excitement was contagious.

You were heading to the greenhouses for Herbology when you heard a familiar voice call out behind you.

​​“Hey, Hufflepuff! Wait up!”

You turned to see Jungwon jogging toward you, his Gryffindor scarf askew and his cheeks pink from the cold. His smile was as bright as ever, and you felt your heart skip a beat.

“You know I have a name, right?” you teased, though your tone lacked any real bite.

“Of course it's Y/n,” he said, falling into step beside you. “But ‘Hufflepuff’ just suits you better. So, have you picked your Yule Ball date yet?”

The question caught you off guard, and you stumbled slightly on the icy path. “What? No! I mean… I haven’t really thought about it.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Come on, the whole school’s buzzing about it. Don’t tell me you’re not the least bit curious who’s going to ask you.”

You felt your face heat up and quickly looked away. “I’m more focused on my classes, thanks. Unlike some people, I don’t have time to obsess over a dance.”

Jungwon laughed, a sound that sent a warm flutter through your chest despite the chilly air. “You know for being so into your classes I would think you were a Ravenclaw but fair enough. Although if you need a last-minute partner, you know where to find me.”

“Is that your way of asking me?” you shot back, trying to regain the upper hand in the conversation.

“Maybe,” he said with a wink. “Or maybe I just like keeping you on your toes.”

Before you could respond, he gave you a quick wave and disappeared down a side path, leaving you standing there with a mix of confusion and something you couldn’t quite place.

“What the hell.” You muttered under your breath as you continued your walk to Herbology.

-

The days leading up to the Yule Ball were a whirlwind of preparations. Your dormitory buzzed with activity as your housemates tried on dresses and robes, debating hairstyles and accessories. You’d finally picked out your own attire, a simple yet elegant dress that you hoped would keep you from standing out too much.

The night of the ball arrived faster than you expected. And there you were standing at the mirror looking at your dress as your roommate talked about her date and what they were going to do after the dance. 

“Y/n, I heard Jungwon asked you.” Yunjin, your roommate, decided to bring up.

“In a way, but I’m not going with him.” you said still looking in hte mirror trying to find any imperfections.

“Why? He’s really cute, plus I’ve seen you two talking like all the time.” You made eye contact with her through the mirror and she was smiling, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Calm down, we just met in class and he has just kept on talking to me. Anyways—do I look okay?” You turn to Yunjin with a worried look on your face. 

She comes up to you and gives you a hug. “Don’t worry Y/n. Jungwon will think you look beautiful.” She teased.

You rolled your eyes not wanting to give her the satisfaction. "He's just a Gryffindor boy, not worth my time."

“Whatever you say. But I've seen the way to you smile when you're with him. Cmon let’s go, before it gets too late,” Yunjin takes your arm and you make your way to the dance. 

The Great Hall was transformed into a magical wonderland, with twinkling fairy lights and shimmering icicles hanging from the enchanted ceiling. Students milled about in their finest attire, the air buzzing with excitement and the soft strains of music.

Yunjin had met up with her date and you were left standing near the refreshment table, sipping on a cup of warm pumpkin juice, when Jungwon appeared at your side. He looked impossibly dashing in his formal robes, the Gryffindor colors subtly incorporated into the design. His hair was neatly styled, but the familiar twinkle in his eyes remained unchanged.

“You clean up well,” he said, his tone light but his gaze warm.

“So do you,” you replied, trying not to let your nerves show. “I thought you’d be off charming the crowd.”

He shrugged, leaning casually against the table. “Maybe I’d rather be here. Besides, someone’s got to make sure you’re not hiding out all night.”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t hide the smile tugging at your lips. “I’m not hiding. I’m observing.”

“Observing, huh?” He held out his hand, his grin softening into something almost nervous. “Care to observe the dance floor with me?”

For a moment, you hesitated. But then, something in his expression—the mix of confidence and vulnerability—made you reach out and take his hand.

The dance floor was crowded, but Jungwon guided you with surprising ease. The moment you stepped closer, you caught the faint scent of his cologne—something clean and subtly spicy that made your head spin. As the music swelled, you found yourself relaxing, letting him lead you through the steps. His hand was warm in yours, his touch steady but slightly trembling, as if he was as nervous as you felt.

“See? Not so bad,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, a stark contrast to his usual playful tone.

You met his gaze and noticed the way his confident demeanor faltered slightly. His eyes flickered from yours to the space between you, like he couldn’t quite believe how close you were. For once, you couldn’t think of a single witty reply. Instead, you let yourself smile, feeling the moment stretch between you like a thread of magic, fragile yet unbreakable.

The steps slowed, and Jungwon’s grip on your hand tightened, as if he wasn’t ready for the song to end. When it finally did, he didn’t let go immediately. Instead, he leaned in slightly, his voice soft and uncertain as he said, “Thanks for the dance, Hufflepuff.”

“Anytime, Gryffindor,” you replied, your voice just as quiet, your heart fluttering wildly as he finally released your hand.

“You know,” Jungwon began, a hint of hesitation in his tone, “I wasn’t sure you’d say yes to that dance.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” you asked, tilting your head slightly. “It’s not like you gave me much of a choice.”

He chuckled softly, the sound almost self-conscious. “Fair point. But still… I’m glad you did.”

The sincerity in his voice caught you off guard, and for a moment, you forgot how to respond. Instead, you looked at him, really looked at him, and saw something in his expression you couldn’t quite place—a mixture of nervousness and relief.

“Well,” you said finally, your voice softer now, “it was… nice. Dancing with you, I mean.”

“Nice?” he echoed, pretending to be offended, though the slight upward twitch of his lips betrayed him. “I’ll take it.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the small laugh that escaped you. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Too late,” he said with a grin, but there was a gentleness in his eyes that made your heart skip another beat.

But Jungwon didn’t stray far. Throughout the night, he stayed by your side, his usual teasing demeanor giving way to something more genuine. He made you laugh with stories of his misadventures in the Gryffindor common room, his eyes lighting up every time you smiled. The two of you shared more dances, each one more comfortable and intimate than the last, until the space between you felt almost non-existent.

As the night wore on, you found yourself wondering how you’d never noticed the way his laugh sounded like music, or how his presence made you feel like you belonged exactly where you were. Jungwon seemed equally caught up in the moment, his gaze lingering on you longer than necessary, his hand brushing yours even when there was no need.

By the end of the ball, it felt as though the rest of the world had faded away, leaving just the two of you under the enchanted ceiling, the stars above mirroring the spark between you.

Jungwon’s voice broke the comfortable silence. “You know, this has been the best Yule Ball I’ve ever been to.”

You raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on your lips. “How many have you been to, exactly?”

He chuckled softly, the sound warm and a little shy. “Well, it’s my first, but… it’ll be hard to top this.”

You felt your cheeks warm at his words, the sincerity in his tone catching you off guard. “I’m glad you had a good time,” you said softly, looking down at your feet before meeting his gaze again. “I did too.”

His smile widened, and for a moment, he looked like he wanted to say something else. Instead, he hesitated, glancing around the Great Hall. The music was softer now, the crowd thinning as couples began to drift out.

“Do you… want to go for a walk?” he asked, his voice quieter, almost nervous.

You blinked in surprise but nodded, the idea of some fresh air suddenly appealing. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Together, you slipped out of the hall, the crisp night air wrapping around you as you stepped onto the snow-dusted grounds. The moonlight reflected off the blanket of white, casting everything in a silvery glow. Jungwon walked beside you, his hands tucked into his pockets, his usual confidence replaced by a quiet thoughtfulness.

“It’s so peaceful out here,” you murmured, your breath visible in the cold.

“Yeah,” he agreed, glancing at you with a small smile. “I think I needed this.”

“From all your Gryffindor antics?” you teased lightly.

He laughed, the sound soft but genuine. “Something like that. It’s nice, though. Being here with you.”

You looked at him, your heart skipping at the earnestness in his voice. Before you could overthink it, you nudged him playfully. “Careful, Jungwon. You’re starting to sound sincere.”

“Maybe I am,” he said, his tone quiet but steady. The vulnerability in his eyes made your teasing smile falter, replaced by something softer.

The two of you stopped near a frozen fountain, the snow glimmering around you. Jungwon turned to face you fully, his expression hesitant but hopeful. “Thanks for tonight. I mean it.”

“You already said that,” you replied, though your voice lacked any real teasing.

“I know,” he said, taking a small step closer. “But I wanted to say it again.”

The space between you felt charged, the air holding a kind of anticipation you’d never felt before. Jungwon’s eyes flicked to yours, then to your lips, and back again, as though waiting for a sign.

Not thinking but acting you leaned in close to Jungwon’s face, brushing your lips against his. It was soft and tentative, but the warmth of it spread through you like fire. Jungwon froze for a moment before responding, his hand gently coming up to cup your cheek as he deepened the kiss just slightly.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, the cold air sharp against your heated skin. Jungwon’s smile was small but radiant, his eyes searching yours.

“So… does this mean I’ve secured you as my partner for the next ball too?” he asked, his playful tone returning but laced with unmistakable affection.

You laughed, shaking your head. “We’ll see, Gryffindor. We’ll see.”

✴︎🪷𓈒͏ུུ̑̑. ཉ — by @fruvittea

[fruvittea]

hii this is very random and sudden so basically i have a c.ai account where i put in the storyline from other apps like tiktok and tumblr and i wanted to ask for your permission if i can put your jay storyline into the c.ai with credits to you ofc🫶🏻 its totally fine if you're not i was thinking maybe what we didn't say and before time runs out?

once again im so sorry if its weird i just really love your writing and I think it'd do great in c.ai? also waiting for the jay series to finish so i can read it lol🫶🏻🫶🏻

hii yes of course!! feel free to do so, thank you for asking!! 🥰🫶🫶

[fruvittea]

how they kiss you

💌﹒→﹒hyung line drabbles ﹒ ﹒ ♪

— genre: romance

— warnings? none

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⠀# . jake 𓂃 ♥︎

there’s something electric about the way jake kisses you, as if he’s trying to pour every ounce of his feelings into each moment. his lips press against yours with a fiery intensity, and his hands cradle your face like you’re something fragile and precious. his kisses are slightly hurried at first, eager and passionate, but when he slows down, there’s a soft rhythm to the way he moves, like he’s savoring every second. his voice is barely a whisper between kisses, murmuring your name like it’s his favorite word. and when he pulls away, his eyes search yours, a crooked smile tugging at his lips as if he’s already planning the next kiss.

-

⠀# . sunghoon 𓂃 ♥︎

sunghoon’s hands are cold when they reach for your jaw, the chill sending a shiver down your spine before it’s melted away by the warmth of his kiss. his lips are soft, plump, and intoxicating as they press against yours, moving with a controlled gentleness that still exudes dominance. he holds you firmly, his fingertips pressing lightly into your skin as if grounding himself in the moment. there’s a quiet intensity in the way he kisses, unhurried yet full of purpose, his lips tugging yours in a way that leaves you breathless. when he finally pulls back, his dark eyes linger on your lips, a faint smirk playing on his mouth as his thumb brushes your cheek.

-

⠀# . jay 𓂃 ♥︎

jay’s kisses start hesitant, as though he’s carefully testing the waters, his lips brushing against yours softly at first. but it doesn’t take long for the kisses to grow deeper and more fervent, each one pulling you further into him. his hands hover awkwardly at first before sliding to your waist, holding you firmly as his confidence builds. he lets out a soft sigh against your lips when he gets lost in the moment, the sound fueling the way his kisses become more consuming. by the time he presses you closer, his lips move against yours with a desperate intensity, like he doesn’t want to stop. and when you finally break apart, his forehead rests against yours, his lips parted as if he’s trying to catch his breath.

-

⠀# . heesung 𓂃 ♥︎

heeseung kisses you with a blend of tenderness and subtle control, as if he’s been waiting for this moment and doesn’t want to rush it. his hands cup your face with a featherlight touch, his thumbs brushing softly along your jaw as his lips meet yours. the way he kisses is slow and deliberate, each movement calculated yet filled with genuine emotion. he hums faintly against your lips, a low sound of contentment that makes your stomach flutter. as the kiss deepens, his grip on you tightens ever so slightly, his lips moving in perfect sync with yours. there’s a lingering sweetness to the way he kisses, like he’s promising you everything without saying a word. when he finally pulls back, he gives you a breathless, lopsided smile, his eyes sparkling with a quiet affection that makes you feel like the center of his world.

✴︎🪷𓈒͏ུུ̑̑. ཉ — by @fruvittea

[fruvittea]

midnight calls

💌﹒→﹒heesung x reader (long distance au | established relationship)﹒ ﹒ ♪

— genre: angst/happy ending

— word count: 2.2k

— warnings? none

— synopsis: Heeseung is an idol trying to balance fame and his long-distance relationship with you. Despite his busy schedule, he always calls you at midnight to talk about his day. However, his world becomes chaotic as comeback promotions heat up, and the calls become less frequent. One night, you confront him about drifting apart, leading to an emotional conversation where Heeseung reaffirms how much you mean to him.

The faint glow of your phone screen was the only light in the room as you stared at the ceiling, waiting. Midnight had become a sacred hour, a fleeting moment where the distance between you and Heeseung didn’t seem so unbearable. The routine was almost ritualistic—his name flashing across your screen, his soft voice greeting you with a smile you could practically hear. But lately, that routine had started to crumble, leaving behind a gnawing emptiness you tried desperately to ignore.

It wasn’t always like this. When Heeseung first left for Seoul to chase his dream, you were his anchor, the person he called at every high and low point. Those late-night conversations were the lifeline keeping your relationship afloat, tethering you to him despite the miles between you. But as his group grew more popular, so did the demands on his time. Photoshoots, rehearsals, interviews, music shows—his days blurred into one another, and the midnight calls became less frequent.

You tried to understand. Heeseung had always dreamed big, and you knew what you were signing up for when you decided to stay by his side. But understanding didn’t make it hurt any less when your calls turned into unanswered messages or when his updates became curt, rushed apologies. You felt selfish for wanting more of him when he was already giving everything to his career.

Your chest tightened as you glanced at the clock on your phone. 12:17. No call. Again.

The screen lit up with a notification, and for a split second, your heart leaped, only to sink again when you saw it was from a friend. You sighed, tossing the phone onto the bed beside you. This wasn’t sustainable. The constant waiting, the disappointment, the feeling of being an afterthought—it was slowly eating away at you.

The ringing of your phone startled you. Heeseung’s name flashed across the screen, and you hesitated for a moment before answering, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“Hey,” his voice came through, soft but laced with exhaustion.

“Hey,” you replied, your tone carefully neutral.

“Sorry, I’m late again,” he said, a hint of guilt creeping into his words. “We had a last-minute practice, and I lost track of time.”

You bit your lip, trying to keep your emotions in check. “It’s fine. You’re busy. I get it.”

There was a pause, the kind that usually didn’t exist between you two, and you hated how heavy it felt. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice dipping into concern.

You closed your eyes, debating whether to keep the peace or let the dam break. The silence stretched, and you heard him exhale softly, waiting.

“No, Heeseung. I’m not okay,” you finally said, your voice cracking. “I don’t think I’ve been okay for a while now.”

His breath hitched, and you could almost picture the furrowed brow, the slight panic in his eyes. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

“What’s wrong?” You let out a humorless laugh, the frustration bubbling to the surface. “What’s wrong is that I feel like I’m barely part of your life anymore. You’re always busy, always tired, and I get it, I do. But I can’t keep pretending that it doesn’t hurt when you forget about me.”

“I haven’t forgotten about you,” he said quickly, his voice pleading. “I could never forget about you.”

“Then why does it feel like I’m the only one holding onto this relationship?” The words spilled out before you could stop them, the weight of your emotions finally breaking free. “I’m tired, Heeseung. Tired of waiting, of wondering if tonight will be another night where you don’t call. Tired of feeling like I’m second to everything else in your life.”

“You’re not second,” he said, his voice trembling. “You’re not. You mean everything to me. I know I’ve been bad at showing it, but I promise—”

“Promises don’t mean anything if they’re always broken,” you interrupted, the tears you’d been holding back finally slipping down your cheeks. “I need more than promises, Heeseung. I need to feel like I matter to you.”

“You do matter,” he said desperately. “I know I’ve messed up, but I don’t want to lose you. Please, just—just tell me what I can do to fix this.”

The raw emotion in his voice twisted something deep inside you, but the hurt wouldn’t let you soften, not yet. “I don’t know if you can,” you said quietly. “I don’t know if I can keep doing this.”

There was a long pause, the kind that made your heart feel like it was splitting in two. “Don’t say that,” he finally whispered, his voice barely audible. “Don’t give up on us. Please.”

You wiped at your tears, trying to steady your breathing. “I’m not giving up, Heeseung. I just… I need to think. We both do.”

“I’ll do better,” he said, the desperation in his voice pulling at your resolve. “I’ll make more time for you. I’ll call every night, no matter how tired I am. Just don’t… don’t pull away from me.”

“I don’t want to pull away,” you admitted, your voice softening. “But I can’t be the only one holding on. This has to be a two-way street, Heeseung. I need you to meet me halfway.”

“I will,” he said, his tone firm despite the shakiness in it. “I’ll do whatever it takes. Just tell me what you need, and I’ll do it. I swear.”

Your grip on the phone tightened as you took a shaky breath. “I need time,” you said finally. “Time to figure out if this is something we can fix, or if we’re just hurting each other by holding on.”

The silence that followed was deafening, each second stretching into an eternity. When Heeseung finally spoke, his voice was heavy with emotion. “Take all the time you need. Just don’t forget that I love you, okay? Don’t ever doubt that.”

“I won’t,” you whispered, your heart aching at the sincerity in his words. “I love you too.”

The call ended shortly after, leaving you alone in the quiet room. You stared at the screen, the weight of the conversation settling over you like a thick blanket.

You wanted to believe Heeseung’s promises, to trust that he could make things better. But a part of you couldn’t shake the fear that no matter how much you loved each other, the distance between you might be too great to overcome.

As the night stretched on, you curled up under the covers, clutching your phone like it was the last thread connecting you to him. Whether that thread would hold or break was a question only time could answer.

The days after that conversation were some of the hardest you’d endured in a long time. You had thought taking time to think would help you find clarity, but instead, it felt like the world had been muted. The usual midnight calls were gone, and even though it was what you had asked for, the absence left a hollow ache in your chest.

You missed him.

Your friends told you to give him space, to let him prove his promises on his own terms, but patience was never your strong suit. You tried to keep yourself busy—throwing yourself into work, catching up on shows you’d neglected, and meeting up with friends—but nothing felt right.

And then, nearly a week later, your phone lit up with his name.

You stared at the screen, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure it would echo through the room. The memory of his desperate voice from that night played on a loop in your head as you debated whether to answer.

When you finally picked up, there was a moment of silence before his voice came through, soft and hesitant.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” you replied, your voice quieter than you intended.

“I, uh… I hope this isn’t a bad time,” he said, sounding unsure of himself.

“It’s not,” you said, leaning back against the couch. “What’s up?”

“I’ve been thinking,” he began, his words careful. “About what you said. About us.”

You stayed silent, letting him find the words.

“You were right,” he admitted. “I haven’t been the partner you deserve. I let everything else take priority, and I didn’t stop to realize how that was affecting you—us. I’m sorry.”

Your grip on the phone tightened, his words stirring something fragile inside you. “Heeseung, it’s not just on you. I should’ve communicated better instead of letting things build up.”

“No,” he said firmly. “You shouldn’t have had to ask for more. I should’ve given it willingly. And I want to fix that. I know I can’t go back and undo the hurt I caused, but I can do better moving forward—if you’ll let me.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, your emotions warring between hope and fear. “How do I know this won’t happen again?”

“I’ve been working on making changes,” he said, his voice steady. “I talked to my manager and explained that I need to carve out time for myself—for us. We’ve set boundaries on my schedule. I’ve also been keeping a journal to remind myself of the things I value most, and your name is at the top of every page.”

The thought of him taking such deliberate steps made your chest ache with longing and something dangerously close to hope.

“Come see me,” he said suddenly, his words tumbling out in a rush. “I know it’s last minute, but I’ll make it worth your while. I want to show you that I’m serious.”

The idea of seeing him in person, of closing the distance that had been tearing you apart, was almost too much to process. But before you could talk yourself out of it, you found yourself agreeing.

The flight to Seoul was a blur, your nerves tangled with anticipation and apprehension. By the time you landed, exhaustion had settled in, but the sight of Heeseung waiting for you at the airport made it all worth it.

He was wearing a mask and a baseball cap, but you would’ve recognized him anywhere. The moment his eyes met yours, they softened, and he closed the distance between you in a few quick strides.

“Hi,” he said, his voice muffled by the mask.

“Hi,” you replied, your voice trembling slightly.

Without another word, he pulled you into a hug. His arms wrapped around you tightly, as though he were afraid you might slip away if he let go. You felt the tension in your body melt as you leaned into him, the familiar scent of his cologne grounding you in a way nothing else could.

“I missed you,” he murmured against your hair.

“I missed you too,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

The next few days were a whirlwind of quiet moments and tentative steps toward rebuilding what had been strained. Heeseung took you to some of his favorite spots in the city—the cozy café where he liked to write lyrics, the park where he went to clear his head, the convenience store where he always grabbed late-night snacks after practice.

He made an effort to include you in his world, even bringing you to the studio to meet his members. They welcomed you warmly, teasing Heeseung about how he couldn’t stop talking about you. You saw the way his ears turned red, but he didn’t deny it.

At night, when it was just the two of you in his apartment, he opened up in a way he hadn’t before. He talked about the pressures he faced as an idol, the moments of doubt and insecurity, and how he often felt like he was walking a tightrope.

“I didn’t want to burden you with all of that,” he admitted one evening as you sat together on the couch. “But I realize now that shutting you out did more harm than good. I want to share everything with you—the good, the bad, and everything in between.”

You reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. “I want that too, Heeseung. I want to be there for you, even when it’s hard. But you have to let me in.”

“I will,” he promised, his gaze steady. “From now on, no more walls between us.”

On your last night in Seoul, Heeseung surprised you with a private rooftop dinner. Fairy lights twinkled overhead, and the city skyline stretched out before you, a breathtaking backdrop to an evening you would never forget.

As you sat across from him, the weight of the past few weeks seemed to fade, replaced by a quiet sense of contentment.

“I know I’ve said this before, but thank you for not giving up on me,” he said, his voice earnest. “I don’t take it for granted.”

You smiled, your heart full. “I didn’t give up because you’re worth it, Heeseung. We’re worth it.”

He reached across the table, taking your hand in his. “I won’t let you down again. I promise.”

When you boarded the plane home the next day, your heart felt lighter. The distance was still there, but the weight of it didn’t feel as crushing as before. Heeseung had proven that he was willing to fight for your relationship, and you felt more confident than ever that you could face whatever challenges lay ahead together.

As the plane ascended, your phone buzzed with a text from him.

“Midnight calls are back. Don’t miss me too much.”

You smiled, clutching the phone to your chest. The distance was still there, but so was the love, and that was more than enough.

✴︎🪷𓈒͏ུུ̑̑. ཉ — by @fruvittea

[fruvittea]

whispers in the rain ✧˚ · . part six

— ✺ pairing: jay x reader x jake

— ✺ genre: slice of life, angst, suggestive, fluff, childhood best friend, love triangle, college au, slow burn

— ✺ synopsis: jay is your childhood best friend. that’s all he will ever be. a summer with jay and his friends changes how you feel for him when jake comes into your life. and jay begins to think that was a mistake.

— ✺ warnings: some of the members are aged up since there is mention of consuming alcohol in this fic!!

— ✺ word count: 1.6k

— ✺ authors note! hi thank you so much for reading, this is my first fic with multiple parts that i will be writing hope you guys like it :)

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7

Jay woke up with a dull ache behind his eyes and the faint taste of regret on his tongue. The morning sunlight spilled through the blinds, sharp and unforgiving, illuminating the disarray of the living room. The others were scattered in various states of hangover-induced laziness, but his mind was too restless to join them.

He rubbed his temples, trying to piece together fragments of the night before. Dancing, laughter, the heady blur of too many drinks—but one moment stood out, clear and vivid despite the haze.

Your name.

He remembered mumbling it under his breath, barely audible over the music and chatter. His head had been heavy on the couch, his eyes half-lidded, but you had been standing nearby, your laughter ringing out like a melody he couldn’t ignore.

Someone had nudged him—Jake, probably—and teased him about slurring his words. Jay had brushed it off, letting out a tired laugh, but the truth of it lingered. In that moment, he had looked at you, and for a fleeting second, the crowded room had melted away, leaving only you.

Now, in the sharp light of day, that memory clung to him like a shadow. Had anyone else noticed? Worse, had you noticed?

He stayed like that, face down, his body sprawled as if he could physically press his feelings into the mattress and leave them there. But no matter how hard he tried, the ache in his chest and the unanswered questions in his head refused to leave.

—

Jay groaned, scrubbing a hand over his face before pushing to his feet. He couldn’t sit here stewing in his own thoughts. The air felt stifling, the walls of the house closing in around him. He needed space.

Avoiding the scattered bodies of his friends, he made his way upstairs, the floorboards creaking beneath his weight. His footsteps felt heavier than usual, each step burdened with the weight of everything unsaid.

Reaching his room, Jay closed the door behind him and leaned against it for a moment, exhaling deeply. The muffled sounds of the house below faded, leaving him in silence.

He ran a hand through his hair, still damp from the shower he’d taken earlier. His reflection in the small mirror by the bed caught his eye. The tired eyes staring back at him told a story he wasn’t ready to acknowledge.

Jay crossed the room and collapsed onto the bed, the mattress creaking under his weight. He let out a frustrated sigh, rolling onto his stomach and burying his face in the pillows. The events of the previous night, your laughter, and the sound of your name slipping from his lips played on a loop in his mind.

—

The day unfolded lazily, with the house caught in a rhythm of subdued chatter and quiet footsteps. You found yourself retreating to the backyard, needing space to clear your head. The cool breeze played with the hem of your oversized sweater, carrying with it the faint scent of freshly cut grass. You sank into the weathered patio chair, letting your gaze wander across the yard.

Your phone buzzed beside you, pulling you from your thoughts. A message from Jay lit up the screen: “Thanks for earlier. You’re the best.”

You smiled faintly, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. Jay’s words from earlier replayed in your mind. “I don’t deserve you.” A pang of something—was it longing?—settled in your chest. You brushed it off, setting your phone aside.

The sound of footsteps on the patio pulled you back to the present. Turning, you saw Jake approaching, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his hoodie.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked softly.

You shook your head, gesturing to the chair beside you. “Of course not.”

Jake sank into the chair, his presence both comforting and unnerving. Silence stretched between you, filled only by the rustling leaves and distant hum of conversation from inside.

“I wanted to talk to you,” Jake said finally, his voice low.

You turned to him, your heart skipping a beat at the intensity in his gaze. “About what?”

He hesitated, his jaw working as if he were weighing his words. “Last night.”

Your pulse quickened. “What about it?”

Jake exhaled, leaning forward and bracing his elbows on his knees. “I just… I wanted to make sure you’re okay. You seemed… overwhelmed.”

You laughed lightly, though the sound was strained. “I think we all were. It was a lot.”

“Yeah,” Jake murmured, his gaze dropping to the ground. He seemed to wrestle with something unsaid, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of his hoodie.

Before he could speak again, the back door creaked open. Jay stepped out, his hair damp from a shower and his expression softened but still weary.

“Hey,” he greeted, his voice tentative. His eyes flicked between you and Jake, lingering a moment longer than necessary. “Am I interrupting something?”

Jake straightened, his easy demeanor slipping into something guarded. “Not at all. Just catching some air.”

Jay nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets as he joined you. The tension was palpable now, a silent standoff of unspoken feelings and unsaid words.

You stood abruptly, brushing invisible dust from your jeans. “I should check on the others,” you said, avoiding their gazes.

Neither of them stopped you as you walked away, but you felt their eyes on your back, heavy with things left unsaid.

As you disappeared into the house, the silence on the patio grew heavier. Jay leaned against the railing, his jaw tight as he stared out at the yard. Jake stayed seated, his posture deceptively relaxed, but the tension between them was undeniable.

Jay broke the silence first, his voice sharp but low. “You always seem to be around when she’s alone.”

Jake glanced up at him, unfazed. “And you always seem to be watching.”

Jay’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of something darker crossing his face. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Jake shrugged, his tone casual but with an edge that cut through the air. “It means maybe you should stop hovering and start figuring out what you actually want, Jay.”

Jay’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. “Don’t act like you’re innocent in all this, Jake. You think I don’t see what you’re doing?”

Jake stood then, his easy demeanor slipping as he met Jay’s gaze head-on. “And what am I doing, Jay? Huh? Trying to actually be there for her while you sit on the sidelines and act like you don’t care?”

Jay stepped closer, the space between them charged. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Jake scoffed, shaking his head. “Yeah, sure. Keep telling yourself that.”

The back door creaked open again, and both of them fell silent. Sunoo poked his head out, oblivious to the storm brewing on the patio. “Hey, you two coming inside? We’re deciding on dinner for later tonight.”

Jay and Jake exchanged one last heated look before Jake brushed past him, heading inside without another word. Jay stayed behind, gripping the railing tightly as he tried to rein in the turmoil in his chest.

The growing tension between the two was undeniable now, and it was only a matter of time before everything came to a head.

Jay stayed rooted to the patio as the door clicked shut behind Jake and Sunoo. His knuckles whitened on the railing, the sharp edge digging into his palms grounding him. The cool breeze did little to soothe the storm in his chest.

Moments later, the door opened again, and Jake stepped back out, closing it softly behind him. Jay tensed but didn’t turn around.

“You’ve got something to say?” Jay muttered, his voice low and steady, masking the tumult of emotions beneath.

Jake leaned against the railing beside him, keeping a deliberate distance. “I wasn’t finished earlier.”

Jay scoffed, finally turning to face him. “So say it.”

Jake held his gaze, his expression unreadable but his tone calm, almost resigned. “I like her, Jay.”

The words hung in the air like a thunderclap. Jay’s jaw clenched, but he forced a nonchalant shrug. “You’re not the only one, apparently.”

Jake let out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. “The difference is, I’m actually doing something about it. I’m getting to know her, spending time with her—”

“And what?” Jay snapped, cutting him off. “You think that means she’s yours?”

Jake’s eyes darkened, but his voice stayed measured. “It means I’m not wasting time pretending I don’t care. Whatever you’re feeling, Jay, it’s coming too late.”

Jay laughed bitterly, the sound void of humor. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Jake tilted his head, studying him. “Don’t I? You’ve had how long to say something? To show her? And instead, you just... stand there, watching from the sidelines.”

Jay’s stomach twisted, but he didn’t let it show. “You think you know everything, don’t you?” he said, his tone icy. “Newsflash, Jake: life isn’t some neat little plan where you get what you want just because you showed up first.”

Jake pushed off the railing, stepping closer, his voice dropping to a murmur. “Maybe not. But at least I’m trying. Can you say the same?”

Jay said nothing, his silence more damning than any argument he could muster. Jake lingered for a moment longer, then turned and walked inside, leaving Jay alone on the patio.

Jay let out a shaky breath, his grip on the railing loosening as he stared blankly at the yard. His carefully constructed facade was crumbling, and for the first time in a long while, he didn’t know what to do.

✴︎🪷𓈒͏ུུ̑̑. ཉ — by @fruvittea

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late night jams

💌﹒→﹒roommate!vernon x reader ﹒ ﹒ ♪

— genre: slice of life, romance, fluff

— word count: 2.3k

— warnings? none

— synopsis: Vernon becomes your roommate after responding to an ad you posted. You quickly bond over your shared love of music, and late-night jam sessions turn into something more.

1:00 PM – Move-In Day

The apartment smells faintly of fresh paint and pine-scented cleaner when you unlock the door. Two suitcases rest by your side, and a backpack hangs off your shoulder, weighing you down as you step inside. The place is small but cozy—a combination of warm wooden floors and beige walls that will look less generic once you’ve hung up some posters. Your stomach flips with a mix of excitement and nerves. This is your first time living away from home, and though you’re ready for independence, the idea of sharing the space with a complete stranger makes your palms sweat.

You’ve only exchanged a few texts with Vernon, your new roommate. His messages were polite but sparse, like he wasn’t too keen on chatting beyond the basics. He mentioned he’d arrive a bit later, so you’ve got the apartment to yourself for now. You drag your suitcases into the room on the right, claiming it as your own. The window overlooks the street below, where cars hum by and people walk briskly, the late afternoon sun glinting off storefront windows.

By the time you’ve unpacked a few essentials and stacked your books on the desk, a knock sounds at the door. Heart thudding, you head to the living room and open it. There stands Vernon, a duffle bag slung over one shoulder and a guitar case in his other hand. His dark brown hair falls slightly over his eyes, and he gives you a small, lopsided smile.

“Hey, you must be…” he starts, trailing off as he glances down at the paper taped to the doorframe with your names on it. “Yeah, you. I’m Vernon.”

“And you must be Vernon,” you reply with a grin, stepping aside to let him in.

“Nice place,” he says, setting his things down and looking around. “Smells like a pine forest, though.”

You laugh, feeling some of the tension ease. “Yeah, I think they overdid it with the cleaning spray. It’ll wear off.”

He nods and gives you another small smile before heading to the room on the left. You’re not sure what to expect from him, but his quiet demeanor makes you think he’ll be easy to live with.

-

9:00 PM – The First Jam

Later that night, the apartment is quiet except for the low hum of your laptop. You’ve spent the evening settling in and scrolling through social media, and you’re just about to call it a night when a soft melody drifts through the walls. At first, you think it’s coming from outside, but then you realize it’s Vernon.

You press your ear to the door, curiosity getting the better of you. He’s playing the guitar, the notes soft and smooth, accompanied by a low voice humming a melody. It’s unpolished but soothing, like he’s just idly strumming to unwind.

Unable to resist, you knock on his door. The music stops abruptly. “Yeah?” comes his muffled voice.

“Hey, sorry to bother you,” you say, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “But that sounded… really nice. Are you working on something?”

The door opens slightly, and Vernon’s face appears. He looks a bit sheepish, his guitar still in his hands. “Oh, uh, thanks. Just messing around.”

“Do you… mind if I listen?” you ask, surprising yourself.

He hesitates for a moment but then steps back, letting you in. His room is sparse, with only a few belongings scattered around—a stack of notebooks on the desk, a small speaker by the window, and a record player in the corner. He sits back on the edge of his bed, cradling the guitar.

“It’s nothing special,” he says, but when he starts playing again, the soft chords fill the room with warmth. You sit cross-legged on the floor, watching as his fingers move effortlessly over the strings.

“Do you write your own stuff?” you ask.

He nods. “Yeah, sometimes. It’s more of a hobby, though. Helps me clear my head.”

You find yourself mesmerized, not just by the music but by the way he seems completely at ease when he plays. It’s like the quiet, reserved Vernon you met earlier fades away, replaced by someone more open and free.

-

12:00 AM – Late-Night Confessions

What starts as one song turns into an impromptu jam session. Vernon hands you a notebook filled with lyrics, asking for your opinion. You’re surprised by how raw and honest his words are, a glimpse into a side of him you didn’t expect.

“These are really good,” you tell him, looking up from the page. “Why don’t you share them with anyone?”

He shrugs, fiddling with the tuning pegs on his guitar. “I don’t know. It’s personal, I guess. And, I mean, who’d want to hear this stuff anyway?”

“Are you kidding?” you say, incredulous. “People would love this. You’re really talented.”

His cheeks flush slightly, and he gives a small, embarrassed laugh. “Thanks. That… means a lot.”

The two of you end up talking well into the night, sharing stories and bits of your lives that you wouldn’t normally share with someone you’d just met. There’s something about the quiet intimacy of the moment that makes it easy to open up. By the time you finally head to bed, you’re struck by how comfortable you feel around him already.

-

Two Weeks Later

Living with Vernon quickly becomes easier than you’d imagined. He’s tidy, respects your space, and, most importantly, he’s just… good company. You find yourself looking forward to the evenings when the two of you sit in the living room, him with his guitar and you with whatever book or project you’re working on.

One night, you’re in the middle of cooking dinner when you hear Vernon humming in the kitchen. He’s scrolling through his phone, absently tapping a rhythm against the counter.

“That’s catchy,” you say, stirring the pot on the stove. “What is it?”

He looks up, startled. “Oh, just something I’ve been working on. It’s not done yet.”

“Can I hear it?”

He hesitates but then nods. Grabbing his guitar from the corner of the room, he plays the melody he’d been humming, adding a few lyrics. It’s rough, but you can hear the potential in it.

“You’ve got to do something with this,” you say. “Seriously, Vernon, this is too good to keep to yourself.”

He laughs softly. “Maybe someday.”

-

Late Night Breakthrough

Weeks turn into months, and your late-night jam sessions become a ritual. One night, Vernon asks you to help him come up with a chorus for a song he’s stuck on. You’re hesitant at first, but he insists, handing you the notebook and encouraging you to try.

“Just write whatever comes to mind,” he says, strumming a few chords. “There’s no wrong answer.”

You take a deep breath and scribble down a few lines, then hand it back to him. He reads them over, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “This is great,” he says, his tone sincere. “Really. Let’s try it.”

As he sings the lyrics you wrote, you can’t help but feel a swell of pride. It’s a small thing, but the fact that he values your input means more than you expected.

-

8:00 PM – The Apartment’s Atmosphere

The apartment feels alive tonight. Vernon’s guitar case leans against the couch, and the coffee table is strewn with lyric-filled notebooks and empty cups of tea. The faint scent of vanilla candles mingles with the cool breeze slipping through the slightly ajar window. It’s a typical scene for you and Vernon, but tonight, there’s a new energy.

After weeks of brainstorming, tweaking melodies, and scribbling down lyric ideas at odd hours, one of Vernon’s songs finally feels complete. It’s a quiet victory, marked by his satisfied grin as he strums the last chord. You’re sitting cross-legged on the rug, your fingers resting on a notebook, feeling like you’ve been part of something bigger than yourself.

“It’s done,” Vernon announces, his voice light with relief. “I can’t believe it.”

“You’ve been working on it for so long,” you say, your grin mirroring his. “It’s amazing, Vernon. Seriously.”

He leans back, running a hand through his hair, his expression softening. “I couldn’t have done it without you. All those late nights and random ideas you threw out? They made a difference.”

Your heart swells at the compliment. “I just threw out words. You’re the one who turned them into something magical.”

He shakes his head. “It’s a team effort.”

The room falls into a comfortable silence as the final chord lingers in the air. You both sit there for a moment, basking in the shared accomplishment.

-

9:30 PM – The Idea

“You should share it,” you blurt out, breaking the silence.

Vernon’s eyebrows lift slightly, and he sets his guitar down. “Share it? Like, online?”

“Yeah,” you say, leaning forward. “Or perform it. You’ve got talent, Vernon. People need to hear this.”

He hesitates, a shadow of doubt flickering across his face. “I don’t know. I mean, it’s personal. What if people don’t get it? Or worse, what if they hate it?”

“They won’t hate it,” you insist, your voice firm. “And even if some people don’t get it, so what? You wrote this for yourself, right? That’s what matters.”

He stares at you for a moment, his gaze searching. Then he nods slowly, a small smile playing at his lips. “Maybe you’re right.”

-

10:15 PM – Planning the Debut

You and Vernon brainstorm how to share his music with the world. He’s not one for grand gestures, so you settle on something intimate: a live stream. It’s low-pressure, just him and his guitar in the cozy apartment, playing for whoever stumbles upon the video.

“We could set up here,” you suggest, gesturing to the corner of the living room by the window. “The lighting’s nice, and it’ll feel authentic.”

Vernon nods, his confidence growing as the plan takes shape. “Okay. Let’s do it.”

You spend the next hour setting up. The coffee table gets cleared, fairy lights are strung along the windowsill, and Vernon’s guitar is tuned to perfection. You even dig out an old tripod for his phone, ensuring the angle captures him and the warm glow of the room.

As the clock ticks closer to showtime, Vernon’s nervous energy becomes palpable. He paces the room, muttering lyrics under his breath and shaking out his hands.

“You’re going to be great,” you reassure him, placing a hand on his arm. “Just play like it’s one of our late-night jams. No pressure.”

He takes a deep breath and nods. “Okay. Let’s do this.”

-

11:30 PM - The Performance

The live stream starts, and for the first few moments, it’s just Vernon sitting in front of the camera, his guitar resting on his lap. The viewer count is low at first, just a handful of usernames popping up in the corner of the screen. But as he begins to play, his voice steady and rich, more people join.

You watch from behind the camera, your heart swelling with pride. He’s in his element, completely absorbed in the music. The chat fills with comments, all variations of “Wow,” “This is amazing,” and “I needed this tonight.”

When he finishes the song, he looks up at the screen, his lips curving into a shy smile. “Thanks for listening, everyone,” he says, his voice soft. “This one’s been a long time coming.”

He plays a few more songs, the energy in the room shifting from nerves to something more celebratory. By the time he wraps up, the viewer count has climbed into the hundreds, and the chat is overflowing with messages of encouragement.

-

11:55 PM – Post-Show Glow

After the stream ends, Vernon leans back on the couch, letting out a long exhale. “That was… intense,” he says, running a hand through his hair.

“You killed it,” you reply, plopping down beside him. “Seriously, Vernon, you were amazing. Did you see how many people tuned in?”

He grins, his cheeks tinged with pink. “Yeah, that was wild. I didn’t expect so many people to care.”

“Well, they do,” you say, nudging his shoulder. “And now they’re all going to be waiting for your next song.”

He laughs, the sound light and carefree. “No pressure, right?”

-

12:15 AM – Reflection

The apartment has settled into a comfortable quiet again, the adrenaline of the live stream fading into a warm afterglow. Vernon sits cross-legged on the floor, strumming his guitar idly, while you stretch out on the couch, staring at the ceiling.

“Thanks for pushing me to do this,” he says after a while, his voice breaking the silence. “I don’t think I would’ve done it without you.”

You turn your head to look at him, a soft smile on your lips. “You would’ve done it eventually. I just sped up the process.”

He shakes his head. “No, really. You believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself. That means more than you know.”

His words settle over you, warm and genuine, and for a moment, neither of you says anything. The only sound is the soft strumming of his guitar and the distant hum of the city outside.

Vernon looks up from his guitar, his gaze meeting yours. His voice is soft but steady when he adds, “…And I don’t want to lose what we have.”

His words hang in the air, and you suddenly realize just how much these late-night moments have come to mean to both of you.

As the clock strikes midnight, you feel a quiet sense of contentment. This is what home feels like—a place where late-night jams turn into something magical, where shared dreams and quiet moments become the foundation of something bigger.

And as Vernon starts to hum a new melody, you can’t help but wonder what’s next for the two of you—as roommates, as friends, and maybe, just maybe, as something more.

✴︎🪷𓈒͏ུུ̑̑. ཉ — by @fruvittea

[fruvittea]

seventeen playlist .ﾟ۪ ♡ ۫ 🩹 ◦

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ot13 ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

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scoups ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

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jeonghan ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

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joshua ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

between the lines (college au | fluff)

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jun ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

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hoshi ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

warmth in the winter (fluff)

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wonwoo ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

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woozi ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

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mingyu ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

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the8 ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

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dk ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

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seungkwan ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

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vernon ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

late night jams (roommate au)

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dino ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

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