pairing;; choi yeonjun x reader
warnings;; swearing, making out, a frustrating case of (you guessed it!) lack of communication, mentions of alcohol, slight angst (this is the longest fic i’ve ever written omfg)
genre;; best friends to enemies to lovers
word count;; 14.6k
— summary;; for someone who always has a lot to say, you sure aren’t the best at talking things out
As if today wasn’t going bad enough. A bad hair day on top of a wrong coffee order was enough to drive you to the edge. You’re understanding, really you are. However, when your simple Americano order is messed up by the same barista every single time, but the middle-aged lady ordering a Frappuccino with three vanilla pumps, a swirl of caramel and a shake of chocolate powder doesn’t even have to ask anymore…. Yes, you’ve memorised her order at this point. Yes, it is personal.
And now this!
“Two years of friendship,” you shake your head, burning holes into your coffee with your glare. “Down the drain, just like that. And they say college made friendships are meant to last.”
Your (ex) best friend Yena splutters, throwing up her hands. She almost knocks over her cup of hot chocolate with the foam delicately shaped into a heart. Sure, the barista does that for her in a hopeless attempt at flirting, but you have to wait an extra five minutes for your plain hot beverage to be fixed, forced to witness a gross display of hopeless pining as he creepily stares at Yena. She doesn’t like to talk about it.
“Oh my God, will you stop with this already?” she rolls her eyes, completely used to your dramatic tendencies. Usually, you would just laugh it off at this point, but in circumstances such as utter betrayal you were genuinely furious. “It was just a couple of dates!”
“What’s this I hear?” Beomgyu slides into the booth next to you setting his smoothie down on the table and gasping. “Yena, have you been cheating on Y/N?”
“She may as well have done!” you exclaim, not skipping a beat. You want the best for your friend, of course you do. Just not when the best is Choi Soobin. Or what comes with him that is. Lowering your voice in case anyone overhears, you lean in. “Why Soobin of all people?”
→ The midnight blue of his suit had soaked through to black, almost as dark as the circles around his eyes; his body shivering from his heartache. He could not feel the cold. He didn’t even know that it was raining. And still, he reached for your hand.
summary: there were rules that had to be followed: no one could know about you two, there was no ‘getting to know each other,’ and there was absolutely no emotional attachment allowed. if this could be done, there should be no complications. but somehow, the rules always get bended.
pairing: reader x fuckboy!kth
genre: college au | fluff, angst, smut
words: 2.2k
chapter warnings: nothing really, some cussing? but it’s supposed to be a soft, fun christmas ending
notes: I LOVE YOU ALL 🥺 thanks so much for sticking with me thru this fic. all your kind words mean so much to me! i’m most likely going to start acquainted this weekend or early next week, so please be on the look out for that! we’ll be on a wild, messy ride for that one 🤪 i will also post some drabbles for this in the near future and take requests, but will let you know when i’ll start taking those! ENJOY!
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Waking up to the sun beaming into your room, you smiled to yourself feeling Taehyung’s arm wrapped around your torso, his naked body pressed against yours. You stretched a bit, careful not to do too much to wake him, but you realized he awoken with the way his fingers lightly brushed your skin and thumb drew light circles on your ribs.
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