#࣪ 𓂃 ୨୧ 𓈒 ◌ 𝓂𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝓌𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒.

[cupidhoons]

( 니키 ) ⎯⎯ 𝓉𝘪𝘦 𝓂𝘺 𝓈𝘩𝘰𝘦 ⊹ 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 . . . 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖾𝗌 ₍ ᐢ..ᐢ ₎

𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝖿! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 x 𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝗋𝗂𝗄𝗂 ─── 𝒢𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦. 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗇𝗈𝗇 - 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾 𝗄𝗂 ꒰ ✉️ ꒱ 𝓌𝘤 2OO+ ⟡ ⌢ .    𝓌𝘢𝘳𝘯.  𝗋𝗂𝗄𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗈𝗍 + 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 ୨୧ 𝓇𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 ／ 𝖫𝖨𝖡𝖱𝖠𝖱𝖸

𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘻 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 > < 𝗂𝗅𝗎 𝗋𝗂𝗄𝗂 ! 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗒 3𝗄𝗂 𝗍𝗈𝗈, 𝗌𝗂𝗇���𝖾 𝗂 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝖳𝖳

THE ROUGH WOOD of the park bench pressed into the back of your thighs as Riki knelt in front of you, deftly tying the laces of your scuffed sneakers. 

“Idiot,” he muttered, his brow furrowing as he looped the laces. “Quit being so damn clumsy.”  

“You’re such a sweet boyfriend,” you teased, grinning despite the sting of the scrape on your knee.  

He didn’t answer immediately, his lips pressed into a thin line as he tugged the laces tight, double-knotting them with precision. His hands lingered for a moment before moving to your other shoe.  

“You stress me out,” he finally said, his voice low, though the corners of his mouth twitched.  

You chuckled softly. “I know. I’ll try being more careful next time.”  

“You better,” he said, standing and brushing off his hands. His sharp tone softened as his eyes flicked to your scraped knee, and then back to you. “I don’t want you getting hurt.”  

You reached out, cupping his cheek. He blinked, the smallest hitch in his breath betraying the cracks in his tough exterior. “Thank you,” you said, your voice warm.  

He huffed, but the pink dusting his ears betrayed him. “Someone has to take care of you.”  

When you stood and tested your footing, he watched closely, his gaze darting to your knee before he nodded in approval.  

“Ready?” you asked, holding out your hand.  

He took it, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Yeah. Let’s get out of here before you find another way to injure yourself.”  

You laughed, leaning into him as you walked. “No promises.”  

Riki rolled his eyes, squeezing your hand. You knew, no matter what, he��d be there to catch you every time. 

[cupidhoons]

( 정원 ) ⎯⎯ 𝒹𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝒸𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝓅𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 ⊹ 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 . . . 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋 ₍ ᐢ..ᐢ ₎

𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝖿! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 x 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗐𝗈𝗇 ─── 𝒢𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦. 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 ꒰ ✉️ ꒱ 𝓌𝘤 1k ⟡ ⌢ .    𝓌𝘢𝘳𝘯.  𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 + 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 ୨୧ 𝓇𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 ／ 𝖫𝖨𝖡𝖱𝖠𝖱𝖸

𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘻 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 :0

JUNGWON WAS NEVER ONE TO CATCH FEELINGS.

For as long as he could remember, his days were neatly organized—study sessions, class president duties, and moments stolen for himself in the form of quiet reading or walks home from school. He’d see his classmates pair up, blush over handwritten notes, and giggle in the hallways, and it all seemed like an unnecessary distraction.  

That is, until the third week of English class.  

It started innocently enough. Mrs. Choi had announced a group activity, and he was partnered with you. He remembered the way you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as you studied the prompt, your eyebrows knitting together in concentration. You’d tilted your head slightly, a small smile forming as an idea struck you.  

“Okay, what about this?” you asked, leaning toward him to share your thoughts.  

The warmth in your voice and the spark in your eyes caught him off guard. He wasn’t supposed to notice things like that—how the sunlight streaming through the window framed your face, or how you spoke with an ease that made him feel lighter somehow.  

And then, there was the way you laughed.  

He’d said something awkward, something he barely remembered, but you laughed—a soft, genuine sound that filled the space between you. It wasn’t loud or attention-seeking. It was the kind of laugh that stayed with him, lingering in his chest long after the bell rang.  

Jungwon couldn’t stop noticing you after that. The way you absentmindedly twirled your pen during lectures. How you always greeted the shyest students in class, making them feel included. How you chewed on your bottom lip when you were deep in thought. It all became part of the quiet melody that played in his mind whenever you were around.  

At first, he tried to ignore it. He didn’t have time for distractions, especially not ones as all-consuming as you. But every time he told himself to focus, his gaze drifted back to you.  

So here he was, months later, standing in the dimly lit hallway after school with a note clutched tightly in his hand.  

---

The hallway was nearly empty now, safe from the distant echoes of laughter and the shuffle of footsteps from students lingering in other parts of the building. Jungwon stood a few lockers away from yours, the small, folded square of paper in his hand feeling heavier than it should.  

Just slip it in and walk away, he told himself, his heart racing in defiance of the plan.  

He approached your locker, glancing down at the note in hand one last time. He hesitates a bit, taking a deep breath before sliding the note into the gap of your locker. Though, just as he turned to leave, a voice called out behind him.  

“Jungwon?”  

His body stiffened, heat rising to his face as he turned to see Karina standing a few feet away. She tilted her head, her expression a mix of curiosity and mischief.  

“What are you doing here?” she asked, though the smirk on her lips suggested she already knew.  

“Uh, nothing,” Jungwon stammered, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Just… walking by.”  

Karina crossed her arms, clearly unconvinced. “Right. So you didn't just slip a love note into Y/N’s locker just now?”  

His jaw dropped, and for a moment, he could only gape at her. “I—no! It’s not like that!”  

“Sure, sure,” Karina said, her smirk widening. “Your secret’s safe with me… for now.”  

Before he could protest further, she turned on her heel and disappeared down the hallway, leaving him alone once more.  

---

The next day, you were sitting in homeroom, skimming through your notes for an upcoming quiz, when Karina slid into the seat beside you.  

“So,” she began, her voice brimming with excitement.  

You glanced at her warily. “What now?”  

“Guess who I caught slipping a love note into your locker yesterday.”  

You raised an eyebrow. “Please don’t say Mr. Kim from the cafeteria again.”  

“Nope,” she said, her grin growing wider. “It was Jungwon.”  

Your pen froze mid-sentence. “Jungwon? Like class president, everyone's favorite boy Jungwon?”

“Yup!” Karina confirmed. “I caught him red-handed putting a note in your locker yesterday.”

You blinked, trying to process her words. “I don't get it. Why would Jungwon, out of all people, leave a note for me?”

“Because he likes you!” Karina said.

You frowned, shaking your head. “That doesn’t make any sense. Jungwon barely talks to me.”  

“Maybe he’s shy,” Karina teased. “Or maybe you’re just blind to how much he stares at you during class.”  

You rolled your eyes. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”  

“Fine,” She said, leaning back in her chair. “Then catch him in the act.”  

---

That afternoon, you stayed behind after school, hiding just around the corner from your locker. The hallway was eerily quiet now, the chatter of students replaced by the faint hum of fluorescent lights. You held your breath as you waited, your pulse quickening with every passing second.  

And then, there he was.  

Jungwon walked toward your locker, glancing around nervously. His hand trembled slightly as he slipped a folded piece of paper through the slot.  

“Jungwon?”  

He froze, his head snapping up to meet your gaze. His eyes widened in panic, his face turning redder with each passing moment.  

“Y-Y/N,” he stammered, his voice barely audible.  

You stepped closer, holding up the note he’d left the day before. “You’re my secret admirer?”  

For a moment, he looked like he wanted to run. Then he sighed, shoulders slumping as he nodded. “Yeah. I am.”  

You studied him, your heart softening at the sight of his nervous expression. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”  

“I didn’t think you’d feel the same way.” he admitted, avoiding your gaze. 

A small smile tugged at your lips. “You know, you’re not as subtle as you think.”  

His head shot up, hope flickering in his eyes. “Does that mean…?”  

“It means,” you said, stepping closer, “you could’ve just talked to me. But I guess this works too.”  

Jungwon’s face lit up with a tentative smile. “So… lunch tomorrow? With me?”  

You nodded, warmth spreading through your chest. “I’d like that.”