#𝐘𝐒𝐋'𝐒 ⅈ𝕥 ᧁⅈ𝕣𝓁 ! ͏͏͏͏͏͏──── ʏᴀɴ

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LMLY ── let me love you, don't leave me loving you; angsty to fluff, situationship!nrk x fmr, 0.3k words

YOU HATED THE RAIN,

and should've known that with the rain, came bad things.

bad things like nishimura riki, who seemed like he only wanted to love you when it was convenient for him.

bad things like nishimura riki, standing with another girl who is plastered all over his side.

your heart squeezes, the familiar ache filling you whole. you stand outside the cafe, umbrella slack. it was only you, the rain, and your running thoughts.

"yn?"

you whip around at your name, jaehyun staring at you, his smile brightening the cloudy sky. he tilts his head at you, worry obvious on his face. "you good?"

"hey," you mutter, "yeah, for sure," he raises a brow at this.

"then get inside already," he teases, "i'll pay for whatever you want," he holds the door for you, the warmth and then riki's laugh hitting you all at once. without second thought, you link arms with jaehyun, hoping deep down that riki would be angry. hoping that he'd just do something for once.

but then he turns around, sees you, and doesn't do anything.

your chest burns with bitterness.

you apologize to jaehyun immediately, before whipping around and running out into the rain.

but then a hand is grabbing you, and its riki, glaring and drenched. "just what the hell do you think you're doing?" you rip your arm away from him.

"me?" you laugh, "what about you? you seem awfully cozy with her,"

"i'm not—" he starts, "it isn't what it looks like i'm—"

"then stop making look like that!" you snap, and before you can stop yourself you scream at him, "don't always leave me loving you dammit!"

"then just let me love you," he pleads.

and in the drowning downpour of the rain, the two of you hear each other for once.

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LITTLE (BIG) SECRET　── 　the biggest secret you've ever kept, park sunghoon, psh x fmr, secret relationship, unil!au 0.0k words

EVERYONE HAD SECRETS.

little secrets that didn't matter, big secrets, secrets of all kinds.

but you? you had him.

park sunghoon. hockey captain of hybe university and your school's biggest rival.

the rink is filled with students, screams filling the air, and despite being decked out in your school's merch there are hints of him all over you.

the scent of his favorite perfume lingers on your neck and your wrist sparkles with a matching tiffany bracelet.

the buzzer sounds, marking the end of a period. karina erupts into a fit of anger at the score from next to you, complaining loudly about hybe's win, and though you hastily agree with her, your mind is elsewhere.

your phone pings.

hoon miss me, pretty girl?

and in your little corner of the world, with your biggest secret, your heart thumps.

you yeah captain, so hurry it up and come kiss me

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NERD　── 　you're such a nerd 'am i now?'; kissing, pjw x fmr, 0.2k words

YANG JUNGWON IS A NERD.

that is what all your friends tell you when he ends up as your tutor.

and he is a nerd.

a nerd who likes plants, albeit he sucks at keeping them alive. a nerd who likes romcom movies, the sappy ones that sometimes are so cringe it hurts. a nerd who likes collecting little knick knacks that seemingly have no meaning, but mean the absolute world to him.

but he is also a nerd that oddly makes your heart beat fast and makes you want more.

"can i really?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

"god jungwon," you mutter, "you're such a nerd,"

he tilts his head at this, before one of his hands slides down onto your hip and the other grabs the back of your neck and pulls you in.

and in the dim-lighting of his room he takes your lips, study books forgotten, making you stagger.

and when he pulls away, he grins at your flushed face and wipes off your sticky, strawberry lip gloss from his mouth. he laughs.

"am i now?"

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HOCKEY JOCK　── 　"you think i'm hot?" hockey player!sjy x figure skater!fmr, 0.2k words A/N i have so many ideas so these drabbles quite literally r being written at the speed of light

"CAN I HELP YOU?"

you ask sharply, raising an eyebrow at the boy skating next to you. unlike most times jake's out of his usual uniform and instead in a gray hoodie, black sweats, and a denim jacket.

and though you hate to admit it, he looks good. annoyingly good.

he simply grins at you, shaking his head.

"no," he starts, "just admiring the view," you let out a snort of amusement at his words.

you were used to this: this little back and forth routine that you did with him, "two stars, basic," you deadpan.

"looks like i'll have to up my game then," he answers, "do you have a nickname?"

"oh c'mon please--"

"i was thinking about calling you mine, how about that?" jake laughs almost immediately after, the sound echoing in the empty ice rink

"you really think you can win me over with these cheesy pickup lines sim?"

"why not? it's worked so far,"

"oh god," you mumble, "y'know, just cause you're hot doesn't mean you can get everything you want right?" there's a beat of silence that follows your words before jake seemingly chokes on air, hitting his chest.

and amidst the coughs, he throws you a boyish grin, "so," he says, "i heard you think i'm hot?"

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SHE'S CONFIDENT　── 　she's got my attention, she's confident, oh no no, listen here, lhs x fmr, mentions of drinking, cursing 0.36k words

IT WAS HARD NOT TO NOTICE YOU:

little black dress, kitten heels, saint laurent bag, and strong liquor in your hand as lean against the bar.

and despite the crowd of people surrounding you, heeseung is only focused on you. you're like something he's never seen before, foreign, but so enticing.

but then the music changes, and he watches as you pass your drink off to a random guy, sliding through the crowd dancing without a care.

he doesn't even realize you've seen him until you stop, tilting your head to glance at him, before sending a knowing smile, an invitation. what was he waiting for?

heeseung tries to seem calm, as he slides his way through the sea of people, but as soon as he reaches you he's hit by a wave of your perfume: dior hypnotic poison, and that's when he knows he's hooked.

you grab his arm with no hesitation, pulling him close and dancing. heeseung laughs, he's never experienced anything like this, like you, before.

heeseung places his arms gently on the small of your back and he sees you raise a brow at this. "so what's your name?" you ask.

your voice. heeseung gulps.

"heeseung," he says, "how about you?"

you smile, "yn, don't forget it,"

"how could i?" you throw your head back in laughter.

"you're right, you probably wouldn't" you say, "after all that staring you did i was hoping for something bolder pretty boy," heeseung's breath hitches in his throat, trying to put a smile onto his face.

"were you now?" he asks, his hand sliding to your hips.

"yeah," you reply, "but seems like i'll be left disappointed," heeseung's eyes widen at your bold statement, before his hands move to grasp your chin gently, "careful heeseung," you tease, "it's my first time,"

he shuts you up with his lips meeting yours, and despite your words heeseung thinks you probably lied. there was no way a girl like you, something like a fantasy, had never been approached before.

there was no way, a kiss that felt so good, was somebodies first. and when you pull away, lipstick smeared, heeseung's whole world is spinning and he's dazed.

you smile.

feels so good damn, and i don't know why. i'm addicted, something like a headache. got me twisted, but still i gotta have it

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iMPERiAL SECERT　── 　a mere court musician? no, you're my everything; historical drama au, psh x fmr, forbidden relationship, 0.3k words

YOUR FINGERS DANCE ACROSS STRING,

the notes of your gayageum fill the chamber, each note that you play echoing in the space between you and the emperor.

moonlight spills in through the window, casting a glow on the screen where he, sunghoon, stands—unmoving. watching.

you, a mere musician, in the private chamber of the emperor in the middle of the night.

no one had ever been invited here before. not like this atleast.

it's hard to breathe, with the tension in the air so thick, and your heart pounds, each string that you pluck an unspoken confession to the emperor.

and then, without warning, he moves.

the sound of his steps frighten you and the melody of your song speeds up along with your heart rate. it takes you all of your willpower to continue playing, refusing to look at him.

"you can stop playing now," he says. and though it's an order from the emperor, you don't listen, continuing on with the piece.

"you shouldn't be here," you whisper, barely audible.

"but i'm here, aren't i?" he retorts. sunghoon crouches down to the same level as you, the space that once stood between the two of you diminishing in a second.

you don't look. you can't. you shouldn't.

but then his fingers reach out to gently raise your chin so that your eyes meet his, ripping your focus away from the instrument and ending the song. the intensity in his gaze making your breath catch in your throat.

"your hand is already promised to someone else," you whisper, "this is wrong,"

"and?" he asks, a ghost of a smile on his face, "my heart is promised to you, yn,"

it goes silent between the two of you, only the sound of your bated breaths left echoing through this dangerous silence. you don't dare to answer his confession.

but you both know.

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( APRICITY ) ─── • THE WARMTH OF THE SUN ON A COLD WINTER'S DAY

𝐘𝐒𝐋'𝐒 ⅈ𝕥 ᧁⅈ𝕣𝓁 ! ͏͏͏͏͏͏──── ʏᴀɴ "he who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder and admiration in winter as in winter the stars seem to have rekindled their fires, the moon achieves a fuller triumph, and the heavens wear a look of a more exalted simplicity"