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wolfytae-exe · 9 months ago

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🩵⊹₊ ⋆ first and last love | CHOI BEOMGYU

pairing: bsf!beomgyu x gn!reader

genre: drabble; fluff, my attempt at simple humour and suggestive.

wc: 1.2k

synopsis: you've had more crushes than you've properly fallen in love. why is that? because of the boy you grew up with who seemed to take up the space in your heart—designed for him only.

warnings: beomgyu's so flirty, physical affection, beomgyu has a way with his confession, kisses, neck kisses, reader so whipped over gyu :< beomgyu satoori >//< not proofread :')

a/n: hi cici!! I was 🫧 anon <3 I hope that you're looking after yourself and I hope you enjoy this! I'm so sorry this was late!

"I can feel your heart beating so fast right now, you good?" beomgyu whispers by your ear. his arms were stretched out above you, one hand lingers by your waist with a soft grip.

you shut your eyes for a second, trying to work on slowing down the pulse of your heart but how can you when the proximity between you was too close.

"can you please just get him off?" you plead softly, refusing to move in case toto will start flying away, his talons tangled in your hair.

beomgyu chuckles at your stiff frame, making tutting noises at toto so he would move onto his arm and place his feathered friend on his shoulder.

"toto, you made them nervous." he laughs but you knew it was out of endearment, and his hand's still on your waist, rubbing up and down your side, relaxing your shoulders from the gentle touches.

no matter how many times you've visited beomgyu's family, and toto, he still hasn't warmed up to you—screaming, or always going straight to the top of your head.

"a-anyway, um, what do you want to do today?" you hastily walk over to his bench window, sitting up right and still a little on edge in case his green friend flies off of his shoulder and back onto your crown.

looking out the window your eyes flicker at the way the trees dance in the wind. perhaps going outside wasn't on the agenda for today.

"you want to make out?"

"sorry what?" you were quick to catch those words. and the return of your heart palpitating in your chest has your cheeks furiously heating up from embarrassment.

"I asked if you want to make out with me." beomgyu walks into the corner of the room where toto's cage is, shuffling the cage so he wouldn't be in sight.

you weren't too sure if he was joking or if he just wanted to catch you off guard, but him asking you this question was not on your bingo card. he always had a special place in your heart. perhaps the reason why your crushes never lasted so long because beomgyu was there occupying your mind and your heart.

"earth to ___?" he calls out your name.

you shut your eyes for a long blink and when you open them you see beomgyu sitting beside you with a small pout and a raised brow.

"are you sure?" you ask. your face mirrors his expression as you turn your body towards him.

"yeah, I've been wanting to kiss you for years. I know you're not talking to anyone right now, so please just let me kiss you." he says it so nonchalantly like it wasn't the most bizarre thing to process.

your best friend—who you've loved all your life—wants to kiss you—because he's wanted to do that from who knows how long.

you scoff out a chuckle, fascinated by the way he managed to confess to you in a way you never thought or heard anyone ever confess to you before.

"I'm being serious, ___. I like you a lot, but I really want those pretty lips on mine." he leans a little closer, an estimate of ten centimetres between you as he awaits your confirmation.

"did you know that I've like you all my life, gyu?" you lean back on your hands, planting them into the cushion of the bench while you look up at the man before you with doe eyes.

"if I say yes, can I kiss you then?" he wasn't backing down.

"how do I know you didn't just fake a confession just to get me to kiss you? or for you to lure out my confession for you?" you probe, narrowing your eyes at your best friend. you know how he works, his little tricks and deception to get his way with things. but beomgyu isn't like that with you. you mean too much to him for him to do that to you, surely.

he sighs, facing the ceiling for a split second before scooting closer on the seat, the sides of your thighs touching and his hand cupping the side of your neck away from him.

"if you don't want me to kiss you just tell me to stop," he whispers lowly, and you figured his daegu dialect kicked in. "or you can kiss me back and I'd be the happiest guy in the galaxy."

you giggle at his exaggeration, but your heart starts to pick up again, your chest heaving slightly when beomgyu leans into your neck, delicately placing a kiss to your skin and another to the side of it and so forth.

your fingers find their way to tangle in his dark locks, sighing after every searing kiss, setting afire to the spot under your ear. once he heard your sweet whimper he transitions those gentle kisses to open-mouthed light sucking.

"beomgyu-" you sigh, eyes fluttering shut after he hums with his lips still latched onto your skin, the vibrations sending tingles across your body. "kiss me."

he smiles against your skin, the hold on the side of your neck a little stronger.

"that's my baby." is all you make out from his mumble before he connects his lips with yours.

it was like a dream come true, as cheesy as that is. but you never knew you'd ever be kissing your best friend, let alone asking you to kiss him.

he was gentle with it–you could feel the longing and subtle passion he had for you. a familiar hand settles back on your waist again, this time his fingers subtly slide up and under your top, his calloused finger tips skimming against your skin.

the room was silent, but the ambient noise of the wind making the trees rustle outside was a contrast to both your sighs picking up, getting heavier by the second.

"mph- gyu-" you attempt to speak between his lighter pecks, "I really hope you like me just as much. because I wasn't lying when I said I've liked you all my life."

you both pull away, foreheads resting against each other, chests heaving, lips plump and wanting more.

"I would never lie to you about that. okay perhaps I did a little." he admits.

you push his chest away from you to take a look at him properly, a hint of disgust visible on your face.

"I mean I don't like you, because I love you, ___." beomgyu was quick to explain, not wanting to let go of his hold on you.

you roll your eyes at him, playfully shoving his shoulder and feigning an angered manner. "you really made me think you were just using me to quench your thirst of kisses, beomgyu."

he laughs but wraps his arms around your torso, pulling you into a hug with his face buried in your neck.

"mmh, I'm sorry. I love you, I love you. I swear I was just messing with you for a sec. I really do love you." he confesses again in between light kisses against the other side of your neck. the sensation had your head reeling.

"okay, lover boy." your chortle quickly turns into a breathy whine. "that spot right there."

beomgyu acts upon your bidding, harshly sucking onto the area then delicately licking the spot.

"you didn't say it back." you can feel him pouting against you before he repeats and sucks on a different area that has your breath hitching.

"I love you. I love you. I love you so much, gyu." you relay, eyes still shut from the overwhelming feeling of slight pain from his teeth interfering but also the adrenaline from finally confessing to your first and, most likely, last love.

EEK 🫧ANON IS SMILES REVEALEDDDDD

#cici -> smiles🍮#cici -> 🫧anon #cici’s birthday bash🩵#txt #beomgyu #txt soft hours #txt soft thoughts #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu scenarios #beomgyu soft hours #beomgyu soft thoughts

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dearlyjun · 8 months ago

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APOLOGIZE? ☆ c. beomgyu

☆ PAIRING: jdmbf!beomgyu x reader (f)

☆ GENRE: SMUT (18+ readers only, don’t make me block you!)

☆ SUMMARY: you should know better than to talk to your boyfriend’s racing rival.

☆ WORD COUNT: UNDER 1K

☆ LISTEN TO JDM BF BEOMGYU’S PLAYLIST HERE!

☆ WARNINGS: gendered terms are kind of used (pretty girl), fingering, sex in car, semi public sex (car meet), orgasm denial, making out, semi clothed sex, beomgyu is kinda mean and cocky, yeonjun is mentioned as a rival, reader can possibly be perceived as being thick, beomgyu drives a wrx, punishment turns reader on, a little bit of clitoral stimulation, uhhhh think that is all folks.

☆ AUTHORS NOTE: this was supposed to be posted for @wolfytae-exe ‘s bday bash event and I apologize for being literal eons late to the game. erm yeah shit and mental breakdowns happen but we are so back!! this is kind of cut to the chase to keep this as a “drabble” because me being a yapper I can make this into a 3K word fic if I don’t.

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“I think you should apologize.” Beomgyu spoke, breaking the silence between the both of you as you made out in the back seat of his WRX.

“For?” You glanced around at the people that were walking around outside the vicinity of the car right now; being right in the middle of a car meet.

Beomgyu quickly turned your chin to look back at him. “For talking to that guy. Yeonjun or whatever his name is. You know you belong to me.”

You thought he was joking until you saw the dark look in his eyes.

“Gyu, he asked me about your car.” You whined, kissing him again.

“I don’t care what he asked.” You suddenly felt him aggressively hike up your skirt that you were wearing. “It pissed me off. You should know better.”

A noise slipped out of your mouth as he did so and you tried to turn away so he wouldn’t hear. Too late.

Beomgyu quickly turned your chin to face him again. “That turn you on? Getting fucked in the backseat of my car?”

You hummed in response; Beomgyu making you sit up slightly so he could pull the fabric of your underwear away from your cunt.

A loud car engine pulled you out of your trance and you turned your head to the right to see what was going on. People everywhere; blissfully unaware that you were about to get the fuck of your life in the car that they stood 10 feet away from.

“Keep your eyes on me.” Beomgyu’s lips brushed your jaw. “Don’t you dare look away.”

All of a sudden, two fingers entered your practically dripping core; making your mouth fall open. “Fuck….”

“This from me, or him?” Beomgyu glared at you, waiting for an answer.

“You, all you.” You spoke, grinding into Beomgyu’s hand.

He pulled back in response to you, making you let out a groan in frustration.

“Did you forget what I said?” Beomgyu spoke up; his face mere centimeters from yours.

You simply just looked at him, not having any thought as to what on earth he was talking about.

“Tell me you’re sorry, and you get to cum.” His words were threatening. “Until then, you’re not getting shit.”

Ouch.

Beomgyu moved to unbutton his jeans, slipping them down along with his underwear; just enough to release his cock. Your mouth was practically watering at the sight of him; dying to have him against your tongue.

“Show me how good you can follow directions.” Beomgyu’s deep voice pulled you out of the trance. “Fuck my cock, pretty girl.”

Your heart swelled at the use of his nickname that he used for you; proving that he wasn’t totally completely pissed at you. Beomgyu knew that he had something over you that Yeonjun didn’t.

Almost feeling too eager, you hovered over Beomgyu’s lap and allowed him to line himself up with your entrance. His fingers dug into the meaty flesh of your hips as you sunk down onto him; definitely relishing in the pleasure just as much as you were.

“Fuck! Gyu….” You winced, for some reason the angle hitting the most sensitive spots inside of you.

“Yeah…tell me…” Beomgyu sighed, his gaze falling to where his cock was disappearing inside of you. He somehow knew you weren’t going to last long.

Suddenly his hands gripped your thighs, and moved up to your hips to slam down onto his lap harder than you already were.

You practically choked on your moans, leaning your head back as you held onto Beomgyu’s hands that gripped you.

“Something that you want to say?” Beomgyu’s face was close to yours again, and he pressed soft kisses to your jaw as your walls were clenching around him. He knew it was your weakness.

You whimpered. “Fuck. Yes. I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

“Hmm? Say it again?” With one of his hands he pressed his middle and index finger against your clit.

You leaned forwards into his chest. “Yes I’m sorry. I’m fucking….sorry.” You were nearly trembling, your body begging for a release.

“There it is.” You couldn’t see, but you knew he had a cocky smirk on his face. Beomgyu’s hands guided you to continue to bounce on his cock. “All it fucking took. Go ahead, cum for me.”

He wasn’t kidding, that really was all that it took; an apology. However, you’d talk to Beomgyu’s rivals more often if this is how it would end.

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wolfytae-exe · 9 months ago

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:( this is so sweet

Hi lia!

I wanted to thank you for wanting to join the birthday event! Can’t wait to see what you create!

Xoxo,

Angie

hehe i’m looking forward to it!!! i really hope it takes off >< everyone drop everything and join this event or i’ll cry

#lia🍁#lia.talks #lia.loveletters 💌#📥: angie!!#cici is rambling again #cici’s birthday bash🩵

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doodlebun · 8 months ago

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Will you throw cici a birthday party? Her special day is incoming. Does t2 have a birthday btw? Can i celebrate world's first bpd rat's birthday

does chat think cici has earned a birthday bash? cast your votes (in all seriousness i’m thinking of doing some sort of eitsaversary stuff for the week in june when it started up :))

t2…im not sure. you could call his birthday the upload date of the first comic he appeared in? (not going back and looking bc im a lazy ass

#eox #eits #not art #ask

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iyeonjuni · 2 years ago

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY 👹👹👹👺👺👺👺👺👺👺👺 i alr said it to u at the ripe ripe time of 12am but wtv 😋😋😋😋

EEE NADIA THANK YOU THANK YOUUU !! LITERALLY THE DC MSG MADE ME :(( I HOPE U HAVE AN AMAZING DAY

#* iask #* imessage: nadia 🌰#yjwfav #* cici’s birthday bash!!

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luvervinyl · 4 years ago

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happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear viv, happy birthday to you!!

happy birthday my love!!!!! mwah mwah! sending love and hugs with a big kiss on the cheek for you!!!

AISJJWUSIS THANK YOU CICI I LOVE YOUUUU

#Vivs birthday bash #cici❤️#answered

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mysweetestcreature · 5 years ago

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Tomorrow Never Knows (President!Harry) Chapter 4: Yesterday

(Banner by the wonderful noblewomankat!)

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Masterlist

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Friday, October 3, 2008

There are a few outstanding moments in his life that Harry can recall having screwed up beyond belief.

The first time was when he was four years old and had let Gemma’s hamster, Crumb, out of her cage because he thought she needed some fresh air and the wide-open space of their backyard back in Holmes Chapel. Just hear him out for a second! For months he had been training her to do tricks, like how to jump over his Legos and even how to play dead (she was really good at that one). So, of course he thought she could handle herself outside! His sister had arrived home from tennis practice just in time to see the defenseless Crumb be snatched from the ground by an unforgiving hawk.

The second time had been when he was eleven and he had spoiled his nan’s surprise party despite his mum having specifically instructed him to shut his mouth about it. Preparation had started well over seven weeks ago, with family coming from all over England to celebrate her sixtieth birthday bash. His job was to run around and help her run errands while everyone set up for the party back at the house. It had started off fine, really! They had gone to the farmer’s market in Sandbach to get the freshest ingredients for Nan’s special eggplant parmesan that she was going to make that night for a mini celebration. And maybe –– just maybe, since he can’t quite remember the exact event –– he had said something along the lines of “I dunno why you’re cooking when Mum’s already having food catered for the part” as she was sorting through tomatoes for the ripest ones. (Although, he’ll be the first to defend himself and say that leaving him in charge of distracting his nan was just a disaster waiting to happen... so, maybe that one wasn’t entirely his fault.)

Finally, and quite possibly the absolute worst of them all is right now. He feels completely paralyzed. A pair of sticky glossed lips pressed firmly to his, and the cheers of the crowd on their post-game high roar through his ears, and yet he can’t distinguish a single sound. Arms limp at his side, his football helmet hanging only by the tip of his pinky finger. For a moment, it’s like he doesn’t know where he is. If it weren’t for the screech of a clarinet’s tune gone wrong from the sidelines, he would have remained in such a comatose state.

When his mind finally decides to cooperate with him, he’s able to blink his way back to reality, and with it is shoved back to how awfully wrong this all feels. Looking immediately in front of him, it all becomes that more real. Everything comes back to him, and it’s like all these senses flood into his consciousness. It all makes him feel woozy. His helmet falls to the ground, and he fights off the arms that insist on keeping him in their grasp until he’s free and his lips feel relief in the exposure of cool air. Like touching fire, he recoils, taking a huge leap back.

“Zoey,” he says so exasperatingly with his hands flying up to his head and running through his hair, “I... I’m not...” How is he supposed put this in a way she’ll understand? Without sounding like a complete arse? “I don’t-” But his jaw becomes slack as he’s brought to an abrupt halt when he catches glimpse of the pink and grey checkered scrunchie briskly making her way in the opposite direction. No! This was not meant to happen, or if it were to have gone his way, it would’ve been her stood before him instead.

Harry had it all planned out. The best game of his life had just been played, and it wasn’t for the glory or the bragging rights or even to make Coach Davis crack his first smile in over twenty-two years. It was meant to give him the confidence to finally tell the girl that he’s completely fallen for that she’s all he ever thinks about since the moment she’d almost knocked him over on that first day of school.

“Wait!” he yells after her, dodging yet another one of the redhead’s persistent attempts to bring him back in. He ignores all those who call his name, doesn’t even apologize for having accidentally bumped his left shoulder pad into a school reporter’s back. Her image is quickly lost, and he starts to grow more nervous because he can feel her getting farther away and all hope of catching up to her seems to be slowing vanish. All he can do is repeat her name over and over and count on her hearing him and turning right around.

But she doesn’t.

Once he’s able to escape the congested field, it’s like she’s completely vanished. She’s nowhere in sight. He looks all around, spinning in a complete circle just to find her amongst the hundreds of people in attendance, but none of them are her.

***

“Y/n...” Cici tries, turning to her in the back of her mom’s SUV. “Are you... I mean, do you want to talk about it?”

Y/n continues to stare intently out the window, only letting out a breath once the lights of the school fade away. She wipes along her lower lash line before slowly shaking her head. No order of words can be used to describe how she feels right now. This feeling is so unfamiliar and such a burden to carry in her chest. It makes her feel tired and hurt and hysterical all at the same time.

“There’s nothing to say,” she whispers, her voice cracking mid-sentence. She shuts her eyes tight, trying to appease the sting behind her irises before she completely loses control over the reign on her emotions.

But that awful image seems to be permanently embedded behind her eyelids like the most frightening of nightmares. No matter how hard she tries, it’s as though nothing can erase the memory. Seeing him with someone else –– it doesn’t even matter who it was –– was like having the rug taken from under her feet only to let her fall without sight of where she’ll land. Just having stood there, watching as he had just let her kiss him so easily had been too much for her to watch. And maybe it’s because that could’ve been her in Zoey’s place had she told him sooner that she’s been having these feelings for him that don’t seem likely to fade as much as she wants them to.

“Well how was the game, girls? I heard at the PTA meeting that the new quarterback is supposed to be the best Ashwood has seen in a long, long time.” Cici’s mom, Mrs. Fenderson, peeks at them through the rear-view mirror. She hadn’t been able to attend due to her son having just had his wisdom teeth taken out not even five hours ago. Cici tries to sign to her to stop, waving her hand back and forth below her chin.

Breathing deeply in through her nose, Y/n exhales in a sad chuckle before meeting the older woman’s eyes in the mirror. A weak smile decorates her otherwise saddened face. “He was great. Really, really great.”

***

It’s only when Olivia opens up the front door after having heard the Fenderson’s car park in the driveway that Y/n launches herself into her mom’s arms. At first, she’s taken aback, almost losing her balance and toppling over.

Y/n cries uncontrollably into Liv’s nightshirt with incoherent mumbling in between each choked out sob. And it only takes the mention of his name to catch Liv up to speed on the who ordeal. Mother’s intuition just knows, and like magic, she’s already equipped with the right things to say and the right things to do to make the sting in her daughter hurt just a little less, even if it is for a just a little while. This is one thing that all parents have to be prepared for. It’s one thing for your child to fall in love, but a broken heart is a whole new ballgame.

“Oh, my girl,” she coos, stroking the back of her head and gently massaging her scalp with her rounded nails. “I know it hurts, so you cry as long as you need to.” The same things that her mother had spoken to her during her first heartbreak are now being reiterated to her own daughter. If there’s one thing she can remember from her own childhood, it’s how much these feelings can hurt, especially when the heart is genuine and lost. And she continues the string of comforting words into the shell of her ear as they stand clinging to each other in the middle of the foyer.

“I was gonna...I was gonna tell him tonight.” Y/n pulls back slightly, just enough for Olivia to get a good look at her face lined with tears. And they just continue to fall. “Mom, I was gonna tell him!”

Liv hushes her, simply nodding her head and bringing her back into her embrace. “Maybe...” she trails off, biting her on her bottom lip as she tries to carefully organize her thoughts. “Maybe it’s just not the right time for the two of you.”

“Or maybe we’re just not meant to be anything more than friends,” the younger girl sniffles, burying her face in her hands. Her shoulders begin to shake uncontrollably.

Just then, Jeremy’s heavy footsteps sound from the top of the stairs, a desperately concerned expression stamped onto his features as he looks to his wife. He had just tucked Mason in for the night after having read the little boy three bedtime stories when he heard his daughter’s tragic cries from downstairs. If there’s one thing in this world that he can’t take –– aside from when his fantasy football league does shockingly bad –– it’s when his children cry, and there’s nothing he can do to make it better. It makes him feel so inadequate that he can’t protect his own daughter from all this.

Olivia holds up her hand to stop him from descending from the remaining steps and mouths for him to go back to the bedroom. She knows well that he’ll probably say something like how he’ll hunt down the bastard that made his little girl cry, and that’s just not what Y/n needs at this moment.

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Saturday, October 4, 2008

From: Harry

Hey, I missed you after the game...

From: Harry

I asked Maxxie where you went, but he said you weren’t feeling well

From: Harry

Are you okay? I can bring some soup over if you’d like :( I know how much like chicken noodle :)

From: Harry

That thing with Zoey...it wasn’t what it looked like. I promise.

From: Harry

Are we okay? I know we were supposed to talk about something last night

From: Harry

Y/n, please say something...

From: Harry

Please just let me know you’re okay

The cellphone falls from her fingers and onto the floor. She pulls the blanket up to her chin and stares at the phone as it continues to light up in alert of new incoming messages. He’s been sending her texts all morning, but she can’t find it in her to reply to any of them. There had been instances where she had typed out a response, but just as quickly as she had formed it, would she delete each character. A simple and quick “I’m fine” had caused her such distress that she couldn’t help but press down on the red end button. Every time she thinks she’ll press send, it’s like there’s something stopping her. It’s the part of her that doesn’t want to give in because she knows it’ll just be harder to talk to him without that image of him and Zoey coming back to memory. There’s this question that persists in her mind, and it’s been driving her crazy since she woke up. Is she allowed to feel so upset when there might have never been anything deeper between them?

Say the answer to the question is no, how is she meant to pretend like everything about her is more than an ‘okay’? Just because they were never anything more than friends does not mean she’s allowed to feel any less hurt.

The rest of her feels numb inside, even though her eyes sting from having shed multiple tears throughout the night. Cici had tried to call her a few times, but she had sent the call straight to voicemail. She’ll reach out to them once she can talk about it without her bottom lip quivering before a single word is uttered out.

A scuffle of small footsteps behind her door distracts her from her thoughts. The shadow of figures appears in the crack that separates carpet and door. “But Daddy! These are my cookies!” Y/n smiles at the whiny voice of her brother.

“What happened to being a good sharer? And don’t think I haven’t found your little stash in the toy chest,” the second voice, her dad, says firmly. “Besides, your sister is a stress baker, so she’ll probably make you more if you ask nicely.”

“More peanut butter chocolate chip?”

“You know it.”

Suddenly, the door bursts open and bounces off the stomper from the force. “Y/n?” Mason calls, peeking his head in. “Are you awake?”

She can’t help but chuckle softy. “Yeah, Mase. I’m up.” She pulls the sheets down to prove it to him.

Her little brother gives her a toothy grin before he runs over and squirms his way into her bed. Something is clutched tightly in his small fists, and his unwillingness to release it prods her to help him up onto the mattress.

When he’s sat comfortably next to her, he holds his baggie up to her, his rounded eyes looking at her so happily. Another gentle giggle sounds from her, and she graciously takes it from him.

“Are these for me?” she teases, pushing the bangs away from his eyes.

“Mhm!” he hums, crawling closer until he too is buried under her heavy blanket, his head nudging her into her side. “Daddy said you were sad, and I don’t like it when you’re sad.”

She glances down only to find him pouting at her. He’s always been the sweetest whenever she’s had a rough day. Like when she’d sprained her ankle after a cheerleading accident a few years ago, he’d been there to cuddle with her and watch all the romantic comedies that looped on TBS and feast upon a few pints of Ben and Jerry’s Chunky Monkey. Or even a few weeks ago when she’d had the biggest headache and he’d offered to take a nap with her on the couch. “Hey.” She lifts him up and places him in her lap and squeezing lightly on his nose. “I’m feeling a lot better now that you’re here.”

Mason gasps excitedly. “Really?”

“So much better,” she confirms with a nod of the head. Even if it is just for that moment, she’s able to forget about all that’s troubling her.

“Does that mean we can we watch...13 going on...on...” His brows furrow as he tries to remember.

“30,” Y/n giggles. Reaching for the remote on her bedside table, she flicks the television on. The little boy cheers, taking the Ziplock from her and helping himself to one of her delicious peanut butter chocolate chip cookies. She looks at him knowingly. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Um...oh!” He bounces up onto his feet and shouts towards the door. “Daddy! I forgot the milk!”

***

“How do I tell a girl that I like her?”

Harry stands, looking so unsure of himself, in front of her recliner where Gemma sits, not even able to look up as he stares down at his sock-clad feet. All morning he’d tried to get a hold of her, but each time he had sent a text and received nothing back, he grew more and more anxious about all the things that had happened within the last twelve or so hours –– he stopped counting after sending the eighteenth message because now he’s just starting to annoy himself.

“Being honest with her is always a start,” she responds, shutting the book she’d been reading and placing it on the table. “What’s her name?”

Sighing, he plops down on the couch, his eyes focusing on nothing but the ceiling. “Y/n.”

“Was she the one you were snogging at the game?”

“No,” he says. He turns on his side, tucking his hand under the decorative pillow. “And that’s probably why she won’t answer any of my texts.”

Had he just pushed Zoey away as soon as she had come on to him, maybe this wouldn’t be happening. Y/n was going to tell him something, and now he realizes that he might have just blown his chance.

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Tuesday, October 7, 2008

“Are you sure you want to go today? I can call the office and say you’re highly contagious and need to be put in isolation,” Jeremy suggests as they park outside the school’s entrance.

This manages to make her smile. “I have an Algebra test after lunch, but I’ll hold on to that offer,” she smirks. After the weekend, she was able to somewhat clear her head and come to terms with the truth. It sucks, that’s a given, but the sooner she accepts it, the sooner this ugly feeling can go away. After spending the rest of her Saturday watching movies with Mason, followed by helping her dad make a birthday dinner for her mom –– thank goodness she had bought her present months in advance –– and slowly did she start to keep all thoughts of Harry shoved into the back of her mind.

Besides, she had already stayed home yesterday.

Jeremy places a hand on her shoulder, his eyes still showing worry as he studies her. The last few days had been rough for the entire household, and not to make it about him, but he had somehow become both her and Mason’s personal butler. (He won’t even get into how the little boy had tricked him into buying both pizza and tacos on Saturday night when it had been Jeremy’s turn to pick dinner. Definitely gets it from his wife’s side of the family.) “You’re sure?” Y/n nods, but something in him refuses to let go. “I can work from home today to keep you company. You know how those college interns always stress me out with all that entitled talk.”

“Dad,” she warns. His lips purse to the side, and he falls back in his seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel. Obviously, she can’t allow for this to affect her schooling, especially since Mrs. Phillips makes it nearly impossible to make up a test, no matter how many mocha macarons she leaves on her desk! Although, it’s incredibly sweet of her dad to let her skip another day of class in favor of staying home with him and most likely ordering Chinese from Jade Garden. “If I want to go home, I’ll call you. Kay?”

A few seconds pass and more cars begin to queue behind them before he forcibly agrees and unlocks the door. He really is easy to convince. She smiles and leans over and kisses him on the cheek.

“Promise you’ll let me know if you’re not up to it?”

Opening the car door and hopping out, she turns back. “I promise.”

***

“Now remember what I told you,” Gemma tells him as they park behind the car ahead of them. Usually it’s Anne that drops him off, but his older sister had basically lifted him into her car (he didn’t even she was so strong) and buckled him up herself. “And don’t be dramatic about it, yeah? That’s why movies last so long, because no one can ever spit a bloody thing out!”

“I heard you the first twenty times,” Harry sighs, playing with straps of his bag. They’ve probably rehearsed everything he’s going to say to her over a hundred times already, and that’s not even an exaggeration. In fact, now he’s afraid that when he talks to her it’s going to sound completely scripted and she’ll probably think he’s mocking her.

Gemma whacks up upside the head. “Don’t use that tone with me, not after I listened to you go on and on about how cute you think Y/n’s nose is.”

“Say it louder, I don’t think she can hear you.”

She ignores him, and squints as students appear in bulks by the steps. “Okay, so which one is she?”

***

All anyone is talking about is the victory against Pleasant Valley, as well as added gossip pertaining to what had happened after. It’s like everyone wants her to be fragile in front of the whole school, and it’s a bit tempting for her right now if she’s being honest. She does her best to avoid listening, really, she does! But no matter how high she turns the volume up on her iPod –– it’s okay, she loves David Archuleta –– she can still hear his name being followed by someone she had once considered to be a friend.

“Are you sure you should be here?” Maxxie presses, pulling her left earbud out. “I mean, you’ve already finished your test. Why don’t you just go home? Relax! Take a nap! You know, that sounds like a fabulous idea!”

“You’re starting to sound like my dad,” Y/n arches her brow. “And just like I told him, I’m fine.” The day’s almost over and she’s succeeded in avoiding him. It started with Mr. Noone cancelling class due to a family emergency, so she was able to hideout in the courtyard behind the big oak tree. Next, she had purposely gone to Algebra a minute before the bell and finished the test in about thirty minutes (don’t worry, she’s almost positive that got everything right). During lunch, she had decided to hide in the Home Economics room, which wasn’t all too bad since she was able to finish spreading the chocolate on top of the eclairs (usually she has to come back after dismissal to do it). But she knows she can’t play this game forever.

Maxxie clicks his teeth together, all thoughts of going to Geometry forgotten as he follows closely behind her. “But think about it!” He pulls on her arm to turn her around. “Class?” He holds his hand, palm up. “Nap?” The other hand does the same. “Class?” He shakes his head. “Nap?” He nods. The scale fluctuates for a bit, until he ultimately decides which one has more power over the other. “I think the choice is pretty obvious here.”

“I changed my mind,” she says airily, and he smiles brightly thinking about how Cici won’t yell at him now that he’s convinced her to skip her last class with Harry. They had made a plan to keep the two apart until they’re sure Y/n is okay. “You’re way worse than my dad.”

His grin quickly loses its cheer as she walks past him and walks into Señora Gustavo’s room without hesitation.

“Cici’s gonna chop my balls off,” he whimpers, covering his vulnerable self.

***

“I like you.” He keeps repeating it under his breath. He just wishes he’ll be able to say it once she’s in front of him because he doesn’t know if he can take much more of this.

When she walks in, he’s ecstatic. It’s been three whole days since he’s last talked to her, and as she approaches her seat, he can feel his heart thud faster and faster. Right now, it’s a no brainer, he needs to take his sister’s advice and not chicken out because he’s sure if he waits any longer, she’ll probably think he’s not interested. Which in his head, might be the absolute worst thing that can happen because he’s practically bursting feeling the exact opposite. If he were a little more courageous, he would’ve shouted the contents of his heart when he had seen her this morning at her locker.

“Hoy quiero que hables sólo en español por favor,” Señora Gustavo says cheerily. The rest of the class groans, pulling out their notes. “A partir de aquí, no se permite inglés.”

“For fuck’s sake...” he grumbles, his hand comes and slaps over his eyes. Great, because he totally prepared this speech in Spanish. It’s like the world is conspiring against him, he’s sure of it! He glances at her, and briefly do their eyes meet before she quickly looks away. Flipping through his notes, he looks for something that may guide him in this situation.

“Uh, Y/n?” He slowly reaches for her hand. “Necesito decirte algo muy importante.”

She tucks her lips between her teeth. He squeezes her hand, and before she can stop herself, she faces him. Almost instantly, it becomes too much. Just looking into his seafoam green eyes that stare back at her the way he always does when they’re together makes her weak at the knees. Except this time, it’s different. All she feels is the constriction in her chest. “¿Qué?” she replies quietly. “Dilo ya por favor.”

“Sobre ese tiempo en tu...” He quickly peeks at his notes about parts a house. Fuck. What’s the damn word for living room? Of all the days for their teacher to have them practice their conversational skills, it just had to be when he has to do this. “...en tu sala de estar. Yo quería-”

“Creo que deberíamos olvidarlo.”

“W-What?” he stutters, and she looks away. Why would she want them to forget about it? “Y/n, I’m trying to tell you that-”

“Ah, ah, ah,” Señora tuts from her desk. She gives him a warning look and points to instructions on the whiteboard where she had written today’s rule. “No inglés.”

Y/n thinks she might end up hating herself for this, but she needs to stop this before she hurts ever more. If she can tell him that, then maybe she’ll start believing it and move on from all this. “Fue un error.”

It was a mistake.

Harry lets go of her hand, turning back in his chair to face the front of the room. His head is spinning, and he thinks he might not have heard her correctly. “¿Es eso lo que ibas a decirme? ¿El viernes?” But she doesn’t respond, just continues to avert her eyes from his. “Dime...” it’s barely above a whisper because he might not want to hear it. He’s afraid of hearing it.

“Lo siento.”

***

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R1CH

kpop legends R1CH. Been around for 15+ years and all well into their 30s now but still putting out hit after hit. They mainly stick to funk and hip house, but they've done everything from (very questionable) gangsta rap to power ballads.

Members: CiCi (ex-leader), Yeona, Lion (leader), Haeun (maknae)

Fandom name: Famous

Stage Name: CiCi Birth Name: Cecilia Yeung Position: Main Vocal, Original Leader (passed on to Lion in the mid-00s) Birthday: 1982 Zodiac: Capricorn Height: 178cm Weight: 52kg Blood Type: A Favourite Colour: Red Favourite Food: Mapo dofu, kimchi jjigae Least Favourite Food: White chocolate Hobbies: Watching musicals, clothes shopping, singing

CiCi Facts: - From Hong Kong. Moved to Seoul in 1997 to debut, now spends her time between the two cities. - Nowadays almost more famous as an actress than as a singer, but she enjoys singing more than acting. - OWNS the colour red. Likes red everything and anything. Her red and black Bugatti Veyron, which she bought after a role as a femme fatale race car driver, is a famous sight in Seoul. - Very popular model for fashion brands due to her unbelievable figure and sophisticated fashion sense. - Although she is the oldest and the original leader, she’s a bit too easygoing, and voluntarily gave up the position to Lion, who is a natural-born leader, once they were all legal adults. - Nicknamed “Empress CiCi” for her elegant appearance and many roles in period dramas. - Ideal type at debut: someone cool and strong. Ideal type now: someone gentle and independent.

BEHIND THE SCENES DATA: - Faced a lot of backlash at debut due to her nationality, to the point where she wouldn’t speak much or at all on variety shows. This led to her being seen as cold and snobbish, which got her even more hate. She leant into it with a “princess disease” vain concept as she got older, and as her curves filled out and her features settled in, the more people started to simply agree with her. - The only member who hasn’t had any work done on her face, but she has had her boobs done. - Not particularly interested in dating, especially seeing what her members have gone through. It’s not that she doesn’t find anyone attractive, it’s just that it doesn’t seem worthwhile.

Stage Name: Yeona Birth Name: Moon Yeo Na Position: Visual, Vocalist Birthday: 1982 Zodiac: Sagittarius Height: 162cm Weight: 51kg Blood Type: O Favourite Colour: Indigo Favourite Food: Anything low calorie (actually, anything high calorie) Least Favourite Food: Anything high calorie (actually, anything low calorie) Hobbies: Annoying the other members, shopping, makeup

Yeona Facts: - Variety goddess, always on TV making jokes and teasing hoobaes. - Very open about how much cosmetic surgery she’s had done, which is a lot. - Totally shameless. - Notorious for showing off her luxury goods hauls on social media to the point it annoys some fans. - Famous for her honey thighs, which she says she used to hate but now considers her best feature. - Joked that she has only ever dated men only because she would probably get jealous if her girlfriend was prettier than her. - Ideal type at debut: someone charming and protective. Ideal type now: someone who laughs easily.

BEHIND THE SCENES DATA: - Infamous yoyo dieter, was a little chubby at debut and got bashed quite badly for it which inspired her first crash diet and her first round of cosmetic surgery. - Her face has pretty much changed entirely from debut, but she’s sworn off any more major procedures and now only sticks to botox and dissolvable fillers. - Still wants to get married, but as she doesn’t want children or to give up her career as most men would demand her to, she has been thinking more and more seriously about dating women. - Aware that the other members have much bigger/higher-paying gigs than her even though she’s the one who appears on TV the most, and is a little jealous of it. However, she enjoys doing variety and especially likes spending time with other idols who she likes mentoring and helping out. - Producer of DTSY/Moon Bunny Girls, though she’s fairly hands-off now that they’ve debuted. She still considers them her pride and joy, however.

Stage Name: Saja/Lion (think like Bi/Rain) Birth Name: Kang Mi Ja Position: Leader, Main Rapper, Composer Birthday: 1983 Zodiac: Leo Height: 158cm Weight: 43kg Blood Type: AB Favourite Colour: Highlighter yellow Favourite Food: Doesn’t really have one Least Favourite Food: Doesn’t really have one Hobbies: Composing, getting into scandals, makeup, dancing

Lion Facts: - The most popular solo artist in SK. Known to disrupt promotions for other groups just by posting comeback hints online, as every single solo she’s come out with has been a smash hit. - As she debuted very young, she used to have a sweet and cute image, but even as a 14 year old she was very outspoken and a troublemaker, so the company eventually relented and let her be herself. - She was often made fun of for her small and boyish figure, so in 2005 she got breast implants. She was then called a slut and plastic for them, so in 2010 she had them done again and much bigger, and wrote her first solo, the bassy hip-house bitch track “Top Heavy” about them. - Has been in quite a few drug-related scandals, often weed or MDMA. Wrote a song about a mushroom trip she went on while in The Netherlands and it stayed at the top of the charts for 3 months. - Although she performs mostly hip-hop for her own solos, she’s also a talented ballad composer and has written for many TV and movie soundtracks. - Feminist and aggressive about it. R1CH was banned from broadcast on a certain channel for over 3 years in the late 2000s due to her getting into a physical altercation with a high-up male staff member who was sexually harassing a member of another girl group, and to this day she’s still painted as a psycho violent man-hater by misogynists even though her side of the story has been proven true. - The violent part is not far off, though, as R1CH were once infamous for fighting, both within the group and with others, and almost all instigated by Lion. They have calmed down now they are in their 30s, but they still have a bit of a “gangdol” image, and Lion most of all. - Openly bisexual and a supporter of LGBT rights, has had multiple dating scandals with men and women which often come out at the same time the government is trying to cover something up. - Ideal type at debut: doesn’t have one. Ideal type now: someone warm-hearted and playful.

BEHIND THE SCENES DATA: -So popular she genuinely cannot hide anything. F

Stage Name: Haesun Birth Name: Kim Hae Sun Position: Maknae, Main Dancer Birthday: 1985 Zodiac: Scorpio Height: 166cm Weight: 46kg Blood Type: O Favourite Colour: White, baby pink Favourite Food: Daifuku, macarons Least Favourite Food: Spicy food Hobbies: Dancing, acting, cooking

Haesun Facts: - Unlike Lion, has kept her “innocent cutie” image from debut because she likes it. - Has modelled for virtually every high-end makeup brand there is. - Famous for her round face and thick aegyosal which lends to her forever-babyfaced appearance. - Gets in dating scandals fairly often, but due to her innocent image and the easy way she denies anything current but is quick to brush over past scandals as being “blown out of proportion”, they never stick and people tend to forget about them fairly quickly. - Ideal type at debut: a handsome prince. Ideal type now: a handsome prince who is quiet and shy.

BEHIND THE SCENES DATA: - Actually a total pervert, even more than Lion. Longest relationship to date was with a Taiwanese billionaire she met at an opening gala for one of CiCi’s movies, but it only lasted a year and a half before she broke up with him, much to the dismay of her hardcore fans who want her to settle down. - VERY kinky, shocked fans in the late 00s with a solo stage during a concert which involved her walking one shirtless man like a dog and sitting on another. Doesn’t show that side of her personality very much these days, but it still comes up now and then if she pushes the cuteness too much. - Doesn’t trust men in general due to her experiences in the entertainment industry from a young age, and thus only really dates younger and submissive men, or wealthy men she can use for their money. - Genuinely a very good cook and has thought about opening her own restaurant when her idol life is over, which she thought would be about 10 years ago but R1CH are still as popular as ever, so...

#group: R1CH #c: CiCi #c: Yeona #c: Lion #c: Haesun #profile

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