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Discover Toronto Downtown - College Street to Yonge Dundas Square Walk in 4K
Join me on a vibrant walking tour through the heart of Torontoâs downtown, starting from the lively College Street and ending at the bustling Yonge-Dundas Square!
Experience the energy and diverse atmosphere of this iconic city as we pass by beautiful landmarks, unique local shops, and the dynamic streets of Toronto.
Whether you're a local or a tourist, this 4K vlog captures the true essence of Torontoâs city life in stunning detail. Immerse yourself in the sights and sounds of downtown as we explore one of Canadaâs most famous urban hubs.
Feel the excitement of Yonge-Dundas Square, often referred to as Torontoâs version of Times Square, where locals and visitors gather for events, music, and a true taste of city living.
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Ultimate Travel Guide to Canada: Everything You Need to Know
Canada, the second-largest country in the world, is a land of vast natural beauty, diverse cities, and welcoming people. Whether youâre looking to explore bustling metropolises, pristine wilderness, or historical landmarks, Canada has something for every traveler. Below is a comprehensive guide to help you plan your visit. Brief History of Canada Canadaâs history is deeply tied to itsâŚ
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Canadaâs cities and towns offer travellers a diverse choice of experiences, from chic, cosmopolitan centres to mountain resorts and maritime cities. In the heart of the country is Toronto, Canadaâs biggest city and the highlight of Canadaâs arts and cultural scene. Nearby, Niagara Falls is a must-see attraction for visitors to Canada that never disappoints.Â
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Best Places to Travel in Canada
Canada is a vast country with diverse landscapes and cultures. From coast to coast, it's a traveler's dream. Exploring Canada offers something for everyone. Imagine towering mountains, serene lakes, vibrant cities, and charming villages. Whether you seek adventure, history, or relaxation, Canada delivers. Picture yourself wandering through bustling markets, hiking scenic trails, or savoring local cuisine. Each province has its unique charm, making it tough to choose just one destination. The best places to travel in Canada's natural beauty is breathtaking, and the cultural experiences are rich. Ready to discover the best places to travel in Canada? Let's dive into some must-visit spots that will leave you in awe. Your Canadian adventure awaits!.
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I want to be rich enough to afford my own business, then live off that so I don't have to work for anyone else and can make my job meet my own needs/comfort that other jobs cannot. getting and keeping a job as an neurodivergent and/or disabled person in a neurotypical and ableist society is so frustrating and overwhelming. they refuse to meet your needs, accommodate you, blame you for your struggles, and are hardly ever accepting, because you're a "burden" to them and don't meet their ridiculous expectations so you get rejected or fired! the only choice is to do it yourself!!!!! but even starting/running businesses seems to be greatly gatekept by them too đ
one problem is that it seems only people who are already rich can start their own physical business, in this world today. only people who don't really need to work because they're born into money can make money off their own work. then they call it hard work and pulling their boot straps or whatever đ so they just hire others to do all the work for them and take most the profits. then tah-dah, they have a successful business and only had to tell some people what to do and let them all do the rest for them. I can't afford anything that goes into my own business, especially the physical shop and hired help. my living situation makes it difficult to work from home because I live in a walk-in closet sized room with the entirety of my belongings squished into the small space. i'm trying my best to make things to cell (currently stickers, art prints, 3d anime/video game figures, etc) but it's so difficult and stressful.
or alternatively, get lucky, or have social skills and spoons, to get popular enough online so you can start online first or even full time. you usually have to be super social and interesting online to gain a following who supports you and becomes your fan. not everyone is lucky to have an enticing personality (I barely have one at all đ) and the spoons to consistently keep up with the demand to keep people interested and continuously supportive. most people online treat it all as a competition and won't help others. they refuse to share your stuff or give advice or work together. they just care about themselves and their business.
the only real advice I got is "be consistent," which i'm sure any chronically ill, disabled, or ND person knows that's basically impossible. some days are good, some weeks are horrible and you can't do anything. that's why i'd work better with a team of others so we can fill each others gaps and stay seemingly consistent, if that makes sense. if there's multiple of us, at least one of us should have the spoons to keep things going! right???? but most online businesses are single-person run and they don't want to share and split anything, even if it's just a small collab for fun (I experienced first hand how gross fellow creaters can be to each other because they treat it as a competition instead of a collab and opportunity to enjoy working together and boost each other up. I will never forgive the bts fanart community for how snobby, childish, and bullying many of the "bigger" were behind closed doors! and smaller ones that licked their boots! ive also heard similar stories about other communities and places, like twitch, youtube, etc.)
then there's the whole business managing thing and promoting and all that. i'm a nobody on the internet, so even if I did online business only to start, no one will notice me or help! (I've actually tried before multiple times in the last almost decade and sold nothing but still struggled to keep up đ
) i barely have the executive functioning spoons to take a shower more than once a week đ running a business all alone with all the factors pitted against me? how! i can't hire help if no one pays me lmao
when i've asked for help before, even just asking friends to share my stuff, I get slapped with the whole "stop caring what people think about your work/numbers aren't important/do it because you want to and enjoy it/etc" and that's so insulting because it makes me feel like they're trying to say my work is horrible and worthless and I don't deserve to live off my hard work!!!!! (I'm no longer friends with these people)
what it comes down to is, I always feel like my only choice to actually work and possibly afford to survive is to start my own business????? I can't live off my parents forever and part time minimum wage jobs that I could *maybe* get (even if I was rejected from 200 of them in 2 months...) including the one I fo now are so painful, boring, unfulfilling, and/or stressful and not worth it! but no one will hire me for anything better because no experience and you need experience to get experience. or you need a degree and need money to get a degree but need degree to make money. and it's a whole paradox that is impossible for someone like me to get through. I get rejected at every interview for being autistic. i'm burnt out trying. I feel like i'm at a dead end and don't know what i'm supposed to do?
do any other autistic/ND/disabled people feel the same way?
I usually get told to "wait and it will happen one day" but this is life we are talking about!!! life doesnt wait!!!!! i'm not a teen/20s with ~my whole life ahead of me~ i'm getting older fast and have zero openings or paths that I can take alone. I know my disabled limits and it means I can't just make things happen like other people. I can't live independently or get a normal job, etc. I cant wait around forever and hope I get lucky. i've never experienced any luck so I don't believe it will help me. so I put in what work i'm capable off all the time instead of waiting, but see no useful results. I do my best despite what people on the outside see and tell me (I'm so fucking tired of hearing i'm Not Trying, Giving Up Too Easily, Being Too Negative, Refusing To Leave My Confort Zone, Not Believing In Myself and etc. it's NOT true. I don't care if that's how it looks. being disabled is NOT those things!!!! just because normal daily things takes more spoons and energy and effort for me than you, I need more help, and I dont have the ability to physically or mentally do certain things, (which means doing things beyond that is nearly impossible in most cases,) doesn't mean Those Things. no one understands how hard I try, how much I struggle, and how frustrating it is for it to all crash down, never work, and not matter. only very few people in similar situations understand and don't try to push me. I NEED SUPPORT not someone to remind me of how much I fail because I can't meet NT and abled expectations and do things THEIR way!
anyway, I fell into huge rant....is it possible for us to come together and make a ND/disabled-led business and only hire others like us? that would be cool and helpful. if I could start my own business, I want it to be mostly friendly/inclusive/accommodating to ND/disabled people. NTs/ableds have to follow our "rules" for once. a safe business/work space made for us, by us. it would be hard, but so beneficial to those involved đ
#lee rambles#autistic#actually autistic#autism#adhd#neurodivergent#disabled#i want to move to canada with my closest friends who ACTUALLY WANT ME after visiting this month#theyre trying ti help figure it out but it's so hard when canada wants immigrant workers who can work skilled jobs and have degrees#and a ton of experience already. i am unskilled level 5 (lowest level) worker that does useless shit they dont seem to want đ#my dream job there is to open a physical (and online) shop in a tourist mountain town and get tourists to buy all my shit lmao#they open pockets easily so it seems like the best place to open shop and its where my freiends live. in a tourist town.#but how to open and run business and afford it???? đ#my biggest dream goal besides living with close comfortable found family is open a autistic/adhd friendly shop#where autistic/adhd and even ither ND and marginalized peoples can come and relax and be in a safe space#also ND friendly work!!! it will be owned and operated mostly by the found family but hire some other NDs/disabled people too!#and try our best to meet their needs and accommodate them and make it a great and fun place to work! its a family instead of a job!#why cant it be that simple tho đ#writing this was exhausting and took a cpuple hours so not proofreading and hope it makes sense and not too many typos
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Autumn Adventures: Our 2023 Trip to Europe
2023 Europe Trip In the autumn of 2023, my partner and I went on a trip across western Europe. I hope this will be the first of many Europe trips. In my next travel posts, I will be sharing some of our selected travel memories. Scotland, Italy, Germany, and France are the places we visited. First, a little about our trip. We knew we wanted to visit Europe in autumn â the temperature is more toâŚ
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Ultimate Canada Journey: 10 Stops You Need to Make
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Wait why were you in israel/palestine? Arenât you canadian?
I am. A friend of my family was traveling from Egypt to Jerusalem on pilgrimage and someone who had reserved a spot in the group had to drop out, so there was a last-minute seat available and they asked me if I was interested.
Life is short, and it wasn't the sort of trip I'd be able to afford on my own in a million years, so I tagged along as the token agnostic.
And I'm glad I did, because a few months later some of the places we'd visited were leveled flat.
A lot of beautiful, rolling green hillsides are charred dust now, and good, kind people are dead.
Buildings we slept in are gone. Children who waved to us in the street are gone. Small shops and vendors and houses are gone. Old men gathered together to smoke and chat in little rooms by the streetside are gone.
Passing from Israel into Palestine was a visible, abrupt switch from a modern city not unlike Vancouver to a slum. Like some of the reservations I've been to here up north that go to shit sometimes, where the Chief and his family all have brand new BMW's and nobody else has had their plumbing fixed.
Buildings were repaired with minimal supplies, trash was gathered in the streets, and the roads were bare dirt for long stretches at a time. You could tell that this wasn't a place being treated kindly, but people were doing their best. Everyone we met treated us well. Everyone we met was kind, and welcoming, and generous.
One man I spoke with said he was hoping to come to Canada someday. Take his family and live here. He asked how cold it got.
I told him that their winter was like our summer. He didn't like that- said he didn't like being cold.
I told him to wait for summer, then, and he could visit with me. Told him everywhere he'd have to see when he arrived, all the best landmarks and museums.
The first bombs dropped before winter.
I don't know if he waited.
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Downtown Toronto Walk from Carlton Street to College Subway Station!
Exploring Downtown Toronto: 4K walk from Carlton Street to College Subway Station! Join me on this beautiful walk through downtown Toronto, as we explore the vibrant streets from Carlton Street to the College Subway Station.
This area is filled with unique architecture, lively energy, and iconic spots that truly capture the essence of Torontoâs urban life. In this vlog, youâll get a glimpse of the cityâs bustling atmosphere, local businesses, and landmarks that make Toronto such a captivating place to visit and live.
Whether youâre planning a trip or just want to see the city through a localâs perspective, this walking tour will take you on a journey through some of the most popular and lesser-known parts of downtown.
Donât forget to subscribe to my channel for more amazing Toronto videos, and leave a like and comment below to share your thoughts or suggest more places you'd like to see in my next videos!
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Green Day - American Idiot 2004
"American Idiot" is a protest song by the American rockband Green Day. The first single released from their seventh studio album American Idiot, the song received positive reviews by critics and was nominated for four 2005 Grammy Awards: Record of the Year, Best Rock Performance by a Duo or Group with Vocal, Best Rock Song, and Best Music Video. It is considered one of the band's signature songs. In advance of Donald Trump's visit to the UK in July 2018, a campaign to get "American Idiot" to the top of the UK song charts was launched. On the Official UK Charts dated 13 July 2018, the song re-entered the UK Singles Chart at 25 and the UK Singles Downloads Chart at number 2. In 2019, Billie Joe Armstrong began changing the lyric "I'm not a part of a redneck agenda" to "I'm not a part of a MAGA agenda" during live performances.
The single peaked at number 61 on the Billboard Hot 100, becoming Green Day's first Billboard Hot 100 chart entry. The appearance of "American Idiot" on the US singles charts occurred just prior to Billboard's inclusion of Internet download purchases into their Billboard Hot 100 chart data, which would have made a significant difference in the song's peak had it benefited from the new chart tabulation system. "American Idiot" became Green Day's first top-five single in the UK, peaking at number 3, and it debuted at number 1 in Canada, their only #1 single there. In Australia, the song reached number 7. At MTV's Video Music Awards, the music video won the Viewer's Choice Award and was also nominated for Best Art Direction. "American Idiot" was ranked the number 13 Single of the Decade by Rolling Stone magazine in 2009. VH1 also placed the song at number 13 on its Top 100 Songs of the 2000s in 2011.
"American Idiot" received a total of 94% yes votes!
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Self Control: Part Nine - Babymoon
Jessie Fleming x Reader
Summary: Jessie takes you up to Canada to visit her family and for a relaxing trip out to cottage country. Her parents are thrilled to see you and to - technically - meet their first grandchild. The problem? They just won't leave you two alone.
Warnings: G!P sex. Masturbation (r), fingering, oral, g!p penetrative sex, preg and breeding kinks, dirty talk, language.
A/N: J and R are horny, y'all. The rest of the series can be found here.
âI used to play hockey at that arena. The locker rooms were terrible. Oh, and I used to run track over there. And you see that store down the way - it used to be this little hobby shop and my dad used to take me there sometimes to buy models or crafts.â
Jessie pointed enthusiastically out the windows of the rental car as she drove you both to her parentsâ home from the airport. Sheâd brought you to her childhood home a handful of times by now, but she never tired of showing you the sights even if youâd seen them all before.
âYouâre adorable,â you told her as you watched her affectionately. âAnd yes dear, I remember. Pregnancy brain hasnât hit me that hard yet,â you chuckled.
âOh and that house had the best candy at Halloween,â Jessie went on, undeterred. You laughed.
âWell look at the size of that house. They definitely had full-size-candy-bar money,â you joked.
âI canât wait until I can take our daughter around town and show her some of these places. And soon enough sheâll have memories like these of her own.â
You smiled softly at her, kissing her hand before resting it on your belly.
âHas she settled a bit?â Jessie asked as she rubbed your bump.
âYeah, the drive seems to be keeping the activity to a minimum compared to the flight,â you chuckled. âThat was the most active sheâs ever been. She either loves flying or hates it. Not sure which.â
âEverything seems okay though?â Jessie asked, concern creeping in.
âYeah, I feel fine. Iâm only at 24 weeks, the midwife said Iâm well within the safe zone for flying.â
She smiled and relaxed as you gave her arm a reassuring squeeze.
âAlright, weâre here,â Jessie announced as she pulled into the driveway. âIâll get the bags. You just go in. They said the doorâs open. Plus they were probably staring out the window the whole time waiting,â she laughed.
âTheir first grandchild is technically visiting,â you said with a smirk. âOf course theyâre excited.â
Jessie chuckled. âYeah, imagine what theyâll be like after sheâs born.â
She gave you a peck on the cheek before bounding out of the car and jogging over to your side. She opened your door with a very satisfied smile on her face, counter to the mild glare you gave her. She held out her hand, which you dutifully ignored as you climbed out, somewhat more encumbered than weeks before and it requiring a bit more effort.
âI donât need help yet,â you said under your breath to her and Jessie just kissed your cheek again. You gave her a teasing look. âYouâre just trying to look good in front of your parents.â
âWhat? I-â
Her words were cut off when her parents opened the door and greeted you both boisterously.
âOh my gosh,â her mom cooed moments after giving you a hug and immediately had her hands on the swell of your midsection and began asking you rapid-fire questions.
âMom,â Jessie chided. She was about to interject further when she noticed her dad hauling the bags out of the trunk. âDad!â She rounded and ended up going shoulder to shoulder with him, jockeying for the leverage and space to grab the bags.
âOh, you two,â her mom scolded mildly before placing an arm around your back. âCome on, Y/N, letâs get inside. Weâll let these two duke it out.â
After an initial visit with her parents and a quick walk around as they showed you both new things around the house, Jessie and you were free to get settled.
Despite your protests to help, Jessie lugged all of the bags up the stairs to her old bedroom where youâd both be staying.
"Sure you don't want to stay in the guest bedroom?" She asked one final time with a discerning look. It would be much more comfortable. It had a bigger bed and its own bathroom - a very valuable perk as you now got up almost every night to go to the bathroom - but you were insistent on staying in her old room. You said it was sweet being surrounded by remnants of her younger self.
"I'm positive," you said without hesitation as you walked in.
Even though she hadnât lived at home in many years now, her parents left her room exactly the same. Her old medals and trophies were still there, old pictures and trinkets of hers were still neatly displayed around the room.
âOh, I love it,â you said as you clasped your hands together under your chin and looked around. âSo cute. I canât get over it,â you said as you held up an old picture of her and some friends. âI really, really hope she has your freckles,â you went on before giving her cheeks a light pinch, and pulling a feigned glower out of her.
âThanks for being okay stopping here for a few days,â Jessie said as she sat down on the bed. âMy parents and grandparents have been begging me to bring you back forever, never mind now,â she said as she pulled you by the hand towards her and kissed your stomach.
âOf course, baby,â you told her as you stroked her face and pushed her hair behind her ear. âIâm happy to be here.â
âThe family stuffâs going to be pretty full on, but youâll get to relax when we head to the cottage, I promise.â
âIâm not worried,â you assured her as you continued to run your fingers through her hair. Jessie lifted your shirt and kissed your stomach furthermore.
âOkay, cool it,â you ordered as you gently pushed her head away. âYou know how Iâve been lately. And yeah, not the time and place. Agreed?â You finished with a look of warning.
She sighed heavily as she leaned back on her hands, arms outstretched. âI know,â she said though her gaze lingered on your body. When you folded her arms across yourself, inadvertently emphasizing your growing bust, she belatedly forced herself to look up at you.
âJess. Iâm not kidding. I am not having sex in your childhood bedroom, okay?â
She made a slight face in mock contemplation. âWell, I did suggest we take the guest bedroomâŚâ
You scoffed and turned away briefly before rounding on her again, arm outstretched and circling the air in gesture.
"You can't even sit like that. Okay? Cause seeing you leaned back like that just makes me want to drop to my knees and suck you off."
Jessie's eyes grew wide at the blunt declaration while your words threatened to cause her blood to pump strictly between her legs. You scoffed further and walked away, leaving Jessie to jump up after you.
âIâm sorry. I understand. Iâll be good, I promise.â
"Mhmm," you voiced flatly. She nearly sighed; she was in the doghouse again.
You ignored her a while longer as you both returned to catching up with her parents. At one point her parents suggested a board game and Jessie went downstairs to pick one out and was relieved when you piped up saying you'd join her.
She matched your pace on the stairs, though she hopped down from step to step. She jumped and turned mid-air landing in front of you at the base of the stairs with a smile on her face though you just rolled your eyes.
"Must be nice to be so spry," you deadpanned.
She held out her hand to you and stepped out of the way giving a small bow. When you side-eyed her and gave a noncommittal hum as you walked on, her face fell in a frown of disappointment.
"Where are we going?" you asked.
"This way," she said, more subdued as she led you to an adjacent room. She turned on the light and pointed out the collection, but turned to face you right after. "Why are you upset with me?" She pouted.
"I'm not upset with you," you responded evenly. The way you examined the board games instead of looking at her did little to reassure Jessie.
"You seem upset. And I don't know what I did wrong," she went on.
You were leaned down slightly, hands on your knees as you determinedly studied the game collection, but straightened now and looked her way, your expression unreadable. Jessie frowned as you looked past her for a moment.
Before she could question you, you grasped her hand and pulled her towards you. You took her hand and guided it under the waistband of your pants and underwear until her fingers were against your hot, wet heat.
"Do I still seem upset to you?" You whispered in her ear as your other arm went around the back of her shoulders and pulled her close. Her knees gave slightly as she was overcome by the feel of your arousal and warm breath against her skin.
"Fuck," she said as her eyes closed as she began to automatically stroke her fingers through your swollen folds. "Oh my God, babe."
"I'm horny. And I want you. And I can't do anything about it," you said matter of fact. "That's all."
Jessie's eyes were still closed as she inadvertently began to grind her hips up into you while her fingers continued to explore. She gently circled your clit and wrapped her arm around your back securely as your own knees weakened.
"God, baby, I want you inside of me," you whined under your breath as you subtly rocked against her hand. Goosebumps rose across Jessie's skin as you softly panted in her ear; fingers on one hand running through her hair while your other hand groped her ass needily.
"Kiss me," you ordered as you pulled her head into you. She readily complied, her mouth clashing into yours in a messy, wanting kiss.
Jessie felt that all too familiar tightness forming in her pants as she began to harden. If you two were at home, she would've undressed you and fucked you the way you wanted. However, given current circumstances - there was no way.
She listened for noises beyond your whispers and moans. Hearing nothing, she sunk two fingers inside of your waiting tunnel. She pulsed at the sharp inhale you took and the way you melted into her embrace.
The angle was certainly tougher than months prior, she had to position herself around your burgeoning bump and she couldn't get as deep as she wanted with both of you standing like this, but it didn't seem to bother you.
While you wrapped an arm around her shoulder for balance, you let yourself fall into her waiting hand rhythmically, trusting her to hold you up and she did just so.
"God, baby, you're flooding my palm already," she breathed as she burrowed her head against you and curled her fingers inside of you furthermore. She was rock hard as, despite your efforts, the odd repressed, high-pitched whimper filled her ears.
"Shit!" She cursed as suddenly loud steps began to boom down the stairwell. You rapidly pulled away from one another, both wide-eyed with panic as you both tried to recover.
You quickly adjusted your clothes and fixed your hair. Your cheeks were flushed, but there was nothing to do about that. Jessie glanced at the very obvious bulge in her pants and at her fingers and palm that were coated in your juices.
"How's it going in there?" Her dad called from the other room. "I'm grabbing a couple of photo albums. Y/N, I can show you those pictures of Jessie at the science fair in elementary."
Jessie was still overwhelmed with panic and before she could determine what to do, you took a quick glance at the door before you stepped forward and grasped her hand. You held it up, locking eyes with her before placing her fingers in your mouth and very sensually bobbing your head up and down as you sucked them clean. Jessie's jaw fell at the feel and sight, her cock pulsing once more.
"Amazing! I'll come check them out with you," you called back once you released her fingers from your mouth.
"Babe," she hissed, though all she wanted was to feel your lips around her length.
You smirked and wiped her palm on the inside of your shirt before heading to the door. You were nearly there when Jessie's dad rounded the doorframe. She dropped into a crouch, back angled towards the door as she feigned looking at the games again.
"You two still haven't picked anything?" He asked as he arched an eyebrow. "Well, come on, Y/N, I'll start by showing you pictures first."
"Sounds good to me," you said as you and her dad departed. Jessie watched you subtly over her shoulder and glared when you waggled your fingers at her in a teasing wave with a wink.
It took her longer than she'd like to admit to recover. When she finally deemed it safe to head upstairs, her heart warmed at the sight of you on the couch with her parents poring over childhood pictures and listening attentively as they shared various, albeit, embarrassing stories.
Normally, she'd be bothered by the tales, but all she could focus on was the meeting of these two families of hers - the one she was born into and the one she was making with you.
You were together in the kitchen later and you sidled up to her, your arm brushing against hers as you whispered.
"Seems you recovered okay."
Jessie shot you a half-hearted glare. "Barely. I don't know how you're surviving." She leaned in, keeping an eye out for either of her parents, "From the way you were tightening around me, the way you were whimpering in my ear, seems you were pretty close." She held back a grin at how your shoulders fell and a faint, low groan escaped you.
You reciprocated, leaning back into her, your breath sending shivers down her spine.
"You better finish what you started, that's all I can say."
"Girls! Do you want some crackers to carry you over until dinner?"
Jessie groaned, jaw clenching in frustration as her mom's voice filtered in. Her annoyance dissipated slightly as you kissed her cheek.
The rest of the afternoon was filled with fleeting, hidden flirtations - all interrupted by her parents without fail. At the end of the night, you were all sitting in the living room watching a movie together, Jessie and you sitting together under a blanket on the couch with her parents on the other.
Jessie did her damn best to ignore the way your hand very subtly caressed her leg, inching so slowly towards the inside of her thigh. She shot you a few, increasingly less subtle looks of warning as you continued your incognito explorations.
At one point, Jessie felt herself start to grow firm and she cleared her throat, shuffling slightly away from you. She ignored the look you gave her.
She thought things were in the clear until you quietly excused yourself. Her parents offered to pause the movie, but you insisted they keep watching. Jessie's eyes followed you as you ducked upstairs.
She fidgeted for a while until she felt enough time had passed that she could reasonably excuse herself as well, also insisting that her parents keep watching.
Quietly padding down the upstairs hall, she frowned as she scanned the doors - seeing you weren't in the bathroom. Her bedroom door was closed though.
She gingerly opened it, peeking her head around the door and was met with a shadowy visual of you on the bed, legs spread, your hand between your legs. You met Jessie's shocked gaze, yours entirely unfazed, your motions not faltering, clearly knowing it would be her walking in.
Her jaw was slack yet again that day as she stepped inside quickly and closed the door quietly behind her. The second the door closed, you allowed soft moans to fall from your mouth.
"Jesus Christ, babe," Jessie whispered as she approached.
"I was hoping you'd follow me," you said. "I couldn't wait any longer."
No coherent thoughts ran through her mind as her eyes raked over your naked form in the pale moonlight. The curve of your breasts shone in the glow, your darkened nipples drawing her attention. And the ever growing roundness of your stomach caught the light just so, casting a shadow between your legs that was only illuminated every time your wrist moved as you played with your clit. She could hear how wet you were as opposed to seeing it, and the sound alone caused her to start to swell.
She hooked her arms under your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the bed as she settled wordlessly between your legs, hooking yours over her shoulders. Wasting no time, she buried her face in your wet folds, tongue wide and soft as she began to lap up the juices that dripped from your entrance.
You immediately let out a high moan, but you both stopped right away, your hands coming to your mouth in surprise, but to also muffle anything further. Jessie waited a few moments to let you recenter, but your hand coming to the back of her head told her the break was over.
She began to hungrily eat you out, her tongue pushing inside of you, circling your entrance, tracing up and down between your folds, tongue firm, then soft, over and over before flicking across your clit while she sucked.
Muffled whines came from you as your legs tensed and relaxed intermittently around her head. Your fingers dug into her crown, tugging her hair sharply now and then before releasing and caressing her and starting all over.
Eventually, you shifted slightly, tugging at her hair differently than before.
"I need you," you said as you signaled for her to stand. She quickly rose to her feet, undoing her pants and dropping them to the floor along with her boxers. She glanced at the bed for a moment, grabbing you a pillow and tucking it under your hips.
"Sorry," she said for not thinking of it sooner.
You didn't say a word, instead grabbing her by her hard on and pulling her towards your entrance.
"Okay, baby," she said, holding back a chuckle at your eagerness. She lined herself up and pushed herself forward, slipping inside of you effortlessly with how worked up you were.
"Oh Jesus," Jessie mumbled, eyes fluttering shut as you wrapped around her. "Fuck," she breathed as she drew her hips back and began to thrust into you with slow, firm strokes.
Your hands came up to your face, fingers digging into skin as a long, soft moan fought its way up your throat.
"God, I love you," you said, head thrown back. "I needed you so badly."
"I need you, too, baby," she said as she began to gradually pick up her pace.
"Fuck me harder, baby," you pleaded as you moved your hands to the back of her neck and pulled her into a kiss, Jessie needing to angle herself around your swollen middle. "I need you."
"Mm," Jessie groaned as she rolled her hips as she thrust into you. "I can't. I want to - God, I want to. But we can't be loud."
"I just want you to fuck me," you told her desperately as you began to claw at the back of her neck. A muffled cry fell from her lips as the sensation, arching her back over you, a hand subconsciously resting on the side of your bump. She went to lift herself back up so there was zero risk of her weight on your stomach, but you pulled her back up. "I want you with me."
Jessie nodded, angling herself again despite how uncomfortable it was, but if that's what you wanted and needed, then she'd gladly do it.
Despite what her mind told her, Jessie began to pump faster into you. The bed jostled, but it didn't creak. The loudest thing was the sounds that came each time she withdrew to the tip before driving her full length back inside of you. A small grunt escaped her as she dug her fingers into your thigh.
"I love you," she panted above you. "God, you're amazing."
You kissed her hard, but pulled back with a breathy laugh.
"How many girls have you fucked in this bed?"
"Huh?" Jessie frowned, blinking as she processed your question though her hips didn't falter.
"I said," you grasped her chin gently and bit her lower lip, giving it a tug, "how many girls have you fucked in this bed?"
"N-none," she responded, a deeper frown etched on her forehead. You knew better. You knew her whole history. Including the fact that she didn't get laid until university.
"Well lucky me," you said, a lilt in your voice as you traced your tongue along her lip.
Jessie chuckled, finally leaning back, grasping your legs and holding them out - careful not to do so in a way that'd strain you. She looked down at you as she fucked you and a smug smirk crossed her face.
"You're the only one in a lot of ways, babe. Definitely all the ways that count." She told you. You bit your lip and she went on quietly. "The only girl my whole family's met. The only girl I've bought a house with. The only girl I've given a ring to. And certainly," she rolled her hips in emphasis as she let her hands caress your stomach, "the only girl I've given my baby to."
"Oh fuck," you said, your voice barely a whisper as you draped an arm across your eyes, "I'm gonna cum. Don't stop."
Jessie was nearly on the verge as well as she did as she was commanded. She saw the way you bit down on your lip and buried your head into the sheets. You were so close.
"Girls! Is everything okay? Is Y/N? alright?"
"Oh fuck," Jessie hissed and you bit back a groan as footsteps ascended the stairs. Her hips stuttered as she fought between throwing caution to the wind and just chasing your high and stopping altogether. She looked down at you and you'd begun playing with your clit, hips still rocking against her.
Her voice got caught in her throat as pleasurable sensations shot through her as you began to convulse around her, squeezing her tight as your pussy pulsed around her. Her mouth opened and she blinked rapidly as she fought to react.
"Yeah, we're fine!" She eventually managed, your fingers now circling around her base and urging her to cum. She shot you a bewildered look as that familiar tightening and rush began to mount between her legs. She winced as the footsteps continued to approach. "We'll be down in a minute!" She called through the door, praying her voice wasn't as strained as it seemed in her head.
You continued to rock against her and suddenly her tension hit a peak and her jaw fell as she began to spill herself inside of you.
"Okay. We paused the movie. Come down when you're ready," her mom called.
"Thank you! We'll be down soon," you called through the door, finally coming to Jessie's aid as she instinctively held her hips flush against you, cum still pulsing inside of you, eyes screwed shut, her shoulders high and tense in the midst of the conflict between her physical and mental self.
When she finally came down from her climax, she dropped to her knees on the floor and between your legs, chest heaving as she recovered.
"That was mean," Jessie said as she glowered at you.
"The cum you dumped inside of me tells me otherwise," you said lightly as you pushed yourself off of the bed and began to get dressed. Jessie kept her eyes narrowed at you as she watched you. With a heavy breath, she hoisted herself up off the ground and began getting changed as well. She didn't take her glare off of you the entire time.
You walked up to her, unbothered, and rest a soft hand on her cheek as you gave her a peck.
"Look at us, sneaking around like a couple of horny teenagers," you said with a teasing smile before giving a nonchalant shrug. "It's actually kind of fun."
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"Oh my God," you breathed as you fell into the couch cushions of the cottage you two were renting. Though you still had three months to go, your stomach had already grown enough that sometimes when you sat, you automatically sat with your legs wide to accommodate your bump that rest low above your hips.
"Are you okay?" Jessie asked as she set down the backpack from your hike onto the wooden floor with a light thud. She crossed over to you, crouching in front of you and gently kneading your leg.
"I'm fine," you sighed, allowing your eyes to fall shut as your hand came up and idly rubbed your stomach. "I think I just pushed it too much. It's so stupid - that hike wasn't even hard. It was a walk not a hike, yet my hips and my back are so sore."
"Baby, I'm sorry," Jessie said, a frown of concern settling on her face. "I shouldn't have picked that hike. And I should've checked in more."
"Stop," you said, head lolling languidly side to side in dissent. "I thought it'd be totally fine and you checked in; I just kept pushing." You opened your eyes to look at her, offering a faint smile. "I'm not in pain, I'm just a bit sore and uncomfortable."
She hummed quietly and rubbed your hips gently. You winced softly and her frown deepened.
"I'd run you a bath, but...," Jessie trailed off, gaze flitting away. Though beautiful, the one flaw with this rental was the failing hot water. It was lukewarm at best and ran cold within a few shorts minutes. She was beyond annoyed by it.
"It's okay, really," you assured her as you waved her attention off.
"Here, let me help you up. Go lay on the bed, I'll start a fire and I'll give you a massage," she offered. You cocked your head in contemplation before giving a slow nod. Jessie beamed. "Okay."
Soon, she had a fire roaring in the fireplace and you were naked on the bed with Jessie gently and meticulously working your muscles, laying soft sweet kisses on you now and then as she went.
"I'm telling you right now, nothing's happening tonight," you told her, eyes closed as you lay on your side, Jessie rubbing the small of your back. "I'm just too uncomfortable."
She held up a hand in mild defense. "Heard. Got it. No funny business. That is more than fine. I just want to make you feel better."
"K, thank you," you said as you blindly reached down, pawing until you found her hand. You lifted it to your lips, giving her a small kiss before releasing it and sighing as you settled in again.
Jessie carried on dutifully, truly just hoping to make you feel better. That is, until you reached back and started to caress her leg. She didn't think anything of it initially until you hand continued to wander higher up and inward when possible, fingers kneading into her muscles.
A frown settled on her face as she fought off the urges that were building between her legs. You began to moan softly at her ministrations, shifting slightly under her touch, and it was doing more to her than she cared to admit. However, the burgeoning hard-on forming in her shorts - the one that she was working to conceal from you - would give her away. She cleared her throat and refocused her attention on the wall, trying to think about anything but how good you looked and sounded.
With the fire roaring across the room, the light it cast against you accentuated your bump. She quietly observed the faint line that was forming from your naval to your pubic bone and the way the light danced across your skin.
It was such a strange sensation, a tingling in her chest upon seeing the way your body changed as the new life you two created grew within, and the way her arousal grew at knowing it was her who made you like this; that it was her you let transform you in this way.
"I changed my mind," you eventually said in a whine, legs rubbing together.
Jessie looked away, wondering what to do.
"About?" She asked innocently, though she was hopeful about what you were meant.
"You know what," you whined further, peeking an eye open at you.
"...you sure?" she asked apprehensively. "Cause there's no pressure at all."
"Your tented shorts tell me otherwise, baby," you said teasingly. Jessie blushed madly, closing her legs and timidly shuffling away from your prying eyes.
"Ignore that," she mumbled.
"I don't want to. I want it in me," you said resolutely, reaching back for her.
"Babe...," Jessie went on. "You're sore already."
"You took such good care of me. I feel better," you assured her. She gave you an unconvinced look and you implored. "I'm serious, baby. I want you."
Jessie hesitated further, but when you placed her hand between your legs, her fingers immediately being met with your arousal, she caved.
"Okay, but, you just stay like that, I don't want to strain you at all," she said as she took off her clothes and settled in behind you. She kissed the back of your shoulder and wrapped her arm around your stomach, thumbing it affectionately as she spooned you.
She continued laying slow, sensual kisses along the back of your shoulder, smirking at how you began to writhe in her arms.
"Baby, please."
She gave you one more lingering kiss before she pulled her hand back to line herself up with your entrance.
"Since you asked so nicely," she said, as she slowly entered you. You gasped softly as you reached a hand back over your shoulder to run your fingers through her hair.
"Mm, you feel so incredible every time," Jessie praised as she slowly drew back and pushed in again. She reached around your swollen midsection and placed her hand between your legs to gently play with your clit.
"Oh God, Jess," you said as you writhed under her touch. You moaned. "Mm, you feel so good inside of me." You leaned your head back into her and she pulled you closer as she pushed deeper inside of you.
She kissed along your back softly, your body rocking within her embrace as she made love to you in the warm glow of the nearby fire.
Eventually, Jessie propped herself up on her forearm to look down at you. As nice as it was to hold you in her arms, she missed seeing your face as you made love.
She shifted further, pulling out momentarily as she knelt, knees wide and now leaning over you, one arm behind you and one arm in front.
"Mmm," you complained, a frown on your face as you looked at her. "I liked being held by you." She kissed your shoulder as she lined herself up again.
"Let me try this," she said as she pushed inside.
You moaned as she sunk deep into you. In this new position, she was free to angle her hips better and a few strokes in, she began to pick up her pace, something she couldn't easily do before.
A renewed moan fell from your lips, your mouth dropping open as Jessie held herself up over you and began to thrust steadily and deeply inside of you, her hips free to bounce easily and quickly in this position, while still not adding weight or stress to your body.
"Oh shit," you panted as she fucked you with fervour, sweat starting to bead around her hairline.
"God, you look fucking beautiful," Jessie said as she stared down at you adoringly. "You look even more amazing carrying my baby than I even imagined."
Your hand came up to the back of her neck and you moaned heavily.
"I can't believe I waited so long to let you get me pregnant," you said, hand still caressing the back of her neck. Jessie groaned, eyes closing briefly.
"You know what that talk does to me," she said as her pace quickened slightly.
"It's crazy to think about," you went on. "Back when we first met - to think I was sitting across from the woman who - in a few years - I'd be underneath, legs spread, begging her to pump her baby into me."
"Christ," Jessie cursed as she gave a slight shake of her head, trying to hold back her orgasm which was now rapidly approaching as your words egged her on.
Your other hand came to your stomach and caressed it.
"We don't even have our first yet and I already want you to give me another."
"Babe," Jessie said desperately, her hands clenching into fists on the mattress. "I'm gonna cum if you keep that up."
"Do it. Cum inside of me, I want you to," you said as your fingernails dug into the back of her neck.
She didn't want to oblige, she hated cumming before you did. She balanced on one hand, returning the other to your clit, encouraged by how your eyes closed in pleasure and your sounds rose in pitch.
She felt a bead of sweat run down the side of her face and she panted in effort, but she knew you were close. When you finally clutched the sheets and a cry fell from your lips, she couldn't help herself and she came with a stunted moan, legs spreading wider as she angled and pushed herself as deep inside of you as she could.
"Fuck," she panted, head falling back as she looked up at the ceiling, blinking rapidly as wave after wave of pleasure shot through her as she emptied herself into you. As the last few drops drained out of her, she gave a couple of slow, prolonged thrusts before collapsing next to you, her arm draped over your midsection.
When she came to, she laid slow, gentle kisses along your waist and up your body, finishing at your flushed cheeks. Her heart swelled as she looked at you.
âI love you.â
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pairing: lee donghyuck | nct haechan x reader word count: 18.5k genre: university au, getting together, smut, fluff, angst summary: in which you're an exchange student and donghyuck teaches you the essential korean phrases you need, and eventually how to fall in love with him tag list: @smwhrinthehaze @byungbyungbaek @sundamariis @thiccfullsun @yesohhsehun @haechoshi @najmnluvr @liz-zo @heyitsconysstuff @magicastle @novawon @gaeulswrld authorâs note: Iâm so sorry it took so long, but here it is! I imagine conversations with everyone in Korean, except for Mark! đ I imagine the conversations with Mark in English. I also have 0 knowledge with the Korean language except from the common phrases every Kpop fan knows lol. So please bare with me and feel free to correct me! ^^ Please also consider tipping me if you want to! NCT Dream is coming to my country this April and Iâd love to see them if I could :) TIP ME HERE.
ë ě¨ę° ěśě (nalssiga chuwo) â the weather is cold
The rain is pouring when you arrive in Incheon.Â
Itâs not as harsh as it is where you come from, but the February breeze still makes you shiver and curse under your breath, and while youâre wallowing and pouting over the fact that your first day in South Korea is not going as well as you wanted, Mark is chirpyâa little too happy for your liking.Â
Of course, Mark is happy. Your bitterness over the weather is not going to spoil his energy, the exact same oneâmaybe strongerâhe has had over the past couple of weeks, counting down the days heâd be back in Seoul, finally. Mark has told you that it had been over a decade since he last visited South Korea, and the Student Exchange Program from your university had been the best opportunity for him to come back after so long, too long. The stupid smile on his face somehow makes you feel better, especially when he jumps from his seat when he sees his childhood friend walk towards your area.Â
Renjun is handsome like the picture that Mark sent you a week before your flight to South Korea, but it feels a little unfair that heâs even more attractive in person. His voice sounds like honey and the corner of his eyes crinkle when he smiles as he approaches you and Mark.Â
They jump into a tight, dramatic hug that makes a few other people in the waiting area look, but the boys donât care. Mark lifts Renjun up from the ground, itâs almost embarrassing. The sight makes you feel warm. You wonder how Mark feels.Â
It must be amazing, you think, to finally meet someone youâve been longing to see. Mark had always expressed his yearning for the placeâthe people, the friends he always had to leave behind when visiting during summerâand it makes you wonder how it feels like to have friends and family away from you.Â
Evidently, this is your first time to be away from home. You live (or used to at this point) in a dormitory, a two-minute walk to the campus, a good hour away from home, but you always went home whenever you craved for your motherâs dishes. Youâve never considered living away from home. Sure, you had plans to move out eventually, but not in a different time zone, not in an entirely different culture. Mark, on the other hand, is frequently moving around, dragging his suitcase from place to place, leaving people behind and promising heâd come back when he can.
Born in Canada, Mark had been to more places that you could count, but he has told you many times that nowhere else feels like home, like Seoul. Heâs told you many stories of the time his family lived there for a few years before going back to Canada, of his annual visits in the summer, and of his devastation when life had caught up with him that he had to stop visiting when he turned eleven.Â
You remember his voice, its tone and emotion, when he called you a couple of months ago, informing you of the exchange program that the universityâs administration had posted on the studentsâ corner, and how fucking amazing it would be if you could sign up with him.Â
âIt would be a good addition to your credentials,â he had told you. âItâs not going to be for a long time, a semester at least. And we have the option to stay the whole academic year if we wanted to! Plus, I already know a lot of people there. Weâll be fine!â
âI donât know, Mark,â you had answered, feigning hesitation, even when you knew deep down that Mark had already convinced you by the tone of his voice when he revealed the news. âIâve never been that far away from home. Remember when we went camping in ninth grade? I cried. For three whole days. Iâm not going to survive a semester. Besides, I know not a single Korean word.â
âCome on, Y/N,â he had begged. âThink about it. Youâll be with me the entire time. If we pass the screening, the program will sign us up for free Hangul lessonsâthough, letâs be honest, I donât really need it.â
âWhy do you have to bring me anyway?â you had asked out of curiosity.
âBecause I know youâll love it there,â he had answered. âYour obsession with studying culture and languages will be satisfied because there is no better way to learn a culture than experiencing the whole thing with your best friend!â
You remember humming in response, as if youâre thinking deeply about it. Mark sighed on the other line, his words making you laugh and finally agree.Â
âThe chances of Mom letting me go is bigger when I tell her youâre coming with me,â he had admitted. Mark, upon hearing your agreement to his proposal, began listing out the places he would take you. The phone call lasted for three more hours and it had seemed like Mark already had an entire plan in his head before he even asked you if you would go with him.Â
Passing the program had been easy and so was acquiring your visa. What was truly the pain in the ass, you admit, is learning the damn language. You salute Mark for being able to speak Korean so fluently, but heâs shit at teaching you and you had to rely on the free lessons you had taken every weekend and your favorite language mentor, Lee Minho in Legend of the Blue Sea. Your Korean is awful. Your tongue is a little too short, too stiff, for said language, and the situation almost makes you back out of the entire program and ditch Mark.Â
But here you are, still shit at Korean, but standing among hustling people and waiting for your best friend to wrap up the moment heâs sharing with his long-time friend. Renjun finally catches your eyes as you awkwardly watch them on the side, your backpack becoming heavier each second youâre standing on the airport tiles. He pulls away from Mark, smiling, beaming towards you and offers a handshake.Â
âHwang Renjun,â he introduces. You remember their last names go first here. âNice to meet you.â
It almost startles you when he speaks English. Mark forgot to mention his friend is fluent, you think.Â
You tell him your name, voice smaller than it usually is, and express your relief that he speaks English.Â
âIâm originally not from here either,â he explains. âIâm Chinese. My family had to move here before I could even properly pronounce words for my Dadâs work. Went to an international school, where I met Mark back in second grade.â
So, heâs cute and multilingual. How unfair.
âAnd Iâd love to chat longer,â he says, switching to Korean now, before you can even respond. âBut Hyuck is waiting in his car. We could talk on our way to your dormitory. For now, letâs go. Hyuck hates waiting.â
âHyuck drove? What happened to your car?â Mark asks, helping you with your luggage and pushing the cart himself. Renjun insists to carry your backpack, and he had already gently pulled it from your shoulder before you could refuse.
Mark and Renjun talk about Hyuck, both switching to speaking Korean now, on their way out of the arrival area and it doesnât take long for them to spot their friendâs car outside. The rain had stopped pouring by the time youâre settling yourselves inside their friendâs car. The second you settle yourself on the leather seat, you sigh in relief. Traveling is a lot more exhausting than you had initially thought.Â
Renjun sits on the passenger seat, right beside Hyuck, you assume, and Mark settles himself beside you.
âMark Lee,â Hyuck greets, looking at Mark through the rearview mirror. âA pleasure to finally meet you.â
It takes you a second to understand what he said. Itâs only then that you realize you really are in Korea.Â
âLee Donghyuck,â Mark responds in the same tone. âYouâre real. Iâm happy to see you in person and not just through Facetime. I want to hug you.â
âAm I better looking in person?â Hyuck teases. âHug me when weâre at your dormitory. Iâll even kiss you on the lips if you want to.â
âDisgusting,â Mark grimaces. âBy the wayââ He turns his attention to you the same time Hyuck begins driving. âThis is Y/N.â
Hyuck only smiles, nodding a little to you through the rearview mirror, brushing his brown hair using his fingers to fix it up. Renjun begins to ask how the flight was and Mark replies. All three boys strike up a conversation in Korean and it was all too much, too fast, for you to catch up and understand anything, so you stay quiet on your seat, leaning against the window, and begin to wonder how things will go for the entire spring semester youâll be spending in this foreign city.Â
Mark never told you that the drive from Incheon to Seoul is long, so far that you didnât even realize you had fallen asleep. When you arrive at the dormitory, itâs past six in the afternoon and Markâs friends ask kindly if you want to go out for dinner. Politely and quite incoherently, you tell them that youâd like to stay. Mark insists on staying home with you and unpacking your belongings, but you urge him to go, spend some time with his friends and walk around. Mark hesitates, but agrees nonetheless, promising he will come back in an hour.
The place the program had picked for you and Mark is not that bad. Itâs nothing like home, but itâs not bad. It makes you wonder how Mark does it. You remember not being able to sleep on the first few nights on your dormitoryâs bed when you were a freshman. Mark had never told you if heâs had trouble adapting to places heâs been. Maybe you could ask him in the morning.Â
The exhaustion hits you again upon entering one of the rooms. Room assignment is yet to be decided, but Mark wouldnât mind if you sleep on one of the beds while heâs out. And so, you sleep.Â
You donât remember what you dream of. And Mark wakes you at seven in the morning, reminding you that you had to unpack and go grocery shopping. Momentarily, you forget where you are. It hits you the same way it does in his friendâs car. Youâre in a different country. A different language. A different time zone.Â
It doesnât feel like home at all even though itâs cold. But you guess youâll have to make it work. At least until the semester ends.Â
ě˝ěí´ě (yagsoghaeyo) â I promise
When Mark told you he knew a lot of people in Seoul, you shouldâve known he was bluffing because he literally knew only seven people.
Mark Leeâs friends are warm and loud and somehow you feel out of place when they all decide to hangout where you and Mark are. Itâs the first week of the semester, and you have completed all the orientation and tour you need; Mark, on the other hand, is still catching up with everyone.
By everyone, he meant Kevin Moon, a senior who is also Markâs cousinâs long-distance boyfriend who happens to be studying in SNU too, Hwang Renjun from Natural Sciences, Lee Donghyuck from Music, Lee Jeno and Na Jaemin from Engineering and Architecture, Zhong Chenle from Humanities, and Park Jisung from Business Administration. Which is why every day, for the past five days, youâre at a place called Arcade, with Mark and two or three people from their group.
It turns out Huang Renjun and Na Jaemin were Markâs friends from childhood, the others are friends by extension.
Huang Renjun, you understand why Mark is closest to him among all. Heâs soft all over but sharp in the mouth. Renjun, you learn, likes to talk about life and likes to give people advice when they need it. Heâs reserved with other people but is the complete opposite when heâs with his friends.
Lee Jeno is shy. He normally joins the group after his internship at a construction corporation in the outskirts of Seoul, which is why you havenât really seen him muchâonly twice. You havenât had that many conversations with him yet, but heâs kind enough to pass you the ketchup when he sees you staring at it from the end of the table.
Zhong Chenle and Park Jisung are best friends. Thereâs not a day that you have not seen either without the other, kind of reminds you of how you and Mark are. They join whenever one is availableâtwo peas in a pod.
Na Jaemin is the closest with Lee Donghyuck. You see them talking in their bubble more frequently than the others. Jaemin is mysterious and a little coldâthe complete opposite of Lee Donghyuck.
Lee Donghyuck, well, youâve got a lot to say about him.
It isnât necessarily an uncomfortable feeling, because Markâs friends are kind enough to slow down when they talk to you and are quite protective of you, especially when a random stranger bravely comes up to you to introduce themselves. Lee Donghyuck, in particular, whoâs as warm as the sun touching your skin at nine in the morning and whose voice is careful and assuring, ensures that youâre never out of placeâeven when you feel it all the time. From the day the semester started, there hasnât been a day when Donghyuck isnât hanging out with you and Mark at Arcade.
Mark normally picks you up from class because thank God your schedules are aligned to each other despite having different majors. The College of Social Sciences is quiet, unlike the building right beside you, College of Music, and Mark usually takes five minutes to find you, because you canât trust yourself to walk around on your ownâat least not yet. But today, Mark asked if you could meet Kevin first because his girlfriend had something for him from Canada.
âHyungseo!â You hear someone call, making you look up from your phone to see Kevin walking towards you. He stops and turns around, a girl youâve seen around the college of social sciences once or twice running towards him.
âDonât forget to bring the laminated cards we need for Friday!â the lady shouts. Kevin gives her a thumbs up and turns back to you.
âY/N, right?â he asks in English. You nod. He offers a hand. âIâm sorry we havenât met personally yet. But Iâm Kevin.â
âShe called you Hyungseo, though,â you trail off, accepting the handshake anyway. âIâve seen your pictures from Giselleâs phone, so I knew it was you.â
He laughs. âHyungseoâs my Korean name. You shouldâve packed her with you.â
You reach for your bag and hand him the box thatâs been sitting in your backpack all day. âHere,â you say. âNo plans on visiting sometime soon?â
Kevin sighs. âI wish I could,â he answers. âItâs not as easy as we thought.â
âYou guys sound okay though,â you comment. âI mean, Giselle always sounds so happy when she talks about you back home.â
This makes Kevin smile. âOh, she does?â
âWhy would she think of getting you a gift all the way from home if sheâs not?â you ask, biting your tongue as soon as the words come out. âSorry, I shouldnât ask.â
âLetâs talk about this over some soju when you find a dude you want to spend the rest of your life with here,â he jokes. âThanks for bringing this. You and Mark have been so busy; heâs been declining all my invitations to hangout.â
You sigh, âYeah. Itâs only the first week and there are lot of things we had to do. Iâll ask him if we can hang out on the weekend?â
Kevin agrees and hands his phone to you, asking to put your number so he could call you. You do and tell him youâre grateful you could talk to someone in English aside from Mark and bid him goodbye when he leaves. You shoot Mark a text, telling him youâll be waiting for him and that Kevinâs dropped by to get his gift from Giselle.
Hence, you wait outside, busying yourself with your phone, trying to avoid any interaction as much as you can, and you donât notice Donghyuck standing beside you until he taps your shoulder and gives you a warm smile.
âMark is running late,â he says slowly. âLetâs go to Arcade together.â
You smile at Donghyuckâs attempt to pronounce Arcade how you would and nod at him. He leads the way out of the building, his backpack on one shoulder, and asks you how your classes are so far.
âItâs okay,â you answer because itâs all you can think of. âThank God my professor in Psychology speaks English.â
Donghyuck hums. âIt must be difficult for you.â
âIt is,â you confess.
Among everyone you have met so far, Donghyuck gives you the feeling of comfort; youâre not exactly the most outgoing person nor the leastâyou were in between. You were okay with that. And you were okay that Donghyuck is okay with that, too. He doesnât push you to speak more (probably because he knows you most likely do not know how to say whatever you had in mind), but can be very persuasive when thereâs a hint that youâre relaxed.
Lee Donghyuck is bold and charming and amiable like nobody youâve ever known. Normally, or at least with how youâre used to, people are a little more reserved around people they just met. And culturally speaking, you didnât expect Donghyuck to be so forward and already so comfortable hanging out with you, what more with having conversations like this.
âDonât worry, though,â he assures. âYouâll be fine. Youâre here for about six months, anyway. I promise itâll be the best six months of your college years.â
Heâs also bright like thisâoptimistic and kind and assuring. Youâre glad Mark is friends with people like him, with Donghyuck.
âDonât make promises you canât keep,â you try to say, a phrase Mark taught you the other night. âDid I say that right?â
Donghyuck giggles, stopping and reaching up to ruffle your hair. âYouâre absolutely adorable.â
âThat, I am,â you joke back, more comfortable around him now.
âI promise,â he says. âItâll be so good; you wouldnât want to go back to Canada.â
íęľë§ ě 몝í´ě (hangugmal jal moshaeyo) â I donât speak Korean well | 죽ěë (jug-eullae) â Do you want to die?
Donghyuck turns out to be a better teacher than Lee Minho and Mark Lee combined. He gifts you a small, pocket-friendly notebook, asking you to keep it for the rest of your stay, notably commenting that the materialâs size will allow you to bring it everywhere you go. Hence, the tiny, brown faux leather notebook is safely tucked between your necessities inside your bag.
The first sentence he teaches you turns out to be the most essential: I donât speak Korean well.
Donghyuck takes you to a cafĂŠ called 7 Days, an entirely different vibe compared to Arcade. You donât question Donghyuck when he puts an arm on your shoulder as you walk together inside the cafĂŠ, but he asks you right away when he must have felt you stiffen from the touch: âIs this okay?â
âYes,â you answer quietly.
Donghyuck smiles warmly at you. âHere, have a look around and Iâll get you something to drink before we decide what we want to eat. I have the perfect drink for you!â
He goes before you could say anything. You look and realize that the cafĂŠ is not so bad. Its aesthetic is the complete opposite of what Arcadeâs going forâcozy, serene, almost like a good place to study or sleep in, whatever you need to survive the dayâand the Biscoff latte is bomb, you donât think you can drink latte differently now.
Conversations with Donghyuck could, well, unfortunately, go only where your limit is. Heâs fun and likes to tell a lot of stories, but itâs always interrupted with you asking what a word means and him pulling up his phone and have his translation app say it for you. He makes jokes that you regrettably do not understand, but Donghyuck doesnât take it to the heart and only says: âBy the end of the term, youâll be saying these jokes to Mark Lee.â
Donghyuck excuses himself to go to the toilet about an hour later and allows you a few minutes by yourself, which you happily spend taking pictures of the interior of the cafĂŠ. You sigh when you realize you didnât take a picture of the Biscoff latte when it was full and pretty. Someone taps you on the shoulder, and it could only be Donghyuck, so you turn with a smile.
âI forgot to take a picture of the drinkâOh.â Itâs not Donghyuck. âIâm sorry, how can I help you?â you ask politely.
The man towers over you and he smiles warmly. Your cheeks flush when he does, because you probably mispronounce each syllable from that sentence. âIâm Sanha.â
You bow courteously, still have 0 idea why the man is talking to you.
âI donât see you around often,â he says. âAnd Iâm here, like, almost all the time unless I have a class. My dad owns the place. How do you like it so far?â
âItâs⌠okay,â you say. Sanha chuckles, and your face is hot you probably look like a red potato now. âI mean, not just okay, I just canât find the words toââ
He takes Donghyuckâs seat. âI can teach you,â he offers. âWe can meet up here, andââ
Donghyuck calls your name, voice firm and monotonous like never before. âItâs getting late. Mark texted me to take you home early because Chenleâs making dinner at your place.â
You look at Sanha apologetically, still unable to reply properly so you only say, âIâm sorry.â
Donghyuck doesnât give you the chance to say anything more because heâs already helping you out of your seat, turning you around so you could start walking towards the door, pushing you until youâre out of the cafĂŠ.
You hear him sigh as you walk away from the cafĂŠ, arm around your shoulder like how you entered the place.
âY/N, my sweet pea,â he softly says. âPlease donât to talk strangers.â
You shrug, âItâs not like I could just ignore him when he was already taking you space.â
He scoffs. âWhen strangers start talking to you and being all brave and upfront, you tell them: I donât speak Korean well. Then just start hitting them with English words and exaggerate your accent. Thatâs how Mark Lee tries to avoid conversations with girls sometimes because heâs a loser and women make him nervous.â
âI donât speak Korean well,â you repeat, slowly pronouncing each syllable.
âWhereâs the notebook I asked you to bring everywhere?â Donghyuck asks. âWrite that down.â
You nod and tell him youâd do it later. Donghyuck leads the way towards the stop just in time for the bus thatâs about to leave. You and him hop in, taking the seats in the back, giggling when Donghyuck almost topples over as soon as the bus starts to move. He lets you sit by the window and starts telling you about how his sister always fights him to get the window seat and heâs never won so he naturally just gives people the said seat.
Youâre nearby the next stop when you ask him: âDonghyuck, what if I tell people I donât speak Korean well and they wouldnât stop bothering me?â
Donghyuck looks nice in his brown, fluffy jacket, face bare, his eyeglasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. He looks even nice whenever he smiles like this.
âY/N, do you know how cute you are?â An answer you donât expect. âYouâre so cute when you ask questions like this. I want to put you in my pocket.â
âDonghyuck,â you sigh, expecting a serious answer.
He reaches up to pat your head. âYou wonât have to worry because we wonât let you be on your own unless you ask us to stay away. Especially me. Not me. Iâll make sure to take care of you and Mark while the two of you are here.â
You nod, still not satisfied with the answer. The Sanha situation awhile ago makes you realize how helpless youâd be if you werenât with Mark or any of his friends. Donghyuck probably notices your dissatisfaction when he feels like youâre sulking, which you definitely are, because he chuckles and pokes your cheek to get your attention again.
âIf it makes you feel better,â he says. âYou could always ask them if they want to die.â
âThatâs mean!â you gasp.
âOr tell them to fuck off,â he shrugs.
âDonghyuck!â
âWhat?â he asks. âItâs not like I donât hear you and Mark say âfuck youâ to each other every day.â
You laugh at that. âSaying it in Korean hits different.â
âRight!â Donghyuck agrees. âIâve been telling people saying fuck you in Korean has more impact than in any other language. I can say the word fuck every day.â
âYou kiss your mother with that mouth?â you joke.
Donghyuck coos. âOh, Iâm so proud of you. Youâre cracking jokes now.â
The bus halts at your stop, and Donghyuck helps you up by taking your hand the way heâs helping you learn the language. Itâs only when youâve reached the street to the apartment you share with Mark that you realized youâve been holding hands all the way from the bus stop.
ě ěëŹě§ ěě´ě (jeo alleoji iss-eoyo) â Iâm allergic
âDo you not understand what you just did, Mark Lee?â you ask in disbelief.
Itâs only a month into your stay in Seoul, and Mark does the dumbest thing ever. Mark Lee comes home with a pet cat.
There were three rules for the spring semester, three very specific and very easy rules: one, to always text each otherâs location as soon as you step foot outside of the apartment (which you and him are constantly compliant about; you love Mark Lee for that); two, to never skip a class unless youâre sick (youâre only here until July; Mark decided heâs not wasting a single day in Seoul, even if it means going to classes on time and by schedule without fail); and lastly, donât keep things you wonât be able to take back home.
Mark had said that these rules are specifically for you because rule number one ensures your safety, rule number ensures you get the real Korean education experience, and rule number three apparently ensures youâre not leaving anything important at the airport when you leaveâwhich now you think is bullshit. The rules are more for him than you, but you love Mark Lee, and itâs not like the cat isnât cute.
âBut, Y/N,â Mark pouts. âShe kept on staring at me with these eyes when Renjun was busy comparing brands of dog treats. It was like her eyes were calling me, asking me to take her home!â
The calico cat is a baby; Mark said itâs not even five months old yet. Itâs the last from seven siblings, the last one to be adopted (and you think Mark is only telling you this to convince you this is a good idea. She jumps out from Markâs lap and goes to you, staring at you first before settling herself on your lap.
âShe loves you already!â Mark comments.
You sigh. âMark. You know we canât take her home, right? Weâre leaving in like, five months.â
âWhich means I have five months to convince our friends to adopt her while Iâm in Canada!â he answers enthusiastically, his eyes almost sparkling with the way heâs talking. âI couldnât just leave her there. My heart wouldnât allow me to leave without her!â
âFine,â you give up. âDonât cry on me on the plane back home when we leave her.â
Mark chuckles. âI think I should be more worried about you crying on the plane back home.â
Someone knocks on your door before you can ask what he means by that. Itâs Mark who stands and welcome the person, and of course, itâs Donghyuck.
Itâs Saturday. Saturday means Donghyuck comes and hangs out at your place because he no longer has to work in the university library on the weekends. Heâd quit, saying his big mouth isnât fit for the library, and had asked the school administration to reassign him to another facility. Part of his scholarship is to work at least 16 hours a week in one of the universityâs facilities. Heâs paid, of course, but Donghyuck says heâs not paid enough to keep his mouth shut for 16 hours a week. The admin asked for a week to figure out where heâd be assigned next, so he had this entire weekend all to himself, which, to how it looks like now, heâd decided to spend with you and Mark.
Mark lets Donghyuck in. The latterâs smile falters when he sees you; he only gives you a curt nod. And itâs not like youâre expecting Donghyuck to cuddle you on the couch, alright? Itâs just that, youâve known each other for a month now, and have hung out together a handful of timesâjust the two of youâand he called you yesterday telling you heâd come hangout with you and Mark for the weekend, even said something about teaching you to play Apex if you have the energy for it. And itâs not like heâs obligated to come sit beside you as soon as he enters your apartment, but youâre confused when he sits on the single couch far away from you, stance uncomfortable and his face looking like heâd rather be elsewhere.
Markâs voice fades away when he asks Donghyuck what their plans are, to which Donghyuck answers: âIâm actually just here to say hi. Iâm leaving in a bit.â
âNo way,â Mark protests.
âOr we could go out?â Donghyuck offers.
âUh-uh,â Mark refuses. âY/N has been excited all morning to see you. Youâre not going to disappoint her today.â
âI didnât say anythingââ You try to say, but couldnât translate what you want to say quick enough. âDonghyuck obviously doesnât want to be here.â
Over the course of a month living in Seoul, you and Donghyuck had grown closer more than anyone. It would be ridiculous to deny Donghyuckâs seemingly unceasing affection towards you, and in the same manner, it would be a lie if youâd say youâre not enjoying all the attention heâs been giving you. Above the flirty and friendly advances he makes (but never crossing the line), Donghyuck has grown to be a good friend. During the first couple of weeks, you would refer to him as Markâs friend; itâs safe you say youâre friends with him now.
Donghyuckâs decided to pick you up from the college of Social Sciences, convincing Mark that his building is literally next to yours and that a ten-minute walk to Arcade with you is not going to hurt himâMarkâs been walking with you for many years anyway, he would mumble under his breath, close enough for you to hear but distant enough for you to understand what he truly means. Hence, with the growing friendship you have with him, you wonder what you had done this time.
âItâs not like that,â Donghyuck answers the question you had in mind, both hands raised in defense. You raise an eyebrow. âThat.â
Donghyuck points at your lap, Markâs unnamed cat sleeping soundly now. Oh.
âIâm allergic,â he explains. âI canât be around one within like a five-meter radius otherwise, I would, like, you know, die.â
âYouâre exaggerating,â Mark comments. âAre you really?â
âYeah,â Donghyuck confirms. âThe allergens are getting to me. My throat is starting to close up. I have to leave now.â
This startles you and Mark, the latter quickly taking the calico cat from your lap and quickly taking it to his room. You reckon the catâs allergens are all over you so you sit as far away as you can from Donghyuck.
âItâs fine,â he assures, but he already looks like heâs choking. âItâs not that serious. They usually just give me allergic rashes and kind of triggers my asthma. So, weâre good.â
âBut you have a dog!â you remark. âYou never told me youâre allergic to cats!â
He chuckles, âWell, you learn something every day.â
âThere are some anti-histamine tablets from the cupboard,â you point out, still seated where you are. âI probably have allergens on my hands; please go get yourself one.â
Donghyuck does what heâs told, taking one and opening the fridge to get himself a bottle of water. You tell him youâre changing your clothes and ask him to wait up, offering to go out and have a meal with him instead.
Mark knocks on your door a couple of minutes later, finding you dressed up, a knowing smile playing on his lips. âDonghyuck said heâd wait outside. You look nice.â
âI know I look nice,â you say as you go back to your vanity to throw whatever youâd need for the day in your small dumpling bag, including a box of Benadryl. âYouâre not coming with us because you have cat all over you.â
Mark chuckles, leaning against the doorframe. âDonghyuck literally told me the same thing. Heâs growing on you,â
You only hum in response, checking your bag for the last time before walking towards the door where Mark Lee is still leaning on, the same smirk playing on his lips still plastered.
âWhat?â you ask.
Mark doesnât say anything, but he raises and shows you his right hand, sticking three fingers up.
먚ěěľëë¤ (meog-eossseubnida) - The meal was good.
Seoul National Universityâs library is as quiet as it can be; itâs almost scary how the only sounds youâd only hear are the faint sounds of pages being flipped and pens gliding on notepads, and the eerie echoes of the tension coming from students who are either cramming on an assignment or jumping from one subject to another in hopes of getting everything they read retained in their head.
Donghyuck used to tell you this is the exact reason why he didnât like working at the library. Itâs too quiet but too loud at the same time. You chuckle at the memory of him telling you anecdotes of his short-lived employment in the library and wonder how different it is being the soccer teamâs laundry guy. Heâs probably pouting all the way from the beginning of his shift until the end.
âHere,â Jung Sungchan disrupts your thoughts, keeping his voice as quiet as possible. âI found these, maybe it could help bridge the gap weâre struggling on.â
You and Sungchan are paired up for a two-week long assignment for one of your major subjects. The objective was to present a summarized and substantial report on the welfare state, and you think Sungchan must have tripped on all the bad luck in his life to have been paired up with someone who couldnât speak Korean that well, because, well, the books they had are mostly in Korean. If speaking and understanding Korean is a struggle for you, reading the damn language is hell.
âThis is a good thing,â Sungchan assures. âThere are resources online that are mostly in English. We can combine everything we find and construct the report from there!â
You nod and hand over the book youâre reading before he arrived, explaining that you found a chapter that could be very helpful. The boy fires up his laptop and starts accessing the website your professor had recommended you to use.
Sat side by side, you and Sungchan study in silence, except for when he asks you to read an article for him and explain what it means. The session lasts for hours, thank God you and him didnât have classes for the rest of the day, and within those hours of studying with Sungchan, you canât help but notice the looks you were getting anytime someone passes by the two of you.
Itâs no secret that Jung Sungchan is probably one of the most attractive men in the university. Heâs tall and has skin thatâs as clear as a day in summer, smile that could swoon a lot of people off their feet, broad shoulders thatâs probably carrying the entire hockey team for this yearâs seasonâand yes, it doesnât help the fact that Jung Sungchan is the most popular jock at the moment, apparently for hard carrying the team to win last yearâs trophy, ending Seoul National Universityâs 10-year drought and awakening the schoolâs love for sports back. And you think itâs quite unfair that people like him exist. Because you would expect that heâs an asshole who doesnât care about his grades because heâs essentially SNUâs hero at the moment, but heâs not. Jung Sungchan, you learn, takes his degree in Social Sciences very seriously.
And itâs evident with the way his eyebrows are furrowed as he reads the tenth book he found from the shelves.
âI think this part makes more sense now,â he points out, leaning closer so he could show you the article heâs reading. âIn residual regimes, welfare-seeking units are primarily family and market. On the other hand, in the institutional welfare regime, the function of providing welfare belongs directly to the state.â
âBut countries with different social conditions and lifestyles should have differed in terms of welfare states,â you argue. âWe have to consider that the development of industrialization and production growth could be very different from one country to another.â
Sungchan hums. âGood point. Perhaps we can find more of that from Wilensky and Lebauxâs work. Do you have the book over there?â
You nod and hand him the book. Just as Sungchan flips the book open, Mark occupies the seat across you.
âWeâve been calling you,â Mark whispers to you, then turning to look at Sungchan. âHey, man. Mark. Y/Nâs best friend.â
Sungchan gives him a polite nod before going back to the book. You raise an eyebrow at Mark and slip your phone from the pocket of your backpack and find all the missed calls from him, Renjun, and Donghyuck.
âMy phoneâs been on silent for like, I donât know, four hours,â you tell him, slipping your phone back to your back. âAnd I texted you Iâd be at the library.â
âYeah, like four hours ago,â he answers. âI didnât think youâd really stay here for four hours. Anywayââ Mark pulls out a lunch bag and slides it across the table. âDonghyuck made this for you. He figured youâd be hungry.â
Itâs only then that it hit you. The last meal you had was that bagel you had for breakfast on the way to school, which you had seven or eight hours ago.
âMy sweet Donghyuckie,â you coo, thankful for his thoughtfulness. âThanks, Mark. Sungchan and I will share because weâll be here until we finish at least the structure of the report.â
âItâs getting late though,â Mark points out.
Sungchan clears his throat. âI can drive you home.â
âGreat!â Mark exclaims, which earns him multiple shushes from the other students studying. âSorry. Great!â he says again, in a whisper this time.
Mark bids goodbye to you and offers a handshake to Sungchan, telling him heâll see him often in the next two weeks or for as long as you and him are paired-up on your major subjects. Sungchan gives him one last assurance youâll be home safe.
You ask Sungchan to take a break and open the lunch bag. Inside it are two bento boxes full of food, too much for one person, and you donât take another minute to wait. Sungchan must have been hungry too, because he doesnât refuse when you offer the other half of your meal to him.
Youâre not really sure how much longer you and Sungchan stay in the library, but as soon as youâve finalized the structure of the report and have agreed on assigned topics, he suggests that you and him go home and meet up again on Friday so you can start assembling the presentation. And as promised, Sungchan drives you home, glad when he realized your apartment is only ten minutes away from his.
Itâs already ten in the evening when you reach home. Markâs probably already sleeping, you think when you donât see any light peaking from smallest of the small space between his door and the floor. Itâs late anyway, and you donât really have much energy to tell him about your day like you always do. In fact, you donât even have the energy to shower anymore, and because you donât like sleeping on your bed with your outside clothes, you opt to sleep on the couch tonight.
The last thing you do is shoot Donghyuck a text message: âThe meal was good.â
ěźę°ę´ęł (sam-gak-kwan-gae) â love triangle
Jung Sungchan invites you watch to one of his preliminary games the day after you completed the report with him. Mark teasingly tells you that you have boys wrapped around your finger not even two months living in Seoul. You deny the claims, of course, because Sungchan is nothing but a good friend and you donât see him as anything more.
Donghyuck is the first person you think of when Sungchan gives you two spare tickets for the game, and you like to think that itâs only because you donât want Mark teasing you and accusing you of romance all afternoon, and also because Donghyuck has a car and Mark is a shit navigator so you canât trust him to commute with you from the university to the indoor arena where the game is being held.
SNUâs team wins, of course, and you proudly cheer for Sungchan, which earns you a side eye from Donghyuck. You shrug it off and pretend that you didnât see.
âCan we go now?â Donghyuck asks, bored, when people start leaving the arena.
You shake your head. âSungchan asked me to wait for him after the game.â
âYou know that barbecue place I told you weâd go to?â Donghyuck reminds. âWe can go thereââ
Your phone rings. Itâs Sungchan. Donghyuck sighs.
âCongratulations, nerd!â is the first thing you tell him. Sungchan thanks you, laughing from the other end of the call, and apologizes that he can no longer meet you because the teamâs been hogging him the second they won the round.
âItâs fine,â you assure. âIâm with Donghyuck, anyway. Iâll see you at school?â
âNo, no,â Sungchan answers. âThereâs a small celebration party at Shotaroâs house. Itâs a twenty to thirty-minute drive from your apartment. Iâll send you the location. Go there.â
Sungchan hangs up, and not even a second later, you receive a text from him, a location pinned on the message. You show the message and pout at Donghyuck, and heâs looking at you all bored, rolling his eyes, before nodding and taking your hand so you and him could leave the arena.
The drive to the place takes about an hour from the arena, and you spend it singing along to Michael Jacksonâs songs.
âYou have a really nice voice,â you comment. Donghyuck laughs.
âBaby,â he says. âI wouldnât be pursuing a career in music if I had a shitty voice.â
The nickname gives you a flush, and you could only hope Donghyuck wouldnât notice.
Almost two months into meeting Lee Donghyuck, you find yourself unable to keep your heartbeat down whenever he does things like thisâcalling you nicknames, randomly showing up in places where you are just to say hi, holding your hand, texting and calling you every day, spending his weekends and times off with you, and doing simple and domestic things for youâand your heart tells you itâs okay. Thereâs nothing wrong with a whirlwind romance in Seoul. Donghyuck doesnât ever hesitate, and the fact that youâre holding back means you really like him. But the rational part of you says itâs not really a good idea to be in a situationship with someone who will most likely forget you as soon as you go back to Canada, and you canât afford a heartache from miles away. Besides, Donghyuck probably isnât that serious with whatever thatâs going on.
Rumors say (by rumors, you mean Chenle and Jisung) that Donghyuck is the type of guy who dates one girl after another. Because heâs bold and charming and amiable and likes to expand his choices, and he finds that thereâs nothing wrong with dating as long as he doesnât date multiple women at the same time. You havenât really seen him out on a date since you had met him. Rumor (Chenle) says that heâs been single since fall of last year and had committed to stay single this year because of the messy breakup and also because heâs on his last year of college, heâd need to focus on stepping up his game if he wants entertainment companies to fight over him as soon as he starts looking for agencies after graduation. Another rumor (Jisung) says heâs rejected many women who have tried to sleep with him since news broke that Lee Donghyuck is newly single. The rumor says heâs as popular as Jung Sungchan when it comes to women, which, if youâre being honest, gives you some kind of pedestal to walk hand-in-hand with him in the university grounds. You realize now that you get the same look from women when youâre with Donghyuck like the stares you got whenever you and Sungchan are stuck in the library for hours of studying.
The only difference is that, well, you like that people stare at you with a hint of jealousy whenever youâre with Donghyuck.
âWhy havenât you invited me to your gigs?â you ask before you could even think about it. âSungchanâs only been friends with me for like three weeks and he already got me tickets to his game. You, on the other handâŚâ
The car halts to a slow stop, Donghyuckâs phone telling you that youâve arrived at your location. Donghyuck doesnât switch off the engine though. He chuckles licking his lips, then poking his tongue on his cheeks, fucking with your heart and hormones in the process. He keeps his hand on the steering wheel and turns to look at you, eyes hazed in attraction like heâs pulling you in.
âBaby,â he says in a whisper almost. âI donât like love triangles.â
âLove⌠triangles?â you repeat.
âLove triangles,â he says in English. âI fucking hate it. And weâre not about to go through that trope in our love story here. So, let me make it clear before we go inside and before you even think about sticking to Sungchan all night.â
You gulp.
âThereâs no Sungchan in the equation,â he states like a command and you find yourself nodding, agreeing. âItâs only you and me. Tonight, there will be a lot of people and none of them will be in the equation. Tonight, youâre sticking with me and weâll talk about this tomorrow. Have fun with me and see if you want to take this to another level, because if you ask me, Iâve been dying to fucking kiss you since the semester began.â
This territory is new, and this Donghyuck is new, too. Heâs always been affectionate and heâs never held back, but this new level of honesty is astonishing. Damn attractive if youâre being honest.
âCome here,â he says, ridding himself from his seatbelt. You do the same, leaning closer to him. Donghyuck holds your cheeks with both hands, smiling down at you before leaning in to kiss your forehead. âIâm not giving you mixed signals. This is me giving you a clear, direct sign that I like you and I like what we have, but Iâd love to take another step. Iâve been thinking about it, and I donât really want someone to enter the equation while Iâm trying to woo you.â
You giggle. âYou already successfully wooed the romance out of me the second you started holding my hand, Lee Donghyuck. And no, there wonât be love triangles.â
Donghyuckâs honesty fires up some courage in you, and you like the feeling of watching him falter when you lean in, hand on the back of his neck, and kiss him for the first time. The man melts in your kiss and in your touch, but doesnât wait for another heartbeat to kiss you back. And despite of the bottled-up and eagerness from both sides, the first kiss is soft the first time, featherlike and sweet. His lips are even softer than they look and his lips already look plump as it is, and when Donghyuck licks your lips and invites himself in, God, he makes sure you taste the sweetness from his mouth and in a minute youâre addicted and you kiss and kiss and kiss, lips locking, tongue gliding, breaths gasping.
Itâs him who pulls away, leaving you with dazed eyes wanting, wanting, wanting more.
Donghyuck gives you one last kiss on the forehead. âLetâs go.â
ě´ë ę˛? (ireoke) â Like this?
You donât end up seeing Sungchan at all in the party, and you donât mind because Donghyuck keeps you glued to his side. The party is fun, but you and Donghyuck decide not to drink a single drop of alcohol. To him, itâs because he has to drive. To you, itâs because you want to be entirely sober to remember whatever happens tonight.
Donghyuck makes out with you in the corner of the living room where people are crumpled, and you like that he doesnât care that people see. He holds you by the waist and on your neck, and you get it now. You get why women are lining up to sleep with Donghyuck, because if he can kiss like this, what else can he do with his mouth?
You shoot a message to Sungchan with a selfie of you and Donghyuck, thanking him for inviting you to the party and telling him youâll see him on your next class together (Donghyucks suggests you send Sungchan a picture of you and him making out.) and prompt to leave. Donghyuck says goodbye to a few people he knew, holding you by the waist all the way from the house to where his car is parked.
Donghyuck drives you to his apartment and tells you heâs told Mark youâd be sleeping at his place tonight. The drive itself was intense enough and Donghyuckâs doing an amazing job keeping his cool while youâre practically sweating from the passengerâs seat.
You donât even get a good look at his apartment when you arrive, because Donghyuckâs already kissing you as he rids himself of his jacket. Donghyuck doesnât kiss you softly this time; he kisses you like heâs leaving a mark on your mouth, almost like he wants to bruise his presence inside you. He helps you get slip out of your jacket, pulling away quickly to kick his shoes off, before carrying you bridal style and bringing you to his room, kicking the door behind.
Despite the roughness of his kisses, he puts you to bed gently, ridding himself of his shirt and kneeling on the floor so he could help you out of your socks. He leans up once heâs done, one hand on your jaw to pull you down for another kiss, the other caressing your thigh.
âPlease tell me this is okay,â he whispers. You nod. âI need your words, baby.â
âYes, Donghyuck,â you answer, breathless when he starts kissing your neck. âThis is okay. Please touch me.â
Donghyuck pushes you a little so half of your body is lying on his bed, your feet flat on his carpeted floor, tugging the loops of your jeans, urging you to lift your hips so he can rid you out of the material. He pulls you back up to take your shirt off from your torso, then heâs helping you back up from the edge of the bed towards the headboard as he crawls on top of you.
âDonghyuck,â you gasp when he goes back to kissing you. You realize that Donghyuck like kissing with the way heâs using his mouth to imprint his presence in you, his tongue licking everywhere it can reach inside your mouth, and he tastes like mint and the soda he had at the party, and heâs everything that you want. âTouch me, please.â
âLike this?â Donghyuck reaches down to rub your clit through the material of your underwear. He rubs slow, teasingly, and kisses you on the mouth when you groan. He dips his head lower and kisses your neck; he bites and nips and sucks and youâre sure itâs leaving a mark youâd have to conceal the next day. âWant me to touch you like this, baby?â
A moan elicits from your throat, and Donghyuck doesnât waste any more time. He slips his warm hand between your skin and your underwear, really touching you, rubbing your clit gently, his digits dragging itself on your slit slowly, gathering your wetness then going back to rub your clit again, more roughly with the pool of wetness his fingers have now.
âLike this?â he asks again, pushing a finger inside when he finds your hole, urging another moan from your lips.
âOh my God, Donghyuck,â you gasp when he fingers you gently, your wetness making a sound when he adds another finger. Donghyuck takes his time, biting his lips as he watches you writhe underneath his touch.
âPull your bra down,â he breathes out, and you do. When your breasts are out on the open, Donghyuck doesnât waste time and locks lips with your nipple, sucking and licking as he fingers the sanity out of you. He alternates from fingering you with two digits and rubbing you using his thumb, and youâre all putty and messy under him, and you want more, more, more, more.
âBaby, please fuck me,â you beg. âPlease, Donghyuck. Please fuck meâ
Donghyuck hushes you. âI will, baby. Iâll fuck you so well, youâll come running back to me tomorrow and the day after, and the day after.â
But he doesnât. He pulls his fingers out, hold you by your jaw so you could lock eyes while he licks the proof of your attraction to him from his fingers, sucking and showing you just how well he could use his tongue. He doesnât fuck you get but he rids you of the last garments from your body and does the fucking impossible.
Donghyuck eats you out like itâs the last meal heâll ever have. He swirls his tongue on your clit as he pushes his digits back in your hole, fingering you like itâs all heâs ever wanted, and heâs got you chanting his name like a prayer when his tongue laps your sex, even more when he replaces his fingers with his tongue. Youâre writhing and screaming and Donghyuckâs holding your legs apart while he pleasures you with his mouth and hands.
You donât want to cum yet, but Donghyuckâs so, so good, and it looks like heâs not stopping anytime soon. He tongues you back to your clit and fingers you with three digits, fast and rough.
âDonghyuck, Iâm going toââ You see white and stars and you stay still when Donghyuck continues fingering you, moving all three fingers in an upward motion, reaching where you want him the most, mouth sucking your clit as you ride the first orgasm youâve had in months.
Donghyuck lets you have your moment when itâs done, taking the time to lick the slick wetness from his fingers down to his wrist, kneeling between your legs. You push yourself up so that youâre sitting with your legs wide open, your palms flat on his sheets, head tilted for a kiss. Donghyuck leans over and kisses you again, and you never thought youâd like tasting yourself in his tongue. You guess everything tastes sweeter when itâs in Donghyuckâs mouth.
âOff, please,â you murmur, pulling the loops from his jeans. Donghyuck obeys, removing all pieces of clothing until heâs naked.
You marvel at his beauty, licking your lips when you finally see him bare and clean. His golden skin looks like honey and you want to kiss the fuck out of his collarbones and leave your mark for everyone to see. Your eyes travel from his chest down to the trail from his tummy down to his erect cock. Heâs hard and red and you salivate from how big he looks and feel yourself getting even more wet at the thought of him fucking you. Before you know it, youâre reaching out, moving so you could kneel, and taking his hardness in your hand. Donghyuck moans for the first time tonight, and you plan to elicit that sound from him all night.
Stroking him slowly, you feel a rush of satisfaction when Donghyuck pants your name. âOh my God,â he moans when you bend over, a palm flat on his sheets, your other hand stroking him as you take him to your mouth. He gathers your hair and watches you from above, and you purposely stick your ass up higher when you feel him twitch as you take more of his cock into your mouth. When youâre about halfway, you stroke the rest of what you canât take and start sucking and licking, and Donghyuck makes the absolute best sound ever. You like his voice when he sings, but you donât think anything could compare with how heâs whining your name as you suck his dick thoroughly, licking and jerking off whatever your mouth couldnât fit. A part of you wants to ask Donghyuck to fuck your mouth, bruise your throat with his dick and cum straight down your fucking stomach if he wants to, but that could be arranged next time. This time, with his dick hard and wet from your mouth, you want him to fuck you.
You suck him one last time before you pull away, a string of your saliva following when you look up at Donghyuck. âNow, will you fuck me?â
Donghyuck looks fucked out, eyes dazed with lust, and you want nothing more than for him to ruin you. And Donghyuck doesnât need to be asked twice.
He crawls back up until youâre lying on your back, legs wide open for him, and kneels between your legs. âReady and sure?â he asks for the last time, stroking himself.
âPull out when you cum,â is all you say and Donghyuck goes for it. He gives you a kiss and rests one of his forearms beside your arm, massaging the head of his cock on your opening until heâs stretching you out.
âFuck,â Donghyuck groans when he feels your tightness. âGod damn, Y/N, when was the last time you got fucked?â
âIâI canât remember,â you say. âNone of them were worth remembering.â
âAnd me?â Donghyuck asks as he pushes deeper until heâs fully stretched you and his pelvis is leaning against your clit. âWill you remember me?â
âAsk me next time,â you breathe out. âI think youâll have to fuck me every day so I can remember.â
Donghyuck gives you some time, kissing you softly. âWhen was the last time you fucked anyone?â you ask in return.
âI canât remember,â he parrots. âNone of them were worth remembering. All I know is that this is the first time Iâm feeling someone raw.â Then he bottoms out, gives you only half a second before heâs thrusting back and out and back and out and back and out, slowly but surely fucking you well.
Donghyuck fucks you like he means it. His hips snap roughly but makes sure you feel all of him before he thrusts out and heâs everywhere. His tongue is in your mouth, then on your neck, his free hand is caressing one of your breasts, playing with your nipples, and heâs making you feel so, so good and youâre not sure how you go back from here. Youâre not sure how you could go on with life knowing how well Donghyuck can fuck you. Heâs got you squirming and reaching your second orgasm only minutes into fucking the life out of you.
When youâre close, Donghyuck pushes himself up so that heâs kneeling again, and lifts both your legs, resting your calves on either side of his shoulders, hugging your legs so he can fuck you deeper in this angle. The precision makes you chant his name over and over again and he takes one of his hands down to rub your clit. You try your best to hold back from cumming because the way heâs fucking you now feels so damn good that you want it to last for a long time. He thrusts in and out quickly, his balls hitting the bottom of your ass again and again.
âCome for me, baby,â he says. âLet go.â
So, you do, and Donghyuck keeps on fucking you through it. Donghyuck lets you finish, before heâs pushing the back of your knees down so your thighs are pressed up against your stomach, chasing his own orgasm, and fucks you hard, without rhythm, until he is moaning your name like praise and heâs pulling out so he could release on your stomach. You reach up to caress his cheek as you watch him in awe as he finishes, his face contorted in pleasure, lips wet and eyes closed.
When itâs done, Donghyuck kisses you on the forehead and helps you clean up. He leaves to go to the bathroom for a minute to grab a warm, wet towel, cleaning your stomach, and carries you back to the bathroom with him. The shower is warm, and Donghyuck is gentle and sweet when he cleans you up, giving you kisses when he pats you dry once heâs gotten rid of the shampoo and body wash from your hair and skin. Donghyuck tells you thereâs a spare toothbrush on behind the mirror and washes himself as you brush your teeth, naked but warm.
Donghyuck tells you to that the right side of his closet is where you can find the clothes he uses at home and you follow as he finishes cleaning himself up. You take the liberty to take one of his shirts that are still too big for you despite Donghyuckâs frame and slip a pair of cotton shorts.
Donghyuck finds you half-asleep when heâs done showering; he sleeps shirtless, you reckon, because he crawls to bed only in sweatpants. He cuddles you from behind, kissing the clothed shoulder, and the last thing you hear before you drift off to sleep is him humming a song your mind canât recognize and a promise that youâll talk about this the next day.
You wake up to the smell of Spam, an empty space beside yours, and the sound of Donghyuck singing a song from BOL4, which you learned is one of his favorite musicians.
Donghyuck smiles warmly at you when you find him in the kitchen, just about to finish pan-frying the last piece of sliced luncheon meat. Heâs still shirtless, but is wearing a cute pink apron, and he gives you a quick kiss on the lips like itâs the most natural thing ever. The second his lips pull away from yours, you reach up and touch where he kissed, lips tinglingâin disbelief that what happened last night is real.
âGood morning,â he hums. âJust in time for breakfast.â
âDonghyuck,â you trail off. âCan we talk first?â
Donghyuck nods, offering that you sit on the high stool across the small kitchen island. He sits next to you, turning the seat so that youâre face to face, knees touching. âWhat do we want to do?â he asks.
âYou know Iâm leaving in like, four months, right?â you start.
Donghyuck whistles. âWe just started and youâre already breaking up with me?â
âNo, no,â you say, exhaling. âThis⌠this. I like. You. I like.â
âBaby, construct your sentences properly,â he laughs.
âI like you,â you confess. âAnd I like this. I like holding your hands. And kissing you. And what we did last night. Iâm just worried becauseââ
âBecause youâre leaving,â he finishes for you. âI know, but I also like you a lot. More than you probably think. And I donât want to miss my chance getting to know you more just because youâre leaving in a few months. I donât know what you want, but hereâs what I want, you let me know if it works for you, if not, then Iâll still be a friend. Who might cry for two weeks straight if you reject me.â
You laugh but urge him to continue.
âI want to date you, and get to know you even more. Your quirks, the things that make you angry, your comfort food, the movies that give you the ick,â he continues. âYour family, how you were raised, if you like Marvel or DC more, what Hogwarts house you belong to, if you like pineapple in pizza or not, whether you pour milk or cereal first, if you ever kissed Mark Lee, if Mark Leeâs ever had a crush on you.â
âWhat does Mark haveââ
âShh,â he stops. âItâs my turn. Talk later. Anyway, I want thisââ he gestures the space between you and him. âAnd I want you. I want to keep teaching you the language and I know whatâs ahead of us is scary, and thereâs only two things that could happen: this is going to be either the biggest heartbreak of my life or youâre going to be the greatest love of my life. Itâs a fifty-fifty chance, Y/N. Letâs just say Iâm willing to risk whatever if it means I have 50% the chances of having you as the greatest love of my life.â
Oh. You donât realize youâre staring quietly until Donghyuck holds your hand.
âNow tell me,â he asks slowly. âWhat do you want?â
You donât hesitate. âI want you, Lee Donghyuck.â
ěźě´ë ě ěë ěľě
ě ěíŠě 돴ěě
ëęš? il-eonal su issneun choeag-ui sanghwang-eun mueos-ibnikka? Whatâs the worst that could happen?
It doesnât come out as a surprise to anyone when you and Donghyuck arrive at Arcade holding hands, a shy smile playing on your lips, a proud one in Donghyuckâs. You were thankful that there were no teasing remarks coming from your friendsâthat they were taking this so well, like itâs normal. Like itâs meant to happen anyway. Thereâs a knowing smirk on Markâs stupid face, but you love him and you canât wait to tell him all about how you feel towards Donghyuck. âOkay, so my birthday falls on a weekend,â Jeno announces. âAnd I think itâs the best time to go to the amusement park. Will you have work then, Renjun-ah?â
âMost likely,â Renjun answers, mouth full of food as he chews on a bite of pizza. âBut I can have Yerim cover for me. Iâll just return the favor if she needs me one day.â
âSweet!â Jeno exclaims. âSo, itâs decided then. Weâll go to the amusement park on my birthday.â
As you and Donghyuck play footsie under the table, Mark stands, turning to you. âIâm going to get another milkshake. Come with me?â
You nod, kicking Donghyuck one last time and standing to follow your best friend. Somehow, you feel bad for not saying anything about your growing feelings for Donghyuck, considering that Mark is your best friend in the entire universe and youâre his. If it were him, he wouldâve told you the second he caught feelings to anyone. But Mark knows youâre not the kind to admit feelings like this as soon as it starts inflating in your chest; he knows youâre the type to hold it in until you canât anymore. Having had terrible relationships in the past, Mark has always known that youâre the kind to be careful.
âI didnât think youâd actually go for it,â Mark says as soon as you and him are out of earshot. âDonât get me wrong. Iâm happy for you. I just didnât expect this to happen so quickly.â
âMe neither,â you mumble under your breath. âSorry for not saying anything.â
Mark chuckles. âYou didnât have to. I mean, we all kinda always known this would happen. I just couldnât imagine how you and Donghyuck sealed it so quickly, like considering how shy and quiet you always were whenever he was around.â
âI was shy and quiet with everyone around,â you remark. âDonghyuck taught me all these slangs and now I canât stop talking.â
The woman in the counter asks you what she can help you with when you reach her. Mark tells his order alongside some sides Renjun had asked him to get. He leans on the counter, turning back to you. âAnyway.â
âYeah?â
âI think youâre serious serious.â Mark clears his throat. âLike, Iâve known you for so long and youâve always been hesitant to do shit. Iâve always been the spontaneous and reckless one between us, and youâre the careful one. The one who thinks everything through before deciding on itâthis trip to Seoul included on the long list.â
âYour point is?â you ask, even though you know exactly where this is going.
Mark licks his lips before continuing: âWhat Iâm saying is, youâve never been this certain so quickly.â
Thatâs right. Not to be clichĂŠ or whatever, but this is normally how it goes for you. Relationships used to be difficult for youâfrom the pining to the confession to its climax to its end, until the bargaining and acceptanceâand youâd never been the type to go through things so quickly and easily. With Donghyuck, youâd somehow done it backwards (and Mark doesnât need to know that you slept with Donghyuck before you even sealed the damn relationship) but for some reason, you had forgotten how youâre supposed to act around people you like romantically. It scares the shit out of you, the connection between you and Donghyuck, but youâve always been a firm believer that if it doesnât scare you, it probably isnât something worth doing. It feels like jumping from a cliff, to the bottom of the unknown, and itâs new, but it makes your heart pound like never before.
âI donât want to get ahead and say something thatâd make you change your mind somehow, because I also like you and Donghyuck together,â he explains when you only stare at him. âBut, as your best friend, with the best intentions only, please donât go breaking your heart before we leave, yeah?â
You nod, understanding and appreciating Markâs sentiment. âWhatâs the worst that could happen?â
Mark shrugs. âWe wonât really know. Take care, yeah?â
You smile stepping closer to hug Mark. âI love you, you know that, right?â he asks. You nod, your face buried on his chest. âGood. Iâll beat Donghyuckâs ass if he hurts you in anyway.â
âI sure hope you do,â you reply, just in time for the staff to call Markâs attention, the tray of his order ready for him.
Donghyuck is pouting when you return, asking why you and Mark took too long because the seat beside him is all cold now. You kiss him on the cheek and tell him Mark just told you heâs beating his ass if youâre hurt in anyway.
âMark canât hurt a fly,â Donghyuck remarks. âWhat makes you think he can hurt me, huh?â
Mark scoffs. âYouâll be the first.â
ęłě ęłź ęłě ěŹě´ (gyejeolgwa gyejeol sai) â between seasons
When the seasons start to changeâfrom the rainy, cold spring transition to a warm, sunny summerâyou and Donghyuck change, too.
From the euphoric blooming of your relationshipâthe playful dates, the passionate moments in his bedroom (because ever since Mark adopted that cat, Donghyuck could never stay at your place for longer than an hour), the heart-warming feeling of seeing him waiting for your after your classâto the warm, comfortable attachment stage, you feel like you know Donghyuck in a deeper sense now.
The small notebook heâd given you at the beginning of the term is halfway full, its pages messily scribbled with phrase and sentences you had learnedâlikewise the memories those words carryâand soon enough you find yourself more comfortable with the language, and eventually with Seoul. You find yourself enjoying, and not in a way that makes you think youâd want to visit again soon.
The journey with Seoul was initially a play to learn the language and its beautiful culture: a detour. A diversion from your plans. A stop while you figure out what you want in life. Your last year in university is supposed to be the year you finally decide what to do next. Visiting Seoul was an opportunity for you to really get to know yourself beyond your comfort zone, to really challenge your capabilities, to learn beyond what your hometown had in store for you.
But these days do not feel like Seoul is a place to visit.
In a way, liberating albeit frightening, you find yourself thinking that perhaps Seoul is a place to build a home in. The home is built from arms that hold you on days when itâs extra cold, your nose red and hands frozen, and its shelter is made from Donghyuckâs warm smile and the assurance of him being there for you. And right now, while you sit closely together at the back of your friendâs car, their obnoxiously loud voices singing to some pop song along the radio, you feel it: home.
Jeno likes the phone case you had customized for him, and he gives you a big, bear hug as soon as he take a peek of whatâs inside your present.
âI love you. I literally love you with all my being,â he dramatically says as he squishes you.
âThatâs my girlfriend, you idiot,â Donghyuck complains, pulling Jenoâs arms away from you. With the way you three are seated at the back of Renjunâs car, you sitting in between them, itâs uncomfortable and Donghyuck insists on taking part of the little moment youâre having with Jeno.
Jeno whines, âLet me love her. This is the best gift ever!â
Donghyuck ends up puffing air out of his mouth, pouting and leaning back so Jeno could hug you. Youâre laughing and Jeno whispers how easily they could make him sulk these days because youâre around.
Mark, whoâs sitting on the passenger seat beside Renjun, announces youâve arrived at the amusement park, just as Jaeminâs car halts to a slow stop behind you.
Itâs the first time youâve ever visited the famous amusement park in Seoul, and Mark looks excited with the way heâs jumping as you line up for the tickets. Donghyuck has his arm around you, taking pictures with his other hand. The rest are chattering, talking about the rides theyâd love to try.
The secretly group decides to stick together for the entire day to celebrate Jenoâs day, despite the birthday boy himself telling everyone they can go wherever they want to. You could see how much they really care about one another and they all just hide it in their mean, vile jokes. For example, the man who has his arm wrapped around you likes teasing Jeno like itâs his full-time job, but is hiding a birthday present inside the trunk of Renjunâs car (and would most likely give it before you all head home, act like his best friendâs birthday isnât that much of a big deal).
Most of the day is spent following Jeno around, whatever ride he wanted to try and your ears ringing because of how loud Donghyuck is screaming. The temperature has gone from freezing cold to warm, the humidity making it a little harder for everybody to move around under the warmth of the sun.
âI never realized how much of a scaredy cat you are, Donghyuckie,â you tease as soon as you walk out of the roller coaster ride. âNot much of a tough guy now, huh?â
Donghyuck whines, âI liked you better when the words you spoke were only yes and no.â
Mark laughs, slapping Donghyuck on the back. âOh man, that was really good.â
âYeah?â You rebut. âAnd I liked you better when you werenât screaming like a kid.â
Donghyuck smirks, âAnd I like you better when youâre screaming my name.â
Renjun and Jisung cough in disgust, and Mark just straight up slapped the back of Donghyuckâs head. âYou two are disgusting. I canât believe I live with you, Y/N.â
Donghyuck laughs, turning to you. âItâs pretty hot. Want me to go grab you a can of soda? Ice cold water?â
âWater, please,â you say. Donghyuck nods and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek before pulling Chenle with him and walking to the opposite side where a small shop is. In the meantime, the rest of you occupy the benches under a shade, Jeno asking which ride to go next.
Donghyuck and Chenle return in a matter of time, bottles of drinks in their hands. They give everyone their preferred drinks, Donghyuck sitting beside Mark and extending an arm so he could hand you your drink from his side.
âFucking summer,â Donghyuck curses. âI hate summer.â
Renjun raises an eyebrow. âSuddenly?â
âItâs not even summer yet,â Jaemin points out. âWhat happened to you? Youâve always been so excited about summer.â
âItâs so hot. I canât stand this fucking temperature,â Donghyuck mumbles.
Renjun scoffs. âYou start planning our summer getaway as early as March.â
âItâs already April and you have nothing yet,â Jisung points out.
âYeah, what the hell, man. I hate your ridiculous ideas, but we canât survive summer without you,â Jeno adds, then looks at Mark. âYo, Mark, what about you? What are you doing this summer?â
You and Mark freeze, looking at each other for a second, before the latter speaks for you both: âWeâre, uh, weâre supposed to go home.â
It seems like Jeno didnât know the weight of his question because he apologizes as soon as he realizes it. The group falls into silence, no one says anything, or perhaps nobody could think of anything to say, not even you or Mark.
With your days in Seoul numbered, you realize now that you havenât really talked about itânot you and Mark, not you and Donghyuckâand it never really felt real. You had always told yourself youâll cross the bridge when you get there, and the bridge is nearby.
Donghyuck clears his throat. âThe sunâs going to kill me. I think I saw a burger joint that has an air-conditioning system down the corner of that street. Shall we go there?â
Everybody agrees and stand to leave. Donghyuck holds your hand, pulling you close and steals a kiss on your cheek. The gesture makes your heart flutter. Donghyuck is warm, but not in the way the sun is hot right nowâin a way that gets you thinking: can this warmth reach Vancouver?
Your skin hurts when the sunlight hits you. You hate summer.
 ě¤í´ íě§ë§ (ohae hajima) â Donât misunderstand
Donghyuck had a face that looked like what an artist would draw in a whimâspontaneouslyâlike it was done in a rush, like a portrait from a park done by a street artist, something done with a pencil. Ink stains are harder to wash off, and anyway, figments arenât mean to lastâand heâs almost unrecognizable in this light.
You canât recognize him on the night of his birthday.
His Mother had gone above and beyond and invited all of their closest relatives and family friends for his 23rd birthday, and itâs also your first time meeting them.
Itâs nerve-wracking to say the least, but his Mother smiles at you kindly when she greets you from the entrance of the restaurant they rented for the evening. You could tell his family was wealthy, and it makes sense because Donghyuck got the most bare minimum job he could find, and itâs most likely because he doesnât need to get one; he probably only got one so he could talk about work, too, just like the rest of his friends.
The birthday party is a surprise and it was Renjun who connected with everyone to make sure they attend here tonight. You had to make up some excuse to Donghyuck when he asked why you canât join him for dinner with his family tonight and had promised to make it up to him the day after.
Youâre sat in the same table as Mark, Renjun, Jeno, and Jaemin, a bit far away from Donghyuckâs familyâs table, as you wait for the birthday boy, your present sitting on top of the round table. Mark talks about his cat, letting Jaemin watch snippets of his pet from his phone, and Renjun is narrating a story about his âridiculous and absurd encounter with Liu Yangyang (and you and Jeno canât pass up the opportunity to tease him about it).
Then, someone comes sit beside Jaemin, the boys gasping when they see her.
Karina is beautiful, and even saying that isnât enough to describe the womanâs beauty. Soft-spoken and brilliant, Karina naturally allows everyone to gravitate towards her. All, including yourself, are pulled like magnet when she arrived. Jeno introduces you and you allow yourself to throw a quick and inaudible âhelloâ when she reaches over and asks you how you are.
Donghyuckâs Mother almost screams when she sees Karina, excitement filling up the air as she hugs her and thanks her for attending.
âI wouldnât miss Hyuckieâs birthday for the world, eommoni,â Karina answers, and before you could ask Renjun how sheâs related to Donghyuck, Jisung, whoâs seated in another table with Donghyuckâs younger siblings, announces that the birthday man himself has arrived.
Donghyuck enters the hall, surprised and happy when he sees everyone, a dramatic cry leaving his lips as everyone greets him happy birthday. He feigns complaint, whining that heâs no longer eight years old, but hugs his parents anyway.
His parents thank everyone for joining a precious day and celebrating their eldest sonâs birthday with them. Donghyuck bows and starts to go around to thank people.
You donât recognize Donghyuck when he finally reaches your table and he gives you small smile, hugging you quickly before moving on to the next person. You donât recognize Donghyuck when he goes to Karina, lifting her as he hugs her tightly, and thanking her for being able to come. You donât recognize Donghyuck when his Mother joins the little reunion and he laughs when his Mother jokes about them missing each other too much.
âSheâs the one who left me all alone here in Seoul,â Donghyuck pouts. âWe wouldnât have missed each other this much if you had stayed!â
âDonât be such a drama queen, Hyuckie,â Karina says, rolling her eyes. âYou visited me in Tokyo literally six months ago.â
Six months ago, which means, it was right before you arrived in Seoul.
You want to be anywhere else but here, and you donât want to listen any further, but the scenario runs like a comedy show and the punch line is you.
âYou two better decide whatever the hell you want to do with your lives by the end of the year,â Donghyuckâs Mother comments. âI mean, no oneâs stopping you from moving to Tokyo, Donghyuck. You and Karina can rekindle whatever light was burnt last year. Iâm glad you stayed best of friends despite the long distance. Youâve always made a great couple.â
Your breath hitches like your lungs had just been punch. Donghyuck, it seems, finally remembers youâre watching this unfold. Mark holds you, and bless him because your legs feel like theyâre about to give up. You and Donghyuck make eye contact, but you donât recognize him at all.
âEomma,â Donghyuck clears his throat. Everything else heâs said come out like a blur, and Mark is just holding you close.
âDonât misunderstand,â Renjun whispers closely. âTheyâre just friends.â
You donât recognize Donghyuck when he watches you leave.
ě˛ě˛í ë§ěí´ ěŁźě¸ě (chun-chun-hee mal-sseum-heh ju-seh-yo)  - Please speak slowly | ě§ (jib) - home
Karina turns out to be the one that got away. The one true love. The greatest love. The childhood best friend whoâs always been there. The leading woman. She turns out to be the protagonist in Donghyuckâs story.
You learn all of these from Renjun. Even when he refused to say a single word and had begged for you to talk to Donghyuck instead, you learn the truth by asking Mark to ask Renjun.
Donghyuck and Karina. Karina and Donghyuck. Two peas in a pod. A tight knit. Knowing each other like the back of their hands. A buy one, get one kind of deal. Where one is, the other would follow. And everyone and their moms know that it has always been like that, will always be like that.
Donghyuck and Karina, born on the same year, grew up in the same small village in Jeju island. Having been inseparable since, they ended up moving to Seoul together in high school. Donghyuckâs parents were supportive of Donghyuck pursuing a career in music, and they believed that moving to Seoul was the first step for their beloved son to find his spotlight. Karinaâs parents, however, couldnât afford moving alongside the Lee family despite wanting to support their daughter, too. Donghyuck begged his parents to have Karina move in with them so her parents would only worry about paying her tuition and allowances. The Lee family agreed, of course, because Donghyuck and Karina were fifteen, and they were the best team the world has ever known.
Karina is a talented dancer, and with a face like hers, it would be a shame to keep her in a small town in Jeju island. Her moving to Seoul had been the first step to her early success, because as soon as she reached puberty and had gained a butt and a pair of breasts, agencies were scouting her, creepily waiting for her outside of hers and Donghyuckâs high school. Sheâd declined, of course, with a promise to Donghyuck that theyâd go to stardom together, but Donghyuck wanted to study and make music, and he felt as though he needed to go to college for that.
Karina eventually moved to another dormitory when she started training. Donghyuck moved downtown to start college. They were in different places, but they were still inseparable.
Pretty much every day Donghyuck would meet up with Karina when she started training; if not, then heâd be on Facetime with her during the hours when sheâs not working. He had brought her to SNU many times, and they had started dating by the time Donghyuck is in his second year. All the other guys know Karina and her place in Donghyuckâs life. Somehow, a bitter part of you feels betrayed that none of them ever mentioned about Donghyuckâs great love, but you canât really blame them for not saying anything.
They broke up on the latter months of last year because Karina had to move to Tokyo. There was no big fight apparently, just the decision that itâs most likely not going to work becauseâlisten to this; this is the biggest punch line of this comedy showâDonghyuck canât handle long distance.
You had answered one of Donghyuckâs calls by mistake. Heâs mad for some reason, perhaps angry of the fact that youâre ignoring him and he doesnât have much control like he normally does.
âY/N, for fuckâs sake, why havenât you answered?â he had cried out as soon as you answered.
âI was busy,â was all you could come up with. You brain had not been working good enough to translate things to Korean.
âWhat do you mean you were busy?â he had asked, voice loud and angry. âYou literally disappeared on me! On my fucking birthday! And Iâm done playing nice and cool because this is unfair. Whatever the fuck youâre doing is unfair youâre not letting me in. If you could just let me explain, thingsââ
âPlease speak slowly.â
ââwould be easier for the two of us. Whatever Karina and I had, itâs been over since last year. Itâs over way before I met you. I never thought of her, not even for a goddamn second since we got together. I wouldnât fucking betray you like thatââ
âI canât understand you.â
ââand I canât believe you donât trust me enough to let me at least tell you what happened! I never mentioned her because I never even thought about her! My Mother doesnât know anything! Iâve wanted you to meet my Mother for a long time, but given our situation, a fucking time bomb ticking, I didnât know if it was too early to go to that stage.â
âTime bomb?â you had asked, repeating the syllables slowly. âWhatâs that?â
Donghyuck sighed on the other line. âThe thing that explodes at a predetermined time.â
âOh, a time bomb,â you asked in English, chuckling. âThat, we are.â
âHuh?â
âWeâre a fucking time bomb,â you said, again in English, because if Donghyuck could keep talking in his mother tongue without considering if youâd understand a single word, so could you. âWeâre ticking and weâre just waiting for this shit to explode. And I canât wait and watch myself burn, Donghyuck. I canât.â
âPlease speak slowly,â he pleaded in Korean. You donât.
âThis isnât going to work,â you responded, still in your mother tongue. âMaybe this is a clear sign for us, Donghyuck. Goodbye.â
Mark finds you crying on floor of your living, your back leaning on the feet of the couch, two weeks after Donghyuckâs birthday.
The first week, you had convinced your friends you were fine and that you just needed time. Donghyuckâs been reaching out to everybody, and Mark, being the best friend he is, lies regarding your whereabouts every time Donghyuck visits.
You donât know how many calls Donghyuck had tried to make and how many text messages heâd left because you had completely abandoned your phone for the last couple of weeks and only relied on your computer to check any e-mails from your professors.
âIâm sorry,â Mark says, and you feel a rush of relief when he talks to you in English. Youâve had enough of Korean and Korean men these days. âIt sucks, man. I donât even know what to say. Iâm so fucking disappointed with Donghyuck.â
âShouldnât you be more disappointed with me?â you sniffle. âI should have listened to you. We were moving too fast.â
Mark shakes his head, pulling you closer so that your head is resting on his shoulder. âI couldnât blame you. Donghyuckâs charming, and I genuinely thought he was in love with you. I mean, I could say is, because I really think heâs sorry about everything.â
âWe didnât even get to properly break up,â you cry. âOur flight back home is in like, two weeks. I was supposed to talk to him and decide what weâd do with our relationship. For his birthday, I made a stupid mixtape that he could keep in his car and a very expensive and fucking cheesy set of touch lamps I found online for whenever he would miss me. And I keep making stupid letters like a fucking idiot so I could leave him with a bunch of poorly constructed letters just so he knows how much Iâll fucking miss him.â
Mark stays silent as you sob your heart out.
âAnd can you believe I actually thought itâd work?â you say, exasperated. âIâm so fucking sorry to myself. Iâm just glad itâs over before I did shit Iâd regret later on.ââ
âShit like?â Mark asks.
You sigh, sniffling and screaming internally because the tears would stop. âI was already looking into internships here. For my last semester in college. I had already decided to decline the internship they were offering back homeâthank God I havenât sent that e-mail from my draftsâand Iâve found really good companies here. And if Iâm lucky, I was thinking of moving here after college.â
Mark clicks his tongue. âAll because of Donghyuck?â
âBecause he feels like home, Mark,â you reason out. âHeâs warm, and I canât believe Iâm admitting this now, but I love him. I love him so fucking much.â
âOh, Y/N.â
âAnd we would have been happy. I wouldâve done everything I could,â you confess. âAnd this fucking language barrier will be the death of me, but I wouldâve learned more. Iâd be an expert by the end of the year. And now, this whole Karina thing made me realize how much more I need to know about him.â
Mark holds you closer as though holding you would make things better. âWhen we were kids,â he starts. âWhenever I told you stories about how much I miss all the people I had to leave behind whenever we had to move from one country to another, one state to another, youâd always tell me to never build houses out of people.â
You remember. You always admired how Mark could move from one place to another, his suitcase and the ghost of the friendships he made following his trail, and heâs always told you about the loneliness it comes with.
âYou used to tell me shelters arenât supposed to be made of arms wrapped around you on a cold night, or hands that hold you when youâre feeling lonely,â he continues. âAnd I canât blame you, because humans are known not to follow their own advice. But I hope you find home in things youâd never lose.â
You nod. âIâm sorry for breaking rule number three.â
âYouâll get over him,â he assures. âIf you decide to really end things here, I mean. Iâm sure you can get over him. Itâs easier to get over people when you donât see him.â
You nod, âLetâs go home, Mark.â
âBack home?â
You smile. âYes. Back home.â
ę°ë§ (galmang) - longing
Itâs Giselle who picks you up from the airport.
You reunite like old friends, but Giselle really didnât change that much. Even the weather didnât change much. The same old. You wish you could say the same to yourself.
The flight to Vancouver was the most painful ten hours of your life, both literally and figuratively. It was hard watching your friends bid you goodbye, and you could tell they were dreading your departure as much as you and Mark were. Mark assures them you and him would save up to visit them again this year and as much as youâd wanted to stay, your student visa would allow you only six months. Mark promises heâd work on a tourist visa or whatever because despite being 100% ethnically Korean, but legally, he canât just visit whenever he wants.
The pain from your breakup with Donghyuck is nothing compared to seeing Mark leave his friends again. You know how much they mean to him, and by extension, how much they mean to you regardless of what happened before your departure.
The head of student exchange program sends you warm greetings through text, followed by a series of messages from your friends and family. Youâre glad Giselle had decided to pick you up from the airport, because you donât think youâre in a good state to pretend like youâre okay, and Giselle knows.
Of course, she knows.
Giselleâs been your anchor during your last weeks in Seoul. Mark reckons that if anyone would understand you best during this time, it would be Giselle. After all, sheâd gone through the same thing.
Like Mark, Giselle moved to Seoul with her parents for a few years. She had a similar experience with Mark, considering that her parents are constantly moving aroundâfrom Japan to South Korea then to Vancouver. Giselle was only in Seoul for two years before her parents moved back to Vancouver again, and in between those years she had met Kevin Moon, the love of her life.
They have been dating for almost four years now, two of those years, they dated long distance.
âHowâd you make it work?â you had asked Giselle over Facetime once.
âIt wasnât perfect,â she admitted. âWe broke up a couple of time because it was really difficult. And neither of us were willing to move for each other. I mean, donât get me wrong, Kevin and I, we love each other. Truly we do. But I wouldnât want to plant my entire life in Seoul for him. In the same manner, I donât want him to move from Seoul to Vancouver for me when we both know for a fact that heâd be more successful in Korea than here. I guess, I donât know, I donât have an advice I could give you.â
âIâm not asking for advice,â you denied. âI mean. Donghyuck and I have only been dating for like, two weeks. I wouldnât think that far at this time.â
Giselle had laughed at the other end of the line. âLet me tell you one thing, though.â
âMhm.â
âItâs all a matter of choice,â she had said slowly, like she wanted to imprint the words to your brain. âYour heart isnât made of diamonds. Your lungs arenât made of steel. Somehow, inevitably, youâd grow tiredâtired of timezones and how you never get the timing right, tired of not having someone to hug when you need it, tired of having to compromiseâand itâs not an easy game.â
Giselle was smiling when sheâd said the rest: âBut Kevin is so worth it. Iâll grow tired of the baggage long distance comes with, but I donât think I could live without him, you know? And itâs exaggerated, I know, and neither of us know what the future holds, but weâre choosing us. We chose to stay.â
It would have been beautiful, you think, if things worked out between you and Donghyuck. You would have written poems and prose in places about how you chose to stay. You would have learned about time zones and the best time to call, could have learned how to purchase the cheapest flight tickets to see each other, would have learned love and compromise together.
But youâre here, back in Vancouver, the voices of Mark and Giselle all blurred out from the backseat, and all you could think of is how much you miss Donghyuck.
ěę¸°ěš ěě (yegichi anh-eun) - unexpected
The head of the student exchange program asks you to write an article about your experience in Seoul and gives you until the fall semester begins, just in time for the universityâs own publishing house to produce this yearâs school paper. Youâre stuck at two hundred words and a stupid title Mark came up with: âLearning Languagesââand youâre thinking about withdrawing from that spot in the newspaper but Mark keeps calling you a heartbroken loser and youâre not about to let Mark Lee get the last word.
Youâre eating cereal and watching an episode of Suits to prepare to write again (yes, a 30-minute preparation time is needed for such task) when someone knocks at your door.
You know how, in movies, the main character would see things in slow motion as soon as the love of their life enters the scene? Thatâs exactly what happens when you open the door and find Lee Donghyuck standing outside your dorm room, a too-large for his body backpack on one shoulder and his heart upon his sleeve.
미ěí´ (mianhae) â Iâm sorry | ěŹëí´Â (saranghae) â I love you
âIâm sorry,â are the first words that Lee Donghyuck comes up with, and truthfully are the words you needed to hear from him. He says it in his mother tongue and you feel his heart in his voice.
âMark?�� you ask, knowing full well itâs Mark who helped him.
âYes but no,â he answers. âHe said heâd only give me your address but heâs not picking me up or helping me. My flight landed literally six hours ago and Iâve been looking for you since.â
Donghyuck sits across you on the small table you own inside your small room. His backpack is sitting on his feet and his shoulders are slumped. Donghyuck allows himself to look small compared to all the times you were with him.
âY-you look good,â he comments, eyes glued on you. âIâm glad youâre healthy, at least.â
âYou, too,â you mumble. âTea? Coffee?â
âWater would be fine, please and thank you.â You reach over to hand him a bottle. âAnd who are you kidding? I look awful.â
He does. He looks exactly what he said he had done to get here. Look for you for six hours after a ten-hour flight from Incheon. Donghyuck downs the bottle of water. Poor guy probably hasnât eaten.
âWhy are you here, Donghyuck?â you ask as soon as heâs done drinking.
Donghyuck clears his throat. âI donât really know what I want out of this trip.â
You keep your arms crossed over your chest.
âAnd Iâm not about to beg you to take me back,â he continues. âI just wanted to explain. I just want you to know what happened. I can live without you, but I canât live with you thinking I had betrayed you.â
âDonghyuck, thereâs really no need to explain. Renjun has told Mark all I needed to know.â
âNo, let me say it please. I spent a fortune to come here, and Iâm going to make you listen if itâs the last thing Iâd do. After this, Iâll leave. I have a ticket back home tomorrow, and Iâll leave.â
Ridiculous. Who would spend a fortune on a set of roundtrip tickets only to leave a day after? Of course, only Lee Donghyuck.
âKarina and I go way back,â he says. âWeâve known each other since we were kids. And sheâs not someone I could just get rid of just because our relationship didnât work out. Weâre better off as friends, and thatâs a fact we had come to learn when we tried dating. And it was painful, but I couldnât lose her just because we didnât know how to date, how to play boyfriend and girlfriend to each other. Thatâs the first thing I need you to understand.â
âLike I donât know that already?â you remark sarcastically.
âKarina is a part of me.â Shitâs painful.
âBut now like how you are a part of me.â
Oh.
âSheâs my best friend, almost like a sister now, and my parents care about her,â he continues. âIt was a mistake that we even tried to date just so we could relate to everyone dating everybody. It almost ruined us, and Karina and I, we canât afford to lose each other just because of that. The person who I am now, part of it is because of Karina. But Y/N, the person Iâm about to become, I want it to be because of you.â
He clears his throat again. You look at the bottle of water he finished drinking because you really canât look at Donghyuck now. Not when heâs vulnerable and out in the open. Not when heâs exactly the way he was when you fell in love with him.
âAnd I had plans. For the long run,â he says like a promise. âI had started looking up how to get a tourist visa to Canada and how to get you a tourist visa to Korea. Iâve been saving all my allowances and the money Iâve been earning from work so I could book a ticket to Vancouver for the summer and spend it with you. And I was supposed to tell Mom, but I havenât had the chance yetâthat one I have no excuse for. But the timing was off and she met you before I could tell her. She had no idea and sheâs genuinely sorry she made it seem like she wanted me to end up with Karina. If she had known I was already in love with someone else, she wouldnât have said that in front of you. She would have loved you.â
Donghyuck pauses. You look up to see him wiping his tears from his cheeks. âAnd Iâm sorry that the timing didnât go well for us, but I promise you I had plans. I just didnât want to spend the rest of your weeks in Seoul thinking about you being gone as soon as the semester is over. I wanted to seize the moments with you and make youâI wanted to make you feel that I love you.â
Your breath hitches. Donghyuck locks eyes with you.
âI love you. I love you and Iâm so sorry that I made you feel like I didnât,â he confesses, bursting into tears and you do, too. âIâm so sorry that I didnât try hard enough to make you stay. Iâm so sorry that I talked to fast that time I finally got you to answer my call; I shouldâve explained more calmly. Iâm so sorry that weâre here, in Vancouver, hearts broken. But I love you, and I wish I could say all of these in English if thatâs what would make you believe itâs real and itâs true.â
But he doesnât have to.
âI love you,â you say in your mother tongue before switching to Korean. âI love you. And I know you love me. And Iâm so sorry for jumping to conclusions and not trying hard enough. Just like you, I had plans to. For the long run. And I can live without you, too, but I canât live without you knowing how much I love you.â
Donghyuck giggles through his tears and reaches out both hands to wipe off yours. âLetâs not live without each other.â
Itâs him to moves, standing a little, so he could kiss you.
The kiss says everything the language barrier canât. I love you. I missed you. Iâm sorry. This is everything Iâve ever wanted. You are everything Iâve ever wanted.
Donghyuck spends the night tracing your body with his mouth like heâs writing a love song and he needs to taste you first before he could write the first melody. You spend the night underneath Donghyuckâs love, whispering his name like praise, taking, taking, taking everything heâs giving you.
You wake up to arms around you and the love of your life kissing the back of your neck. You and him spend the entire day (or at least, the seven hours he had until he had to take the flight back home) talking about your plans and making a list of thing you have to talk about over the phone, but today, youâre taking him out on a date under the warm, sunny skies of Vancouver.
And you do. You and Donghyuck have the best day ever together. Donghyuck gives you the other pair of the touch lamp youâd given to him as a birthday presentâyouâd forgotten you left it when you ran off; you were supposed to watch him open it so you could show him how it worksâand makes you promise to touch the lamp whenever you missed him. He thanks you for the mixtape and confesses he cries whenever he plays it inside his car. He also gives you your small notebook of learning languages back (because you had dramatically left it to Renjun before you boarded the plane), saying youâd need it again.
Mark refused to come because he wants you and Donghyuck to talk and spend the day creating a game plan to make your relationship work. At the end of the hours you had with him, you donât come up with a solid game plan.
Because Giselle was right, after all, it all comes down to the choices you make. There was no formula on how a long-distance relationship would work. Neither you nor Donghyuck had survived one, but you knew one thing:
Today, you and Donghyuck choose each other.
Itâs only the beginning, it seems.
The sun is out and bright when Donghyuck boards the plane.
Itâs a lot warmer than the rest of the year, but you donât really mind.
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