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loveshotzz · 2 years ago

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Older!Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Part two to a request by @sweetsweetjellybean but the stories not that deep this could be read as a stand alone too. (Link to part one on my masterlist)

Summary: Steve can’t keep his hands off you after last night.

Warnings: 18 +! age gap Steve is in his early 40’s and reader is in her early 20’s. Steve is reader’s best friends dad and he’s a menace in this one, Fingering, dirty talk, breeding kink, un protected p in v sex although reader mentions birth control still (wrap it up!)

A/N: this is my Christmas/holiday present to you or whatever you celebrate, enjoy this kinda holiday fic. This was not suppose to be this long lol, but the whore in me came out for older!steve what can I say? you can blame @newlips for it. She said this would be the last nail in her Steve coffin so naturally I had to do it.

Word count 4.1k

The black lace set looked even dirtier in your hands after last night when you pulled it out of your suitcase. You hadn’t gotten much sleep after he left, your mind too busy replaying the way he split you open from behind and his low grunts of satisfaction vibrating against your ear. It was almost enough to have you touching yourself again with his cum still dripping from your walls. Still remembering his request before he casually greeted his daughter - your best friend, you slipped your red wrap around dress you’d bought especially for this trip over it. The thong left no trace of lines under the smooth material, you hoped he’d notice.

Sheer black tights cover the expanse of your legs leaving you some modesty making the length a little more family friendly, a little more casual, before you finally pad down the stairs to voices in the kitchen.

The smell of bacon hits your nose as you round the corner, the loud pops of the grease breaking over the sounds of his smooth voice as he asks his daughter the usual questions about plans after college. Sitting at the island your eyes catch your best friend’s first, her smile lighting up the room in a way that makes you feel a small pang of guilt deep in your gut. Her boyfriend next to her, lost in the sports section of the paper, just gives you a small wave and a quiet ‘hey’.

“Don’t you look cute for Christmas Eve! Is that a new dress?” The excitement in her voice made it obvious she wanted to change whatever subject was being talked about before you entered the room.

You could feel the heat of his eyes on you, his daughter's comment bringing his attention to your presence. Refusing to look at him you were too scared that one glance would give what had happened last night away.

“You know, after weeks in sweatpants studying till my brains went numb I just wanted to dress up a little.” Your lie sounds almost believable, but you know Steve doesn’t believe it. Not anymore.

“You’ll dress up for Christmas at my Dad’s but not to go out on dates? I’ll never understand you.” Cheeks burning from her comment, the cedar of his cologne alerts you of his presence behind you first. His hand on your lower back, second.

“You look lovely.” It’s almost a whisper as he leans over to set down the plate of steaming bacon, their grease soaking the paper towels underneath it much like the scene in the lace of your panties. Finally allowing yourself to meet his gaze you instantly regret it when your thighs clench together. The small smirk he gives before walking away tells you he caught it.

Breakfast was more than you’d bargained for, Jenny’s boyfriend’s attendance making the normal seating arrangement change. Sitting in your usual place next to her, you found yourself next to Steve who sat at the head of the table. His knee bumping into yours every so often you push the scrambled eggs around on your plate as you try to focus on the sound of her voice. Telling everyone a story you’ve heard a million times it’s hard for you not to fixate on him being so close. His proximity has you squirming in your seat, the throb between your legs making you needy for any kind of friction.

It takes you a minute to register that it’s his fingertips brushing across the material of your tights, his complete and undivided attention on his daughter while he answers whatever question she’d asked. Long fingers push the bottom of your dress up as they make their descent towards the heat radiating from between your legs. When he reaches the thin strap of your thong wrapped snuggly around your hip you press your thighs together to try to block his path. Eyes going big you look up from your plate only to be met with his perfect poker face as he listens to Jenny’s boyfriend talk.

You had no idea what the conversation was about. How could you?

Squeezing at your doughy flesh, his aggressiveness makes you part like the red sea. Sucking your bottom lip between your teeth you decide to take a sip of your orange juice, doing everything you can to act normal. Cheeks tingling with the heat of the sun when his fingers reach your dripping covered lips. Feeling how you’ve soaked through both layers, your slick easily coats his skin.

Snorting into your cup when he adds a little bit of pressure to your bundle of nerves, he tries to cover up his groan with a forced cough when he yanks his hand away. He wasn’t expecting it to feel like that. He’d hardly touched you.

Jenny’s too wrapped up in a small argument with her boyfriend to notice the weird behavior, something that happened all the time but you were more than thankful now for the distraction.

Pushing your seat back the need for air and space becomes all consuming, your body vibrating from how turned on it was. You needed to calm down.

“Let me start on the dishes, I can clean Mr. Harrington you cooked. Spend time with Jenny.” Not knowing that calling him that makes his cock twitch now, you pick up the half empty plates not daring to meet his eyes.

“You don’t have to do the dishes!” Jenny argues ignoring her boyfriend in mid sentence.

“Please, it’s the least I can do really. Besides I like cleaning, you know that.” Smirking at her, she was always giving you shit for how reorganizing your drawers and scrubbing walls was your way to decompress.

“This is true, but still I feel bad it’s my house too.” Jutting out her bottom lip in a pout you shoot her down quickly.

“Stop, I promise it’s okay.” Half way out of the dining room you catch his blown out eyes as they zero in on you. The realization he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him was doing things to you that you couldn’t describe, and before you let him bend you over the table in front of everyone you had to escape.

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Once the dishes were done, you were in the zone. Organizing the ingredients he’d left sloppily about the kitchen you started the rounds of putting everything back in its proper place. Grabbing the dry ingredients you make your way to the giant walk-in pantry he had, always overwhelmed by how much he could keep in there. It was probably big enough to fit a small bed inside. Eyes scanning his somewhat put together shelves, the sound of their voices draw closer.

“It’s still in the trunk I swear that’s where I put it.” Jenny’s clipped tone catches your attention as her and her boyfriend walk past, him grumbling in response.

“I’m not going out there alone to look, you’re coming with me.” Smirking at how whipped she had him, you knew he was already tugging on his boots.

Reaching up on your tippy toes to put the flour up on the top shelf, the slam of the front door makes you jump at the same time Steve’s body presses flush against yours. Gasping when you feel his hard cock through his slacks push into the folds of your ass, his lips connect with your neck almost instantly. Big hands grabbing at every inch of your body as he ruts himself into you slow enough to feel every inch of him.

“Fuck - Steve, we’re gonna get caught.” The whine in your voice makes your protest sound feeble when he sucks on the delicate spot behind your ear just hard enough not to leave a mark.

Nose nudging against the back of your ear his voice comes gruffer than you were expecting. He wasn’t in control of himself right now.

“We have at least five minutes. Baby you were soaked at the table. Was all of that for me?” Hand reaching between your thighs he cups and palms at your already throbbing cunt. Your hips meeting the motion of his hand on their own accord finally getting a little of the friction you’d been needing since he fucked you last night.

“Mmmhmm I’m always like this around you..” Throwing your head back on his shoulder, the five o’clock shadow covering his jaw rubs rough against your cheek. “For years.”

Groaning low the movements of his hand picks up its pace at your confession, it feels good but it only makes the throb deep in your gut worse. You needed more.

As if reading your mind, he rips a hole in the crotch of your tights, a growl emanating from his chest as he does it. One hand roughly gripping your jaw to turn your head so he can collect your lips while the other moves your underwear to the side to push two fingers into your needy dripping mess of a hole.

His tongue catches your moans as he starts a slow pace, relishing in the way he feels the velvet of your walls constrict around him with every touch. The rocking of your hips making the soft flesh of your ass stroke him through his slacks.

“Want me to fill you up again huh?” Lips brushing against yours as he speaks he watches the way your eyes flutter open to meet his blown out gaze. Nodding dumbly you can’t find the words hanging in the back of your throat when he curls his fingers in a way that makes your face scrunch up and jaw go slack.

“Answer me pretty girl, I need to hear it.” The sounds of your slick squelching should be enough to embarrass you but it only makes it worse.

“Yes, please.” Grinding your hips against him, your desperation to cum takes over all self control. “I almost had to touch myself again last night, I kept it all inside.”

Fingers stopping their movements you feel his cock twitch at your words, moaning loud enough to get caught he adds the pad of his thumb to your swollen clit. The movements of his wrist return with a quickened pace to make sure you see stars when you cum.

The sound of the front door is almost lost on the both of you until the slam of their boots kicking off snow against the carpet breaks you apart. As quick and quiet as he was in there was just as quick and quiet as he was out. Shoving your dress back down, you grip onto the shelves for balance, your legs feeling more like jelly after being so close to the edge. Desperate to try to control your ragged breathing you close your eyes to focus.

“You’re still in the pantry?” Jenny’s voice snaps you back to reality, turning around you’re hoping she can’t tell how close you were to getting fucked moments ago.

“Yeah- uhh - sorry I was just being nosy. Seeing what kind of snack game we got going on for movie night later.” The shake in your voice makes you think she’s not going to believe you, silently preparing for the worst. You’re shocked when she pushes her way in, eyes scanning around.

“This is why we’re best friends. Always thinking ahead.” Smirking at you she nudges your shoulder with hers and you wonder if she can smell how close he had your to cumming.

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The rest of the day was filled with stolen glances and light touches any chance he could get. The sneaking around made it that much more exciting and it made Steve feel like a teenager again. The thought of your tights ripped underneath your dress as you walked around pretending like everything was normal, like he didn’t have you on the verge with his fingers in the pantry this morning had him fighting the blood rushing to his lower half every time he saw you.

Dinner came and went without him trying to sneak a touch, but you were more than thankful for it. Your body had been painfully buzzing since the incident as you tried to calm yourself down. Your new found peace was short lived once it came around time to watch A Wonderful Life, a tradition you three did every year. Only this time much like the seating arrangement at the dining table you were forced to be next to Steve again. Jenny snuggled up to her boyfriend on the other side, you were hyper focused on Steve’s body heat next to you, the familiar buzzing of yours returning with a vengeance.

Hidden under separate blankets you try not to fidget too much, being this close to him already riling you up. His smell swirling around you only adds to the lust filled haze that hangs over your body. You peek at him from your peripherals to see his gaze focused on the black and white movie on the screen, the brightness dances and reflects off the specs in his eyes in a way that makes you sigh. Catching the sound he turns to look at you just for you to snap your head back to the screen. Holding his stare for a long time he’s silently daring you to break your facade. Chuckling to himself when you don’t you hear the leather of the sofa creak underneath him as he leans back deeper into the couch cushions, kicking his slipper covered feet on the automen.

The light snores of your best friend catch your attention from the other side of you, glancing over you see her passed out on her boyfriend's lap. His face gives you the impression he wasn’t too far behind her either when his eyelids would droop down every so often. The warmth of Steve’s hand under your blanket is almost enough to make you jump as you swallow your gasp. Turning back to him, he hasn’t moved an inch, his poker face from before stronger than ever as his hand makes its way back up to the place that needed him most.

Your hand meets his to stop him from moving any further, your eyes set in a warning glare when you shoot him daggers. His eyes move lazily from the screen to meet yours, a devilish grin spreading across his lips as he teasingly pushes his hand an inch higher. Your grip only tightens as you make eyes at him nodding your head in Jenny’s boyfriend’s direction. Biting his lip in a smile he slides it up further, hitting the place where your thigh meets your hip right as Jenny’s loud snore wakes herself up.

Ripping his hand away for the second time today, you started wondering if he wanted to be caught.

“That’s it, I’m falling asleep on the couch we’re going to bed.” Standing up in a stretch she eyes the little amount of space separating you from Steve. “Jesus y/n I didn’t mean to make you sit so close to my dad.” Laughing loudly she gestures at the newly open space as her boyfriend follows her lead with his own stretch.

Wasting no time to scoot as far away from him as you can, you’re sure your reaction is convincing enough when she snorts at your eagerness. Legs spread out in front of you to take up the whole half of the couch, you give a content sigh making a show getting comfortable for her benefit. Saying their good nights to Steve she ruffles your hair as they walk past you towards the stairs. Keeping your eyes locked onto the screen you can feel the way he’s staring at you. Like a predator stalking its prey.

You can hear the click of the bedroom door upstairs over the movie, the realization of your new found privacy is enough to make the air thicken and your mouth go dry. Your breathing picks up its pace when you feel the smoothness of his big hand wrap around your ankle. Rubbing soft circles with his thumb he uses it to pull you back to him, legs draped over his lap he discards his own blanket to the floor using yours as an added cover in case he was interrupted again. Fingers twitching at his sides all day, he was greedy to be inside of you.

Slapping a hand over your mouth to cover your squeal he can see the corners of your eyes crinkle revealing your smile hidden underneath.

“Steve!” You half whisper yell ignoring the shiver that runs up your spine as one of his big hands makes it way up you leg, the heat of your core taunting his finger tips.

“That’s Mr. Harrington to you.” He smirks with a playful glint his eyes.

Biting your lip to hide your smile, you spread your legs more silently begging for his touch despite your mock protests. You’ve wanted this since the moment you met him. Raising an eyebrow at your eagerness, his fingertips finally reach the soaked lace of your panties again. Throwing his head back with a groan, he lets out a shaky breath before pushing the offending material to the side for the second time that day.

Gasping when his fingers meet your slick, he runs a soft stripe up your folds with two fingers savoring the feeling of how wet and needy you already were for him. Dipping to collect more at your entrance he drags them back up to circle your swollen clit. He lets the pads of his fingers massage the bundle of nerves with enough pressure to have you gripping his wrist writhing underneath him.

“I know baby, you need to cum huh?” His mocking tone only sends more slick dripping down your walls. Eyebrows furrowed and eyes closed all you can do is nod feeling that familiar build return deep in your gut.

“Please, please St - Mr. Harrington.” Catching your mistake with a mischievous smile, your words are enough for him to stop his assault on your clit sliding two fingers in with ease searching for the spot he found that made you almost fall apart in the pantry.

The moan that leaves your mouth is loud enough for both of you to freeze, so caught up in each other the thought of Jenny just up the stairs comes back to reality. Holding your breath you listen for any sign of movement, his fingers slowly start to pump in and out of you when the coast becomes more than clear. Curling his them in a way that has your knees fold up, you can feel how hard he is when your foot brushes against him.

“Steve - fuck - I need you.” You weren’t above begging if you had to, but Steve doesn’t make you. Nodding his head eagerly, his other hand makes quick work of the button and zipper of his slacks. Pulling his fingers out of you to shimmy them down his hips, you clench at nothing from the loss of contact.

Grunting when you waste no time to straddle his lap, your eyes widen when you finally get to see his cock in the light. Thick and long, it curved slightly at the top with big veins running up the sides, his head was flushed pink as it leaked pushed up against the soft fabric of his sweater. He felt big last night but actually seeing it made you nervous.

“You can take it all baby, you did so good for me last night.” Grabbing your chin between his thumb and forefinger her brings your eyes to his. “You gonna be a good girl for me and make a mess all over me again?”

Nodding your head, the pad of his thumb catches your bottom lip pulling it down so you feel the tip of it hit your tongue. Without thinking twice you wrap your lips around his digit sucking hard enough to hollow out your cheeks. Cock twitching in response he lets out a low groan from deep inside his chest.

“Fuck, I need to bury myself inside that tight pussy honey.” Words coming from between clenched teeth, he roughly pulls his thumb from the wetness of your mouth, hissing when your teeth scrape against him.

Grabbing himself from the base of his cock, you find purchase on his broad shoulders, as he waits for you to lift yourself up enough for him to push your panties to the side, swiping his length through your leaking folds. He collects enough to cover his head before lines himself at your entrance, eyes connecting with yours looking for your consent. Taking a deep breath through your nose you nod your head before sinking down on him.

The new position has him stretching you in a way that has you whimpering mess trying to adjust to his size. Big enough to feel like he was splitting you in two, he lets you take him at your own pace. Fingers on your hips the strength of his grip has the material of your dress bunched up at your sides as you slowly take a seat. The feeling of him completely inside has you feeling a kind of fullness you thought was only reserved for the bad pornos you watched. The slow rock of your hips making you understand the obscene noises falling from their lips as you fought your own from coming out.

“Yeah? That feel good?” Nudging his nose with yours he kisses the side of your trembling mouth.

“God, it feels so good.” Whining into his open mouth, his lips turn up when he feels a shudder run through your body when he pushes his hips up hitting even deeper then before. “I want -“ Snapping them more harshly then before he punches the air out of your lungs.

“What do you want, honey?” His grip on your hips tightens enough to leave bruises as he slams you further down on his cock, the tip of it hitting your elusive g-spot that boys your age could never seem to find.

“Oh - fuck “ Tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, the intensity of your orgasm that was building was turning you into a blabbering cock drunk mess. “I want you to cum inside me so bad, I want all of it.” Finding the strength to grind down your hips your moment of control has your lips dipping to his ear “Every last drop.” Nipping at his earlobe. The quiet ‘fuck’ you hear in the only warning you get before he starts his brutal pace underneath you.

“Want me to fuck a baby into you? Is that what you want, honey?” Birth control was a beautiful thing but his words were still almost enough to make you cum on the spot. “Want to make me a daddy again don’t you? I saw you in the kitchen, you wanna be my good little housewife huh?”

“God - yes please. I - I need it, whatever you want, I’ll do whatever you want.” So close to getting what you wanted you could care less how pathetic you sounded.

The blunt end of your nails dig into the thick material of his sweater as you try to keep yourself up right. Lips pressed together in almost a kiss, you swallow each other’s quick breaths hoping that its enough to drown out your sounds. The grind of your hips finds a way to match with the speed of his thrusts, the intensity of his cock hitting your sweet spot with every push has you finally fall off the edge of the cliff you’d only just teetered over before.

“I’m - shit - I’m coming.” Smashing your lips into his when your walls constrict so tight around him to coax his own undoing out at the same time. He tries his best to muffle your cries as your body convulses almost violently, the spasm of your walls milking him into the most intense orgasm of his life.

Your fingers find their way into the sweaty hair at the nape of his neck, pulling slightly to lick inside his mouth as he paints your insides white with everything you’d been begging for. The motion of your hips never stops until you feel him start to leak out of you, coating your thighs and his with his sticky release. Thankful that the couch was leather you didn’t have to worry about explaining the mess that was sure to be left behind.

The sound of the toilet flushing makes you both freeze as you listen to the light pad of steps up stairs. Holding your breath you wait until you hear the click of the door shut again before exhaling it across his face. A lazy smile graces his handsome features, the afterglow of the long awaited orgasm kicking in.

“I think we need to talk about you coming to visit on your own sometime.”

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purple-babygirl · 6 months ago

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Hello! (I've decided to write this before going to read your recent story. I always wanted to write to you so many time but didn't have the confidence to do so).

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plaidbooks · 4 years ago

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Hi! 👋🏼 Can I request a Cabot x Reader? Reader is a detective who may or may not be in love with Cabot but is afraid to tell her. Alex gets injured which may be the push that reader needs to admit their feelings

Defending Counsel

A/N: Hey Anon. I was close to declining this, but then thought “why the fuck not?” That being said, I do only write for Barba, Sonny, and Nick. (if you want some quality Alex Cabot x reader content, I highly recommend @storiesofsvu!)

Tags: mention of rape, mention of blood

Words: 849

Taglist: @the-baby-bookworm @beccabarba @thatesqcrush @itsjustmyfantasyroom @stardust-fray @permanentlydizzy @ben-c-group-therapy @infiniteoddball @glowingmess @whimsicallymad (I hope you all don’t mind being tagged in this!)

You fidgeted nervously in the elevator while it slowly climbed to the correct floor. You were meeting with Alex Cabot to go over your testimony on Ben West, something you had done a hundred times with the ADA. But this time was different. You had always had a little crush on the attractive woman, but that last time you had seen her, she had come to the precinct drenched, having forgotten an umbrella and asking for a change of clothes. If your cheeks had burned when you saw her clothes sticking to her form, your face was fully on fire as she had changed in front of you, continuing on with whatever trial she was talking about, oblivious to how your eyes trailed over her, the water that rolled over her skin.

This was the first time you were seeing her since that day, but the image of her half-naked, changing into your clothes, was still fresh in your mind as you stepped off the elevator, heading to her office. You could only hope you could survive working with her; you didn’t even know if she liked women or not.

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It was the day you were going to give your testimony. You still had trouble looking Alex in the face without heat creeping into your face, but you could shove that aside on the stand…hopefully. You sat in the witness box, looking at Alex as she stood to start questioning you. She was in a dark grey skirt, matching blazer, and a dark blue blouse. Her style was simple, professional, and looked so damn good on her. You swallowed.

“So, Detective, you found Mr. West at his girlfriend’s apartment even though she had a restraining order against him? How’d you know to find him there?” Alex asked.

“Yes, we found him trying to escape out her window onto the fire escape. We believe Mr. West was baiting her with child support—”

“Objection, speculation,” the defense attorney called.

“Sustained, jury will disregard the witness’s last statement.”

You cleared your throat. “We received a call from the neighbors, letting us know that they saw Mr. West go inside Ms. Ortiz’s apartment; they knew about the restraining order since they had called the police in the past for domestic violence between the two—”

“Objection, prejudicial!” the defense attorney stood, waving his arm at you. West glared daggers at you.

“The DVs are public knowledge and have already been established,” Alex argued.

The judge nodded. “Overruled.”

Alex finished her questioning and sat back down at her table. The defense attorney stood angrily, only asking a few questions on cross, but you didn’t get tripped up, sticking with the truth, which was simply Mr. West was a rapist and was using his baby’s mother as an alibi. Before the defense attorney could return to his chair, before he could place himself between West and Alex, however, West lunged for the ADA. You launched from the witness box with a shout as Alex fell backwards out of her chair.

You and the bailiff got there at the same time, pulling him from Alex’s limp, unmoving body. Letting the bailiff deal with the bastard, you leaned over Alex, hands shaking, seeing blood pool at the back of her head. You called in a bus, then tried to stop the bleeding.

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You were sitting in the chair next to Alex’s hospital bed, her chest rising and falling, her soft breathing enough to know that she was alive, that she would be okay. The wound had looked worse than it was, but the sight of her laying there, blood pooling around her, dampening and darkening her light hair, hurt your heart.

You started when she let out a low groan, her eyes clenching tightly before she opened them, blearily looking at you.

“H-hey Alex, how are you?” you asked, leaning closer to her. You poured her a glass of water, holding it and the straw to her lips so that she could take a few sips.

“I feel like there’s a marching band in my head,” she grimaced “What happened?”

“That bastard West attacked you, and you hit your head on the floor. You got a small cut, but God, Alex, it looked so bad…” you trailed off, tears in your eyes.

She took your hand in hers. “Hey, I’m fine. I’ve had worse, trust me.” Alex gave you a soft smile. “Thank you for being here for me.”

You smiled back, covering her hand with your other. It was now or never. “Alex…I…I’ve—I like you.” You said it in a rush, feeling like a high schooler again. You ducked your head.

Alex gave you a small smile before she brought your hand to her lips, giving it a small kiss, and your words died in your throat, your brain short circuiting. “I know, [Y/N]. I’ve known for a while, and I feel the same…. After I’m released, why don’t we get a coffee?”

You smiled brightly, your nerves falling away. “I’d like that.” She pulled you to her, giving you a soft, sweet kiss.

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yeombin · 2 years ago

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part ii.i: the stars have fallen asleep

(prev - series masterlist - next)

pairing: beomgyu x fem!reader, soobin x fem!reader, platonic ot5 x fem! reader

genre: angst, fantasy, fluff - adaptation of an interpretation of the txt storyline

section soundtrack: link

word count: ~17k

chapter warnings: if anyone gets mad for the use of soccer instead of football, pls take it out on my americanized school system. also talks of cheating

a/n: endless thanks to @pastelsicheng whose help i couldn’t do this without ❤️ also thank you for waiting!! it’s been a hectic few months lol

Save him.

The voice echoed throughout the darkness, like a hand reaching out from above while you’re drowning.

Save him.

It repeated, yet the voice was like a skipping rock - bouncing forward, reverberating and echoing. Regardless, the voice was dainty, fragile; almost inhuman, almost ethereal. As if it was a guardian angel guiding you through the voice inside your head.

Save hi-

With your blaring phone alarm going off on your bedside table, you were startled awake - drenched in sweat. All you had to do now was find a way to calm your poor heart down. As if your hand was the cure, you rested it against your heart. Even the metal chain of your pearl necklace, which got caught underneath your palm, was a source of comfort.

In its essence, the dream - or well, nightmare - wasn’t new. Yet today, the details varied more than it regularly does. Since you were eleven, the same dream has recurred every full moon; a voice echoing around you, an outstretched hand from the darkness, mismatched eyes hidden within the depths of a forest. At eleven, you thought this was just a result of watching your first horror movie. It did make sense - the visuals of your nightmare accompanied by the sensation of being trapped by a pair of hands desperately clasping around your ankles dragging you into the ground was quite reminiscent of the plot of the movie.

But last night? The hands weren’t dragging you to the ground and instead, only held you in place. It felt oddly safe, as if they were protecting you from whatever being owns those mismatched eyes. Moreover, you weren’t alone. Instead, you saw five silhouettes - three running, one standing still, and one crashing to the ground. This was also the first time the voice told you to do something, not just some vague nonsensical advice you swear was your subconscious misquoting some bullshit from Harry Potter, Hunger Games, or hell, even Kung Fu Panda.

More specifically, the voice was telling you to save someone.

But who?

You glanced back at your phone, the alarm still blaring beside you as the haze of your vision disappeared. Pressing the snooze button, the date displayed on your phone only brought you misery. The sudden influx of notifications from your friend group complaining about the uniforms was the final nail in the coffin.

First day of school. “Can’t believe I’m a sophomore already.”

Your parents swear it was just yesterday you were in elementary school, sitting in Mrs. Kwon’s room - staring at the alphabet on the whiteboard. You would like to believe you vaguely remember it yourself, although you have to admit you can only recall one story; a boy in art class who dunked his hair into a pot of paint (instead of his hands) for his hand (well, head) print. It was an unclear memory - bits and pieces lost to the passages of time, but your parents always said you were best friends with the boy; always walking out of school together, hand in hand.

From downstairs, you hear your mom calling. “Come eat breakfast! You have to leave soon, or you’ll be late!”

An unfortunate but currently unchangeable fact of life is that you live quite far away from the school. From your knowledge, not many students live too far off from Hyejijum High. Most live in the area; whether it be just around the corner or a ten minute walk. For you, the journey - shortened significantly thanks to the train - could take up to an hour and a half. On average, the train trip takes about forty five to fifty minutes.

Your route? Two blocks down the road, take the left at Choi’s convenience and bakery, and then continue straight until the train station is in sight. Annoyingly, you still have to turn a corner after that as the station only has one entrance and exit. But, it's the price you pay for a quiet night life, less traffic on the roads, and a super safe suburb. From the train, wait five stops and you’re essentially just outside Hyejijum High.

The route initially seemed impossible to memorise, too many smaller details that will get lost in sleepiness. However, now it's practically your muscle memory.

Earphones blasting whatever music was on your Spotify Daily Mix, you were mentally preparing to get back to school.

gorgeous gorgeous girls

lia: we just got to school and it's SO different this year

yeji: she’s exaggerating haha the toilets are just nicer

lia: automatic faucets!!!

y/n: lmaoooo ofc lia would fangirl over faucets

karina: is @lia still able to meet before class starts?

lia: should be!!

ryu: just woke up, will be there a bit late lol

After two whole months of summer where some of your friends were out of town, you can finally be all together again. Due to having family abroad, Lia had left while Karina was travelling. In that time, you got much closer to Ryujin than you initially expected. In fact, both your families came together for dinners in response to how much time you two were spending together. She was with you when your parents would ask you what you wanted to do in the future, who you wanted to be. A question to which the answer was still so far from your grasp, and Ryujin provided (extremely) appreciated relief when she admitted confusion too.

For now, your answers were based on your elective choice; biology and chemistry.

Upon the sight of your favourite landmark, you knew you were almost at the train station. Should I get something? Choi’s bakery was the staple in your neighbourhood. Everyone knew it, loved it, relished it. Each and every product was mouthwatering, from their most intricate baked goods to even their most basic loaf of bread. You remember how when you would go to the middle school in your neighbourhood, your snack breaks would purely be some sort of pastry from Choi’s.

Your internal debate was soon interrupted by a voice breaking through the music playing from your earphones. “Hi, sorry, excuse me?” Taking off one earphone, you smiled at the awkward boy in front of you. Tall, for sure. He looks familiar, however, in your suburb? Everyone has seen each other at least once. “Do you go to Hyejijum High?”

The question, if asked on another day, would’ve been creepy. Most people in the town go to the suburb’s high school, staying within the area. If a stranger comes up to you and asks you if you attend a school that isn’t common for children in your area? That would be a bit freaky. However, you knew why he got the suspicion: you were wearing the famous Hyejijum High uniform. Honestly, you’re assuming he asked so he doesn’t look creepy compared to if he just (even correctly) assumed you were going there.

“Uh, yeah! Do you?” Again, a question with an obvious answer. While you may be wearing the Hyejijum female attire - a white button up, the navy blue vest and gold crest, and a school skirt- he was wearing the same but with the uniform pants.

He nodded. “Do you mind if I ask you how to get there?”

A new student, the realisation dawned on you. You remembered your first day as a freshman last year; you were in the same position as him now. Awkwardly approaching someone wearing a similar uniform at the train station, all you wanted to do was clarify your train stop. Upon arriving at the school, you learnt you asked the school’s ‘it’ boy Yeonjun. How did you know? As soon as you arrived, a crowd flocked around him. It was especially impressive, considering he was only a sophomore then.

Okay, maybe you’re exaggerating about the crowd - but it was surely more than ten people who rushed to his side as he got off the train. Based on your extensive knowledge of TV and Film stereotypes of ‘popular kids’, you can definitely tell he meets all the requirements - except the one of being a dick. He was lovely to you, making small talk throughout the train ride, but after learning he was an ‘it boy’, you refused to make eye contact with him for the rest of the year (even when he tried to wave hi).

“Oh, you can come with me if you like!” You invited, now taking off your earphones completely and stuffing them into your pocket. I really appreciated when Yeonjun offered the same, you remembered, I should do the same. “My name is Y/N, by the way. What’s yours?”

The boy smiled wide and gratefully, “I’m Kai! I’m a freshman so I may just be a tad bit lost.”

“Just a tad?” You teased, now walking past Choi’s bakery without getting any of their delicious treats. Almost immediately, you regretted teasing him as his face turned pink. Regardless, he laughed loudly. His laugh was particularly special; it was loud and fun. It’s a good laugh, you decided - smiling to yourself. “I was the same though, don’t worry about it.”

You felt an odd and overwhelming urge to protect him. Why? I just met him. Sure, he was cute in a playful way - you wanted to hug him and squish his cheeks. But why does he feel familiar? And not just in a passerby sort of way? Maybe you knew him from your childhood…or even a past life, if you believe in that. “What year are you?”

“Just a year above you.” He nodded thoughtfully at your answer. “May I see your schedule? Who’s your homeroom?”

The two of you slowed down so that he could shuffle around in search of his phone. As the ‘epitome’ of modern education in your greater area (as seen by the automatic faucets, obviously), the school has moved towards turning everything but teaching online. “Someone named….Mrs. Ho? Do you know her? Did I say her name correctly?”

You grinned. Mrs. Ho, or as she prefers Mrs. J, was your homeroom teacher too. Even if she wasn’t your homeroom, she is the guidance counsellor for freshmen that every student loves (but every parent hates due to her absolutely unrestricted candour). Having her as a homeroom teacher? Kai is one absolutely lucky student, especially when you hear horror stories of other homeroom teachers like Mr. Sooman. “She prefers Mrs. J, and she’s absolutely great. She was my homeroom teacher too.”

Relief washed upon Kai’s face. It was evident how nervous he was; from his shaking and fumbling hands, his tense demeanour, and how his voice seemed quiet and uncertain (unlike his boisterous laugh). “Oh, and just to check, am I allowed to wear necklaces with the uniform? I heard from a friend that the school is super strict with its dress code.”

You heard those rumours too. To be honest, it is quite true. Hyejijum High bans wearing clothes that are not from their uniform or merchandise shop during school hours. There were also restrictions on hair colour, hair length (especially for boys), and hair styles. However, their only rules against accessories were no rings and nothing inappropriate.

“Yeah, absolutely. Look.” You pulled out your necklace that was tucked underneath your button-up. It wasn’t that you were hiding it, it’s more like it got underneath your shirt as you got dressed.

However, the action received a different reception than you expected. “No way!” Kai reached for his own neck, taking out his own necklace. “That looks like mine!”

Surely enough, he was right. Normally, this isn’t something too surprising - you’d just assume you shopped at the same stores. Considering the fact that the necklace was basically a pearl on a metal chain, it doesn’t get more common than that. However, it’s all about the details.

Both of your pearls seem to be opaque in its lack of opacity. In a way, you feel like you can see through it; yet what you see is definitely not in front of you - as if it was a portal to another world. It was mesmerising, almost enchanting. Both pearls have swirly designs, as if individual universes were existing in them. While Kai’s pearl was a beautiful shade of blue, yours was a deep green. Regardless of the spirals, it was clear the pearls weren’t painted and were naturally found like that. When you first met your friends last year, they asked to find their own versions - all stating to be so in love with the design. So you went on a search, and you came up with…nada, nulch, nothing.

You assumed the necklace was made using a specific practice or pattern that is no longer produced. Afterall, you were told this necklace came from your grandmother from her grandmother when they were just a little girl. You could never find replicas either. He vocalised the same thought; how a necklace relatively so simple is so rare to find.

“Maybe this is a sign we’re supposed to be friends.” He grinned, the two of you now returning to normal speed. His happiness when you (at the time jokingly) agreed was practically contagious.

If you remember correctly, Hyejijum High was constructed in the 1980s. Relatively new, yet the building remained brutalist in its design. It wasn’t unpleasant to look at; whoever designed it at least had the idea to add some colour. Known for its soccer team, Hyejijum High has an extensive sports program - highlighted by its humongous field, an indoor pool, and a series of courts and studios that annoy the students in the underfunded arts program.

At the sight of it, it was clear that Kai was intimidated as he started to hesitantly waddle towards the school. His eyes were as wide as an owl while he attempted to understand and make sense of everything happening around him.

“I know it’s a lot,” you sighed, also remembering how you were in a similar nervous state a year ago, “but you got this. Walking around the place will soon become second nature, promise.” Although you did say soon, you know it wouldn’t be within the next few weeks. With Hyejijum High’s endless hallways, it feels impossible to navigate. Although you can probably walk around and navigate, you definitely couldn’t be certain in giving directions. Ultimately, you decided to distract Kai from the bustling crowd of students going to their lockers. “Do you know anyone in your year yet?”

Your own eyes glossed over the crowd to find your own friends, however, you knew they would be in your usual meeting spot. “Yeah, I have one friend from my old middle school.”

“Which middle school did you go to?”

Kai’s grip around his backpack straps noticeably tightened as a group of girls bumped into his shoulder accidentally, the girls immediately apologising. “Do you know the one near the bakery? Choi’s?”

You nodded. It was the same middle school you had gone to. “Oh, why did you choose to come here?” Based on today, you can say that everyone but three students (yourself, and now Kai and his friend) from your middle school didn’t go to the high school in your immediate area.

He shrugged, “My mom got a flyer in the mail.”

“The flyer looks nice, Y/N!” Your mom exclaimed as you groaned about having to leave your friends, Chae and Winter. Admittedly, you can still see them outside of school hours - but it’s not the same. Who are they going to meet when you’re not with them? What inside jokes will you not be a part of?

“Is that really all your basing this move off?” You groaned, slamming your head into the wall (much to your own suffering).

Your dad sighed, “We’re still going to be in the village. We just think this school will be better for you. Even your guidance counsellor received a recommendation letter for you to go here.”

You rolled your eyes, “From who? Why do they have to recommend this place? Why didn't my guidance counsellor do it?”

“You should be really grateful, you know.” Your mom now tsk-ed, “You are getting a scholarship because of this recommendation letter from one of the city’s department of education officers��Mrs. Dae or something.”

Narrowing your eyes, you were beyond sceptical. “Why would they put so much focus and effort into one simple kid?”

“Hey!” Your father jumped in, now reaching out to hold your face in his hands, “You’re more than just a simple kid, you’re special. Honestly.”

Groaning, you stormed up to your room; locking yourself in (only to open the door when your mom called you for dinner).

“Where are you heading by the way? I can take you to your homeroom classroom or…”

Kai shook his head, interrupting you now, “I told my friend I’d meet him in the library. Do you know where that is? I don’t want to take up more of your time.”

“No, no, I’ll take you!” You offered, “Honestly, don’t hesitate to ask for help. Like you said, we’re destined to be friends.” The cheeky grin that came out during your conversation on the train reappeared. “Wait, pass me your phone.”

Inserting your contact details, you saved your phone number under ‘Y/N (Train)’. “In case you have any emergencies or questions or you just want to take the train with a friend, feel free to message me.” Under normal circumstances, you’d never do this. You weren’t often the person to introduce themselves or to invite others to future events. Even your friends here have introduced themselves to you first. Something about Kai just felt welcoming though, like you wanted to give him a hug - he looked like he could give the best hugs.

“You may be getting a lot of spam messages from me.” He laughed, “You really do not need to take me, if you have somewhere to be.”

You brushed it off, wanting to provide comfort to who seems to be (on first impression) a ball of sunshine. “It’s alright! What’s your friend's name? Did they mention which library?”

Unfortunately, the idea of multiple libraries seemed to shock Kai further. His shocked expression told you one thing though; he doesn’t know. How’d you expect him to know? “How about I’ll take you to the main one then, huh?”

Through walking with Kai to the main library (the other library’s only difference is the name), you got to learn more about him and his friend - Taehyun. The two have been friends since kindergarten, always partnered together for projects. Taehyun also lives in your area, however, he decided to come to school earlier than Kai wanted to understand the ‘lay of the land’. You also learned that Kai’s locker was 553 on the second floor; located in the hallway you decided to walk past (despite the additional two minutes) so that he knows where to put his stuff. Kai was also thinking of joining the band or orchestra, which you immediately responded to by saying you’d introduce him to your friend Lia.

Kai also got to learn more about you, although he mostly just suggested hanging out with him and Taehyun. “I think you’d like him,” he stated, “you two would get along I think.”

As much as you wanted to spend more time around Kai, you had to meet up with your friends. At this rate, Ryujin might already be there. Luckily, all that is left to reach the library is one more staircase.

The library was shared between the third floor and fourth floor. When you first got to school last year, you hid yourself away between he tall shelves - not really wanting to socialise with new people. You were super grateful that Yeji, Karina, Lia, and Ryujin introduced themselves to you. However, walking this way the first day of school makes you think about what you could’ve been doing if they hadn’t.

“Okay!” You exclaimed, clapping your hands and motioning to the double doors. “Here you go! It’s quite a maze in there, but I unfortunately have to go. Don’t ever hesitate to message, okay?” Based on your watch, classes start in ten minutes. You should be at the courtyard by now. Oh shoot, the realisation hit you, the student council meeting would’ve ended by now. “I’ll see you later!”

With the number of people you met and swore to meet again yet failed to, you can tell - and you hope - that you’ll see (or at least hear from) Kai again.

“Can’t believe I’m not the latest.” Lia teased, seeing you round the corner around the courtyard. “What were you doing? Did you miss the earlier train?”

Shrugging, you planted yourself between Yeji and Ryujin, “I was helping a new student around. They seemed nice!” Your friends raised their eyebrows suggestively, implying that this new student would be a new crush. “Not in that way!” You quickly objected, “He’s younger than us, he feels a bit like a younger brother.”

“Oof,” Ryujin jokingly grunts, “brother zoned before school even starts.”

Rushing to change topics, you turned your attention to Lia. “How was the student council meeting?”

“Not too interesting,” Lia started, taking a bite of what you can only assume is an apple that was supposed to be part of her breakfast, “but we started to discuss some events for this year. How do you feel about a formal? Or a carnival?”

Before anyone could respond, she interrupted the conversation she initiated. “Wait, don’t be late to the assembly today,” she directed her pointed stare at Ryujin - notorious for skipping the weekly assemblies altogether, “I’ll be making the opening remarks.”

“Of course I’d go,” Ryujin sing-songs, leaning towards Lia’s shoulder - before making a joking mocking face towards you, “for you!”

Karina perks up, “Does that mean Soobin will too?” Lia immediately nudged her to the side. Soobin was one of the student council representatives from your batch, and much to Lia’s dismay, is the subject of Karina’s infatuation.

“You know, you should just ask him out at this point,” Yeji started, although this conversation started to get filtered out while you scanned the courtyard.

Placed right next to the soccer field, you were quite surprised to see the soccer team already practising for the year. “Are you still thinking of joining the soccer team, Ryu?”

She ecstatically nodded, before motioning to Yeji and Karina - taking them out of their conversation. “Yeji and Karina will be my personal cheerleaders.”

“If I get into cheer, of course.” This will be Yeji’s first year while Karina joined last year in the second semester. All of you groaned at her response - Karina immediately reassured her, knowing so well that if the cheer team didn’t accept Yeji - they would be making the worst mistake of their life.

Lia asked, “When’s tryouts?”

Before Yeji or Karina could answer, a soccer ball came flying towards the table - knocking you directly on the top of your head, making you stumble slightly. The ball, after hitting your head, rebounded and bounced onto the wooden table - Ryu quickly grabbed it to prevent it from hitting anyone else.

An ‘apology’ in the form of a scream, followed by miscellaneous laughter, came from the distance.

“Are you okay?” Yeji quickly checked your head while Ryujin started to glare at the person who was sprinting over - their friend, laughing like a maniac, in tow. As of now, you can only assume he is the one at fault. You nodded at Yeji, watching as your friends passed you their water bottles to place against the pain. With the minor headache, you aimed your eyes at the wooden table - before ultimately closing your eyes.

The voice that got louder as he got closer seemed to be familiar. Was it from the dream tonight? It can’t be though, right? Maybe you’re going crazy from the ball hitting you too hard. Surely, that must be it. “I’m so sorry, oh my gosh.”

“It’s alright,” you started, not making eye-contact quite yet - trying to reduce the pain through limiting the amount of light entering your vision. “Just a mistake, right?”

Now that the initial shock has worn off, most of your friends are also laughing. Admittedly, you want to laugh too.

Ryujin, however, was eyeing the two who approached your group up and down. “Are you guys on the soccer team?” Although to the passerby, it sounds like an innocent question - you can hear the slight edge of annoyance in her voice as her free hand went to rest on your shoulder.

“Um, yeah.” One voice said hesitantly, the same voice who was profusely apologetic. The other, however, was quick to introduce himself.

“Yes! We got placed in the team last year. ” He answered cheerfully, “My name is Jeongin and this is my friend Beomgyu!” Beomgyu…you can assume he was the one who hit you.

“I’m assuming defence?” She returned the ball to the friend. Over the last academic year and this summer, you had learnt how to identify when Ryujin was annoyed. This judgement, you can presume, was her annoyance at their lack of aim on a Monday morning.

However, Jeongin doesn’t seem to pick up on this. You can’t blame him, Ryujin was really good at being subtle. “Offence actually!”

You decided to finally open your eyes, the pain finally subsiding. Turning around to find your attacker, you immediately made eye contact with soft brown eyes full of concern. You couldn’t deny you found him attractive; his features were rounded and welcoming - from his rounded lips and his heart shaped face. His eyes, however, felt magnetising. Why does it feel like I’ve seen these eyes before?

“Uh-hum,” Lia faked a cough, taking you out of your temporary trance. This is definitely going to be blackmail material, you thought - noticing the cheeky smirks on all of your friends’ faces. Thanks to this, you noticed his friend - snugly holding the ball underneath his arm - also wearing the same smirk, revelling in this moment too. You also noticed that Beomgyu wasn’t wearing a school uniform, instead donning a red sports jacket, white shirt, and black joggers. That certainly isn’t the soccer uniform either.

Pushing away any remaining pain, you smiled. “I’m all good, don’t worry.”

“This is Y/N, by the way!” Karina perked up, introducing yourself for you. To cover up the obvious attempt at being a wingman, Karina then introduced everyone else.

Let them leave, let them leave; a request that repeated like a mantra in your head, but it seemed like all your friends wanted to enjoy your misery.

Lia, who you thought would never want to purposely put you in situations you want to leave, joined in. “What year group are you guys in?” When will the bell ring?

Almost as if you had willed it to be, the bell did (finally) ring. The sound of the shrill alarm reaches even the furthest point of the olympic sized football field. “Oh shit, I have to change back into uniform before homeroom.” He looked back at you, before focusing his sight on the gravel floor, “I’m so sorry again.” With that, Beomgyu quickly escaped - his friend, still obviously enjoying this predicament, followed soon after.

While you focused on fixing your backpack (and waiting for Yeji as you two shared homeroom - which would be replacing the first thirty minutes of your first class for today and today only), you felt everyone’s eyes on you, watching your every move.

“Oooh la la,” Yeji started, smirking as she threw her bag on, “first the new student and now a soccer player?” Even if you weren’t looking at her, you could hear her smug smile and wiggling brows.

Throwing her arm around you, Karina joins in. “I think we have a little heartbreaker over here!”

You glanced back up at that, jokingly shoving off her arm as you challenged her. “Oh really? How many confessions did you get for Valentine’s Day last year?”

If you hadn’t wanted to see your friends today, you would’ve found an excuse to stay at home. Like every first day that exists, today was purely an introduction of the expectations for the year. Teachers went on and on about the curriculum, assessments, classroom rules, and in all honesty? All of it was old information or information you can deal with when the time comes. For now, you really didn’t have to think of the exam at the end of the school year.

One new thing you learnt today is that whoever decided your schedule hates you. While you have been wanting to see the freshman and his friend - you didn’t even pass by him in the halls. But you know who you did pass by? Beomgyu. As if by a twist of fate, Beomgyu appeared in almost every corridor you had to go through - especially when you were going in between classes with your friends. Hell, he’s even in your physical education class with Ryujin.

Another thing you learnt today? Hyejijum High sends an unnecessary amount of emails to your school email. From at least three emails reminding you of the final assembly in place of homeroom for the first week to the cafeteria menu for the next month - you spent a majority of the day ignoring the redundant lectures on class expectations and instead, emptying your inbox.

One email, however, was very intriguing. The subject line caught your eye even before you could delete it.

SUBJECT: SPECIAL PILOT CLUB - EXCLUSIVE INVITATION, STAR SEEKERS

FROM: HYEJIJUM HIGH COUNSELING <[email protected]>

Hello!

Welcome to the new school year. All of you were selected to join STAR SEEKERS, an exclusive new society that will be test piloted this year. We heavily implore you to attend today’s first session after school in dance studio 4. Any pre-existing after school commitments have already been made aware of your absence today.

We look forward to seeing you today.

Location: The Dance Studio 4

Time: 3:30 PM to 5:30 PM.

Sincerely,

THE STAR SEEKERS SOCIETY

Is this some sort of astronomy club of sorts? You weren’t into astronomy, and even if you were - it would be weird for the guidance counsellors to be aware of it. Who else was chosen? The simple email only plagued your mind with questions, one after another. In a way, the vagueness piqued your interest. If this was some strange marketing technique, it certainly was working. I can always peep my head in, you decided, and leave if I hate it.

So lost in your thoughts, you didn’t even realise class ended until Yeji started putting her stuff away. “Ready for assembly?” Like you, Yeji opted for the science pathway - deciding that she can go onto personal training in the future, so biology from science would help her in understanding movements in dance.

Nodding, you fumbled to put your laptop away. “Have you heard of anything called The Star Seekers before?”

While Yeji wasn’t on the student council, she practically knew everything that was going on at the school. You and Ryujin joke about her being the unofficial school spirit squad as you’re certain everyone knew who she was. If she was an upperclassman, she’d likely be in the same ‘it’ group as Yeonjun.

However, your usual informant seemed to be as lost as you. “No, is it a new astronomy club or a Dungeons and Dragons sort of thing?” She tilted her head, probing you for the same information you were trying to learn from her. I guess she didn’t get the email, you realised as you heard her repeat the name quietly as if it was foreign on her tongue.

“Nevermind, it’s nothing. Let’s see Lia shine?” You changed the topic, now ready to join the students exiting the lab.

“And see Karina be lovesick.” Yeji pretended to gag, “I used to be upset we weren’t all in the same homeroom, but I’m so glad she isn’t in our homeroom now.” You laughed, agreeing. If she was in your homeroom, she’d spend every Monday from 2:30 to 3:00 working up the courage to talk to Soobin.

Though your friend and her crush are now the topic of conversation, this ‘club’ still lingers in the back of your mind. Sure, conversation with Yeji always helps you take your mind off things - but there was certainly no way that could’ve been junk mail. The voice inside your head wanting you to check it out, to see if it’s legitimate came back - however, this time it wasn’t your voice. It was the voice from your nightmare.

Assembly flew past in a flash, although you have to thank Ryujin for that. Surprisingly, Ryujin was at the assembly hall early. With her early access, she threw her school and soccer bags over five seats - essentially reserving them for the four of you (Lia would have to sit in the front row) and Chaewon (Ryujin’s soccer friend who quickly also became a good friend of yours too). Granted, while Ryujin claims her teacher let her out early: you heard from Chaewon that it was because she slipped out before her class ended. You would like to believe Ryujin’s story more.

While their company and Lia’s five minutes of fame made the assembly some sort of enjoyable, you're unfortunately now forced to wait on campus without their presence. Like 99.99% of the school (the .01% being you, Kai, and his friend), your friends live nearby and could easily go home as soon as the bell rings. You, unfortunately, have to wait for the train scheduled every 30 minutes… or wait for the bus, which would be an even longer commute. Another inconvenient truth is that they all had lives outside of your friendship; Lia was part of the band, Ryujin and Chaewon played soccer, and Karina and Yeji were part (or, well, trying to be a part) of the cheer team.

So here you sat, alone, at your usual table in the courtyard. Despite the familiarity and comfort (and some false sense of ownership of the spot), you were prepared to duck at any sign of a soccer ball flying towards you - especially as the prospective soccer players lined up for tryouts. You spotted Beomgyu in the bunch, lined up with his friend. While looking around, you swore he made eye contact with you - leading to you quickly turning away.

Time is weird, you decided as the courtyard clock designed to let students know when class starts only gave you misery. What felt like a minute ago, you were leaving assembly at 3:00 and walking with your friends to their respective extracurriculars. Now, at the courtyard, the clock told you it was 3:14. Since 3:14, it felt like 15 minutes had passed - yet it’s only 3:15.

What can I do to pass the time? You searched your immediate area, your eyes landing on the same ones from this morning. Oh, so he is on the soccer team. Now wearing the soccer team jersey - an honour previous team members would have among those trying outs, you spot Beomgyu in the group huddle….although, his attention appeared to be on you.

Heart beating loudly, your eyes darted down to your phone. I definitely wasn’t looking, you defended internally, texting your group chat.

To: gorgeous gorgeous girls

good luck girlies!! (as if you need it) - let us know how it goes <3 currently praying that the star seekers thing isn’t as cult-like as it sounds

There’s only so much you can text to people who are currently preoccupied with tryouts and other activities. Unfortunately, despite your proximity - you were unable to watch Ryujin prepare for hers. As the male soccer team uses the left side of the field, the female team has taken over the right. Consequently, if you dare try to watch and support Ryujin you could either cross the field (and risk getting hit by yet another ball) or watch from a distance (and look like a creeper on Beomgyu).

Yeah, no. Your friends already have enough ammunition off that one interaction, you don’t want to give them another reason. Turning your attention to your phone, you decided to try again in researching Star Seekers. If they wanted to test-pilot at the club here, it must be somewhere else.

No results.

What on earth did you get signed up for?

Well…more like, who thought of you as a potential member for this club?

But most importantly, why are you so compelled to go?

Located on the top floor, just besides the tennis court, was the dance studio. You knew the way here quite well; Karina and Yeji often dragged your group to their personal dance rehearsals during lunch periods. Likewise, the layout was as you remembered it; a computer tucked away in the back of the room, one wall of pure mirrors, dance bars, and gym mat flooring.

You dropped your bag on one of the benches lined up against the wall before sliding down next to it. No one else was here yet, but then again - you were seven minutes early. Who would even come? Who met the criteria to even be invited? Who is the supervisor?

Endless questions, but you knew they all would - or at least, should - be answered soon.

Seven minutes left, every second felt longer than the last. Scanning the room, you noticed a lack of preparation. Was this all a prank? If this ‘Star Seekers’ club is as boring or as sketchy as you currently think, you could always just leave early. That’s the one thought keeping you from freaking out. Otherwise, if I’m trapped here - my parents could always sue the school.

There wasn’t much you could do while waiting. For the first time in your life, you were annoyed you had no homework assigned. Instead, you decided to try and…find your inner peace? You genuinely couldn’t think of anything to pass the time; your friends were at their own clubs and if you had to read one more dumb post online about Little Miss Tax Invasion or whatever, you’d lose all your brain cells. I’ll just close my eyes, you decided. At least with your eyes shut, the pain from the fluorescent light is significantly reduced.

“Hello?” A voice broke through the silence, echoing off the walls. “Are you here for the Star Seekers?” Despite being initially startled, you were grateful to have someone here. Opening your eyes, you immediately spotted someone everyone in the school would know - still wearing his uniform with his student council pin on display.

Soobin was also chosen? What do the two of us have in common? Is it a year group thing? You tried to rationalise why on earth you were chosen to be in the same club as the school’s favourite soft boy. What you didn’t realise is that this trail of thoughts made you stare at Soobin, wordlessly. “Hello?” He asked again, getting your attention.

“Oh yeah, sorry.” You stood up from your seat, brushing your palms on your uniform skirt, “Yeah, I’m here for Star Seekers. I’m Y/N, by the way.”

He smiled, dimples appearing on his cheeks. “Yeah, Lia’s friend - right?” You nodded, partly surprised he recognized you. “I’m Soobin Choi.” Cute. He must’ve known he didn’t have to introduce himself, especially considering that he had to speak in front of the whole school not even an hour ago.

“Please tell me that as a student council member, you have an idea about what this club is.” You sat back down, motioning to the spot beside you (the one that wasn’t occupied by your bag) - to which he quickly accepted.

Turning pink, it was clear that Soobin had no clue either. “I was just invited as well. I thought it could be a good experience. That, and if it’s a good club with a successful test pilot - maybe more people can join.”

Quirking your eyebrow, you looked him over. He, like you, decided to lean all the way on the wall - resting your back against the solid surface. The divots in the wall may be a bit uncomfortable, but it certainly was more comfortable than holding you back up straight. “Why do you think we were chosen?”

“Not sure,” he shrugged, “I had to tell my parents that I was staying later than usual at the last minute, so that’s not great.”

You snorted; of course, that’s what he’s worried about. Your parents are happy that you’re staying behind at school, looking for clubs or spending time with friends. Even if sometimes, staying late makes you arrive just in time for dinner. “Are your parents super strict?”

Soobin shook his head. In all honesty, you weren’t sure what you were expecting; did he seem like he had strict parents? He certainly behaved more proper than a lot of people your age; he looked like he was taking good care of himself. You can tell that whoever his parents are would be proud to call him their son.

“Not necessarily,” Soobin commented. Shoot, his voice is truly calming too - not even when he’s just speaking for assembly. You’re starting to see why Karina’s crush on him was so intense. Of course, his voice is calming - you rationalised - he speaks at every assembly and you’ve had at least one conversation with him. “ I just help out at their shop every once in a while, and I live quite a bit away so it’ll take me longer to get back.”

Wait, Soobin…Choi? “Shop?” You asked.

“Um, I’m not sure if you heard of it. It’s like a local bakery in my suburb,” He smiled sheepishly, a small dimple poking out. “It’s called Choi’s Convenience and Bakery? We’re really known for…” Your jaw dropped before he completed his sentence.

“I love that place!” Leaning forward, your hand rested on his shoulder as disbelief took over. Someone else in your school live near you? And they happen to work at your favourite shop? You were even thinking of applying for a summer job there last year. “You sell the best pastries. I get breakfast there sometimes! I’ve never seen you around though?”

Soobin also seemed excited about this revelation, “Oh! I leave early.” He brushed off, and honestly - you don’t question it. Lia has to get to school half an hour earlier than you guys on Mondays - maybe he’s just adopted it as part of his routine. “Do you live in the area too? It’s like 40 minutes out. Not many students live there.”

“Do you know Kwangyuu Street?”

He eagerly nodded, “Yes! My aunt lives there!”

“I’m the fourth house down the street!” You started to chuckle, “You’re the first student here that I’ve met who also lives in the area.”

Soobin snickered, “Do you know that one TikTok sound?” Your brows furrowed. “The one that originated from Spongebob? It was like, if I had a nickel for every time that happened, then I'd have two nickels…” He trailed off, his eyes searching your face for any sense of recognition.

“It’s not a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice?” You tried to finish, to which he excitedly nodded. Okay, you can fully understand how Karina is heads over heels for him; something you admitted when Soobin ran his hand through his hair, revealing his full face that was always hidden behind bangs. There was no denying how cute he was; with his wide gleaming eyes and charming smile. “You don’t know anyone else from our area either?”

“Not really,” He grinned, happy to have found someone to trek with, “how about you?”

You search your brain, “Well, I know Yeonjun uses our train stop so I’m assuming he does - oh! And I met a kid today who -”

The door opened once more, causing you to glance at the clock. 3:32.

“Speak of the devil!” A whisper under your breath soon became a full exclamation as you jumped to your feet to welcome your new friend from earlier today. “Are you stalking me? I was just talking about you!”

Excited squeals filled the room; an unfortunate situation for Soobin and Kai’s acquaintance’s ears. “It’s you!” He hurriedly pulled you into a hug. Normally, you don’t hug people you meet the same day - but it felt safe with Kai. Who could deny him? Once the hug finished, he reached behind him - pulling someone into the room with him. “This is Taehyun!”

Have I seen him before? You have to assume you saw him in passing - maybe near Choi’s bakery, or maybe he just has one of those faces.

“Nice to meet you! I’m Y/N.” As much as you were happy to see the two of them, it meant one of your theories as to why you were all here was disproved. So the criteria wasn’t based on batch.

Taehyun’s mouth formed an O-shape as he realised who he was speaking to. “It’s nice to put a face to the name! Kai was telling me about you all day today.” His statement was quickly followed by an ow as Kai hit his shoulder. You, however, were curious. What was he saying? Hopefully all good things.

Kai seemed to notice this, quickly jumping in to explain. “I was saying you seemed really cool and how you knew someone in orchestra and band and how you give good vibes and…” Deciding to save him from rambling, you jumped in and thanked him for the compliments.

Saving Kai from any further embarrassment, Soobin quickly introduced himself. It was in this round of introductions that the door opened once more, revealing the same face you’ve been trying to avoid all day.

3:35.

The next face that appears is one that makes you want to groan. Why him? Of course, it is Beomgyu - the same boy from earlier. He’s wearing the soccer gear you just saw him wearing a while ago, his hair plaited with sweat across his forehead. “Hello!” He excitedly greeted, before his eyes lied on you. “Oh.”

You just nodded at his acknowledgement.

“My name is Soobin, and you are?”

“Beomgyu.”

As introductions were shared - yours was done as just a nicety, time started passing further. Why is it only five people? This is a small club. No one would be ten minutes late, right?

“You know, this is like the teacher rule thing.” Beomgyu started, changing the conversation from the small talk of how the first day was to the ticking of the clock that resounded throughout the room. “If a teacher is fifteen minutes late, you’re allowed to leave.”

Kai nodded; “I heard about that, but I feel like I always had luck with timings.” He hummed, “I’ve actually never been late to a class where the teacher has not been late either.”

“I heard that was a fake rule though,” Soobin added, “or at least an American one.”

“Do you reckon we should leave if no supervisor comes in?” You ask, trying to gauge what everyone was thinking. I mean, technically - they can’t hold us here forever.

Taehyun chipped in; “I mean, what else are we supposed to do right now? Anyone have homework?” Everyone shook their heads. It’s a collective understanding that if a teacher does assign work on the first day, then they’re assholes.

The door creaks open, silencing you all. Is it the supervisor? No, certainly not - the supervisor wouldn’t come in with echoes of laughter behind them. You could hear a pin drop in the silence within the room.

Oh god.

You were met with eyes you knew for a short period of time that you have since avoided; Yeonjun.

“Hey everyone!” A voice that you encountered almost a year ago today exactly; the voice that provided temporary comfort from your confusion. “Sorry for being late!” Despite scrambling to the seats, he still looked cool. Damn him. His apologies were halted by his observation; “Wait, is there even a supervisor here?” Everyone shook their heads, staring at him wordlessly. Yeonjun needs no introductions, of course. His eyes flicked over to yours, and you swear there was a sign of recognition. You certainly hope not.

So what even is the connection between you all?

“Um, should we talk until a supervisor comes?” Soobin stuttered out from beside you. Despite his confident facade on stage during assemblies, you now can see that underneath it all was a shy teenage boy uncertain of his voice. His sudden shyness makes him more endearing; the soft pink blush tinting his cheeks, his ears turning slightly red. Cute. “What do you think this club is all about?”

Beomgyu, however, speaks over him - making his question unheard to those not next to him (aka, you and now Yeonjun). “I could’ve been playing soccer with the team. We have a game already in a few weeks.”

“Already?” Kai asked, shocked - Taehyun and him joining the conversation. You can see that this ignorance has caused Soobin to sink into himself, uncertain. However, you weren’t the only one who noticed this.

“What do you think this club is all about?” Yeonjun spoke loudly, commanding the attention of everyone in the room. “Soobin-ah asked the question. What do you guys think?” As silence followed, he filled in the gaps. “I honestly have no clue. How about you? Y/N right?” How does Yeonjun know my name? The internal question seemed to be present on your face as Yeonjun quickly comments on how he remembers you from last year, before a quick and playful reprimanding for avoiding his waves.

You looked towards Soobin and Yeonjun; two pairs of eyes that are oddly comforting at this moment. “I initially thought it’d be an astronomy club, but wouldn’t it meet at night?”

The youngest in the room jumped in - “I’m a Leo! What are your signs?”

Taehyun smacked the top of his head lightly, “That’s astrology, not astronomy, dumbass.” Kai however insisted that everyone still answered. “Do you guys believe in astrology then?”

The eldest shrugs; “It doesn’t necessarily hurt to believe it, it’s always a bit of fun.”

Soobin smirks as he lets out a chuckle, “My zodiac sign says I’d be the life of the party, but I’m quite introverted.”

“I can’t tell that though,” Yeonjun smiled, nudging Soobin with his knee.

You added, “You have a very bright and calming presence, like…I feel like you would be a great party host.” Bashedly, Soobin smiled and thanked you. “Do you guys think you match your zodiac sign descriptions quite well?”

After a long conversation about zodiac signs, one that made you realise how you truly feel about the very controversial science, Beomgyu returned to the original topic. “It could be like a dungeons and dragons sort of club?”

Taehyun shook his head, “There’s already one.” In unison, both him and Soobin said the name; ‘the DnD Destroyers’.

It only continued. Silence was a rare sound for the next hour. Even without a supervisor, the conversation felt natural after a while - as if you knew each other for quite a while. Sure, you still tip-toed over some topics; uncertain about where comfort zones lie, but it felt like a solid friendship just started. Or, well, a good moment to look back. Unfortunately, like all things - the conversation must come to an end; a silence filling the room. Is it time to go? Maybe, but the question at the back of your brain is still left unanswered. Plus, it’s been enjoyable to be here; more enjoyable than you thought. Part of you wishes this would happen again, while another part wishes that time travel exists so you could return to this moment as you please.

As the group of you all collected your bags to head out, the final thought that’s been at the back of your brain was getting annoying - like an itch you couldn’t reach. “I’m so sorry if this sounds creepy, but I’m still trying to figure out why we’re all here and what this club is about.”

“I’m the same,” Taehyun added, “So far, I have a few theories?” He said it as a question, uncertain if you all wanted to hear it.

Yeonjun smiled encouragingly, “Go on then.”

“I think it has to be that we all live in the same suburb,” Taehyun started - making everyone turn around in revelation, “I’m saying this based off the fact that I live near Kai, and Kai mentioned how Y/N lives in our area, and I know that I see Soobin at Choi’s Bakery when I pick up pastries for my sister.”

That’s a good point, you turned to face Yeonjun and Beomgyu. “Not to sound creepy, but do you guys live near the Hybedosi station too?” Both of them nodded slowly. That must be the connection, you thought - certain that Taehyun was on the right track.

In actuality, Taehyun must be a kindred spirit as you relate to everything he’s saying. “I have done so much googling and research, and I haven’t found anything about this club at all.”

Kai snorted, “We spent thirty minutes before coming here in the library. He was looking for old yearbooks to try and find some hint of the club.”

“So it’s definitely not an international club, nor is it well-known,” Taehyun continued to talk, as if Kai hadn't spoken, “- so it must be like…some sort of way to connect us?”

Soobin agreed, nodding his head as he further elaborated. “This…like, lady came to one of our student council sessions and emphasised the importance of building smaller communities, so maybe one of the administration people decided this.”

“Isn’t it a breach of safety?” Beomgyu chimed in, “Like, or mishandling of personal information?”

Taehyun shook his head, “Technically, they haven’t given out the information beyond us. And even then, we deduced it.”

“Would you guys like to go back together then?” Kai invited, “And maybe we could even go to school together tomorrow? We can even grab breakfast at Choi’s.”

With the six of you agreeing to the plan - 6:30am at Choi’s tomorrow morning - you all headed to the trains, getting to know each other more. (And, something that will change up your routine - even just a little bit more - to look forward to tomorrow morning)

A MONTH LATER,

y/n: wru all wtf we’re gonna be late

Passengers walking into the train seemed to be taunting you. While you’re stuck at the platform, anxiously clicking the power button to take a peek at the time; curse them. You think back to a month ago when this problem wouldn’t have existed.

gyu: look behind you

You pushed yourself off the column you were leaning against, quickly turning to look behind you - your eyes trained on the ground until you fully turned. What? Ready to give these assholes a piece of your mind for making you all later than you’d like (and hate on Beomgyu for adamantly lying to you), your focus turned to your phone once more.

“Boo!” To say your heart temporarily stopped was an understatement. The sudden push that came from behind you - well, what was in front of you moments ago - startled you even more. Your phone slipped through your fingers, luckily caught last minute - but that alone only added to your fear.

“I literally hate you.” You groaned, your hand going to your heart as if it could calm it down.

Beomgyu smirked, before leaning against the same column you were minutes ago. “You have to admit, you’re impressed I’m here before Soobin.”

“That’s the definition of bare minimum.” Like a magnet, you buried your head into Beomgyu’s shoulder. Unfortunately, Beomgyu convinced you to stay up late calling last night - so getting out of bed today was especially miserable. It’s a miracle Beomgyu was as chipper as he normally is. “Soobin has to be here. He’s performing less than bare minimum.”

His hand went to rest in your hair, teasingly ruffling it as you complained against his shoulder. He couldn’t see your face - only could feel your persistent pout through the uniform vest - but he smiled. “Well, men are trash anyways.” With his other hand, he typed a private message to the school council member.

to soobs (private chat): if you’re still at the bakery, can you bring extra pastries for y/n??

Within an instance, Soobin responded:

soobs (private chat): already on my way there, but already on it.

“How are you so chipper this morning?” You pulled away, now resting so that your chin is on his shoulder and you’re looking up at his face. Cute; his hair was a bit more unruly than usual and his eyes a bit more dazed. The bags under his eyes were a bit more sunken than usual - probably something that you shared with him today - yet he still made your heart flutter.

He smirked, “Because I’m with you.” You fake-vomited, now pulling yourself off of him - immediately making him pull you back into his chest.

“That’s so cheesy.” He’s been playfully flirting with you for the last two weeks. It started after Yeonjun had asked him his best pick-up line, which happened to be the most cheesy thing you’ve heard (well, until now). It quite literally earned a visceral reaction from you, and Beomgyu seemed to make it his mission to make you react like that again.

“This is a public location, lovebirds.” Kai sang, sauntering towards you with Taehyun in tow. The two were direct neighbours and have been their whole lives, you had learnt soon after meeting them. “You shouldn’t be doing PDA out here.” His comment released Beomgyu’s grip on you, preventing him from pulling you back into his embrace.

You rolled your eyes. Beomgyu was not your boyfriend; something you had to remind your friends way too often that you would want to admit. The first time your friends realised you befriended the boy who could be arrested for ‘attempted manslaughter’ (Ryujin with her dramatics), the amount of teasing you got lasted for days.

“Where’s Soobs?” Taehyun asked, also expecting Soobin to be the first one here. “How long have you been here for?”

Time to make him feel guilty, you decided - planning to tease them. “Literally, I could’ve been at school already.” You were here before everyone else a maximum of five minutes before Beomgyu sauntered in, but they didn’t have to know that. Taehyun, however, never falling for your tricks - raised his brow interrogatively. And Taehyun being your favorite best boy (as you joke Kai and him compete for), you crumpled under his pointed stare. “Nah, I was just here for like five minutes,” you shrugged - falling back onto the wall beside Beomgyu.

“Nice try.” Kai grinned, laughing at your now sheepish face. “How are we all earlier than Soobin though? Isn’t he the one who usually gets here early?”

“He also lives closer than all of us.” Taehyun added. “Yeonjun is also usually early.”

From an outsider's perspective, the four of you must look like a cliche high school movie group - some sort of terrible remake of the Breakfast Club or the Brat Pack. Beomgyu decided to let loose on his uniform; his tie slightly undone and varsity jacket thrown over his shoulder with his backpack hanging onto a single shoulder, of course, plays the role of a rebellious jock. As the stereotypical nerd, Taehyun had a set of books tightly held in his arms - despite how bulky his backpack was already. And Kai? He looked like a version of a band freak, one shoulder carrying his shoulder bag - the other shoulder holding a guitar bag; both appearing like an ‘X’ against his chest. On top of it all, there was you - not quite fitting in any special clique, just the friends of the cheerleaders who can fit herself into any puzzle; a side character you can put into any random friend group of any scene, and it’d make sense.

You squint your eyes, silently questioning that statement; Yeonjun is always late. Taehyun quickly rescinded it. Unfortunately, two pairs of ears heard the statement; bloating one of their egos so much more.

“I know I’m always early.” Yeonjun gloated ‘fake news’, “I’m always the first here.” Soobin, despite always being the first there, didn’t seem to care that he took his title. With a pulled back smile, Soobin passed you a small doggy bag of your favourite pastry. He then handed out the others.

Thank the lords, you praised - quickly opening up the bag after thanking him and biting into the delicious treat. “Choi Soobin, you’re actually the love of my life.” He chuckled, blushing wildly. Luckily, he didn’t have to respond as the train brushed past.

“Let’s goooooo!” Kai sang, “Time to go to schoooooolllll.”

How anyone can be this happy about getting onto a train to head back to school defeats you.

And as per the usual for the last month (except on Mondays when Soobin has to get to school thirty minutes earlier), the six of you talked about absolutely anything and everything you can think of throughout the trip (yes, even the fact the air was feeling a bit crispier than usual or the idea that time is simply a concept created by society). Today’s conversation topic? The school sleepover that would be happening tomorrow night; the same school sleepover that you six planned just because Yeonjun wanted to confirm the existence of the school ghost Kai heard about and Taehyun immediately started to theorize about.

“We should see if it’s true!” Yeonjun proposed excitedly; the six of you standing in the train full of adults making their way to work. “We should stay overnight, to try and support it.” He turned to Taehyun, “We can confirm your theories!

Ever since Kai heard from a fellow classmate about the ghosts wandering Hyejijum High, a ghost called Ki-woo, the six of you decided to have fun with it. From Soobin mentioning the name like a curse word in front of the school administration to gauge their reactions to Taehyun scouring the library for books about the school's history. There was evidence that Taehyun found about the school being built on land with a questionable history - however, he thinks he could find more in the restricted books section. The desire to see a ghost only became worse after watching Buzzfeed Unsolved at Yeonjun’s house.

Specifically, you and Soobin started to join Taehyun in the library - creating funny and strange theories about what could’ve happened.

Beomgyu, of course, loved the idea. “We can stay out after school, say it’s a club bonding experience.” Despite the STAR SEEKERS club being absolute bullshit, the six of you are still enlisted underneath the club. In all honesty, you probably meet more than a normal club would. “C’mon, Soobin - you should ask!”

“Or,” The unease radiating from Soobin’s eyes alerted you so you tried to give him an out, “we could just have a sleepover and watch scary movies. I’m pretty sure my parents would be okay with it.”

Unfortunately, the other four seemed persistent. “It'd definitely be an interesting experience,” Taehyun added, “it’d be a good way to see it with our own eyes.”

“You can’t seriously be thinking of this!” You protested. There were so many logistical elements to work out; how will the security guards not see you? How will you even be able to stay past the school being locked down? “What about security? How will we even stay on campus after -”

Kai interrupted you, snapping his fingers as he thought of a solution. Turning to Soobin, he pointed at him. “Make a whole school event out of it; a school wide sleepover. You can sell tickets, do some fundraising for a charity or future school events, and we can sneak out during the chaos.”

“Huening Kai, I love you.” Yeonjun planted a huge, sloppy kiss on his cheek, making Kai cringe and wipe it off in an exaggerated fashion. “And, with our beautiful Choi Soobin,” he now wrapped his arm around the subject’s shoulders, “teachers will believe we’re not doing anything wrong and will be preoccupied with everyone else.”

Okay…that makes more logistic sense. After all, Lia did say how the school wanted to host more fundraising events. Yeonjun seemed to notice how your facial expression became just a little bit more relaxed, and decided that was a sign you agreed. “Great, so Soobin - just suggest the idea during your meeting today and we got ourselves a ghost to catch.”

By the time you all arrived at the school gates, Yeonjun and Beomgyu stopped informing you of their highly detailed scheme. “I’ll see you all later then.” The oldest grinned, before turning to the usual question; “What time is everyone done for today?”

As per usual, everyone ended around 3:30 while Beomgyu had soccer practice. “Let’s head back around 4:30?”

“Ew no,” You quickly contributed in a teasing tone, “at least fifteen more minutes so you can change out of your soccer clothes. Stinky.” Beomgyu chuckled, placing his hand on the top of your head - ruffling your hair.

“So 3:30, yeah?” Yeonjun teased, already walking away.

“YAH!” Beomgyu called back, flicking the air as if it was Yeonjun’s forehead. They always had a cat-and-mouse-type relationship, teasing each other relentlessly. But you know, that if it ever came to it - they’d die for each other.

As Yeonjun runs to his ‘it’ crew, the five of you discuss your plans for today. “I’ll spend lunch time in the library today,” Soobin started, “I’m behind on an assignment for history class and if we do actually follow through with tomorrow, I'm going to need to finish it now.”

“Oh, me too!” You exclaimed, “Is it alright if I join you?” Soobin nodded.

Kai starts laughing, “What do you mean actually? Of course we’re doing it!” Beomgyu enthusiastically agrees with Kai.

“Let’s just see if it works.” Taehyun interjected. “I’ll join you then, yeah?” With that, you all went off your own ways. As per usual, you headed towards the courtyard to meet your friends. As per the new usual, Beomgyu accompanied you.

“Oh, hello, Y/N and co!” Yeji grinned, still reveling in the fact you were far more out of your shell than you were last year. The rest of the girls turned to face you, and when they did, Karina immediately faced the floor.

“And goodbye, Y/N and co!” Beomgyu mused, mimicking Yeji’s greeting. From the distance, you heard Jeongin calling for his best friend. “I’ll see you later?” He asked, refusing to take his eyes off of you. You nodded, putting your backpack down on the ground before sliding into the seat. Smiling at the response, he sprinted off towards Jeongin - even running backwards at one point to glance back at you. Obviously, you were oblivious to this - your friends, however, were not blind.

“I’m happy to see you having more friends this year,” Yeji smiled, “you seem really happy.”

“Friends?” Karina poked in, “Beomgyu does be acting like a boyfriend. Which reminds me, can you introduce me formally to Soobin? Lia refuses too.”

Lia lets out an exasperated sigh, “I’m saying! He’s a friend, but not a good friend. We’re just on council together. I’m not going to be like ‘hey, my friend is obsessed with you. Date her?’.”

You furrowed your brows - remembering how last week you got Soobin to join you for lunch, “Hasn’t he sat at our table already?” Karina huffed, before turning to the side. “I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you talk.”

“No, but like we haven’t talk-talked - you know?”

“ANYWAYS,” You jumped to swap the conversation, not wanting to continue this further - “Ryu, when’s your soccer match?” Soccer season, unfortunately, is coming to an end. While you promised to support Beomgyu’s game with the guys, you have to make sure Ryujin’s game isn’t at the same time. Ryujin was your friend first.

“It’ll be next Friday afternoon!” Thank God, you thought - Beomgyu’s was on Saturday. “Around 4:00pm!”

You decided to extend the invite for Saturday, partially knowing they may be going anyway. After all, Ryujin and Yeji have been asking you to attend more sports games since last year (you always denied, unless Ryu was playing). Plus, it will let Karina interact with Soobin. Part of that made your heart twinge; the idea of them hitting it off and clicking as if they were meant to be, as if their souls were tied together throughout time. You’re not sure why - you should be happy about it. After all, he was your friend’s crush. Regardless, you brush the feelings aside. It’s probably nothing. “Would you want to come with me on Saturday to see the men’s soccer team?”

Lia dropped her jaw, before starting to sing. “Is this because of Beomgyuuuu?”

“Is little Y/Nie in loveeee?” Yeji continued.

You rolled your eyes, about to defend yourself when the bell rang.

“Literally saved by the bell.” Ryujin laughed, wrapping her arm around your shoulder. With the sound of a voice calling your name from a distance, she smirked. “Speak of the devil!” Your friends started scattering off - Yeji and Lia had English literature, while Karina had maths. You, however, had history.

I should probably text Soobin to ask if he has any questions for the teacher. You pulled out your phone and sent a quick private text to him. While doing this, you heard heavy panting coming from behind you - Ryujin now released her arm from her shoulders; freeing you - only for your shoulders to be held by someone else in just a few more minutes. Thursdays are the days you have two classes with Beomgyu; one at the start of the day, and one as the second to last period in physical education with Ryujin.

“I’ll see you later, Gyu?” Ryujin chuckled - notifying you of who's behind you. She was not ignorant to how Beomgyu paused and watched you with doe eyes. Luckily for her, Ryujin had study hall as her first class for Thursdays. Like most people, she uses morning study halls to nap or eat breakfast somewhere. “I’m going to head to the school cafe.” You nodded, before quickly telling her you’ll see her during the morning break period.

You turned to face your friend, who - when you think about it - the fact a friendship has blossomed between you two is surprising. Sweat was dripping from his forehead, probably from playing soccer with his friends while in his actual school uniform instead of his soccer gear. It definitely wasn’t good to be playing soccer in his vest and slacks on a sunny morning. “Ew, sweaty.” Beomgyu poked out his tongue, before taking your bag from your hands.

“I’ll carry this!”

You widen your eyes, “Gyu, I can carry it myself.”

He smiled, “I know you can, but you won’t.” He pulled you closer, and while the sweat clearly dripping from his hair disgusted you, you welcomed the embrace. “You can pay me back by doing my history work for me.” You pushed him away, both of you laughing as you rolled your eyes.

“I can’t even finish my own.”

“Did you know,” Soobin started, taking his eyes away from his research paper to continue the accidental game the three of you started, “that when grass is cut, the smell they release - it’s like it's a distress signal? So it’s practically screaming in pain to warn the others.”

You and Taehyun hum in appreciation.

The game started accidentally. Soobin, in an effort to make his assignment more interesting, decided to start spurting out any fact he deemed fun or interesting. Taehyun, however, wanted to one-up him. And you of course had to jump in.

Unfortunately, you had to tisk him. “That has nothing to do with your essay though.” Even his screen, which you have a full view of with your seat beside him, was pulled up on ‘fun facts’ instead of his essay. This game was to motivate him, you remembered, not to distract him.

“Tell me what else I can tell you about Ancient Greek culture without it being about Zeus having sex with another person that isn’t his wife.”

Taehyun joined in the temporary hate-on-Soobin club; “Didn’t Zeus turn into a golden shower once to impregnate a random woman?” Both you and Soobin turned your heads, unknowingly sharing the same questions that relate to why Zeus did it, how it worked, what even happened - but most importantly; why does Taehyun know this?

“That’s a very specific kink.” Soobin muttered under his breath; eyes wide, making him look like a young child. The shock of Soobin saying such a statement so innocently made you flinch; your head landing on his shoulder as you had to muffle your laughter. Even the librarian came by to shush you. “I don’t get why someone would cheat…” He now mumbled under his breath.

It wasn’t something that often came to mind. Like a mindless and endless conversation with Ryujin and Yeji, you decided to elaborate - launching the conversation to a whole new direction. “Do you think physical or emotional cheating is worse? Do you think cheating is ever okay?”

The essays both you and Soobin had to work on were long forgotten, Taehyun just revising for a maths exam in a month from now (who studies this early anyway?). “ I think physical cheating, sure, is more concrete but surface level. So emotional cheating is worse.” Taehyun said, matter-of-factly. “But, I don’t think cheating is always terrible? Like in toxic relationships, I think it’s natural and may help the people end the toxicity to emotionally cheat. But yeah, I guess it also depends on intention or following behaviour, like if they’re hiding it or purposefully lying or intend to keep doing it behind their back.”

Despite a relatively detailed answer from Taehyun, Soobin seemed to be launched into an even more detailed answer. “Neither is good, there is no such thing as worse in this case.” He started, “However, if it is true love - like obviously they are made for each other, I guess it’s okay?” His statement led you to a question; but how do you know if it’s true love?

As Soobin continues to ramble, you get lost in your thoughts. You were still young, uncertain of love and what it feels like. Is it supposed to feel exciting every day? Is it supposed to be like what an adrenaline junkie craves? Excitement running through you, blindsighted with no regard for consequences because you’re so consumed with this person. Is it supposed to be like home, like comfort? Like an introvert’s dream, or a rainy day inside with a warm cup of hot chocolate - wrapped up in sheets? From television and books, you were taught that love was supposed to hurt; to be full of raging passion. However, from the love you’ve seen around you and from your own passion - you don’t know if you want love like that. Full of back and forth, bickering, toxic combinations of love and hate; maybe love was supposed to be love. But to know what love is supposed to be like, it’s important to ask if -

Taehyun scoffed, stopping Soobin’s spiele and your thoughts from unravelling further. “You need to get back to work.” He eyed both of you, to which you immediately turned your laptop and raised your hands in defence. You had more done on the history essay than Soobin, at least, so Taehyun hummed in some sort of approval. Whereas, Soobin received a disappointed sigh.

“So, Y/N -” Taehyun turned to you, “Did you know there’s a belief that Ned Fulmer’s affair is secretly part of a Try Guys Try A Scandal series?”

Soobin and you puff. “Did you not listen to their podcast?”

Whatever you’re feeling right now is completely, utterly, absolutely irrational, right? Right?

In your non-uniform clothes but also not yet your pyjamas, you and your friends settled around the gym.

From your spot, you can see Beomgyu with Jeongin and another soccer friend Hyunjin; Yeonjun with his friend Wooyoung enchanting his crowd with laughter; Soobin with Arin and her girlfriend Yoo-bin; Taehyun and Kai with some of their classmates like Jake and Sunghoon.

You had to wait until Yeonjun gives a ‘go’ single. Fortunately, Yeonjun’s friends are always willing to make a scene - so upon Yeonjun’s instruction, Wooyoung will cause their group to start…well, Yeonjun said he wouldn’t tell you what exactly to give you all deniability.

It was also Soobin’s idea, surprisingly, that you all sit separately from each other. The chaperones will take notice of larger groups, so if one group disappears - it’d be noticeable. If one person per group disappears? Not too obvious.

So your current feelings of being scared absolutely shitless is unreasonable, right?

No, but you know you have to convince yourself otherwise to follow through.

“What’s on your mind?” Ryujin asked, noticing your silence. Your friends knew about the plan; you didn’t want to scare them when you disappeared. “You worried?” With your silence, she prodded further. “Are you scared about getting caught with your boyfriend?”

You remained silent, your eyes laser focused on your hands. Will you get in trouble? Will you get caught? Should you follow the plan, or maybe should you just stay with your friends?

“Hey,” Ryujin’s voice lowered, her hand resting on your shoulder. The rest of your friends were too engrossed in a conversation about a series of TikToks. “What’s up, really?”

Words are failing you. How are you even feeling? Yes, sure - scared, nervous, worried. But you’re also excited. This is time with five people you’ve loved spending time with, who excite you, who challenge you. You want to spend time with them, but like this?

“I don’t know.”

A response of a soft smile was given. “Okay. Well, for now, I’ll be right here. And when you do know, and feel comfortable to share it, I’ll be right here to-”

Music broke through the gym. Wooyoung is screaming bloody murder as he tries to get everyone to stand up. You see Yeonjun through the crowd, his eyes roaming as he searches for you all. When his eyes made eye contact with yours, his eyes went wide.

This must be the sign.

…

Of course, the distraction had to be Gangnam Style.

Regardless, it worked. Almost every student and (oddly enough) a large number of chaperones joined Wooyoung, of course with his persistence. You’re pretty sure Wooyoung dragged the head chaperone into a dance circle. However, you can’t be certain; Ryujin distracted you, wishing you luck and sending you off.

Don’t think about the consequences, you heard Ryujin say in your head - something she has said a thousand times when she’s about to do something you swear is as dumb as the actions of a character in a horror movie. Unless the consequence is death, nothing worse could really happen.

So, you crouched down and made your way behind the crowd gathering at the centre. Well, nothing worse could happen - you thought of all the potentials. Unless this world is secretly magical and this could bring about the end of the world, the worst consequence could be expulsion - certainly not death.

The tale of the Hyejijum ghost is that of a long time ago. Before the school was built, it was a small village. At the time, trains and the other transport of today didn’t exist. Instead of the train tracks and roads, there was a forest.

According to the story Yeonjun and Kai have respectively heard, both the practice rooms and a place somewhere along your train route once harnessed magical energy. It was a result of the barrier between the different worlds being at its thinnest. The story says, the reason why the worlds were closer than they ever could be was because a group of children of gods followed a black cat into its clearing, unaware that the cat was the evil god in disguise. Somehow, the group got separated and the oldest - the leader of the group - died in cold blood by the hands of a friend whose soul got corrupted. One of the others - the lover of the corrupted - died trying to save them.

(“Sounds like a Percy Jackson fanfiction” Taehyun snorted as Yeonjun and Kai took turns telling the story - a choice that made the plot very disjointed - in the dark.

Yeonjun lightly pushes Taehyun’s head to the side - his flashlight that was shining on his face from below him shaking along with the movement. “You’re ruining the mood!”)

Here, the ghost story here diverges based on who is telling it. From the version Kai heard, after the two deaths and the disappearance of their corrupted friend - the others came back to the village - to the exact coordinates of the practice rooms - and bore the bad news. It was here where the three survivors broke down, releasing their pent up sadness at the loss of their friend. It was here that they died, unexpectedly, from heartbreak. It was told they still wander the halls, telling the stories of their lost friends.

According to Yeonjun’s version, the coordinates of the practice room is where the friend who had murdered the other came with the god and destroyed the village. It’s here that the old civilisation ended to make way for a new society. Unfortunately, the ghosts of the friends remain here; still wandering the halls in an attempt to stop him.

“Do you think multiple universes even exist?” Kai prompted, the six of you peeking into the practice rooms with your phone torches on.

Taehyun shrugged, “It’s a scientific theory that has yet to be disproven.”

“I think it would be fun.” Yeonjun added, “Imagining how else we’d be living. Do you think I’d be famous in another life? Do you think we’d still be friends?”

Glancing towards you all with a soft look in his eyes, Soobin smiled; “I think we’d be.”

“Don’t worry Yeonjun, you’d still be the same annoying hyung.” Beomgyu’s comment earned a slap to the back of his head. “I do not see anything.”

Unbeknownst to them, your hand started towards the wall; patting around in an attempt to find the light switch. Sure, it’s less likely to call upon a ghost - you thought - but whoever is holding your hand right now is trembling and light would probably help. Their conversation around you muffled out as you suddenly felt a fear that wasn’t yours moments ago. “Can you guys find the light?” You asked, struggling to find the switch. Based on the grip on your hand and the distance of their voices, you can probably assume it wasn’t Yeonjun or Taehyun.

No one heard you, all focused on everywhere there torches shined light on. From the blue mat lining the floor, the series of chords for the speakers, the -

Something moved in front of you. “What was that?” Soobin squealed - the grip on your hand tightening. So it was Soobin. The sound of footsteps soon echoed throughout the room.

“Guys, this isn’t funny!” You called as Yeonjun moved the torch to try and find what noise was being made.

When the light revealed the mirror, your heart dropped.

“AH!” Three of you screamed. Behind Soobin and Yeonjun’s reflection were…Beomgyu and Kai making weird faces. Lights suddenly flickered on, showing Taehyun had covered the light switch the whole time.

“HAJIMA!” Yeonjun screamed annoyed, hitting them. Whoever thought of the prank, it was apparently directed against you, Soobin, and Yeonjun. Based on the smug look on his face, you knew it was Beomgyu’s idea. Also, knowing Taehyun and Kai quite well - they wouldn’t come up with this without letting you in on it. “What the fuck was that?” Yeonjun’s anger soon dissipated as he started to laugh. That was pretty good, Yeonjun realised after a minute.

You groaned, putting your hands over your eyes - the sudden extremity of light hurting them. “Come on, this place is a dud.” Taehyun deadpanned, “We should go to the library and look for more clues.”

“Ew, no.” Kai whined, “We literally can be anywhere right now, and you choose the library?”

Taehyun pouted, “We can have unlimited access to the restricted books section!”

“Nerd!” Both Beomgyu and Yeonjun synchronised, both holding the ‘L’ sign towards their forehead.

What would be a fun place to go at a time like this? You, like everyone else, started thinking of all the potentials; the cafeteria, however, that’s pretty much creepy in the daytime too. The gymnasium is obviously occupied by the rest of the student body, the -

Arms draped loosely over your shoulders; his chest against your back as his arms crossed in front of you. “Didn’t mean to scare you, I’m sorry.” You rolled your eyes, pushing him off of you playfully.

“Oh, what did you mean to do then?” You tease. Simply put, he decided to prank you guys in the dark. What was he even meaning to do if not to scare you? “Were you trying to cure cancer then?” Beomgyu rolled his eyes at your response, trying to grab your arm to pull you closer again. When he failed, he pouted. But he just scared you, Soobin, and Yeonjun shitless. So, you immediately mocked his (admittedly cute and adorable) annoying expression and exaggeratingly pouted back.

Kai was the one who came up with the best idea. “How about the roof?” While not much convincing was needed, Yeonjun’s acceptance was the final confirmation.

Getting up to the roof was easy. In fact, a lot of students would camp out there eating lunches. It’s not allowed by the faculty, but kids will always find a way. Specifically, there was a staircase accessible by a broken lock the school had forgotten to fix. Once you go through the double doors at the top of the stairs, your jaw drops. Running towards the railing, you leaned out to see it all.

You’ve come here on occasion throughout your freshman year, and started frequenting it more this year because Kai is absolutely enchanted with the view up here. However, you’ve never been here at night.

On this starless night, the moon shone brighter than ever. However, it didn’t defeat the lights from the city below. Living in the Hybedosi suburb means it was mostly quiet, not much light beyond the convenience stores and the lamp posts. In the city, it was different. Instead of the sky, the stars could be found in the buildings below. You saw the lights line across the river and you felt like you were in a movie.

“Good idea, Kai.” Yeonjun sighed in content, staring at the view too. The beauty of this school is that due to its many facilities and being developed to be quite a prestigious school, the roof was actually quite high up.

However, a view can only be so interesting for so long. While Taehyun opted to remain standing, the five of you sat down on the ground - Yeonjun showing some TikToks on his phone. From his position, you could see a nasty burn on his hand - covered by a large bandaid. You see the ruptured skin poking out of the Minions bandaid. “Yeonjun, what happened here?”

“I was baking last night with Wooyoung.” He commented, shrugging as if the constant pain wasn't there. But he got used to it, in his eyes. Or, he’ll get used to it soon. Sure, it stung when it got touched - but it’ll soon become numb. No one should be concerned.

You rolled your eyes, “Give me your hand.” As he followed your instructions, you dramatically kissed his hand better - making Yeonjun equally dramatically pretend you were inviting him to a ballroom dance.

The way you kissed his hand was like how movies show princes starting ballroom dances with princesses. “I will dance with you, Miss Y/N!” Pretending to be a dramatic princess from some sort of terrible Bridgerton remake, he dragged you to your feet - now spinning you around and dancing beneath the starless sky. The group laughed, as always, at Yeonjun’s antics.

By the time Yeonjun wanted to give up his dramatic act, he returned to his place beside Soobin and Kai. You decided to approach Taehyun while the four spoke about TikTok and celebrity drama once more. His eyes seemed preoccupied as he anxiously bit on his lip. “Penny for your thoughts?”

Taehyun shrugged, chuckling. “I just can’t believe that these dumbasses got their stupid plan to follow through.”

“You know what that means?” He shook his head, “You joined in on the planning, so that means you’re a dumbass too.” You teased, turning around and crossing your arms against the rail. “I am wondering if there's more we can find about the ghost though. The plan was to find something.”

“Well, technically, it was to prove or disprove something. So far, we have disproved it.”

“Are we sure it was the practice rooms though?” You pushed, “Especially as you did find that this was built on a town that was massacred.” You saw the glint in his eye, and you knew what he was going to suggest. So, you did it for him.

Clapping and walking towards the exit again, you got everyone’s attention. “YAH! Where are you going?” Yeonjun called.

“Library!” You sang, making Taehyun chuckle and follow quickly behind.

Beomgyu, however, groaned. “Are we really going to listen to Taehyun right now?”

“Yes!” You quickly retaliate, not leaving more space for complaints. “So you can either stay here or shut up.”

Although the initial plan was to find more information about the ghost, especially through the restricted section, Beomgyu and Kai quickly turned the search for information into a game of tag. It started with Beomgyu whispering his scheme to Kai, who quickly enacted it by psst-ing and tagging Taehyun. Everyone quickly sprinted in different directions, torches helping guide the way. Of course, your friends are notably clumsy people and therefore, the occasional yelp or ‘ouch’ proved that they were guilty of bumping into corners regardless).

You’re not even sure who ‘it’ is as after every few seconds, you could hear a squeal and laughter. It was only when you heard Beomgyu approach, singing ‘I’m going to come get you!’ in a creepy voice that you realised he was after you.

Fuck, you thought, and you did so well at hiding. You ran for it; as fast as you could, hearing his footsteps creeping behind you. Running so fast, you bumped into Kai - who even stopped in the middle of the aisle; directly in Beomgyu’s way. I’m safe, you realised as Kai was now in his way. However, Beomgyu just screamed at him to move out of the way as he can’t squeeze through him and the shelf without touching him.

“Beomgyu!” You laughed, your stomach hurting as you ran away from the tagger. “Kai was right there!”

“Don’t throw me under the bus!” His voice was now distant, obviously grateful that his accidental escape plan had worked.

from Yeonjun to soobin hate club (jokes): whoever is it now, we should corner Soobin.

Now tired from running around, the six of you decided to stop the game. Yeonjun had opted to lie down on an empty desk, one knee bent while the other leg was hanging off the table as he spoke with you and Soobin. The two of you sat on the floor, leaning against the wall underneath the window. Yeonjun had a direct view of the starless sky just above you, yet the moon still appeared to be spotlighting your little corner. On the other side of things, Beomgyu and Kai were still bustling full of energy; attempting to find the funniest title, wandering through the aisles and giggling. Unconsciously, you smiled at their antics; especially as Kai screamed out through his laughter; “And on the eighth day, God created hairdressers - I have contributed in many ways to the field of beauty”.

The title made you chuckle, especially when Kai sprinted back to show you the book cover; a cover that looks like it was made in the centre of hell or on a Tumblr shitpost (essentially, the same thing). He then ran back to Beomgyu, who was already trying to one up him desperately - as you can tell through his exasperated and playful yells.

Out of all of you, however, Taehyun was back on track - finding a book about the history of the school and the area. “Maybe the ghost story is in a different universe,” he commented as he showed Soobin, Yeonjun, and you the page. “Look. You mentioned the town being called Hybehead, right?” Yeonjun nodded, “The town that was here previously was named the same as Hybedosi, so I’m assuming our suburb just became smaller over time.”

“Maybe it was all fiction then?” Soobin posed, raising his eyebrow. You dropped your head on his shoulder; tiredness from lack of sleep already starting to settle in. With Soobin, it felt natural. He always felt cosy - maybe that’s why even when you don’t have class, you visit the bakery in hopes of seeing Soobin. If you had to explain the feeling of being around Soobin, it would be sitting in your room on a rainy day with a mug of hot chocolate and a warm blanket.

“Or!” Yeonjun basically yelled, jolting upwards, “Or, it’s another universe seeping into ours. Maybe the practice rooms are like the portal to them.”

“This sounds like some terrible Riverdale episode.” You joked, remembering the news of Riverdale having a five episode special to a location called RiverVale.

“How dare you call Riverdale terrible?” You heard Beomgyu scream in offence from the other side of the library. At his offence, Kai and him apparently decided to rejoin the group; panting as they approached the four of you huddled at your current area. The older of the two sat down next to you, while Kai peeked over Taehyun’s shoulder. “Well, if it is true - maybe it's just coordinates? What’s below the practice room?”

This line of thought essentially brought you to the indoor swimming pool’s locker rooms - which Yeonjun realised were four floors directly below the practice rooms.

“What time is it?” You asked, your voice hushed as you walked past the gymnasium all your classmates slept. 4:10am. “I don’t think it’s going to be dark for much longer.”

The group agreed through a series of hums and nods of acknowledgements. “I think this should be our last stop before heading back.” Everyone agreed with Yeonjun - despite Kai’s obvious want for the night to continue. Part of you wanted the night to never end as well; wanting to stay here. Despite your initial fear and worries for the night, this has been the highlight of your year - if not your life.

Wandering in a comfortable silence and the occasional comment, the six of you looked everywhere. This is how you found out that, in contrast to all the stereotypes, the male locker rooms are actually significantly less gross than the females. However, is it because no one was actively using it? The lack of stray hair on the ground was definitely the only and main factor for its cleanliness.

When you turned your head, you saw Yeonjun poke through the exit; back towards the pool. With him letting out a whistle and a motioning signal, the five of you followed his lead.

The pool glistened under the torch’s light, yet was still. It has never felt more eerie than this; the only sounds echoing off the tiled floors and walls were your footsteps towards the body of water. There were no ripples, no students swimming, nothing.

The world felt still.

Your eyes felt trained on a random spot in the pool, watching how the water has changed its appearance. “We were just learning about refraction,” you remembered Yeonjun telling you guys - remind me to ask him about it later.

A voice brought you out of your trance. “It’s a good temperature!” Kai screamed, his lower half submerged under the pool - a ripple following.

And with that, the four other boys ran and jumped in - the only things left on the side were their phones and the hoodies they had wrapped around their waists. The splash the four of them made together lifted the water above, almost splashing you in the process. You, ultimately, decided to sit on the diving board; watching the five silly boys splash each other.

A year ago today, you wouldn’t be expecting this. A year ago today, if you told your old self you’d be spending time with this group of idiots (lovingly) - you wouldn’t believe it. You wouldn’t believe the fact that Taehyun, Soobin, and you have weekly study hangouts at random libraries or parks. Or, that Beomgyu has been joining Ryujin’s long-term goal of getting you to play soccer. You wouldn’t believe that you’d have almost daily walks with Yeonjun, pop-culture debates with Kai, or random trivial games with Taehyun. You wouldn’t believe you’d have monthly (well, so far - it has happened two times) movie nights at Yeonjun’s house, or picnics fully stocked with Choi’s bakery treats.

The five of them have changed your life, and for the better. You’re happier, freer. You feel that even with the weight on your shoulders from school and life obligations, you have a stronger support system than previously. Yes, the girls are a strong foundation - but it took a while for that relationship to build. Or well, in better words - it didn’t feel as natural as this.

“Dive in, Y/N!” Yeonjun called - the water splash war temporarily ending.

You shook your head, laughing. It’d be a clear cut sign to anyone if you all came back with wet hair. “I’m good!” The group in front of you protested.

“If I can’t even swim, you can jump in!” Soobin called in retaliation. You scoffed, noting that he doesn’t even need to swim to survive - his feet touching the ground as he stood in the pool.

As the five of them swam (in Soobin’s case, walk) closer towards you, you noticed something you didn’t notice before. Maybe it was because of the jump or the water making it float, but the five of them had the same necklaces. You’ve known since meeting Kai that you two had the same necklaces, but what are the chances that all six of you have the same design? You’ve never seen anyone wear it beyond you and Kai before. Could this be a connecting factor behind the club? No way the school knows about your necklaces… Oh god, was I secretly born into a cult?

While you were in your thoughts, Beomgyu was swimming towards the foot of the board where your feet are gently grazing the water. His hand went to the top of your socks, tugging on them slightly and letting the elastic slap back against your skin repeatedly as if trying to nudge you in.

He looked up to you, with his big teddy bear eyes. You felt something shift. For some reason, you felt enchanted by his eyes. In them, you could see the smile that was also on his lips. You’re brought back to the last few months; every time you’ve looked him in the eye. You remember how he looked when he told you about his childhood, and you remember how he looks when he tells you about his passions.

When did this feeling start? The bubbling in your stomach, the excitement that arises. Was it the way the light bounces off the pool and onto his face, making him look serene. Your friends always call him your boyfriend, and sure - you’re quick to deny - but is that so bad? Did you want to be able to call him that?

Is it a sign you have feelings for him when he’s one of the first people you think of in the morning and the last before you go to bed? Is it a sign you have feelings for him when something happens and you get excited to tell him about it? Over the last few months, all five of them have become integral in your routine - you never went more than 24 hours without talking - but Beomgyu and Soobin are the two who have been present every single day.

The look in his eyes drew you in. In the water, he was like a siren; calling you in. He reached his arm out, and invited you to take his hand. Another invitation to join them. You couldn’t say no, not when he’s looking at you like that.

Well, you couldn’t say no anyways as he pulled you in. Your thought process felt like hours, but honestly - were mere seconds.

“What the fuck!” You exclaimed, bringing yourself out of water to hear the sounds of laughter. Restarting the splash fight, you started to splash - directly at Beomgyu. Beomgyu, however, didn’t retaliate and instead - he reached out to your wrists to halt your moments.

Please stop, you thought - not wanting to dive into these thoughts even more. Beomgyu was your best friend, he didn’t think anything more of your friendship. His eyes were magnetic. They were pure, full of good. All you could do was smile and stare in awe. As cheesy as it sounds, the world around you seemed to slow down; falling into a trance. The conversation between Soobin and Yeonjun faded, Taehyun and Kai running up the ladder to jump in again was ignored.

Luckily, their jump splashed the two of you - breaking you apart. Thank God. You left his grasp and swam towards Soobin and Yeonjun, leaving Beomgyu to Taehyun and Kai who immediately invited him to do more dives.

“Y/N! Can you see who can hold their breaths for longer?”

The rest of the time spent in the pool was full of swinging each other into the water (namely Taehyun being swung in by everyone else), diving competitions, and general races. It was always a friendly competition between them, and with every competition, they always tried to either single out Soobin or interfere with each other’s plots. You also made sure not to lean into Beomgyu’s touch, avoiding an instinct that has become natural over the last few months. Instead, you made sure someone else was always beside you if you’re next to him.

With the final competition, the chlorine in your eyes finally exhausted you. Pulling yourself out of the pool, you approached the bench. However, on the way, you saw the band aid that you ‘kissed better’ earlier on the ground. “Oh shit, Yeonjun!” You called. A burn, on its own, is painful - but an injury submerged under chlorine definitely would make it worse. “Do you need another bandaid?”

He looked confused, now glancing at his hand - he swore he was still wearing it. He felt no pain, in fact - the constant pain had subsided substantially. Sure, the band-aid is missing; but also, the burn - and any traces of it - was too.

At 5am, the six of you headed back towards the gym. Prepared to get at least four hours of sleep before the mandatory pick-up time, you wanted to sneak into your sleeping bag next to Ryujin. Sure, your hair may still be wet and you may wake up with a cold in the morning - but you wanted to slip into a deep slumber asap. The exhaustion of running around school has finally hit you. All the fears you’ve had of potentially regretting this whole thing are gone. Everything was amazing and went according to pla-

“Fuck!” Yeonjun cursed under his breath. His forehead fell onto the metal doors, “It’s locked.” Water from the pool escapade trailed behind you, dripping as if tracing your steps. “It’s fucking locked.”

Jinxed it then.

The cold air from the open hallways are making you shiver; an action that didn’t go unnoticed by Beomgyu and Soobin. While Soobin made a move to pass you the hoodie he wore earlier that now rested around his waist (which he opted out of wearing to keep it dry), Beomgyu brought you into his chest. Fuck. You’d pull away, but you knew he wouldn’t let go - especially with how you trembled and were practically ice cold.

“We can’t just stay out here.” You commented, voice shaking, “We’d get in trouble for sneaking out.”

Kai turned to look at everyone, the six of you forming a circle outside the gym. “What about our stuff?”

“I’ll text Wooyoung for mine.” Yeonjun quickly commented, “You should text your friends. No one bought anything super important?” Living so far away meant that it’s probably unlikely to get your stuff back unless you make an effort to see them before school on Monday. “I can ask Wooyoung to pick it up and drive it to our area.”

“But how do we leave?” Soobin asked, confused. They can’t just-

Kai’s unfazed face terrified all of you, admittedly. “Jump the fence.” How does he look so innocent while saying this? Regardless, you followed his lead. How did he know where the lowest part of the fence was? He said it was just luck, just his intuition - but that can’t be; he basically found this place immediately.

By 5:40, all six of you were over the fence; now damp, the wind having dried you up a little.

5:47 was the time you got to the train station, sprinting past the gates as your train was to arrive in three minutes. Regardless, the station was empty. Why would anyone be up at 5:47 on a Saturday morning?

The train arrived at the station at 5:50, the six of you shuffling on and dropping down onto the ugly seats. From a TikTok, you recently learnt that the design of the seats was purely to hide the dirt. Since then, you’ve avoided sitting down on them as much as possible. Despite it being possible to stand, your exhaustion tells you to sit down - your legs feeling weak and your brain feeling hazy. You weren’t feeling this way moments ago, but something about the atmosphere felt heavy - intoxicating.

At 5:51, your head fell onto Soobin’s shoulder.

At 5:52, Kai opens his mouth to speak. However, for some reason - potentially the air feeling heavier, the train feeling like it sped up, a screeching sound piercing through the silence - you felt the need to tighten your grip on the closest thing you were holding. Everyone else did the same.

At 5:53, everything hits you at once.

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house unity // fred weasley

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a/n: this story has taken me so long and i feel like i’ve poured my blood, sweat, and tears into it. i love it a lot and you can really tell what i was watching/ doing in each sections lol. for example, the dramatic ending is courtesy of the heart wrenching sylvia plath poems i was reading earlier today lol :’) also i made the reader a ravenclaw because im a ravenclaw and i felt like it hehe. n e way! hope you all like it and pls leave feedback if you have any! like, rb, follow <3

summary: Fred Weasley and you have a bit of a love hate relationship, however, on Fred’s behalf its more love than hate. Dating a Ravenclaw would be a great stride in house unity, wouldn’t it?

(disclaimer: when i describe the differences in the twins i mean the actors! especially since she who shall not be named did not give us much about their physical differences >:/ i found the info from fandom.com so it may be wrong, but i went with it. also, i made up a few things for this story, like the annual Christmas ball)

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You wished you could enjoy some things as easily as your peers could.

You didn’t like most sweets from Honeydukes, you didn’t care for Quidditch, but you especially hated the Weasley twin’s pranks.

In your first year, just weeks after arriving at Hogwarts, you had met Fred and George. You had been unable to answer the riddle to enter the Ravenclaw common room, so you decided to take a walk around the grounds.

You just turned the corner to the courtyard, when a hard snowball hit you square in the face. The sheer force of it made you stumble backyards, and you barely had time to wipe the snow off your face before another one hit you hard in the back. You were unable to keep your balance and tumbled forwards. Your hands braced your fall and scraped against the rough stone harshly. Your palms stained the snow red as they began to bleed. You barely had time to nurse them before another snowball, this time the size of a Quaffle, plummeted onto your head. It pushed you face-first into the snow, and you recovered quicker, not wanting to stay there for any longer. You whirled around, looking for anyone who could have seen who did that. You saw two boys with flaming red hair running away, and you followed them.

You caught them just before they entered the castle, all three of you winded. They were twins.

“Did you see who did that? Was it you?” you had pried, and both of them looked giddy.

“What’d you mean?” the shorter of the two answered immaturely.

The other looked down at your hands and robes, seeing blood still flowing from your palms, and your stained tights. He glanced at his brother, who was still laughing about it all and shoved his shoulder.

“You git,” he mumbled to his brother, “she’s bleeding,” he took your hands in his and tried to wipe some of the blood off, only for it to stain the sleeves of his sweater.

“Oh, gross!” the shorter one exclaimed, backing away from the two of you.

“How did you two do that?” you asked, pulling your hands away from the kinder one.

“Bewitched ‘em,” the short one said arrogantly before his brother could stop him.

“You bewitched them to attack me?” you felt tears stinging your eyes and hoped the taller one wouldn’t notice that too.

“Well, we didn’t mean ‘em to go after you,” the kind one said quickly, trying to rub the blood out of his shirt.

“Yeah, but it was still a laugh,” the shorter one said, nudging his brother’s shoulder good spiritedly.

“Shut up, Fred,” he mumbled, obviously annoyed, “we’re sorry about your hands, we didn’t mean for it to happen, honest.”

Fred watched you silently as you swallowed hard, only able to nod at them, accepting the boys’ apology. You turned on your heal and went to the infirmary, hoping Madam Pomfrey could mend your cuts. You had wiped your tears all the way there.

In your third year, you had been told there would be a Christmas ball. You had been stuffed in a large room with the Gryffindors, and you bumped shoulder to shoulder with a boy who had long dreadlocks.

Professor McGonagall and Flitwick stood in the center of the room, a large record player was next to them.

“As some of you may know, there is an annual Christmas Ball here at Hogwarts,” Professor McGonagall explained, looking sharply at the Gryffindors.

“Professor McGonagall and I have a tradition,” Flitwick said, casting a glance at the Ravenclaws, “of holding a class on how to dance properly at these events.”

“Think of it as charity,” McGonagall said devilishly, “we wouldn’t want you to embarrass yourselves.”

Flitwick stifled a laugh and moved his wand to turn on the music. Loud, old-sounding music blared from the ancient device and you looked confused at your teachers.

“Everyone, pair up!”

An awkward haze fell over the room of third years. None of you knew how to talk to the opposite sex, let alone dance with them. You turned to look around you, accidentally making eye contact with the Gryffindor boy with dreads. His eyes widened when they saw yours, and his friends behind you noticed. You looked at his friends, only to see Fred and George Weasley. You rolled your eyes at the two, but their friend was jolted forwards.

He bumped into you, Fred having pushed him lightly on the back.

“Go on Lee!” Fred shouted, laughing loudly.

People were moving to the center of the room in pairs, and Lee looked at you nervously. He held his hand out to you.

“Want to dance?” He asked you shyly.

You took his hand with worry, nervous about the wicked grin the twins had. That grin always worried you.

You let Lee lead you out to the floor, falling in line with everyone else. You both watched McGonagall looking around for a partner for her to demonstrate with.

Fred’s obnoxious laugh cut through the room, and her eyes landed on him.

“Perfect! Mr. Weasley, come be my partner.”

He groaned and moved forwards, his brother laughing loudly. Beside you, Lee had a wide smile.

“Place your hand on my waist,” she said flatly.

“Your what?” he repeated, his eyes going wide.

“My waist, don’t be daft,” she replied, moving his hand to the right place.

It seemed everyone’s cheeks had gone red due to stifled laughter. Lee bumped into you as he doubled over, not trying to contain himself.

In your fifth year, you were made a prefect.

You were hesitant to accept the position, feeling a bit tied down by the prat status that came with the responsibility.

Wearing your slightly dusted badge, you had never polished it like you saw Percy doing every second of his life, you led a group of Ravenclaw first years up the stairs.

“Right this way,” you shouted over their heads, making sure no one got lost.

“Who had the sense to make you a prefect?” Fred taunted, coming up from behind you and flicking your ear.

You moved to swat his hand away, but he had already jumped back.

“Shove off, Fred,” you shot him a glare and turned back to the children, “the stairs can get a bit confusing, so watch your step!”

Fred watched you admirably, noticing the way your voice changed to a sweet sound when you spoke to anyone but him.

“Yeah, watch the stairs!” Fred shouted, pulling you by your elbow onto a new staircase.

The steps moved away from the first years, taking you and Fred to the opposite corridor you wanted to go down. You looked down and realized how close you were to the edge. Without thinking, you grabbed onto Fred’s robes, pulling him closer to you. He tilted forward and nearly lost his balance, which would have sent you both down. He flung his hand out and firmly held onto the railing, suspending the both of you over the edge for a moment before he pulled you back up. You were close to his chest, still holding onto him until the stairs stopped moving. You hadn’t meant to close your eyes, but when you finally opened them you saw your group of first-years looking at you from the other staircase, seeming absolutely terrified.

You leaped from Fred’s embrace, sending him stumbling back a bit. You marched up the stairs to loop back to the first years and heard Fred calling after you.

“Going so soon?” you heard his laugh echoing off the walls of the room.

For most of your life, your interactions with Fred Weasley were that simple. Maybe once a year you two would spit some insults at the other, and be on your way, not to speak to each other until next year.

However, when you walked into your Transfiguration class, late by a few minutes due to your prefect duties, you felt a punch in the gut when you saw flaming red hair.

The punch in the gut was increased tenfold when you saw that the only empty seat was next to the flaming red hair.

Breathing deeply and sending a fake smile his way, you sat uncomfortably next to Fred.

It would have been difficult to tell them apart, but your observant eye had always been able to. Besides a few odd growth spurts they were prone to, George usually came out the taller of the two. Fred also had a small scar on his left eyebrow.

“Oh hello, prefect,” Fred said lazily, drawing back in his chair and folding his hands behind his head.

The bottom of his shirt rose a little and you willed your eyes to not look at the toned bit of stomach that peeked through.

“Weasley,” you said, pulling your textbook out of your bag.

“Looking forward to your new prat duties?”

“More than I’m looking forward to sitting with you,” you pushed your hair behind your ear and out of your eyes, Fred stared at the side of your face.

“Always so charming,” he finally drawled, leaning forwards and tugging his sweater down.

Something about Fred always made you want the last word, the last laugh.

“Only for you, Fred.”

In professor McGonagall’s opinion, Fred Weasley had the littlest appreciation for time of all the students she had taught.

He wasted his time in the common room, in the Great Hall, and in the hallways.

Even during her Transfiguration class.

He was happy to spend his time with what he thought was shamelessly flirting with you, and McGonagall was happy to embarrass him while he did it.

“Mister Weasley?”

Fred turned to look at McGonagall’s severe face. Before he could say any excuse, insisting that you were talking too, she waved her wand at his desk. His book flew open to the right page, and a force that was not his own was pushing his head into the book. His hair fell in front of his face, and you could tell he was fighting against the spell McGonagall was using.

Fred seemed to be tamed by McGonagall after that and didn’t bother you for the rest of the class. On the way out, he held the door open for you. He called out to you in the hallway.

“Good luck with that weird rash, Y/n!” you felt your cheeks burn furiously as laughs sounded off in the hallway. You turned to see Fred watching you walk away, and lifted both of your middle fingers in the air to him.

“So classy!” he called back.

“Shove! OFF!” you yelled, shouting over the now deafening laughter in the hallway.

You were already dreading the upcoming months.

You were right to, for class with Fred did not get any easier.

You traded your thin tights for thicker ones and your light dress shirt for a heavy sweater. Your blue scarf was wrapped tightly around your neck, and you didn’t bother to pin your prefect badge on it these days.

“Miss, y/l/n, you must remember your badge,” McGonagall said as you came into class.

You looked down at your scarf, patting your robes until you felt the metal. Lifting up your scarf and showing the professor the badge underneath it, you gave her a reassuring smile.

She nodded approvingly and waved her hand, you moved to your seat.

Before you could put your things down, Fred was looking at you. You could hear the gears turning in his head, thinking of something presumably rude to say to you.

“Weasley,” you said first, hoping this would inspire him to stop looking at you.

He blinked at you, before smiling and turning back to his textbook.

“Today, we’re going to be learning a vanishing spell,” McGonagall started.

You had already turned to the page before she told it to you, you had read through the entire textbook over the summer.

You heard Fred scoff next to you, but ignored him.

Looking down at the directions in the book, you had remembered your successful attempt at making one of your father’s shoes disappear. He had been so proud of you, he didn’t care that he only had one brown Oxford instead of two.

“How did you do that?” Fred asked, watching as you easily made the rat in front of you vanish.

“Practice,” you said absently, turning your head to look back into the textbook.

Fred began to try the spell himself, his focus on the goblet he had taken from the great hall. He did the right wand movements, but his pronunciation was all wrong. You watched as the spell rebounded off the goblet and hit his tie, making the bottom half of it vanish. His hand flew to his chest, his mouth curved in a disbelieving grin when he didn’t feel the point of his tie.

“Well, bloody hell, that could have been much worse,” he gasped out, pushing his hair off his face and leaning back in his chair.

You couldn’t help the small nervous laugh that escaped your lips, but you were able to stifle it quickly. Fred had noticed your smile and glanced at you, happy to amuse you.

The two of you sat in silence for a bit, Fred regaining his composure after nearly vanishing himself. You pretended to read your book, but you had already read the page dozens of times. You wanted an excuse to not talk to Fred.

“Ever going to turn the page?” Fred asked from beside you, and you became very aware of his eyes on the side of your face.

“I’m absorbing the information,” you replied flatly, keeping your head in the book to hide your blush.

He laughed, sitting straight in his seat. He seemed to be attempting the spell again. You bit your lip as you watched him practice, wondering if you should correct him so he doesn’t hurt himself.

He had just begun to say the spell when you placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Wait!” he glanced at you and your hand on his shoulder, smirking at you.

“Yes, darling?”

You rolled your eyes and felt the urge to gag. Your face crinkled in disgust and Fred smiled.

“Your pronunciation is wrong.”

“Well go on then,” he said, urging you to continue.

“Evanesco,” you said simply, but Fred’s eyes wrinkled in confusion.

“That’s what I’m saying,” he said, turning back to the goblet but lowering his wand, “Evenesco.”

He had replaced the ‘a’ with an ‘e’ sound, but he hadn’t heard it, you supposed.

“It’s ev-an-es-co,” you said slowly, placing your pronunciation on the ‘an’, “you’re saying ev-en-es-co.”

His eyebrows raised, finally understanding. He repeated it to you slowly, and you nodded your head when he said it right.

He smiled confidently, casting the spell on his goblet. The goblet turned foggy, and Fred could wave his hand through it like it was a ghost.

He sighed heavily, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.

“This is miserable,” he groaned.

You waved your wand and said the verbal part of the spell, finishing off the goblet. It completely disappeared and Fred let out another groan, rolling his head back in annoyance.

“You’re miserable,” he said to you teasingly.

You looked at him through your lashes, your brows furrowed, “Whatever, Fred,” your face grimaced in annoyance, “I’m just trying to help, your welcome, by the way.”

You pulled your bag onto your lap and began to pack up your books.

Fred let out a sigh like he was going to say something. You turned to him, but he merely shook his head.

“Forget it,” he said, seeming to be at a loss of words.

You stood from your seat the second McGonagall dismissed class, leaving Fred at your shared desk.

“She’s totally into me!”

“She hates your guts, mate,” George said, pulling his lips into a thin-lined sympathy smile.

Fred scoffed and shook his head, his long hair falling over his forehead.

“You don’t get it,” he pressed, determined to make George see.

“She looks like she wants to throw herself into the Forbidden Forest every time she sees you,” George replied, determined to stop his brother from future heartbreak.

“Whatever, just you watch,” Fred said, tossing his Quidditch broom from hand to hand and looking at the massive stands above them, empty for the practice, “in a few weeks she’ll be in one of those seats, cheering me on.”

“He’s lost it,” Harry mumbled to George as he walked past, baffled by Fred’s dazed look.

George nodded hastily, following Harry away from his lovesick brother.

Fred was not often detoured by anyone’s cautionary guidance, so the endless warnings from George slid off his ego like melted butter.

Fred had spent so much time in the last Quidditch match with his eyes glued to the Ravenclaw student section, looking for you, that he had barely hit any bludgers the entire game. Oliver had some tasteful words for him in the changing rooms, but it was no worse than his mother’s screaming.

You were not at the Quidditch match, you never were. You had always used the advantage of the empty castle to go to the kitchens. The elves were the only ones left there, and you liked talking with them. Some times Luna would join you.

It seemed you and Fred were going opposite directions while searching for each other at the same time.

No matter how many cookies Dobby shoved towards you and Luna, you could not get Fred out of your head.

You thought about his arms wrapped around you on the stairs, you thought about the way he could always make your cheeks burn, and you thought of the way his eyes poured into your face like it was the only thing he’d ever seen. You hated him. He was rude, arrogant, and annoying. He ran around your head constantly.

McGonagall had some choice words for Fred that night after the match. The sulking from the loss had been toned down, but the hushed sounds of Oliver’s feet pounding against the floor in his bedroom could be heard all the way from the common room.

“Where is Wood?” she burst through the portrait hole, still in her robes she wore to the match.

“He’s upstairs, why?” Harry replied, looking nervous.

“I need to have a word with him,” she cast a glance at Fred, “and his methods of training his beaters.”

Fred and George both shot from where they sat on the couch.

“What?” George yelled.

“Don’t take that tone with me, Mister Weasley,” she squinted at them, “whichever one of you was looking around at the Rave-” she stopped before she could finish her sentence as if she had an epiphany.

Her pursed lips twisted into an evil looking smile.

“You know, Mister Weasley,” she took a step towards the boys and spoke to them only, “dating a Ravenclaw would show great strides in house unity,” Fred’s eyes bulged out of his head and George was already turning pink with laughter, “perhaps then you could focus on Quidditch again.”

George was nearly purple due to lack of air, and Harry’s mouth was agape in shock as McGonagall whisked her robes and swiftly climbed back out of the portrait hole.

“What is she on about?” Harry asked George.

Fred flopped onto the couch and covered his face with his hands. His life was over. If McGonagall could catch onto something like that, couldn’t you? You hadn’t started to flirt back, and Fred was beginning to wonder if George was right about your feelings towards him.

Soon enough, George was spouting everything McGonagall had said before he could catch his breath. He told anyone in the common room how much you hated Fred, and how much he desperately fancied you. Fred figured there was no use to stop him, because once again, if McGonagall could catch on, couldn’t everyone else?

Sunday morning was always rough for you. You pulled your heavy quilt closer to your cold cheeks, hoping for the sun to go back down and the weekend to restart. It never did.

You slipped on a pair of jeans and a tight turtle neck. Still feeling the cold air of the castle seeping through, you pulled on a sweater over the turtle neck. You tugged on some wool socks and pulled the fabric of the shirt as high up your neck as it would go.

You and Luna had plans to go to Hagrid’s hut today, he had promised her some magical flower seeds he had found in his garden. You liked to spend time with Luna, she was an easing presence and you always knew how to talk to her, even if most people didn’t.

You clutched an old muggle novel to your chest, hoping to trap some of your body heat. The hallways were surprisingly crowded for a Sunday morning, and you glanced at your watch, seeing breakfast had just ended.

You noticed that a lot of students with red ties were looking at you oddly. They would see you and smile widely, as if you were a new friend to them. You kept your head down until you met Luna in front of the great hall.

“Did you hear the news?” she asked before she even greeted you.

“What?”

“I just saw Harry, he said McGonagall told Fred to ask you out.”

You laughed, expecting her to do so as well. She didn’t and her face stayed stoic. She began to walk outside.

You were locked into place for a second before you jumped into line with her.

“What?” you repeated.

“Harry told me-” she began, but you waved your hands, cutting her off.

“No, I heard you, but what do you mean? What did McGonagall say?”

Luna had to have finally gone loony.

“He told me that after they lost Quidditch yesterday, she came in looking for Fred, she said he was quite distracted during the match,” she said, looking dreamily at you, “and she said something about how dating a Ravenclaw would be great for house unity,” Luna finished, toying with the tote bag at her side.

“Why did Harry think the Ravenclaw had to be me?” you asked, thinking there was a huge misunderstanding.

“Oh, well,” she said like she had forgotten a large part of the story, “after George heard what McGonagall said, he lost it. Harry said he laughed so hard he cried,” Luna giggled to herself while imagining the sight, “and he told everyone in the common room that Fred fancied you.”

Your face turned bright red with anger and embarrassment. The entire Gryffindor house had been laughing all night because George said Fred fancied you.

You were about to burst into protests, insist that it’s not true, but a gaggle of second years wearing red ties all pointed at you, talking among themselves.

You stepped towards them, making sure your prefect badge was visible. You watched their eyes flash down to the blue pin, and back up at your face, eyes wide. They scurried off and you fell back into place with Luna.

“That was rude of them,” Luna said, looping her arm with yours.

“Yeah,” you said quietly under your breath, your mind cloudy with thoughts.

You and Luna walked quietly out to Hagrid’s. You glanced up and saw the last person you had wanted to see.

Fred and George stood at the point where the path diverged to the Quidditch pitch and Hagrid’s hut, throwing a little flame-like ball to each other, bouncing it off their arms, feet, and chests. A small group of some younger kids had huddled around them, ‘ooing’ and ‘awing’ at each pass.

Fred had a large smile on his face, and the sight of it made your stomach churn with nerves.

You ducked your head down, hoping you and Luna would pass without a problem. You would not.

“Hi Fred,” Luna lifted a hand to wave at him, and the small light fell onto the ground as Fred saw you, “hi George.”

George smiled evilly at the sight of his brother nervously looking anywhere but you.

“Fun looking game your playing,” Luna said, trying to stop to talk, but you dragged her along.

“See you later Luna, Y/n!” George called out to the two of you, the laughter obvious in his voice.

“Why didn’t you want to talk to them? You could have asked Fred about what Harry said,” Luna asked you soothingly, looking at you curiously.

“I don’t know,” you sighed, feeling very overwhelmed, “it’s weird. I don’t even know what happened but the thought of it is so weird,” you paused, trying to grasp the words, “I mean, Fred can’t like me. We detest each other, its fun.”

“Well, do you like him?” she had asked the one question you were avoiding.

Fred had always been a thorn in your side. Ever since you met him he was rude. He never apologized for anything, he laughed, poked, and prodded at you for his own amusement. Yet, whenever you saw his soft-looking hair, you swallowed hard. When he inched closer to you, even just to whisper something rude, you felt your chest tighten. He looked at you, and you could swear he actually cared about what you were saying. Maybe detest was a little strong, perhaps just annoyed.

Granted, he was a teenage boy, and you are a teenage girl, mixed messages are bound to be sent. You thought you had been clear with your messages to Fred, though. “Leave me alone,” nothing bitter, nothing kind, just the wish to be left alone. Of course, Fred did not read your message that way. The enticing message he got was more along the lines of: “I’m going to pretend I want you to leave me alone, but please, don’t. Chase me through the hallways, confess undying love for me, kiss me passionately”. Now, it is entirely possible that Fred’s interpretation was a little clouded by his own wants and wishes, but this did not stop him.

The talk of the castle, for at least the following school week, was you and Fred.

You had never been whispered about, pointed at, or thought of like this. Fred seemed to be enjoying it.

In class Monday, Fred pretended nothing had happened. He swung his arm over the back of your chair and waited for the look of disgust to flash across your face, which it did, and he chuckled to himself.

Soon enough, the whispers and pointing had subsided, and they were replaced by odd looks as if they were disbelieving of something.

Luna found you in the courtyard sitting under a tree and skipped over to you.

“You hadn’t told me Fred asked you out,” she wiggled her eyebrows, “officially.”

Once again, you laughed, but she did not. She sat in front of you, crossing her legs.

“Oh my-” you trailed off, lifting your head to look at Luna, “what’s happened now?”

“Hermione told me that Fred has been raving to everyone about how you’re dating.”

Your eyes were wild with disbelief. You couldn’t have even comprehended what was going on at this school these days.

“Well, no one’s told me that we’re dating,” you said, your voice riddled with annoyance.

In perfect timing, Fred, George, and Lee bounded from the school and out to the courtyard. They were laughing and shoving each other, looking to be having a great time.

You stood from the ground, dusting off your pants and walking over to the three with fury.

“Fred!” you called out to him, and he stopped and turned to you.

A look of fear flashed on his face, but he covered it with something else, was it admiration? Love?

You clenched your jaw and narrowed your eyes, stepping close to him. He tilted his head down to look at you, a small smile on his lips.

Around you, George, Lee, and Luna stood with their arms crossed, watching intently.

Your bodies were almost touching, and your finger stabbed into his chest.

“Who do you think you are?” you said in a hushed tone through gritted teeth.

Once again, Fred’s face fell for a moment, before he wrapped his arms around your waist in some sort of embrace. You squirmed from his touch and backed away from him.

“Who do you think you are?” you repeated, this time louder. George and Lee flinched from behind you.

“What do you mean, sweetheart?” he asked sweetly.

Your face twisted with confusion, what is he on about?

“What?”

He continued, stepping closer to you.

“Are you feeling okay?” he asked earnestly, moving to rub his hand on your arm.

He was trying to flip the script, make you feel crazy.

“Fred, you’ve lost it, really,” you replied, walking back to the tree to gather your books.

“Maybe when you’ve regained consciousness,” you walked back up to him, keeping your distance, “or the effects of whatever potion you took start to wear off, please try to explain what is going on.”

You walked away from them, leaving Fred with a wicked smile.

“Alright, see you later!” he called out to you.

You turned your head to look at him, your hair blew in front of your face but Fred could see your puzzled expression. His smirk grew wider and he turned to George, Lee, and Luna. They looked awfully concerned.

“Oh,” he placed his hands on his hips, “isn’t she great?”

You had gotten to Transfiguration early, your prefect duties switched for the week. You crossed your legs and placed a book on them, reading discretely while McGonagall was still in her office.

Just as she began to address the class, Fred strolled in, hands in his pockets. He slipped into the seat next to you and you bookmarked your page. You scooted your chair in and slipped the worn book into your bag, listening to McGonagall begin her lecture. Monday’s were often boring lecture days in Transfiguration.

You heard the screech of Fred’s chair on the floor, and in the corner of your eye saw him moving closer to you. He rested his elbow on the desk and placed his chin in his palm. He leaned close to you.

“Hello,” he whispered, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

You ignored him, dipping your quill into your ink in case McGonagall said something note-worthy.

“What’s ‘a matter,” he paused as if he was thinking of the most annoying thing to say to you, “darling?”

You audibly gagged, and his smile widened.

“What do you want?” you caved, asking him.

“Oh nothing,” he leaned back in his chair, still whispering to you, “just for you to be my girlfriend.”

You went rigid. Your face suddenly got very warm. You lost grip of your quill and it toppled over your ink, sending dark liquid across the desk and onto your white sleeve. You cursed loudly out of reflex and it caught McGonagall’s attention.

“Excuse me, Miss Y/l/n?”

Everyone turned to look at you and Fred in the back of the room, some people smirking. Fred stayed leaned back in his chair, watching you.

“I’m sorry Professor,” you stumbled out, wiping both the ink and your sleeve at the same time, making both things worse, “I just-”

Fred pulled his wand out from beside you and did a simple cleaning spell, you supposed. The ink receded back into its bottle and the stain on your sleeve disappeared. McGonagall watched him intently.

“Very resourceful Weasley, Miss Y/l/n, please don’t disrupt my class again,” she said curtly, returning to the lesson.

You heard a few snickers from your classmates, your face still a deep shade of red. You swallowed hard as you felt your heart beating in your ears.

Fred leaned forward again so his mouth was aligned with your ear.

“What do you say?” he whispered.

“What are you talking about Fred? Why are you doing all this?” you asked, straining to keep your desperate voice in a whisper.

“I’m only having some fun,” he replied as if he hadn’t been making your life a living hell for the past weeks.

You shot him a pleading look, and when he saw your flushed cheeks and watery eyes, his face softened.

“Hey,” he placed a hand on your knee, a knot formed in your throat and shivers went down your arms, “I didn’t mean to-” he trailed off and your jaw clenched. You returned your gaze to the front of the class.

“Listen, I’ve just been,” he paused, searching for the words, “I’ve been playing a sort of prank. On everyone but us.”

His tone was soft and playful as if he were letting you in on a secret. You supposed he was.

You raised your eyebrows, pressing him to continue.

“Well, George basically told everyone in our house that I fancy you, so I wanted to have some fun with it, switch it on them.”

You pressed your eyebrows together, still looking to the front of the room while Fred was inches away from your ear.

“I’ve told everyone we’re dating,” he said plainly, “house unity and all, as McGonagall said.”

“So that was true? What Harry told Luna?” you said before you could stop yourself, happy to finally get answers.

“Well, I don’t know exactly what Harry said, but I’m sure he didn’t leave anything out.”

“Why did George tell everyone that? That you,” you trailed off, feeling the words choking in your mouth, “that you fancy me?”

“Because I do,” he said quickly, and just as quickly moved on, “so what do you say? Want to be my girlfriend-” he paused, realizing what he had just said, “well, my girlfriend of sorts, not like my real girlfriend, because I’m sure you wouldn’t want to, and-” he stopped himself.

This time it was his turn for his cheeks to burn and his eyes to awkwardly avoid yours.

“Why do all this? Seems a lot for a joke that no one but us will laugh at,” you said, trying to ignore his confession.

“I’m willing to go to the ends of the Earth for a joke, my dear.”

Fred was dreadfully serious when saying that, and this became clear within hours.

Walking past the Dungeons and up the many stairs to your common room, you heard Fred call out to you.

“Wait up!” he was breaking away from a large group of Gryffindors, and all of them watched him with a keen eye,

“What, Fred?”

“Hey, that's not a very girlfriend-y tone,” he wrapped his arm easily around you.

You were sure it was meant to be sweet, but it felt a bit imprisoning.

“I never agreed to this,” you didn’t shake off his arm, but you felt inclined to. You were aware of the many eyes pouring into your back.

“I thought we had? Oh,” his arm left your shoulder, and you felt a little colder, “well then I suppose I could leave it all be, go back on my word, humiliate myself.”

His tone was a playful one, and you couldn’t help the bashful smile that reached your cheeks. You knew you had no obligation to Fred, but the whispers and gossip had seemed to subside during this new joke of his. You stopped at the landing, and the group of Gryffindors walked past you, staring at you both. Fred waved them off and nodded his head towards you, smiling.

“Why should I?” you clutched some textbooks to your chest, feeling grateful for the wall it put between you and Fred. He looked down at you, his hair falling into his forehead.

“Well,” he stuffed his hands in his pockets, inching closer to you, “as I said, I just think it could be a bit of fun.”

“Fun for you. What’s in it for me?”

“What? Besides utter fame and popularity from being associated with me?”

“Oh shove off, Fred,” you rolled your eyes at him, but once again could not help the smile that spread across your face.

“See? I’m growing on you already.”

“I’m still seeing no benefit for me.”

“Well, I do see where your coming from, but I’d like to raise another point,” he slipped a hand from his pants and waved it casually while talking, “I will indeed pretend like we are dating even if you don’t.”

“So essentially, you would just be flirting with me while I hurl insults at you?”

He nodded enthusiastically.

“Is that the image you want, Fred?” you teased.

You moved to lean against the wall behind you, and Fred trailed after you.

“Any image is a good one,” he winked dramatically at you.

You shrunk away from him and gagged, sending him into a fit of laughter.

“I hate it already.”

“So you’ll do it?” he asked.

You breathed in, looking at him seriously. His hazel eyes were dark in this light, his hair had gone a deeper red in the lack of warm weather and sunshine. He towered over you slightly, and you looked at him through your lashes.

Shrugging your shoulders, you agreed weakly.

Fred saw the error of his thinking almost immediately. Walking through the hallways with you, he felt his heart soar higher and higher each time you laughed. When you would loosen up, or walk a little closer to him. He was being awfully unfair to himself, making himself think that you had something, some sort of relationship. It was like dangling a treat in front of a dog and wanking it away right when the dog drooled.

He saw the flaming house, and still walked in, looking for a place to sleep.

“Why, hello,” Fred drawled, coming up from behind you in the hall.

You felt his hand snake around your waist, and he pulled you. Your feet twisted from under you and you twirled, turning to face him. Your hair had skewed into your face, and he watched your delicate hand reach up to brush it away.

You looked dazed as if you had a lot on your mind. He smiled down at you and you did your best to reciprocate it.

“Are you alright?” he asked, dropping his hand from your hip.

“Yeah, just-” you took a deep breath in, “just got a lot of homework, been a bit busy with my prefect stuff.”

This was not what was bothering you. You felt a lot of inner conflicts these days, an endless moody and angsty monologue sounding off in your head day and night. You felt odd. You felt odd for agreeing to Fred’s stupid plan. You felt odd for toying with him and yourself. You had disliked him just last month, and now you let him wrap his arm around your shoulder, let him hold your waist. You felt like a traitor to yourself, letting him win you over with a few charming looks. You felt even worse when you thought of Fred’s confession. He had said he fancied you, and the idea of pretending to date him didn’t alarm you for some reason. You hated the feeling of toying with his emotions or allowing him to live out some sort of fantasy. Everything about it made you feel awful.

You didn’t feel as awful, though, when Fred would call out a comment from across the dining hall that would make your cheeks burn and all the other girls swoon. You didn’t feel as awful when he would sit in silence with you by the black lake, keeping you company among the chilling wind. You didn’t feel as awful when he slipped little notes into your bag when you left Transfiguration.

You had enough, one too many genuine looks of admiration. You needed to tell Fred how you felt.

You caught him on his way back from Quidditch practice. He was trailing near the end of the group, huddled with George and Harry. He had some dirt on his forehead, and his cheeks were tinted pink. He smelled of grass and sweat.

You pulled your cardigan tighter around you, wishing you had brought your scarf. Your hair whipped in the wind around you, and you rocked on your feet.

You began walking to him, and when he saw you he smiled widely.

“Hey!” he called out, walking faster to meet you.

“Hi,” you said nervously.

“I’ll meet you guys back in the common room,” he told George and Harry, who glanced over their shoulders at the two of you.

It was dusk and he looked strikingly handsome. You felt like you were seeing him as a different person. He wasn’t the boy who bewitched snowballs to attack you, he wasn’t the boy who laughed at your scraped hands. He wasn’t the boy who shoved Lee at you, and he wasn’t the boy who awkwardly danced with McGonagall. He was the boy who held you in his arms, stopping you from falling over the stairs. He was the boy who looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world, he was the boy who held you above anything else.

Your mouth was agape as you looked at him, he stood awkwardly waiting for you to say something. You looked at the ground, licking your lips and feeling them dry as soon as the cold air grazed them again.

“I wanted to talk to you,” you said quietly, hoping your voice would fade into the wind and carry you away.

“What’s up?” he looked down at you nervously.

“Fred, I-” he cut you off, placing a hand on your arm.

“You can’t do this anymore?” he looked deeply at you but you couldn’t meet his eyes.

You didn’t want to have this talk anymore, you felt content, suddenly, in pretending. You could both pretend to love each other until it wasn’t pretending. The lines would blur and soon, his kisses would come easily and his hands would have their place on you. You would touch his soft hair and know his eyes only looked at you. But you had already said the words, or rather, he did.

“I just,” you kicked the dirt beneath you, hoping he would finish your sentence again, he didn’t.

“I don’t think its fair,” you looked up at him finally and felt surprised to feel tears in your eyes, you blinked, forcing them to subside, “to either of us.”

You heard him gulp, and his eyes moved to look at the castle behind you. The candles had been lit and the stone glowed from the inside.

“I get it,” he said, removing his hand from your arm.

You looked down at where his hand had been and felt a tear drip down your cheek.

“Fred-”

He shook his head, pulling his mouth into a line. You stopped talking, feeling the words stuck in your heart.

You really wished you hadn’t said anything. You wished you could pretend again.

He walked past you, leaving you in the dusk. You hadn’t meant to, but a sob escaped your mouth. You heard his feet shuffle for a moment, and stop. He walked back to you.

He had finally been able to fall asleep among the fire, and it seemed you had come to join him at some point. He didn’t know when, but looking at you now, it seemed you had been burning for a while.

“What’s got you so torn up about this?” he said gently, stopping a few paces away from you, “Didn’t fall in love with me, did ya?”

A laugh fell from your lips at the same time another sob did. Your shoulders hunched over more, and Fred’s heart hurt him. He walked to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. You turned to face him, and you both moved at the same time. He pulled you close into his chest and your cheek pressed against him. He smelled, he was dirty, and he was tired, but he still held you tighter than you had ever been held before.

You pulled away from him after a while, coming to terms with yourself in the moment of affection. You wiped your tears from your face with your sleeve, taking a few deep breaths.

“I think,” you hiccuped, feeling it hard to speak, “I think that the pretending was too hard.”

Fred felt guilt wash over him. He felt guilty for himself, because you had said exactly what he was feeling. He couldn’t stand to pretend, to keep himself from gripping your hand, or from kissing you any chance he got. He wanted it all to be real, he wanted this wall between you to crumble into a genuine relationship. He felt guilty for making you feel this way. He felt guilty for pressuring you into this allusion of intimacy. He hadn’t stopped to consider if this would be negative for you, only insisting it would all work out for the best.

As he watched your uneven breathing and swollen nose and eyes, he knew this was not the best.

He breathed hard, forcing himself not to cry as he looked at you. George was supposed to be the sensitive one, but Fred had always been a sympathetic crier.

“Me too,” he replied, his voice sounding far, far away.

You looked at him, feeling terrified. The cold air was moving through you liked you were transparent. Tears kept flowing down your face, and no matter how fast you dried them, you only cried more. Your head felt miles away from your body, so you stepped closer to him, hoping to step closer to yourself too.

“I don’t think I want to pretend,” you croaked out.

He blinked at you, and you saw a single tear fall down his cheek. He didn’t move to brush it away, and it moved slowly. It left a clean mark on his dirt-stained face.

You took a step towards him, covering your hand with your sleeve. You cupped the back of his neck with one hand and brought your sleeved hand to his cheek. You wiped the tear and the dirt away, but your hand didn’t move. You peaked your fingers from your sleeve and they grazed his face. His eyes fluttered closed and your throat tightened as more tears poured from your eyes. Your vision was blurry as you traced his face, moving over his nose, eyebrows, and lips. You stopped to cup his cheek, and he leaned into your palm. You felt the wetness of more tears fall onto your hand, and you bit your lips, holding in a wretched noise.

“Fred?”

His eyes fluttered open, and you realized his hands had found their way onto your waist, he held you tightly.

“Do you want to pretend?” you asked him.

He moved his head from your cheek and kept his wet eyes locked with yours.

“I want you,” his voice was hoarse and sad, but that was all you needed to hear.

You buried your face into the crook of his neck and he wrapped his arms around you tightly.

The dusk had turned into the night, and you pulled away from Fred. You looked up at him and swallowed away the tears that remained. You began to walk past him and up to the castle. He followed you quickly.

You were scared. You had safety in pretending, knowing this was all something for fun. But as you looked at Fred now, you saw something deeper. You saw the threat of genuine love and connection, the threat of heartbreak.

Neither of you wanted to go without the other tonight, you had decided. You wordlessly followed him to his common room, and he slipped his hand into yours. You had both ducked into a prefect bathroom on the way there, looking at yourselves and covering your swollen eyes.

He said the password to a portrait of a large lady, and she looked suspiciously at you both.

“Are you two alright? You’ve just about missed curfew,” she said, her voice booming through the staircase.

“Yeah, we’re alright, just tired from practice, is all,” Fred reassured her, and the door swung open. He walked in first, and you followed.

You relished in the warmth of the spacious room, feeling drawn to the fireplace. You walked over to it and sat on a large couch. The room was relatively empty, a few kids hunched over books.

Fred sat next to you, still in his Quidditch robes. He grabbed your legs with his hand and guided them to rest on one of his legs, hanging over it. This angled your body to him, and he moved his arm to wrap around you.

“When did you realize?” he asked, his face lit by the fire.

“Just then, when you walked up to me after your practice.”

His chest moved with a chuckle and you moved your head to looked up at him.

“Well that's a little embarrassing for me,” he said, pushing a piece of your hair out of your face while you gazed up at him, “I've known since I met you.”

“Shut up, no you didn’t,” you said lightly, assuming he was trying to be some sort of romantic and inflating the truth.

“I did,” he said seriously, “I teased you for so long for a reason.”

“Because you’re an idiot?”

“Yes.”

You both laughed, pulling each other closer.

“And because I liked you.”

You rolled your eyes, sinking deeper into him. You felt yourself getting tired and you peered up at him. His eyes were half-closed and his face was drooping.

“Fred, you’re tired, why don’t you go to bed,” you began to move off of him, but he pulled you back.

“Only if you make me a deal,” he said mischievously.

“What?”

“I’ll go upstairs and take a quick shower, but only if you come with me,” he replied.

“I am not showering with you, pervert,” you smacked his arm and stood from the couch, blushing furiously.

He smiled and grabbed your hand, turning it to kiss your palm. You shivered at his touch.

“No, just come lay with me,” he looked up at you, suddenly serious, “I want to be with you tonight.”

Your heart sank to your stomach and you bit your lip. You couldn’t speak, so you nodded your head slowly.

Fred fished his wand from his robes and waved it towards the stairs, performing the counterspell for the stairs. You followed him up to his room, where he put his finger to his lips, signaling for you to be quiet. When he cracked open the door, it was dark and the curtains for the beds had been drawn. He crept over to a chest at the foot of his bed and looked at you before turning to its contents. He pulled out two large pajama pants, both plaid, and two heavy sweaters. He tossed one of each on his bed and took the others with him.

“Here, you can sleep in these,” he whispered to you, and it felt like you would blush forever.

He smiled softly at you before closing the curtains for you, leaving you to change.

“Oi, mate,” you heard someone’s annoyed and hoarse voice, “what took you so long? Practice ended an hour ago.”

“I was talking with Y/n,” you heard the bathroom door open, “I’ll talk to you about it tomorrow, I’m gonna shower. And don’t wake me up for breakfast tomorrow, I want to sleep in.”

You smiled to yourself, holding the soft sweater in your hands. It had a large ‘F’ on it, and you traced your fingers over it. You slid out of your jeans and folded them, placing them on the floor by the trunk. You slid on the pants he gave you and silently laughed as they easily ran past your feet and dragged on the floor. You folded them at the waist, and they were still too long. You had just slipped on the sweater when Fred slid open the curtain. He watched you fold your shirt and place it with your jeans. His eyes trailed from his sweater to the way his pants covered your feet. He smiled widely and drew you closer to him by grabbing your hips.

You looked up at him, your chests pressed together. He brought one hand up to your jaw, tilting it up to align with his face. His lips parted and so did yours, the air between you becoming a mixture of your breaths. His was minty, he must have just brushed his teeth.

His thumb grazed your bottom lip, and he finally closed the space between you. His neck craned down to you, but when you stood on your toes he was able to stand straight. You pressed as close to him as you could, and so did he. His lips were warm against your cold ones. He felt the many places that had been chapped and bitten, running his tongue over them slowly. You sighed and ran your chilled hands up his sweater, feeling him shiver beneath you. Your fingertips grazed the muscles on his back, tracing every line you could feel.

You pulled away first, sinking down to stand flat on your feet and rest your forehead on his chest.

“I’m so glad we didn’t pretend to do that,” Fred laughed out, pulling you close to him.

You smiled and hugged him, before moving to the other side of the small bed. You both slid under the covers silently, thinking that if either of you said something, things would suddenly be awkward.

The lack of bed only made him hold you tighter, and the two of you fell asleep relatively soon.

You were awoken by the sounds of laughter. The curtains were still drawn, and Fred’s arm was still wrapped around you. Your leg was resting on him as he laid on his back, hugging you close to him. Your head lifted from his chest as you squinted your eyes.

“No, he said he wanted to sleep in, mate,” you heard George say. The door opened and you heard footsteps walking towards it.

“You think they finally told each other?” Lee asked George, pulling on a wool hat.

“I hope so, bloody awful letting Fred think he tricked us,” George said before closing the door behind them.

You smiled and let your head sink back onto Fred. He stirred and pulled you closer to him. Through the fabric of his sweater, you swore you could hear the steady rhythm of his heart.

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anninhiliation · 5 years ago

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Ours

Masterlist Three-way-list Requests Close Nov 10

Anon: Wassup Girl!!!!! I don't know if you do threesomes but if you do can you do a Zabdiel and Chris threesome. You are in a poly three way relationship and you make them jealous and they teach you that you are theirs and only theirs. Tons of smut please!!!! If you are uncomfortable with the 3way thing you don't have to lol ❤️❤️❤️❤️

You were the biggest secret Chris and Zabdiel had, as their contracts strongly recommended they remain single to appeal to the public. They always presented you as a close friend and nothing more. Yet, fans had theories you were secretly seeing Chris or Zabdiel, but what no one knew or expected was that you were seeing both.

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We were headed to a club tonight to celebrate the new EP and I was feeling bold. Chris and Zabdiel sat on the bus with Zabdiel sitting in front of me and Chris sitting next to me. I made sure to act normal until I entered the club. We were ushered to the VIP section which was upstairs, and I made my way to the bar ordering a sex on the beach. The DJ introduced himself quickly distracting the boys making everyone’s back turn to me. As the boys put on their stories their EP being played at the club I snuck into the general public. People were packed in tightly together making it difficult to find an easy spot for the boys to find me in. As I reached a spot where the lights often would fall upon and a few guys were close by for my own convenience. I watched the boys smile and laugh putting themselves on their stories until Zabdiel’s smile quickly changed. He was the first to notice I snuck away as he always liked to keep me within peripheral vision. I watched from the first floor as he lightly tapped Chris getting his attention and eyeing around hinting to my missing presence. Chris’s expression fell into a serious tone as he leaned on the railing looking into the mass of people. I took that as my cue to find the closest guy and dance against him. It was perfect timing as the lights shined on me long enough for them to notice. Zabdiel leaned on the railing next to Chris as he pointed in my direction. I raised my drink in the air, smirking as I locked eyes with the both of them. I grinded against the stranger as his hands held my hips helpping me dance to the music. If looks could kill, the death stares that Zabdiel and Chris were giving me would have sent me straight to the I.C.U. Zabdiel was the first to break the stare as he whispered something to Chris and walked away. Chris watched me as I grew bored of the first man and found a different one, My dancing didn’t last long as a familiar cologne pierced my senses. I felt the guy be shoved off me as Zabdiel wrapped his body around mine.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He hissed in my ear with his thick Puerto Rican accent as his palm rested dangerously close to my upper thigh, slowly approaching closer to my clothed soaked entrance.

“I was just dancing papi” I innocently purred as I grinded against his upper thigh.

“You better beg for forgiveness niña or you won’t like us when we get you alone,” Zabdiel warned

“Make me” I chuckled as I peeled myself out of Zabdiels hold and disappeared into the crowd.

I noticed Chris was no longer leaning on the railing watching, making a wave of heat build-up between my thighs. I pushed my way towards the stairs as someone grabbed me and pushed me out of the back exit of the club. Chris pinned me against the wall, as his chocolate eyes darkened with lust.

“I don’t think Zabdiel dismissed you, little girl” He growled as his arms caged me in

My entrance pulsated as my legs turned to jello knowing what I was in for. But I was feeling bratty tonight, and a brat does what a brat does best; disobey.

“He didn’t but I did” I taunted as I heard the metal door slam open

“Ella dijo make me” Zabdiel snarled as he approached the two of us

Chris looked over at me and smirked “Make me? Nena is looking for a punishment Zab”

Chris moved his hand down from the brick wall and slid his hand to my hip and down to my thigh, sliding under my dress. His fingers moved the fabric of my panties to the side and teased my wet folds. Chris groaned as he looked over at Zabdiel and pulled his fingers out showing his glossed fingers to the tall blonde Puerto Rican.

“Mira she likes this. She wants this” He taunted as Zabdiel grabbed my chin and made me look at him

“She needs a punishment to fit the crime” Zabdiel taunted licking his lips

“I guess we should go back to the hotel then” I chimed in

The two men looked at each other as a devilish smile formed around Chris’s lips.

“We are taking care of this here” he ordered looking back at me

“What? Estan loco wha-” I protested

“Bad behavior needs punishments immediately” Zabdiel explained

“On your knees” Chris ordered

“B-” I protested as Zabdiel pushed the back of my legs with his foot.

I let out a yelp as my legs bent sending me falling to my knees on the hard surface.

“La próxima vez obedece sin ayuda” Zabdiel barked as I looked at the two of them

“Crawl over to Zab and beg for forgiveness” Chris instructed cutting me off from being able to sass back

On all fours I crawled in front of Zabdiel, wincing at the cold rugged concrete pierced my knees. Yet, my underwear soaked up as Zabdiel watched my every movement. I sat up sitting on my calves looking at him directly in the eyes, as his lust-filled chocolate eyes pierced through my soul.

“Papi I’m sorry” I purred biting my lower lip

“Puedes hacer mejor que eso” Zabdiel taunted as he bent down wrapping his large hand around my throat

He applied light pressure as a warning, waiting for me to try again. My bottom lip quivered as my entrance created its own heartbeat.

“Papi lo siento perdoname no tienia derecho” I pleaded as I heard Chris chuckling in the background

“Not good enough” Zabdiel groaned as he let go of my throat and pulled me to my feet.

I yelped as Chris swatted my ass before pulling up my dress.

“You like playing with strangers nena?” He hissed

The cold air nipped my freshly exposed skin as Chris swatted my ass again. I let out a moan as his hand came into contact with my skin.

“Answer him” Zabdiel huffed as his hand wrapped around my neck again

“Mmm Y- yes” I instigated as Zabdiel tightened his grip

“Who do you belong to nena?” Chris asked as his hands snaked around my chest, and pulled in my nipples through the thin fabric.

I whimpered and squirmed as both men held me tightly in their grip.

“Vos y Zab” I whined

“¿Y que hiciste?” Chris continued

“I disobeyed” I whimpered

Zabdiel groaned as he let go of my neck and Chris let go of my hardened buds. I was turned around by Chris as he lifted my dress further up my body exposing my black lacy thong. Zabdiel smacked my ass and pulled my underwear down exposing my soaked core.

“Carajo shes loving this” Zabdiel hissed as he teased my pearl

I bucked my hips as he pulled his fingers away making me whimper.

“Fuck me’ I begged as Chris cupped my breasts

“Or we could leave you like this and go back inside” Chris recommended

“No! Please papi no” I urged

“I think that’s a good punishment, look how needy she is, we should just leave her in her own mess” Zabdiel taunted

“I’ll be good I promise, just fuck me” I insisted

Zabdiels hands slithered back down to my core and teased it.

“Who does this cunt belong to?” He questioned as slipped two fingers in my tight soaked hole

“Vos y Chris” I moaned out as Chris marked my neck

Chris’s hands squeezed my breasts as Zabdiel curled his fingers. The double stimulation sent heat to rise from my body as my breath hitched.

“Fuck baby” Chris huffed

He pulled away and unzipped his pants making my mouth water as Zabdiel pulled out and brought me to my knees. The Puerto Rican quickly unzipped his pants too as I encircled Chris’s tip cleaning up his pre-cum making him moan. I massaged the other shaft as I bobbed my head alternating between both. Drool pooled around my mouth and dripped down my chin as I gagged on Zabdiel. Choking for air as I came up, Chris quickly shoved himself in. I gagged as I rested my hands on Chris’s thighs until he pulled me out. As I choked on my own spit, Zabdiel lifted me up and without warning fully inserted himself in my wet folds. He kissed my neck and collar bone as Chris aligned himself with my tighter hole. Zabdiel slowed down, letting Chris slip in as I arched my back leaning on Chris.

“Who do you belong to?” Chris grunted

“Vos y Zabdiel” I moaned out as Chris massaged my breasts

The double stimulation had sent me flying into the clouds as both men grunted profanities. A knot built up in my stomach as Zabdiel grunted how I belonged to them and only them. My walls hugged Zabdiel as I fought my bodily desires.

“Fuck papis im close” I whimpered

“Cum all over Zabdiel nena” Chris groaned as he slapped my ass

I let the knot snap as my thighs shook around both men. My head leaned on Chris’s shoulder as my eyes rolled back. My body entered into a state of sweet ecstasy as I was ridden out on both ends. Chris and Zabdiel quickly followed, filling my holes to the brim as the two let out a string of Spanish curses. They both slowly pulled out satisfied with the amount of cum dripping down my leg. As I went to grab my underwear from the ground, Zabdiel quickly stepped on it.

“You have to spend the rest of the night with our cum dripping down your thighs so people know you’re ours,” Zabdiel instructed

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staytheb · 4 years ago

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Audition Day

Genre: college!au, slice of life, slight fluff, slight angst Word Count: 3,554 Summary: Serena, Jasmine, Katherine, and Melanie find themselves auditioning for the Sing In May a week after the White Day Festival and even happen to run into several NCT members as well.

Day Festival masterlist.

Warning: semi-proofread.

whoo! hi. i’m on a roll at the moment and i hope it won’t fade away so fast. my mental health has seemed to improve lately and work isn’t as stressful as it used to be. also i can work on my stories without being so drained and uninterested. anyways, since i’m in the mood here is another snippet for that NCT story series of sorts. have no idea what to actually call it, but they’re pretty much standalones lol. but yeah, happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

A week later the quartet found themselves in the school's auditorium at eight in the morning. They were informed by Gina to arrive early for the auditions and if they did then they wouldn't have to go to any of their classes, but could still receive the attendance and work for missing them. So here they were all comfy in sweats and hoodies awaiting for further details along with all the others auditioning for the showcase. Anyways, for the past few days the quartet have been practicing a few songs just in case another participate was doing the same song and didn't want to clash. So they prepared backup songs although they wondered if they should've even bothered as they didn't voluntarily sign up in the first place.

"This is still so early, bro." Serena said in-between a yawn while slouching in her seat. "Why do we need to be here so early though?"

"Gina said the auditions will be all day as oppose it to being a three day auditioning due to last minute changes." Jasmine stated as she also let out a yawn and was slouching in her seat.

"What's up with the last minute changes this year?" Melanie asked to no one in particular.

"I know, right." Katherine agreed. "I just hope they have snacks."

"If not, then I'm leaving to get bubble tea." Serena remarked.

"You and your unhealthy obsession with bubble tea."

Jasmine eyed her friend as Serena shrugged.

"It's addicting."

"By the way, what's the name that Gina gave us for this?" Katherine asked remembering something.

"I think it's Lady Rose or something." Jasmine replied as Melanie went through her friend to double check.

"Ah, it's Roseate Bloom now. It was Lady Rose."

"What about our stage names?" Serena inquired interested in the topic all of a sudden. "Is it similar to what we used in the past?"

"Um," Melanie continued to scroll through her phone before answering, "Yeah something like that."

Melanie showed the trio their new stage names as the twins sighed while Serena chuckled.

"I guess Gina had as much fun as I did."

"True."

Soon the group of four looked about them as they noticed that the auditorium was quite filled up save a few seats here and there. They continued talking as they wondered how many acts were actually going to perform and if the ones in charge of the event was going to be picky or not.

"Hello everyone and thank you all for joining us this morning for auditions."

Haji, the overall person in charged of Sing In May, stood on stage to welcome the participants getting the attention of everyone present. She then motioned for several more people to join her.

"This year joining me in the selection for those to participate in Sing In May are Daeyoung, Lina, Jenny, Sulhee, Aaron, Dohyun, and Ray. So please be mindful of us and we'll be mindful of you."

The other seven introduced themselves before walking off the stage and down the area where several tables were set up like booths as Haji continued speaking.

"Anyways, I'm going to divide you guys into certain sections before you audition. When I call out your name and or the group you're with, please make your way to one of the seven booths quietly and without disturbances led by one of them."

Haji explained while holding several pieces of paper and motioning to the tables.

"Please pay attention as once you move over to your assigned area where Ray, Sulhee, and the others will hand you your name-tags and other information. When everyone is settled the auditions will start at nine."

"I still can't believe we have to wear these until auditions are over." Serena complained as she adjusted the straps of her large name-tag.

"It makes us seem like real trainees having one of those monthly evaluations." Katherine mused. "I kinda like it."

"Of course you would." Melanie remarked with a laugh as she got done adjusting her name-tag.

"Anyways, I'm just glad that we don't have to wear any costumes for this."

"I know." Jasmine agreed.

"But if we make it in for the showcase I'm sure Gina got something in mind for us to wear."

Serena sighed upon imaging that.

"So true. Anyways, I'm just mad that we're in the late afternoon. I would rather get it done and over with."

"Maybe Gina will do something later on about it." Katherine reasoned with a laugh. "I wondered how many they're gonna accept this year."

"Depending on how the acts goes today we could have at least like twenty." Jasmine answered.

"That's roughly like an hour." Melanie calculated. "Wasn't it like two hours or three hours last year?"

"I think so." Jasmine recalled. "But last year was a competition and not a showcase so there were quite a few rounds or something like that for last year's Sing In May."

"Oh yeah, I remember that now. Gina told me that the whole competition was a mess to deal with due to everyone not being on the same page. Both the staffs and the contestants" Katherine recalled remembering what happened last year. "Anyways, so they're doing a showcase and I think it's gonna be at least thirty to get in as many people as possible."

"What are they trying to get with the funds from this showcase for?" Serena asked once she was satisfied with her name-tag placement.

"It's going for the All-Star Sports competition." Jasmine answered. "Gina mentioned they wanna add an actual obstacle course which fell through last year."

"Oh really? That'll be cool." Melanie said with a nod.

"Anyways," Katherine directed the conversation elsewhere. "Just like what Serena said earlier, let's get some bubble tea."

"Aight then. Let's go."

Serena cheered happily at the prospect of a boba run.

"What flavor did you get again?" Katherine asked Serena upon seeing her drink.

"Rose."

She offered the drink towards her friend.

"Do you wanna try?"

"No thanks. I'm good. Wintermelon is all I need."

"Let me try that mochi waffle you got." Melanie asked her sister as Serena handed one of them over to her. "Is it any good?"

"I dunno. I saw a post about it online and wanted to try it." Serena answered with a chuckle. "It looked good and smells lovely."

The group of four were casually heading back to the university after buying their snacks and drinks. They were enjoying themselves and taking in the sunshine until they ran into an ex-friend of Serena's just outside the entrance of the university. He was with two other males.

"Oh ho. Look who we have here." The ex-friend exclaimed as he and his two buddies blocked the quartet's path.

"Must be fate bringing us together, Serena."

"You wished that was true, Sammy." Jasmine stated as she instinctively moved to put a barrier between the male and her friend.

"Why don't you buzz off?"

Sammy cast her an annoyed look.

"This doesn't concern you, Jasmine."

"It does when you keep on bothering her when she ended the friendship two years ago."

Sammy scoffed.

"That's what you think."

"It's not what we think. It's what we know." Katherine clarified as she, too, joined her twin in blocking the male from Serena.

"Besides, what are you even doing over here?"

"I can do whatever I want, Katherine." He answered with a snicker.

"Seriously, dude, why can't you just leave her and us alone." Melanie told him off. "There's no reason for us to associate with one another."

Sammy cast his eyes onto Melanie with a hard stare.

"Hey, if we happen to cross paths, then who am I to deny that."

"Right." She motioned to the school. "Just outside the university like that?"

"Well, it is what it is. So what are you gonna do about it, Melanie?"

The girls didn't like the way he had said Melanie's name. They also didn't like the way he stood with his friends behind him. The quartet became cautious and wary when they noticed that his friends almost surrounded them a second later.

"Look, Sammy. We're no longer friends so just leave me and them alone." Serena reasoned with the male as she stood before him now.

"You really think you're all that, don't you, Serena?"

Sammy scoffed as Serena remained firm.

"I do if I have to. Please just stop doing whatever it is you're doing."

Before Sammy could say or do anything else, two other voices intervened from behind him.

"Is there a problem here?"

"Ling Shuang?"

The whole group turned their attention to the newcomers and the quartet recognized the two as Kun and WinWin with WinWin calling Serena by another name.

"No, there's no problem and no you don't need to bother. I'm just having a chat with my girlfriend and her friends." Sammy answered trying to coolly play it off.

"I'm not your girlfriend." Serena clarified with a firm tone. "And we were not having a chat."

Somehow the two males made their way over to the group and eased themselves in-between Sammy and his friends and the quartet.

"I'm sure these ladies have ended their interaction with you fellas." Kun said in a calm tone while shooting Sammy a smile, but his eyes said otherwise.

Sammy looked between the two males and the females before glancing at his own friends.

"Psh, whatever. She's not even worth it." Sammy said while backing off.

He motioned for his friend to get out of there.

"Let's go."

Sammy and his buddies took off with Sammy not even glancing back. The quartet let out a breath of relieved as they hoped this was the final time they would see him.

"You good?" Melanie asked her sister with a worried look. "I think we should put a restraining order on him."

"I'm fine and I think so, too." Serena answered before turning to the two males. "Thank you and sorry that you guys had to get involved."

"No worries. Gotta help people when things like that occur." Kun brushed it off in good-nature.

Meanwhile, WinWin cast Serena a stern look.

"Ling Shuang."

"Sorry, WinWin. I thought he wouldn't appear after you told him off last time."

WinWin sighed, but nodded.

"It's fine. Just, be safe and don't go anywhere alone. Okay?"

"I will. Thanks."

"You're welcome."

"Are you sure that she and WinWin have nothing going on between them?" Jasmine muttered to the other two, but Serena overheard her.

"We don't." Serena clarified.

"By the way, Serena, why does he call you by another name?" Katherine inquired a moment later.

"I came up with a Chinese name for myself when I first met him and it stuck since." Serena explained as Melanie laughed.

"Yeah, that sounds about right."

Kun happened to noticed their name-tags.

"Ah, are you guys participating in the Sing In May, too?"

"Auditioning." Jasmine corrected. "We don't know if we'll actually be in the showcase."

"Well, good luck. Our other friends are also participating, but with different teams. Why don't we head back together?"

While heading back to the auditorium, Serena had to keep her friends and sister in check as they kept pushing her to walk alongside either boys to tease her. Both males noticed, but didn't comment as Serena just shook her head to indicate that it was nothing while later glaring at the trio to stop their little antics. They didn't.

"There's actually a lot of good acts auditioning here to be honest." Katherine commented after watching a soloist belt out notes like no other.

"Do they really need us then?" Serena asked skeptically. "I mean, honestly there were some real good ones that could definitely bring in some interests."

"Even if we wanna leave, Gina would not let us live it down." Melanie reasoned with a yawn. "Has Gina responded back yet?"

"Not yet. We still have less than half an hour left." Jasmine informed her. "Besides, Gina was gonna message us when to be back there."

Upon returning to the auditorium, the quartet were informed by Gina that their time slot had actually been moved up earlier than previous as well as the list of songs the others auditioning were performing to. It made it easier for the quartet which song to audition with and to get it done and over with as well.

"This is so annoying." Serena commented as she slumped into her seat. "At least it'll be over soon."

The trio turned to look over at Jasmine who let out a suppressed squeal. They follow her line of sight and noticed that she had spotted Johnny in the distance. He was speaking with the rest of his Nu Chi Theta members. They wondered if all or some of them were going to participate in the Sing In May.

"Hey, you should've confessed when he met up with us earlier when we arrived with WinWin and Kun." Serena teased as she nudged Jasmine who nudged her back.

"No way I could do that on my own. I would need someone with me."

"Hmm, maybe Serena can help out by asking Taeyong on a date." Katherine mused as Serena frown with a shake of her head.

"Then how about Melanie asking Jaehyun out then?"

Katherine looked over at Melanie who shot her a knowing look.

"Or you can be a good sister and ask Taeil out and then the both of you could go on a double date instead of Serena and I."

"Anyways, let's go." Katherine responded instead dodging the topic. "Gina just messaged us to head backstage to prep."

"One, two," Jasmine started the greeting like always whenever they were a performing group before finishing as a team in a cheerful tone, "We are Roseate Bloom! Hello!"

The quartet quickly introduced themselves with the stage names that Gina had designated for them with the meaning of flowers in the order of Melanie, Katherine, Serena, and Jasmine.

"I'm Jin Dalrae"

"I'm Jang Mihwa."

"I'm Han Songyi."

"And I'm Min Deulle."

Roseate Bloom bowed as their were some applause. Jasmine spoke again.

"We'lll be performing We Are A Bit Different so please watch over us kindly."

"Thank you." Haji thanked them as she motioned for them to start. "Whenever you're ready to go."

The group went into formation as they waited for the music to start. Despite their earlier complaint they found themselves once again enjoying it. When the song came to an end did they remain in their ending poses and waited a few seconds before dropping it and awaited what Haji and the others had to say.

"Alright, thank you so much for your audition, Roseate Bloom." Haji thanked them with a smile while writing on the clipboard before her.

She then glanced at the others.

"Would you guys like to say anything?"

Lina nodded before looking over at Serena with a smile.

"Han Songyi." She announced as it was quiet for a moment.

Jasmine nudged Serena that it was her that Lina had called upon.

"Uh, yes?" Serena answered as she looked at her curiously.

"Where did you buy that strawberry cat hoodie?"

Serena relaxed upon hearing Lina's question and answered with a small smile.

"Ah, it was a gift from a friend back home. I don't know where he bought it though."

"Ah, if you find out, then will you let me know?"

"Of course."

The others laughed as Haji went back on topic.

"Anyone else have something to say?"

Daeyoung raised his hand as he looked at them all.

"Jang Mihwa, could I request you sing a little something right now?"

"Uh," Katherine stalled as she slightly panicked while glancing at the other three.

"Oh, that song you sang this morning when showering." Melanie suggested in a whisper as Katherine nodded feeling less nervous.

"Yeah. I can do that."

Daeyoung smiled as everyone else anticipated what Katherine would sing.

~Let me sing a song for love, I wanna sing a song for love, let it be a song for love, and you can hum along, and someday you'll find it, the way to sing your song for love, song for love, song for love, maybe someday you'll find it, the way to sing your song for love~

Katherine sang the chorus for Song For Love and sheepishly cast a smile afterwards.

"Thank you so much, Jang Mihwa." Daeyoung thanked her with a clap. "I'm good now."

Haji chuckled before looking at the rest of the judges.

"Anything else?"

Ray raised his hand this time while looking at the quartet.

"Min Deulle, I'm assuming you're like the leader of Roseate Bloom?"

"Uh, yes." Jasmine answered with a sheepish laugh. "De facto leader."

"Nice. You give off that vibe to me. How do you feel about having that role?”

Jasmine shrugged as she answered nonchalantly.

“I don’t mind, really. I’m just glad to know that I have a wonderful team to stand by me and help me lead.”

“Ooh, good answer.”

Ray chuckled before asking another question.

“Anyways, are the names listed on your name-tag your stage names, perhaps?"

"Mmhmm. For Sing In May purposes."

"I see. Is it related to your group name that's why?"

"Yes, it is."

"Very nice."

Ray looked at Haji with a satisfied smile.

"I'm good here as well."

Haji chuckled once again and asked once more if anyone else had anything for Roseate Bloom with Sulhee raising her hand and directing her attention onto Melanie.

"Yeah, Since Jin Dalrae hasn't spoke yet, could you sing a little something for us right now?"

Melanie's eyes went wide at being caught off guard just like Katherine until Katherine suggested a song for her to do, too, just like what Melanie had done for her.

"Sure." Melanie answered before singing a snippet of All To U.

~Imma give it all to you, and baby it’s so true, I’m gon be insane that when I’m lying next to you, I’ll give it all to you and baby it’s so true, I’m gon be insane that when I’m lying next to you~

"Ohh, lovely." Sulhee praised with glee. "Thank you so much, Min Dalrae."

Sulhee nodded at Haji who once again asked if the others wanted to commented before facing the quartet again after receiving head shakes.

"I think that's it for now, ladies. We'll notify if you're in the final line-up within a week. Have a good rest of your day, Roseate Bloom."

"Thank you."

The quartet thanked them as they bowed once more before walking off and handling all of the items back to one of the student council members as another group walked past to perform.

"Oh!"

"Serena! Melanie!"

"Watch our stage!"

"Yeah. Watch us!"

"And let us know how we did afterwards."

The male quintet spoke as they walked by the quartet as they addressed Melanie and Serena while waving politely at Katherine and Jasmine.

"Oh yeah, sure. Serena and I will totally be cheering for y'all!" Melanie informed them as she nudged Serena playfully.

"Cool! Thanks!"

The quintet ran off to prepare while Jasmine stared at them with a shocked face.

"You guys also know Chenle, Jisung, Jaemin, Jeno, and Renjun, too?"

Jasmine playfully smacked.

"Girl, y'all had the connection this whole time and could've helped me out with Johnny."

"We're just mutual friends through Ten, Jasmine." Melanie clarified. "It's not like we actually hang out with them. Besides, just confess already."

"Yeah, for real. Confess." Serena chimed in with a sour face not directed at her friend. "If we did announce our friendship, then we would be stalked by their dumb fangirls. They're so obsessive, so possessive, and even beyond rational. It's kinda mind-bogging."

Jasmine nodded upon hearing those words.

"Oh, true. Sorry. I didn't mean it like that. My bad for sounding like one."

"It's okay, sis, and you’re not that bad as them, but just go through the natural way and not be a stalker that would make them hate you even more." Katherine advised before looking over at the other pair of sisters with a cheeky expression.

"By the way, I think it was bound to happen one way or another."

"Why do you say that?" Melanie asked with a puzzled gaze.

"Well, the way I see it we're all gonna be crossing paths more since we all have a crush on a Nu Chi Theta member. Another thing to note is that you and Serena are actually on friendly terms with several of them already."

"This isn't a drama, Katherine."

Serena pointed out with a suspicious look.

"So don't go jinxing it or whatever."

"It's bound to happen, Serena, whether you like it or not."

"Shut up."

The other three laughed as their attention soon went to the quintet as they performed their rendition of No.1. Serena ran off once the song ended leaving the other three to make excuses on her behalf. Anyways, barely a week later the quartet received news from Gina personally that Roseate Bloom had been chosen to participate in the Sing In May without her actual doing as the judges really enjoyed their stage and personality. The twins were excited while the other sisters were just going with the flow. More Melanie Serena, as Serena wondered if life really wanted her to go through some drama-like life.

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cheater [one] | kara danvers

summary: after catching your girlfriend cheating on you, kara happens to be there for you when you've never felt more alone

warning/s: cheating I guess?

author's note: there's another two parts to this because it was pretty long and I had to split it lol soz guys

part two | part three | masterlist | wattpad

"I think that's a wrap," Kara said with relief, smiling as she closed her notebook. "I can begin writing this up tomorrow."

"I can't wait to read it," I told her honestly, returning her smile. "You've got the quotes, you've got the story, you've got the pictures. It can't go wrong."

Kara chuckled as she began to pack up. "You're right. Thank you for staying late with me to help me finish the prep. I owe you."

"It's nothing." I waved her off as I also stood up and packed away. "You've helped me out a ton of times. It's the least I could do."

She didn't say anything, but the appreciative smile on her lips said enough. I checked the time on one of the many clocks hung on the walls of CatCo and decided to give my girlfriend a quick call.

"Hello?"

"Anna, love, hey," I said, an automatic smile appearing on my lips. "What are you doing right now? I thought we could hang out tonight. I know it's late, but Kara and I finished up some work so I thought I could stop by."

Anna sounded tired as she answered, "Aw, babe, I'm glad that you got your work done, but I'm half asleep between episodes of The Office and I don't think I can stay awake long enough to do something. I'm sorry."

I shook my head, despite being on the phone. "Oh, no, it's okay, no need to apologise. I'll leave you to it... I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow," she replied. "Love you."

"I love you, too," I said, before hanging up.

"That Anna?" Kara asked, glancing up at me as she grabbed her bag. "She doing good? I haven't seen much of her lately."

"Yeah, she's good, she's been busy sorting out that new summer segment for the fashion section," I said, pocketing my phone and grabbing my own bag.

"Oh, yeah, I saw, that looks pretty cool," Kara nodded as the two of us began to walk to the lift.

"Yeah," I agreed, a little half-heartedly.

It went quiet as the two of us rode the lift down to the lobby, until Kara suddenly spoke up.

"Hey, erm, since you've not got plans, do you want to maybe get some ice cream?" she asked, before a confused smile appeared on her face as if she was unsure to why she was asking me in the first place.

I smiled with amusement. "I guess, yeah. Bit random, I must admit."

Kara rubbed the back of her neck as she glanced down at her shoes. "Yeah, well, I'm in the mood for something sweet. And it can be my treat. Y'know, for helping me."

I shrugged, still smiling. "I won't say no to free ice cream."

She met my eyes, a glint of excitement in her own. "Great. I know a place. It's a little out, but it's really good."

As we walked out of the lift, I nodded. "You know your food, Danvers, you have all of my trust."

She laughed, giving me a glance before leading me outside to hail a taxi.

I'd hung out with Kara a handful of times – we worked together and naturally became work friends, so I was used to her random ideas and acts of kindness from her. So, allowing her to take me to get ice cream downtown at almost midnight was definitely a little out there, but nothing too unusual.

"What d'you think?" Kara asked, a massive grin on her face that made her blue eyes sparkle.

"This is really good," I admitted, chuckling when I saw her first pump.

"I knew you'd love it," she said, before accepting her own ice cream cone off the salesman.

"You know what you'd love?" I asked, a thought coming to mind. She hummed as she dove into her ice cream, unable to speak. I smiled with amusement as I continued. "Mr Whippy."

"Mr what-y?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Mr Whippy," I repeated, noting her urge to laugh. "It's an ice cream we have back in England. You get it from ice cream vans in the summer and it's basically a soft, white ice cream. They put sherbet, sprinkles and whatever sauce you want on it. Usually raspberry though. Then they add a flake and it's complete! It's the best thing ever. Immediate sugar rush. You'd love it."

"Sounds like my kind of thing," she said, eagerly.

"Definitely," I agreed, walking out of the ice cream shop with her.

"Right now though, this is definitely hitting the spot..."

I stopped listening to Kara as I looked ahead and furrowed my eyebrows. There was a restaurant opposite the ice cream shop and it looked like my girlfriend was sat inside, laughing over dinner with another girl. Huh..?

"...and you're not listening. What's up, Y/N?"

Kara followed my gaze and judging by the way she tensed up, my thoughts were confirmed. I wasn't imagining it – Anna was definitely sat there with another girl. Or should I say she was now kissing another girl.

"Y/N... I don't... I..."

Kara hesitated, unsure what to say, but I could feel her staring at me with pity.

I reached for my phone and called Anna, waiting as it rang. I looked up and saw Anna interrupting sucking face with a girl who I didn't recognise to check her phone. I swallowed the lump in my throat as she checked the caller ID and declined the call, before getting back to the girl she was with. I chewed on the inside of my mouth as I locked my phone, forcing myself to look away.

"Y/N–"

"Am I alright to go home?" I asked, my voice surprisingly quiet and steady.

Kara tried to meet my eyes, but I avoided hers, embarrassed enough as it was.

"Yeah, of course," she replied, squeezing my arm gently. "I'll get you a cab. Come on."

I nodded and followed her, but not before glancing behind me one last time. I don't know if I expected to not see anything, but that wasn't the case. Anna was still sat there with somebody else, leaning into her and laughing at whatever.

She was still cheating and I was still left hurting.

***

My eyes were glued to my computer screen when I heard her voice, calling for me like usual. Except it wasn't like usual because now I knew the truth.

"Babe, I thought I'd drop by your desk and see how you're doing." Anna leaned down and tried to kiss me, but I moved my head, resulting in her kissing my cheek. She frowned as she pulled away. "Hey, I'm sorry about last night..." No, you're not. "I know you wanted to hang out, but I was falling asleep." No, you weren't. "But you hung out with Kara, right? You said you got ice cream?" Yeah and I saw you cheat on me. "Sounds fun!"

I swallowed hard and forced a small smile as I looked up to her. I tried to understand how this woman who I'd grown to love could throw it all away as if it meant nothing, so she could be with someone else? If she wanted to break up with me, she should have just done it. I would have preferred that over being cheated on and used like an accessory. I used to look at her and feel love. Now all I felt was pain.

"It's okay, I did end up going out with Kara," I said, maintaining my voice and any stutter. "It was nice. But I was thinking that maybe we could go out for lunch today? If you're not too busy?" Too busy making out with other girls.

"That sounds great," she agreed, a plastic smile on her face. "I'll see–"

"Sorry to interrupt," a woman approached, and I widened my eyes when I realised it was the woman from last night. She was the new fashion intern. "Miss Fox, we need you to look at the layout for this week's issue. It's a group effort."

I felt my mouth go dry as I looked between them both. They were smiling innocently, but their eyes spilled a million secrets. She was cheating on me with the intern?

"How many times have I told you, Katy, you can call me Anna," Anna said, playfully. "I'm not that much older than you."

"Right," Katy agreed, playing the part. "My apologies, Anna."

"I should get going," Anna said, looking to me with a smile, "but I'll see you here in a few hours to get lunch."

I nodded, unable to get words out without screaming. Anna blew a kiss towards me before following Katy out of here. My stomach turned at how many times I'd seen them together in the past and how I never knew. I didn't notice Katy much – I was a news reporter, not fashion. I rarely saw her. But she saw me evidently. Everybody at CatCo knew Anna and I were together, so she wasn't exactly in the dark. She was knowingly with my girlfriend. And knowingly playing me, just like Anna.

I tried not to let that sour thought disrupt me from my work, but it was hard. I felt like somebody was sitting on my chest, squeezing it tighter and tighter and making me extremely uncomfortable. I just had to make it to lunch, where I would confront Anna and make her admit that she was cheating on me. That she was a horrible fucking person. That she broke my heart and that she broke me. She... she broke me.

Lunch time rolled around soon enough and I found myself walking towards Noonan's with Anna when I stopped us from going any further. Every second more I spent pretending I didn't know felt like a disgusting coat of shame I was carrying. I didn't know how she did it – the very thought made me feel revolting. I couldn't even walk to the coffee shop with her, let alone sit through a lunch with her. I had to do it now.

"Why did we stop?" Anna asked, confused as she turned around to look at me. "What's–"

"You're cheating on me," I blurted out, before breathing out slowly. No going back now.

"What?" she played dumb, raising her eyebrows. "Y/N, are you crazy?"

I clenched my jaw, shaking my head. How could she keep pretending, even when I called her out on it?

"I saw you last night," I said, meeting her eyes. I needed to see the realisation in hers when she knew I knew the truth. The guilt, if any. "Kara took me to an ice cream place downtown. Not somewhere I usually go. But you knew that. That's why you took Katy to dinner down there. Right?"

Her mouth closed slowly as she stared at me with a blank expression, but I could see the desperation creeping in her eyes.

"How– how long has this been going on for?" I asked, cursing inwardly at my stutter.

"It's not what you think," Anna tried to amend the situation.

"I saw you kiss her!" I shouted angrily, earning the attention of some bystanders, but I didn't care. "And you declined my call! I'm not stupid, Anna! Now, how long?"

She looked down to her shoes, purposely avoiding my eyes. "A few months..."

I breathed out through my nose, feeling my heart begin to ache. A few months. She was with somebody else whilst with me for a few months.

"Are you sleeping with her?"

"Y/N, what good will this do you?" she asked, trying to divert the question.

"None of this is doing me any good, but I deserve to know," I told her sternly, containing my anger. And I'll know just how stupid I was to trust you.

Anna didn't answer straight away, but eventually, I saw her nod slightly. So, that answers that then. She was sleeping with another woman whilst being in a relationship with me. Lovely.

"I'm sorry," she muttered, finally lifting her eyes to mine. "I didn't want you to find out like this."

"Sounds like you didn't want me to find out at all," I got out, my voice cracking.

My eyesight was getting blurry and that's when I realised that I couldn't contain my emotions for much longer. I needed to go. I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of watching me get upset.

"I don't want you to speak to me unless it's work-related," I told her calmly.

"Y/N, please let me explain–"

"I mean what I said," I snapped, before turning to leave.

I speed-walked away, hoping to God that she wasn't following me. If she was, she would have seen me wipe the stray tears from my face and suck up a deep shaky breath.

When returning to the office, I made sure I looked presentable in the toilets before heading to my desk. On the way, I passed Kara at her desk and caught her gaze.

After getting a taxi home last night, I never really spoke to her this morning and I felt a little guilty for just leaving so suddenly. She must have felt very awkward to be with me as I found out Anna's secret. I wanted to apologise, but I didn't trust myself right now because I was still pretty sensitive from before.

Kara flashed me a concerned smile, to which I returned with the most convincing smile I could muster, before I headed to my desk to get on with some work.

I didn't see Anna or Katy for the rest of the day which I was glad for – now if only that could last the rest of my life. I did see Kara however, who kindly decided to stop by my desk towards the end of the day.

"Hey...," she greeted, hanging by my desk but not quite committing to staying.

I appreciated her thoughtfulness and decided to give her my full attention, hoping she'd get the hint she could stay. "Hey, Kara."

She offered a small smile as she sat at the edge of my desk. Concern flashed in her eyes though, as she asked, "How are you doing?"

I pursed my lips, ignoring the sharp pain in my heart. "I'm fine."

Kara nodded, and I almost thought she would accept my answer and leave it there, but then she looked back to me with a nervous look.

"I know it's not any of my business, but did you talk to Anna about... you know?"

I nodded slowly, eyes flickering to my desk. "Yeah. I did."

I looked up when I felt Kara's hand rest on mine, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I'm sorry," she said, a frown on her lips. "About what happened."

"You don't need to say sorry for anything," I said with a careless shrug, before adding, "but I'm sorry for letting it ruin our evening. I was having fun for what it's worth."

Kara cracked a small sad smile. "It didn't ruin anything. I just want you to know that I'm here for you. If you wanna talk about it. Or if you just want to hang out and not talk about it at all. Either way..."

"You're here."

"Yeah."

"Thanks." I looked up and met her eyes. They were kind and generous and thoughtful all at once, making me feel like I wasn't completely alone.

She nodded, her smile still present, before standing up and saying, "I'll leave you to it then."

"Bye, Kara."

***

It hadn't even been a day when Anna tried to talk to me again. She obviously didn't respect me enough, nor feel any amount of guilt enough to leave me the hell alone like I asked.

"Can we talk?" she asked for the millionth time, standing in front of my desk, looking down at me with pleading eyes. "Please, Y/N."

I stayed quiet, continuing to ignore her and instead look at my computer screen. I didn't want to speak to her because I had nothing more to say, and she knew that. She broke my heart and I was just trying to forget about it. Forget about her. I couldn't do that if she wouldn't leave me alone!

"Y/N, you have to let me say something," she tried again, making me roll my eyes. "I want to make this right. Or at least explain!"

I gritted my teeth as I tried to keep up my act of pretending she didn't exist. It was growing increasingly difficult however.

"Y/N–"

"Hey, guys," Kara swooped in out of nowhere, and I looked up, never more glad to see her face than I was now. She glanced between Anna and I before directing her question at me. "Everything okay?"

I caught sight of Anna rolling her eyes in my peripheral, making me squeeze my hands together with annoyance.

"Yes, everything's fine, Danvers," she spoke up, a hint of frustration laced in her voice. "We're just talking. Do you mind?"

Kara pursed her lips in response, merely ignoring Anna's passive aggressiveness and instead looking to me for a response. I gave her a pleading look and she nodded subtly before smiling.

"Y/N, you up for that coffee run yet?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Already locking my computer and grabbing my bag, I nodded and stood up. "Yeah, sounds good."

Anna groaned quietly as I walked around her to stand by Kara. She tried to reach out to me, but I stepped back as if she had the plague and thankfully, Kara stepped between us, staring her down.

I didn't know what she did, but it seemed to work as Anna backed off, letting Kara and I walk away. I breathed out with relief as we headed to the lift, feeling grateful for the blonde's presence.

“Thanks for that," I said when we were in the lift. I looked up to meet her eyes, offering a small smile.

She returned the smile, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "Any time."

Kara was a kind person. It was something I'd always known, I mean, we always helped each other out with our articles and she was always interested in what was new with me at work. We were good friends, but since breaking up with Anna, I truly saw how much our friendship meant to her. A lot more than I thought, apparently.

***

A week had passed since I broke up with her and I was trying very hard not to concern myself with why we broke up. If I sat for too long thinking about the fact that I obviously wasn't good enough for her, or that she would have rather strung me along whilst with someone else than break up with me, or how how I was evidently a shitty girlfriend to be faithful to, then I would have broken down. And I didn't want to be one of those girls who cried her heart out because of a break up. I refused to be that girl, be that cliché.

But sometimes clichés are clichés for a reason.

I was signing off on a parcel at the reception on our floor when I felt Kara's presence beside me.

“Hey," she greeted me. "How are things?"

She'd been checking in on me whenever she saw me around the office, and even took me out for lunch and coffee when she could. I knew what she was doing and I appreciated it a lot. She truly was a blessing.

I smiled, looking up at her. She was already staring at me with sparkling blue eyes.

"I'm good, Kara," I assured her. "Especially since you asked me twenty minutes ago when you stopped by my desk."

She pressed her lips together into a sheepish smile as she looked down to her shoes with embarrassment. One of the few reasons left to smile was Kara's silly antics, and I found it amusing that she felt the need to constantly make sure I was okay. It was cute.

"Sorry, I just wanted to make sure," she said, making me chuckle.

"It's cool," I said, accepting my parcel from the receptionist.

I was ready to walk back to my desk, but the sight of Anna and Katy kissing behind Kara caught my attention. I forgot how to breathe for a moment, feeling like the wind had been smacked out of me, as I saw them making out. She'd moved on already, with the girl she'd cheated on me with. Because she'd done that. Cheated on me. She cheated on me.

I noticed a few people in the hall glancing between them and I, evidently picking up on the fact that we were no longer together. It didn't take a genius to know what they were thinking – I was pathetic. I was supposed to move past all of this, but seeing Anna there, absolutely fine... I couldn't take it anymore. I was sick of bottling it up.

Kara glanced behind her, following my gaze, and gasped a little. I felt my throat close up, my cheeks heating up with embarrassment. I felt like an idiot.

"I'm sorry, I've gotta go," I croaked out, neglecting my parcel at the reception desk and backing up.

Kara spun around to me again, her eyes widened with pity. I hated it, knowing she felt bad for me. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat as I walked away, eventually running to the toilets so I could escape this suffocating situation.

Fresh tears were flowing from my eyes when I reached the toilets. Thankfully, the cubicles were empty and nobody was here to see me look so pathetic. I stopped by the sinks and clutched my stomach, feeling sick.

My hands began to shake and it was as if all the pain from the past week had reached its boiling point and was spilling over. My heart felt like it was crumbling, the image of Anna and Katy kissing playing in my mind over and over. She didn't want me anymore. She stopped wanting me a long time ago.

I looked to the toilet door when I heard it open, glad to see it was just Kara, though I was still embarrassed because of what she was seeing.

She stopped when she saw me, frowning as she took in my appearance. "Oh, Y/N."

I shook my head, one hand still clutching my stomach tightly. "I– I don't understand h– how somebody can do that."

She didn't know what to say, but when she stepped forward, I moved towards her, falling into her embrace. She held me close as I cried into her arms, finally letting it all out. It felt good to stop avoiding my pain. But it hurt a lot. I was convinced my heart would never recover.

Kara simply held me, rubbing circles on my back and telling me it would be okay. I wasn't sure if I believed her, but she had a special talent of making you want to. She was warm and comforting and her voice was soft and inviting. I wanted to believe her.

I wasn't sure how long we stayed like that, but I eventually ran out of tears, leaving only pure embarrassment as I pulled away from Kara. I avoided her eyes as she kept ahold of my hands, squeezing them comfortingly.

"I think I'm gonna take you home, Y/N," she said quietly, and I could feel her eyes piercing through me. "Is that okay?"

I wanted to tell her it was okay to leave me. That I'd be fine and I could get home myself. I didn't need her help. But the truth was, I didn't want her to leave. Not now. I didn't want to be alone.

I nodded and she breathed out a little, keeping ahold of one of my hands as she held me out of the toilets. I kept my eyes glued to the floor as she told me to wait on the side as she went to grab my bag and hers. It didn't take her long to join my side again, grasping my hand in hers.

She ended up taking me back to my flat, coming inside with me and sitting me on the couch. I was surprised that she joined me.

"When you're ready to talk, I'll be here," she said, and I looked up to see her watching me with certainty. "Even if you don't want to talk, I'll be here."

"Thank you, Kara," I said, my voice dry, making me clear my throat.

"Come on, we can watch some TV," she said, moving forward to grab the remote off the coffee table.

She flicked between the channels and eventually settled on Brooklyn Nine-Nine. It played for the next ten minutes or so, but I wasn't listening. I was trapped in my own thoughts, unable to stop thinking about how I ended up here. How I ended up crying over somebody who I once loved. This time last week, we were happy. And now... now I didn't know what to do.

"Y/N," Kara said, pulling me from my thoughts. I looked up and she was frowning, moving forward to wipe away some tears from my face. I didn't even realise I'd been crying again.

"She did something wrong, yet I'm the one suffering," I said quietly, swallowing hard. "How is that fair?" I paused, my fingers fidgeting uncomfortably. "How is it fair that she's making me feel insecure about myself? I feel like... I feel like this is my fault... I know it's not, but... but it feels like it is. She... she cheated on me. It had to have been my fault. Nobody just cheats..."

"You're not to blame, Y/N," Kara said, resting a hand on my fidgeting ones. They stopped. "You did nothing wrong, you hear me? Cheating on somebody is disgusting. There's no justification. She's the one who should feel insecure. It's all her fault and... gosh, one second."

She let go of me and pulled her phone from her pocket, raising it to her ear. "Alex, what's up?" I watched as she seemed tense, turning around slightly. "But you can handle it, right? ...No, I'm with Y/N... I'd prefer not to... You've got this... Okay, thanks. Let me know how it goes later... Bye."

She turned around and pocketed her phone, relaxing into her seat. "Sorry about that."

"You can go if you need to," I said, feeling guilty for keeping her. "It sounded important."

"No, no, it wasn't," she said, waving her hand, before peering at me with sincerity. "I'm here. And I was saying how none of this is your fault. It's hers. She should feel horrible."

"She seems pretty happy with Katy," I pointed out, smiling sadly. "I'm the one crying on the couch."

"Because you actually have feelings unlike some people." Kara shook her head. "This isn't your fault. I can promise you that. I know it's hurts. It will. Because you loved her. But you'll get through it. It won't hurt forever."

"You make it sound easy."

She cracked a small smile. "I know it's not. But you're not alone."

"You've said."

"Well, I mean it."

"I know." I rested my hand on hers and met her eyes. "Thank you for being here. I don't know if it's because you feel obligated to, since you were there when I found out, but–"

"That's not it," she cut me off.

"Well, thank you," I finished, nodding slightly. "You're gonna get sick of my face eventually, but I'll make the most of having you around, Danvers."

"You can't get rid of me that easily, Y/L/N," she joked, leaning forward to pull me in for a side hug. "I'm–"

"Here, I got it."

"Doesn't seem like it."

I couldn't help but smile as I glanced up at the blonde, seeing the amusement dancing in her blue eyes.

"There's that smile I missed," she pointed out, grinning down at me.

I rolled my eyes and faced the TV again, but my smile was still present. I wasn't getting rid of Kara and I wasn't complaining. I didn't want to be alone and she was better company than I could have asked for. God bless Kara Danvers.

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