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엔하이픈 --- EMAILS I NEVER MEANT TO SEND (PART 2)

　　 박성훈　 x　 fem!reader　x 　심재윤 　　┊　　a very late and long birthday gift for jennifer!! :> 　　┊　　 wc 5.8k

GENERE　┊ 　!oneshot, !nonidol , !fluff , !hints of angst , !high school, !childhood best friends to lovers , !best friend's brother , !love triangle , !hockey player sunghoon , !basketball player jake , !academic weapon reader

DISCLAIMER 　┊ 　depictions may be inaccurate , contains swear words, y/n is lee heeseung's sister , sunghoon calls y/n 'princess' , y/n calls jake 'jaeyun' , doesn't really contain jake and sunghoon playing their sports , y/n prefers strawberries over mangoes , mentions of ocs and random characters here and there.

⟡ 📩 𑁋 TAGGING : @a-dream-bookmark , @/k-labels , @k-nets , @k-films

“Y/N, YOU OKAY?” HEESEUNG ASKS, MAKING YOU LOOK UP FROM YOUR HALF-EATEN BOWL OF A CONCOCTION OF RICE, SOUP, KIMCHI, BEAN SPROUTS AND SEAWEED. He sips on his tea, eyes trained sharply on you.

“Yeah, I am,” you reply, feeling a little guilty. You weren’t entirely lying, but it’d be such a fabrication if you told yourself you weren’t feeling down at all. “Why?”

“Did you sleep late? Or did you get dumped?”

“Oppa!” you exclaim, “when did I ever get a boyfriend?”

“Oh yeah, I forgot that you’re always sticking around with Sunghoon. People think you’re his girlfriend, so no one’s asking you out,” Heeseung snorts.

Your eyes slightly widen. “Wait—people actually think like that?”

“Yeah, of course,” Heeseung replies, rolling his eyes. He swallows his bite before continuing, “everyone thinks you’re Sunghoon’s, you know?”

“People think so?”

“Girl, the two of you act like a literal couple. You hold hands, kiss cheeks and call each other nicknames like it’s nothing. I mean, those who know you guys are friends know that it’s platonic, but–”

“Then, why isn’t he doing anything about it?” you snap, crossing your arms. Your sudden outburst shocks everyone in the room—even Heeseung stops eating.

“Y/N-ie, you alright, sweetie?” your mom asks from the kitchen.

“I’ll be fine,” you reply. “Hee oppa’s bothering me!”

“What are you saying, idiot?” Heeseung hisses. “I’m not bothering you, just tell me whatever is bugging you!”

“I’m upset,” you declare truthfully. “I want to go to hoco with Sunghoon. But he’s not asking me or anything,” you whine, dragging out each word in a dramatically exaggerated manner.

Heeseung snorts, “if you want to go with him, just tell him? It’s not that hard.”

“It is hard! Oppa, imagine telling your childhood best friend: ‘oh, I like you. Can we go to homecoming together?’. That kind of thing completely ruins a friendship! Imagine if he doesn’t like you back? How would you feel?”

Heeseung leans back into his seat, smirking smugly. “I don’t have any girl best friends, so I wouldn’t know.”

“YAH!” you yell, smacking your brother’s head with your spoon. He laughs, clutching his stomach as you sit back down, pouting. “I’m upset and all you’re doing is laugh at my face.”

“Hey, I’m just joking around,” Heeseung reassured, “I get how you feel—even though I kinda don’t.”

Your brother laughs as you huff.

“I think you should go and confront him about it,” Heeseung suggests, going back to devouring his breakfast. “I’m honestly surprised you told me that so straightforwardly, but I guess that’s the result of me sacrificing my ego to get close to you when we were kids.”

You kick his leg under the table, annoyed by the way he’s laughing as you do so. “Shut up. Don’t make me regret having you as my brother.”

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“SEE YOU AFTER SCHOOL, Y/N-IE,” HEESEUNG SAYS AS YOU EXIT THE CAR. He waves to you before driving off. You then make your way towards the entrance gate, only to be greeted by an obviously excited and jumpy Danielle.

“Y/N!” Danielle waves, all smiles. “Come on!”

You jog up to her, who’s standing at your school gate. “Hi. What’s up?”

“Nothing,” she replies, but you know her a little too well to accept that as an answer.

“Oh, you think I’m stupid, don’t you?” you elbow her, “you’re a bit too smiley at quarter past seven. Something’s definitely up.”

Danielle giggles, “I’m sorry, I forgot you’ve been my friend since middle school. Now I kind of resent myself for picking Decelis Academy as my study abroad option in 8th grade.”

You hit her shoulder, laughing in synchronisation. “Anyway, Dani, tell me what’s going on. Is Heeseung coming to pick you up after school today or what?”

“Nah, I am,” Jake’s voice coming from your left startles you, making you lose your balance. Yet, Jake is quick to grab your arm, stabilising you.

You turn towards the source of the voice, expecting him to be standing at a reasonable distance beside you. But, oh boy, the goosebumps you get from seeing his face merely inches away from yours…

“Oh?”

Jake smiles. “I’m sorry for startling you,” he says, letting go of your arm gently. “What were we talking about again?”

“Yah, Jaeyun,” Danielle interrupts, smacking her twin brother’s head. “Don’t go around and scare people by whispering right in their ear. It’s creepy, you know?”

Jake laughs sheepishly. “Yeah, yeah. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Anyway, you’re picking Dani up today? What does that mean?” you ask. “Don’t you guys, like, cycle home everyday? Together?”

“Yeah, we do,” Danielle replies, “but today he’s bringing me and you dress-shopping.”

“Me?” you gasp.

“Yep,” Jake nods. “I-I mean, I suggested it to her. You know, since… um, my sister’s going to hoco with your brother, a-and she wants to go dress-shopping… I thought it’d be fitting to bring you too.”

“You can help me pick,” Danielle adds, smiling.

“Sure,” you agree after some thought. After all, going shopping with Danielle is something you enjoy doing, and there’s nothing wrong with her twin brother accompanying the two of you.

Except… that the said twin brother is most likely, according to the current situation, your hoco date.

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WALKING OUT OF THE CHEMISTRY LAB, YOU DRAG YOUR FEET TOWARDS THE CAFETERIA. There have been several periods and classes with Sunghoon, yet there hadn’t been any indication that he’d be asking you to go to homecoming with him.

“So,” Danielle begins, as soon as you set down your tray. She waits for you to sit down before uttering, “are you going to homecoming?”

“I think so,” you say, shrugging. “I mean, I thought about it, and it’s my senior year. I should go to homecoming.”

Naeun and Danielle shriek happily.

“Oh my God! My wish came true!” Danielle clasped her hands together.

“We can finally take a trio polaroid together. Complete. As one,” Naeun says.

“Gosh, stop over–”

“What wish?” you get interrupted, once again, by the one and only: Park Sunghoon. He nods to acknowledge Danielle and Naeun in front of you, before sitting down next to you.

“Nothing,” you immediately reply. You shift awkwardly in your seat, uncomfortable by the way your cheeks are warming up.

How on earth did you actually survive being Sunghoon’s best friend for more than 10 years whilst having a crush on him?

Maybe having a crush on him for 5 years has taught you the skill of burying your feelings whenever he was around.

“I’ve known you for 13 years,” Sunghoon says. His left cheek bulges as he chews on his mouthful of cold noodles. “And if I learned a thing or two, it is to never trust you when you say ‘nothing’.”

“Exactly!” Naeun exclaims. “Sunghoon, you tell her to stop using the same excuse every time, it’s so obvious when she’s lying.”

“Oh, shut up, Nae.”

Sunghoon rips open the package of his chocolate bar and breaks it in half. “Here,” he places it on your tray. “You like cookies and cream.”

You bit your lip in hopes to suppress a smile. “Thanks,” you say coolly, taking a bite out of it.

“Anyway,” Naeun grins, a glint of mischief in her eyes. You glare at her, already dreading what’s to come. “Got anyone to go to homecoming with, Park Sunghoon?”

Sunghoon leans back in his chair, stealing a glance at you. “No. I don’t want to go.”

You almost spit out the contents of your mouth at his blunt statement. “What? Why?”

Sunghoon shrugs. “I’ve got no one to go with?”

“Well, you can go with me if you want to,” you murmur, afraid to raise your voice.

“What?” Sunghoon tilts his head, eyes staring into yours. “What’d you say?”

“Nothing!” you quickly say, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “I-I’m going though.”

It’s now Sunghoon’s turn to be confused. “Huh? I thought you weren’t going.”

“Yeah! I-I wasn’t going to… but Jaeyun asked me… to go with him,” you utter each word with complete caution, eyes going back and forth between Danielle and Sunghoon. “And I’m… going with him.”

Danielle gasps, and at the same time, you couldn’t shrug off the pang in your heart when you witness Sunghoon’s expression morph into something you’ve quite never seen on him before.

Was it jealousy?

“Double date!” Danielle gushes, her eyes crinkling with laughter. “God, I’m so happy! I can finally go to homecoming with my best friend!”

“...have you told him?” Sunghoon asks, somehow struggling to force the words out of his mouth.

“Who?” you reply.

“Jake.”

You purse your lips, then shake your head. “Nope. I’ll tell him after school, though.”

Sunghoon nods, his gaze lingering on you a moment longer than it usually does. Then, he turns to his lunch and finishes it in silence, ignoring the conversation buzzing around him.

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“LET’S GO?” JAKE TAPS YOUR SHOULDER, SMILING WIDELY AS ALWAYS. You sometimes question in your head, does he ever get tired of smiling?

“Mhm, okay!” you reply, quickly packing up your bag. “Wait for me at Danielle’s class.”

“Alright. I’ll see you there.” Jake nods, and struts out, which leaves you and Sunghoon together.

“Where are you going?” Sunghoon asks, his tone careful and slow. He looks at you, and there’s something in his gaze that you can’t pinpoint.

You swing your bag over your shoulder. “I’m… going dress-shopping.”

“With Jake?” he asks.

You nod slowly.

“Y-yeah. And Danielle.”

“Have you told him you’re going to hoco with him?”

You sigh. “No, I haven’t. I’m a bit embarrassed to… tell him.”

Silence floods the two of you. Though, this time, the silence was overwhelmingly uncomfortable. There was some kind of tension that hung between you and Sunghoon, and you know precisely what caused it.

“Hmm,” is all you get from your best friend after a few moments of awkwardness, that involves you standing straight near your desk, unable to move as you await his response.

“Do you like him?” Sunghoon asks, standing up from his chair. His height towers above you, and you gulp in nervousness.

“No?” you say, “I don’t. No, I-I do, but I like him as a friend.”

“Like how you like me?”

Your eyes widen as if a nuclear bomb was dropped in front of your face.

“L-like?”

Sunghoon chuckles, ruffling your hair. “I’m joking, Rainbow Dash.”

Memories flood your vision upon hearing the childhood nickname; vivid like it happened yesterday.

You clearly remember your six-year-old self, sitting on the floor of your house’s play area with a seven-year-old Sunghoon. The two of you had a whole world made out of toys set up—Sunghoon built several buildings and skyscrapers using wooden blocks he brought from his place, along with a few Hot Wheels and action figures; while you had a whole army of My Little Pony figurines out, along with a full-fledged set up of a tea house. You remember roleplaying with Sunghoon, giggling and fighting with each other’s creative imaginations.

“You? As Rainbow Dash?” Sunghoon grimaced, laughing loudly. “You’re too girly, Y/N.”

“No I’m not!” you yelled. “I’m as fast and cool as Rainbow Dash!”

“Fast? You never win against me in any races. You’re more like Fluttershy to me,” Sunghoon declared, a proud smirk displayed across his face. “Softie.”

“No I’m not!” you insisted on a small panicky tone.

And the two of you fought, for the next 30 minutes, on whether you suited Rainbow Dash or not.

“Gosh,” you whisper shakily, “I haven’t heard that nickname in a while.”

Sunghoon smiles—and it’s as if, in this entire universe, it’s only you and him. It’s an unexplainable feeling; one could probably try and portray it as if time had stopped, and everything else around you froze—and he’s the only one for you.

“Hmm? I thought I’d call you Rainbow Dash instead of Fluttershy,” he jokes, “since, you know, you like Rainbow Dash more than Fluttershy.”

“Hey!” you exclaim, “it’s been so long! Don’t remind me of that!”

Sunghoon lets out a train of laughter—and it rushes through you like a refreshing breeze, reminding you of your never ending feelings for him, and how his laughter is one of the things you’d never get tired of hearing.

“Come on then,” he urges you to walk out of the class. “We have a dress to find.”

You follow his lead, your brows knitting with each other. “Huh?”

Sunghoon looks back at you for a second, smiling while he’s at it.

“I’m coming with you to buy your hoco dress. I mean, I’m sure your mother wouldn’t get mad at you if you’re going out with me,” he says, as your legs freeze, unable to move. You’re dazed at Sunghoon’s presence. Everytime he smiles at you, you’re smitten—and it’s as if your body is in love too—it freezes, always.

“I’ll pick your dress for you if you don’t come! I’ll pick the most horrible one!” Sunghoon yells playfully from the corridor, causing you to jolt awake from your trance. “And I’ll tell Mrs. Lee, you’re going out without asking her first!”

“YAH!” you scream, swiftly dodging tables and running out of the classroom to catch up with Sunghoon. “Wait for me, Park Sunghoon!”

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“HERE,” JAKE HANDS YOU A CUP OF MANGO YAKULT BOBA, ACCOMPANIED WITH A SMILE THAT YOU WISH YOU DIDN’T NOTICE WAS A LITTLE BITTER. It must’ve been because Sunghoon’s here, standing beside you, you recall Danielle whispering to you a while ago.

“What?” you ask him.

“Take it,” he insists. “It’s on me, so don’t worry.”

You nod thankfully before poking the straw into the cover of the drink to take a sip. Though, before your lips could even touch the tip of the straw, Sunghoon gets himself a big sip of your drink. Bewildered and stunned, all you could do is watch and let your lips form a twitchy smile as Sunghoon perks up from an angle slightly lower than your eye level.

You gulp, suddenly nervous at the close proximity.

“This is good stuff,” he says with a grin.

Your eyes shift quickly between Jake, who’s standing right in front of you, shock painted all over his facial expressions; and Sunghoon, who’s standing to your right, grinning like he’s just scored the winning goal for the inter school hockey competition.

“Hoon!” you smack his arm, “this is my drink—you didn’t even ask!”

Sunghoon keeps his grin on. “I mean, you wouldn’t even finish it,” he shrugs. “Plus, you prefer strawberry flavoured things over mango, right?”

You watch with guilt as Jake’s facial expressions morph into a shameful expression. He lets out an “oh”, and he looks away.

“It’s okay, Jaeyun,” you say, offering him a smile, which makes him rebuild eye contact. “It’s not that I don’t like mango. I do! Just that I prefer strawberries.”

Jake nods attentively. “Ah, okay.”

“Okay, guys! Enough of this awkwardness,” Danielle says out loud, looping her arm with yours. “We’ve only got a few hours to shop for Y/N and I’s dresses, so get your asses up and moving, boys.”

The four of you then walk through the mall, window shopping to find your dresses. Danielle, of course, is the most excited. She practically drags you and Jake around, Sunghoon tagging along.

You naturally enjoy the experience of shopping with your girlfriend. It’s certainly a refresher—sipping on your boba drink as you browse through a wide selection of eye-catching clothing. Though, every time you look to steal a glance at Sunghoon, there’s this off-putting feeling that you can’t quite name—and the reason as to why is evident, displayed right in front of your eyes.

Every time you make eye contact with Sunghoon, you notice a challenging aura blazing through. It’s as if he’s purposely making it hard for Jake; as if to dare him to prove that he’ll be a good date to you.

Honestly, you think to yourself, it’s just one night. It’s not like I’m dating Jake for real.

And you wonder too, why Sunghoon is making such a big deal out of it.

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“HEESEUNG’S GOING TO BAWL HIS EYES OUT WHEN HE SEES YOU IN THIS DRESS,” YOU SAY WITH A SPARKLE OF MELODRAMA. Jake chuckles, while Sunghoon simply nods.

You marvel at how beautiful Danielle is—her beauty is enhanced with the purple dress she’s wearing. It’s exactly her vibe—a lilac baby doll dress with ruffles and puffed sleeves—soft and dainty.

“Buy this one,” Jake says.

“Okay!” Danielle happily nods. “What about you, Y/N?”

You’ve tried on several types of dresses in many different colours—jade, champagne red, and light pink. Though, none of them thoroughly suited your taste.

“Jaeyun,” you say, causing the boy to perk up and look at you with slightly widened eyes—not expecting his name to be called. “What do you think?”

“M-me?”

You smile and nod, ignoring Sunghoon’s piercing gaze. “Yeah, you.”

“I-I mean, I don’t know,” Jake stammers, “why are you buying a dress though? I thought you weren’t going to hoco.”

“Well…”

“You stupid idiot, she’s going with you!” you hear Danielle shout from inside the changing room.

You don’t know why, but some feelings of delight wash through you as you watch Jake’s lips form a wide smile. He laughs, awkward and strained at first, but gradually, he gets up and pulls you into a hug.

“Thank you,” he murmurs breathlessly into your shoulder as you pat his back. “Thank you, Y/N.”

Jake pulls away from the hug, and for the first time, you see tears form at the edges of the basketball prodigy.

And, for the first time too, you see Sunghoon looking away from you.

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“DANI!” YOU WHISPER-YELL, TRYING TO KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE. You and Danielle are in the changing room, the latter helping you to put on dresses. Out of all the dresses you tried—the light blue ball gown dress, the lavender mini dress with bow details, and many other bodycon and babydoll dresses—none caught your eye.

Except for one.

A simple midnight blue babydoll dress, adorned with pearl details and thin straps; one that Sunghoon picked out. At first, you weren’t sure if it’d suit you, but after trying it on, you were baffled by how you look. The dress fits you perfectly, highlighting exactly where it needs to be.

“Are you sure this is okay?” you ask, pulling your hair out of your dress.

Danielle nods, an adoring look on her face. “Girl, everyone will be smitten.”

Of course, you didn’t believe her at first—but the look on Sunghoon and Jake’s faces made you second guess yourself.

Sunghoon’s eyes stop blinking, and his lips part slightly. Something feels stuck in his throat, and everything dawns on him.

You look absolutely magical.

He can’t pull his eyes away, no matter how hard he tries. You are his best friend, the person he feels most comfortable with. And now, it hits him like a truck.

You’re breathtaking.

To his left, Jake is completely blown away by your beauty. The edges of his mouth twitch, indecisive as to whether he should smile or not. His pupils widen as he takes in the view of you, realising that you really are more prettier than he thought you were.

“So,” you finally say, pretending to not notice the two guys’ gazes on you. You smile at Jake, not forgetting to spare Sunghoon a glance. “How’s this?”

“I-I mean,” Jake says, smiling, “it’s perfect.”

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To: [email protected] From: sincerely/[email protected]

Dear Sunghoon,

Thank you for picking out the dress for me. I think I like it a lot. Obviously because it’s not what you picked out but anyway! I’m nervous. Not because I like Jaeyun or anything. It’s just the general homecoming thing. You know, the surroundings and the partying… I hope I can handle it.

I’ve got nothing against Jaeyun, but I do still wish you’re my date instead.

Why didn’t you ask me to be your homecoming date, Hoon? Did you know how desperately I have been waiting? Did you know how guilty I felt to be brushing off Jaeyun every single time he asked me to go to hoco with him?

Look at me now. I’m his date for Friday.

Hoon, I wish I had the courage to tell you. I wish I was brave enough to tell you that I like you, and that I don’t care if it ruins our lifelong friendship. I wish I was fearless enough to ask you to homecoming.

I wish I was better. I don’t know if I’m good enough for you, but if you ever need a girlfriend, or a wife one day… I’m here. Always.

Sent 23:00 PM, 4th September.

To: [email protected] From: sincerely/[email protected]

Sunghoon,

It’s homecoming.

Jaeyun’s going to come and pick me up soon—in like half an hour. I got the girls over, to help with makeup and all. I feel gorgeous, Hoon, but I wonder if you think so too.

I wish the person who’d come and pick me up to go to homecoming today was you. I really want to see you in a suit—oh God, I know just how good you’ll look.

Honestly, even in a hoodie and sweatpants, you look stunning.

Sent 17:35 PM, 6th September.

“Y/N! Sweetie, Jake’s here!” you hear your mom call from downstairs.

“Coming!” you shout back, shoving a lipgloss and a pack of tissues into your purse before rushing downstairs.

His eyes sparkle as they gaze on you, and he looks as if he’s never seen someone as beautiful as you. He stands respectfully by the stairway, giving you a polite smile.

“Hi,” you greet Jake, leaning into his side hug. Jake is smartly fitted into a neat suit with tie, and a corsage is tucked perfectly into the pocket of his chest. He hands you a matching one.

“Do… you want to wear this?”

You make eye contact with Heeseung, who’s standing by the door with Danielle. He nods, and you turn to Jake. “Sure.”

He fastens the corsage around your wrist, his touch gentle and careful. “Is it okay? If i-it’s too tight or anything,” Jake says, “tell me.”

You pat his shoulder. “It’s fine, I’m good. Thank you, Jaeyun.”

Heeseung drives all of you to the conference hall of Decelis Academy, where the homecoming will be held. Upon arrival, Jake opens the door of the car and helps you out.

Feeling slightly overwhelmed hearing the faint music coming from inside the hall, you turn to Jake. “So,” you say, slowing down your walking pace. “What do we usually do at hoco?”

“Hmm, there’s a concert by our school band—you know Jay? He used to be in Heeseung’s grade, he was the lead guitarist,” Jake explains. “His girlfriend, Han Jihyeon, is still the main singer. They’re sickeningly cute, in my opinion.”

You chuckle and nod along, recalling several moments where you’ve seen the couple interact with each other before.

“There’s also plenty of games,” continues Jake. The two of you walk together into the hall, and as you reach the door, he opens it for you. “Oh, and you don’t have to dance if you don’t want to, you know.”

You nod, bracing yourself for a chaotic night.

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AFTER TAKING PICTURES WITH JAKE, DANIELLE, NAEUN, AND HEESEUNG, YOU FIND YOURSELF RETREATING TO THE REFRESHMENTS SECTION OF THE CONFERENCE HALL. Jake left to play games and dance with his friends, as well as reconnect with his old buddies who have graduated. At first, he felt guilty to leave you alone, but you insisted he go enjoy himself so much that he gave in.

You bring out your phone and adjust your hair, which your mom had put in a half updo adorned with a sparkly white ribbon. Your makeup tonight is bedazzling too, and you admit, for once, it made you feel more beautiful than ever before. Kudos to Danielle for being your makeup artist.

“Y/N!” you hear Jake call for you. You look towards his direction, seeing him quickly approaching you.

“Yeah?” you answer, fidgeting with the empty plastic cup in your hand.

“Do you want to come and play some games?” he asks. “I mean, i-if you want to.”

“Honestly, I don’t really want to,” you reply, “but since we’re already here, why not?”

You watch as Jake’s uptight and polite expression transforms into a bright smile. “Okay!” he beams, grabbing your arm. “Let’s go!”

You don’t know if it’s Jake’s luminous grin or if it’s the games that are fun, but you enjoyed almost every minute of the games you played. You found yourself laughing amongst Jake and his friends, and found them to actually be decently nice. You too found yourself sharing many greasy yet fulfilling snacks with Jake, bonding over random things such as physics, iconic movies and so on.

When the time to go home comes around, Jake escorts you to Heeseung’s car and waits until your brother comes.

“Thanks,” he murmurs, “I had a really good time tonight.”

You give Jake a smile. “Of course!” you pat his shoulder. “I also enjoyed tonight a lot, surprisingly. Thanks for asking me out.”

Jake laughs shyly, the corner of his eyes crinkling along. He rubs the back of his neck. “Y-yeah! You’re welcome… and you know, I think we should hang out sometime?”

“With Dani?” you inquire on instinct—immediately regretting it after, realising the true meaning behind his words.

“Um–” Jake lets out an awkward chuckle. “Sure, alright.”

The breeze blows, and you realise that you’re wearing something so revealing on an autumn night. You push your hair out of your face and rub your bare shoulders with your hands, in an attempt to warm yourself up. “It’s really cold tonight,” you laugh.

“Oh, yeah,” Jake agrees, swiftly removing his suit jacket and placing it on your shoulder. He stands right in front of you—and you notice, then, how tall he is—and adjusts the placement of his jacket on you. “Is it better now?”

The scent of honey, cinnamon, and freshly baked apple pies mixed with a faint touch of expensive cologne attacks your senses. You pull Jake’s suit jacket closer to your body, attempting to combat the cold winds. “Yep! Thank you so much, Jaeyun.”

“Jake!” you hear Heeseung call from a distance, interrupting something Jake was about to say. Your brother—accompanied by Danielle—quickly approaches the two of you, giving Jake a brief handshake. “Thanks for waiting with Y/N.”

Jake places a hand on his chest before nodding slightly. “Of course. The pleasure’s all mine.”

“Thanks for coming to homecoming with my twin brother, Y/N-ie,” Danielle says, giving you a hug. “We finally get to take pictures together. I’ll send them all to you, okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” you nod, mirroring Danielle’s smile. “I’ll see you later, Dani.”

“See you!” she exclaims before linking arms with Jake. “Come on, my feet hurt from all the dancing.”

Jake rolls his eyes. “Who told you to wear heels?”

Danielle simply gave her twin brother an annoyed look. “Shut up. Beauty is pain.”

“Anyway, we have to go now,” Heeseung recalls.

“Mom will kill me if I don’t get you home before midnight,” he continues, nudging you with his elbow. He opens the car door, signalling for you to get in. “Come on.”

“Bye, Jaeyun, Dani!” you say as you get into the car.

Jake sends you a soft smile along with a nod. “Goodbye, Y/N.”

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“WHAT THE HELL,” YOU BREATHE SHAKILY. You’re now at home, in your room—barely finished with your nighttime after-shower routine when you hear knocks on your window.

Quickly wiping your hair dry with a towel, you rush to your window, the damp towel still in hand. You push the curtains open, only to be greeted with a vision of Sunghoon, leaning against the glass with a grin on his face. Your eyes widen with shock.

“Park Sunghoon!” you exclaim hushedly, immediately opening the window to let him in.

“Thanks,” he grumbles, effortlessly climbing into your room. He lands with a soft thud, and he stands patiently, waiting for you to close the window.

“God, you gave me a heart attack,” you say. “What are you doing here? It’s cold outside, you know? How did you even manage to climb up here?”

“Eat,” he replies, instead of answering your questions. Sunghoon then hands you a plastic bag filled with goodies—and you perfectly know what’s inside.

“What’s this?” you ask nevertheless, grabbing the plastic bag.

Before you could even open the plastic bag, Sunghoon excellently answers, “Pocari Sweat, cream cheese with salmon kimbap and ice cream.”

A wide grin immediately emerges on your face, much to Sunghoon’s satisfaction. “Oh my god!” you exclaim, sitting down on the heated floor. “I’ve been craving this.”

“You always do,” Sunghoon chimes, sitting down across you, leaning against the wall. Unnoticed by you, Sunghoon stays silent as he watches you eat heartily; your facial features highlighted by the warm light of your bedside table.

Something caresses his heart. Some kind of feeling… It makes him feel full and content.

“Switch on the lights, I swear to God,” Sunghoon sighs.

“No,” you shake your head, cheeks filled with kimbap. “My parents are going to think I’m still awake. Plus, this kind of ambiance makes me sleepy.”

“And?” Sunghoon raises a brow, amused. “Do you want to eat while sleeping?”

“No!” you insist, swallowing a big bite of kimbap. “I want to make myself sleepy so that I can sleep as early as possible.”

Sunghoon snorts. “It’s 12 o’clock, Y/N. What kind of ‘early’ are you talking about?”

He laughs cheerfully—still keeping a low volume—as he dodges a pillow from you.

“I mean,” you defend yourself, mouth still full of food. “At least it’s earlier than 5 o’clock.”

Sunghoon rolls his eyes, laughter still lingering around him. “Whatever you say, princess.”

Princess.

A nickname that rolls off Sunghoon’s tongue so easily. It’s an old habit—stemming from an incident that happened when the two of you were kids; where Sunghoon had deliberately called you ‘princess’ just to annoy you, knowing that you wanted to be a dragon warrior when you grew up, not a princess.

Though, the same nickname used by Sunghoon for years to no end still gives you plenty of butterflies and heart-fluttering moments. By logic, you should’ve gotten used to it by now, considering the absurd amount of times he called you by that.

The two of you sit facing each other, faces lit by the dim light of your mushroom shaped lamp. The both of you sit in pure silence, the sounds of breathing and occasional satisfactory moaning coming from you due to the food filling the atmosphere.

Sunghoon looks at you attentively—the way you melt into every bite of food that you enjoy; the way that you sit cross-legged in front of him, vulnerable and authentic. It’s just you and him—the pure and bare you; your face naked with no makeup on, your shoulder-length hair let loose, the bangs framing your face perfectly as it should.

“Goodness, I’m so tired,” you groan, laying down on the floor with an almost finished ice cream in your hand.

Sunghoon scoffs, adjusting his lean against the wall. “You’re going to choke on that ice cream.”

You throw him a glare. “Shut up.”

“So, Y/N,” Sunghoon says after a moment of unbroken eye contact, caused by him intently watching you try to eat ice cream while laying down. “How was it?”

You immediately sit down. “Hoco?”

Sunghoon nods. “Yeah. Was it fun, with Jake?”

“It was okay. I unexpectedly enjoyed it more than I wanted to,” you reply, finishing your ice cream. “I do think I prefer night-ins to binge watch dramas or movies—like To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before, or Emily In Paris—don’t you think?”

Sunghoon smiles briefly. He nods, “movies are more of your thing, I think.”

“Anyway, I’m glad I went,” you continue, “I’m in my senior year—we’re in our senior year, and we won’t get to experience something like this anymore.”

Sunghoon sighs as he shrugs. “Homecoming’s not my thing. I thought… I thought it wasn’t yours either.”

You look at him, staring at his features a minute longer. “I-I mean, it still isn’t. I just went because Danielle and Naeun insisted I go.”

“And because Jake did too?”

“Oh, um,” you stammer, “not really. I-I mean, I’ve been shrugging him off for a while now. I even rejected him for prom last year, remember?”

You swear you saw Sunghoon smirk for a split second. He runs a hand through his hair. “I’m surprised someone even asked you out.”

“Why?” you roll your eyes. “You think I’m not pretty enough?”

“You are.”

“What–”

“You’re too pretty, people are afraid to ask you out.”

Silence.

You stare at Sunghoon, your childhood best friend, with widened eyes. He looks back at you, firmly connecting the eye contact with some kind of determination and genuineness you’ve never quite seen before.

It took a while for you to finally form a response.

“Oh. Um..”

Sunghoon stands up. “Well, then, sleep well. I have to go now.”

“S-so soon?” you blurt out, flabbergasted.

Sunghoon smiles softly. “I have practice tomorrow. Come watch.”

“Of course, I always do,” you nod eagerly. You didn’t know when it all started, but for as long as you remember, Sunghoon and you had always been each other’s biggest supporters. You never really missed any of his hockey matches and most of his practices; and he never truly missed any of your music recitals too.

Your cheeks blush at the thought, and all you could do is gawk at Sunghoon as he ruffles your hair.

“See you later, princess,” he says, pushing your window open. “Sweet dreams.”

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To: [email protected] From: sincerely/[email protected]

Hoon!

I’m so excited! A four-day school trip is really what I needed—just spending time with friends with no worry of anything at all… it must be fun. I hope it’s going to be just like how it is in the dramas; where all we do is play games, maybe sort out treasure hunts and eat delicious food all day. I heard the fee’s going to be quite a lot, so I really do hope the activities are worth attending for.

Also, I think I need to restock on sunscreen and some other stuff. I want to ask Heeseung to take me to Olive Young, but if I’m not mistaken he has a resume to work on and my mom’s not letting him go out until he gets that done.

So…

Okay, I’ll just text you if you want to go. Hope you do, and hope you won’t think it’s weird or anything!

Sent 11:09 AM, 8th September.

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cinaerii · 5 months ago

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MR. TELEPHONE MAN — sim jy. x fem!reader

✧ syn : in which, your boyfriend jake calls you late at night, but you don’t answer. he then jumps to multiple conclusions.

✧ cws : a few kisses, mild profanities. typos & grammatical errors.

on your line though, a last minute notice about the power outage shutting down for a while as they try to figure the problems about the electricity that were issued by many residents.

you panicked as you checked your battery percentage on your phone going lower, it was supposedly the time to be calling jake and telling him about your day and random miscellaneous events.

as soon as jake finished showering and drying his hair to avoid making puddles on the floor, he immediately jumped on his bed and scrolled through his contacts to find yours, clicking the call button.

now it’s unusual for him that you’re not picking his call up right away. he thinks that maybe you’re just dealing with something right now, so he waited patiently for your reply.

but it’s already been 10 minutes since he started calling. jake starts to fidget with his phone, spinning it around as he continues to wait for your callback. his patience was worning out each passing minute.

‘what if she’s not home yet?’

‘what if she’s calling someone else?’

‘what if she got into an accident?’

“nooo, jake don’t think that. get yourself together.” he finished, his eyes glowering at his phone. before he could make a decision to find out what you were up to, another what if statement appeared in his mind.

‘what if she’s ignoring me, playing games without me, watching or listening to music without me?’

by now, he didn’t know why he was suddenly outside of his apartment building and heading towards yours which was only a few blocks away. his walk wasn’t exactly normal, he was practically stomping slightly.

it’s rare to spot a sulky sim jaeyun.

your house was dark, all of the lights were off so what kept you from being able to see a bit was your lit candle that you were able to find. leading your phone to finally die because of using the flashlight feature for too long.

you were constantly cautious for anything that might happen without you knowing. whilst you were wearing a cardigan, there was little to no warmth you could feel, the goosebumps crawling on your skin quickly.

an abrupt knock interrupted your tense figure from negative thoughts coming into your mind. not just a knock, multiple knocks in a pattern to which you recognized as your boyfriend.

you ran to your front door, the prettiest man standing right infront of you. “jake? what the hell are you doing here?” you opened the door wide enough for him to come inside.

“a power outage?” he ignored your question, as he looked around your apartment, being only lit by a single candle.

“so you weren’t doing anything without me?” he added.

“sim jaeyun.” you snapped, wanting an explanation from his unexpected visit.

“sorry, love. i just thought something happened, so i got worried and.. yeah.” he confessed with a hint of guilt.

you reluctantly nodded at him but asked again, “and?” he tilted his head low, mumbling things that you could not hear.

as much as you wanted him to speak louder, you decide not to request him to repeat what he said. instead you took a step closer towards him, closing the gap between the two of you.

“you can do better than that.” you commented on the volume of his voice which was quieter than his usual normal tone.

taking a deep breath, “i was looking forward to our call the whole day, it was all i could think about. and then you didn’t answer right away like you usually do, so even if a few minutes have passed, i was already getting impatient—��

he blabbered on until he was cut off by a pair of lips over his for a second. he blinked once, twice, and thrice. you let out a chuckle when you saw his face being shock over a single peck on the lips.

though that didn’t last long, jake made sure that you would be the one who was shocked now. “are you calling that a kiss?” there’s your boyfriend back into his senses.

the apartment was dimmed, but the two were igniting their own lights in the room, beating the small candle that was put on the kitchen counter.

— end. thank you for reading!

written by; @cinaerri ⋆ do not steal, plagiarize, or translate my work.

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gorae · 6 months ago

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feeling better now?

pairing — sim jaeyun x gn!reader

tags — fluff, reader has a nephew and they are babysitting him together, jake gets jealous over a toddler, established relationship, a lot of kissing!, 1.1k words, unedited

“do you think he’s trying to say my name?” jake asks.

you shrug. “i’m not sure.” an amused smile forms on your lips as you watch the toddler try to climb up your lap.

the toddler, leo, is your cousin’s son, whom you’ve been entrusted by your cousin to babysit. the one-year-old has been incoherently babbling non-stop for the last few minutes, while jake, your beloved boyfriend, has been trying to decipher his words as he does so. “are you saying jake, leo? can you say jake?” you ask sweetly.

leo looks up at you when he realizes the question is directed at him. his big, brown, doe eyes bore into yours as a beat of silence passes. then he blinks once and continues on prattling.

jake frowns at him. “how about y/n? can you say y/n?” he prompts.

“y/n!” leo exclaims, throwing his chubby arms up and grinning wildly. you and jake panic for a moment when he stumbles, your arms getting thrown out in all directions to block his fall. leo only giggles when you barely catch him before he falls backward, while you and jake both simultaneously let out a relieved sigh.

while adorning a smile that puts his dimples on display, leo blinks up at you innocently. your heart melts at the sight, and with a single swoop, you bring leo into your arms and trap him in a hug. “gotcha!” you exclaim, which prompts him to giggle wildly.

the doorbell rings, “i’ll get it,” jake announces before rushing to open the door.

leo grabs onto your clothes as he makes an attempt to stand on his own. “that’s probably your mama, leo! you wanna see mama?” you ask, still keeping your hands near him in case he stumbles again.

his eyes sparkle excitedly. “mama!”

you smile at him and take that as your cue to pick him up and follow jake to the door. reaching the doorway, you see jake opening the door to reveal your cousin. “leo!” she grins, waving at her son.

leo mirrors her, grinning as he makes grabby arms at her. you make haste to pass him to your cousin, who immediately takes him in his arms. “i missed you, angel.”

you stand beside jake, letting him rest his hand on your waist as both of you watch leo nuzzle his small face into his mother’s neck. “thanks for watching him, you two,” says your cousin, returning her attention back to you and jake.

“it’s no big deal. we loved having him here. right, jake?”

jake nods, his hair bouncing as he does.

“we better go and get you,” your cousin pokes leo’s belly, evoking a laugh from him, “home now. you wanna kiss them goodbye, leo?”

without a verbal answer, leo leans forward clumsily, and you push jake a little to signal for him to lean down. jake grins when his tiny lips successfully land on one of his cheeks, muttering a quick “bye, leo” when the toddler pulls away.

leo doesn’t wait for a second longer before he starts leaning toward your direction, so you quickly steer your own head to make it easier for him. you’re unable to hold back a smile when leo successfully kisses your cheek, warming your heart in effect. you return the favor, kissing him on his cheek. leo shrieks happily, arms reaching up to touch his face. you laugh softly at his reaction.

“alright. thanks again, you two.” your cousin smiles. leo parrots his mom, waving his arm around in an attempt to wave goodbye. there is another round of goodbyes that ensued before they finally get in their car.

as you close the front door behind you, you notice jake’s unusually quiet disposition. you glance at him, only to spot a slight pout in his lips. “jake,” you call out. “what’s wrong?”

“huh?” he faces you. “nothing.”

“you’re quiet. something’s wrong.”

“nothing’s wrong.”

the moment you get near him, he lets you wrap your hands around his forearms. you search his face for any clues but he doesn’t let up. his plump lips are pursed while his dark brown eyes continue to waver and wander everywhere else but you. “come on, tell me.”

he finally lets his eyes meet yours. “promise me you won’t laugh.”

you free a hand to reach up and brush away the hair that was partly covering his eyes. “i promise.”

jake purses his lips again. “you’ve been giving him more attention than me.”

you cock your head to the side. “who?”

“leo.”

once you hear your nephew’s name tumble out of jake’s pouty lips, you laugh. however, when the corner of your boyfriend’s lips start to tug into a frown, you’re quick choke it back and fake a few coughs in an attempt to cover it up.

“you said you wouldn’t laugh!” jake whines. he squirms and tries to move away from you but your tender hands keep him in his place.

“you got jealous over a toddler?”

jake hates how you’re grinning mockingly. he wishes he could take his words back. but it’s true. you’ve been spending most of the day looking after leo, and had barely batted an eye about him. “i know it’s stupid-”

“it’s not stupid.” you grin, hands traveling up and down his forearms in an attempt to soothe his grumpiness. “it’s cute.”

jake huffs. clearly your attempt did not work. “stop lying. you’re holding back a laugh right now.”

you are still grinning. now you’re grinning at the sight of jake’s ears turning red. “because it’s cute,” you say, in a-matter-of-fact way. “you’re cute.”

his bottom lip was about to jut out when you lean in to quickly peck his lips. it’s astounding — how after all this time of dating him, you still manage to catch jake off-guard.

as you pull away, jake catches you smiling amusedly. he is immediately brought back to his feelings of childish envy towards his girlfriend’s nephew. “again,” he demands, with the pout back on his lips.

you shake your head, chuckling before you bring him in for another kiss.

and then another.

and then another one for good measure.

but to jake’s dismay, the kisses stop.

“feeling better now?” you tease.

he hums, dazed eyes still trained on your lips. “one more.”

his resolute answer and the finality of his tone, and of course, along with the undeniable attractive force between your lips, causes you to crash your lips into his again. this time, it was far from fleeting. jake has his hands firmly on your lips while yours are tousling the back of his hair. your lips move together in a slow rhythm, one that makes it harder for you to pull away. and when you do, you’re breathless.

“definitely better now.”

you laugh, both at his words and at the sight of his swollen lips. and then you kiss him again.

“okay,” jake says, in between kisses, “be honest now, it was stupid wasn’t it?”

“maybe a little.”

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snoopcco · 7 months ago

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. ✉️ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָon melancholy hill. 花朵

想象 life as cupid couldn’t be more underwhelming and boring, because, even if you are a matchmaker, (or THE matchmaker) you can’t bring anyone to love you. but then jake is ready to love you for eternity.. 想象 reader thinks she’s a tad bit ugly. however, jake changes that. ( jake is obsessed with reader lolz! )

You were always the odd one out.

You never went out, you never hung out with your friends, you never goofed around at night. you never had time for anything!

People thought you just hated socializing, or maybe you didn’t like other people in general, they assumed you just liked being alone…

or you were just some loner who couldn’t gain a single friend so she copes by not hanging out with anyone.

And that was way off. In fact, you loved living. But were you someone who had time to live? No. You weren’t.

Because you were the one and only Roman God of love, lonely hearts expert, Cherub, you were CUPID. you put people together and made them fall in love, you were the reason people believe and didn’t believe in love.

maybe their relationship didn’t work out, but maybe it did. but your being on earth was why people could be with someone else, love someone destined to them.

But that’s what made you feel pathetic, you put two people together for them to have a soulmate for life, but whose arms could you creep into so you can cry and weep in their warm embrace? no one. because it was apart of the contract,

‘No use of corruption over your love bow. If you break this rule, you are erased from the face of EARTH, or, someone else can take the blame and receive the punishment instead.’ Fuck. It’s that serious? that was your exact thought, you have to live a life without a someone? a partner?

School was worse. Boys didn’t like you, girls thought you were a loser. Life when you didn’t have that love bow was a different type of sadness.

So you found yourself in the janitors room. Curled into a ball with your knees to your face, a flood of tears when down on her cheeks like there was no tomorrow. She felt so alone, so helpless. Hiccups and sniffles filled the room; she didn’t give a single care in the world if she was late.

She thought to herself, she was just ugly. It wasn’t because of the contract, instead, it was because no one was actually attracted to her. It made her violently sob like a baby, she just wanted someone’s arm around her soul, someone who can hold her until she felt safe.

“Hello? Excuse me pretty miss.. are you okay?”

You opened your salty eyes and met eyes with a guy whose australian accent was so strong and raspy, almost as attractive as how the guy was already. However, you realized, pretty miss?

“oh I’m fine.. I’m sorry, I’m gonna be late to class.” she tried getting up from her position, but it seemed like the guy didn’t want her to go. “it’s dismissal, you don’t need to hide your beautiful face,”

“You know me but, it’s Jake. Sim Jaehyun. I noticed you were crying, I wanted to see if you were okay. Are you okay? If no one asked you yet.” She felt embarrassed, “Thank you, Jake. But I need to go, I’m sorry, please don’t waste your time on me—”

“I didn’t want to tell you but, I’m not wasting time on you. It feels like I’m wasting time if I’m just gonna stand there so oblivious, I’m sorry. but you’re gorgeous, I love the way you look..

…I was your classmate since grade 6 but you just never noticed me because whenever I talked to you, you thought I was a mere joke.”

“I’m not gorgeous, Jake, and I always avoided you because I thought it was always the popular girls playing tricks on me.”

“God! You take my breath away! If you’re not gorgeous, Hell; you’re perfect!” Jake cried out, trying to bring her to realization. “You’re so sweet and kind, I don’t know why no one wants to approach you! That’s why I fell inlove with you!”

Jake, held her face so gently and she felt his warm hands on her own bones. “I might not be cupid, but I think someone as pretty as you.. would be a perfect match with someone who adores you so much. And that’s me.”

“but Jake. I’m cupid. And if I date you, I’ll be gone forever. Unless; you will be gone forever.”

“So what? If I feel your arms around me once I would be alright with not existing anymore, I just want to be yours.”

Yeah, jake wasn’t cupid. But she was, and when jake knew what were the consequences, he was seriously ready to take the blame. He would be ready to be erased off the face of earth if that meant he could be interlinked with her.

@ jwnstars !! cupid is here :^

OK. I hope that touched you guys like it did to me, this was so sentimental and precious to me. (Sorry. I just love this) the last part was my fav part writing because OMLLL ??? Jake would literally give up his life for his gf / s/o so that they could live theirs, so fricking cute !!! :’)))

He would give up his everything to be with them forever. Fuck. I might cry. ( @all4aoki witnessed me making this :3 )

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sunshyni · 29 days ago

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vampiro da guarda | Jake

Jake × Fem!Reader | fluff | primeiro textinho de halloween (não que eu ache que haverão outros KKKK) | wc: 2k

sinopse: se apaixonar romanticamente por um gatinho, no sentido literal, definitivamente não estava nos seus planos.

notinha da Sun: tô viciada em “Brought The Heat Back”, então decidi escrever alguma coisa inspirada nessa música 😁 Eu sei que vocês gostam de uma coisa mais picante uh la la, masss essa aqui é extremamente bobinha e fofa. Talvez eu faça uma pt.2 porque deixei alguns pontos abertos, mas é só talvez mesmo!! KKKKK Espero que vocês gostem!!

boa leitura, docinhos!! 🦇

Você tinha se mudado para aquela cidadezinha remota não fazia nem três semanas, mas coisas estranhas estavam acontecendo. Sentia-se como se estivesse dentro da sua série favorita, “Teen Wolf”, só que sem a parte do ensino médio. A questão é que você trabalhava numa clínica veterinária, exercendo seu técnico em auxiliar de veterinária. Tanto você quanto Jungwon, seu melhor amigo, eram novos na região. Ele fazia o tipo medroso; você era curiosa demais. Talvez morresse primeiro se estivesse em um filme de terror, como o resultado daquele quiz que vocês fizeram dois dias atrás, mas, pelo menos, morreria com a curiosidade saciada.

— A gente tem que sair daqui o mais rápido possível, me escuta — ele disse, enquanto mastigava uma Fini daquelas azedinhas. Você tomou um gole do seu café tradicional e revirou os olhos.

— Jungwon, a gente tá há sei lá quanto tempo procurando emprego na área. Ninguém aceita dois jovens de 20 anos sem experiência — aquilo era verdade. Jungwon suspirou, batendo os pés tal qual uma criança mimada que precisa mesmo de uma coleção daqueles bonequinhos de ratinhos.

— Talvez a gente já saiba porque eles decidiram contratar dois jovens bobinhos — ele te olhou, e você roubou uma cobrinha repleta de açúcar azedo da embalagem dele. — Não consigo entender a morte daquele cão.

Todo o sangue drenado, não tinha nada. O cão estava oco. Nem sabiam direito em que horário ele havia falecido. Aquilo não saía da sua cabeça, e muito menos da de Jungwon, principalmente da de Jungwon aparentemente. Não podia negar que a cidade tinha uma atmosfera esquisita: anoitecia depressa, quase não tinha comércio, e o bar local era a única diversão que os habitantes tinham. No entanto, ele parecia sempre deserto, como se as pessoas se resguardassem com medo de algo maior, algo sobrenatural, quem sabe? Lobisomens ou...

— Para com essa história maluca de vampiros, Jungwon — você disse para o seu amigo, cutucando-o nas costelas e fazendo-o reagir imediatamente com um pulo do banco. Sempre fora extremamente sensível para cócegas. — Desse jeito você vai ficar maluco.

— Depois não me diz que eu não te avisei. Preciso de mais glicose, vou ver se eles têm aquele pirulito com pozinho.

Você assentiu, observando-o caminhar até um mercadinho pequeno do outro lado da rua. Estavam no centro da cidade, onde a quantidade mínima de estabelecimentos se reunia, como se aquele fosse o shopping local.

— Ah, achei que você não tinha comprado o seu — Niki, um dos clientes frequentes da clínica, apareceu de repente ao seu lado, segurando dois copos fumegantes de chocolate quente. Você ergueu seu copo já frio de café, dizendo: — Esse aqui já acabou mesmo.

Ele sorriu, sentando-se ao seu lado, no mesmo lugar onde seu amigo estava segundos atrás. Percebeu que Niki estava de olho em você desde a primeira vez que se encontraram na clínica e não achou aquilo ruim. Embora Jungwon sempre fizesse questão de não te deixar sozinha com o garoto em questão, dizia que Niki poderia ser um serial killer, um maluco disfarçado naquela cidade de malucos também. Mas você sempre ignorava suas palavras com um gesto de abano.

— Tá afim de sair esse final de semana? Pra um encontro? — você corou com a pergunta súbita, ficando meio sem palavras. Era sim ou não, mas, mesmo assim, parecia que suas cordas vocais não queriam fazer o trabalho delas. Você se remexeu no banco, olhou para ele, e, no momento em que iria responder com um “sim” não muito confiante e duvidoso, escutou o miado manhoso demais de um gato.

Olhou para o chão, para o seu lado, e sentiu quando o gato passou pelas suas pernas, se esfregando e ronronando em uma delas. Niki te chamou de novo e colocou uma mão sobre a sua, parecendo um tanto quanto afobado, querendo sua resposta logo e sem se importar muito com o novo amigo no chão.

— Ah... Sim? Como aqui não tem... — o gato continuou te circulando e até arranhou sua calça jeans de boca larga. Você se perdia no raciocínio toda vez que acompanhava a baderna que o gato fazia pela sua atenção. — Nenhum lugar minimamente interessante, posso te mostrar meus dotes culinários em casa.

Niki sorriu, sorriu muito, um sorriso completo que moldou seus lábios perfeitamente. Você deu um sorriso meio sem graça e finalmente segurou o gatinho, cujos pelos eram tão pretos que chegavam a brilhar, a cintilar. Os olhos amarelos sinceramente te hipnotizaram demais.

— Acho que ele tá com sede. Já volto. — Niki olhou para o gato com certo desdém, se você realmente fosse boa em linguagem corporal teria percebido isso, e assentiu mudo. O sorriso já não existia nos lábios dele, exibindo uma expressão neutra enquanto te observava atravessar a rua com o gatinho em mãos até o mercadinho, onde Jungwon estava. Encontrou-o com uma grande cesta de doces de embalagens coloridas, enquanto tinha a última Fini na boca.

— Voxê não vai acreditar — ele disse sem olhar para você. Quando o fez, arregalou os olhos para a criatura no seu colo, como se o gato fosse um gato-polvo com vários tentáculos te engolindo. — Ai, meu Deus. Você tava escondido aqui esse tempo todo?

— Quê? Que que você tá falando? — você questionou, e Jungwon sorriu ao terminar de mastigar o doce entre os dentes, te acompanhando até o caixa. Você passou a garrafinha de água, enquanto ele colocou na pequena esteira os mil e um doces que escolhera.

— Onde você encontrou esse gato? — seu melhor amigo questionou, e você deu de ombros enquanto acariciava o pelo do gatinho fofo.

— Quero levar ele pra casa.

— Você quer levar todo animal pra casa, ô metida a Luisa Mell — você mostrou a língua para ele, enquanto ele pagava pelas compras e se despedia da caixa com um sorrisinho.

— Tô pensando num nome... Sombrio, talvez? — você questionou enquanto andavam na calçada. Ele destacou outra embalagem de doces e colocou uma gelatina em formato de chapéu de bruxa na sua boca.

— Pra uma pessoa sem criatividade que nem você, é uma boa — ele disse, e você revirou os olhos.

Com o passar do tempo, você descobriu que Sombrio era o gato mais manhoso e doce que já conhecera. Ele queria te seguir para todo lugar, incluindo seu trabalho. No entanto, as últimas noites tinham sido estranhas: você acordava no meio da noite, quente, com a estranha sensação de um homem misterioso compartilhando a cama com você. Mas, quando olhava ao lado da cama de casal, encontrava Sombrio dormindo pacientemente. Era esquisito como sentia a pressão de mãos estranhas, que logo se tornaram familiares. Elas tocavam sua cintura, pousavam na sua barriga, e você podia até sentir uma fragrância diferente. No entanto, sempre que abria os olhos, assustada, não encontrava nada.

— O que eu te disse sobre o Niki?

— Sombrio não para de me morder, parece um pernilongozinho, sempre arrancando sangue de mim. — Você posicionou o celular na mesinha de centro, ficando de lado para Jungwon, do outro lado da ligação de vídeo, enquanto acariciava os pelos de Sombrio. Ele dormia tranquilo sobre sua barriga, mas, com a pequena menção de seu nome, levantou a cabeça para te olhar com aqueles belos olhos amarelos.

— Tá me escutando?

— Você me falou pra ficar longe, que ele poderia me matar e esconder meu corpo no quintal dele. Mas e daí? Faz muito tempo desde a última vez que um cara se interessou por mim. — Você beijou os pelos do gatinho, acomodando-se melhor no sofá. — Tô com uma torta no forno, e daqui a uma hora ele já deve aparecer.

— Meu número é o seu número de emergência, né? — Você bufou, mas assentiu para a câmera. — Promete que vai deixar o celu...

Você se inclinou para clicar na bolinha vermelha e desligar a ligação de vídeo. Depois, olhou para Sombrio.

— Eu sei, ele fala demais.

Seus olhos começaram a pesar com o entardecer que entrava em raios de luz alaranjada pela cortina da sua janela. Em pouco tempo, você estava dormindo. Só não esperava começar a tossir desesperadamente pouco depois. Quando olhou para a cozinha aberta, soltou um gritinho: tudo estava em brasas. Como uma torta poderia ter causado aquilo tão rápido? Seus dedos trêmulos pegaram o celular para ligar para os bombeiros, mas... Onde estava Sombrio?

— Vai ficar aí esperando o fogo te alcançar?

De fato, as chamas começavam a se alastrar pela sala, e o cheiro de queimado te deixava desconfortável. Mas o mais importante: como aquele cara desconhecido havia entrado na sua casa? E onde diabos estava Sombrio?

— Acho que eu prefiro morrer carbonizada do que nas mãos de uma pessoa desconhecida que tá literalmente dentro da minha casa. — Você deu alguns passos para trás. No entanto, se recuasse mais um pouco, entraria no foco do incêndio, e o teto poderia desabar na sua cabeça. Então, você parou, analisando bem as opções. Correr seria inútil: nunca foi muito forte fisicamente.

— Assim você me magoa. — Ele fez um beicinho e avançou até você num piscar de olhos, literalmente se teletransportando para pegar sua mão e te puxar para fora. Depois disso, tudo virou uma sucessão de eventos confusos.

Niki não apareceu naquela noite, mas Jungwon chegou minutos depois dos bombeiros. Ele te abraçou apertado e te conduziu até a garagem da sua casa, quando o incêndio foi controlado. Entrar na casa, no entanto, era impossível por causa do cheiro de queimado.

Você se sentou no sofá antigo que ainda estava na garagem. O outro sofá, o vermelho que você tanto gostava, provavelmente já tinha sido consumido pelo fogo. Por sorte, o andar superior e a garagem não foram atingidos, mas seus problemas respiratórios te impediram de ficar lá por muito tempo.

— Eu não tenho muita certeza de que uma torta causaria todo esse rebuliço — você comentou para Jungwon, que te olhou com uma expressão suspeita. — Tá, fala logo o que você quer dizer.

— Acho que você precisa saber que...

— Por que deixou ela me chamar de Sombrio esse tempo todo, hein? Não que eu esteja reclamando, foi fofo.

Você tampou a boca com as mãos ao ver o mesmo homem de antes aparecer diante de você. Queria gritar, mas Jungwon te impediu, ajoelhando-se na sua frente. Você, devagar, se sentou no sofá, ainda em choque.

— O Sombrio, na verdade, é o Jake. Ele é um vampiro.

— Híbrido, na verdade. O Jungwon é o seu vampiro da guarda, mas ele quase te entregou de bandeja pro Niki. — Jake afastou Jungwon de perto de você e colocou suas pernas no sofá, fazendo você se deitar. Em seguida, ele cobriu seu corpo com uma manta fina que, de alguma forma, estava ali naquele cômodo.

Você permaneceu estática, absorvendo cada detalhe daquele homem impecável. Era difícil acreditar, mas os olhos de Jake eram idênticos aos de Sombrio. Eles hipnotizavam, te atraíam de uma forma que você nunca pensou ser possível.

— Vampiro da guarda? — você perguntou, confusa.

Jake se ajoelhou ao seu lado, como Jungwon fizera antes de ser expulso. Aliás, Jungwon já tinha desaparecido do local — fazia sentido, sendo vampiro. Mas por que ele gastara tanto tempo com você nas idas de ônibus para a faculdade?

— É, às vezes os anjos se cansam disso. Vocês humanos são muito imprudentes, então a tarefa fica para as aberrações do inferno — vulgo vampiros. — Jake acariciou seus cabelos e suas bochechas, e você estremeceu. Conhecia aquelas mãos. Agora estava dando um rosto àquelas carícias: era ele quem te tocava de madrugada, te aninhava e te abraçava apertado. Não era algo que sua mente carente tinha inventado.

— Então foi você...

— Desculpa, você vive me acariciando, queria retribuir de alguma forma, mas não podia me revelar naquele momento. Eu nem deveria estar fazendo isso.

Seus olhos se prenderam aos dele, e você sentiu suas mãos formigarem, querendo tocá-lo.

— Mas a assembleia dos vampiros já tá puta comigo há um bom tempo.

— Sombrio...

— É Jake. Mas não me importo se você quiser...

Você o beijou, de verdade. Jake subiu sobre você, fazendo você envolver suas pernas em volta dele. Ele tocou suas bochechas e esfregou os narizes de vocês antes de se afastarem.

— Já tava começando a achar esquisito me sentir atraída por um gato.

Jake sorriu, os cabelos ligeiramente bagunçados e os caninos mais pontudos, como um vampiro deve ter. Você deveria estar aterrorizada, mas se sentia tranquila. Afinal, tinha dois vampiros da guarda.

— O Jungwon tava certo. O Niki queria te matar. Ele é um dos nossos, mas do grupinho dos rebeldes.

Você assentiu, e Jake se deitou apertado ao seu lado, te abraçando para dar mais espaço.

— Mas ele tava começando a ter sentimentos por você, o que é pior ainda.

Jake te beijou outra vez, esfregando o nariz no seu e lambendo sua bochecha de brincadeira, como fazia na forma de gato.

— E o que você fez pra impedir isso?

— Esquentei um pouco as coisas.

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k-rising · 1 year ago

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Jake's ideal type

What he looks in a relationship

a long-lasting relationship

passion

loyalty

jake wants a relationship where he can grow

mental stimulation

he wants to have a deep connection with his partner

wants to have some freedom and individuality outside of the relationship

this man seeks for someone who can be not only his lover, but also his best friend

Personality

down-to-earth

a hard worker

mature

loyal

passionate

smart

rebellious

someone who can be difficult to get to know that easily

a person who can seem cold at first, but is actually very protective of their loved ones

I also think that he will like some jealousy here and there

creative

open-minded

friendly

curious

Appearance

dark hair and/or eyes

foxy eyes

dark clothes

someone who has a magnetic and powerful aura

intense stare

jake likes someone who has a mysterious/intimidating presence

someone who’s very sexy/sensual

a person who has kinda like a resting bitch face maybe

someone who may like using turtle necks and a lot ot eyeliner

Date ideas

jake likes spending time with his lover on private

he wants to spend quality time with his partner and open up about their deepest secrets and concerns

this boy likes going to places that aren’t as known

going to a quiet cafe

doing something indoors on a rainy day

communication is key here as well

jake may also like going to eccentric places like a modern art museum or a wax museum

he also appreciates taking a walk in nature or doing outdoor activities together

taking a spontaneous road trip to a location that he hasn’t visited yet is also an option

going fishing together is also a lovely option, since he likes doing that!

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾　𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔! 　☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

#jake sim #sim jaeyoon #sim jaeyun #enhypen #enhypen imagines #jake imagines #enhypen fluff #jake fluff #jake ideal type #enhypen ideal type #enhypen astrology #jake sim astrology

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synthetickitsune · 4 months ago

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Requestssss? Can I have 24 and 40 in fluff for SF9 Jaeyoon pleaseeee

I miss my smol bean

smol bean is indeed very missed </3

Jaeyoon (SF9) | Sharing drama together + “Your heart is beating so fast right now.” fluff | 0.8k | gn!reader

One moment the room is bright with the morning sun, and in the next the brightness is dulled and remains only as a soft glow. You blink a couple times before Jaeyoon’s eyes find yours again. You take a dramatic breath.

“But when I told you I wanted five more minutes, it was a no,” you complain, slightly irritated in the early hours of the morning. Honestly there was no reason why you shouldn’t sleep in on the weekend if you were still tired. He was free today too. Unlike you, though, he already managed to work out. Good for him. It would be horrible for you and your mood.

And now that you finally found the will to get up he just hops into bed and pulls the covers over both of you? Unbelievable.

“I don’t want to sleep,” he grins at you. Effortlessly he pulls you closer to him before you can escape. He smells nice, fresh out of the shower, and suddenly getting up doesn’t sound like a wise idea at all.

“Then?” You grumble (you need to stand your ground on the fact that you should be allowed to stay in bed the whole day today if you so wished).

“I have,” he lowers his voice and pauses to raise the tension, “The tea.”

You quirk a brow at him and he gives you a look that conveys very well that he hopes he used the phrase correctly. You want to interrogate him about where he even learned to use the phrase but the prospect of juicy gossip is more interesting.

“Let’s hear it then,” you say, much less irritated.

“Kiss me first,” he chuckles. You roll your eyes, but kissing your boyfriend in the morning is always nice. It’s addictive. One kiss is never enough.

“Your heart is beating so fast right now,” he chuckles. You didn’t even notice the lack of space between your bodies. You just smile and lay your head on his arm.

“I’m still waiting for the tea,” you remind him. It’s too early to be ashamed. Jaeyoon doesn’t really mind either way, happy enough to have your attention entirely on him and hold you in his arms. No matter how sore his muscles are.

So he spills, telling you all about the new development between the soon-to-be couple at the gym he started noticing recently. First the two were just looking at each other when the other wasn’t looking, then when the other was looking. Slowly they started working out next to each other, then spotting each other and sharing tips. Sharing snacks. And today - exchanging numbers. Jaeyoon just so happened to be there when the guy reached into his pocket before heading into the shower and to his surprise found a tissue with a number scribbled on it.

You listen to him with a wide smile. You’ve never seen the people yourself, but maybe that makes it more fairytale-like and you like it that way. You kick your feet as the story continues - that wasn’t even the end. The two met at the exit again by chance and right then and there they set up their first date.

“I must’ve looked like a creep, there’s only so many ways you can make yourself look busy in front of a gym exit,” Jaeyoon laments, but he’s smiling, “It was worth it though.”

“Guess we won’t have much more updates now though. Unless they start wearing wedding rings to the gym,” you laugh and bite your lip. You really hope it’s going to work out for them. Just like it’s working out for you and your lover so far. His cheeks heat up, he looks just as giddy as you. It’s always like this whenever a wedding is mentioned. Whenever he thinks of your future, getting closer each day.

“Your heart is still beating really fast,” he grins at you and pushes against your chest teasingly.

“Yeah? And yours isn’t?” you try to move your hand to do the same to him but before you can, he pulls away as far as the blanket covering you allows.

“Getting cold feet before even proposing?” you tease, watching the conflicting emotions flicker across his face. It’s still early in the morning. Too soon to be anything but honest in the safety of your sheets.

So he pulls you close again, hugging you against his chest so you can hear exactly how fast his heart is racing. You smile to yourself. So hopeless.

“I could propose to you right now but I want it to be perfect,” his voice barely heard over the sudden breeze blowing past the windows.

“If it’s you, it’s always going to be perfect,” you hum back. Maybe you’re a little hopeless too.

#sf9 reactions #sf9 scenarios #sf9 imagines #sf9 x reader #jaeyoon x reader #lee jaeyoon x reader #sf9 fluff #jaeyoon fluff #drabble #fluff #requested

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coqhee · 2 months ago

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𝑨LWAYS BE MY MAYBE : #001 there’s no way…

s. reconnecting with old friends should usually be fun, but when your childhood best friend comes back into town after 7 years apart, all you can feel is awkward tension. or is that tension because of the open-ended confession from 7 years ago? will you rekindle the unaddressed romantic tension between you, or will it drive you insane until you can’t think anymore?

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the atmosphere was calming in a way. lively yet it put a sense of ease to the mind. whoever designed the place clearly put a lot of thought.

jake was a cafe connoisseur and had a plentiful experience upon many cafes but there was a sense of familiarity to this one. it felt like home.

“could you pass this to the cute waiter over there?” jake nervously asked, handing a ripped piece of paper to the waiter who had come to collect the check.

“you mean yn? the owner?”

he blinked a few, mouth agape. yn, his (ex ?) childhood best friend of 13 years now owned a whole ass cafe? likely story.

“y-yeah her, mmmhm” he nodded slowly taking in the revelation. i mean, it made sense, it was always her dream to own a restaurant or cafe. she always said shed open it and there’d always be a spot for him to work, but he wasnt so sure about that spot now.

“okay..” the waiter looked up and down at jake’s unsure demeanor.

“sorry, hes like a fan or something hes been dying to see her,” heeseung laughed nudging at jakes shoulder. “ill leave you to clean up though, sorry for being a hassle,” he continued, starting to get up from his seat.

“right.. okay,” the waiter faked a smile and left curtly, picking up the last of silverware.

“you made it ten times more embarrassing than it needed to be,” jake winced recalling the memory from just seconds ago soon after they had left the establishment.

“youre the one who already made it embarrassing to begin with,” heeseung rolled his eyes, opening the car door.

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babysubinnie · 4 months ago

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it's always you pt.3 // yang jungwon

🥚 pairing :: yang jungwon x reader 🥚 genre :: angst, emotional (as fuck i’m so sorry) 🥚 summary :: falling in love with someone that you can never confess to is the worst thing to experience, but watching him fall in love with someone else is much worse.

part one and two here! a/n: i'm back! it's my comeback also,, it's been a while so bare with me, i'm slowly coming back but i might disappear again at some point. i wrote a pt.3 because i needed it. (this gif was the only one i could find that i liked) i'm only gonna write enha imagines from now, but feel free to send me asks!

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“of course you didn’t fucking know. you only cared about the girl sitting in your room pretending to cry because y/n ‘bullied’ her. you only saw her, while y/n only saw you.” he pulled me into a hug letting me rest my head on his chest. heeseung wrapped his arms tighter around me before saying, “she was there through everything for you jungwon. everything. she never left your side. ever.” i turned my head to the side to look at jungwon then smiled weakly at him.

“it was always you, jungwon.” i lifted my head to look at heeseung, and he got the signal that i wanted to go back inside. as we were walking in, the boys were sitting at the dining table bitching about jungwon's girl. when the door opened, the boys ran up to me asking me a thousand questions.

"relax. i'm fine. i'm going to go home okay? i really don-" i smiled at the boys and handed heeseung his sweater back. he grabbed the sweater hesitantly, and when the door opened, we turned to watch jungwon as he entered.

"don't go anywhere. just stay here tonight. it started raining, and it's already late." he put his hand through his hair sighing as he walked to his room back to his girlfriend. i lifted my wrist to look at my watch. 8pm. late?

"what just happened?" niki walked in between sunghoon and jake who were standing in front of him, before grabbing both my hands.

"nothing." i knew it was a mistake to use that word when the boys all shot a nasty glare at me. i put my hands in the air and then smiled at them.

"she confessed because she was too pissed off at him, and she screamed it at him. thank god i went out when i did, she would have done worse if i didn't." heeseung spoke up for me so i didn't have to say it again, or even overexplain it.

"you what?!?" they all shouted at the same time causing heeseung to stop in his tracks while walking to the fridge to get something to drink.

"finally you told him." jake and jay bumped fists like they did something super cool then smirked at me. as we were laughing because i was being made fun of now, we hadn't realized that jungwon's door had opened and the two of them were coming out.

"wait but i don't understand, you brought me here because you said it was too late for me to go home." she whipped her head around as she was walking out of jungwon's door, gaining looks from all of us.

"stop being nosy bitches." i nudged all of them, making them look back at me. we had then continued talking, but quietly so we could listen to the drama behind us.

"yeah you're right and i'm sorry. we have a family emergency right now, and i should have realized it before i brought you over. i called you an uber. it's outside." jungwon had given her the cold shoulder. he had completely shut off, and you could hear the stress in his voice from a mile away. he walked her to the door and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"it's because of her isn't it? she's why you're kicking me out. your family emergency is all based on her isn't it?" she scoffed while keeping her eyes on me and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"and what if it is because of her? she's my priority right now, no matter what happens, she is the girl that matters most to me. i just got distracted, and i remember now. she is everything." he turned his head around to shoot me a smile before turning back to face her.

"what? she's everything? jungwon if we're going to be together, you're not going to be with her ever. if she's here, you're not. if you're here, she's not. i love you a lot and i want to be with you for a long time wonnie, so if she's going to stay, i'm not." she gave me the nastiest glare after she had put her arms around jungwon's waist. she pulled him close to her while saying this in the sweetest tone. if jungwon failed to see past the sweet tone, i don't know what the hell i would do. jake snorted under his breath at her attempt, which caused me to nudge him because I was about to start laughing too.

"he's not going to fall for that is he?" sunoo whispered into my ear and i waved my hand no, because i trust that he wouldn't. right? he reached behind him to take her arms off his waist. i knew it. i knew he wouldn't.

"then don't stay. walk out this door. she's not leaving, and if we're being honest, you would leave before she does. if you don't like the sound of that, then i don't think you should be my girlfriend." he walked past her and opened the door. he then put his other hand in his pocket before looking down at his feet.

"fuck you." she walked through the door, and turned around as she was about to step out of it. she looked me dead in the eye, holding up her middle finger at me.

"awh, that's so sweet! it was nice meeting you too!" i wiggled my fingers at her, and the boys behind me laughed their asses off when jungwon had shut the door. as we were reminiscing and laughing about her, jungwon had come up behind me faster than i had realized.

"hey y/n, can we talk?" he stood there looking the vibe of the room, to which all the boys were glaring at him.

"i don't know if that's a good idea." i had responded rubbing the back of my neck. while i was looking up at him, heeseung had walked behind me slightly pushing me over, causing me to fall into jungwon. he had opened his arms to catch me, to which now we were hugging the middle of the living room. the boys got the message, and ran into heeseung's room, which was the closest to the living room. it also just so happened to be in perfect proximity to hear everything from the living room.

i had cleared my throat and jungwon had slowly let me go, keeping his arms on my waist. i had felt a lump forming in my throat. what the hell are you doing to me jungwon? i stepped back from him to focus on the conversation we were having.

"i never knew you had feelings for me. i had always loved you of course i did, but when you started flirting with heeseung, i figured you wanted him and not me." he started going on, and when he talked about heeseung, he opened the door to say something. i turned to look at him, and the boys were pulling him back into the room. i smiled to myself then looked back at jungwon.

"did you not realize when you were having a shit day or you didn't eat, i was there? i was there whenever you were down, i was there even when it was 3 am to have a late night talk because you couldn't sleep. i drove across town to bring your favorite tteokbokki because you said you wanted it the day before." i scoffed and crossed my arms while rolling my eyes. i knew i went over the top for jungwon, heeseung always told me that i was doing too much for a boy that was completely clueless that i was in love with him.

"of course i knew you did that for me, but i thought you did that for all of them. that's why-" he started, but before he could finish i told him to stop talking.

"won, shut up. you knew that i lit up when you came into the room. i was so hopelessly in love with you that i would have done anything fo-" i laughed at how completely clueless he was. as i was ranting on, he was stepping closer to me, until he was inches away from me again. he put his arm around my waist while i was still talking, and then he spoke.

"y/n, shut up. you do realize i just told you that i was always in love with you too right?" he smiled at me while i stared at him in shock when i had registered what he was saying.

"you what?" i shook my head and he moved his face closer to mine, before pressing his lips to mine.

"i've always loved you, ass."

*secret pov*

"i only see her but she can only see him."

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