#also does cheol know how deep in he is now ??? he literally went through all of the stops both as an indirect apology and to appeal/appease

[nuoc7mia]

Hello!! What are your thoughts on the new aslfua chapter??? I LOVE that both of them started thinking about what they think of each other, nd alsp how the other perceive them (Cheol being stressed and not wanting to hear if Miae thought he was handsome or not, and Mi-ae frustrated bc she thinks Cheol doesn't think she is pretty akdjsksjsj)!! Also him looking for her mechanical pencil and he it seems he even rented a video for the both of them to watch together (like he said on a previous chapter)!!!!!!

But I gotta say that ending made me go WHAT bc that came out such out of nowhere I swear djdjKDNFKDNDNDNDNDDNDNNDBD

OMG YESYESYES you put it perfectly !!! cheol got rlly nervous when he realized that miae was srsly considering the question and did what he always does when he’s uncomfortable, which is to push away. imagine if miae told him that she thought his eyes were pretty tho 😭 that would’ve been so cute, esp since they have so many situations where they kind of stare into each other at fairly close distances (altho i think lowkey his mind would break down and shut off HSJDJ). they’re both also at that age where you rlly start gaining awareness of the ppl around you and their perceptions of you, which all just adds to their slowly changing dynamics ∩^ω^∩

i need to know why he was laughing tho LMFAO

i thought it was really cute when cheol thought back to the request she made for him to be kinder to her :’) it was a rlly good way imo to show that he takes her requests seriously and is self-reflecting to be a good friend for her bc he realizes that the way he’s been acting hasn’t been matching up to how a person usually treats their friends, regardless of their dynamics. and then it’s reflected, like you said, with how he finds the mechanical pencil he kicked over (altho i also think he’s mad that it even happened bc that led to the whole earring fiasco at jungwook’s house LOL), the video cassette, and even when he hangs out with jinseob. his love language is acts of service, me thinks 💆🏻‍♀️

(additionally, he’s mildly upset that while he’s struggling with all of that + got caught in that laugh misunderstanding (?), jungwook is easily on miae’s good side and got complimented as a teacher by her lol)

AND STOP I THOUGHT THE EXACT SAME ABT THE ENDING 😭😭😭 literally what was the reason behind scarring my girls like that

[lovelycheollie]

Yellow Tulips (Seungkwan)

“I am crying over the loss of something I never had. How ridiculous. Mourning something that never was – my dashed hopes, dashed dreams, and my soured expectations.” ― E.L. James

Words: 2458

Hey it’s me! So apparently I should be in hiatus right now but I can’t really stand it to not post at least a scenario before I go on snooze mood. This scenario is my gift for you my amigos to show my appreciation for you all! Thank you for understanding my sudden hiatuses and posts! Though before I leave, I hope you guys will like this scenario!

“So, have you fallen in love?”

You stared at the field in springtime, the sunlight and the leaves casting small opaque shadows on the petal-covered grass. The floral scent of varied flowers enchanted every student in the campus as they minded their own business. Everything looked like something out of a romantic movie, wherein all scenarios were lightly filtered in pastel hues, and everyone wore their biggest smiles together with loved one and peers. You sat with Seungcheol, just an arm below him under the shade of some random tree. You were busy scribbling on your sketchbook, tracing the light sketches of eyelashes, when you had to stop on your tracks when you heard your senior ask you out of nowhere.

“Excuse me?” You slid the pencil on the top of your ears, batting your eyes at him who calmly drank his strawberry milk. He blinked twice and locked his eyes with you.

“Oh don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about Y/N. Have you fallen in love?”

You stood up, brushed your skirt and the seat, while all he could do was to wait for your response. You sat once more and share a giggle or two. “I have a lot of things to fall from, like this branch I’m on.”

“I don’t think you’ll literally fall from that. You’re just sitting 25 centimeters off the ground. And I’m talking about him.”

“Oh, oh. Him?”

He rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed at your dumb play. “Yes. Him. Boo Seungkwan. The one and only Jeju prince of this campus.”

“Okay keep it down I can’t let anyone know I have feelings for him.”

“Reality check, almost everyone in this school knows.”

You bounced from your seat, covering his mouth as the sketchbook dangled in your right hand. Your cheeks were brightly colored with red, lips cowering and heartbeat dashing through your veins. Your head turned both sides to assure no one heard him blabber about your secret love for your pal Seungkwan. “Still! Shut up Seungcheol! I might leave town because of your loud voice.”

“Sorry, perks of being an aspiring rapper. But you haven’t answered my question yet.”

“And that is?” He stood up from the branch and the two of you strolled in a moderate pace, backpacks waving to and fro as you held the sketchbook near to your chest. The weather was well, as always, and you enjoyed the moment together with your senior while frolicking from the tiring hours of learning.

“Have you fallen in love with Seungkwan?”

As you continued in your track, your sight fell on the single yellow tulip growing from a small field of red ones. Pretty, humble, brightly standing in the middle of the typical ones, yet lonely. The smile on your face faded slowly, your pace coming to a full stop. Seungcheol braked his feet and held his breath, again, for your answer. In his eyes, it was such a beautiful masterpiece, though the look that you had on the blooming flower rained in his glowing aura.

“I think so. Yeah, I’ve fallen. Hard. Way too hard.”

“But why Y/N? You promised that night that you’d never love him the same way you loved the others.”

Oh right, that night. The night where you caught your first glance of his pretty eyes. His cheeks were blushed with pale rouge, lips kissable and parted as he laughed with the others, the tone of his voice chilling every inch of your spine. The low temperature of the room didn’t matter, your chest was hot, along with the sudden feeling of wanting to hold his hands with your fragile fingers. And in that night, with the glass of cold cranberry juice on your hands, you swore under the stars together with Seungcheol that you’ll never be attached to him.

But you broke it. You did. So much on making new rules.

You felt the need of being his, and you tried your best to be somehow connected to him. Maybe it was because he was so friendly, maybe it was because of the short hangouts after classes. You weren’t sure, but you became friends with someone you fell in love first. And within the years of holding your hand in the shadows, taking you out on Saturday nights to watch romantic movies and buying you gelato in a random afternoon made you think that maybe you were more than a friend to him as well.

“Oh do tell me Cheol. Why? I don’t know. It’s always been a puzzle for me to answer that. But, I got attached.”

“So what are you going to do now? I mean, are you going to tell him? Or no?”

“Should I? I mean I’ve been waiting for signs that he does have feelings for me too.”

He grabbed you by the hand and made you face him, making you clutch on your sketchbook. Seungcheol lightly slammed his forehead to you, his eyelashes almost to touch yours as well. “Listen to me. If you love him this much, then what’s holding you back? You don’t need signs. If you love him, then tell him. Don’t beat around the bush and face him straight on.”

“Y-yes sir!”

“Vernon!” He screamed at his junior who sat on one of the benches, busying himself with his phone. The guy ran towards the two of you without sparing another minute.

“Hyung, Y/N! What’s up?” as soon as he showed his pearly whites, you felt a small tug in your chest. You waved at him and he also returned the gesture but with more charisma.

“Hey Vernon. Have you seen Seungkwan?”

“Seungkwan hyung? Oh, I saw him. I think he was headed to the science laboratory. He was wearing his lab coat after all. Why though?”

“I have something to say to him. I’ll go and see him now, thank you so much Vernon! Wish me luck Cheol!”

“Oh I will!” He shouted as you were already dashing away from the two. Vernon was left to his own thoughts beside the senior who was praying that you’ll do well with your confession.

“What was she talking about?”

“Oh, she’s going to confess to Seungkwan.”

“What? Are you for real?”

“Yes, why? Is something wrong?”

Vernon stared at the older one, feeling almost hopeless for your current situation. His eyes were empty and hollow, the atmosphere changing so suddenly. “For Seungkwan, Y/N is…”

Seungkwan was busy with his broom, sweeping the dust off along with the hushed hum of his. Woozi had composed a song that day and made him listen to it, the melody now etched to his mind. His mild hum echoed within the walls of the lab, and thankfully you heard it by chance as soon as you stepped on the hallway.

You strolled to the door, taking deep breaths first before finally pushing the door open. Seungkwan stopped humming to himself, startled and nervous. But when he saw your calm expression, he smiled and greeted you with a short bow.

You roamed inside, stopping for a while after hitting a leg of a table and palming yourself inside your head. You sat on a high chair and eyed him. Oh how you adored everything about the prince of Jeju. “Hi Seungkwan.”

“Hey Y/N! What brings you here?” He asked as he settled the broom inside the cabinet and grabbed his bag. He placed the bag on the table beside you and sat on another high chair to face you.

“I heard you were cleaning the lab alone, so I thought I might pass by and help you. But it looks like you’re done already.”

“Oh,” he laughed at your reply. You were motionless within seconds, but calmed yourself and joined the laughing frenzy. “I’m not really alone, some friend came with me and helped in wiping the windows. I have to thank her I guess.”

“I see, you really do have to thank her.”

He stood up with his bag and walked towards the door. It wasn’t because he was bored with you. He simply thought that maybe you were tired and you wanted to go too. You were panicking deep inside though, you had to stop him. But you were also having second thoughts on spilling your feelings.

Your phone beeped in your pocket and you took it out. Seungcheol’s face was on the screen, a text coming from him. What was he thinking? You were to confess but he had the time to send a message.

“Y/N, I was kidding. Don’t confess!”

Oh, now he was pulling you out from it all. But to heck with it.

“Seungkwan!” Your voice went a pitch higher, louder than the usual, making the guy turn around before he could even grab the doorknob. “I need to tell you something.”

“Yes Y/N, what is it?”

“I’m… I’m in love with you! Ever since the acquaintance party, I’ve been loving you. And now, now I don’t know. I love you. It just happened. I fell in love without any warning. I told myself that I will not be attached again, but I met you and now I’m like this. I’m sorry that I became your friend because I wanted to be close to you. I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it Seungkwan. I love you, so please tell me, tell me what you feel for me.”

“Y/N,” Seungkwan didn’t dare to come close to your figure. His eyes were shuffling around, looking for the words that he had to say. You were on the tip of your toes, and all you could hear was your heartbeat and the tickling of the clock. It was such a mystery on how slow time could be whenever he was around.

“Y/N.”

He had a sad look on his face, his eyebrows furrowed together. You waited, still in the middle of heaven and hell. You had high hopes of ending up with him, but with his saddened eyes, you felt a large lump form in your throat.

“Y/N, I’m really thankful that you confessed. I really am. To hear that a great lady like you has feelings for me is such an honor. But I’m so sorry. Y/N, I love you too, but only as a friend.”

“As a friend? Then why were you holding my hand back then? Why did you take me out to watch movies? Why did you give me gifts and knick knacks whenever you told me you missed me? Because you felt like it?”

“No, no Y/N it’s not what you think.”

“Don’t tell me that. I’ve been asking for signs, and you gave them to me. You sent signals, that you might feel the same way. Now we’re here, and you’re telling me that I was wrong, that I was simply just a friend.”

“Y/N.”

“Why? Why did you have to lead me on?” You were already crying, and it was so hard to listen to him explain because all you could feel was hurt and pain.

“I didn’t lead you Y/N. You thought I did.”

“Then what do you call it then? Being friendly to some girl?”

“Exactly! That’s what it is. Just being friendly!”

You stopped listening, though the tears wouldn’t. It was enough to hear that he didn’t feel the same way, but to make you realize that you were just like the other girls he saw, and that he was just some boy who tickled your chest and turn you down was too much. Seungcheol was right, you shouldn’t have done this. Now you have one more thing to regret.

“Y/N, it’s not really meant to be like this, I swear.”

“How was it meant to be then? Was it supposed to be done in front of everyone else? You know what? It’s okay Seungkwan. Thank you, for being honest. But you didn’t have to lead me on for years until you were sure I fell badly.”

“Y/N, please. Believe me it’s not like that. If you only knew.”

“I know too much already. Too much to hurt me. But still, I love you,” you walked past him and opened the door, Vernon and Seungcheol leaning on the wall with worried looks printed on their faces. “I loved you Seungkwan. So long.”

And you ran away, never to look back to the man you’ve broken the rules for.

Another day to start and another to finish.

Seungkwan had dark circles hanging on his face when he entered the campus. The night was unbearable, your confession kept on repeating inside his head, even within his dreams. He could only see your tear-streaked face, and it was enough to haunt him up until morning.

He walked past the happy greetings of the other students, not even bothering to turn his attention to them. The footsteps were heavy, sighs were often heard and he had locked himself within his walls, away from the crowd.

“I didn’t mean to lead her on. I mean, I felt the same way. But it’s just, I don’t want us to be lovers and end up as strangers.”

As he opened his own locker, he saw a yellow tulip and a torn page on the top of his shoes. He was bewildered with the flower, though it was Valentine’s day. He wasn’t really expecting to receive a flower for today, or anything for the matter. He took the flower out, and as he did, students were whispering here and there.

“What do you have there hyung?” Seungkwan jumped as Minghao appeared beside him. “A yellow tulip for Valentine’s day?”

“Yeah but I don’t get it. Why is there a yellow tulip here?”

“Did it come with a note?”

“Ah yeah.”

“Read it then,” Minghao glanced at his wristwatch and gasped at it. He removed his leather shoes, change into his indoor ones and shut his locker with a bang. “Anyway, we only have 3 minutes left before class starts. I’m going ahead. See you later!”

So Minghao left him, he was alone once more, together with the tulip and the note. He opened the torn page, careful not to add more crease to its edges. There was a drawing of his face on it, smiling, perfectly sketched and inked. It looked real enough for him, and he knew the person who could only do such masterpiece.

On the bottom of your signature, he saw a short message meant for him. His grip on the flower loosened, and his face grew softer though pained. Now, he wanted to see you smile with your sketchbook in a meadow full of growing flowers, and he has lost that small glint of hope, just because of a stupid decision.

“Boo Seungkwan, yellow tulips mean hopeless love.”