#and if you couldnt tell by the second paragraph yes i already have a story in mind. it's based on revolution

[risingsunresistance]

HN-000: originally dubbed "Pig Man" keeping in line with the robot master naming conventions, but when he was powered on, he said "that's dumb" and renamed himself. Techno was built to assist farming during a time where there was barely enough food to go around the entire nation of Hypixel. He's very versatile and can haul incredibly heavy tools and carts without any assistance. He can tend an entire farm by himself, charging in the sun the entire time, leaving the humans to take care of other important tasks. He was the first one built in this line since food was the main priority at the time of his construction

He was updated with combat capabilities when one of his designers went rogue. Of the bots that were upgraded, he stood out as an exceptionally skilled fighter. His main weapon of choice is his scythe. He's been seen charging forward with his tusks as well. They were designed for aesthetics, but they're sturdy enough to pierce the metal of other robots

[smallblueandloud]

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7 for the writing ask- I AM SO SORRY I COULDNT STOP!!! xoxo

aaaah these questions look SO GOOD thank you so much <3 <3 for this ask meme, which will be open all weekend!

1. tell us about your current project(s)  – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?

i pulled open all of my WIP google docs for this and my laptop started whirring ominously, lmao. this is going to be a Little Long but i love talking about my wips so who cares!! (under the cut because EXCERPTS)

guys and dolls but gay - very, very casual rewrite of guys and dolls if sky masterson was a woman. i’m loving how chill i’m being about this one because it’s so much fun to not have to worry how i’m going to write lyrics in a not-weird way and just focus on the story. this one’s first because it’s theoretically closest to being finished.

sky, laughing: “oh? people. all the people you turn down every day. well, i imagine there’s someone out there that’ll catch your eye.”

sarah, stiffening: “...yes, there will be.”

sky: “and what might this person be like?”

sarah: “he will not be a gambler, for one.”

sky does not miss the pointed pronoun. “i’m not interested in what he won’t be, i’m interested in what he will be.” she sits down on the desk, in a pointedly masculine pose, and sets her fedora next to her - at her most Hot Queer, basically. “how will you know when he gets to you?”

my fic for the aos rarepair fic exchange - i can’t give any plot or ship details, for obvious reasons, but it’s 1.3k and i’m having fun with it!

steven roadtrip of destiny - canon divergent fic set at the end of steven universe future where steven goes on a roadtrip instead of... canon. it deals with some heavy emotions and it’s also a character study so it’s tentatively shelved until i get around to rewatching suf. but i am projecting on steven like crazy and it’s really, really cathartic. it’s taught me a lot about myself too lmao.

He’s never been anonymous before. He kind of likes it. It means he can fold his arms on the table and put his head down without Pearl worrying about his posture, or someone asking him if something’s okay.

In the last few months, he’s grown to hate people asking him how he’s doing, or if he’s okay. He always ends up lying, because he doesn’t want to worry them, and he ends up feeling worse.

Probably because it’s more of him supporting other people without supporting himself.

He should have told someone how he was feeling. He should have reached out. Sadie could’ve helped him. Lars would’ve listened. Connie would have hugged him and then found him the appropriate mental health professional.

(God, Steven wants a hug. Also the appropriate mental health professional? Whoever that would be.)

untitled aos fic - i don’t want to give a lot of details because :eye emoji: and also i don’t know much about what the plot of this is going to be anyway, lmao. but here’s an excerpt:

daisy “that actor who doesn’t shut up about data harvesting” johnson (@daisyquake) tweeted: two weeks :eyes emoji:

Elena Rodriguez | Seven Cents S2 Streaming On Netflix Now! (@yoyorodriguez) retweeted and added: the problem with being friends with daisy is that you SHOULD have some insight into what her tweets mean but you still have no idea

Fitz (@justfitz) retweeted and added: Try being married to her

untitled star wars twins fic - because i am a total and massive nerd. i’m just kind of stuffing everything i have feels about from the post-anh era into this and planning on figuring it out later? i’m really loving talking about the culture of alderaan (and the culture of the survivors) and also i just love writing luke and leia’s relationship... so much......

(no excerpt for that one because i’ve basically posted all of it in various posts lmao)

aos ds9 au - i’ve posted a LOT about this already and i want to keep the plot a surprise but fsk is in this and married and half the cast is aliens, what else do you need in life.

“Good morning,” says Jemma, coming into the room with her hair wet and her uniform crooked. “Hello, darling.”

“Hi,” says Daisy, turning her face up for a kiss. Jemma obliges absently as she walks past, looking around the room.

“Has anyone seen my hair clip?”

“No,” say Fitz and Daisy in unison.

and of course, last but never least in my heart, chapter 3 of the magnum opus - writing this is on hold until my brain decides to stop hitting me over the head at every possible moment, but there’s like... 2k written so far? it’s. it’s going.

“Yeah, yeah,” says Coulson, and makes quick work of the right gauntlet. It’s only halfway through the left one that his fingers slow and he says, quietly, “Simmons designed these, didn’t she?”

She lets out a quick breath. “Yeah.”

He stays quiet for a few more seconds, finishing up the last of the straps, making sure they’re tight enough. Finally, he says, “She should be helping you with these.”

Daisy pulls her arms back and swallows down some words, or maybe a couple of feelings, or maybe a sob. “Yeah, well.”

2. tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

the last sentence of the magnum opus!!!!!!!!!!

no, lmao, i’m gonna try to be serious. i really, really want to write some librarians fic in the near future? also MORE OF THE SENSE8 AU. i’m DYING to write some stuff about that. especially sam’s cluster, for some reason? Let’s Make Him Suffer (Comedically)! one day i’m gonna finish that list of what cluster/situation each song is about and then it’ll be over for all of us!

3. what is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

i spent about eight months imagining a scene where riza hawkeye was really injured and mustang was holding her in his arms (basically the promised day scene but with more privacy) so does that count?

hmm, just for some other possibilities: glinda telling dorothy about elphaba, laura somehow seeing or speaking to natasha during catws, a good omens au of the good place (specifically the ”i don’t even like you!” / “you doooooooo” scene), kencyrath au of star wars (ESPECIALLY THIS ONE, except setting up the first scene alone would take 7k, but i want to talk about leia and luke and their MESSED UP TRUST ISSUES in this au).

oh, also, something about star trek tng where jean-luc and beverly and jack were in love and then jack died and picard left. more specifically a scene set during the pilot episode where jean-luc very cordially offers beverly the option to transfer off the enterprise, that he wouldn’t dream of holding it against her, and beverly very cordially telling jean-luc to go fuck himself. i want to write 30k of that broken triad. i want it so bad. i dream of that fic. maybe one day when i find myself with a completely empty month or two, i’ll binge all of tng and Write Some Stuff.

4. share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

since you and i have tww in common, i’m gonna do a tww fic! otherwise i’d have to reread literally every fic i’ve ever written, lmao.

(this is long but i put this post under the cut so i have RIGHTS. also consider this a sneak peek for the j/d fic in the sense8 au?)

“It’s okay,” says Helen. She sits for a moment in silence, seeming thoughtful. “The Congressman and I are in the same cluster,” she says eventually. “I’d- I supposed that’s easier on the Secret Service?”

“Yes,” says Donna. “The-”

She stops herself from saying anything further. President Bartlet and the First Lady aren’t exactly quiet about who’s in their cluster, especially with senior staff, but that doesn’t mean she should go talking about it in an unsecured room in LA, of all places.

To cover for her blunder, she gives up something else: “The same with Josh. They got really lucky with him, actually. It’s just him and me, so they won’t have to worry about anyone threatening the Chief of Staff through the barista in the local Starbucks.”

Helen looks up from the Ohio numbers she’d drifted back to, a slow smile creeping up on her face. “Josh is in your cluster?”

“Uh-” says Donna, feeling like national security wasn’t worth whatever she’s just blundered into. Oops. “Josh- Josh is my cluster, ma’am.”

She catches her mistake the second it’s out of her mouth, but Helen doesn’t call her on it, more focused on other revelations. “No wonder you two look at each other the way you do!” she says, sounding delighted. Donna shuts her eyes, praying for this to go away. It’s not that she’s ashamed of Josh - it’s just so, so complicated, and other people never think about how difficult it was. Still is.

i’m just... i really liked the idea of donna fumbling and having to reveal this to cover up for what else she was going to say? i don’t know why i’m so charmed by this. i think it’s because it would be impossible in the show - you can’t show what someone was going to say on television, not without a lot of setup and very careful scripting. it’s just a really fun situation to write about and i’m really proud of this conversation in general.

also helen santos was a dream to write and i love her a lot. i kind of want to write one of the fics in the series about her and her cluster solely because like... look at her. she’s a delight in literally every scene. i love her.

5. what character that you’re writing do you most identify with?

daisy johnson!!! i love writing daisy johnson!!!! she is the most adhd character i’ve ever written and i literally just have to transcribe my own inner monologue and it works perfectly!!!!!

Swing shift: 1600 hours to 2400 hours. Daisy always ends up getting back to her quarters at like 0030 hours, when Jemma is asleep and Fitz is reading some kind of technical journal. Then she has to eat replicated pizza, alone, and freshly replicated pizza is actually pretty hot but it feels cold at that time of night, like, spiritually.

6. what character do you have the most fun writing?

...whoops i literally just answered that lmao. uh. i also really love writing sky masterson in the guys and dolls fic? she’s just weaponized hot queerness in a suit and i love her for it. she is intentionally trying to seduce this repressed lesbian and it’s really funny and also really hot of her and it’s so much fun to write.

also, i wrote chidi for the tgp fic and it was possibly the most fun i’ve ever had with a pov, although that was also because i was purposefully trying to mimic the tone of the show. i still think that line about michael and a grenade is, like, the funniest i have ever been in my life. but chidi’s panic was surprisingly easy to write? all of tgp’s characters have such STRONG voices, it makes writing fic ridiculously easy as long as you don’t get stuck on a plot for six months.

7. what do you think are the characteristics of your personal writing style? would others agree?

oof, this one is ALWAYS tricky. uh? uhh?? i’m going to ruin everything by saying this but i basically alternate between the same two sentence structures and i am really frustrated about it. i also alternate between the same two styles of endings and i always use the same beginning (set scene, main character pov, thoughts-as-exposition, back to scene).

BUT ON A MORE POSITIVE NOTE i like to talk about emotions and relationships and character development!! i have my “queer subtext goggles” superglued to my face, lmao. i like to think about how characters must have felt about things in canon and how it must’ve influenced them. i like making people deal with the consequences of their actions, especially how it’s influenced they themself. i also just really, really like writing people who love each other, whether it’s romantic or platonic or anything in between. i just want them to be happy! i just want them to stick together! doesn’t matter what fandom, i stand by it.

[onlyjihoons]

downpour; b.j.y

a/n; based off downpour by ioi, here is a short fic i wanted to write hehe;; special thanks to the everyong squad, dain @pinksausageduo and angst queen aurora @mongniel for helping me out^^

also dedicated to @markcherrybaksu who is an unloyal rat

starting line:  “Will it stop now? These raindrops, these tears?”

synopsis: based off downpour(and Lonely by Sistar at the end), where your childhood sweetheart leaves your side to train to be an idol

warnings: rlly sad,, sorry baejin(and yes i couldnt find a suitable gif sorry)

genre: angst, fluff

length: | a paragraph | drabble length | a short story | your average essay of less than 10,000 words | a fic too long but too short for a part 2|

When this rain falls on my head I’ll get all wet even my heart Stay with me I still can’t be In the rain alone without you I’m still young, I’m still a bit scared Though I know it’ll stop soon I’m looking for you

“See you tomorrow!” Your friend waved goodbye to you as she boarded the bus.

You slouched into your posture, despite several warnings of your parents ringing through your head. Soon enough, a passing drizzle turned into a full downpour, raindrops pitter-pattering mercilessly against the pavement. You rummaged through your school bag for an umbrella, to your dismay, you couldn’t find it.

You swore at your carelessness, even replying a muffled “yes” to your mom this morning when she asked if you brought your umbrella. Even though the walk home was only 3 minutes away, you wanted to reach home quickly to study for your upcoming tests.

You decided to make a run for it, using your schoolbag as a makeshift umbrella. The rain pelted down heavily, drenching both your schoolbag and uniform. You couldn’t care less, your stomach was also growling at the lack of food in it. 

Just then, you felt almost no rain hitting your head anymore, you looked up, an umbrella was sheltering you. The owner of the umbrella was none other than your childhood sweetheart, Bae Jinyoung.

Bae Jinyoung. The name never failed to bring blush to your cheeks, reminiscing the day when he vowed to be your one and only boyfriend, at age 6. As the both of you grew older and knew the meaning of a crush, the both of you eventually were an official item. Nothing much changed, except more winks from the both of your parents and peers. Also added cuddles, and cute pecks.

“How many times have I told you to bring your umbrella?” Jinyoung whined, “You always forget them and it always rains when you do so.”

“It’s not my fault that it decides to rain when i don’t bring an umbrella?” You countered, only for Jinyoung to ruffle your damp hair.

“It’s okay, I’ll always be here to shelter you from the rain.” He smiled.

You shot him a loving smile, but deep inside, you knew Jinyoung wouldn’t be here forever for you.

You overheard a conversation between him and his parents earlier this week, about him being accepted into an entertainment company. He was ecstatic, and you felt happy for him. You couldn’t help but to feel sad, but he was on his way to achieving his dream he told you about. You hoped he could actually break the news to you, as his girlfriend. One day turned to two days and two days turned to three days. You gave up hoping, expecting the worst every second you’re with him.

Will it stop now? These raindrops, these tears?

I don’t want to get wet with rain And tremble with cold Some day, the cold rain Will become warm tears And fall down, It’s alright It’s just a passing downpour It’s just a passing downpour It’s how I feel After I met you, I haven’t lost The happy memories to the rain

You were now wrapped up in a warm blanket, a cup of hot chocolate in your hands. You leaned against the arm of the sofa, looking out of the window, the visual of falling raindrops were calming to you. 

“Is the rain that interesting?” Jinyoung’s deep voice sounded throughout the living room, making you look back at him.

“Yes,” you nodded, “if you didn’t know already, your girlfriend likes rainy days”

“I know she likes something else too.”

“What?”

“She loves this boy by the name of Bae Jinyoung, which is her boyfriend as well.” Jinyoung engulfed you in a loving hug, smiling against your cheeks.

You put your mug of hot chocolate against Jinyoung’s cheeks, making him move away slightly, “What was that for?”

“You’re sweeter than my hot chocolate.” You giggled, as a pout formed on his face.

The both of you stared into blank space, sighing at the same time.

“Jinyoung?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you going to be an idol soon?” You turned to face him, as he averted your gaze.

“N--no---”

“Don’t lie, I heard what you said to your parents about it,” You sniffed, “how long are you gonna hide it from me?”

“Look, Y/N, I really wanted to tell you later but since you asked, yes. I am.”

No wonder he was being all sweet today, you thought.

“But I promise you, I will still--”

“Until when are you gonna make empty promises, Jinyoung?” You felt hot tears stinging your eyes, “I really don’t want to keep waiting on nothing.”

Jinyoung hugged your small frame, “I will come back, Y/N, trust me.”

You pushed him away, “If I’m that insignificant to you, you could’ve told me. I would’ve left you alone to prepare yourself or something. You broke that last straw of mine, Jinyoung, I’m sorry.”

You stormed to your bedroom, slamming the door shut. You leaned against the wooden door, tears falling, as your body trembled at the lack of warmth, that Jinyoung gave you.

I’m getting all wet right now I don’t even have the strength to open an umbrella But we know Let me just cry for a moment As I lean on the rain So you won’t see our sad tears Now goodbye

2 years later

“See you tomorrow!” Your friend left your home, after completing a partner project which was due in a week. You didn’t like the feeling of being rushed, you felt sorry for making her do work ahead of schedule. You promised her, however, a day at the amusement park together after the semester ends.

Ever since Jinyoung left for C9 Entertainment, you got yourself a companion, a cute shiba inu by the name of Mickey. Mickey was a boy, a shy but active pure breed 5-month old shiba inu. Mickey was almost similar to Jinyoung in a way that he constantly craves attention from you. You weren’t complaining, Mickey would also comfort you by snuggling on your lap cutely and it would make your day instantly better.

It was a cool autumn evening, as you brought Mickey along to your evening walks. You realised evening walks made you calm, which resulted in higher productivity whenever you studied at night. The dried orange autumn leaves crunched beneath your shoes, an oddly satisfying sound in the cool weather.

Mickey would excitedly sniff at his surroundings, slightly pulling you around the neighbourhood park. Suddenly, the sky was downcast, gentle drizzles became a heavy downpour.

You scurried for a nearby shelter, dusting off water droplets which was absorbed by your oversized grey pullover. You took a seat on the stone bench, swinging your legs back and forth as Mickey hopped onto the empty seat beside you obediently.

You saw a boy clad in a black hoodie and mask approach you and Mickey, as he crouched down to pet Mickey. 

“He’s cute. What’s his name?” The boy’s eyes crinkled into an eyesmile, which you found extremely cute.

“His name is Mickey.” You smiled, “He’s 5 months old.”

The boy took off his mask, as you scanned his handsome features you realised it was a face you missed all too well...

Jinyoung.

You stood up quickly, dragging Mickey along with you. You draped on your hood and made a run for home. You were afraid, that if you were to communicate with Jinyoung anytime longer, you would be a crying mess in front of your ex boyfriend.

Like what happened 2 years ago, Jinyoung’s umbrella sheltered you from the rain. You could tell that Jinyoung lost alot of weight within the 2 years, his eyebags were much worse, same big eyes however, but his jawline was more defined. He grew taller, and was skinnier than he was 2 years ago.

“Y/N, I didn’t intend to spend my day off to see you run away from me.” He chuckled.

“I didn’t bring Mickey out for a walk to see you either,” You shot back, your heart aching at how hostile you were towards Jinyoung.

Jinyoung could only offer you a small smile, “I came because I missed you.”

“You only missed me after 2 years?” You snorted in disbelief, “That’s a very long time to miss someone, Jinyoung.”

“But I didn’t break my promise of coming back, did I?” Jinyoung raised his eyebrows as he countered.

“But you broke my trust, Jinyoung.” You teared up, “I thought we were honest with each other. You don’t know how many times I was caught in the rain, thinking that you will appear out of no where, like you always did, to shelter me from the rain.”

You used the sleeve of your sweater to dry your tears, “But you didn’t appear, and I would go home drenched, in the rain and my tears.”

Jinyoung’s face softened, as he attempted to hug you, as you flinched at his touch, “Don’t touch me, Jinyoung. We aren’t like what we were 2 years ago.”

“Y/N...”

“With time, everything will be forgotten, and so will you. That’s what’s really sad.” You placed one last peck on Jinyoung’s cheeks, as you ran away, with tears streaming down your face, from your childhood love, your first boyfriend, your first heartbreak.

[onlyjihoons]

childhood; lee euiwoong

a/n; i saw the video of hyungseob and euiwoong playing at the playground and i had to write this omy and also,, a collab with @textingnct my dearest sarai!! do read her texts here♡

starting line: “remember how we used to play on this when we were little?”

synopsis: from your childhood friend to your now crush, your confession might just make or break this friendship.

warnings: fluff, smol,tiny,innocent love(?)

length: | a paragraph | drabble length | a short story | your average essay of less than 10,000 words | a fic too long but too short for a part 2|

"So, ethane has only one carbon-carbon bond and-- y/n! Are you listening?" Euiwoong waved his hands in front of your face worriedly. "Uh... carbon-carbon double bond?" You squeaked out, earning a flick on your forehead from Euiwoong. "You aren't even listening!" Euiwoong huffed in annoyance, which you found it insanely cute. "I just have no fate with Chemistry, Ung-ah. I'm not like you, jack of all trades, master of all." You pressed your fingers in between his furrowed eyebrows, causing Euiwoong to click his tongue. "I'm--" "Yes? Class Chairman Ung? The one that gets straight As in class? The one that is good at sports? The one that wins girls over with a simple glance? That--" "When has myself got to do with chemistry?" Euiwoong pointed out. the fact that i'm so in love with you that i can't concentrate on chemistry you thought.

euiwoong was your childhood friend, because both of your moms were close friends and made a pact for their children to be the same too. he was also your best friend, always there for you whenever you needed him. for instance, last year, you developed a huge crush on the infamous school senior, Bae Jinyoung. No doubt, he had visuals that could get him casted, and also visuals that could get him through with incomplete homework. Not forgetting the visuals that got 80% of the female population falling heads and heels over him. However, Jinyoung didn't seem as nice as he looked, after he ripped your hand-written letter you discreetly slipped into his locker before he arrived in school. You saw that, so did Euiwoong, whom played along your "sick" act so he could bring you "home", for binge-eating sessions and also a trip to the arcade, battling it out on the ddr. euiwoong was more than you could ever ask for in a best friend, except that you've always wanted to break that stupid friendzone wall he built up in respect of friendship. you could've just told him then and there that you really liked him, but you weren't ready for rejection, or even worse, the break of a friendship. "you have more chemistry with chemistry than i do," you waved him off, as his hearty laughter bounced off the walls of the empty classroom. "you arent making any sense here, y/n, why not we continue tomorrow? you seemed tired today." euiwoong patted your back comfortingly, as you let out a huge sigh. "okay."

you were supposed to be on a movie date night with your friend. however, she had last minute urgent plans that made you a lonely person, in the middle of the movie theatre, munching on your overpriced nachos. frankly, you were quite excited for that date night, but now your thought got the better of you, inflicting negative thoughts in your mind. though the movie was a jovial one, you couldnt help but to feel sad that you were sitting alone amongst the other movie goers who were in couples or groups. halfway through the movie, someone took their place on your friend's seat(which was empty due to her absence), when you turned to look, it was euiwoong, with a bucket of popcorn in his arm. "euiwoong?" you whispered, "what are you doing here?" "watching a movie?" "no, but that is y/f/n's seat... she couldnt come ..." "she gave me the booking reference number, and she asked me to accompany you because she knew you would feel lonely." euiwoong munched on his popcorn as he spoke. "i'm sorry that i'm probably wasting your time because i'm about to leave like right now." you shoved your nachos into his arms, then excusing yourself to exit the theater. "but i just got here!" euiwoong complained, but did not manage to stop you from leaving. he sighed, excusing himself to follow you. "why are you so angsty y/n?" euiwoong stopped you, pouting. "i'm just..." you ran your hands through your hair, "really sad that i'm alone in the theater and my head got the better of me and i started to overthink stuff." euiwoong dumped the snacks into the nearest trashcan, then taking your hand in his, dragging you along with him to exit the cinema. "where are we going?" "you'll see."

Euiwoong brought you to a playground, your childhood playground to be exact. The both of you would visit the playground every evening before dinner to have some playtime, also getting along with the other kids in your neighbourhood when you were younger. "remember how we used to play on this when we were little?" euiwoong squeezed into the rocking train, then rocking back and forth. "yeah, when we actually could easily fit into one of these," you followed his actions, except that you got into a rocking rocket. "Why were you sad of being lonely?" euiwoong quipped, question slightly startling you. "I don't know, ung-ah," you rested your chin on your hands, "i just find it empty and weird when i'm not with someone else." "so you're a people-person?" "you could say so." "did you happen to think of anything else?" euiwoong got off the rocking train, then making his way to sit on the swing that was convinently positioned right infront of it. "yeah, i thought of someone." you smiled bitterly, getting off the child apparatus to join euiwoong. "someone?" euiwoong began to push off using his feet. "yeah, someone that means alot to me." you bit your lip. "would you want to tell me about them?" "that someone, is someone that i have known for a very long time. i like him very much, he was always there for me when i needed him at my lowest and got me back up again. my number 1 supporter as well, but there is just one thing lacking." "what is it?" "i dont know if he likes me too." you played with the rubber chain of the swing, absorbed in your thoughts. "that's...sad." you could hear a tint of jealousy bubbling in euiwoong's voice, an unfamiliar tone. "i also dont want to risk this friendship just because of my selfish feelings either." you swinged your legs back and forth, creating momentum. "do you mind telling me who it is?" euiwoong relaxed his legs, as the swing slowly slowed down. "you'd need to promise me something," you dragged your feet on the concrete floor below the swing, stopping it. "what? is your crush Jihoon sunbae-nim?" euiwoong joked, as you playfully shoved his swing, making him lose balance. "i'm serious!" "okay okay." "you know how i told you that i'm actually friends with him for a very long time right?" you could feel your cheeks turn pink, as you looked away. "yeah" "i've friends with you since we were babies right?" you tried to give hints to euiwoong, but he didn't seem to get it. "yeah?" euiwoong frowned, utterly confused. "i like you, euiwoong-ah!" you finally confessed, cheeks burning. "m--me?" euiwoong's eyes widened, pointing to himself. "yeah, you," you shifted on the swing seat uncomfortably, not sure of what to do. Was euiwoong going to hate you now? sever ties? "i'm sorry i shouldn't have said that..." you bowed your head in regret, the looking up to read euiwoong's expression, which seems unreadable. "just, forget whatever i have said, i can always get over my stupid feelings and--" euiwoong pulled the chain of your swing seat towards him, making you gasp in surprise. his eyes then flickered slightly to your lips, then slowly closing in to place his lips on yours. you closed your eyes, relishing the feeling of your crush's lips on yours. the both you you pulled away after a good 10 seconds, almost forgetting the need to breathe. "i like you too, y/n" euiwoong smiled, embracing you despite the creaking rubber chains.

"mom! i'm home!" you stepped into your home, with your hands interlocked with euiwoong's. "how was the movie?" your mother emerged from the kitchen, taking off her apron. her smile slightly faded when she saw your interlocked hands, "e--euiwoong?" "we--we're a couple now," euiwoong stuttered, slightly anxious of how your mother would react. "finally!" your mother exclaimed joyfully, "oh my i thought it would take forever for you guys to be and item-- i'm so happy for you two." "uh, thanks, mom?" you thanked her sheepishly, turning to euiwoong. "you two can go up to y/n's room first, i'll bring snacks." "you dont have to do that, mom."you tried to stop her, but she was already taking out the strawberries to wash. "my room is a little messy, please don't mind," you attempted to tidy up the stuffed animals on your bed, as euiwoong looked around your room. "isn't that the penguin i got you?" euiwoong pointed to the stuffed penguin on your study desk. "yes it is, it also helps me to study." you smiled as you picked it up, hugging it. "wow, so it's more effective than i am?" euiwoong pouted, with his hands around your waist. "no way, it doesn't gives me cuddles like you do." you pecked his lips sweetly, making him giggle. as euiwoong was about to kiss you back, the door creaked open, as the both of you repelled each other at the speed of light. "i'll leave this here okay?" you mother settled down the bowl of freshly cut strawberries on your bedside desk. "and leave the door open, no funny business." "yes ma'am," you and euiwoong replied in unison. as your mother left, euiwoong tickled your sides playfully, making you squirm and fall onto your bed. he caged you in between his arms, smirking. "doesn't this seem too cliche?" euiwoong whispered lowly. your cheeks turned red, eyes looking away. euiwoong laughed, placing a small kiss on your forehead, "i love you." "you're so greasy," you slapped his shoulder playfully, "i love you too."