#and then i barge in the room anyway and sit in front of gyu to show him my award

[sugarcherriess]

GOOD MORNINGGGGG

I saw Beomgyu in my dream and then woke up to this image so I’m having an amazing day already. Anyway I will be around today so let me know what’s goin on with you all because I miss interacting and I love you

Also. Milk. Where ever you are. I miss you 💔💔💔💔💔

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[berri-zen]

ch 3: you never noticed him??

summary: where y/n is a regular at a small record store across campus but fails to notice the store’s other regular customer; the quiet kid in your society class - park jongseong or “jay” as he’s more commonly known by

warnings: mentions of food, one curse word (if theres any i need to add, lmk!!)

wc: 832 (lowercase intended!)

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stepping out of the bathroom, you saw a small piece of paper sticking out of your purse.

odd, you thought. you opened up your purse to see a small note.

xxx-xxxx-xxxx

until we meet again

-pjs

park jongseong you sly motherfucker.

laughing to yourself, you grabbed your phone from the dining table along with the scribbled paper and flopped onto the couch. you put jay’s number into your contacts and shot him a message. may as well thank him, you thought.

you smiled to yourself, putting your phone on charge and headed to the kitchen to get something to eat. before you could, you heard loud and desperate knocking on your door.

“y/n open up!!” sunoo yelled through the door. you had barely opened the door when he barged through the door, threw the bag he was holding onto the couch and dragged you to your bedroom. he sat you and himself down and turned to face you.

“you, my dear friend, have some explaining to do.” you laughed and turned to him. “explain to me why you walked into my mother’s cafe with park jongseong.”

“wait you know him?” you shot sunoo a confused look. “how?”

sunoo looked at you, puzzled, before he gave you an astonished look. “y/n you have a brain the size of a peanut, he’s in our society class.” your jaw dropped. sunoo tried to keep in his laughter - keyword, tried. he ended up failing and laughing at your dumbfound reaction. “you never noticed him?”

“no? did he transfer recently??” sunoo shook his head while clutching his stomach and falling back onto the bed from laughing.

“y/n, he’s been in our class since the start of the year. he sits towards the back and hangs with heeseung, jake and hoon.” your lips formed into a thin line, still looking at sunoo who was now wiping tears away. he sat back up and said “y/n you really need to pay attention to what’s around you.”

“moving on,” you started, getting up from the bed and moving into the dining area where your purse was still laying. sunoo followed closely behind you. “in short, i left my purse at the campus record store when picking up my new vinyls and jongseong just so happened to be in the store too. i didnt realise i left my purse there until i missed my bus due to not having my bus pass and-”

“so he ran after you to give you back your purse despite yeonjun telling him not to and he offered you a ride back since you missed the bus?” sunoo finished your story and you looked at him surprised.

“how did you-”

“y/n as soon as you mentioned ‘lost purse’, i had my suspicions. so that’s how you two ended up at mum’s cafe, then what?”

“then he took me back here and drove off before i could ask for his number to pay back later, or so i thought.” you threw sunoo your purse and he took out the small piece of paper with jay’s number scribbled on it.

“y/n l/n you got a guy’s number?? in particular, the park jongseong’s number??” he started jumping up and down, picking you up and spinning you around. “you are literally living the life of a romance novel hello??” putting you down, you shrugged and grabbed your purse back from sunoo.

“mh, and we’ve organised to meet again on friday after his classes to grab coffee so i can pay him back.”

“you already planned a second date?” the sound of keys jingling filled the room as your brother stepped in.

“what’s this about a date? and for that, a second date?” beomgyu said as he put his backpack by the door and took his shoes off.

“y/n has a date with jongseong on friday.” sunoo shrieked. beomgyu looked up shocked.

“jongseong? you mean park jongseong? that quiet kid who always looks like he’s up to no good, jay?” sunoo nodded. beomgyu looked at you sternly. “y/n, explain.” you rolled your eyes.

“gyu it’s not a date, first off. he dropped me back here this afternoon after i missed the bus because i forgot my purse and bus pass at the record store. he ran after me to give me back my purse and offered to take me home when the rain hit.”

“and he bought y/n coffee and gave her his number after.” beomgyu looked somewhat astonished by the events you and sunoo just told him. sunoo waved the piece of paper with the number around in front of beomgyu.

“just be careful around him, y/n. i dont trust him…” he put some groceries and a basket onto your kitchen counter. “anyway, mum said to deliver these to you. i think it just some of her-”

“her and grandma’s cookies! thank you gyu!.” you threw your arms around him and rushed to grab a plate. “who wants some?”

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a/n: if youve read this far, thank you so much!! i apologise for posting this a week later than i hoped to - school got busy so posting chapters might be a bit irregular ://

i hope you have enjoyed record store boy so far!!

- zennie <3

[17-imagines]

[request] [scenario] downpour

21: “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?” 30: “It’s not what it looks like…”

(ur welcome!!!! ya’ll, i cried various times writing this. inspired by jihoon’s lyrics for ioi!!! enjoy)

Title: downpour 

Member: jeonghan

Genre: angst - post-break up // good ending

Word Count: 1903

What exactly is ‘love’?

The definition varies for everyone, really; someone’s definition of ‘love’ could be a warm blanket and food, another’s a tub of ice cream and kitten cuddles.

Yours was…

Yoon Jeonghan.

He was sunshine and rainbows, the moon to your stars, the smile on your face.

Was.

He’s now the rain to your clouds, the tears strolling down your face and the headache that just won’t go away.

His legs are no longer tangled with yours, his eyes are no longer on you and his hand isn’t perfectly fitting in yours.

He’s a faint memory of heavy rain, thunderous clouds and wet footsteps.

You’re jolted out of your state of self-loathing by a clap of thunder, followed by a flash of lightning that illuminates the dimly lit library. You run a hand through your hair and let out a tired sigh, because the document in front of you remains blank, and there’s an X over the wifi connection.

“You can’t be serious, hyung - you’re studying when we could be, I don’t know, playing video games back at the house?”

“You’re kidding, right Gyu? Did you come to university to graduate, or be put on probation?”

The two voices begin to spit insults at each other, and it would be a lot more helpful if you were writing a paper on why boys were stupid, but you aren’t.

You shut your laptop, not like you were going to get anything done, anyway, because with the storm brewing outside, it's bringing back memories you shouldn’t remember.

You recognize the fraternity symbol embroidered onto the back of the arguing males’ backs, a diamond with cursive reading ‘SVT’ below it, and the lump in your throat grows larger, your heartbeat quicker.

You do your best to not draw attention as you fling your belongings into your backpack and jerk your laptop charger out of its outlet.

You’re almost home-free when you realize it’s pouring rain, and you’re umbrella-less. 

“Hey, are you al- “ You turn at the voice, taking a few steps back from the male who unconsciously smiles, expression softening at your all-too familiar eyes and lips, breath hitching in his throat, struggling to finish his sentence, “-right… Are you… Um, gonna be okay out there?”

An ache settles into your chest when you meet his eyes, so you quickly avert them and turn away, towards the heavy wooden doors. “Yeah. I will.”

“You don’t sound too sure. Wait here, I’ll lend you my umbrella.”

He doesn’t wait for a response, and you can hear his footsteps grow quieter as he walks away.

You’re not going to let him do this for you, because you don’t need false hope to mend your aching heart, so you push the heavy door open, ignoring the call after you, and immediately walk out into the quad, rain drenching you from head to toe.

The heavy door that shut seconds before swings open again, wet footsteps ensuing.

“I know you hate me but it isn’t a reason for you to get sick.” You continue walking, not trusting yourself to reply, because it takes everything within you to refrain from crashing into his arms, sobbing.

You feel a warm hand around your wrist and you almost melt.

“Please, look at me. Don’t be like this. It’s about your health.” Your eyes don’t wander, focused on the puddle beneath you, the puddle your shoe is currently drowning in. He sighs. “Just let me help you.”

You don’t reply, so he decides to take action, pulling you gently, guiding you down a path covered in leaves and lined with flower bushes.

“...Where are we going?”

Your voice is quiet and unstable, but he is so glad to hear those four words, even if they aren’t what he wanted to hear.

“To get you dried off and warm,” is all he says, the grip around your wrist loose enough for you to shake it off, for you to take off running towards your parked car.

But you don’t, and he’s glad.

He takes you to a two story house with all its windows lit, but unlike the other houses that are littered with people drinking and partying, there’s only the sound of a movie playing and manly screams.

His room is well, his room, and resembles the room he had back in high school. Clean, give or take the mess of clothes and books on the floor. He approaches you with a hair towel and a sweater you oddly recognize.

He reaches for your wet strands but you stop him, taking the towel from his hand. “I can do it. I’m not a kid.” The words sting, not only him but you, because you don’t want to hurt him, but he hurt you. Far worse.

“Right. I’m sorry.”

He turns away when you strip off your damp jacket, leaving you in your undershirt. You hold out the sweater he lent you, recognizing the worn out sleeves and stretched out logo, almost breaking into a smile until you realize where you are, and how inappropriate it is. 

You pull it on, wordlessly.

He opens his mouth to speak when the door is pushed open, a half-naked male entering, scratching his head.

“Jeonghannie, we ran out of sham- “ The male pauses, taking a few steps back, noticing the clothes on the floor and the sweater loosely hanging on you. “Shit, did I…”

“It’s not what it looks like, Cheol. Not a good time to barge in.”

“Right. Sorry. I’ll be… Gone. Bye, (F/N).”

It strikes you odd because you’ve never spoken to ‘Cheol’ in your life, and even odder when Jeonghan closes his eyes, grimacing at the male’s use of your name. 

“How does he…”

“He knows everything.”

“Oh… I forgot, guys like to talk about their ‘achievements’. I get it.” You shift glancing at his desk, cluttered with notes and candy wrappers, to only catch sight of a polaroid, the same polaroid you keep in your wallet, because you keep ‘forgetting’ to throw it away.

“Don’t belittle yourself like that. You’re not an ‘achievement’, you were my first. You are my first.”

His voice breaks and the bed creaks as he sits on it, ruffling his hair. “You’re so, so important. Don’t ever think anything less.”

“Not important enough,” you snort, shutting your eyes. “I can’t do this, Jeonghan. I don’t want to talk to you.” You pick up your fallen over bag, slinging it over your shoulder, heart heavy. “I have to go.”

“There’s no way you’re going out in that weather. Umbrella or not, you’ll get caught in the eye of it and get hurt.”

“Since when did you care about what happens to me, Jeonghan?”

You reach for the doorknob, turning it when a quiet, soft voice breaks through your defense: “Please, stay with me.”

It’s those four words that break you, your backpack slipping off your shoulder, tears streaming down your face as your vision blurs.

It’s those four words that Jeonghan couldn’t bring himself to say all those month ago, on a night like this, a downpour like this.

He can only say them now, to hope he isn’t too late.

“I’m sorry, jagi. So, so sorry.” He leaves his seat on his bed to envelop you in an embrace you melt into, arms all-too familiar and hug all-too warm. He feels wetness pool against his shirt, and his hand finds your hair, running through it.

“Why did you leave me, Jeonghan? I miss you everyday.”

“I miss you everyday, too.”

“You don’t. Liar,” you grumble, punching his chest lightly. “You’re happy here. You know everyone. I only had you, and you left me.”

“I do. I’m sorry.”

“You’re not sorry either.” You continue to lightly punch his chest, only to have more tears spill over, your sobs breaking through the quiet room.

“I am. I can’t stand to hear you like this. Please, jagi, stop crying.” He rubs your head softly as your body trembles against him, vulnerable and tired.

“Why?”

“Why?” He repeats, slowly, carefully. “Because you deserve better than a high school sweetheart, a loser in a fraternity who sings. You deserve someone who deserves you.”

“You aren’t!” You protest, wriggling out of his arms, crossing yours. “You’re everything to me. You don’t deserve me, but I deserve you.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t. I hurt you. I… Broke you.”

“It… It doesn’t mean you can’t fix me.” You wipe your eyes with the sleeves of his worn-out sweater, staining the fabric a shade darker. “I’ll stay with you, but you have to stay too.”

He smiles, white teeth and all, pulling you into hug, warm lips on your forehead. “I will.”

He wipes your tears softly, gently, kissing your reddened cheeks, holding them in his hands. He misses this, misses you, and never wants to let go of you. Never again.

He holds you close and tightly, and when he wakes up in the morning he’s afraid to open his eyes because last night felt like a dream.

But there’s a weight on his arm, legs entangled with his, and hair in his face.

And he knows you’re right there beside him.

-

“Please tell me you brought your umbrella.”

He shakes his head, almost smiling.

“Why are you so happy about that? We’re in the same situation as last night.”

“Because…” His hand finds yours, intertwining, tugging you onto the first step, into the rain. “It doesn’t matter if we both get sick, since we have each other.”

He pulls you into the middle of the quad, spinning you, holding his arms out to catch rain on his face.

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”

He nods giddily, grinning, pulling you close.

His lips find yours, a pleasant warmth compared to the coldness of the rain drenching the both of you, and he smiles against you, holding you against him.

“We’re making another memory in the rain. A happier one.”

Your definition of love was Yoon Jeonghan.

Now it’s the sound of rain, a warm kiss, and the feel of rain on your skin.

His definition of love has always been you. You, and the pitter-patter of rain.

‘It’s alright, it’s just a passing downpour.’

bonus aka why seungcheol knew about u

[09:17 PM] jeonghan to ‘why are we called 17 if there are 13 of us’: someone buy cold medicine for me plz

[9:18 PM] 17’s visual dad to ‘why are we called 17 if there are 13 of us’: ok i will but explain why (f/n), the girl who made u cry every night is in our house ??????????????????????

[9:18 PM] jeonghan to ‘why are we called 17 if there are 13 of us’: oh…. we made up.

minghao changed the chat name to ‘this chat name is too long’

[9:19 PM] 17’s visual dad to ‘this chat name is too long’: so.. no more crying at night?

jihoon-goon changed the chat name to ‘shut up im sleeping’

[9:20 PM] jeonghan to ‘shut up im sleeping’: yeah!

minghao changed the chat name to ‘only children sleep at this time’

[9:21 PM] 17’s visual dad to ‘only children sleep at this time’: good.