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gumbxz · 2 years ago

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steve harrington x mixed!reader

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takes place in season 3 !! reader is the cute girl that works at taco bell- while he was the cute guy that works at scoops ahoy! you both have a lot of chemistry. like lingering touches. longer gazes. all that !! you’ve been giving steve a lot of signs that you like him but sigh..he still has googoo eyes for nancy. and once again. my readers brown 🤭basically a mix of brown and brown 🤭(srry i love having poc readers 💪🏾)

genre// angst ! plenty of chemistry 💯soft ending..

all your coworkers knew you had the hots for steve harrington. they honestly didn’t expect you to like him since you didn’t seem like the type of girl to go for guys like him. they always questioned why though.

“he’s like a total idiot! why do you even like him?”

“he’s like a mix of dumb and handsome..the whole package, y’know?” you smile at your coworker as you fix your hair.

“no i mean like ! there are waaay better guys ! why even him?”

you glared are them for a moment and just roll your eyes.

“because these ‘better’ guys aren’t even that great. they’re just frat boys that wanna fuck? helloo???”

they sigh and just play with the bell by the register, still confused on what makes him so special.

to you, personally, what makes steve harrington so special is the way he is. the way he moves. the way he talks. everything about him. everything about his is everything you could ask for.

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robin exclaimed as she was looking at the score board. she was shocked that steve finally had a point, and a lil upset about it.

“i mean it’s just no shot. she has to be playing with you steve, because there is like - no way that a girl likes you for just being- you!!”

steve was nodding to himself and resting a hand under his chin, feeling like the most intelligent man in the world.

“i know right ! i don’t have to be a total dick for her to like me, she just like.. likes me!”

“hm, must be nice- oh and look who’s here.”

robin points out and steve slowly looks in her direction and sees you coming towards scoops ahoy. you must’ve just got off your shift. your tote bag rests on your shoulder as your work clothes are peaking from inside of them. your eye shadow was a little faded from sweating. but you still looked pretty.

“don’t wave ..don’t wave..”

robin warns him to not wave and look like a total dumb ass, but he does so anyway. he gives you a silly smile and does a lil wave while his other hand rests on the counter.

you give him a smile and that just shoots him right in his dumb heart. “hey guys, has it been busy?”

“yeah yeah super busy..” steve says he can’t stop looking at you.

“um.. kind of, it’s been okay. a mix of both.” robins finishes and nudges steve with her foot, drawing him away from your charm.

“oh yeah- but uh, you just finished?”

“mhm, i actually was supposed to finish around 4 but they let me go at 2.”

“wow, must be nice, wish we were in your position, right steve?”

“mhm yeah definitely.”

you giggle at him and just lightly tap your nails on the counter, thinking of what to get.

“can i get ah—“

“—oreo ice cream in a cone? you got it.”

“wow, i didn’t even finish. can’t believe you remembered.”

“holy shit i can’t believe you remembered.”

robin was completely stunned by how straight this situation was and it made her honestly gag. but she was happy for the man steve. he deserved it.

but there was always that small lingering voice in steve’s mind as he scooped your ice cream. a voice he never really much liked. a voice that would constantly say. ‘why are you worrying about her, did you forget nancy?’ ‘nancy still wants you steve.’ ‘her and jonathan are failing. it’s time you stepped in and be the man she needs.’ all these voices kept him up at night or when he was usually alone in his mind. but he tried not to overthink.

he gives you your ice cream. your hands touching for longer then 5 seconds. he really just wanted to ‘make sure’ it was held tightly in your hands.

“and here you go, hope you enjoyed this scoops ahoy adventure.”

“thanks steve, oh and how much is it again-“

“- don’t worry it’s on the house.”

“aw stevie.. thank you. well i guess i’ll see you guys around, hm?”

they both said bye as they watch you leave and he watches you go, watching you leave like a sad puppy. robin could only shake her head.

“you should totally ask her out on a date, steve.”

“what- really ? i mean i’ve been thinking about it but i don’t wanna seem weird like. we’re just friends, you know ?”

“oh steve…” robin just gave steve a worried look, she couldn’t believe what he said and just rested a hand on his shoulder. looking concerned.

“steve steve steve! i see the way you look at her. and you have it bad my friend !”

steve has to think really hard. but then finally realizes what robin says. “you’re right robin. i should ask her out right now.”

he was about to book it out of there until she grabs him by the back of his collar, stopping him in place. he just looks back with confusion.

“not right now mister. you wait for the right time.”

“but what if it is the right time..”

“no. it’s not. look i’m just saving you from embarrassment alright?”

steve can only pout as he rests his arms on the cold ice cream case with his head resting on it.

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you and steve were both closing and decided to catch a bite. both of you were sitting at a bench near the water fountain, stuffing your faces to some delicious burger king. steve watches as you take a onion ring to his mouth and notices the way you smile at the taste.

“holy shit, i haven’t eaten all day. thanks for buying my food, stevie.”

steve noticed the nickname you called him and played it cool as if he didn’t notice.

“pft, yeah sure ! what’re friends for?”

“but for real, i really do appreciate it.”

the way your dewy brown skin looked in colorful neon lights made his heart throb at the sight of you.

“hey are you like, free next weekend?” you begin to ask him and his attention returns back to you. even though they were already on you, he was more focused on what you were saying now.

“next week? yeah i should be.”

“well, did you wanna like. catch a movie together ?”

steve was a lil butt hurt that he wasn’t the first one to ask, you had beat him to the punch. but he was more happy that you wanted the same way too.

“yeah! um does 8:00 sound good?”

“mhm, sounds great.”

“it’s a date then.”

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this was you and steve’s first time hanging out outside of work, or outside of just daily work attire everyday. this was your first time actually hanging out. and you were more excited then you should be.

you got all pretty and wore matching colors. the colors had matched your make up and clothes. a literal look. steve on the other hand was dressed nicely but casual, he still looked mighty fine with that shirt and collared jacket combo.

“and then two tickets for uh..”

“nightmare on elm street.” you finished and he looks back at you stunned for being the type to enjoy horror movies.

“alright, two tickets for nightmare on elm street.” the person behind the glass asked. which you both reply with a “yes” at the same time.

you guys were getting all set for the movies, with your candy and popcorn and drinks in hand as you made your way to catch your film. steve opens the door for you and let’s you walk in first which you shoot him a smile as you walk in first, he follows behind as you find seats that was perfect for the both of you.

as you both got comfy, steve was eating his popcorn while you were waiting for the movie to begin after all the commercials.

“say, i didn’t take you to be the type to enjoy scary movies. you don’t get scared?”

“no, why do you?”

“what?? no.. steve harrington? he could never.”

“alright then. but if you need someone to hold your hand like a little kid, i’ll be right here.”

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during that entire movie. both of you were actually a little scared. constantly holding one another when something scary would pop up. he drove you home since you told him you actually walked here and he insisted on taking you home instead of having you walk him, especially at night, and maybe because of the movie you both watched.

“i mean like, the plot twist wasn’t expected but- it was just expected you know?”

“yeah, you got that right. the amount of blood was just horrible.”

“right. hey, i had a really good time today. thanks a lot steve.”

“i had fun too, so thank you for that. you were the one to ask me.”

it was a pleasant conversation through the entire car ride. his car pulls up to your home, and this is just his first seeing your house. he puts the car into parking on the drive way and opens his door, telling you to wait. he comes running back to your side and opens your door and you just smile and shake your head.

“how charming of you.”

“i do the best i can, y/n.”

he shuts the door close after you leave and walks you to your front door and you both stand there, not really sure what to say next.

“i really did have a lot of fun today, y/n. we should like, do it again?”

“yeah, we should. maybe we could get dinner some time? like doesn’t have to be fancy rich but like, a tiny bit fancy.”

“for sure! well, i’ll see you on our next date.” he was about to leave before you stop him.

“wait- can i.. can i hug you?” you ask him and he slowly turns at that. you wanted to hug him? steve was offered a hug after a long while of being touch starved? hell yes.

“sure! bring it in.” he gives you a bear hug. your arms wrapping around his neck as you have to stand on your tiptoes. his arms felt so nice around you, a little too nice then you expected. the hug was nice. it felt good for the both of you, but it sadly needed to come to an end when the light of your front door turned on, that being a sign for you to hurry up.

“well, um.. you have a goodnight, y/n.”

steve let’s go of your, resting a hand on his hip as he has a hand on the back of his head, leaning against the wall next to your door.

“yeah, you too!”

he watches you for a moment, your face changing from bashful to focused. and then that’s when you make the move. you give him kiss on his cheek. and it takes him a while for it to register and he just stands there like a deer in headlights.

“have a goodnight steve!”

you say happily before opening your door and closing it lightly. from behind the door, you fell to the ground as you held a smile on your face. your hand was resting on your heart and you couldn’t believe how bad you had it for him.

“my heart is beating so fast..” you say softly to yourself as you try to catch your breath. but everything was moving so fast as you sit on the ground.

steve stood outside your door for a solid 3 minutes before finally gaining consciousness. he was beat red and couldn’t stop thinking about the sly move you made. he just had to pray to god that he would be able to be cool with you for the rest of the week.

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your guys’ dinner date finally came around. you made reservations on call and told steve about them. he told you he would’ve been coming a little late, around 5 minutes later but you were totally fine with it.

you got all dolled up for him as you sit nicely and look around the restaurant seeing everyone with their lovely dates. you felt a little left out but didn’t think too much about it.

5 minutes turned to 10. 10 minutes turned to 30 minutes. 30 turned into 1 hour. you began to grow impatient. the waiter kept coming back to check in on if you were ready and you had nicely asked if he could get you the check.

“here’s your check. hey, i’m sorry to hear about your shit of a date on showing up. he had no reason to stood up someone as pretty as you. you seem fun to be around.”

the cute waiter tried to calm you down with sweet words, it didn’t help much but you appreciated his efforts.

“thank you though, i appreciate it.” you say before getting up and going.

the moment you see steve tomorrow at work was the day he would remember.

you were more then hurt. you were heart broken. disappointed by him for what he did. didn’t he like you? you thought he did. unless something changed. what changed ?

(meanwhile…)

steve was getting ready but his mind started to drift to memories. memories of nancy. where he used to love her. but now that he has found someone new that loves him. he’s not sure of himself. should he still hold onto an old flame?or move onto someone new. he doesn’t know if he misses nancy. or if he misses the feeling of being inlove.

he liked you a lot. but he wasn’t sure if he loves you. maybe he does. all these thoughts kept nagging up. they’ve been nagging him since they moment he’s met you.

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the next day was horrible. steve didn’t get any sleep. the loud overbearing thoughts couldn’t shut up as he rest. also due to the fact that he literally stood you up. that’s nothing like him.

he saw you walk past scoops ahoy and wanted to talk to you. he needed to talk to you. but you probably hated him. hated everything he did and everything that he was. you couldn’t blame him. he was stupid. stupid to hold those intrusive thoughts instead of telling you. he didn’t just hurt himself. he hurt you too.

“okay steve. you are acting really weird. what happened on your guys’ date ?”

“i chickened out on our date.”

“what the hell? you idiot steve! you are the definition of dingus. why didn’t you go?”

“because i couldn’t stop thinking about nancy, but i don’t want nancy. because i want y/n, but i just- shit. i can’t think.”

he couldn’t take it and threw his hands on his head in distress and his head was resting on the counter of the cash register. luckily it was empty so steve was able to have a break down. robin rubs his back in reassurance. trying her best to be their for her friend.

“i’m not interrupting anything am i ?”

oh no. oh no no no no. you were here. infront of him. seeing him at this moment. seeing him weak infront of you. he wanted to curl up in a ball and die. you probably wanted him dead.

“y/n!! didn’t see you there! how’s it hanging?”

steve instantly “lit” up at the sight of you, trying not to seem awkward.

“hi steve. hi robbie.”

“hellooo” robin says as she gives steve a pat on the back and whispers to him. “good luck.. you’re gonna need it.”

she left him. all alone. facing only you.

“steve.”

he couldn’t do anything, he was so worried about what you might say to him, what you might even think of him.

“steve.”

you probably are heartbroken now because of him. you’ll never be the same again.

“steve !”

your voice brought him away from his thoughts.

“hey, are you okay? if it’s about like you chickening out, it’s fine. you probably have bigger things going on.”

“what? no no ! it’s not that it’s just- yeah it’s actually that.”

“well.. what is it.” he sighed to himself as he grabs your hand and brings you to a booth in the corner he sits next to you and lets out a long sigh.

“i don’t know if i still like nancy, but i like you, and i want to be with you. but nancy was super shitty to me, and i know you’ll treat me right but i’m just afraid of making the same mistake again.”

“oh ! well, if you’re not ready for a relationship and all that.. you could’ve just said so.”

“what?”

“i get it, old flames suck. and trying to find new people suck.”

“wow, thanks ! i um i’m sorry.”

“apology not accepted, just because you feel the way you feel doesn’t give you an excuse to treat someone horribly, that hurt steve.”

he was so amazed in the type of person you were, you were like bossy but not bossy, you were understanding and compassionate.

“you’re right, it’s unforgivable it’s just. i have a lot on my mind.”

“am i at least part of it..?”

“yes- and no it’s nothing bad. i really do like you, like a lot. maybe too much.”

“you really do?”

“yes, y/n. i really do.”

you smile and grab his hand, your hands always looked so pretty. there was always something about them that just made him go soft. maybe it’s the way they felt. the way they felt in his. the way they fit together, as if you were made for him as he was made for you.

“am i dreaming right now?” you asked and smile at him.

“man, if this was a dream, i don’t think i’d ever wanna wake up from it.”

“ew, that’s so corny steve!”

he couldn’t help it. he wanted to be with you. after a while of fighting his intrusive thoughts. he could finally let go. he was free from the toxicity. he was finally able to love.

you hug him and he hugs you like there’s no tomorrow, making you let out a breath from being held tightly.

“stevie.. you’re squeezing the life outta me.”

“sorry- i just, i’m so inlove with you i can’t.”

“you’re lucky i love you back. you big dumb dumb.”

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this fic was a bit rushed but- i do not care.

-gummy

#steve harrington angst #steve harrington x reader #mixed reader #steanger things #steve harrington #Spotify

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xpeachesncream · 4 years ago

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acquainted | ten

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summary: the biggest goal of a grad student is to get through school in one piece - no petty drama involved, no sweating over the little things. however, that plan almost always never follows through. sometimes, you can’t help but fall into the most unthinkable, unexpected traps and learn the hard way. like, exhibit a: being unable to resist your engaged, substitute teacher, kim seokjin.

pairing: jungkook x reader x engaged!teacher!seokjin

genre: grad school au, student life au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 2.7k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, jealousy, some good car sex w/ breast play, straddling, fingering, a lil spit play

note: to the anon who requested the one shot, i promise i have it done - i can’t post it juuuust yet tho lol

tags: @laurynne5 @yiyi4657 @miinoongi @teamtardis-notdead @bluesharksandfish @photographic-girl @yonkoghan @moonchild1 @thebeebi (pls msg me if you would like to be added to the taglist!)

"How was your date, Jungkookie?" Hoseok asks as he forks into his salad. Jungkook sits in front of Hoseok and Yoongi, while Namjoon and Jin sit off to either of his sides. Kook does a simple chuckle with his nose scrunched as he's digging into his fries.

"Good." He smirked.

"Oooh, Jungkookie has a girlfriend!" Hoseok laughed, causing both Namjoon and Jin to shoot looks at each other while shifting in their seats.

"No, but I hope to ask her out."

"Wait, like really ask her to be your girlfriend?" Yoongi chimed in, his gummy smile coming forth with a small high-pitched laugh. "How cute."

"Yeah, I want to. Not right at this moment, but I've already been planning on how to have this talk with her about being exclusive."

"Aw, our Kookie is growing up!"

"Shut up." Jungkook laughs. "I just really like her. She's beautiful, and smart and fun to be around."

"Are you seeing her today?"

"No, but I'm gonna hang out with her tomorrow. She has stuff to get done."

"Do you see her a lot?"

"A good amount, but I try not to suffocate her."

"Jin, you haven't said anything. What's up with you?" Jin looks up from his plate, eyes quickly roaming between all of them.

"Sorry, I just knew all of this already. It's nothing unexpected." He gives off a fake chuckle.

"Grace issues?" He shrugged.

"Sure, but this isn't about me." They nod and shift their attention back to Jungkook. Whew.

"Have you gotten her in bed?"

"Woah, Yoongi? What the fuck." Namjoon laughed.

"I'm just curious and we're always honest with each other right?" Joon shoots Jin a quick look before shaking his head at Yoongi.

"No." Kook chuckled. "I mean I don't care for it much. If she isn't ready to take that step with me then I won't force her."

"What a gentleman! Jin you taught him well." They laughed. Jin is reciprocating the energy with a small smile, as that's the best he can do right now. He didn't want this topic to come up only because he did already know how Jungkook felt about you. Yes, he felt bad, but also, he didn't want to let up on you. He wasn't going to, and Namjoon can easily tell he wasn't over you even though he told Jungkook to go for it. He hated having this silent competition. He knew his feelings for you were growing and he couldn't help but feel like a child over it.

I saw her first. I got her first. Me. Not you.

And so their conversation over an early dinner gets put to rest, Jin thanking God that no one pressed him more about Grace or why he truly wasn't saying much. They were all too caught up in Jungkook's feelings. All, except Namjoon. Jin gets to his classroom a little early to get himself together for class, gathering all his thoughts and feelings about you, Jungkook, Grace, etc., and pushing it to a far, far corner in his mind. At least, until class is over.

[Namjoon] 5:04pm: You couldn't be any more obvious.

[Jin] 5:05pm: What are you talking about now?

[Namjoon] 5:05pm: You're still seeing her. Or, let me rephrase - You're still trying to pursue her even after you told your brother to go for it.

[Jin] 5:06pm: It's complicated.

[Namjoon] 5:06pm: Seokjin, please. What did I tell you? Don't start this mess.

[Jin] 5:07pm: It'll be fine, okay? I appreciate the concern but stop worrying about me.

He sighs as he paces around the front of his room. The real reason as to why you weren't hanging out with Jungkook tonight was because of him. He needed to see you. Feel you. Touch you. Be close to you. There was also something he needed to bring up, hoping you'd agree to it.

Namjoon was right. The concern is valid. However, if things pull through the way Seokjin expects it to, then he knows what he has to do from there. He'll know how to approach this better. Hopefully.

Seeing you in class makes him feel at ease. He loves the little smiles you send his way when you both make eye contact. He just loves to look at you. Smiling and laughing with your friends. Your serious face when it's time to focus. He has it bad for you.

"Alright, class. Get those in to me on time by next week and I'll think about the movie." Jin laughs as the class has mixed reactions while packing up their things.

"But Mr. Kim it's a really good movie, don't you think we deserve a little break in class?" Taehyung whines as he picks up his bag.

"I always think you guys deserve a break, the movie though? Not sure if it's my cup of tea."

"Awww come on, just once." The class whined, making Jin laugh that adorable laugh he has. It was cute to see how adored Jin was by your classmates. He truly was a great teacher and made it a safe environment for everyone. Completely inclusive.

"I'll sleep on it. See you guys next week." He smiles and flashes a wink at a couple of people leaving the classroom saying their goodbyes. He stands at the front, his hands dug into his pockets as he looks at you and Ryujin coming down the steps - always being the last to leave.

"I'm counting on you, Mr. Kim." Ryujin says, flipping her hair.

"Counting on me for what?"

"The movie." She turns to look at you. "And other things." You shove her out the door before looking over at Jin, who hasn't stopped chuckling.

"You heard her." He nods.

"Pick you up in a few?" He asks, almost at a whisper. You return the nod and smile before walking out. You silently walk next to Ryujin, thinking about what tonight would be about. Not gonna lie, you were excited to be alone with him again, even if that meant being in his car, sitting in silence. The thought alone made you happy. The thought made you push through the day just to get to this point.

"Are you seeing him?"

"Yeah." Is all you respond to Ryujin with.

"Be careful, okay?"

"I know." Ryujin knew you weren't going to let up on Jin easily. She too, just like Namjoon, could tell that you had developed deep feelings for him, yet she just didn't know how you would approach it. Whatever it was though, she was going to have your back and be there for you. She just wished you had told the boys because handling you alone is work! Extra support would have been nice!

Getting home, you toss your things aside and start working on a few assignments until Jin is texting you that he's outside of your building. You feel a little nervous, as if it's a first date when it's really not. You step out of the elevator and into the lobby, just to see him ahead in the driver's seat. He has one hand resting along the wheel while he's scrolling through his phone in the other.

"Hey." You say as you hop into the passenger's seat. He puts his phone down and looks at you, his head tilted towards you and rested against the headrest.

"Hey pretty girl." He softly smiles as he leans over to kiss you on the lips. "Want some ice cream?" You laugh.

"Really?"

"Yeah, why not?" He begins to drive off, taking you to a nearby ice cream joint.

"How was your day today?" You ask him as he's roaming the streets looking for parking.

"It was alright. Went to work for a bit and met up with the boys for an early dinner before class."

"How was that?" He keeps his eyes on the road.

"Mm, good. I love sitting around and hearing about my brother's feelings for you." You chuckle at his sarcasm.

"You're dramatic."

"Call it what you want." He says. "It's still not fair."

"You can do something about it, you choose not to though." You straight up tell him. He parks his car and looks over at you, a small smirk plastered on his face.

"So, do you want me to do something about it?"

"Jin, please. Don't turn this on me. You're the one whining." You get out of the car. It was true. He kept talking about Jungkook and how he couldn't stand it, but yet, his ass was over here doing absolutely nothing. You expected that much though, because what? Was he just going to up and leave his fiancé because of a little jealousy? You honestly didn't think it was that deep for Jin. Maybe a little bit of a competition, but nothing too serious. And that was honestly the most painful realization for you.

You probably weren't worth it.

"I'm not whining, love. Trust me." You subtly roll your eyes at the weak comeback, but you don't throw in a rebuttal. Were you worth it? It was hard to read Jin sometimes. There were days where you felt like this could be more, then there were days where you felt dumb as hell for even having the thought cross your mind.

Like right now, you feel like this could be more with the way he's letting you taste his ice cream, his hand below your chin to catch any melting ice cream from dripping onto your clothing. He takes his cone back to his lips at the same time he's raising the napkin to the corners of your lips. You're both sitting in his car, overlooking the bay and the San Francisco skyline view in his back seat. There's a walking trail in front of the small lot his car is currently parked in, but no one is around. It's just you, Seokjin and your ice cream cones.

"Mmmm, thank you." You say gobbling up the last bit of your cone.

"You're welcome." He chuckles. "How was your day?" You shrugged.

"Same old." You fold your leg onto the seat while the other draped over it just so you could turn and look at Jin. You lean your head against the seat, watching him eat the last bits of his cone. You admired him, and you couldn't help but marvel at how absolutely breathtaking he was. The goddamn nerve. He was literally sitting there in a hoodie and jeans and you thought he was the most endearing thing.

"Sounds fun." He clears his throat as he tosses the napkin into the cup holder in front.

"Why'd you bring me out here?"

"I just wanted to see you. Is that too much to ask for?" He looked at you. "I missed you."

"You see me in class."

"It's not the same and you know it." He cocks his head to the side again to look at you. "Come here." He grabs your hand to pull you closer to him and leans in for a kiss. You rest your hand on his neck as you continue to kiss him back, the sounds of slow kisses being exchanged filling the car. You climb onto his lap as the kiss deepens, your hands gripping Jin's face while his warm, soft hands explored inside your sweater. "You drove me crazy the other night." He whispers as you slightly pull away.

"Good." You respond, bringing your lips back onto his, slowly grinding your hips into his.

"Fuck." He hisses. He quickly aids in removing your leggings before unbuckling his jeans. You feel his hardened member underneath his boxer briefs against your clothed folds, causing you to slightly tilt your head back in pleasure. You feel his hands travel up to your bra, unhooking it and raising your sweater to suck on your nipples freely. You feel his tongue working in circular motions on your hardened bud, causing you to let out a breathy moan. His eyes wander up to your face, slightly shutting close when he sees how much you're enjoying this. He moves to the other breast, his free hand cupping the one he had just removed himself from, tongue exploring your nipple. His hand moves down to aggressively hook your panties to the side, giving him room to swipe his fingers up and down your wet folds.

"Oh shit." You slightly jerk at the sensation, his long fingers taking their sweet time spreading your wetness all around your pussy.

"You're so fucking wet." He keeps his eyes on you and watches your eyes roll to the back of your head when he inserts two digits, pumping them in and out. It's incredibly hot to him how fucking wet you are, the sounds of your pussy now echoing in the car.

"Jin, ohhhhshit." You mewl. "I'm gonna cum." He continues to pump his long fingers into you, the feeling of both pain and pleasure radiating throughout your body. He curves his digits upwards, tickling your core to send you hurdling over the edge. You buck in your position from how hard the orgasm hits you, Jin's wet fingers swiping your folds and gently caressing your sensitive clit. You squeal, the overstimulation becoming a little overbearing but it feels so fucking good. You unbury his hardened member from his boxer briefs, letting your spit dribble down onto his cock as you play with the pre-cum pooling at the head.

"Oh fuck, Y/N. Don't do that shit." He tilts his head back in pleasure. You silently chuckle as you jerk him, getting his dick a little wet before hopping on and filling yourself up with it.

"Ugh, why do you feel so fucking good?" You moan as you fix your position onto him, slowly riding him and easing your way into it. You slip his two fingers into your mouth to taste yourself, his fingers still dripping from your cum.

"I-I've been wanting to fuck you so badly." He lets out a breathy moan. "The things you do to me."

"Yeah?" You say, picking up the pace as his hands guide your hips and direct your pace.

"Just like that, baby." He groans. You love when he called you baby. It made you want to give him all of you.

Your hands are resting on his shoulders, gripping tightly as you grind your hips in a steady motion. You cock your head back in pleasure, Seokjin's hands gripping your breasts. You begin to roll your hips slowly, a louder moan erupting from both him and you.

"I'mgonnafuckingcum." Your words mesh together, unable to speak clearly at how good he feels deep inside of you.

"You're so tight. God, you feel so good, gonna cum with you." Sooner or later, a roll of the hip or two in, your coil is spiraling out of control, causing you to yell Jin's name as you scratch onto his clothed shoulders, his fingers digging deep into your skin as he fills you up at the same time you're milking his dick.

His head slowly raises from against your chest, his cheeks tinted and eyes slightly glazed. He smiles up at you, his lips locking with yours once more before you climb off to clean yourself.

"Y/N." He says, tucking himself back in and getting himself situated in the seat.

"Hm?" You hook your bra back together and fix your sweater.

"I'm going to LA this weekend for a quick business conference." You furrowed your eyebrows, unsure why he was telling you this. It's not like you asked him for a daily play by play.

"Okay, have fun?" You chuckle.

"Meet me there." He looks at you. "I have to be there by Friday morning, but I know you still have work and school."

"Meet you.. in LA?" He nods.

"I really want you to. I'll buy your plane ticket. But also, know that I'm not forcing you." He slightly sighs. "I just wanna be able to spend time with you and do other things together besides fucking each other's brains out."

"Um," is all you can respond with. Because hell to the fuck yes you wanted this. But you weren't sure why you were hesitating? Maybe it was a big jump and you were scared of taking it? The lies you'd have to tell people about where you would be going this weekend? It was all such a mess. Such a huge, huge mess. Part of you also felt like this would be such an easy way for Grace to find out.

"You don't have to tell me your answer now but— just know it'll make me really happy to have you there with me." He looks at you softly, a small smile creeping at the corner of his lips. Perhaps, you were worth it.

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dokifluffs · 4 years ago

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Help | Kuroo Tetsurō

Pairing: Kuroo X Reader (gender neutral)

Genre: teheh fluff, maybe a lil suggestive

Request: “HIII uhm i have this idea but idk how it's gonna flow so can i request it to u lol it's kuroo with a classmate oc who pretends not to understand the lessons and comes to kuroo for help but actually just wants to get his attention LOL TY IN ADVANCE ???” - anonnie

Author’s Note: sorry you had to wait so long for this to be posted aakjshahs i had quite a few reqs i had to fulfill and post before this one 😅 but here it is! Thank you for requesting, anonnie! and you’re welcome~~ Happy reading!

People around you ate their lunch but you chose not to- not yet at least… not when he wasn’t here yet

Looking at the lab in front of you, it was so simple and so straightforward, it made you feel a little embarrassed at what you were doing

But all you had to do was wait for him since you needed all the “help” you could get since the class was “challenging” for you

Reading over the directions for the second time to spare time, it was so painfully easy

All you had to do was perform several experiments and for each one, write out an equation and indicate which kind of reaction it was- composition, decomposition, single replacement, or double replacement

You really could’ve done it without any parter or anyone. You excelled in your STEM classes but if it you “struggling” just a little meant help from him and his undivided attention on you, so be it then

After letting out a bored sigh for the nth time, he finally appeared

He peaked his head through the door and stepped in when he saw you, giving you a little smile

It was happening again. Your heart beat faster when you saw his smile, the way the uniform, that so many others also wore, fit him so well

The uniform actually looked since since he was tall and his stature broad

He settled his blazer and bag down on the counter beside the window out of the way and sat in the stool beside you

“So what do you need help with today?” He asked. He rolled up the white sleeves of his uniform shirt, revealing his nicely tanned, and toned, arms, resting them on the black lab table, leaning forward and close to you

His eyes were so so enchanting. Since the two of you sat at the lab stations in the back of the classroom, it was beside the windows so the lights made his hazel eyes seem so golden and ethereal

“Uh, reactions and um, equations,” you snapped yourself out of it, glancing at the paper you had stared at since class

“Hm, let me see..” He took the paper and slid it in front of him, reading through it

You sat on the stool beside him, waiting for him to finish reading through

This was almost always the routine. Whenever you needed help, you made sure to take the opportunity to ask Kuroo

“Did you already eat?” He paused from his reading, looking over to you

You shook your head. “I didn’t want to eat while doing the lab”

“Well, very lucky for you, I remember doing this lab last year. And.” He leaned closer. “I can help you out with the actual procedures,” he whispered, sitting back up to continue reading. “Plus you need to eat so you can grow taller or else you’ll just stay as my arm rest”

To which this comment made you slap his arm playfully but he insisted you ate anyways

He made sure you watched how he did the procedure, every step so next time if you guys did it again in class, you wouldn’t be “clueless”

He pointed out which ones for you were which kind of reaction, explaining thoroughly as to why they were those

He glanced back and forth to you, catching the way you nodded along to his words, your eyes wide looking at the reactions, differentiating them

Now it was time for you to write out equations

He wrote out one of them for you, helping you out and letting you try them out

You nodded along, tilting your head every now and then pretending you were understanding for the first time

When he let you try it out, you did the second one slowly, putting a wrong number here and there, mixing up the variables for Kuroo to correct you

After getting it right, you tried the third, going a little faster, getting the “hang” of it

When it came to the fourth one, you got a little carried away and did it flawlessly

“When’s this little game going to end?” He asked, resting his chin on his folded arms, looking to you, making you freeze

“Game? What are you talking about?” You stuttered over your words, furrowing your brows

“This game, where you pretend to not know what you’re doing,” he slid your paper away and took the pencil from your hand, setting it aside. “After the first few times, I actually thought you needed help but you’re as transparent as glass”

“I played along but I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty over it.” He stood from his stool, standing up and resting his arms on both sides of the lab table, trapping you in the little space where students sat

He leaned close to your now flustered face, a light blush tinting your cheeks. “Why don’t we play… a different game?” He looked down to your with his teasing eyes but it was like there was something behind them that you couldn’t figure out

“What kind of game?” You bashfully asked

“Any game you want. What do you say?” He leaned close, his voice and breath hot against your ear, one hand taking yours

~~~~~ Thanks for reading! Masterlist for more! Please do not repost anywhere else!

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sleeping-on-cracking-ice · 4 years ago

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hiii!! hope you are well, may i request a super duper fluffy minho x reader where they are both having late night talks about life but minho is not taking reader seriously?? but it ends up to a very cute cuddle session (fluffy please :>) thank you :DD

I made it as fluffy as I could! I hope you like it! 💕

Understanding | Lee Minho

{Stray Kids Masterlist}

Members: Lee Know

Genre: fluff with a pinch of angst

Summary: You want nothing more than to talk to your boyfriend Minho about his emotions, but he won’t take you seriously

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: minor swearing

*reader is gender-neutral

Minho has never been the best with deep conversations. Having the personality that he possesses, he makes it rather hard for people to bring up serious topics with him. His teasing and somewhat impertinent aura always overrides people’s determination to become emotionally vulnerable around him.

Minho wasn’t aware of this fact. He was quite socially dumb sometimes, not being able to see that his friends and those around him can become quite sensitive to his bickering. Everyone knows he can sometimes go too far, it was just part of Minho’s personality. Even then, there would always be someone to tell him to stop, which he never argues with.

After meeting you, his significant other for four months, he knew he had to learn to be more careful with his words, never wanting to hurt your feelings or make you uncomfortable.

He wanted nothing more than for you to be able to become emotionally vulnerable around him. He always knew that serious conversations were not his strong point, but he was willing to try his best for you, in case you were ever in a situation where you want to talk to him about something significant.

You yourself always struggled with opening up to people. Although you loved Minho with your whole heart, his attitude sometimes made it even more of a struggle.

Recently, you’ve been trying to bring more serious topics into your chats with Minho. Things like being anxious about work, feeling overwhelmed from minor things and just overall your true thoughts and emotions. He would definitely convey that he’s trying his best to look after you, talking in a sweet tone and cooing at you, but it seemed a bit too baby like. You wanted to just discuss it with him, not be babied.

He seemed to have taken it as you being upset, when it was more that you wanted to just talk to him about deep subjects. Honestly, you had always wished to hear his honest thoughts on you and why he feels the way he does about you. You wanted your relationship to be a mix of both fun, teasing, laughing moments as well as loving, honest and emotionally affectionate moments. But obviously at that moment both of you were only accustomed to one of those.

You didn’t particularly blame him because you knew your relationship was still quite new. But you knew you had to become more emotionally vulnerable around each other if you wished to stay in a relationship together.

One day, you had had quite a frustrating day. You woke up late, your alarm clock not going off, meaning you had to rush out of the house to get to your university classes, not having time to give Minho a goodbye kiss. Then you were yelled at by your professor, leaving you annoyed and upset. At lunch, it only got worse when you realized you rushed so quickly out of the house you forgot to pack anything to eat.

You came home, soaked from the rain because you didn’t look at the forecast and didn’t take an umbrella, trudged through the door and threw your bag onto the bag hook aggressively. Minho had the day off, having been at dance practice and the recording studio so often during the past few weeks, so you saw him in the kitchen cooking some pasta when you walked through the house.

“Hey Y/N! How was your day?” he asked without looking at you. You didn’t answer and walked up to him briskly, throwing yourself around him and rubbing your face on his upper back. He jolted in surprise. “Woah! Haha, someone’s excited to see me,” he giggled with a cheeky smile on his face.

Although, his smile dropped when he heard small little sobs coming from behind him. He felt you grip his shirt into your fists, pressing your face harder into him.

He turned around and looked at you in worry. He wasn’t sure what to do. In the short time you have been together, he has never seen you cry. He’s seen you shed a tear while watching a sad movie with you, but he would usually tease you for it. Seeing you cry like this made his heart ache.

“Baby,” he cooed. He pulled you into his chest, kissing the top of your head and fiddling with your hair as you sobbed quietly. “Sorry, I’ve just had such a shit day and I wanted a hug,” you mumbled into his shirt.

Minho stayed quiet for a short moment. “Of course,” he said hesitantly. “Anything for you my lil’ muffin.”

Minho tried his best to comfort you for the afternoon. He wanted to treat you like a queen to make up for the stressful day that you’ve had. He was a little bit awkward, patting your head at random moments and wiping your tears with a tissue.

You appreciated the effort he was putting into making you feel better. It made you feel less embarrassed for crying in front of him. You became happier about the ordeal because this was the first time he has really seen a weaker side of you, and he was taking care of you perfectly.

Later that night, you two were getting ready to climb into bed together, feeling tired from both the yucky weather and the frustrating day. You had gained back your happy and cheerful personality, making Minho glad that you were feeling better. You both joked around playfully while brushing your teeth in the bathroom, him pinching your waist making you almost choke.

After you had gotten changed into your pajamas, you clambered into your bed where Minho was already laying, looking at something on his phone.

You crawled up to him and leaned over him on your elbows, looking at his face in curiosity. He glanced at you from his phone and smiled, poking your cheek with his finger. “What do you want?”

You thought for a moment. Maybe this was the time to actually open up a bit. Minho had been taking care of you all afternoon, making you feel so loved and happy. It would be just the icing on the cake if you could have a cute conversation with him before sleeping. It would be a nice break to your usual antics of bantering and teasing every minute of every day.

“What are you staring at?” Minho asked, snapping you out of your daze. You smiled and looked down into his eyes before beginning to talk.

“Minho, where do you see yourself in five years?” you asked, being serious about the question.

Minho giggled and looked back at his phone. “Weird question but okay,” he answered, making you frown. “I’d want to be on an expensive yacht drinking champagne like a king.”

He wasn’t looking at you, so he didn’t see that you didn’t smile to laugh at his response. “No, I mean where do you see yourself with me?” you tried again.

Minho smirked and looked at you mischievously. “I mean, will we still be together in the next five years? I think we would end up tearing each other apart out of annoyance.”

You could tell he was joking, but you thought it was rather cruel to say after the day you’ve had. He was having one of those moments where he goes a little too far with his teasing, but you didn’t have the patience to deal with it that night.

“You know what? Forget it Minho,” you said coldly. You pulled yourself underneath the duvet and rolled onto the other side of the bed, facing away from him.

Minho felt the harshness in your words, and he realized you weren’t joking. He put his phone down on the bedside table and sat up to talk to you, panicking a little about belittling your feelings.

“Wait baby, I’m sorry. That was probably a bit mean of me.” he said sorrowfully as he shakes your arm to get your attention.

You rolled over and looked at him. “Well yeah it was. I mean we’ve had such a lovely afternoon together and I actually thought you would have a nice chat with me before we sleep considering you were so worried when I came home crying.”

Minho looked into your eyes and brought his hand up to your cheek to stroke it. “I know, I’m sorry Y/N. I shouldn’t have said that, it was insensitive of me,” he mumbled, looking at you with so much love in his eyes.

You laid there for a second, enjoying the feeling of Minho’s warm touch on your skin, feeling comforted already.

“Come here,” you said to him.

Minho laid right next to you and let you wrap your arms around his shoulders in a close hug. He closed his eyes and leant his forehead against yours, his fringe and breath tickling your face.

“I’ll be honest,” he finally spoke up. You opened your eyes to look at him. “I want to stay with you for as long as possible. You make me feel so at home and happy. I would never be able to find someone who matches with me just as well as you do. I wonder everyday how you manage to deal with my teasing and blunt honesty, because I know if it was anyone else, they wouldn’t be able to handle me.”

You tightened your arms around him and chuckled at him. “You’re right, Minho. No one else can handle you and your sly tricks. You’re lucky to have me.”

Minho looks into your eyes and how they were reflecting the moon’s light that shone through the window next to your bed. “I know I am,” he said.

He leaned into you and pressed his lips to yours in a heated kiss. You moved your lips against his slowly, enjoying the moment while it lasted.

Minho wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his body and rubbing your skin lovingly. You felt so loved and safe in his arms, happy that both of you finally had a moment where you showed your true deep feelings.

Finally, you pulled away from his lips and he chased after yours, making you giggle and place a hand against his chest so you could speak. “Thanks Minho, I love you so much,” you admit, rubbing your nose against his playfully. He smiled and looked away from your eyes, flustered.

“Aww is my tough boyfriend flustered by me?” you teased, pinching his waist making him squirm.

“Shut up,” he whined, ticking you back.

You both fell asleep soon after, facing each other and feeling each other’s breaths on your faces. Minho was finally beginning to learn how to be more sensitive and open about his and yours emotions, and he was happy to keep trying his best to be the most amazing boyfriend you could ever have, as long as he got to cuddle and kiss you like that every night.

Author’s Note: I want to clarify that this was not at all written with the intention to bash Minho’s real personality! This is purely for fictional purposes!

I hope you enjoyed anon! I added a bit onto the storyline if that’s okay.

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closer-stars · 4 years ago

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Good Thing - Mingi (3)

Member: Mingi with some appearances of the other members Genre: Fluff, overall good stuff, maybe a lil drama mmm Requested: Yes Word Count: 9k Content: Y/N shy. Mingi babie. Wooyoung doesn’t know how to keep secrets. They’re finally lovers. Note: HELLO THIS IS THE FINAL PART TO GOOD THING. First time writing this much. What was supposed to be a one shot became a 3 part series THE HECK. Also I should try making a divider soon. Pls give this as much love as you did with the previous parts.

Part 1 ,Part 2 here

Since your competition was finished, your days have gotten a lot quieter. You had to admit, you looked a little better as compared to the weeks that lead up to your competition. Though, instead of heading home early, you spend your time by the stands in your school’s basketball court. It’s time to repay his kindness you thought so as you wait for his training to finish, you continue to review your notes for the upcoming exams and requirements. There were times where you’d stop poring over your laptop screen to watch his team practice various drills and sets. Most of those times were spent watching Mingi in particular be in his zone. You had to admit, it’s interesting to see Mingi be in this state. In the years of your rivalry with him, his eyes would always narrow at the sight of you, jaw clenched as he would try to keep himself from making a scene (spoiler: it usually fails), the cocky lopsided grin he dons when he sees his friends with you.

You see the similarities of it on the court. Even if this is just practice, he already has his game mode on. He’s not fazed by his other teammates trying to get the ball from him or break his focus. The amount of times he fails to make it to the net could be counted on one hand. He really is the standard for the future members of the team. Despite the coach only talking of what to improve on and what to focus on, he didn’t seem fazed by it. You could see that while he was more physical on cheering for the other members, Yunho was more verbal. Their differences shine on and off court: Yunho on the defense, Mingi on the offense. Put both of them in court and it looks like a force to be reckoned with. No wonder your university has been the champions for the past four years. You weren’t that familiar with all the faces in the team, you did keep to yourself for the most part but you were familiar with how they had an impressive fan base outside the university. They were athletic with nice faces, God really played favorites.

You look at the time and it wouldn’t be long until their training finishes. You’ve gotten used to eating dinner with him and occasionally with Yunho as well. Did you mind how late it would go? Not really. Late night trainings has eventually made you a nocturnal. The same could be said for them, except those two are a little better at dealing with the morning. You pack your things up once you see their coach call it a day for them. Some of the boys were walking slowly around the court to cool down while others immediately made their way to their training bags.

Yunho manages to see you waiting by the stands and waves at you, how he has energy still after such a grueling time is beyond you. He nudges at Mingi and you can only assume that he’s telling him that you’re here based on how he looks around wildly until he catches sight of you. A timid wave is thrown to them as you make your way down the steps. Mingi picks up his back and he looks up at you while you look down at him from the elevated platform. “What are you doing here?” He asks you with a smile that tries its best to stay hidden.

“Waiting for you to walk me home, d’uh. Are you ready to grab dinner?” You tease with a roll of your eyes. The sharp gaze from earlier has shifted into something softer as you tease him. Thanks to your quick reflexes you manage to avoid his fingers tapping your chin.

“C’mon then. I’m hungry as hell.” He states while patting his stomach. Mingi calls for Yunho if he wants to join for burgers and burritos. Knowing that human sized golden retriever, he wouldn’t say no to burritos. If your package deal is you with Wooyoung and San, the same could be said for Yunho and Mingi. It was rare for you to see one without the other, save for when Mingi picks you up from training. His best friend practically sprints over at the mention of burritos.

“Let’s go!” He hollers as he continues to sprint out the court, leaving the two of you in the dust.

Dinner wasn’t as stressful as it was in the past, if you were eating with the two of them, you opt to just listen to the two of them banter about anything and discuss their classes and training.

“I can’t believe you're about to leave me alone in this team.” Yunho says with a sulk, cheeks puffed from his burrito. Mingi rolls his eyes again and makes a face at the male.

“I’m still going to visit your practices while I still don’t have a job yet, dumbass.” Mingi returns. “Besides,” he continues before taking a bite out of his burger. “Have you already considered who you want to take over your position once you become the captain?” This is a conversation you knew too well so you opt to just watch as each guy speaks.

“What do you think of Jongho? He’s got a lot of potential. Incoming Junior too so once I leave, he’s got a year of experience leading the team with me.”

All Mingi could do while his mouth was full was to nod and give a thumbs up. “Someone to balance your hyperactiveness too.” This makes you snicker into your food, causing two pairs of eyes to look at you. “What?”

You shake your head. “Nothing, it’s just a conversation I’ve had also with my team.” You let them continue as you finish your meal. It takes a while before they finish their meal, stalled by their constant back and forths about what’s due the following day and what isn’t. It only ended because you suggested to look at the calendar for that class. Yunho’s right: Nothing’s due the next day much to Mingi’s relief. Eventually, Mingi and you split ways from Yunho, not that he minds. He also knew how coffee runs in your veins.

Once you and Mingi are left alone, he lets out a sigh. One that was mixed with exhaustion and relief. “Are you okay?” You ask with a light laugh as you notice his shoulders drop while rolling his neck around.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just really tired from all the training. Kind of excited to end this basketball stunt I’ve been doing since day 1.” He admits with a laugh. You don’t know how it happened, but your conversations with Mingi have been happening more often now. The two of you don’t seem to run out of things to talk about, should there be a lull in the conversation, it wasn’t a big deal. Everything just felt comfortable and peaceful. As peaceful and comfortable it can be for graduating students that is.

He opens the door to the coffee shop for you before following you inside. Your table was also free: perks of being a regular you suppose. The staff catches sight of you and already prepares the usual for the two of you. “The usual yeah?” The woman behind the cashier asks you approach the counter. Mingi had already drifted to your table, relieved to have his legs rest once more. When you arrive at your table, you already have all your orders on your tray.

“Hey careful.” Mingi chides gently as he helps you settle everything down onto the table. You hum a soft thanks for his help. Usually, when the two of you were in this coffee shop, Mingi had his earphones in as he worked on his laptop. This time’s a little different. He’s still on his laptop but he had no earphones in.

“Did something happen to your earphones?” You ask, not used to the sight in front of you. Some people would have their gazes linger at the two of you, and you already know it’s because of Mingi. You keep quiet about it, already certain that Mingi knows of it. He doesn’t seem to mind it as much anymore though. It takes a while before he tears his gaze away from his screen and you couldn’t help but want to squish his cheeks at how adorable he looks when he looks at you; pursed lips that make his cheeks puff out and wide eyes. You know better than to do so in public like this though.

The two of you were just friends after all.

“Ah, yeah. One side doesn’t work anymore, so I just don’t bother to bring it.” He explains as his pursed lips turn into a faint pout. He really didn’t show his softer side in public but having you around him makes it come out more often. You reach through your bag’s pocket for your earphones then hand it to him.

“Here.” You say simply. “I don’t need it right now anyways.” You reassure him when he looks at you with the same wide eye look. He gingerly takes the earphones from you and plugs it into his laptop. You were about to continue looking through social media when you noticed his expressions. He pulls out one bud and looks at you as if you grew two heads.

“Why is your earphones’ sound quality so good? I can hear everything in my music.” He explains, as he tries to look for the brand name on the wire.

Your mouth was open to reply but you stopped yourself quickly. Why did ‘Babe’ flash in your head instead of his name? It takes you a few moments to regain your composure. “Mingi, the brand’s kind of not that important. The specifications are what you should be looking at. I can show you after your game this weekend.” You explain.

His jaw falls slightly ajar at the explanation. Why didn’t he think of looking at that? “It’s a deal then.” At least he has something to look forward to after his game, something to wake up to the following day.

After an hour or two so in the coffee shop, you were ready to head home, Mingi much more. He takes a few minutes to stretch his aching muscles before practically deflating on his seat again. “Mingi, come on.” You laugh, amused by his antics. “The sooner we get home, the sooner you can sleep.”

Witha whine, he caves and pushes himself up, hoisting his bag over his shoulder. “Let’s gooo” He mumbles through a stifled yawn.

The walk up to your dorm was quiet, mostly from how his exhaustion was setting in his bones. “Get some sleep okay?” You say before you step into your living room. He nods almost like a child, rubbing his eyes with the back of his knuckles. You gaze at him for a moment, and before you knew it you had your hand cupping his cheek. “Just a few more days, Mingi. You’ll be free from this after.” You reassure him.

He stops his movements when he feels your hand gently rub against his cheek. Your voice takes a softer tone. His heart does something funny at how you talk to him and he doesn’t realize how he leans into your touch. A deep breath. “I know. I’ll get going now, yeah.” He says, as he wraps up your earphones neatly before handing it back to you. “Thank you for this, by the way. Good night.” With that, he makes his way to his place. While his body aches for rest, his head and heart need to go through some reflection.

What are these feelings?

You close the door gently and shake your head, unsure of how to describe your feelings. You glance at your earphones for a moment, a small frown on your features as confusion sets in. “Whatever.” You mumble as you drop off all your stuff by the couch as you wash yourself up. You need sleep.

You wake up, vague images of your dreams slowly melting away from your consciousness. Even if these images were hard to decipher as you become more awake, it’s hard not to miss the messy mop of hair that Mingi has. What was he doing in your dreams? You look at the time. 7AM. Already a message from Mingi greeting you a good morning, at… 6AM? How much sleep did he have?

From chats post training until arriving at your dorm, to being the first one you talk to in the morning.

[ You ] How much sleep did you get, mister?

You push yourself up, to ready yourself for the new day.

[ Mingi ] Five? Four hours 30 minimum.

You can’t even get yourself to be mad at that. You’ve done the same just to prepare for your competition. So instead, you sigh.

[ You ] Make sure you catch up on sleep soon.

[ Mingi ] :p

You wonder how you’re able to put up with his stubborn antics.

On the times where the two of you have the same breaks, he would be with you with San and Wooyoung. Same for you with Yunho. Sometimes the three of them with the two of you, on those occasions though, your cheeks hurt from trying to keep your laughter in. When Mingi and Yunho had to leave for their class, leaving the three of you alone. Once the two were out of earshot, San and Wooyoung started to bombard you with questions.

“Really?” San starts, arms crossed as a privy smile creeps onto his features.

“What?” You ask, unsure of where he was going with this. A small part of you knew where it was going though.

“Dude, it’s obvious.” Wooyoung adds, his grin a lot more overt than his best friend’s. “Don’t think we’ve seen how you look at Mingi.” He continues, flailing his loose fists at you, clearly enjoying your flustered state.

A blink. Two blinks. “What do you mean?” You ask, trying to play dumb. San leans forward, as he rests his chin on the palm of his hand. He looks at you like a cat about to pounce. All that was missing was a tail that would swoosh side to side behind him.

“My dear,” he starts as he raises a finger up to your forehead. “You.” poke. “Are.” poke. “Crushing.” poke. “On-” poke.

You repeatedly try to swat his hand away but opt to just lean away from his reach and try to bite his finger. “Ow! Okay I get it!” You groan out in mild annoyance at his childish action. Maybe that’s what you’ve been feeling lately. In love? You weren’t sure yet. Crushing? Maybe. It seems to make sense considering how you’ve been lately. “Is it that obvious?” You ask after a moment, voice a little soft as you wanted to avoid any eavesdropper.

Two pairs of eye rolls. You’ll take that as a yes as your cheeks heat up.

“Only to us cause we know you better than you know yourself sometimes.” San explains.

Wooyoung straightens up in his seat, making both San and you look at him. “You do know that this means our lovely sweetheart here actually has a heart-- ow!” He whines as you kick his shin under the table. This makes San squeak in laughter.

“Excuse me! I’ve always had a heart!” You shoot back with an insulted whine. San pats your head lightly to calm you down. It works, sort of.

San then continues, “Besides us knowing you’re whipped, how do you feel about him?” It makes you pause for a moment as you try to think of how to properly articulate how you feel around Mingi. “The closest way I can describe it is how when you get to dance to a piece that just feels so right for you.” Why did your words fail you now? Just last week, you were able to talk to Mingi in a way that even impressed you. You take a deep breath, finding your heart race the more you think about it.

“Right now, my heart’s racing a little the longer I think about him.” You start, your words stumbling over each other. “I feel more relaxed around him, someone I can lean on also when things just get so tough…” you trail off, eyes jumping from various points of the table. “I don’t want to say that he made my days have a reason since it always had one way or another, but he makes my days feel a little more bearable.” Your fingers brush through your hair restlessly. Finding it a little odd that you’re here bearing a bit of your soul to your best friends in broad daylight, but too late to go back on it. Your eyes drift from the greenery that hang over the terrace to the two boys who have been your partners in crime since Day 1. They don’t say anything to you for the past few moments and it starts to get on your nerves. “Don’t act like the two of you are mute. Both of you are the sole source of noise in the team.”

A flash of something like amusement passes by San’s features. “To be honest, we just hoped that you and Mingi would fix things up before you guys leave but seeing you so whipped for that guy is something Wooyoung and I didn’t expect.”

“What this guy is trying to say is,” Wooyoung quickly interjects, knowing how San’s words can get easily mixed up especially in your ears. “We had an idea to make the both of you make up after the competition season because you have your moments during the season but having that other team constantly steal our usual spot, we kind of just hoped for the best at that point. We’ve noticed it too, stupid. You look happier even during training.”

That kind of stumps you. You’ve had your fair share of relationships-- if they can be considered as such, in the past. To have your thing with Mingi affect you that much that it shows in your performance was a first. You lean back in your seat as you digest everything that has happened. You wonder if Mingi shares the same feelings as you but you’d rather not ask that for now. If anything, you’re fine being just friends with him. You’ll make the most with what you got with him.

“So when are you going to tell him?” Wooyoung asks, before taking a sip of his milk tea.

“What?” You stare at him blankly at his odd question.

“When are you telling him that you like him?”

You didn’t stay in your usual seat on the stands when you watched Mingi practice. The coach didn’t seem to mind your presence since you didn’t cause much of a disturbance. You put your earphones in as you would read through your readings for your final requirements. If the words didn’t register into your head, you’d watch him. If your attention on him drifts back to theories, you would read. You had to admit, you didn’t understand the flow of basketball besides the point system, some no-brainer rules but the technicalities? The diagrams the coach shows them in order to execute a certain game plan? That’s another language. A mental note to ask him about how basketball was made in the back of your head. Eyes drift back to your colorful annotated readings as you spin your pen in your hands. How exactly were you going to connect Aristotle’s beliefs to Capitalism?

You don’t really realize how deep you were into your readings until Mingi crashed onto the seat next to you. His sudden appearance causes you to jump in your seat. “You idiot!” You pull out your earphones as you whine at his antics. He does nothing but laugh at your reaction. It takes a while for you to tear your gaze away from him, even if he’s still sweating heavily, you still found him pleasing to your eyes. From him still wiping down his sweat, you turn your gaze to his team that were taking a breather. The coach had already left the premises by now, it seems. “Where do you want to go for dinner?” You ask, keeping your eyes trained either at the team or at your screen. Why? Because the flash of a shirt came up to the corner of your eye and you already knew from being best friends with Wooyoung and San that he’s changing his shirt right next to you. So much for a heads up.

“Can we get some Japanese food? I’m kind of craving for ramen right now.” He notices your perseverance to avoid looking at his exposed skin, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. To save you from your misery, he quickly puts on another shirt. He lets his towel rest over his shoulder, his hair still drenched from sweat.

You wait for another flash of color, a few moments before facing him. “Sure thing.” You close your laptop and put it back into its sleeve with your readings and pen. He catches sight of the title of your readings and raises an eyebrow at you.

“Philosophy?”

You sigh and shake your head. “I love you and all but I’d rather keep anything philosophical away from my everyday chats with anyone, you included.”

He laughs, denying the skip of his heart at those three words. A hand is extended towards you to hold onto to pull you out of your seat. “Come on then, nerd.”

You don’t know how he has the appetite to finish the bowl of ramen with ease, then again he was tired from his practice. His body was most likely still using the left over energy from his previous meals. While here you are, taking your time with your ramen. “Mingi, there’s no rush. Your stomach might hurt..” You chide him gently. He reaches for a piece of sushi from the plate both of you agreed on.

“Sorry, I’m just really hungry.” A soft smile was shot at his direction. 6AM to 11PM. You wonder how he’s still able to stand on his own two feet after such a long day.

“Just a few more days then you’re free.” You say in return. As you take your time with your meal, you look out the window. You watch the cars come and go, while students either head home, study somewhere or go for a drink. Mingi takes the chance to get a good look at your features, unburdened by responsibilities and competitions, you look content and maybe even hopeful.

“How about a penny for your thoughts?” Mingi says, quoting you, as he leans back on his seat. His ramen was nearly finished, and it’s only now that he decides to take a breather. When you whip your head back to him, the privy smile that makes your lips look a little prettier in his mind results in a mild dazed look on his face.

You chuckle then shake your head. “Nothing important in my head,” you start. “Which is a first.” You say, beating him to it. “I just like being able to quiet down with you is all.” You admit before eating again. “I mean, I know you’re just as stressed with this competition.. I just like the fact there’s no pressure for either of us at this moment.” You quickly add, realizing that he might misunderstand your words.

It’s his turn to laugh. Somehow he feels touched that you always make sure that he doesn’t misunderstand you. By now though, he’s got the hang of it. It’s still ot perfect but it’s progress. He leans his head against the palm of his hand as he watches you flounder around your words. It was a nice switch up, he supposed. From you being so composed and strong, you were now being flustered and bashful. “I know what you mean and don’t worry too much about me. Our team’s gotten a lot stronger as compared to last year, ask Yunho if you want.” He returns, while trying to push back his hair that blocks his view of you. Maybe he should get a haircut soon. “Just come to watch us this Saturday, and you’ll see just how good we are.”

You’d be an idiot to say no to that.

It’s already Saturday and you’re in the arena with your best friends and Yeosang, the latest addition to your circle. It made sense to have him along too to bond with Wooyoung and San for the sake of your team’s dynamic. Thanks to Wooyoung’s tip, you could easily see why you had to wear something that was near your school’s color. It was easier to see who was there to support your school and who was for the opponent. It was interesting to people who looked like they’re the alumni of their respective schools come to watch this game. Various ages and walks of life seemed to come to watch. Did you expect to see your Philosophy professor here too? Not really.

“I think I just saw my Philosophy professor.” You mumble, as you try to hide from her gaze.

“Professor Yang? He’s an avid fan of our games. Remember when I failed that one quiz I kept whining about?” San asks you as he becomes your shield.

“Yeah?”

“That was the one time our team lost a game. He’s a terror professor for a reason but also he’s really good at his thing so I can’t really… get mad at that.” He explains. You remember that day clearly, you’ve never seen San whine and complain to you and Wooyoung so much that day. It took a big helping of fries, milk tea and a new plush toy for him to cheer up. “You’re lucky you took him during the off season.”

The four of you found your seats, good enough to see the entire game and see some familiar faces from your point of view. Your school’s color is the obvious opposite of your rival school. You didn’t really expect the rivalry to be intense but did you expect the roaring cheers from respective schools? You weren’t sure. Considering it’s your first time to attend one of the games in your entire university life, you were walking entertainment for the three boys.

“How are you?” Yeosang asks, trying his best to not show his entertainment to your wide eyes as you watch the crowds bounce to the cheers.

“This is such an interesting experience..” You yell over the cheering, sandwiched by him and Wooyoung as they guide you through the cheers that hype the crowd for the game. Eventually you found your groove into the whole thing and found yourself bouncing with your friends, cheering wholeheartedly.

In the quieter moments, Wooyoung raises the topic of you and Mingi to Yeosang. “What do you think?” Bless Yeosang’s quick wit to understand Wooyoung’s vague retelling. You had to beg Wooyoung to keep it vague considering where the three of you are right now.

Yeosang just looks at Wooyoung, as if you weren’t there when he replies. “No brainer after they hugged him? The flowers were a nice touch too.”

Your ears heat up and before you could hide it, Wooyoung’s laugh has you caught red-handed. “Oh my god shut up!” You whine as you try to cover his mouth. A disgusted yelp bursts through your mouth when you feel him lick your palm. “Ew!” Before he could move away from you, you quickly wipe your hand on his arm. Yeosang exchanges a glance with San and almost immediately, they move a few inches away from the two of you.

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“You ready?” Yunho asks Mingi as he lets his best friend look through his messages one last time before gathering with his team. He says nothing but tosses his phone into his training bag again. The fire in his eyes burns a little brighter this time. He’s doing this for his team, his school and you. One more school cheer among the team before they head out to the court to the roaring cheers from each school. He knows where you’re seated but for now, his focus was limited to what’s inside the four corners of the court.

The game then begins and the stands roar with life again and you stand up from your seat again to watch the basketball teams fight it out for the gold. You immediately spot Mingi running through the other team, managing to score several points for your school before a timeout was requested by the opponent’s coach. Even with the arms of your friends on you, you found yourself mumbling through the cheers as you keep your focus on him and his team. Whenever one team manages to shoot the ball through the net, you look at the scores, hoping that your school eventually takes the gold. Until now, you don’t understand the technicalities but you trust his team. It’s not like you spent several hours last night searching up videos of his past games.

After the time out, the game continues, a tight match as the scores decrease and increase in difference. You don’t realize how long you’ve been holding your breathe as the game continues. You might be at a far distance from the court but you could feel Mingi’s fire to win this game. This is the Song Mingi who is the basketball’s captain for a reason, and for once you can understand why he’s the face of your university.

Half time comes and the cheer teams of each school takes over the court for the time being. Mingi heads to the seats as he listens to the coach discuss the next plan for the second half of the game. He drapes his towel over his shoulders as he downs his water. He was already drenched in sweat, constantly wiping away the sweat that gets close to his eyes. Once half time finishes, his coach gestures to the players to get back out on court. As he tosses his towel to his bag, he catches sight of what looks like you with your friends. After seeing you perform, he could already tell how you looked like from a distance. His lips grow into a confident grin (a money shot for the press), before he jogs back to the court. Soon enough, the cheers fall on deaf ears as he focuses on the game. A fake out here, passing the ball there, avoiding blocks here and there, and the usual two point or three point shot. He doesn’t focus on the points he’s earning for the team. He’s focused on making sure the team moves within one wavelength for the gold.

Another time out and he takes a deep breath to calm himself down. He looks up at the scoreboard with the time left. ‘Just a few more minutes.’ He thinks. Yunho pats his back as reassurance before he heads to the free throw area. It takes a while, buying enough time for his team to catch their breath before doing their best to win this by a landslide. Yunho gets the point and the game soon resumes.

By the last quarter, the cheers have gotten louder but it does nothing to Mingi. His lithe limbs manage to avoid falling into the tricks of the opponent. He spares a glance at the timer.

Five seconds left.

He’s already in the middle of the court.

Four seconds.

He’s still running. ‘Fuck it’. He throws the ball from where he stands.

Three.

Two.

One.

The ball goes through the net in the nick of time, the buzzer goes off and your university snags the gold. Confetti bursts through and fills the air with the color of your university. Press photographers and school photographers flock to the court, hoping to get a money shot of the team celebrating the fourth Gold. The members on the court surround themselves with their teammates and coach, cheering at the top of their lungs with their schoolmates. After the quick celebration, everyone cheers for the rival university as respect and thanks for an intense game. Hands were shaken, hugs exchanged and congratulatory messages were sent to each side. Media have swarmed some of the members, his coach and him. Questions thrown at his direction too fast but he manages to catch the gist in the midst of his euphoria.

“How do I feel? I feel grateful, if it weren’t for my teammates and my coach here, I wouldn’t be here.” Mingi answers through heavy breathing after the intense adrenaline rush. After a few minutes of celebratory cheers, the coach asks the press for their chance to leave the court.

Once out of the court and back where their other valuables were kept, Yunho takes the chance to jump onto Mingi’s back, laughing gleefully at their win. “Who told you to throw the ball from there?! Jesus that was an amazing buzzer beater shot.” He praises, ruffling Mingi’s sweat drenched hair. Mingi stumbles slightly at the sudden weight on his back, thankfully Jongho manages to steady the two boys' rough housing in the room.

“Practice, I guess.” Mingi admits, rubbing the back of his neck. Why else had he been waking up so early the past few days? Even if he didn’t see himself doing this in the long run, basketball is still one of his favored activities. “Hey, Jongho. If you need help with those types of shots, just hit me up.” He jokes.

Jongho takes the chance to snort at his cheeky offer. “You got it, Hyung. Might beat you at it soon.” He teases.

Mingi has a feeling he’ll take over the team with ease and he’s happy with that. Even if he’s on lazer focus on court, he notices how his teammates perform on court and Jongho’s growth has been one of the best. He pats Jongho’s chest firmly. “I look forward to that, Jong. Keep Yunho in line for me too.” He shoots, causing his dear friend to sulk as he becomes the butt of the teasing.

Their coach asks for a final huddle, here he thanks the team for an amazing season and an even greater ending. With that, they do one last cheer before they stream out to where their friends and families wait for them to celebrate the night.

A small part of Mingi starts to hope that you were there waiting for him too.

The moment your school won, you were jumping on your spot excitedly with your friends. You crouch down eventually, sighing in relief once it sets in that Mingi was bringing home the gold. Just like he promised. It took you a few moments to gather your strength and stand up again, greeted by the sight of colorful confetti that bore the colors of your school, the basketball team jumping and celebrating over the court while photographers scramble to get a good shot of them celebrating for their respective media articles. Your best friends were jumping around, and with the rest of the people who cheered for your school, all of you cheered one last time.

You can’t see how Mingi looks but from his repeated bouncing and arms around his teammates, you can already see how ecstatic he was. Heck, you can picture his grin spreading across his features until his eyes turn into small crescents, until his laughter booms from his chest. Perhaps you were whipped for the basketball team’s captain.

People start to stream out of the stadium, so you wait for your friends to follow suit. You find your throat feeling a little scratchy from the yelling and cheering you’ve done. It was worth it, you thought. Seeing someone succeed and be with their loved ones until the end, while it’s a good thing to experience, seeing it from an outsider’s point of view was just as good. Especially if it was someone you loved.

“So how did you find your first and last game, hm?” San practically purrs as he uses your back as his next armrest.

You stumble a bit at the sudden weight on your back, so you pinch his side lightly. His yelp being music to your ears. “One for the books, San. Especially with the three of you.” You state as you find yourself laughing with delight. The endorphins and adrenaline are still running wildly in you.

“Can’t believe you even got something for Mingi.”

At Wooyoung’s teasing, you try to hide the gift from his view, quickly followed by you attempting to bite his prodding finger. Yeosang couldn’t help but find delight in Wooyoung’s expression as he manages to avoid your teeth by a mere centimeter.

“Let’s go before our little captain here starts to shake in nervousness just to meet Mingi.” Yeosang added.

If you had to be in the same car with them on the way home, you weren’t really sure if you could deal with their teasings.

The four of you find yourselves, waiting for the rest of the basketball team to come out to bond with their friends and families. While you were already in good terms with Mingi, you let him bask in his parents’s love and pride for having done so well out there. You guess that the other guy, who shared some resemblance to him, is his older brother. He ruffles Mingi’s hair much to the younger’s demise, not that he minded though. They got the gold. It takes him a few minutes to spot you over the bustling crowd. You were with your friends and he couldn’t help but smile even brighter at the sight of you.

He introduces the four of you to his family. A situation that you found all too familiar from a week ago. His family takes this cue to let him be with his friends and team, saying that they’ll meet him with the rest of the team in the restaurant that has been reserved already-- win or lose, all of them were to eat heartily for such an impressive journey. You catch the knowing glint in his mother’s eyes and you already could tell what that look means. Whether it was for the better or for the worse, you don’t dare look at how Mingi reacts to such a look.

“What do you have there?” Mingi asks, gesturing at the paper bag you had in your hand.

Not now.

“Oh, I went on an errand earlier.” You lie, as you raise your shoulders. Somehow he buys this and informs where everyone’s eating tonight.

“Barbeque?!”

“Yeah, but if you guys order alcohol that’s not on us.” Mingi says quickly before San could say anything.

“None of you are getting drunk and riding my car.” Wooyoung interjects quickly. As much as he would like to see San and Yeosang make a fool out of themselves, he’d rather not have to clean after them in his car.

“We’ll be there. See you there.” The way you phrase it must’ve been funny to him as he chuckles softly.

“Why are you asking? I’ll definitely be there.” Mingi returns. He’s now the one squishing your cheeks together, much to your insistent complaints.

Neither of you realize that Yeosang has managed to take a photo of the both of you.

Fast forward to all of you meeting in a rather impressive barbeque restaurant. Wooyoung was running his mouth, amazed and curious to how they managed to snag an entire restaurant for the team, friends and family. The most your team could do was reserve a few tables, a huge difference from theirs.

“We need to know how they got the entire restaurant for themselves. Next year’s competition: we’re taking this place.” Wooyoung says before snatching a small piece of dried fish with the seasoned spinach.

You watch as Yeosang and San try to calm him down, too excited over the idea of food. Your gift for him was trapped in between your legs. Though you doubt he’d eat on the same table as you, you couldn’t help but hope still. The three of you agreed to let Wooyoung choose which meat cuts to order as he had the best knowledge when it came to food. None of you expected Yunho, Jongho and Mingi to crash themselves onto your table. It had even made Wooyoung jump in surprise, coughing on a small bean sprout.

“I thought you guys were going to eat as a team!?” San exclaims over the sudden boom of the music over the speakers, staff yelling at each other for the orders, and the chattering of friends and families.

“Nah, everyone just agreed to let everyone eat in one place then have everyone eat with whoever.” Jongho explains.

“So we decided to eat with the captains who are leaving their respective teams.” Yunho adds, with a small whine. No wonder he got the nickname Golden Yun-triever.

As the two continue to be mischievous, Mingi manages to take the chance to sit next to you. “So nice of you to join us, golden boy.” You say, soft enough to make sure no one hears your conversation, but loud enough that only he can hear.

“Don’t tell me you thought I was going to skip this opportunity to eat with you and our friends.” Mingi shoots back with a lopsided grin before taking a long sip of his water.

You wonder if there was an underlying meaning in his words. Your questions are covered up by a snicker. These wonderings were pushed to the back of your mind when Wooyoung tells everyone to make space for the trays of meat that your table has received. It eventually becomes him and Jongho taking turns cooking for everyone on the table for the first round.

As the night goes, laughter and stories were shared. An occassional yelp of pain when the grease from the grill and meat jump onto someone’s skin. You notice that it’s only now that your two cooks had started eating. You snatch the tongs from Wooyoung’s grasp. As he’s about to ask for them back, you shake your head. “Nuh-uh, mister. You are going to continue eating as I cook for you and everyone here.” Mingi quickly follows you, getting the tongs away from Jongho’s plate.

“Since we’re leaving soon, we should probably make this our parting gift to the next captains of our teams.” adds Mingi to your reasoning.

“This is your gift to us? Yet you got something fo--” Before San could say anymore, you shoot a piece of cooked pork belly into his mouth.

“San, you better not talk with your mouth full.” He pouts but does as he’s told. Who would say no to being fed?

Not now.

Once everyone was sated, Wooyoung asks where should they get dessert. All of you leaning back a little for some air, and for the food to digest. The water was some sort of relief but with the grease from the meat and side dishes, it could only do so much. Yunho suggests to have slushies, a good break from the heaviness of the meat and the humidity from the cooking meat.

“We’re not paying for the desserts, by the way.” Yunho adds before Wooyoung tries to take the more expensive option, much to the younger’s dismay.

Your group decides to leave the premises to get something sweet, some of you bidding goodbye and a good evening to some familiar faces. Mingi takes the longest in the restaurant, you and your friends are already by the door. Yunho fakes a sigh, dropping his shoulders as he does so. “Price of fame, I guess…” He mumbles much to the laughter of everyone. By the time Mingi catches up to everyone, he notices everyone trying to stifle their laughter.

“What’s so funny?” He asks, almost pouting for missing out on something humorous. Jongho shakes his head, as he eyes the others who had a harder time keeping their laughter.

“Just Yunho hyung being Yunho hyung.” The youngest says simply, hoping it would keep Mingi from being too curious. Mingi somehow finds himself looking at you instead of Yunho for reassurance as to what had just transpired. One way or another, you manage to keep your composure, the only thing giving away your entertainment is the glint in your eyes. He keeps a mental note to ask you later and decides to drop the topic.

“So where do we get dessert?” Mingi asks which Yunho takes as his cue to lead the group to the slushie spot. As everyone starts to walk ahead of you, you slow down to walk next to Mingi.

“How does freedom feel now, Champion?” You tease, and you swear seeing him so flustered by such attention was adorable. His red ears, his feeble attempt to keep himself from smiling widely, his free hand rubbing the back of his neck shyly, it sometimes makes you wonder why it so long for both of you to try again. It didn’t matter, you and Mingi had a good thing going on now and that’s more important than the past.

He whines softly at your adoration for him. “It feels good, I just have to deal with the contracts within the month so that Yunho and Jongho would be the prospects for these brands instead of me.” He admits with a shrug. “But that’s nothing too important as compared to now.” Laughter shakes from his chest, he didn’t mind any eyes that would land on him anymore. He doesn’t notice how you gaze at him softly and maybe that’s for the better, for now.

“Should we pay for these kids later?”

“Like a parting gift? Are you sure about it? I clearly remember you having money issues a few weeks back.”

“That’s one way to put it. I got an offer by a company to make a choreography for their idol group, considering how established they are, they already gave me a down payment after they saw my first draft.” You state and it nearly makes Mingi stop on his tracks.

“You already got work!?” Mingi exclaims and you scramble to make sure he doesn’t break your no disclosure agreement.

“Sh!! It’s a start. But what do you think? Should we pay for these children?” You ask, shifting the conversation to your group being the loud bunch that they are.

“Sounds like a plan. You owe me the complete story later though.”

Your friends peek into the place Yunho suggested. It was a hole in the wall, cozy, comfortable design. It’s perfect for everyone. Before everyone orders, you let them know that you and Mingi would be paying instead.

“Just don’t expect any physical gift from us after this.”

Yeosang bounces in happiness at the offer of free food. Wooyoung and San dancing in the corner. Yunho and Jongho, who could already pass off as brothers by how similar the looks of surprise are on their faces, stare at both of you. “Not like we’d turn that down. Free food is always yummier.” Yeosang hums.

So they order before the two of you. You and Mingi choose a few tables that’s good for sevent people. Time to move fast before any of them steal the chance. You hand the bag to Mingi, unable to look at him in the eye. “It’s actually for you.” Is your only explanation. Thanks to his curiosity and confusion by the sudden gift giving, he opens the package in front of you. Brand new earphones.

“H-how..?” He asks, dumbfounded as he opens the box to look at the inclusions. He knows a few things or two when it comes to earphones and this definitely isn’t cheap, this isn’t that expensive either. It didn’t take much to know that this model takes a dent to the wallet though.

“I’ll explain who I work for one of these days, but yeah because of the money my past clients have finally paid me for as well plus my current contract, and some of my savings, I got you a little something to congratulate you.” You explain, your fingers find themselves dancing with each other, too shy to look at him. “I figured si--” San calls the both of you to the cashier so that you could take your orders while paying for everyone else. You glance at Mingi for a quick second and stand up immediately. The male follows you closely as the earphones are still wound up around his fingers. Countless questions and thoughts run in his mind at your actions. Did you like him too?

Once everyone’s accounted for, the two of you slide back into your seat. Everyone had their slushies accounted for, and while you hoped they wouldn’t ask about the package on Mingi’s lap, it wouldn’t go the way you wish it would. “So you already know Mingi’s feelings for you?” Wooyoung asks before taking a long sip.

The two of you freeze in your seats as you look at the raven haired male. “What?” Both of you wait for him to recover from his brain freeze to explain what he had just said. While one’s cheeks burn from being exposed, the other’s felt hot from the surprise.

“I thought Mingi already told you he likes you?” Wooyoung manages to groan out as the brain freeze gradually dissipates. The two of you exchange a quick glance, Mingi clearly at a loss for words.

“And what about it?” You ask. Everyone’s eyes are on the two of you. Yeosang and Jongho just had to look away from the secondhand embarrassment they were receiving from Wooyoung.

“Did you already tell him your answer?” Your best friend looks a lot better compared to his earlier demise with the slushie.

“Is it your business?” A smirk flashes on your features and everyone whines. The man who sits across you carefully takes a sip of his slushie. Fearful that you would later reject his feelings, though a bit thankful that you didn’t outright reject him in front of everyone. The earphones in his pocket suddenly feels heavy.

You worry if what you did was a good idea.

The rest of the night goes by miraculously without a hitch. Mingi manages to keep up a facade, joining in the jokes and antics. You, relaxed and laughing at the things your friends do and talk about. Yunho talking about pranks the team has pulled on Mingi throughout the years, along with a warning to Jongho since this was a tradition.

Wooyoung looks at his phone for the time as he notices some shops have started closing up. “Oh crap, it’s already late. We should probably go.” Some of you look around and note the shops that have closed, staff saying good bye to each other as they head home. Your group stands up with Wooyoung, he was your group’s designated driver after all. “Do you guys have a ride home?” he asks as he throws his cup away, his question directed at the remaining three.

“Nah, we were planning to just take a taxi.” Jongho explains with a shrug.

You could see the gears in Wooyoung’s mind spin. “Just ride with us. I can give you guys a ride home. I have enough space.” At this hour, no one could say no to that.

Wooyoung on the wheel, Yeosang taking shotgun, San, Jongho and Yunho behind them while you and Mingi were at the back with their training bags. “You really putting your captains at the back?!” You complain.

“Technically, San, Yunho and I are the captains now so…” Wooyoung cackles behind the wheel as he drives out of the parking lot. You stick your tongue out at your best friend and sink back into your seat. You take out your phone, fixing up a quick message to Mingi.

[ You ] Was what they said earlier true?

You hope his phone was on silent or at least vibrate. You wait for him to receive the message and he does, reading your message immediately. It’s tricky to make things look discreet with how both of you wanted to deal with this.

[ Mingki ] Yeah. I do like you. It’s okay though if you don’t reciprocate though, I already appreciate what we have.

He notices his nickname on your phone just before you turn it off and it just makes his heart sink a little knowing that his feelings weren’t reciprocated. The ride home was quiet, everyone clearly tired from today’s events but Wooyoung, you and Mingi were still clearly awake.

You rest your hand over his, and you could feel him stiffen under your touch. Your fingers gently trace a few words over the back of his hand, over and over until he understands what you’re telling him. “I like you too.”

It takes so much strength for Mingi to not smile like the utter lovestruck fool that he was in the car right now. Instead of smiling or yelling, he takes your hand in his, lacing his fingers with yours. His thumb runs across the side of your hand, as much as he wants to press kisses to the back of your hand, this will have to do for now.

Wooyoung slows his car down outside your dorm, putting it on park as he wakes everyone up to give you, Mingi and Yunho way to get out of the car. “Have a good night!” He says as the three of you wave at those left in the car. The three of you tell them to stay safe. None of them catch how the two of you are now holding hands, except for Yunho. As the three of you watch the car drive off, Yunho quickly takes a photo of the two of you from the back.

“Mingi, I’ll go ahead. You take forever in the shower.” Yunho says, immediately leaving the two of you alone. Somehow, Yunho was a better wingman as compared to Wooyoung and San.

Now that the two of you were alone, you take the chance to verbalize what had transpired in the car. “I’m really sorry I didn’t say it outright, I didn’t want to go through our friends teasing us in public and I know how you like to stay low profile too so like--” You didn’t expect to have his lips on yours but you welcome them. Were they always that soft and sweet?

“You talk a lot you know?” Mingi mumbles when he pulls away from you. “It’s okay. I understand what you had to do but I do have to admit, you scared me back in the mall.” He admits as he straightens up.

“Get some sleep, I’ll wait for your stories about your work tomorrow.” He says before taking a few steps back, on the way to his place.

“Wait tomorrow?” That breaks you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah, tomorrow, 11AM. I’m taking you on our first date.” He leaves you with no room for complaints as he quickly jogs home. You touch your lips as you make your way to your dorm. It was your turn to feel flustered now, you could still feel his lips against yours and taste his slushie on your lips: blueberries and strawberries.

Looks like you had a new favorite flavor.

END

A/N: Do any of you guys want an epilogue? Just how y/n and mingi are years down the line, work and stuff like that lol. it won’t be long like this though lol.

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taexual · 5 years ago

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HOLIC - 42 | jb x reader

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pairing: Im Jaebum x Reader

genre: enemies to lovers au | roommate au

warnings: a quick lil break from angst, so this is just suggestive fluff basically

words: 3.5k

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“Today’s the day,” was the first thing out of Jaebum’s mouth on Monday morning when the two of you found yourselves in your kitchen, preparing to have your—already traditional—bowls of cereal for breakfast before he headed off to work and you went back to your bedroom – that had become a torture chamber, really, since you hadn’t had a proper night’s sleep in what felt like a century.

For a moment, you weren’t sure what he was talking about but, after noticing the empty gym bag he’d tossed by the kitchen island and the dressy, collared shirt he was wearing, you remembered.

“Oh, your last day,” you sighed wistfully – he did not; he was more excited to move on than to reminisce. “Are you nervous about leaving the radio station?”

You knew he was – he told you so right after he’d gathered enough courage to let his boss know that he was leaving his position at the radio to pursue singing – but asking seemed fair, especially since Jaebum looked unusually chirpy.

“A little,” he admitted. “But it’s the good kind of nervous. The kind that gets your adrenaline pumping. I’m scared of what I’ll do if this doesn’t work out, of course—”

“It’s okay, I’ll raise your allowance if that happens,” you joked.

He just gave you a look, ignoring what you’ve said, and continued, “—but I’m also excited to leave that place and finally start doing something I’ve always dreamed of doing. Maybe I’ll have a breakdown over this later, not sure. It hasn’t really sunk in yet.”

“Yeah, that’s probably normal,” you nodded, taking a moment to finish chewing the crunchy corn flakes before adding, “will you be celebrating?”

“I wasn’t going to,” Jaebum said, pouring milk – that you’d left on the counter for him – over his cereal and taking his usual spot across the kitchen island from you, “but then I told Mark I was quitting my job to focus on singing,” he paused and then, out of fear of sounding overly pretentious, added, “or whatever. And, well, he wasn’t hearing it. So, long story short, we’re going to get drunk at his bar later tonight. Don’t make other plans.”

Normally, you’d have jumped at the chance to get drunk and have fun – even if it was on a Monday night, also known as, the Night Before a Yet Another Dreadful Tuesday at Your Gallery – and hanging out with Mark was always a blast. But this time you recalled the last conversation you’ve had with him – and then, consequently, realized that Mark knew about Jiho while Jaebum did not know exactly – and you found yourself fearing the night at the bar more than you feared the inevitable encounter with Jiho at your gallery tomorrow.

“Tonight? On Monday?” you asked, your question surprising him. “Unlike some people, I have work tomorrow.”

“In all the months that we’ve lived together,” Jaebum began after dramatically—and loudly—putting his spoon down, a very disappointed expression on his face, “you have never refused to get drunk with me on a weekday. Even if there wasn’t an actual occasion.”

You sighed because he was, of course, absolutely right – you’ve gotten drunk with him despite what the calendar showed – but also because you did not want to skip this night—especially since it was meaningful to Jaebum—and yet, you couldn’t help but still try to find a way out of this.

“Can I just congratulate you at home?” you asked even though you knew what his answer was going to be. “I promise it’ll be just as special.”

Trying not to get swayed by the offer – guessing what his soft spots were wasn’t difficult and Jaebum momentarily hated himself for having such a weak will when it came to you and all the potential ways in which you could have congratulated him here – he persisted.

“How about later, once we’re back from Mark’s?” he said. “I’ll see you at seven before it gets too crowded—”

“It’s Monday, Jaebum.”

“—and then—okay, wait, have you never been to a bar on a Monday night? You’re in for a surprise. You don’t know what Mondays do to people,” he countered. “Anyway. We’ll bail in an hour and then I’ll take up on your offer to congratulate me away from everyone else. How does that sound?”

“It sounds like not at all what I was suggesting.”

Jaebum tsk-tsked at this, continuing with his tongue in cheek, “I cannot believe I mean so little to you that you’re willing to skip my party just because it’s—”

“Oh no, don’t do that,” you cut him off, shaking your head. “You know that’s not what I was trying to say.”

“Oh, do I?” he raised his eyebrows, a ridiculously offended expression on his face – if singing wouldn’t work out, he should give acting a chance. “All I know is that you’re saying no to me even though you know how special this day is for me, I—”

“Jaebum—”

“But it’s fine if you don’t care about me,” he turned around on his chair, purposefully eating cereal with his back turned to you.

“It’s astounding,” you said, your voice louder, “how big of a child you are. I swear no one would believe me if I told them.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said and then, after he finished chewing, added with a quick look at you over his shoulder, “but that is very offensive. It’s like you’re kicking me while I’m already down.”

Even though you did feel a little like hurling your bowl of cereal at him, eventually, the small pout on his lips – that he would never admit to having – as he continued to look at you over his shoulder, and the expectant gaze of his eyes played on your heartstrings a little too hard and you couldn't help giving in.

“Fine,” you said. “But we really are leaving after an hour.”

You realized that one hour was not going to be how long you stayed here at all because, as soon as you and Jaebum arrived, every single one of his friends was suddenly all over the two of you. Before you even got to the bar, almost all of them had already stopped to give you a quick hug and pat him on the back, mentions of how proud they were spilling from their lips. You’d already learned that his friends were surprisingly easy-going but you’ve never seen them drunk like this—at 7 PM on a Monday, no less—and, as they progressively consumed more alcohol – Mark’s bar was never going to go bankrupt as long as he remained friends with Jaebum – they only seemed to grow friendlier.

You weren’t actually sure if Jaebum was friends with half of the city or if Mark had just invited every alcoholic in the vicinity to congratulate Jaebum tonight, but the place was crowded and nearly everyone stopped by you to say hi as they circled the club, drink after drink in their hands . Even the dancefloor at the back of the bar that you’ve yet to see in use was full of people throwing their hands in the air to a dance mix that was playing on the speakers.

“I’ve had so many drunk people breathe on me,” you spoke once you and Jaebum finally managed to reach the bar and he had helped you climb on the sole empty stool in a very gentlemanly gesture, “that I already feel drunk.”

“Yeah, my friends go all out. It’s why I love them so much,” Jaebum laughed, settling down next to you, one of his hands resting on the small of your back. “You smiled, though. Several times, too. That’s more times than I’ve got to see you smile at home.”

Your stomach sunk at this and you found yourself clearing your throat uncomfortably. “That’s not true. There’s just been a lot on my mind lately, I’ve already told you.”

He waved his hands dismissively before turning around to look for Mark – who was, for once, actively doing his job instead of chatting with you two – and then announcing cheerfully, “and that is why you’re getting drunk and not talking about anything that stresses you out. It’s just drinks and no talk tonight. Okay?”

“Ah,” you felt yourself smile, “it’s so nice of you to make it sound like I have a choice.”

“Hm, what can I say?” Jaebum played along, his free hand sneaking around your middle until he had wrapped his arms around your waist. “I’m always pleasing others.”

You raised your eyebrows, countering with a playful smile that matched his, “how many others have you pleased in your life?”

“Uh, who cares?” he replied in a purposefully deep voice that was supposed to mock every guy ever and then nearly broke character when he heard you laugh, “you’re the only one that matters.”

“Great line,” you said. “A bit overused but you can’t go wrong with a classic.”

“I’ve got some better ones up my sleeve,” he wiggled his eyebrows for more effect, “but I need, at least, three shots before I can say them without wanting to swallow a bag of soap.”

“Now that has my interest,” you turned to give Mark a wave as a way to catch his attention, “we need six shots here as soon as possible!”

Jaebum frowned just as Mark nodded with a laugh and got the shot glasses from under the bar, heading towards you two. “Wait, six?”

“Of course,” you said. “If I’m going to have to sit here and listen to your pick-up lines, I need to be drunk, too.”

“Good to see you both,” Mark spoke, fist-bumping Jaebum and giving you a clumsy half-hug over the bar. “I’ve got to tell you, though, you two are way past pick-up lines already.”

“Oh, you haven’t heard?” Jaebum joked. “We’re actually doing everything backwards. Yeah, once we’ll reach the one-year mark, we’ll go on our first date.”

Mark laughed and you were going to as well but the mention of the “one-year mark” suddenly expanded the cavity of your chest so much, all you could do was just grip the bartop tighter so you wouldn’t fall off the stool from all the beats your heart had just skipped – not that falling was possible with Jaebum’s arms around you but still. This was the first time he had openly talked about the future of your relationship – and so easily, too – so you didn’t really blame your heart for already overworking itself ten minutes into your night-out.

“Not sure how that works,” Mark replied, getting the bottle of vodka from the shelf of drinks behind him and then – in a way that was meant to show off and nothing more – pouring it into all six of the shot glasses in one fluid motion, not a single drop spilled. “But, I guess, sometimes, I’m not sure how you two work, either, so maybe it all makes sense in a completely nonsensical sort of way.”

“Oh, profound,” you said. “I already can’t tell if that was a compliment or not and I haven’t even had a single drink yet.”

“I work at a bar, honey,” Mark said, picking up a towel he’d left on the bartop a few feet away and throwing it over his shoulder with a dramatic flair. “Everything I say here is a compliment.”

He walked away to serve the other customers before you could reply. When you turned your surprised—and impressed—expression to Jaebum, he was shaking his head.

“Pretty sure Mark just told me he’s not actually my friend and it’s just been customer service all along,” you said.

Jaebum laughed. “I’m almost positive it’s one of those days when Mark warmed up a little before coming to work.”

It took you a moment to understand what he was hinting at but – one shot later – you glanced back at Mark, your eyes wide.

“Can he drink on the job?” you asked – pointlessly because he had already revealed, on your very first meeting, that he “tried” not to drink on the job – and then shook your head. “No, nevermind. I get it. I’d drink on the job, too, if I had the opportunity.”

“Hey, what did I say?” Jaebum said unexpectedly loudly. “No talking about stressful things. It’s not that kind of night.”

You turned back to look at him. “Shit, sorry, that’s right. What kind of night would you say this is, then? Will I finally get to see your best moves on the dancefloor?”

“Oh, who knows,” he teased, finishing another shot and then glancing around the bar. “I do know how to drop it low, so why not show it?”

You clapped your hands giddily – courtesy of the intoxicating scent of Jaebum’s cologne – and then laughed a lot louder than you normally would – courtesy of the second shot of vodka you’d just had. “Please do! I don’t know what brought this change in your attitude upon but I am loving it.”

“Well, it’s a special night,” he said. “And Jackson’s not here to film me and tease me for the rest of my life, so why the hell not.”

You had just picked up the final shot when you paused. “Jackson’s not here? How come?”

“He’s out of town doing something for his family—oh, hey, actually, it’s probably photography-related,” Jaebum answered, following suit and picking up his last shot glass as well. “But I didn’t ask, I’m sorry. I was kind of more focused on myself. And I acknowledge how selfish that sounds.”

“No, it’s perfectly understandable,” you said, finishing your drink in one quick gulp – and only frowning at the taste for no more than a second – and clumsily jumping off the bar stool.

“Whoa, careful,” he warned, coughing as he tried to steady you on your feet at the same time as he was doing his own shot.

But you weren’t worried about being careful as you reached for one of his hands on your waist, intertwining your fingers instead, and then exclaimed, “let’s go!”

He raised his eyebrows. “Go? We’re not supposed to leave for—”

“To hell with leaving,” you said, “we need to get you on that dancefloor so I can see what I’ve been missing.”

“Oh,” he laughed, the faint intoxication making you both feel so excited, it was almost silly. “You haven’t really missed anything, I’m pretty sure I’ve already shown you what my hips can do.”

You blinked your eyes, his words taking you off guard, and then punched him right on the shoulder.

“Hey! Keep it PG, would you?” you said, the tone of your voice about as laid-back as it could be to let him know exactly how serious you were. “We’re in a public place.”

“I’m just saying!” he tossed back, allowing you to guide him deeper into the crowd of people that had gathered in the middle of the bar.

Not all of them were dancing per se, most of them were too drunk already, so they were just responding to the loud music by swaying their bodies around in a good old dance move that you were sure was called “tall grass in the wind.” The only people actually actively jumping around and laughing were all Jaebum’s friends, so the two of you were pulled right in until you were suddenly in the very epicenter of the crowd.

“One day,” you said to Jaebum as his hands found their way back to your waist. He didn’t seem to hear you – his friends weren’t just dancing, they were screaming along to the lyrics – so you repeated yourself louder, “one day it’ll be your song playing here. I hope we’ll still be here to hear it.”

You didn’t know why you said it like that but Jaebum – although already feeling his restraints loosen as his body welcomed the alcohol – frowned in confusion. He hadn’t expected you to show any insecurity about the future of your relationship – and, actually, you hadn’t, either – especially not when everything seemed to be going so well.

“Of course,” Jaebum said, each word radiating confidence. “Why wouldn’t we be?”

“Well, you know,” you said, trying to laugh it off even though it was obvious that some part of your subconscious was very much insecure about you and him despite the alcohol you’ve already consumed, and despite having heard Jaebum talk about your “one-year mark” mere minutes ago. “Things happen. People change.”

“That makes it sound like you’re about to break up with me,” he said. “And, if I were you, I’d really reconsider. We still have around nine months left on the lease.”

You chuckled with a shake of your head. “Why would I do that? I’ve worked so hard to get rid of your ex-girlfriend. I don’t want to become one myself.”

You didn’t realize it then – your mind was too preoccupied with the smell of his cologne, the feeling of his hands sliding down to your hips, and the sound of utter joy coming from his friend’s mouths as they had the time of their lives, dancing around you – but this was the first time Jaebum didn’t freeze at the mention of Suji.

“What’s the matter, then?” he asked instead. “Where are these doubts coming from?”

“There are no doubts,” you replied. “I’m just saying. I want to be here, listening to your music with you.”

“Okay, let me one-up you,” he said. “I know you’ll be here, listening to my music with me. And, hey, maybe we won’t have to wait for that anniversary to go on an actual date. Maybe I’ll take you out on the day I release an album.”

You liked the confident way he talked about this. You liked the way he didn’t give in to his doubts by adding an “if that ever happens” at the end of his last sentence. And you liked the way he seemed to keep thinking about taking you out on a proper date the whole night tonight.

“I’d like that,” you said, the alcohol in your veins sending electric sparks throughout your body and mind. “Don’t get me flowers, though. I never know how to look after them.”

“Oh, that’s fine,” he replied. “I’ll look after them.”

Both of you laughed, the happiness on your faces mirroring each other. The sheer simplicity of the situation you were in – no Jiho, no exhibition, no worries – made you feel all the more infatuated with him, so, powered by the liquid courage provided by Mark at the bar, you suddenly leaned in to press a kiss to his lips and felt his hands grip your hips tighter.

“Here’s an idea,” Jaebum said when you pulled away a moment later, his eyes still on your lips. “How about we bail out of here early?”

You laughed again. “Oh, no, you said an hour. We haven’t been here that long.”

“I just wanted to get you out of the house,” he admitted. “You looked like you could use some fun. But now I’m thinking I may have overestimated my own ability to stay away from you. I think we can have a lot more fun by ourselves.”

Drunk Jaebum was another one of your favorite versions of him and you couldn’t help chuckling as you allowed him to pull you closer until you two turned into one, slightly ill-balanced, body of motion. Neither of you bothered to keep up with the rhythm of the song that was playing as you moved in perfect sync with each other but in a completely haphazard way to all on-lookers. Not that you cared about anyone else in that moment.

“I always have fun with you,” you whispered into his ear. “And I’m sorry I’ve made you worry by looking all dead inside for the past few days.”

“It’s okay,” his hand rubbed soothing circles on your back as he responded to you. “I just wanted to make you smile.”

“You should focus on celebrating,” you said then, pulling away slightly to give him a smile.

“I am,” he replied, his grip on your waist tightening again as he refused to allow you to pull away further.

You smiled at this, no words necessary, and the two of you returned to your own world where no stressful tomorrows existed and your lives were stuck in the happiness of this moment. You were almost delirious, honestly, but like most people who have gone insane, you weren’t able to recognize that this was only temporary. That this wasn’t real. That, soon enough, his arms would let go of you and reality would crash down all around you.

But, lost in the thrill of the moment, all rational thought abandoned, you didn’t think any other reality existed. Just this one, where you and him were dancing together—very literally—to the beat of your hearts beating as one.

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springday-aus · 5 years ago

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Boba Boy!AU with Minhyuk

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Group: Monsta X

Member: Lee Minhyuk

Genre: fluff, romance

Type: Bulletpoint AU

Word Count: 1.5k

→ Inspired by the AU Prompt: “I come to this cafe pretty much everyday and by now you know my order by heart and even wave at me when I come in”

so there’s a bubble tea place in the center of this collegetown

meaning it’s busy, but not always busy

and our lil Minhyuk is the main drink maker

straight up he is there just most of the time

some people think he owns the place

others think he has no life

but no, he’s just a person who needs money

don’t we all tho

he’s super friendly with customers

no one ever complains about him

and honestly who would bc this boy got the sweetest smile and always uses his manners

unless Monsta X comes in–customer service who?

Kihyun: breaths

Minhyuk: “sir, you are disturbing the customers and I need to ask you to leave”

seriously tho, most of the customers come back bc he’s so nice

lowkey would give out free pastries to the regulars

but also because he wants to hear them spill the tea

it’s the most entertaining part of this job

anyways

he works at this boba shop to make some extra cash

originally he was just gonna work from the spring to the summer but then he actually really liked it so he stayed for the rest of the year

and now it’s a regular job

y’all want me to elaborate?

that’s another story

moving on

he’s really good with the mixed teas

like mango green tea

coconut milk tea

taro milk tea

Thai tea

the original black milk tea

god I really want boba

anyways

he’s really good with them

primarily because he likes shaking the little cocktail mixer

Minhyuk: “look at how fast I can shake this”

another worker: “oh my god”

sometimes he helps out with the pastries, but he’s more of a drink guy

speaking of which

his boba

h i s b o b a

it’s fucking perfection

literally, no one knows how but his boba always turns out fan-fucking-tastic

it doesn’t turn out small

it isn’t too soft on the outside

it isn’t too hard when you chew it

they’re the perfect size

and nice and chewy

he always puts the perfect ratio in the cup (unless asked for extra)

Minhyuk: i.e. the perfect boba man

so you are a regular

when people say boba problems

that’s you

you are a sparkling definition of boba problems

congrats

anyways you probably come like every other day and probably have tried half of the menu

but then after trying this one specific drink

it’s become the regular order for you

so now you order it every time

honestly you spend like five minutes at a time in the shop but

almost every staffer knows your face

as well as your order

including Minhyuk :)

every time you come in, you always see him at the other end of the counter

he remembers your order, so he always punches it in once he sees you

and all you gotta do is pay

it saves time and you always tip

speaking of which

remember that thing about giving out free pastries?

yeah you get the most of that since you come in every other day

highkey he’s the only one who gives you them

especially since you come here so often and tip nearly every time

you can’t help it

he’s so friendly that if you don’t tip him, you feel like a monster

anyways

that’s as far as your relationship goes with him

it’s friendly but def at the acquaintance level

he’ll wave whenever he sees you come in and you two would just have some small talk

that is until you see him at the farmers market

you were with a friend and then you thought you heard his laugh

he was at this one old lady’s tea leaves booth, laughing at something she said

you didn’t really know whether or not you should say anything since you’ve only seen him at the boba shop

but then you make eye contact and he waves at you

just like he does at the boba shop

you smile and wave back at him

he grabs his bag and thanks the seller

and then heads over to you, practically skipping

Minhyuk: “hello!!!”

You: “hi Minhyuk”

your friend: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

you try to ignore your friend and look at Minhyuk

You: “odd seeing you here, I’m so used to you from the waist up”

Minhyuk laughs: “it’s good to see you outside of the shop though, what are you doing here?”

You: “I’m with my friend—we need tomatoes and I only trust local farmers, why are you here?”

Minhyuk: “I was checking out new tea flavors and maybe we can have some new creations on the menu, especially since it’s holiday season”

You: “ahhh, I get it, we’re gonna bounce soon”

Minhyuk: “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

you smile at him, waving him goodbye as you and your friend leave

your friend: “WHO was that???”

You: “he works at that boba cafe that I go to”

your friend: “CUTE”

You: “........... yeah”

your friend: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

oddly enough, that wasn’t the only time you saw him out of the cafe

you just started seeing him on the daily at the farmers market

eventually y’all started chatting even longer

and now your conversations last a lot longer than before

they typically start with “how are you?” “what are you doing?”

but then like they just change dramatically and drastically at such a short time span

or long

again

y’all have LONG conversations

after like the 20th time of seeing him, you exchange numbers

you still go to the cafe

AND at the cafe, y’all just chat until a customer comes in

bc he has to do his job

at the farmers market, y’all just walk around, talk, and get the stuff you came there for

you started to write lists because you get so distracted talking to him

You end up forgetting what you were even there for

but it’s cute bc all the sellers think you’re a couple

y’all don’t go to just the one farmers market

now y’all go market hopping

that’s not a thing for normal people but it’s a thing for y’all

some people think they’re dates

are they?????

are they not?????

you don’t know either

you enjoy spending time with him

and talking to him

he’s such a good listener

and he’s interesting to talk to

because he ACTUALLY wants to talk to you

your friends keep telling you to just do it so

you do

you two were at the night fish market

the old ladies were telling him how handsome he is and how lucky his partner would be

you were just kind of looking at him

and I mean REALLY looking at him

he is handsome

and nice

and funny

and now you have no idea what your relationship to him is

about an hour later, when he’s imitating one of the lobsters in the tank, you just ask him

You: “what are we????”

Minhyuk, confused: “people???”

You: “we are not having another existential crisis conversation again Minhyuk”

Minhyuk: ???? “I’m confused”

You: “SO AM I”

Minhyuk: “WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT???”

You: “ARE WE OR ARE WE NOT DATING?”

Minhyuk: “DO YOU WANT TO?”

You: “I GUESS”

Minhyuk: “I GUESS WE’RE DATING THEN”

You: “OKAY”

Minhyuk: “OKAY”

and thus the beautiful beginning of your relationship

dating boba master Minhyuk is super cute

he’s 100% in love with you

and is 100% unafraid to show you and everyone else

EVERYONE knows y’all are dating

he’s super affectionate

you know what that means

lots and lots of pda

Changhyuk: “right in front of my salad????”

Wonho: “I think it’s sweet”

Shownu: “you’ll understand when you’re older”

Jooheon and Changhyuk: ????

anyways

speaking of Monsta X

they love you

y’all are adorable

and they ship it super hard

even though they complain about the pda

they will love and support y’all

moving on

before, y’all went to farmers markets right?

now you both go to other tea shops, boba cafes, and other drink places

there’s also the restaurants, supermarkets, karaoke, mall/window shopping

Minhyuk basically makes a date out of anything y’all do

OH OKAY

perfect boba man right?

this man will make you the drinks during your home dates

that order?

the one you get nearly every time?

yeah, he makes it at home

FOR FREE

at some points, Minyuk thinks you’re only dating him for the free boba

You: “babe, that’s too much time and effort”

Minhyuk: “so, if I stopped making you drinks?”

You: “I would end you”

Minhyuk: ………….. well damn

and whenever he shakes your drink to mix it up

he found all of these online tricks to impress you

it’s cute

(until the drink spills bc he forgot the lid)

(or until he drops it for the nth time)

(or until he gets dizzy from this one spin trick that he tried to do from Youtube)

it’s cuuuuteee

he’s always trying to make you smile

even if he ends up looking like a dumbass

because he loves making you happy

and that’s all he really wants

#admin grandma #grandma aus #aus #fluff #monsta x #monsta x minhyuk #monsta x imagines #monsta x scenarios #lee minhyuk #minhyuk #lee minhyuk imagines #lee minhyuk scenarios #minhyuk imagines #minhyuk scenarios #boba boy!au #boba boy!minhyuk #group: monsta x #member: lee minhyuk

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grimelords · 6 years ago

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Hello I’ve finished my February playlist for you. There’s no timeline on these things anymore they just come out whenever they come out it seems. A good mix, and I’m sure there’ll be at least one thing in here you’ve never heard before that you’ll like.

Doncamatic (feat. Daley) - Gorillaz: This song is extremely traumatic for me because they released it after Plastic Beach as a standalone single and Damon Albarn said they had a whole other album worth of songs from the Plastic Beach sessions that they were thinking about releasing with Doncamatic as the lead single that just never materialised, and the idea of Plastic Beach 2 sitting on a hard drive while we get The Now Now (The Fall 2) instead is maddening.

Portait Of A Man (live) - Marlon Williams: I feel like I've used The Secret to bring this album into existence. It's exactly what I wanted from him - no studio artifice or weird genre pigeonholing and his huge voice on full display. It's incredible and long as hell and this is definitely the highlight.

Houdini Crush - Buke & Gase: I'm in love with the structure of this song. It takes SO long to get back to the chorus. It takes about three different sections in the middle and then finally gets back there and it's so satisfying because of it. You could edit this song into a tight indie pop piece but instead it has the space to go wild and jam and it's great.

AE_LIVE_KRAKOW_200914 - Autechre: Sorry but Autechre finally put all their live albums on spotify and they're very VERY good. Not the sort of thing that you want to listen to as part of a playlist exactly cause they go for an hour each but a very nice reminder nonetheless.

Sheet Metal Girl - Pig Destroyer: I think Pig Destroyer is one of the best band names I've ever heard. I found out later they meant pigs like cops which is still good but the idea of absolutely eviscerating a hog for no reason is very palpably metal. Just looked up the lyrics and this song seems to literally about having sex with a girl made out of sheet metal. Good!

Horizon - Aldous Harding: I absolutely love this song and the way she says 'babe' lights my brain up like a christmas tree. Every now and then I think about when you’ll die baaaaabe.

Born Slippy (Nux) - Underworld: There's a good bit on the Genius page for this song that says "Lots of 1990s acts helped popularize techno, but in Karl Hyde, Underworld had something that was the exclusive province of rock bands: a totally full-of-it frontman who sounded cool." and it's interesting that Underworld and The Prodigy are the biggest names to survive that time and still be at least slightly relevant now. No matter how much you put into your instrumentals nothing can really compare to just having an insane guy yell a bunch of garbage over it.

A Change Is Going To Come - Baby Huey & The Baby Sitters: This is like all good all normal and then he does that huge squeal at 2 minutes in and you're rocked to your core and then it only gets bigger and bigger and better from there. Also maybe one of the best mid song monologues I've ever heard.

No Signal (feat. Roy Woods) - 24hrs: The whole thing of emo rap mirroring mid 2000s emo is still so strange because it's not just the mindset and content being repurposed it's the literal melodic conventions. Change the instrumentation of this song and it's melodically just an emo song. Very strange, but this song is great regardless.

De Aqui No Sales - Cap.4: Disputa - Rosalia: Rosalia rocks and I only just found out El Guincho co-produced this album which is very exciting to me. I love the way this song feels like it never really gets to the big build up it's promising. It has a big intro for about half the song and then when it feels like it's about to blow up when the handclaps come in it just sits in that groove for a while and ends. I also feel like I should mention the video for this song because it's like the platonic ideal of a music video. It's got everything you could ask for. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AvGt2BcDl_g

Glass Jar - Gang Gang Dance: Here's how good brains are: I had a sudden urge to listen to this album the other day but couldn't remember what it was called or who it was by, only the album cover, but for some reason locked away in my brain was the fact that it was from 2011 so I just looked through Pitchfork's Best Of 2011 list until I recognised it. Incredible. Anyway I'm so glad I did because I ended up having a huge phase with this album. They walk the fine line of psychedelic jammy bands like this of taking up a lot of space with atmospherics but it never feeling like it's lost momentum. Even when this song takes fully half of its 11 minute runtime to properly get started it never feels like wasted time somehow, it's always moving somewhere.

Heavyweight - Infected Mushroom: It's unbelievable that this song's good because it absolutely shouldn't be. The unholy mix of goa trance and metal usually reserved for Command And Conquer soundtracks is so unbelievably naff that it's come all the way around again and I absolutely love it.

Black Static - Health: I'm still absolutely furious about Pitchfork giving this album a 3 and not particularly for the score but because it's some of the worst Pitchfork Writing I've seen in a quite a while. They tried to cancel them for calling the album Slaves Of Fear I think: "The “we,” it seems, refers to the slaves, the slaves of fear, and if I try any harder to connect the dual sensation of edginess and laziness with slavery, the all-American institution that killed and brutalized millions of people for hundreds of years, I am going to have to take a long walk into the sun." Not sure about that. Anyway this song's great sorry for talking about a review instead of the song!

Burn Bridges - The Grates: Twee pop is an underrated genre and The Grates are an underrated band because they brought so much attitude and power to it it's hardly twee at all. It's huge and it rocks!

Girlfriend (feat. Lil Mama) - Dr. Luke Mix - Avril Lavigne: Sorry for putting Dr Luke on your dash in 2019 but this is mostly for Lil Mama. Removing Avril's verses and replacing them with Lil Mama but keeping the chorus and big guitars makes it sound like a lost Girl Talk song and it's so, so much better than the original. There's also a good bit in this where she really puts a lot of emphasis on saying 'Jennifer Hudson' and the weird harmony vocals in the background mirror it which I like a lot.

Panic Switch - Silversun Pickups: It seems like Silversun Pickups had no lasting impact beyond being one hit wonders for Lazy Eye which is so strange to me because their first two albums were absolutely solid. This is also a good example of totally nonsense lyrics feeling like they have meaning because the melody it so good.

3 - Seekae: It's very strange now to think that Alex Cameron was in Seekae. But that's not important. What is important is how good this song is. In the extremely narrow genre of Mount Kimbie-ites +Dome really stood out to me as album from guys who really got it. It's extremely catchy music but it still sounds like nothing you've ever heard before which when you think about it sounds like it should be impossible.

Shooting Stars - Bag Raiders: Bag Raiders did a little Song Exploder thing for Triple J about this song a little while ago and pointed out something I'd never noticed before which is that this song has the extremely strange structure of 1 really long verse, breakdown, 1 really long chorus, end. Which is.... completely amazing. And also that this song blew up and charted higher than it ever had before via memes like 6 years after it came out is still bizarre. Remember when it was in the video for Swish Swish by Katy Perry? God I hope they got paid a million dollars for that.

Romantic Rights (Erol Alkan's Love From Below Re-Edit) - Death From Above 1979: Huge fan of this remix that seems to just drop the full song unedited right in the middle. The perfect way to remix an already great song - just make it longer.

Dwa Serduszka - Joanna Kulig: I saw Cold War and subsequently couldn't get this song out of my head. I loved that movie so much but I also extremely agreed when @cyborgbree said the ending was like a Simpsons parody or foreign movies.

Holes - Mercury Rev: This song gives me depression and makes me feel like I'm sorting through old records and merch from my old band that tried really hard but never got anywhere even though I've never even been in a band. That's the power of music!

It's Never Over (Hey Orpheus) - Arcade Fire: Reflektor is a great and underrated album and to this day I am still finding new things to love about it! Namely this song which I've never paid much attention to before but massively jumped out at me last time I listened. It's a 3 note riff but it's absolutely amazing.

Dance Your Life Away - Audiobooks: Huge fan of having the gall to name your band Audiobooks and a huge fan of this song! It sounds like if Life Without Buildings was a dance band, which is a theoretically perfect idea. It sounds like she's just making the words up on the spot and she probably is and it's absolutely great.

Everything (Deathless) - JW Ridley: I'm so glad that War On Drugs brought heartland rock back for the masses and finally gave us back extended guitar solos outside of a metal or prog context. It is so inspiring what you can do with two chords and a propulsive groove.

Unmarked Helicopters - Soul Coughing: Sorry for continually putting Soul Coughing in these playlists but check out how good this song they did for the X Files movie soundtrack was. 'check out this Soul Coughing song they did for the X Files movie soundtrack' is a very specific kind of 90s sentence. Anyway the 'black black black black and blacker' part with the distortion on the vocals is so good, love it lots.

Don't Sit Down Cause I've Moved Your Chair - Arctic Monkeys: I saw Arctic Monkeys a couple of weeks ago and it was amazing but also extra good because they played this song that I'd completely forgotten about and it went off. The Josh Homme produced Arctic Monkeys albums are very good because his fingerprints are all over them and they sound like Queens Of The Stone Age covers.

What Can I Do If The Fire Goes Out? - Gang Of Youths: It's fucked up how good this song is. I listened to it the other day and was like 'what the fuck how come I never listened to Gang Of Youths second album that much? But then I kept going and realised it was 70 minutes long and had about five interlude tracks on it. I love Gang Of Youths but they need a producer that will yell at them until they make a 40 minute album. Fuck this song's good though. So good I'm mad I haven't seen it live yet.

Shark Smile - Big Thief: I don't even know the words to this song or what it's about but it makes me cry anyway. I'm very glad I found out about Big Thief this month, like two years after everyone else. Their description on Bandcamp says "Listening to Big Thief is like the feeling of looking at a dog and suddenly marvelling that it is like you but very not like you; when you are accustomed to looking at a dog and thinking 'dog', watching Big Thief is like forgetting the word 'dog' and looking at that naked animal and getting much closer to it and how different it is to you" which is a certainly a way to feel.

Inhaler - Foals: I don't know how I've avoided it but I've never really gotten much into Foals even though they have multiple songs that I really really love, this one being one of them. I think it's an amazing piece of recording simply for how huge it gets. This song swells to about ten times its original size as the chorus hits before totally deflating again. Also a huge fan of anyone that can make a Battles riff work in a conventional song like this does.

Red Bull & Hennessy - Jenny Lewis: Another fantastic song in the long pantheon of great songs about getting twisted and being horny. The isolated 'ohh' after 'all we've been through' feels like a real Shania Twain piece of production and I love it. Also the drums on this song are absolutely massive for some reason which is very cool.

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hansolmates · 8 years ago

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vernon; get lost in the rhythm of me

Summary: She had less than a month to finish a project she should’ve finished ages ago, and on a whim decides to interview the campus radio show. Little did she know she’d get locked into the Thursday Night Lockdown with a certain campus cutie. Wow I’m sorry I suck at summaries please send help.

Characters: fratboy!Vernon/Original Female + various

Genre: Fluffity fluff (and if you count student stress a lil wittle angst)

Word Count: 5896

01 | 02(?) | 03 (m)(?)

“There’s that dance team that covers songs, you can write about them?”

“I already checked with their e-board, they’re too busy for an interview.”

College Avenue was littered with students after the final 4:10 session, the kids excited for the week to be over as they walked around like busy ants. Despite the nippy weather, Greek Row was still going strong, so strong that we couldn’t get past the student center without hearing the cacophonous noise pollution coming from the different houses. I totally got it though, considering it was a hard week of exams for everyone. It was lucky enough for us to go to a big university where students could cry and party together. A little part of me itched to go grab a drink from one of their coolers, but I promised myself that I couldn’t have fun until I figured out my final project topic for Media Studies. The topic that I was supposed to have down over a month ago.

(Last Tuesday, 4:33:

“I’m doing a compilation on popular YouTube artists,” Joshua informed, taking a long sip of his iced Americano. .

“Ah. Should I get the small or medium?” I asked distractedly, my eyes calculating how much more content I would get in my smoothie if I got the bigger size.

“I’m almost done with my project, maybe you should start soon.” he continued, probably glaring holes into my back because I wasn’t paying the least bit attention to him.

“Do you think I should get extra bananas in my drink? How can you even tell if there’s extra bananas when it’s all mixed up?”

“And I’ve also discovered aliens are real.” Joshua drolled, unamused as he swirled the caramel in his drink. “Their mothership came to my dorm last night, and now I’m pregnant with the Queen’s future heir to the throne. So nice knowing you, I’m glad to have a friend who’s always willing to listen to me!”

Needless to say, I didn’t have my work cut out for me.)

Joshua stopped in his tracks, and by my demise I had to stop in front of him, my neck narrowly missing the sharp corner of his textbook that was sticking out of his backpack. “Did you see that?” he asked, practically pulling my arm from the socket so I’d be right in front of him.

Sigma Tau (notorious for having the prettiest pink house on Row) had a lawn practically spilling with loud students, with equally loud music drowning out their block.

On the makeshift plastic and metal stage, a guy with flowers was on one knee looking like the high heavens as his lips moved in some sort of proposal. The girl who was forcefully dragged up by her sisters looked absolutely mortified, cheeks ruddy, face sunken, and her pale limbs hugged around her t-shirt that was now way too skimpy for her comfort level. The guy was absolutely smug however, looking like he just won a trip to Mars as he practically dipped the rose petals in her palms. But everyone was watching, cooing and making eager, alcohol-laden cries of encouragement, and she had no choice to accept, her face tilted away as she reluctantly grabbed the bouquet.

“Seungcheol is so embarrassing,” Joshua muttered under his breath, pulling them away from the lawn and back onto the sidewalk, “She looks terrified up there.”

I frowned at the childish proposal, watching the couple (?) pull away from the stage and melt between the thick crowd. “I feel bad for her.” I frowned, forcing my gaze to the DJ. The rosy-haired student flipped a switch in his soundboard, and played another upbeat mix, effectively bringing the mood back to a million.

Joshua bobbed his head to the everlasting beat as they walked further away, in that cute non-party boy way that looked more like he was walking down Disney’s Main Street, U.S.A. with birds and sunshine rather than a Thirsty Thursday on campus. “Oh, I got it. What about the radio show?” he suddenly asked, his face glowing with excitement.

“Radio show? Like the campus one?”

“Yeah, there’s one for every day of the week. You can probably go tonight and see if you can snag an interview or something.” Joshua dragged us to the pizza place by one of the main classroom buildings, the aroma of garlic buttered dough and tomato sauce notifying my empty stomach like lightning.

“The mac n’ cheese pizza looks good,” I murmured, my eyes glazing over the shiny window display.

“Are you paying attention? You should go before their show starts because we have to have our topics before class tonight and—oh shit that does look good. Let's get two slices. With garlic knots.” his large cat eyes widened at the specialty pizza, ready to pull out his wallet. “I can spot you this time.”

Nudging his shoulder with mine I giggled, “You're a lifesaver.”

I blame the food coma from that sinful pizza, because after napping in the dorms it nearly escaped my mind that I was supposed to go to the radio station after class. By napping, I mean sleeping. Missing the first campus bus, it took an extra fifteen minutes to get to the Communications Department. It looked like any other building on campus, faded brick walls which veiled a treasure cove of our student talent. The lights that led to the station upstairs were a dim deep yellow, bathing the atrium that led to a series of dark hallways.

“Excuse me,” I said, careful not to disturb the student in the lobby who was currently alphabetizing records behind their desk. “Are you, DJ Suga?”

Said boy took his sweet ass time to turn around, his glazed eyes giving me a look that wondered why on earth I was here so late. He wore a dark denim jacket with a poorly painted uterus on the back, with a very subtle wording of “fuck the patriarchy” in fine white script. “Yeah, I am.” he said, his pebbly voice wracking my form and waking up all the hairs on my arms. DJ Suga was the de facto head of the campus radio, and at best I hoped he could be a tad less irritable to my outreach. “What of it?”

“I was wondering if I could get an interview with one of your DJs? If there’s time.”

The ebony haired student tilted his head, as if he were momentarily stuck in dreamland, before pulling himself away from his desk. “Let’s see,” he hummed, more to himself as he walked down one of the dark hallways. He returned in a matter of seconds, his petite form looking absurdly high and mighty from his lazy smile, “Sorry, doll.” he murmured, jerking his head back in the hallway. “I got a kid who’s going to be on the air in a few minutes. But I think you’re better off listenin’ to their show before you get the interview, y’know? Feel their vibe.”

My eyes darted to the big digital clock that sat fat in the middle of his desk. 11:52. Wow, I slept longer than I thought. I suddenly felt a little silly, barging in so late with the faintest idea about how to go about this project. With a quick thanks, I hitched my bag above my shoulder, going across the radio floor and to one of the study lobbies. When I made sure I found a nice corner desk where no one would bother me I threw my laptop on and shoved my headphones over my ears, finding the university station. I hoped after coming all this way here in the middle of the night, I could at least try to “feel their vibe.”

Some techy music signaled the start of the show, and to my lack of anticipation the most velvety voice filled my ears, causing my chest to jerk involuntarily.

“What’s up, College Avenue. I’m Vernon and we’re back with The Thursday Night Lockdown.”

His voice was something out of the city and back, with purpose and history. It wasn’t raspy like DJ Suga’s, but it definitely had that low timbre that probably could melt people like butter if he used it right. Adjusting the volume on my laptop, I closed my eyes and let DJ Vernon have his evening.

“I hope you guys submitted those assignments. I’m tellin’ ya freshmen, that 11:59 deadline will close on your ass if you don’t press that red button.” a small smile played on my lips, and I subtly kicked my sneakers under the table, tucking my legs in a comfortable position. I’d imagine Vernon would be just as comfortable, feet on the desk, loose sweats, totally in his element. “I didn’t really have a set plan for tonight, considering it’s midterms and there was a lot of stuff to do this week. I know a lot of us are out drinking their livers out, but for the rest of us I was thinking we could all wind down together. Listen to some playlists, I’ll take some calls and talk about life.”

He talked a little bit about his first playlist, saying it was his favorite cool down mix after a hard day of classes. Everything he said rolled off his tongue like molten chocolate, and I belatedly realized that my fingers curled after every other syllable, his eagerness to spread his enjoyment seeping into my tensed muscles. When his voice faded to silence and soft acoustic music rose, I felt myself momentarily transcend in the surprisingly soothing setlist. I opened up a new tab and started working on some homework, feeling myself get in the zone as I let my mind bounce comfortably between assignments and The Thursday Night Lockdown. This was pretty cool, actually. I never made the time to listen to university shows, but this guy was a natural. Vernon made off-hand comments between songs, reading some comments from their forum page like a conversation with friends or ad-libbing on certain songs. It was a welcoming distraction on particularly rough parts of the work.

“Ah, but one thing that I really need to get off my chest today.” Vernon’s low chuckle rumbled in my ears, “I’m incredibly annoyed at what went down at Sigma Tau today. My boy Coups was brutally rejected for formal on stage this afternoon.”

Shooting up from my nylon seat, its wheels rolled farther from the desk causing my ears to tug painfully from the wire. Pulling myself back to the wooden desk, I furrowed my eyebrows as my focus blurred from my literature paper, concentrating on what Vernon had to say.

“I mean, he did so much for her, Got her flowers, played her favorite song right before he asked, and even got her sisters on it, But once she got off the stage she apparently got so angry, and walked out on him! Seriously?” he scoffed, the once enjoyable sound of his voice feeling like a grating chalkboard forced against my ears. “It was so rude of her, I hope she apologizes to him soon because no one deserves to be treated that way.”

White heat boiled my blood, my jaw pulled so low in shock that it ached. My fingers twitched with a sudden urge to rip at my textbook that I’ve left on the side for the last ten minutes, finally putting it to good use on my sanity.

“Feel free to drop some comments on the forum or shoot me a call, let me know your opinion.”

With pleasure. My fingers typed at lightspeed as I searched up the radio’s number, then with equal pace as I tapped on my cellphone with a bit of unnecessary force with each key. Pulling out one bud, I pressed my cell to my ear. The dial tone was Drake’s Fake Love, which made me even more irritated as I waited for him to pick up.

“And then I was craving—oh, we got our first phone call of the night!” A small, cruel smile nipped on the edge of my lips at Vernon’s innocence as he prepared to pick up. Ripping out the other earbud, I slammed my laptop shut, the lid echoing in the small cubicle. “Good evening, Caller 10.” Vernon sing-songed, “Welcome to The Lockdown. What’s up?”

“Hello, Vernon.” I replied with an equally cheery voice, drumming my nails against the lid of my computer. “I presume you were there when Seungcheol asked that girl to formal?”

“Oh, yeah. Of course I was there.” his voice perked up, probably eager to vent out his frustrations of this afternoon. I was equally armed.

“So I guess you’re blind, then?” I bite, my voice still laced with a sickly positivity.

I felt his breath hitch slightly, probably undetected from the rest of campus listening, but against my ear his surprise was blissfully palpable. “E-excuse me?” he said.

“Because if you had eyes, you would’ve seen how absolutely uncomfortable that poor girl looked on stage. She looked like she was about to cry.” I prayed that the girl from this afternoon wasn’t listening in, and if Seungcheol was supporting his friend like I’d imagine, I hoped he’d feel every ounce of my venom. “How dare you insinuate that girl was wrong. She doesn’t have to apologize, and in fact it’s your friend that should be apologizing.”

“Whoa whoa, hold up Ten.” I blistered at the fact he referred to me as a number, but let it slide considering it was my first time on his line and I was attacking him. “You don’t even know the whole story—”

“Oh, I don’t need to know the whole story to know that your friend is immature and delusional. And so are you, if you think some flowers and a grand confession is any consolation for a date. She had every right to say no.”

“You have no idea,” I felt his voice go dangerously low, like the way a predator would test the waters. Eliciting that sort of reaction from the originally happy Vernon, was satisfying. “How much Coups likes that girl. He would do anything—”

“Bullshit.” I spat, fingers curling around my phone. “If he really liked her, he wouldn’t have put her on the chopping block. He wouldn’t have let her stand on that damn stage, forced to say yes on the spot. She was doing your friend a favor,” I said slowly, my words careful and deliberate. “And made sure she wouldn’t embarrass him like he was embarrassing her.”

I knew Vernon was hanging on a thread, trying to be mighty and defend his friend. Despite my subconscious telling me to let this poor boy off the hook, it’s not my business and it’s his show, I couldn’t let him continue to talk as if he knew everything.

Vernon scoffed, and I could imagine him practically groveling in his studio, grappling for a comeback. “You really think he was trying to hurt her? Coups wouldn’t hurt a fly.” he said.

“Then if it’s not you or me, Seungcheol is the blind one. If you had asked me out on that stage, you better believe I wouldn’t have been as nice to you as she was.”

“Good thing that won’t happen, ever.” Vernon shot back. “I don’t think I’d want to date someone like you.”

Low. Blow. “Excuse me?” I hissed. Screw being quiet in the study room, I got up, smacking my palms against the desk as if Vernon was right in front of me. “You’d be so lucky to date someone like me—”

“Oh!” I heard some rustling, plastic, prickling against my ear. And then the call ended.

Ripping the phone away, I whipped open my laptop and turned on The Lockdown.

“The call dropped.” Vernon’s A-class acting reverberated through my speakers, his candied voice strained with concealed stress. “So, so sorry that happened, Ten.” he cooed. I was fuming, half-tempted to fling my laptop across the room if it wasn’t so expensive. “Anyway, I hope she comes to her senses. The exams must be getting to her, but on more important—”

I closed my laptop with another huff, throwing it in its case and shoving my books in my bag. Unbelievable. It was hard to get me riled, but my face was burning so hard with embarrassment and anger that my cheeks hurt. No way in hell was I letting this guy get to me. He was probably a complete idiot who didn’t deserve the satisfaction of making me angry, and was probably sweating in his studio for being such a coward and ending an argument that he was destined to lose. Throwing my jacket on, I left the study area as fast as I could. I needed food, a hot shower, and Vernon’s stupid voice to be erased from my memory.

I passed by the lobby, avoiding DJ Suga’s smirk as he lazed against his desk.

“Nice show, doll.” I heard him say to my retreating back. “You’re a natural.”

“So, I heard the radio show last night.” Joshua’s voice was like a meek puppy, molasses slow as he weighed my expressions.

“Can we not?” I sighed tiredly, taking a sharp stab into my bubble tea. My straw pierced through the tight plastic with a satisfying ‘pop’ and I gave a hard sip of my thai.

The small bubble tea shop felt even more suffocating than usual, the arylide yellow walls closing in on me through Joshua’s motherly gaze. There was nowhere to go when you’re trapped under his chocolate eyes. People who have never done a wrong thing in their life would plead guilty if Joshua was chastising them.

“Minghao’s in Sigma. He said that Vernon was practically fuming when he got back.” he informed, both of his hands clutching in his mango yogurt tea. “Apparently he doesn’t get angry often.”

“Well, I’m glad I was able to tap into his newfound emotions.” I replied tartly, looking away to focus on the black framed window. The sky was a dull blue-grey, signaling the end of another day. Clouds blanketed the campus, fat and eager for a reprieve. “Josh, can you please stop looking at me like that? I did nothing wrong. I only spoke my mind, or is that against your moral code?”

“It’s not.” Joshua huffed. “But you messed up your final project by picking a fight with him. You don’t have much time.”

“It’s fine. I’ll ask Suga for help. He found my little stunt entertaining.”

“His show is about underground rap. What on earth do you know about underground rap?”

“Okay, what about Woozi?”

“Not after what happened last night. Vernon and Jihoon are friends, no way is he going to help you.”

“Alright, Grapevine.” I looked up at him through my lashes. “I was impulsive. What do you want me to do, apologize for telling the truth?”

“Stop attacking me. I'm just saying for the sake of your grade, you should try making peace with him.” Joshua took an obnoxious sip of his tea, emptying his plastic cup with a loud slurp. “You already declared radio as your topic, right?”

“Yeah, yeah.” I glowered, shifting in my uncomfortable metal stool. “I’ll figure something out, don’t worry.”

Seemingly satisfied, Joshua threw away his finished drink and put on his backpack. A little part of me envied how put-together my friend always was, the perfect poster student in a baby blue button down and Dockers oxfords. He gave me a pleased smile and waved to the owner, pulling out his portable umbrella. “I gotta go to glee club, but think about what I said alright?” he patted my head, mussing up my hair. Before I could growl in his face he was already out the door, waving cheerfully.

Once he was out of sight, I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding in. Feeling a whole lot more heavier and weighed with the whole world against me, I slumped in my chair and leaned over my laptop. Ordering another round of tea, I vegetated in that little hole-in-the-wall shop all evening. Mulling over my unfinished radio project, the layers and upon layers of other subjects I had to handle, and to my bitter acknowledgement, The Lockdown. Had I made a mistake, lashing on a fellow student when I really did have no clue what was going on? I only said what I saw, and while I wasn't going to take it back a little part of me felt guilty for putting that guy on the spot.

It was already past ten when I finally decided to go home. Popping my joints in all the right places I packed up my things, bumping into other customers who were trying to get something to drink before the shop closed. Bubbling myself to repel the happy students lazing around the sweet smelling shop, I walked outside where the rain was at its peak.

Thunder popped across the sky, and I flinched, clutching the straps of my bag tighter around my shoulders. I didn’t have an umbrella and my windbreaker definitely wasn’t large enough to protect myself and my laptop. Water droplets bounced like millions of tiny scintillating diamonds across the sidewalk, and I had to take half a step under the canopy to stay dry.

“The rain isn’t going to stop anytime soon, but a little water never hurt anybody.”

That voice. The pops in the sky, the lightning streaking across the midnight blue sky suddenly made a race into my chest, electrifying me and rooting me to the spot. An umbrella was suddenly draped over my head, the inner lining decorated with pearl white clouds and a clear azure sky. I looked up to the speaker of that insultingly attractive voice, and it belonged to DJ Vernon of The Thursday Night Lockdown.

There were a number of things that confused me on a daily basis. The people who order iced water at Starbucks, or why the detergent pods couldn’t be used in the laundry rooms because they were so damn convenient. But today it was Vernon, I couldn’t fathom why I couldn’t look at him and get mad like I did last night. It was like he was a completely different person, the way he smiled like he was the sunshine steering away tonight’s rainfall.

He was cute. Really cute. I felt trapped under his aura, which felt tons warmer than the cold rainy night. Eyes like caramel coffee, both energizing and sweet. A smile so disarming I was struck as much as the lightning to a tree, a little part of me felt like he was being betrayed because I didn’t deserve such niceties.

“Uh, are you okay?” his smile quirked in confusion, and I realized he probably felt really uncomfortable that I was staring up at him like he was some beacon in a fog. He tilted his head, the dark bangs shifting slightly in his neon orange beanie. One hand held the handle of the umbrella, the other with a large strawberry yogurt boba. If I moved a centimeter closer I would surely be bumping into his arm. As fate would play dirty tricks in life, it was inevitable that I would end up meeting him the night after I called him out.

Feeling like cotton was being shoved in my throat, I said quietly, “Hey, Vernon.”

And I couldn’t comprehend the sinking feeling in my stomach when his face fell slightly at my words, recognizing my voice just as quickly as I had. “Oh, Ten.” he said with a sort of glazed wonder, his umbrella dipping slightly to let the water dribble off the edge. “You look, a lot less scarier than I imagined you to be.”

“Scarier?” I gaped, wondering exactly how angry I made this guy.

“Yeah. When you’re not talking, of course.” his voice was devoid of any distinguishable emotion, blending with his barely there smile and off-putting gaze. “You look, kind of sweet actually. But unfortunately for you, looks are deceiving.” he deadpanned simply.

And he dropped me like a bowling ball, pulling away from me and walking into the rain.

My eyes followed his quickly retreating trail, looking about as dry as a sheet of paper as he walked into the street. I swallowed back a sigh, half-expecting Vernon to walk away upon discovering I was Caller 10. He had every right to leave me stranded, but it felt even crappier watching him walk off in the rain. I looked up into the suffocating sky, the dark clouds giving me no hope of getting back to the dorms without being drenched. Maybe if I stared hard enough, the rain would stop. Maybe I could do a raindance, at this point dignity was non-existent.

The tic-tic of rain suddenly turned into harsh splashes, and I looked straight to find Vernon retreating his footsteps and making his way back to me. If he noticed his Timberlands drowning by the neck in grimy water, he made no notice. He looked like he was talking to himself, his cheeks glowing pink in the midst of the grey city as he quickly pushed himself back to the front of the store. My heart rate seemed to multiply in double time the closer he got, and I fought the urge to go back inside the warm shop and avoid him altogether.

“Okay, shit. I’m not that much of a dick.” he looked guilty, biting his bubble gum toned lips. There it was again with the eyes, I thought in frustration as he stared in the remnants of my soul. They reminded me a little of Joshua’s, they way he’d stare and be completely willing to share the world. Vernon placed the umbrella over both of our heads. “I’m not gonna let you walk in the rain alone. Are you heading to the bus stop?”

“Yeah.” I said quietly, still surprised he actually came back for me. What exactly was this guy?

“Cool. C’mon then.”

I followed his footsteps, doing my best to match his long legs which were covered by a light pair of cuffed jeans. I don’t even know what I was thinking, walking with the guy I practically trashed on the night before. He didn’t seem to know what he was doing either, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously as he walked to the stoplight. It seemed more like his morality was forcing him to be generous to me, and it was only more aching on my conscious knowing he was being nice to someone who probably didn’t deserve it.

“Wow,” I murmured against the thick rain, soft enough for only the two of us to hear. “You’re really nice.”

A small grin tugged on Vernon’s lips as we rounded the corner. He refused to look at me, his gaze dead straight on our destination. “Why, did you think I was some evil radio host?”

“No.” I snorted, “Believe it or not I actually thought you were pretty nice back then, too. Anyone who’d stand to defend their friend no matter how bad they messed up, is a pretty good guy in my books.”

He didn’t reply after that, and I didn’t mind. He probably thought I was tricking him or something. We stood in front of the bus stop next to the other late-stragglers, waiting for the next bus to take us back.

I tried not to notice the wary look he gave me, not because I looked threatening, but because I was pretty far from him. As big as his umbrella was, I kept edging away from the center to give him his personal space. My left shoulder was exposed, water spilling on the wicker fabric of my windbreaker. I did my best to ignore the subtle way Vernon would try to cover it.

“Your show is nice.” I continued to fill the lack of conversation, might as well while we waited it out. “It was my first time listening to it. I thought it was great, I like your music taste and you really sound like you’re enjoying it. I was actually supposed to write about your show for a project. Still am, actually.” I added with a little bit of remorse, willing for the bus to come faster. “It’s too late to change my topic, but I’ll figure my way around.” The familiar red and white bus turned into the stop, and I shied away from Vernon’s space, finally looking at him with as much sincerity as I could muster. “Thanks for waiting.”

And as I climbed on the bus, Vernon finally spoke.

“Turns out the girl broke into tears after. Coups really fucked up.”

My head snapped to him in surprise, Vernon still rooted on the spot. While I didn’t want to be right, knowing I was made the situation feel a lot more real. Our fight wasn't in vain. I didn't understand why Vernon felt the need to tell me that, so I bit my lip and replied, “I'm sorry to hear that happened.”

“You were right about Seungcheol. I talked to him today.” he looked up through his lashes with nothing but pure guilt, “While I’m still angry for you talking trash about my friend, I’m sorry I was quick to judge.”

Before I could even let his words sink in, the glass doors barriered us, and the buss whirred back to life. I gripped on the handle of the railing, watching Vernon wait for his bus as mine drove away. Vernon certainly was a character, I couldn’t even tell if he liked me or hated me. But he said sorry, and it wasn’t even his fault, and that only fueled the aching guilt inside me that would haunt me for the following week.

The next Thursday felt more like a Monday, the most painful Monday-Thursday in my entire college career. There was just so much work. I felt like I was drowning in it. Drowning in sleepless nights, drowning in coffee and all the various types of teas in the hope to keep myself conscious for even five seconds. I couldn’t retain any information my professors were giving me. My projects were crap, my life was a mess, and I could hardly breathe.

So that’s how I ended up in my dormitory’s laundry room at 3 A.M., curled up against the washing machine. My laptop was strewn across my slippers, my headphones connected to them and wound over my ears.

I’m sure it was normal for students to have their obligatory breakdown midway through the semester. When everything feels like it’s crashing down on you and you have no idea how to get up. I pressed my back further into the rumbling washing machine, the cool metal burning through my thin pajamas. I turned my music up up up, all the way to max volume until I couldn’t hear myself tear.

Crying’s a good thing, I tell myself.

It’d be even worse to let myself bottle up and explode in the worst possible way. I wasn’t even entirely sure as to what I was crying about, all I knew was that I was sad and I needed to let it out. Was it the piles of work? The fact that I missed home? My subpar projects? My shoulders shook like a chilled autumn leaf, brittle and vulnerable, my throat constricting and my face puffy and wet with stress.

I wasn’t exactly sure how long I was crying for, but I remember hearing the music breaking to a MultiVitamin commercial, forcing me to change the station on my computer.

“We’re at the last hour of The Lockdown.” Vernon’s voice purred in my ears, willing me to lift my shoulders up a centimeter.

I exhaled tiredly, wiping away the tears that still wouldn’t cease their race down my face. My fixation to his radio show since that time in the rain definitely wasn't healthy, it was one of the main things distracting me from my studies. Although I would like to convince myself it was because of my Media Studies project, and not a certain beanie-wearing DJ.

“I'm not exactly sure how many of you are up with me, but if you are—that's lit!” I suppressed the small smile at his infectious enthusiasm. “Because now you get to listen to a little something I whipped up with Sigma last month. It still needs a little bit of work, but you’ll like it either way.”

Vernon wrote music?

“This is for everyone who's going through a hard time right now. That you'll always have someone to lean on.

If I am in your heart If I am really in your heart Wherever you are I will follow you Even if we’re so busy That we can’t see each other often If we get drunk on each other and fall asleep In the dreams, don’t hesitate Lean on me.”

When he started rapping, I realized there was way more to radio than I thought. Way more on the inside to the puzzle that was Vernon. At the time, the one thing that I was absolutely sure of was that I seriously underestimated him. There was so much passion in his words, the messages he wanted to share, his declaration was nothing more than genuine. It only caused my emotional self to get even worse, tears bubbling down my face like water boiling over.

As soon as he finished his song I pulled out my phone, and tugged off the plug of the speaker. Vernon’s bashful self started explaining the origins of his song, the speakers echoing throughout the cramped laundry room. Pressing my cell to my ear, I waited to the all-too familiar dial tone of “Hotline Bling.”

“Oh. We have a caller! I didn’t think anyone would be awake.” he chuckled awkwardly, and I wondered what he thought about his rapping if he only decided to sing when virtually no one would be listening. “Welcome to The Lockdown… Ten?”

Surprise, surprise. “Hey, Vernon.” I sniffed, trying my hardest not to whimper according to my weary throat.

“Are you, are you crying?” there was disbelief laced in his voice, honest surprise. He spoke as if this wasn't public radio, like a one-on-one phone call between two friends. “Was it that bad?”

“What? No?” I hiccupped, rubbing my raw nose between the paw of my sweater. “You’re amazing. I loved it so much. You’re so talented.” the words rushed out in impatient whispers, as if the laundry room had ears and would eat up my words if I didn’t speak fast enough. “I had no idea you could write songs.”

“Thank you.” he murmured, his words lingering in the air with no intention of ending the conversation.

“And I’m sorry. Sorry for talking shit on-air, sorry for thinking so badly for you, sorry for everything and anything. And if it’s okay and if you think I’m not so much of a scary person as you imagined,” his warm chuckles reverberated through the airwaves, and I stuffed my face in my sweater in embarrassment, “I know you said you’d never want to go out with me, but do you think you could take those words back for one afternoon? So I can apologize in person.”

I could practically hear his smile from the other line. “It’s a date, Ten.”

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