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juustokaku · 5 days ago

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Confidentiality - Chapter 9. - yandere!ATEEZ OT8 x f!reader

Introduction: Joining a peer support group for mentally ill was a good idea for the last two times you were there. Then it's only natural for the third time to go well too, right?

Pairings: yandere!Hongjoong x reader, yandere!Seonghwa x reader, yandere!Yunho x reader, yandere!Yeosang x reader, yandere!San x reader, yandere!Mingi x reader, yandere!Wooyoung x reader, yandere!Jongho x reader

T/W: This story will include talk about mental health struggles such as body dysmorphia, paranoid thoughts and more. Possessive and obsessive behavior, stalking, manipulation, violence. Dark themes are to be expected. A/N: Long time no see... It has been almost two months since the last chapter but here it is! I had planned to finish this after Christmas but I was sick for the rest of the vacation TT. This chapter isn't that full of action, but it has some important details. Word count: 3 453

There you were, sitting in a circle on the floor like in kindergarten, gathered around a board game. As if the setting hadn’t reminded you of your early childhood enough already, the guys you were sitting with were making it even more nostalgic with their childish fighting.

“No, Wooyoung! You can’t move four spaces when the dice shows only two!” San exclaimed, grabbing Wooyoung’s token from the game board, which was a single macaroni found from the floor. He moved the token two steps behind from where Wooyoung had set it.

Yeosang and you exchanged concerned glances as San and Wooyoung started arguing about the macaroni’s rightful place. You were still feeling quite bitter about Wooyoung presenting your menstrual pad to everyone earlier during the day, so you hoped San would win the battle.

Unfortunately, suddenly Yeosang and San’s dry macaroni pieces were snatched from the board, and disappeared into Wooyoung’s mouth. All three of you watched in horror as Wooyoung swallowed them before turning to look at you.

With a creepy grin on his lips, he leaned closer to you. In return you leaned slightly away, enough to not feel his breath on your skin but to keep it polite, but you couldn’t escape from Wooyoung’s intense gaze challenging you.

“It looks like you and I are the only ones left in the game, baby,” he smirked.

You wondered how you got into the situation of playing with macaronis with grown men. The plan for the night had been to sleep at Yeosang’s place, so you wouldn’t have to sit in front of your front door, waiting for morning and the locksmith to arrive. In an area like that, you never felt safe even in your own apartment building at night.

But you didn’t feel exactly safe now either. Yeosang was your friend, trustworthy enough for you to sleep at his place, but surprisingly there was an addition of two men, both from the infamous therapy group. Apparently, they had come there earlier to have a game night with Yeosang. If they stayed the night, you couldn’t guarantee you’d ever wake up again. Or if they were merciful enough to let you live, your head would have been shaved bald like a bright bowling ball – most likely from Wooyoung’s suggestion.

“I don’t want to play anymore,” San huffed after he had been forcefully kicked out from the game.

Yeosang nodded his head, “Me neither. Let’s do something else.”

The macaroni-devourer man frowned, ready to throw a fit, “You’re just sore losers. Y/N and I can play although you two are bad at this game.”

You wanted desperately to do something else, afraid of what could happen when the game was only between you and Wooyoung. His eyes were fixed on you like San and Yeosang’s macaronis weren’t the only thing he wanted to eat – you'd be the next one swallowed.

“I-I think changing the activity is a good idea,” you muttered.

Wooyoung couldn’t do anything when all three of you were against him.

He wasn’t complaining for long though when he got the permission, not from you but Yeosang and San, to spread home-made facial mask on you. Your bottom was hurting from sitting on the floor for so long, but you kept silent; San would probably volunteer as your official chair, setting you on his lap, if you said a word.

The room was dim, and there was relaxing music for meditation playing on the background, failing to ease your nerves. Wooyoung’s face was way too close to yours; if you leaned a little closer, you would be able to kiss his pretty lips. He was rubbing the facial mask on your cheeks, squeezing them together until your lips pursed.

“You look like a duck,” Wooyoung stated.

The frown he got from you as response made him chuckle, “A cute one. My pretty little duckling.”

You could see Yeosang and San, who were doing facial masks for each other, looking at you, listening intently every word that left Wooyoung’s lips and watching your reactions. It felt like they were evaluating you, but you had no idea what was the correct reaction they wanted.

“Eyes on me.”

Quickly, you turned your gaze back on Wooyoung, who was looking at you much more seriously now. It was for a second only when his eyes were stern and void of any light, but then he smiled mischievously again. The hand which had tightened around your cheeks went back to spreading the mask on your face. The way he massaged you would have made you relaxed if it wasn’t for the crazed look on his face just a moment ago.

Were you just overthinking? It wasn’t unusual of you to see people’s expressions and gestures as alarming. A smile from a stranger passing by was the grin of a psychopath planning how to kill you, and a baby looking at you in the queue was a robot sent to spy on you, its eyes serving as cameras, filming your every move.

You recognized those thoughts as insane; robot babies couldn’t look that real after all.

“Is it done?” you asked Wooyoung when he took his hands off of your face.

“Close your eyes and lean your head back for me, would you?”

If it had been just the two of you, you would have never put yourself into a position of vulnerability in front of Wooyoung. Even blinking was too risky when that menace was close to you.

However, San and Yeosang would hopefully protect you if Wooyoung tried anything. You followed his request and let your eyes close.

Soon something wet weighed on your eyelids, and you could only guess Wooyoung had placed slices of cucumber.

“Voila! Master Wooyoung has finished his masterpiece,” you could hear the man clasp his hands together, “Time for the payment.”

“I thought this was free!”

“Oh, come on. I don’t need much.”

Suddenly, you could feel his breath tickling your ear. It had been a mistake to close your eyes, considering that man was capable of anything – except when it came to things that required thinking sanely.

Your body tensed up, sitting straighter and fists clenched in nervousness.

“I just need a little kiss. Show those two that I have your full attention.”

Wooyoung’s whisper was warm on your skin but it still made goosebumps rise. The words shouldn’t have shocked you, given the fact they were said by him. They could have been considered attractive by someone, but you knew better – at least you thought so.

“Please. Even on the cheek. Just a small peck.”

Wooyoung pressed his face into your hair, sniffing it. As you tried to lean away from him, he grabbed your head and brought it back to his nose. He definitely took his time filling his nostrils with your scent, every breath out making your skin tingle.

“Smells...” he spoke, “Smells like shit. Go take a shower, girl.”

Just like that the intense moment had been cut off. You took the cucumber slices off of your eyes to look at Wooyoung who was grinning widely. You weren’t the only one glaring at him, since Yeosang and San had heard his insult too.

“Watch your mouth,” to your surprise it was Yeosang who warned Wooyoung. He looked even madder than you or San who was often the more confrontative one.

Still, you were embarrassed by Wooyoung’s comment, fearing that you were stinky for real. As you moved away from him to sit with Yeosang and San, his grin fell downwards, now a worried pout.

“Y/N, come back here,” Wooyoung whined.

“No. If I’m so smelly, you should be happy I’m staying far away from you.”

If you hadn’t felt bad for him, seeing his sad, regretful eyes, you would have felt proud. Finally, you had defended yourself – in some sense at least.

Unfortunately, him and San had decided to stay for the night. Wooyoung was sentenced to sleeping on the floor without a mattress for insulting your scent, while San got the second worst option, couch, not because he did anything wrong though.

You felt awkward, wearing Yeosang’s t-shirt and sweatpants as nightwear. He had generously lent them, so you wouldn’t feel bad about sleeping on his bed with the clothes you had been wearing during the day. Wooyoung’s comment had left you afraid of being stinky.

Yeosang made sure you had climbed onto the bed comfortably before turning the lights off and settling in the bed with you. Both of you stayed silent, staring at the ceiling. Yeosang and you were close, having spent quite a lot of time together, but being this close physically was nerve-wracking. Perhaps not in a bad way.

“You don’t reek, Y/N. Your smell is very pleasant.”

His quiet assurance surprised you but eased your fears, which Wooyoung had brought back on surface with his careless comment. It hadn’t been the first time you were called stinky. “Sweaty sock – Y/N” was what the other kids had called you. Was it really your fault if your parents had been too poor to buy you more than three pairs of socks?

Yeosang and you fell asleep after some time of quietly conversing, sharing your concerns and thoughts about who might have stolen your keys. Some people would have told you that you just forgot them on the floor, but Yeosang disagreed; he was on your side like always.

It was dark so there was no use to even opening your eyes. Still, they fluttered open in the middle of the night as you were woken up by the hot puffs of air hitting the nape of your neck. In and out, you could hear someone breathing heavily. Goosebumps rose on your skin.

An arm was slung around your waist, holding onto you tight. It was a vulnerable position, not seeing who had trapped you in their excuse of an embrace. But you had a feeling who it could be.

“W-Wooyoung?”

“I’m flattered you knew it was me.”

You sighed in relief, not necessarily because Wooyoung was supposedly a safe person, but he probably wouldn’t have the balls to murder you when Yeosang was sleeping next to you.

“You know, I could do anything to you right now.”

Never mind. He was a man capable of everything.

Wooyoung’s arms tightened around you, his hand finding its way to touch the place on your chest where your heart lied, not too deep away from your skin. It raced like it would explode in your chest any moment now.

“I was too scared to sleep alone, but based on your heartbeat it seems like you’re the one more scared,” he chuckled.

“Could you rather cuddle with Yeosang?”

The silence that followed your words was threatening; it hung in the air, thick and tense. Wooyoung’s breaths felt heavier on the nape of your neck. It was clear you had said something wrong.

“Don’t be silly. Why would you want me to cuddle with someone else?”

“Because I’m uncomfortable.”

You could feel Wooyoung almost flinching at your words, but you couldn’t understand. Did he really think you wanted him to cuddle with you? The two of you didn’t know each other well, not to mention he called you stinky, so you had no desire to be close to him despite being quite touch-starved.

“But I’m scared.”

“What are you scared of?”

Wooyoung stayed silent for a couple seconds like he was hesitant, but then he spoke.

“I’ve been receiving weird phone calls, letters, and text messages.”

The man’s revelation caught your interest. You didn’t like hearing the word ‘letters’ at all, but this could be a lead to what you had experienced before Jongho’s disappearing.

“Tell me more, please.”

Wooyoung sighed, sounding relieved that you didn’t dismiss his experiences, “They are practically all the same. Phone calls, letters, text messages... they all tell me the same date. Nothing more.”

So, Wooyoung’s letters didn’t have any proper writing there. Therefore, you couldn’t compare the handwriting in your letters to the one on his. Maybe you could check if the letters had been written with the same pen.

“Can you show me one of those letters?”

“I don’t have pictures of them,” despite not being able to see him, the smirk on Wooyoung’s face was obvious from his voice, “But you could come to my place, and I’ll show you.”

That didn’t sound like fun time at all. You’d step nowhere near Wooyoung’s apartment if you didn’t have strong men like San or Yeosang for protection. Or Jongho. Jongho who had been missing for quite a while already, disappeared like he never had even existed in your life.

“Can’t you bring the letters somewhere public?”

Wooyoung sounded pouty when you refused his offer, “Oh, come on. I’ll cook something for you. A sensual, romantic dinner without Jongho tossing plates at everyone.”

You didn’t know whether to chuckle or get sad just at the thought of Jongho. Most of all, you were just left surprised.

“You know about that?”

“Of course I know. Yeosang shares everything and everyone with us,” Wooyoung giggled, squeezing your waist.

He knew just how to sound as creepy as possible; you weren’t even sure if the insinuation was about you, but your gut feeling demanded you to stay far away from him.

Despite your desperate need for safety, you had to find out more about who had been contacting Wooyoung in such weird ways. The chances of your stalker and the one having sent Wooyoung letters being the same person were quite big. It may have sounded crazy, but you had to accept his offer.

“Fine,” as soon as you opened your mouth, you already regretted your decision, yet couldn’t take it back, “I’ll come to your house but Yeosang will come too.”

It didn’t seem like Wooyoung was bothered by it at all. Eventually he dozed off, happily holding you like you were his favorite childhood plush animal to sleep with, which he had drooled on and squeezed to death for years already. You had a little harder time falling asleep, but it was impossible to fight back the exhaustion forever.

“No, it’s not the time yet.”

“Why not? It’s the perfect opportunity.”

“You’re too impatient.”

You woke up alone in Yeosang’s dim bedroom. It was a beautiful weekend morning but you didn’t feel quite fresh; Wooyoung’s embrace hadn’t left you a lot of space to breathe, and now you felt like a sad, deflated balloon.

The voices coming from behind the door were quiet and it was hard to hear all of the words being spoken, but Wooyoung’s voice was so much louder that it became easy to recognize the subject of the conversation by context.

“I think she woke up, so shut your mouths. I’m going to check up on her.”

You barely had time to close your eyes before San was standing by the bedroom door, inspecting your act of sleeping which definitely looked less natural than you wanted it to.

Maybe it was your shaky breaths or the unusual sleeping position that gave you away, but San immediately noticed your attempts at fooling him.

“I’ve seen you sleep before. Stop acting like I wouldn’t notice that you’re awake,” San chuckled.

With your sleepy brain, you didn’t even pay attention to his words carefully.

You heard the door closing, but opening your eyes immediately would have been a risky move. All you could do was keep quiet and eyes shut for a second before checking if the door had left San outside or let him in.

A few moments passed, and the room was full of tense silence. It was nerve-wracking, not being able to see what and who was around you. You held your shaky breaths in case San was still in the room.

But after some time, it felt like you were alone. Your eyes opened carefully.

San was in front of you, crouching. Even in the dim room you could see the wide smile, dimples prominent on his cheeks. The way his eyes were staring straight into your soul made your heart skip a beat – not in a good way. They weren’t unkind, almost even too eager which made it worse. His face was so close to yours that you could hear whenever he swallowed.

“You heard us, right?” San’s smile made you feel uneasy.

He clearly didn’t believe you as you shook your head ‘no’.

“Liar. Do you want to know what we talked about?”

This time, you weren’t sure whether to shake your head or nod. The things he’d reveal could be terrifying and make you feel unsafe. However, you couldn’t just stay oblivious; you nodded.

San stayed silent and stood up from your level to his full height. He looked down at you as he spoke.

“You’ll find out sooner than later, princess. Just don’t worry for now.”

San’s words, the conversation they were having, and Wooyoung’s mention of someone contacting him had left you puzzled. As you arrived back home when the locksmith had finally granted you an access to your own apartment, you thought you’d feel safe again.

But as your gaze fell on the state of your home, you decided it; you’d stop going to the peer support therapy. You’d report a crime to the police. There was no way you could keep this up, even though it meant that the social assistance would be gone.

Even by the first glance, you could see the television screen which didn’t look broken by accident. Many other surfaces that once presented your reflection had been shattered as well. It looked like the mirrors had been smashed with a hard object – definitely intentionally.

The glass doors of your cabinet were in smithereens on the floor and the objects from inside it, that were dear to you, had been stolen. In the middle of all the fear, a pang of annoyance perked its head up at the knowledge that the robber could have just opened the doors to get your prized possessions from inside the cabinet.

But it wasn’t just a mere robber. You wished it had been, but what kind of a robber would have left a small teddy bear sitting neatly on the couch?

Your careful steps were quiet but the beating of your heart wasn’t. You knew you should have called the police before walking into your own home which had become now a crime scene, but the plush bear basically called out your name.

When your fingertips brushed against the soft fur, a song suddenly started playing from the teddy bear. Almost anyone would have found the beat familiar, and by the first words you recognized the song to be “Every Breath You Take” by The Police. It was a song some people used at their weddings but you had always thought the lyrics were creepy.

The sound was crappy and lyrics barely comprehensible. The song choice definitely wasn’t coincidental. You knew the stalker was back – and this time he had already been inside your apartment. Someone had definitely stolen your keys at the yesterday’s therapy appointment and paid a visit to your home.

It took too long for you to come to your senses, but you eventually took out your phone. Your shaky fingers tapped on the screen, dialing the emergency number. Your head was spinning with fear, senses heightened and listening to every possible sound in the apartment other than the singing teddy bear.

“Every bond you break, every step you take, I’ll be watching you.”

The plush bear kept serenading you. Its crackling voice and the beeping sound the phone made filled the silent apartment. Every second felt too long; the stalker could still be in your home, watching you.

The beeping sound stopped and your heart lurched when a calm voice answered.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

Finally, some help. If the police believed you, maybe the stalker would eventually get caught. They had never believed you before with those multiple desperate and distrustful reports, but this time you had evidence other than just your own suspicions.

You were about to explain the situation urgently when the teddy bear suddenly interrupted. Apparently, it could do more than just sing.

“I love you so much. I hope you know that I’m always by your side, behind you and in front of you. I’m in every direction and place, every corner and space. I love you. So. Much!”

You found it hard to believe the factory would have given the teddy bear lines like that. Someone very romantic had recorded a personal message for you.

“Hello? Is someone there?” the emergency number operator asked.

“Hopefully just me,” you answered. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ <- Chapter 8. Chapter 10. -> Masterlist ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Taglist: @devilzliaison @lover-with-dolar-sign-is-a-loser @passerbyforfun @gigikubolong29 @peqchplvto @eighttens @all-of-kpop @castingjinx @jsprien213 @cooldeermagazine

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shintaru · 6 months ago

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Yeah, it's you (oh, it's you)

m.list ♡ taglist

Warnings: Wooin, drug use, high on adrenaline, orgasm denial, over stimulation, unprotected sex, fem receiving, cream pie, caught, public sex, not proof read, amateur smut writer

You warm up and stretch preparing for your race. You double check your bike making sure it’s in good condition to race. The teams racing are monster, ghost, & sabbath crew. It won’t be an easy match. After all sabbath crew plays dirty. Monster told you to sit this race out due to sabbath crews game play but you decided against it not wanting to be treated differently because you’re a girl.

Besides you just have to speed past them and you won’t get hurt right? You think trying to reassure yourself. Pulling your hair into a bun showing off the monster crew logo on your back. You put your helmet in and head to the race track.

Somehow you managed to be in between Wooin and his tall friend Joker. "shit" you think to yourself anyone who rides beside Joker falls off their bike, you're just a little relieved that you're no where near Hyuk Kwon aka grim reaper. You get chills just thinking about the way he rides.

The loud guy with colorful hair shouts the rules of the match to all the viewers. “Hey, why don’t we have some fun just the two of us when we win the race?” Wooin says giving you a big grin. You roll your eyes adjusting your helmet. “What makes you think I’d go anywhere alone with you, and we’re winning not you” you reply. “Is monster crew always like this?” Wooin says under his breath but loud enough for you to hear him.

A blaring sound goes off letting you know the race has begun. You stay behind monster trying not to exhaust your energy before you sprint the last stretch. Joker and Wooin speed up right beside you looking over at Joker you can see he’s getting ready to crash into you. He hits his bike against yours and pushes you causing you to lean too far to the side landing on Wooin.

“Can’t stay off of me already” Wooin says smirking “shut up” you reply “I’ll take off first” you tell monster, he nods his head speeding up himself. Slowing down as you come towards the curve you get behind Wooin and speed around him on the other side trying to avoid joker drifting around the curve you crash into Wooin almost knocking you both off bikes.

You’ve passed sabbath crew but you can feel them right behind you. You glance behind you widening your eyes when you see Wooin right behind you with his forked tongue hanging out his mouth. “Where do you think you’re going” he says. “He’s on something” you think to yourself referring to the red capsule you saw him pour into his drink before the race. You try losing him at the next curve but you can’t shake him off. Trying to think of a way to get him off your tail Hwangyeon Choi crashes into you trying to knock Wooin off his bike.

You really think you’re going to fall now but once again you end up leaning against Wooin’s shoulder. “What are you playing at?” You ask him. “I told you already, I want us to have some fun together after the race” he replies. You roll your eyes leaning off his shoulder once you got your balance back. Joker comes out of no where in front of you two keeping Hwangyeon Choi in check. Following him Hyuk kwon does his signature jack knife trick hitting Hwangyeon in the nose sending him flying off his bike.

Seeing as they are distracted making sure Hwangyeons crew isn’t hit on their heels you speed past sabbath crew trying to get as far away as possible from Hyuk Kwon. “Definitely don’t want to race against that lunatic” you think to yourself. You sprint the last stretch with you and Monster coming in first and second place either Joker and Wooin in third and fourth.

Hyuk Kwon got disqualified for his jack knife trick. He isn’t allowed to race in the next race as penalty. You can see Wooin is pissed. “Told you we’d win” you tell him laughing as you walk past him heading to the locker rooms. The rest of your crew stayed back to take pictures and monster started doing squats…“That workout maniac” you say shaking your head in disbelief at his determination before turning around and entering the locker rooms.

You take your suit off leaving your slight sweaty body somewhat exposed you had under shorts and a bra under your suit but you don’t like wearing anything else underneath it gets too hot. Taking your hair down you open your crews locker just for it to slam in your face.

Turning around you’re met Wooin’s piercing gaze. “You think this is funny?” he yells startling you a little. “Well isn’t i?” You ask taking a step closer to him placing your hand on his chest pushing him back a little. “Get out so I can change” you tell him. You turn around to open your locker once again. Before you can put in the code Wooin has turned you around slamming you into the locker making you gasp as the cold metal touches your sweat drenched skin.

Wrapping his tattooed hand around your throat and pulling your face close to his “you don’t understand how angry and turned on i am right now” he says. You’re a little scared with how aggressive he is being with you. His eyes shift from your eyes to your lips and back up to your eyes. Dragging his thumb over your bottom lip dragging it down he says “let me taste you” you swallow nodding your head in response realizing that’s as close as you’ll get to him asking for your consent.

He wastes no time attaching his lips to yours. He drags his forked tongue across your bottom lip making you moan, he takes the opportunity to stick his tongue in your mouth tasting you. Pulling away from the kiss you’re both still attached to one another by a string of your mixed saliva that lingers on the both of your lips.

His sticks his fingers in your mouth telling you to suck on them you do as your told. Pulling his fingers out your mouth he slides them into the hem your shorts straight into your underwear. You stop his wrist saying “Wait someone might see us!” He gets closer to your ear and says with a smirk “Isn’t that the fun of it, love?” Sliding two fingers between your folds pushing them into you stretching you out with a scissoring motion.

“Wooin” you moan out gripping onto his forearms for support. He lifts your right leg over his hip holding it there to have better access to you. He rests his forehead on yours still thrusting his fingers in and out of you. “You’re squeezing my fingers so tightly” he says “I’m gonna come” you moan.

Wooin grabs the bottom of your jaw holding it open “You don’t get to come until I say so got it?” He says while spitting in your mouth, pulling his fingers out of you he sticks them in your mouth swirling your juices and his spit on your tongue you moan and suck on his fingers.

You don’t know how you got here but you’re completely naked with your back propped up against the lockers legs wrapped around Wooin’s waist as he thrusts in and out of you with a savage pace. You’re sure your back will have bruises with how hard you’re hitting the locker with each thrust.

Tears stream down your face from the pain. “Slow down it’s too much, it hurts” you plea. “You don’t get to give me orders” He says while licking your tears from your face. He continues fucking you with his rough pace.

"you can take it like the slut you are, right?" Wooin says. You nod your head letting him know you’ll behave. You needed to come so badly so you listened to him.

He stops thrusting in you and carries you over to the bench laying you down. Walking over to sabbath crew’s locker he grabs his clothes from their duffle bag and puts them under your hips. “What are you doing?” You ask “making it easier, what does it look like I’m doing?” You may back on the bench as he pulls your hips to meet his thrusting into them. “Mhm, Wooin” you moan loudly at how deep he’s reaching into you from the new position.

“Someone is going to hear us” you say “If you don’t want them to hear, stop moaning my name so loud” he replies

“I see the way you look at me when you think no one’s watching just switch to sabbath crew” he says. Before you can reply Monster walks in “shit I’m screwed” you think but you feel too good to care right now.

“What’s taking you so long to get changed? We are supposed to train” Monster says walking in on you and Wooin.

He has one hand around your throat and the other fondling with your breast. Removing his tongue from inside your mouth “She’s busy” Wooin replies making eye contact with Monster continuing to thrust into you. Monster exits the locker room pissed at Wooin leaving you trembling beneath the sabbath crew member.

“Damn, I finally got to him” he says laughing. “Cum on my cock” he demands you cum with Wooin. His thrusts don’t stop after he cums making you shudder beneath him you can’t take much more. “Not stopping until I get another one out of you” he says. Your second orgasm comes much faster with Wooin following immediately after. His thrusts slow and come to a stop as he pulls out looking at his cum spilling out of you and says “what a pretty mess we made, told you we’d have fun just the two of us”

You roll your eyes “I’m probably getting kicked off monster crew” you say earning a laugh from wooin. “Looks like we’ll have more time together like this now that you won’t be busy with them” he says.

“Next time I’m riding you” you say pulling him into a kiss. He smirks into the kiss pulling you closer to him by your hips. “Deal” he says breaking from the kiss taking your phone he texts Monster telling him you’ll be switching to sabbath crew. You can’t deny you’ve always had an attraction to the sabbath crew member but you could never act on it. Monster crew being with sabbath? They wouldn’t have allowed it.

Dedicated to @cozyunderworld I hope this was how you pictured it when you requested it

Credits to the owner of the divider posts! I didn’t make them I saved them a while back and unfortunately I don’t remember who made them 😭😭

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atzjieun · 2 months ago

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Main Dancer of Kpop Group becomes First 4th Gen Idol to win King of Masked Singer

November 18, 2024

An idol who debuted in 2018 has become the first in her generation to win King of Masked Singer!

Silver Flame first appeared on the 472nd episode of King of Masked Singer, first impressing the audience and panel of judges with a rendition of Butterfly by Loveholics, where she defeated Correct Answer Killer.

After moving onto the second round, Silver Flame once again wowed the audience through her cover of Sudden Shower from the popular 2024 kdrama, Lovely Runner. She defeated her opponent in Mudskipper to advance to the third round.

Silver Flame chose The Winner Takes It All, a song originally by ABBA that was featured in the hit musical Mamma Mia, as her final song. She would go on to win the third round and knock out the final opponent, bringing her to the battle where she would face off against the defending champion in Carnival. All three of Silver Flame’s performances were used as voting standard against the reigning champion, and ultimately, Silver Flame was crowned as the 234th Generation and 71st overall Masked King.

Due to the format of King of Masked Singer, Silver Flame’s identity has not been formally revealed and will not be revealed until she is defeated. However, fans were easily able to identify the voice of Silver Flame as belonging to none other than ATEEZ’s Jieun.

Jieun is the youngest member of ATEEZ and is the main dancer, lead vocalist and lead rapper of the group. Regarded as an all-rounder, Jieun also actively participates in behind-the-scenes ventures from choreography to songwriting and producing.

The episode where Jieun was crowned as the winner of King of Masked Singer aired on Sunday, November 17. This day marked multiple significant events for the group as ATEEZ also attended the KGMAs, where they took home the first daesang of their careers. As though by fate, November 17 also marks the 6 year anniversary of ATEEZ’s fanbase, ATINY.

ATEEZ recently had their comeback on November 15 with Golden Hour: Part.2. When asked about her goals for this promotion period, Jieun explained that she was excited to show a different side of herself and hoped her growth as an artist would shine through. Given the amount of achievements already earned this promotion period, it’s evident that the idol’s goals are well within reach.

2024 marked many firsts for the group. From being the first coed kpop group to perform at Coachella, the first kpop group to headline the Mawazine Music Festival, winning their first daesang and Jieun being the first 4th gen idol to win King of Masked Singer, it’s clear that they are finally bearing the fruits of their labour.

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storkmuffin · 5 days ago

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hey hey, more questions for you :D As someone who enjoys dance, what is your opinion on the dance skills and style of each of the Ateez members (especially Wooyoung of course but I'm curious about your opinion on the others also). And also Lee Know if you feel like it 👀 (I'm working on responding to other stuff you wrote but I want to do so a bit more in depth/with more thought! so more questions for you it is :p)

Key words for Wooyoung's dancing are verve, attack, and bold, and his unique trait is being off balance. I don't mean that he can't keep his balance. It's that he's capable of giving his movements an extra kinetic kick by being able to stay off balance, intentionally, to catch the eye, for a bit longer than normal.

All the images I use are from the Ice On My Teeth dance rehearsal.

1. Wooyoung with San and Yunho. I am not using this shot to diss the other two, because in motion they looked harmonious doing it. But in the still cut, you can see Wooyoung got to the 'finished' position, leg completely stretched out, feet flexed, and situated his whole body to the side, to show you the K shape he folded himself into. San didn't commit as hard to the K shape while Yunho did more than San, and neither of the other two got to and held the leg extension. They both did do the feet flex. This is why I say Wooyoung is bold, and has verve.

2. In the first shot, because Wooyoung is in center, he got the privileged arm extension pose while everyone else had to fold in that left arm. Wooyoung used this advantage to make that sexy shape in the second shot, with the right leg extended, and his forearms parallel to do a diagonal uplift motion. You can see Seonghwa (sleeveless) hit the angle with the arms, and Yunho has kept fidelity with the leg position, but again, Wooyoung delivered the most angle as well as an organic sense of motion developed from that starting position. He consistently finds these moments where he attacks the move, to 'win' at it.

As an aside, the thing I really liked about Ateez from the start is that they have some sort of ballet / classical western dance training in there, because in the first shot they all have such lovely plies - not too turned out (bc doing the full 180 turnout would look weird here and get in the way), but just enough.

3. These demonstrate what I mean by off-balance movement. In the first shot, everyone commits to leaning in the same direction, to a pretty uniform degree. The motivating factor for how they reach that angle is different for each of the four in front - Yunho leans with his shoulder, and he's getting his feet ready to move. San puts his weight on that right turned-out leg with the plie, Hong Joong chose to lean backwards using his lower spine and hip. Wooyoung though is bolt upright and off kilter in his lean.

Then in the second shot, you can see that everyone else straightened up immediately after hitting that important 'lean to the right' pose, but Wooyoung stayed off balance.

The third shot is when he's starting to retreat to the back of the line, because Yeosang has popped forward and San is fully turned, doing his step to move on a diagonal, and Wooyoung is still maintaining that 'off balance' movement.

The capacity to do this makes him not just eye catching, but makes the viewer reach for adjectives - Is this swagger? Attitude? I would say that it makes his movements just a little bit spicier when he chooses to deploy it.

I can go on about the others if there's enough interest for someone to send an ask, but I got SUPER fucking frustrated at a) my ignorance of how to make a gif, for one thing and b) how fast their dances are so that like, my favorite move that Yeosang does is impossible to capture in a still bc it goes by so fast, so this is what I will leave you with. I hope this was fun to read and made some sort of sense!

#wooyoung meta #ateez meta #wooyoung ateez #jung wooyoung #dance meta #kpop ask #ateez ask #wooyoung ask

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koyagifs · 3 months ago

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shattered trust

pairing: Ravenclaw!Hongjoong x Hufflepuff!reader au: harry pottergenre: angst | fluff | Summary: as the years go by, you never noticed the dark side of your lover.a/n there is going to be a HUGE time skip, Sorry :(

Warning(s):

Some cursing, their ages will be aged up a bit! This fic is not meant to reflect how Ateez are in real life. This is a fanfic.

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Mina’s heart raced as she observed you and Hongjoong walking side by side, the laughter between you two echoing in her ears like an unwelcome melody. The sight sent a jolt of fury through her. You were everything she had wanted to be—the center of attention, the one who made Hongjoong smile. But that was all slipping through her fingers, and she couldn’t stand it.

She knew she needed to act fast. Clenching her fists tighter, she felt a surge of dark determination. Her initial plan had been so carefully crafted, but it had begun to backfire, and now the stakes were higher than ever.

As you and Hongjoong entered the classroom, Mina stepped back, the shadows swallowing her as she concocted her next move. She could not let this opportunity pass her by. If she wanted to regain control, she needed to find a way to isolate Hongjoong from you once more—no matter the cost.

“Maybe a little reminder of who’s really in charge is what he needs,” she whispered to herself, a smirk creeping onto her lips.

She turned on her heel, ready to devise a plan that would not only reclaim her influence over Hongjoong but also put you firmly in your place. Mina's mind raced with possibilities, each more sinister than the last. The game was far from over, and she intended to win it, one way or another.

Mina walked toward the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The proud smirk on her face belied the chaos brewing within her. Professor Moody was already in the room, his magical eye swiveling around to assess who had walked in, but he caught sight of her approach.

“Mina,” he said, his voice gruff but not unkind.

She rolled her eyes, " professor"

" how did it go with that boy?"

Mina let out a tsk, her eyes wondering around his office." it went wonderful father"

Moody let out a grunt, " watch it"

Mina’s smirk widened, relishing the brief moment of power over her father, even if it was just for show. “Come on, Dad. I thought you’d be proud. I have everything under control,” she replied, her voice dripping with false confidence.

Moody’s magical eye narrowed, scrutinizing her. “Control can be an illusion, Mina. Remember that.” His tone shifted slightly, revealing a hint of concern beneath the gruff exterior. “You know how dangerous it can be to play with others’ minds.”

“Don’t worry, Professor,” she said, waving him off. “I’m not going to hurt anyone—at least, not in a way that would be a problem for us.” Her words hung in the air, and she could see a mix of pride flash across his face.

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Mina paced in the shadows, her mind working furiously as the third task drew closer. She had already lost control over Hongjoong, and with the Imperius Curse no longer keeping him tethered to her, her frustration was bubbling over. She knew the task would be her last real chance to strike before things spiraled completely out of her control.

Mina gritted her teeth, watching from the shadows as you stood among your friends, oblivious to the danger that still lurked. Yunho and Jongho hovered protectively near you, their loyalty clear in their constant presence. Every time she thought she had a chance to get to Hongjoong—or even you—they were there, blocking her path, whether intentionally or not. It was maddening.

She knew she couldn’t strike with them always by your side, and the presence of the rest of your group didn’t help either. Mingi, San, and even the ever-watchful Yeosang weren’t far from you, all of them invested in the upcoming task and keeping an eye on one another. There was never a moment of vulnerability.

Mina clenched her fists. She needed to get them alone, to isolate Hongjoong—or you—from the group, but every attempt so far had been thwarted. If she couldn’t catch you off guard here, she’d have to think bigger. Something that would shake all of them.

Mina stood amidst the crowd, her sharp eyes locked on you as you sat between Hongjoong and Mingi, with the rest of your friends—Yunho, Jongho, San, Wooyoung, Seonghwa and Yeosang—all hovering nearby. The group’s protective circle around you was impenetrable, their lighthearted chatter masking the subtle vigilance that kept Mina at bay.

Her frustration simmered beneath the surface. She clenched her fists so tightly her nails bit into her palms. Each time she glanced in your direction, you were laughing or sharing a knowing glance with one of them, oblivious to the storm brewing just a few feet away. Mingi was talking animatedly about something, and Hongjoong... he was just as guarded, casting occasional glances at you, as if reassuring himself that you were still there.

The bond between you all was strong, and it only made Mina angrier. She needed to find a way to break that bond—to drive a wedge between you and the boys, or better yet, strike at the heart of the group. If she could take you out of the equation, everything would unravel.

Mina moved swiftly, weaving through the crowd as she made her way toward the bottom of the stands, where her father—still disguised as Mad-Eye Moody—stood observing the scene. Her mind buzzed with a plan, one that would ensure her victory, one that would tear apart the bond you had with the boys.

As the crowd erupted in cheers, their attention drawn to Harry's triumphant return, Mina took the opportunity to slip away, her smirk deepening as she followed closely behind you and the boys. The excitement of the crowd provided the perfect distraction, and you, like everyone else, were too caught up in the moment to notice her presence.

You and the others began to move away from the crowd, chatting and laughing, completely unaware of the shadow that trailed you. Mina’s eyes narrowed as she kept her distance, watching for the right moment to strike. Her mind raced with possibilities, each one more tempting than the last.

Moody had moved swiftly as well, his magical eye constantly scanning for threats as he kept an eye on both the crowd and his daughter. He knew she was up to something, but he didn’t stop her. He had his own role to play in this twisted game.

The further you moved from the bustling stands, the quieter it became. Hongjoong was beside you, his hand brushing against yours as he spoke, his voice soft amidst the fading cheers. Mingi and the others were close, but Mina could sense the cracks—the moments when you were vulnerable. She just needed to find the perfect one.

#angst #ateez imagines #kim hongjoong x y/n #kim hongjoong x reader #kim hongjoong ateez #hongjoong ateez #hongjoong angst #ateez hongjoong #hongjoong x y/n #ateez x reader #ateez oneshot #hongjoong x reader ateez #hongjoong #kim hongjoong #ateez fanfic

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naesarangyunho · 2 years ago

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You already know this but San x fem!reader pretty please <3 Where him and the reader go from friends to strangers to lovers. San and reader misunderstand their feelings for platonic ones and eventually fall apart due to "unrequited love", San sees reader asomeone else and tries to win her back. Write me your smuttiest smut >:)

All About You- Choi San

NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI

(Title from All About You by ATEEZ)

Contains: childhood best friends to lovers, realisation of feelings, getting together, fluff, angst with happy ending, protective bestie Mingi, strangely responsible Wooyoung and Yeosang, the rest of the boys being chaotic, eventual smut, fingering (fem), hickies, unprotected sex (you guys stay safe though), slightly possessive and jealous San, idk what else

[Wordcount: 8.2k]

A/N: I went off script a little, bestie, sorry😭 I'm also sorry it's so long😭 I hope you like it still.

San pulled out and rolled off of his girlfriend before he'd even properly caught his breath again, eager to move onto something else and Yunji just watched him with a scowl.

She wasn't sure if he was even aware of what he was doing but she couldn't help but think that as time passed he seemed to want to be less and less intimate with her. They hadn't been on a single date in months which she supposed in the grand scheme of things wasn't all that important but it still hurt. What hurt even more though was that he barely held her anymore and she had started to get the impression that sleeping with her had started to seem like a chore to him. He wasn't as passionate as he had been when they had first met and it was beginning to seem that he wasn't even enjoying himself anymore. He wasn't as vocal anymore during intimate acts and seemed to focus more on climaxing than the journey to climax. To be honest, it hurt so badly. She loved this man so deeply and had for so long and for him to make it seem like he was losing interest in her body and her in general hurt. She tried to convince herself she was just being a chronic over-thinker and that none of it was true. It worked. Almost.

The scowl on her face deepened as he turned his back on her, not even sparing her a quick smile or kiss, and pulled his phone off the bedside table. He stayed like that for a few minutes, on his side, busy with his phone that was on charge.

"San?" She murmured. She was curious but also annoyed, especially when he merely hummed in response to her calling his name.

She cleared her throat, "I was thinking that maybe we could-" He still wasn't paying attention to her, eyes glued to his phone screen.

"San!" She said louder this time, putting her hand on his shoulder.

He looked at her over his shoulder distractedly, mind seemingly elsewhere, "What?"

She felt a little hurt by the look of what almost looked like disinterest and impatience on his handsome face. A stark contrast to the sunshine-esque grins that usually took that place on his features.

"I was trying to ask you something," She paused and eyed his phone screen with a frown, "What are you even doing?"

He sat up against the headboard, taking his phone off charge as he did so, "Well, as of next Friday, Y/n and I have been best friends for twenty years and I want to get her something to celebrate. Any ideas?" He asked with a proud grin.

She gave him an incredulous look, "You're worried about her when…" She sighed dejectedly, "Do you even know what day it is?"

"Uh…Saturday? Am I forgetting something?" He responded in confusion with that little head tilt she'd once found so endearing.

Pain shot through her heart, quick and sharp; they had been together for so long that you'd think he'd remember the important things. She gave him a heartbroken look of disbelief, "It's our third anniversary."

His face fell and he instantly reached for her face, cupping it in his hand, "Oh, fuck, baby, I'm so sorry. I don't know how I could forget."

"But you managed to remember the exact day you met her in kindergarten?" She let herself lean into his touch for a moment before pulling her face away. His heart ached at the way she moved out of his hold, sitting up and tugging the sheets over her naked body.

"I... It's hard to forget, Ji. She'd just moved to Namhae and joined us in our class exactly a week before Chuseok and-"

Yunji scoffed, tears collecting in her lashline- she wasn't even sure if they were the result of anger or sadness anymore, "Do you even remember how we met?"

"Yes, of course," He reached for her hand with a warm smile, "We met at Seonghwa's graduation party. Jongho invited you."

A deeply sad look settled in her eyes at his words, "San… We met at the Starbucks near the library at SNU. Jongho's girlfriend set us up on a blind date."

His smile fell from his face, "Oh, yes of course. I'm sorry, I was mixing it up with-"

Yunji pulled her hand out of his, her gaze hardening, "Your ex. That's how you met your ex."

San panicked, "I'm sorry! Sometimes I don't have the best memory."

She shook her head with a humourless laugh, "But you can remember things like when she cried after her first kiss because she thought the guy was ugly? Or that her favourite stuffed animal's name is Terry? Or the time Mingi tricked her into drinking some crazy mixture he'd thought up and she puked on his new shoes? Or the time she fell down Yunho's stairs at his housewarming party and needed stitches? Need I go on?"

San frowned, "Those things happened before you and I met, how do you know about all of that?"

She finally snapped, "Because you never stop fucking talking about her!"

He was taken aback by her outburst, "She's my best friend…What are you insinuating?"

"That you're in love with her, San!"

San's stomach flipped uncomfortably, "What makes you think that? I'm literally in bed with you."

"That means nothing right now."

"What?"

"San, I've witnessed first-hand how you drop anything and everything for her. I've seen how upset you get every time she starts seeing someone new. You act like she hung the stars in the sky just for you. She outshines everyone else in your eyes. I know it. I've seen how you look at her." Her voice cracked on the last sentence and she paused, wiping at the tears trekking down her flushed cheeks before continuing, "You love her."

"As a friend! I love you. You know that, baby!" He pleaded and tried reaching for her again, wanting to hold her, to make this okay but also mostly to drown out the thoughts he'd always pushed back that were suddenly louder than anything else in his head.

"Yeah? You've not once looked at me that way. Never, San! You barely even touch me anymore. Do you have any fucking clue how much that hurts?"

He paused, her words finally sinking in. She watched the wheels in his head turn and her heart dropped into her stomach at the flicker of realisation she saw in his eyes. She had hit the nail on the head.

"I… I love you," He murmured, his chest tight, but even he could hear the uncertainty in his voice.

She shook her head sadly and got up, pulling the sheets off of him and wrapping herself in them as she walked towards their shared closet.

For once, considering their conversation and the way she didn't even seem comfortable enough around him to let him see her naked suddenly, the normally confident San felt ashamed when he was left naked on the bed and rushed to grab his boxers off the floor and yank them on.

He left the bed after her and made his way over to where she was struggling to pull a duffel bag off the top shelf with one hand, her other still clutching the sheets to her body. He wanted to help her but he had a horrible feeling about where this was going.

"What are you doing?" He sounded panicked and it almost made her feel guilty. She avoided looking at him, knowing that his sad puppy eyes would hurt more than anything.

She managed to finally yank the bag free and let it fall to the ground at her feet as she reached for his clothes.

His eyes widened, "Baby, what-"

Her head snapped in his direction, "Don't call me that!" She hissed.

San's mouth clamped shut and he flinched at the tone of her voice and once again she nearly felt guilty.

She forced herself to ignore the look on his face and started haphazardly shoving his clothes into the bag. All he could do was stand and stare stupidly as she filled it before she roughly zipped it up and threw it at him. It landed heavily at his feet and his stomach dropped to the floor along with it.

"I… I don't understand," He muttered softly but he did. Her intentions were clear as day.

"Get out." She spat, jaw tense and gaze determined. She didn't even bother wiping her face anymore and San's heart ached at the sight of her glistening cheeks. She didn't deserve this. She was good, kind and loving. She was devoted and the more San thought about it, he realised he hadn't been. He hadn't been the person she deserves.

The longer they stood and stared at each other, the worse San felt. Tears bubbled up inside of him. He felt horrible. He might not be crazy in love with her but he cared about her deeply after three years and the fact that he'd repaid her three years of love with this? That hurt.

"I'm so sorry, Yunji, you don't-"

"Shut up and get out!" angry tears shone in her eyes.

She was quite a sight. Jaw tense, gaze hard, cheeks tear-stained, hair sex-ruffled and a sheet clutched firmly to her body. A lover scorned.

"It's late. Where am I supposed to go?" He tried to reason with her as he pulled on his previously discarded shirt.

"I don't care. The streets. That bitch's arms. Your dumb friends. Just get the fuck out!"

"But-"

"Out, San! I don't want to see or hear from you again. You can send one of your stupid friends to come get your shit."

San gazed at her a moment longer, wanting to apologise once more for the absolute fuck up he had made but she was livid and he knew speaking would only further anger her. So, he sucked it up, gave her one final look, grabbed his things and left the apartment.

***

The cold autumn weather was especially cold to San who stood on the sidewalk in nothing but boxers and a t-shirt. It was humiliating but somehow he felt he deserved it.

It was completely dark apart from the glow of a streetlamp further down the sidewalk and San had never been more grateful than when Wooyoung picked up on the first ring and even more so when he and Yeosang picked him up and let him crash at their place.

They listened to him and held him as he cried. He hadn't even been sure about why he was crying by that point. Was it because of the fact that he had broken his girlfriend's heart, a person he considered a close friend at the minimum? Was he crying because he was now losing that close friend and the life they had together? Or was crying because of how hard her words had hit him? How true they were? Was he sobbing because he had only just realised that he was madly in love with his best friend? San felt like and probably was the biggest idiot on the face of planet Earth.

He had felt too emotionally conflicted and confused to even tell his best friend about what had even happened. He didn't want her asking questions. Questions needed answers and even if San could provide those he wasn't sure that she would like them. He didn't need to lose another person he cared about- especially not her. Never her.

She had been highly concerned for that week and a half after the breakup she wasn't even aware of. He hadn't responded to any of her usual texts apart from a quick "Happy 20th anniversary, brat." Nor had he answered any of her calls.

After him being off grid for that long, when he had finally contacted her she had been relieved- only for that relief to once more be replaced by concern when he told her about his break up with Yunji. She had panicked at the news, assuming San was heartbroken and she wanted to be there with him. He had tried to assure her that he was alright but she insisted they meet up, even if it was just to hang out and not talk about her. She said she had missed him and just wanted to see him. He hated the way his heart fluttered when she told him that.

Eventually, he relented and told her to meet him at the beach. He loved the beach. Being from Namhae and growing up relatively close to the ocean, the beach had always been a place San loved. He would go there to clear his head and just breathe the salty air and listen to the sound of the birds. He most liked it at night though, when all he could hear was the rhythmic crash of waves against the shore and could look out at the stars littering the sky. It was his safe haven of sorts and so he chose that time and place for her to meet him.

She hadn't thought the request was strange. She was accustomed to spending nights at the beach with him and it brought her comfort just as much as it brought him. He brought her comfort. It had become a ritual for them to meet there when either of them were feeling out of sorts.

"Hey~" San heard a voice call out and he perked up; he would know that voice anywhere.

He looked up with a grin as his best friend sauntered up to him from up the beach and plopped down next to him on the blanket he had spread out on the sand.

"Hey," He echoed, switching his beer to his other hand so that he could pull her in for a quick side hug.

She smiled, ruffled his hair and then set her bag down in front of her, pulling out a few more beers and a few bags of chips. San snatched one up instantly, "Hah! My favourite."

She rolled her eyes affectionately at him but her face turned serious soon after and she gave him a searching look. He frowned, a cheese puff halfway to his mouth, "What?"

"How are you holding up?" She asked and he sighed, popping the chip in his mouth and chewing thoughtfully. He washed it down with a swig of beer before speaking again.

"Fine, I guess." He looked into the flickering flames of the fire before him instead of at her. He didn't like the look of pity settling in her eyes. He didn't deserve pity; he'd brought this upon himself.

She placed a hand on his knee, "Are you sure, Sannie? You guys were together for a long time."

He swallowed thickly. To be honest, now that he was away from her and could see the situation from a different perspective, he didn't know how to feel. He had thought he had loved his ex too. They had been together for three years and you'd think that in that space of time he would definitely be in love at some point or another but San wasn't sure anymore.

In light of recent revelations, he thought, perhaps their relationship had been a mistake after all. He had gotten with her around two months after his best friend had gotten with her now ex-boyfriend. If you had said to him at that time that he was doing it out of jealousy he would have laughed, said you were being ridiculous and that he really liked Yunji that's all, but now he wasn't sure about that anymore. Perhaps he really had been jealous and lonely. No, he had been lonely and jealous. Lonely without her and jealous that she would brush him off so often to hang out with a man who had suddenly replaced San as the centre of all her affection. He had hated seeing her in his arms and at that time had chalked it up to being a protective best friend.

Even if he had had passing thoughts about what his feelings had been back then and wanted to break up with his girlfriend after his best friend was single again, he was in deep with his girlfriend and couldn't bring himself to hurt her that way. She had thrown the big 'L word' at him three months in and he felt obligated to return that affection. Even though he couldn't quite bring himself to say those words back to her yet, guilty knowing that he wouldn't mean them the same way, he still pushed on, convincing himself that eventually, those words would fall effortlessly from his tongue and that he could love her back.

And, to some extent, San supposed he did love her back eventually. Enough to move in with her, meet her family and sit by while she fantasised about a future with him he couldn't quite see himself in. Enough to adopt a cat together. A cat he wasn't sure he'd be able to keep now. He scoffed, of all things to truly worry about right now Byeol should be last.

In the present, his best friend frowned at the way he scoffed suddenly and the humourless laugh that came from him, "What?"

He laughed again with a little shake of his head, "Just thinking about whether I get to keep Byeol."

She sighed at the mention of the Siamese, "I don't know but I hope so. But maybe just give Yunji some time to breathe before you meet up with her to ask."

She looked out at the dark ocean and popped open a can of beer and took a sip. He polished off his first beer, debating on whether or not to open a second one. He decided against it for now, instead grabbing another handful of chips.

"May I ask what happened?" She looked at him again and asked gently.

He sighed.

"You know you can tell me anything, right, Sannie? We've been friends since we were four, I wouldn't judge you for anything," She murmured, rubbing his shoulder.

How many of those years had he been in love with her? he wondered. The more he thought about this, the more he realised Yunji had been one hundred percent correct.

"I know."

He didn't say anything after though, just chewed quietly and stared out at the ocean.

Her frown deepened in concern. He was clearly upset but she was struggling to get a read on him. That had never happened before. She liked to believe that she knew San like the back of her hand after all these years.

She took another small, contemplative sip of her beer and stared at him, her mind spinning as she tried to understand what he was feeling.

They sat in silence that bordered on uncomfortable, which was new for them, and after a while San suddenly stirred from his thoughts, cracked open another lukewarm beer and downed it.

She stared at him in shock, "San?"

He tried to grasp at any false confidence the alcohol in his system could bring him as he pulled his best friend in and pressed his lips to hers. She froze, her beer falling to the ground and seeping into the sand and her heart jumped. San was kissing her? San was kissing her.

She reached out and grabbed his shirt collar and moved her lips against his on instinct and he sighed against her mouth before cradling the back of her head in his hand and urging her into a deeper kiss, his tongue swiping at her bottom lip and she easily parted her lips for him but then the taste of beer hit her tongue and she remembered that he'd been drinking even before she met up with him.

She shoved him away and looked at him, confused, flustered and…hurt. He had to be drunk to kiss her?

She felt her throat tighten, "You shouldn't have done that."

San's eyes hardened at her words but his heart dropped at the rejection.

"And why the fuck not?"

She was taken aback by the sharp tone of his voice and the confusion of emotions swirling in his eyes.

Tears welled up in her eyes, "Because you're drunk. Because you're drunk and you're lonely and you miss her but I'm not her, San!"

"This isn't about her!"

"Then who is it about?" She was so confused.

"You! It's about you! She broke up with me because of you!" He choked out and she was surprised to see his eyes glisten with unshed tears but his words were like arrows in her heart.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"She called me out on a lot of shit. Mostly about how I can't stop thinking about you! Or talking about you… About how-" He gulped and fear rose up inside of him, he was losing his best friend wasn't he?

"About how I'm probably in love with you," He whispered.

Really shitty wording but he didn't want to scare her off completely. His words, however, had the opposite effect than he intended.

Her gaze steeled and her jaw tensed, "Probably? You're willing to fuck around with me on the off chance that you might be in love with me?"

This wasn't going to plan. Had there ever been a plan? He couldn't even remember anymore.

"I…Maybe? I don't know, okay!"

"You don't know?" A tear rolled down her cheek and she reached up to wipe it away aggressively.

"I mean that I-"

She shook her head and stood up, "San, I came here to comfort someone that means the world to me. Someone I'd do anything for, not to have that thrown in my face and get messed around with because you're confused about whatever you're going through."

He stood up too and reached for her, "That's not what I meant, I meant that-"

She cut him off with another sad shake of her head and took a step away from him, dodging his arms, just as Yunji had done. The action broke his heart and his arms fell back dejectedly to his sides.

He wasn't even angry anymore, he was wrecked. Heartbroken.

"Please, don't leave me too, " He pleaded so desperately and quietly she could almost not hear him over the crash of the waves meeting the shore.

Her heart shattered at the sight of his face cracking and tears falling from his eyes. Tears trailed helplessly down her cheeks in response.

"I'm sorry." She turned to leave.

San grabbed her wrist, "Please. Please, don't do this. I need you!" He sobbed and she pulled her hand free and turned away from him before she could crumble and pull him into her arms.

"Don't talk to me or come to see me until you've figured out what you want." She tried to keep her voice steady through her tears, fighting not to look back as she left him swiftly, disappearing into the darkness as she made her way back to her car.

San slumped onto the sand in defeat and a sob tore through him. He had fucked up big time.

***

San had tried contacting her but his messages stopped going through and he realised with an aching heart that she'd blocked him. And on every platform. Their mutual friend, Mingi, had taken her side and wouldn't even speak to San anymore let alone let him know how she was. He was livid with San.

"Did you not bother to stop and think about how she feels about you?!" Mingi had yelled at him when San had called him the first time.

"How she feels about me?" San had parroted back dumbly and Mingi had let a sound out that sounded more like a growl than an exasperated sigh.

"You're an inconsiderate, selfish prick, Choi San." Had been the last thing he heard from Mingi before he, too, blocked him on every social media platform.

The only remotely close connection that San had left to her was through Mingi's boyfriend who happened to be another one of San's close friends. Despite Mingi refusing to speak to San, his boyfriend had chosen to stay neutral on the affair and still talk to and hang out with him but he too still refused to let San know anything, firm in his conviction to not get involved.

***

"San, you can't keep going on like this," Yeosang had said from across the dinner table one night, watching San poke listlessly at the kimchi-jjigae that Wooyoung had served for dinner. He had no appetite these days.

" 'Going on'?" Wooyoung had piped up from his seat next to Yeosang," He's barely going to work, 'going on' is not a term I'd use."

Yeosang kicked Wooyoung under the table before turning back to San, "San-ah, I know that you're heartbroken and struggling but I hate to remind you that in the bigger picture, you're the one that messed up, not her."

San looked up from his food and over at Yeosang.

"He's right," Wooyoung agreed, looking over at San, "You need to either fix this or work on moving on."

"I'm aware," San replied, trying not to snap at his friends. He was staying with them indefinitely and free of charge; he had no right to get upset with them.

Wooyoung sighed deeply, putting his spoon down on the table with a little clink, "San, at least get out of the house a little."

"But I-"

"Work doesn't count." Yeosang interrupted him and San looked down at his food with a slight pout.

"I know you probably don't feel like dealing with large crowds of people but Yunho is throwing a party this weekend. You should come, it might be good for you to have some fun."

San considered Wooyoung's offer. He did need to get out of the house, that much was true, and losing himself in music and alcohol for a while, although not super healthy, was pretty tempting.

"I'll think about it," San responded, standing up and taking his dishes to the kitchen. He wasn't hungry anymore.

Wooyoung and Yeosang watched him go and shared a meaningful look. Wooyoung tilted his head and Yeosang shrugged. They had a slight plan slash intervention in mind but had no idea whether it would work or not and the possibility of San rejecting their offer didn't help.

***

Much to Wooyoung and Yeosang's relief, San did eventually end up accepting their offer.

San had been swayed by them surprisingly agreeing without much fuss to take him home if he were to feel even the slightest overwhelmed by the crowd. With that information in mind, he had cleaned himself up nicely, dressed well and hopped in their car when the time finally arrived.

San was feeling pretty good about this, having amped himself up for the little break this would provide him from his mess of a life but that good feeling faded away when Yunho greeted them at the door. He noticed that the tall man was wearing one of Mingi's favourite large band t-shirts, styled to fit his look. San internally cursed at himself; how could he forget a detail as simple as the fact that wherever Yunho was, Mingi was too? And with his luck, wherever Mingi was, San's best friend (Was she even that still?) was too.

Yunho however greeted them with a smile, even offering San a "Nice to see you, San-ah."

When Yunho let them in, San sighed in relief when he didn't see Mingi anywhere. He didn't need that argument or cold shoulder raining on his parade tonight. San instantly made his way through the home to the makeshift bar on the kitchen island and was surprised to see his friend Hongjoong there. The elder gave him a smile and San returned it easily,

"Hyung! I didn't know you were back already!"

Hongjoong had been travelling in the US, doing a tour to promote his new mixtape. San had always thought it was so cool to be able to say he had a celebrity as a friend.

"Yeah, landed here last week," Hongjoong replied, offering San a beer.

San took it from him with a thankful smile, "How did it go?"

Hongjoong grinned, "Pretty good. Sold out two venues. They weren't massive but it still felt good to hit that milestone."

"Wow, that's amazing, hyung!"

"Thank you," Hongjoong took a sip of his drink, "And how have you been?"

"I've…" San scratched the back of his neck and averted his gaze for a second, "I've been alright I suppose. Won another Taekwondo competition last month. I'm going to nationals."

"Oh, really? That's amazing! Does your dad still run that training centre?" Hongjoong asked, leaning against the kitchen counter.

San nodded, opened his beer and took a sip, "Yup. He's been trying to talk me into taking over when he retires but I'm not really sure. For now, I just coach kids occasionally."

"That's still pretty awesome. And how's your bestie? Doing good as well?"

San's heart dropped at the mention of her and it must've shown on his face because Hongjoong frowned.

Before Hongjoong could inquire further they were interrupted by a familiar pink-haired man, "Hongjoong-ah, I need you to come help me with Jongho. The kid has started challenging guests to arm wrestling matches and Yunho had to hide all the fruit already."

"How is he that drunk already?" Hongjoong laughed.

Seonghwa shrugged, "No clue. I think Mingi tipped another bottle of vodka into the fruit punch."

Hongjoong let loose an exasperated sigh before bidding San farewell with a promise to catch up later and following Seonghwa off to wherever the youngest member of their friend group was wreaking havoc.

San watched them go before staring down at his beer, listening to the chatter of people and pounding of music from further into the house and sighed. This wasn't going to plan. He put his unfinished beer down on the counter top- the taste was starting to remind him of that night. He wandered into the pandemonium of the party again to search for either Wooyoung or Yeosang to let them know he'd just get an Uber home but he froze in his tracks when he entered the living room.

There, on a couch in the corner, sat his best friend with some guy's arm wrapped around her. She was laughing at something he said and jealousy began to simmer up inside of him as he watched them. He was stuck on just turning around and walking out and never coming back or-

The man placed his hand on her thigh, fingers pushing up slightly beneath her skirt.

San lost it.

She said to never come to her again unless he knew what he wanted but it was clear now more than ever that he wanted her and her only.

He pushed past people, on a steadfast path to her, filled with both jealousy and determination.

Her eyes widened when she saw him, "San?"

He glanced at her briefly before staring down at the man gripping her thigh, "Do you mind taking your hands off her?" It might have been posed as one but it was definitely not a question. It was a demand.

"Excuse me?" The guy glared up at San, raising an eyebrow.

"You heard me," San growled.

"San, what are you doing?" She hissed and the man looked like wanted to challenge San but he noticed the strange tension between the girl and San and must have decided it wasn't worth it.

"Fine, whatever, man." He pushed past San with a scowl. San watched him leave with a glare before turning to his best friend.

"Why would you let him touch you like that?"

She glared up at him, a challenge in her gaze, "I can let him touch me however I want, San. I can be touched by and fucked by whoever I want. I don't need anyone's permission, especially not yours."

San's heart hurt a little at that last comment but his brain latched onto the words "fucked by whoever I want." He did not like that imagery at all. Did not like the idea of another man touching her or her screaming anyone's name but his own.

"No."

She stood up and stepped closer to him, poking a finger to his chest, "You don't own me. Not when you don't even know what you want."

He grabbed her hand from his chest and held it, "You. I want you."

"No, you don't." She tried to pull her hand back but he held it firmly,

"Yes, I do. I just have a piss poor way of showing it apparently."

She looked annoyed but stayed quiet, giving him the mercy of at least hearing him out.

"Yunji broke up with me because I'm completely in love with you," He blurted; it was now or never.

Her eyes widened.

He fixed her with what he hoped was a sincere gaze, "Somehow I myself never realised it and once I did and all those feelings came forth…I was confused and scared and didn't know what to do."

Her gaze softened at his honest words, "Sannie…"

"I'm sorry that I did that, that I hurt you."

She shook her head and intertwined her fingers with his, "It's okay."

He shook his head, "No, it's not."

She reached a hand up to cup his cheek, a sparkle in her eyes, "Then make it up to me."

His heart jumped and he instantly held her by the waist and leaned in to kiss her, his lips gentler than that last, rushed, drunken kiss. She was quick to reciprocate, wrapping her arms around his neck and tilting her head to deepen the kiss.

She pulled away for a second, "You know…It's kinda hot when you get jealous like that."

"Really?" He caught something in the corner of his eye and his gaze darkened a little, "Well, you're in luck. It's gonna happen again because that asshole is still looking at you."

"Oh, really?" She leaned in and put her lips to his ear, "You think he's still thinking about touching me?"

His grip on her waist tightened and she smirked slightly, "Do you think he was planning on taking me home?"

San's hands moved up to hold her around the ribs, his mouth finding her neck and biting lightly, not even concerned about the fact that they were in public and there was someone watching them. Let them look.

"Do you think he was planning on bending me over and fucking me senseless?" She continued to tease and finally, San snapped, pulling away from her and grabbing her wrist. He tugged her through the crowd and up the stairs near the entryway- those same stairs she'd once fallen down- mind set on that guestroom he knew Yunho had upstairs.

She was more than happy to follow him.

She laughed lightly when he pinned her against the door the second it was closed behind them, "Yunho is going to kill us."

"Don't care." San retorted, burying his face in her neck.

She giggled at his response but her giggles became a gasp as San started pressing kisses to her neck. A hand shot up, fingers weaving through his dark hair as he sucked lightly at the skin.

"Sannie,"

San had never heard her say his name like that before. Never heard her say his name like she needed him, never heard her say his name so breathlessly, never in that tone. His name had never sounded better than it did right now.

He bit her neck lightly, "Say my name again,"

She wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him close against her, "Sannie."

San groaned and brought his mouth back to hers in a hot kiss. It was messy; he kissed her like he was trying to devour her, tongue licking into her mouth and teeth nibbling at her lips, but she didn't mind.

His hands gripped her hips, pulling them against his and she gasped as their bodies made contact; he was so hard.

She wrapped a leg around one of his and a hand reached for his ass, grinding him into her. She was suddenly aware of the dampness in her panties and it only grew as San made a little noise and grinded up against her again. Her hand left his ass, sliding up under his shirt to hold him by the small of his back instead. She met his small thrusts with her own, thankful for the friction and the slight relief it brought to the growing tension in her belly.

She leaned her head back against the door as San's mouth found her neck again. She let loose a breathless chuckle, "God, we're behaving like teenagers."

San sucked a mark into her skin, "Would you rather I fuck you right against this door?"

A jolt of electricity passed through her, "Yes, actually."

He'd been partially joking. He had been planning to at least try and get her to the bed but now… Now he wanted more than anything to just be inside of her already. To hear her moan his name.

His dick throbbed at the imagery.

"Fuck, okay."

He took a step back from her and admired her for a brief moment. The top she was wearing that had ridden up over her tummy a little and that skirt. God, he loved that skirt.

"I wish I had more time," He lamented.

She reached impatiently for his belt buckle, "We have all the time in the world. Later. Right now I'd rather have you inside of me as soon as possible."

He helped her undo his belt and pants and she bit her lip, heat pooling in her belly as she finally laid eyes on his hard length.

He reached forward, hands sliding up her thighs and her skirt until his fingers hooked the waistband of her panties.

"Can I?" He questioned, tugging slightly on the fabric. She nodded fervently and he slowly started sliding them down.

She wiggled her hips impatiently, "Choi San, I swear to god. Stop teasing me."

He gave her a devilish grin, "But it's so fun."

"What'll be so fun is me leaving you with blue balls," She said sweetly.

"Fine, jesus." He tugged her panties down and lifted her skirt, "Here, hold this."

"Bossy." She quipped but she did as she was asked and was rewarded by San finally touching her. He ran his fingers over her and groaned, "You're so wet."

"Less talking, more touching."

He raised an eyebrow, "And I'm the bossy one?"

"San, please could you just-"

He kissed her to get her to shut up. He put more pressure on his fingers and dragged them up through her folds, searching until-

She gasped against his lips.

There.

He circled his fingers over that sensitive spot and she whined and pressed herself down against his hand. She pushed her fingers into his hair and tilted her head, kissing him deeper. He slid a finger into her and she whined into his mouth as he started moving it, pressing another one in alongside it after a while. He curled his fingers and she let out a choked sound as he started pushing against her g-spot with every thrust of his fingers. How was he this good at this? Fuck.

His mouth left hers, pressing warm kisses into her jaw, the underside of her jaw, her neck– anywhere he could reach- and all she could do was cling to him, her knees weakening as each thrust of his fingers drove her closer to climax.

"Sannie, please."

She wasn't even sure what she was begging for but San doubled his efforts at her plea and soon enough she was meeting his thrusts with little moans.

"San, I'm-"

He brought his mouth up to the shell of her ear, "Come on, be a good girl and cum for me."

Never in a million years would she have thought she'd finally hear those words, the ones she'd only ever heard in her fantasies, fall from his mouth. She fell over the edge with a cry of his name.

San worked her through her orgasm, holding her up as her body quivered and he kissed her neck as she slowly came down from her high.

Her eyes fluttered open and seeing the look on San's face, the desire in his eyes, had that fire in her reigniting almost instantly.

"Sannie,"

His breath caught in his throat as she reached for him. She wrapped her fingers around his dick with no hesitation and swiped her thumb over the sensitive tip- smearing the precum collecting there over the skin.

"I need you inside me, please," She breathed and he cursed under his breath, replacing her hand with his own and giving himself a few self indulgent strokes. He gripped her hips and urged her up, letting her wrap her legs around his waist. He held her with one strong arm, guiding himself to her entrance with the other hand before using both arms to hold her up and against the door. They both let out shaky sighs of relief once he was finally fully seated inside of her.

She grinded herself down on his dick and he whined, gripping her hips tightly.

"Move, Sannie, please."

He didn't need further instruction.

He started slowly, giving her time to adjust but it wasn't long before she was circling her hips impatiently.

"I'm ready, please just fuck me already," She whined and San smiled briefly to himself. Her bratty behaviour just reminded him that this was his best friend, a person he'd loved for so long and probably will love for even longer.

He obliged, picking up the pace and she wrapped her arms tightly around him, unable to stop pleased sounds from leaving her mouth. This was even better than she could ever have fantasised.

"You feel even better than I imagined," She moaned.

"You've imagined me fucking you?"

"All the time."

"Oh, fuck," San groaned and suddenly he was pounding into her, holding her steady and burying his face in her neck.

The sounds they were making were obscene, downright filthy, but neither of them could bring themselves to care, too focused on the overwhelming pleasure they were experiencing.

"I'm so close," San whined into her neck and she tugged at his hair,

"Me too,"

"Where do you want me?" San asked, his voice strained.

"Inside."

One word and San was cumming harder than he had in a long time, filling her up so nicely that she fell over the edge, screaming his name, soon after him.

San helplessly thrusted into her a few more times, the feeling over her clenching down on him so deliciously driving him crazy but even he was shaky after that orgasm.

He stopped his movements after the last quiver made its way through her body and she slumped in his arms. He pressed a breathless kiss to her temple and carefully pulled out and she was too fuzzy to even wince at the feeling of their mess between her legs.

"I'm gonna let you down, okay?"

She gave a half-hearted whine of complaint as he did so. She was still shaky so he held her against him the minute her knees wobbled when her feet hit the floor.

"I've got you," He murmured, pressing another kiss to her hair as she clung to him.

After a little life crept back into her boneless body she was finally aware of the slick mess between her legs.

"San,"

He nodded, somehow knowing exactly what she wanted. He chalked it up to twenty years of friendship.

He leaned her against the wall, "I'll be back now."

She hummed and leaned back against the wall. She watched him pull his pants up haphazardly and leave the room. She could almost not believe what had just happened. Somebody pinch her.

San returned after a while, tissues in hand.

"Did anyone see? I've just realised we were kind of loud."

"Just Jongho asleep in the tub," San said matter of factly, as if it was normal, as he started carefully wiping her thighs.

"Jongho is asleep in the tub?" She repeated back, fixing his hair as he worked on wiping them both down as best he could.

"Yeah. Mingi double spiked the punch earlier- poor kid got drunk out of his mind."

She snorted, pulling up her panties once he was done with her and straightened her clothes, "Sounds about right."

San hummed in response as he made quick work of cleaning himself up too. She pressed a kiss to his temple as she helped him buckle up again.

"Thank you, by the way," She murmured and he gave her a soft look, brushing her hair from her face, "For?"

"Well, for this firstly," She cupped his face, "But also for coming to your senses I guess."

He kissed her gently, "I'm sorry it took so long."

She shook her head and pulled him close, "It's alright. I'm just glad it happened. Being secretly in love with your best friend for years is torture and I'm just happy it's over now."

He pulled her in for a hug and she buried her face in his neck. He cupped the back of her head and leaned his head against hers, "You're mine now, right? You're not leaving?"

She nodded and pressed a soft kiss to his neck, "Yours."

He grinned and pulled her face from his neck and gave her another kiss. And another. And another, until she was giggling and melting in his arms.

He gave her one last kiss, "We should go before someone realises we're missing."

***

They re-entered the living room and the first person they saw just so happened to be the man from earlier. His eyes snapped to them and San wrapped his arm around her waist when he noticed. He didn't need to worry for long; the man eyed the way he was holding her, then saw the hickies on her neck. He scowled before shoving straight past them and San laughed as he heard the front door slam.

"Sore loser."

That man wasn't the only who noticed them though. Mingi seemed to have some sort of sixth sense because his eyes found them easily, almost as soon as they entered the room. His eyes clocked San's possessive hold of her and then the marks on her neck and his gaze darkened. San's eyes widened as he saw the six foot man suddenly move in their direction.

Yunho, who had been standing next to Mingi, looked up from where he was frowning and staring into the cup of mystery liquid Mingi had handed him a minute ago when he felt the man leave his side. Yunho's eyes widened just as San's had when he saw Mingi striding in their direction. He lurched forward to grab Mingi's arm, his drink sloshing out over his other hand at the movement. He grimaced.

"Min, what are you doing?" He held Mingi's arm firmly and Mingi pointed to San and Y/n.

"Look!"

Yunho glanced over to where he was pointing, to San and Y/n, suddenly seeming right as rain. He frowned.

Despite the intimidating look on Mingi's face, San approached him, Y/n in tow.

"Hey, Mingi," San greeted with what he hoped came off as a reassuring smile. Reassuring him that everything was okay.

Mingi ignored him, looking over at the woman beside him instead, his gaze softening into concern, "Are you alright?"

She smiled and nodded, wrapping an arm around San's waist. Mingi's eyes followed the movement. He wasn't glaring anymore, just curious and wanting answers now that he saw she was fine.

"I'm good, Min. We're both good." She assured him.

Yunho stepped forward, throwing an arm around Mingi's broad shoulders and gave them a smile, "Did you guys make up?"

"I'd say they did more than make up," Mingi grumbled and Yunho chuckled and ruffled his hair affectionately.

Yunho's chuckle suddenly faded and he squinted at their dishevelled appearances before he fixed them with a narrow-eyed glare.

"Did you just fuck in my house?"

San averted his gaze.

"Choi San! Please tell me it wasn't in my room," Yunho whined.

"It was your guest room and it wasn't on the bed," Y/n offered and Yunho groaned.

"As if that makes it any better- I am going to kill the both of you!"

For a second he really did look like he would and Mingi's eyes widened.

He hooked an arm around one of Yunho's. Yunho leaned against him, "Mingi, I think I'm headed toward an early grave."

Mingi rolled his eyes, "Drama queen. And you're not dying until you've tried that drink."

Yunho eyed the cup in his hand wearily, "I'm okay."

"Come on, I thought you loved me."

"Love has nothing to do with this."

San and Y/n watched their banter with amused grins before looking at each other. San nodded his head in the direction of the door. She nodded and grabbed his hand and they made their escape.

"Wait, what about Woo and Yeo, I said I'd-" San realised as she pulled the front door open.

"Fuck 'em. I said we had all the time in the world later. It's later."

That was all encouragement San needed before he was booking it to her car, towing a laughing Y/n behind him.

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Prom King

SYNOPSIS:

Y/n and their best friend Intak made a bucket list to make their final year of high school absolutely perfect. Although Y/n’s list of to-dos is now complete, Intak has just one more thing to tick off - win prom king. All is well, until they hear a certain Kim Sunoo is also running.

PAIRING: sunoo x gn!reader

GENRE: nonidol!au, highschool!au, enemies to lovers, slowburn (they hate each other for most of it) fluff, crack, ft P1harmony Intak, Itzy Yuna, Le Sserafim Kazuha, Ateez Seonghwa, Stray Kids Minho, TXT Beomgyu, Enhypen Jay

WORD COUNT: 18.2k

FRIDAY - 21 DAYS TILL PROM:

“Bestie!”

Part of Y/n regrets teaching Intak internet slang. The amount of “slays” and “side eyes” heard each day would draw any sane person to their limit. But they suppose the goofy smile on his face makes up for the near insanity. Just.

Y/n and Intak have been friends since middle school after he accidentally made them cry because their team lost dodgeball. One apology and a shared popsicle later, they were inseparable. Now, all these years have passed and he’s still the same 12 year old boy from back then, stealing their pens and waking up early just to carpool to school (he claims Y/n’s car’s a.c is better, but really he just wants to spend time with them.)

“You literally saw me an hour ago.” Intak can’t help but roll his eyes at his friend’s words, pulling Y/n into a side hug nonetheless. “That’s like… a whole 60 minutes.” He groans, causing Y/n to sigh. “Oh no! Poor little Intak… how are you gonna survive when we go to university? Or even worse, when we have actual jobs?” Intak lets out a laugh, attempting to brush his hair out of his face. “Bold of you to assume I’m not attached to your hip for life.”

Intak has always been clingy - or better yet, loyal. Once he opens himself up to someone, he attaches himself wholeheartedly to that person. It’s one of his many dog-like qualities that make him so easy to be around - so easy to adore. Stressing over homework? Intak will lend his mostly wrong answers. Crying over an ex? Intak’s over within minutes with movies and ice cream. Y/n feels very lucky to have someone like him in their life.

A lot of people at their school assume that the two are dating, which is honestly laughable to them. Obviously to an outsider, this sort of affection may seem a little odd but with Y/n and Intak it’s just natural. Their relationship is anything but romantic. Besides, Intak is just so… Intak.

“You know, I feel bad for your future wife.” Y/n sighs as they walk with Intak to their next class. The boy turns around to look at them confused, Y/n mentally cursing at his long legs as they struggle to keep up with his speed. “Why? She’ll love you too. We can be a cute little trio!” Intak gushes. “And be a third wheel for the rest of my life? No thank you.”

The rest of the day speeds by quickly and before they know it, the final bell rings, dismissing the students for the day. Students rush to get out of their seats but are immediately stopped by their teacher, Mr Lee.

“Before you run off, don’t forget you have your final presentations due next week. Try to meet up with your buddy over the weekend if you can.” A class of groans erupts at the teacher’s words - bar Intak and Y/n, who look at each other with a smirk. Pros of being partnered with your best friend.

“Oh, and the list of contenders for prom king and queen is up by the gym. Voting starts next week and remember you can only vote once so… yada yada no one’s listening. You’re dismissed.”

Before Y/n can even finish packing up their books, Intak grabs their hand and pulls them out of the classroom. “What the hell Intak? My car is that way!” Y/n groans as he pulls them through the halls, not so gracefully bumping into a few people along the way.

As they eventually come to a stop, Y/n realises that he has taken them to the gym. “Look, there’s my name!” Intak gushes, pointing at the bold Hwang Intak that’s written on the paper. Y/n smiles lovingly at their friends happiness but can’t help the gentle roll of the eyes that follows. “Did you just take me here to brag about running for prom king?” “No, I’m here to check out the competition.”

At the beginning of the year, Intak and Y/n each wrote a “bucket list” containing the things they wanted to achieve in their final year of high school. It was full of simple things, like having perfect yearbook photos, joining certain clubs, etc. Y/n ticked off their final one just last week, after they had finally gotten an A on Mr Park's “unbeatable assignment” they’d heard upperclassmen complaining about for years. Intak however, has just one more thing on his list. Win prom king.

Intak’s eyes vigorously scan over the list before his shoulders seem to deflate. “What’s wrong?” Y/n asks, immediately squeezing in next to him in order to see the list as well. Their eyes quickly scan the names before landing on the one right at the bottom… Kim Sunoo. “Well… there goes my bucket list.” Intak laughs, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

Sunoo has always been Intak’s rival of sorts. It all started years ago, when the two took the same dance class. Intak and Sunoo were each other’s biggest competition. When it came down to Sunoo’s fluid and flexible dance style versus Intak’s bold and precise one - Sunoo almost always came out on top. Intak was good, sure. But Sunoo had a natural charm to him that Intak just couldn’t compete with. The same thing happened throughout school, when they both decided to join the drama club. Intak once again, was in second place - constantly losing roles and opportunities to Sunoo.

Finally, high school came around and Intak managed to find something he really shined in, which was soccer. Not only did he really enjoy it, but there was also no Sunoo around to steal his spotlight. That was until Sunoo joined the cheerleading team and once again, the spotlight became shared.

“Come on, I’ve got practice but I can walk you to your car.” Intak attempts to pull Y/n away from the list but they stay put - anger practically dripping from their body. “That selfish asshole.” Y/n scoffs, aggressively poking his name, as if proving a point. God, even his handwriting is annoying. “He’s already the captain of the cheer team, the lead in the school play, has nearly perfect grades and is on the student council. He just needs to have this too? Can’t stand someone else having the spotlight for one fucking night?”

Y/n is fuming. It’s no secret that they aren’t the most fond of Sunoo, especially due to what he put Intak through over the years. This is just the icing on top of the “reasons to hate Kim Sunoo” cake.

“Hey, it’s alright. I don’t care that much anyway.” Intak attempts to calm his friend, finally managing to pull them back the direction they came. “You wouldn’t have put it on your list if you didn’t care, Intak.” Y/n sighs. “Well yeah but I’m up against Sunoo! I’m not gonna win so there’s no point in making a big deal of it.” Intak mumbles. Y/n can tell that he’s disappointed. For whatever reason, winning prom king is really important to Intak. So in that moment, they mentally promise to do whatever it takes to make it happen.

MONDAY - 18 DAYS TILL PROM:

Intak doesn’t hate people. No matter what they do or say to him, he just can’t bring himself to do it. Y/n however, isn’t anywhere as nice as Intak. So they hate people for him. This is evident on their face as they make their way towards Sunoo’s desk as soon as class is over.

“We need to talk.”

Sunoo looks up from his book at the sudden presence, and his eyes light up with mischief as they lock with Y/n’s.

“Y/n! To what do I owe this pleasure?” His voice drips with sarcasm as he lays his chin in his palm, looking up at Y/n with a smirk. Violence is never the answer but god, does Y/n want to punch him right now. “Oh cut the crap Sunoo.”

Sunoo knows all about Y/n’s hate for him. And although he swears he’s done nothing to deserve it, he certainly isn’t opposed to biting back. What’s the harm in dishing out the same treatment? Besides, Y/n looks extremely cute when they’re mad.

“You know, you look so pretty when you smile, Y/n. It’s a shame I only see you when you’re scowling.” Sunoo teases, bringing his finger up to gently poke at the furrow between Y/n’s brows - causing them to push it away almost immediately. “Stop being such an ass and I’d have something to smile about.”

Sunoo can’t help but laugh at Y/n’s meaningless jab, only making them even angrier. “Why the hell did you sign up for prom king?” They spit, almost as if the words were venomous. Sunoo can’t help the confused expression that makes its way across his face. They’re upset over that?

“I don’t know, Yuna signed me up without telling me.” Sunoo shrugs nonchalantly. This answer only adds fuel to the fire that is Y/n’s anger. “Oh you’ve got to be kidding me. Do you even care about being prom king?” They scoff, causing Sunoo to shrug once more. “I think the whole thing is stupid to be honest.” He says. “Great! Drop out.” And with that, Y/n swiftly turns on their heel and walks out of the classroom.

The silence however is short-lived as Sunoo jogs up behind them. “Why the hell would I drop out?” He asks, causing Y/n to roll their eyes. “You said it yourself, you don’t care about it. And yet you running for prom king directly stops other people from having a chance.” Y/n states. Now it’s Sunoo’s turn to roll his eyes. “You’re acting like it’s a scholarship or something. It’s just a dumb plastic crown-” “-WOULD IT KILL YOU TO THINK ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE FOR ONCE?” Y/n yells, cutting off his sentence.

“Kim Sunoo! Y/N L/N! Why aren’t you two in class?” Mr Lee pokes his head out from his classroom, looking at the two with a scowl on his face. “And what is so important that you need to yell in the halls?” He continues. Y/n looks at the ground sheepishly, mumbling an apology. “I want to see the both of you in my classroom at the end of the day, now get to class.” Mr Lee scolds.

Sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with Kim Sunoo across from a visibly frustrated Mr Lee is not exactly how Y/n saw their afternoon going. Intak waits nervously outside the classroom, pressing his ear against the door in hopes to hear what his best friend is in trouble for now.

“It’s not just today’s stunt that I’m upset with. You two have a knack for… disturbing the peace whenever you’re together. And honestly, it’s doing my head in.” Mr Lee sighs. “Now we obviously don’t expect all of our students to get along perfectly, you’re human beings after all. But is it too much to ask for you both to be civil about it? Or at least wait to scream at each other after school hours?” He continues. “No offence sir, but I would rather jump in front of a moving bus than see Sunoo after school hours.” Y/n says, causing Sunoo to scoff. “It’s after school right now, dummy.” Sunoo rolls his eyes. Mr Lee sighs once again, sensing that an argument is about to start.

“This is what I mean. When I don’t get along with someone, I go out of my way not to see them. It seems you two go out of your way to fight.” Y/n and Sunoo both mumble out apologies.

“I’ve been talking to some of your other teachers and we all agree that something should be done about this. So, we’ve decided to sign you up with the community centre down the street. They needed new volunteers and it’s the perfect opportunity for you two to put this weird feud to rest and make some real change. And, it’ll look good when applying for college, which is a nice bonus.”

Y/n and Sunoo look at Mr Lee as if he’s just told them the worst news imaginable. In some way, he has. “Look Mr Lee, I’m all for helping the community and all but can’t Intak and I do it?” Y/n asks, causing Sunoo to roll his eyes. “That defeats the whole purpose if you do it with him.” He scowls. “I don’t want to hear any fuss about this. It’ll be two days a week, after school Thursdays and Sundays. And if I hear that either of you are acting up I’ll have no choice but to strip away your senior benefits - which means no senior trip and no prom.”

If Y/n hated Mr Lee a minute ago, those words that just came out of his mouth made them love him again. Poor guy doesn’t know that he’s just given Y/n a great idea… Sunoo can’t run for prom king if he’s been kicked out of the whole event. All Y/n needs to do is find a way to get Sunoo in trouble at this community centre without getting themself involved.

THURSDAY - 15 DAYS TILL PROM:

Waiting outside the community centre in the scorching heat is not how Y/n planned to spend their afternoon. And with no sign of Sunoo, their anger starts to boil up - much like the temperature outside.

Just as they’re about to give up and tell Mr Lee that Sunoo was a no-show, a familiar car pulls up in the carpark and none other than Kim Sunoo steps out.

“You have some nerve. I’ve been waiting for like 10 minutes!” Y/n scowls, causing Sunoo to furrow his brows. “What time were we supposed to get here?” He asks. This only frustrates Y/n more. He doesn’t even respect them enough to value their time?

“God, you really are selfish. The email said 3:30.” Y/n pulls out their phone to back up their point with the email, only for their face to fall. “3:45 babe.” Sunoo smirks, watching as Y/n’s face heats up in embarrassment. They were sure it said 3:30. “Were you just so excited to see me that you came early?” He asks, making Y/n scoff - avoiding eye contact. “You wish! I was just… showing my dedication to… y’know, serving the community and… stuff.”

For the first time in what seems like forever, Y/n feels small under Sunoo’s gaze. They are so used to butting heads, always having a snarky remark or point to make. It seems that this interaction has somehow managed to knock Y/n off their pedestal - at least a little.

“I’m sure you standing out here has done so much for the community. Now, I don’t know about you but I’m gonna go inside.” Sunoo says, playfully ruffling Y/n’s hair before entering the building. Y/n scoffs out a few insults before fixing their hair and following suit.

Inside the building is a lot cooler than outside, the cold air conditioning a stark contrast to the outdoor heat. The two stand awkwardly in the front reception, watching as the person behind the desk talks on the phone.

“Wait, I’ve got people. Go complain to someone else.” The person says before abruptly hanging up, his irritated expression flipping to an almost scary smile. “Hi! How can I help you?” He asks. Sunoo nudges Y/n, who rolls their eyes before speaking up. “We’re here for the volunteer thing.” Y/n says, glancing down at the name tag that reads Minho - with a small cat face drawn next to it.

“Cool, what department?” He asks, typing something on his computer. “Uh… what?” Y/n asks, causing Minho to let out an exaggerated groan, spinning in his chair for added effect. “What department are you in? It’ll be on the sign up email.” He clarifies. Sunoo scrambles to check the email from Mr Lee, not seeing anything about a department. He shows Minho the email, causing his eyes to light up. “Oh! You’re the trouble kids?” He asks, turning his attention back to the computer momentarily. “I wouldn’t say that…” Y/n mumbles, causing Minho to laugh slightly. “It’s not a dig at character, trust me. Nothing wrong with a little rule breaking.” He winks. “Don’t tell your teachers I told you that.” He adds before standing.

“Looks like you’ll be doing a little bit of everything. I’ll throw you in with Seonghwa at first, that way you can come to me when you actually know what you’re doing.” Minho says, unlocking a backdoor before gesturing for the two to follow.

Minho leads them down a nicely lit hallway, pointing out different rooms and doors as they go. “Since we mainly do goods distribution here, we’re split into department’s so it’s easier to manage. You’ve got Seonghwa for kids - so that’s everything from toys, baby products, anything else children need. Then Beomgyu is in grocery. That’s just your basic food items. And then finally I’m on clothes and pet stuff.”

After his little introduction, he stops at a door before loudly knocking, causing Sunoo and Y/n to jump slightly. The door quickly opens and the head of a man who looks around Minho’s age pokes out. “Fresh meat.” Minho jokes, gesturing to the two students. “I told you to stop calling them that! And you wonder why people say you’re scary.” Seonghwa sighs, opening the door fully. “I’ll take it from here. You can go back to your phone call.” He continues.

Minho bids his goodbyes before walking back off down the hall. “Don’t let him scare you. He’s secretly a big softie.” Seonghwa says. “Anyway, I’m Seonghwa. I run the kids department here. I’m guessing you’re Y/n and Sunoo?” He asks, causing the two to nod silently.

Seonghwa looks at the two suspiciously. “Are you sure the school sent the right kids? Your teacher said you’re at each other’s throats 24/7.” He asks. “I’m sure Y/n will start something soon.” Sunoo mumbles, causing Y/n’s eye to twitch. They bite their tongue however, if they want this plan of getting Sunoo in trouble to work then they’ll have to make sure they’re on Seonghwa’s good side. “I’m sure we can put our differences aside for this. Especially since it’s helping the community.” Y/n says, causing Sunoo to roll his eyes at their words. “I hope so. It’s amazing what can happen to a bond when you do something like this. You should’ve seen Minho and Beomgyu when they first started.” Seonghwa says. “Right, I guess I’ll give you a tour of the department.” He continues before walking them down the hall to the storage room.

FRIDAY - 14 DAYS TILL PROM:

“And we barely even argued! Which is weird.” Y/n exclaims, after reciting their experience at the community centre. Intak hums, shoving some of his lunch in his mouth. “Maybe you two are finally getting along.” He says nonchalantly. “Oh please, I’ll never get along with someone like him.” Y/n scoffs, causing Intak to roll his eyes.

“I still don’t get why you hate him so much. You guys are more similar than you think.” He points out, causing Y/n to gasp. “First of all, never say that to me again. And second of all, he made your childhood miserable! Of course I’d hate him.” Y/n states matter-of-factly. “I wouldn’t say he made it miserable. I’m already insufferable as it is, imagine how big my ego would be if I never lost anything! Plus, it’s not like he beat me on purpose. That’s just how stuff goes sometimes…” Intak rambles. The two lock eyes for a moment and for a second Intak thinks his little speech got through to Y/n. “I’m still gonna hate him.” Y/n shrugs, causing Intak to sigh.

SUNDAY - 12 DAYS TILL PROM:

By the time Sunday rolls around, the fact that Y/n will have to spend all day with Sunoo finally settles in. Sure, they’ll have loads of stuff to do to hopefully keep them busy, but that won’t change the fact that he’s there. His presence alone is enough to frustrate Y/n.

“Sunday’s are pretty busy since it’s the one of days we hand everything out. So we have both delivery trucks picking stuff up and individual people. I’ll probably keep you two on sorting for now, just so I don’t overwhelm you too much.” Seonghwa says, making Sunoo and Y/n nod. “We do grocery on a separate day from clothes, kids and pets because of the amount of stock. So Beomgyu will be wandering around if you need any help and can’t find me. He’s only a few years older than you guys so I think you will get along well. You can always ask other volunteers too if you’re stuck.” With that, Seonghwa dismisses the two.

“Why the hell would you do it that way?”

“Babe, Seonghwa literally said there’s more than one way to do it.”

“Stop calling me babe! And if he saw what you were doing, he’d change his mind.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

The sound of Y/n and Sunoo’s argument fills the sorting room. It all started with Sunoo deciding he was going to stack the lego boxes upright rather than laying them flat. His thinking being that it takes up less room and leaves space for other things. Y/n however, insists that laying them flat leaves plenty of room for things to go on top - as well as making the container easier to close. Both are technically correct, but that’s not an acceptable answer to them.

As the two continue to argue, Sunoo yanks the box of lego out of Y/n’s hands - causing it to fall, splitting open and scattering lego pieces all over the floor. “Oh you’re so fucked.” Y/n laughs, causing Sunoo to complain about how they started the argument.

“Who the hell is screaming in here?” A voice asks. The two turn around to see Beomgyu standing in the doorway, his eyes lighting up as he sees them. “Oh hey trouble. I should’ve guessed it was you two.” He says, his gaze then falls to the lego all over the floor. “Oh shit.”

Sunoo and Y/n quickly try to pass the blame onto each other, causing Beomgyu to wave them off. “No offence, but I don’t give a shit who started it. Let’s just pick it all up before someone stands on it. Stepping on lego might as well be a torture method.” He says, crouching down to grab the broken box.

He notices the quiet atmosphere in the room and awkwardly laughs. “Don’t get scared now, this kinda stuff happens sometimes. If it makes you feel any better, Seonghwa takes home the faulty ones to add to his collection.” He says. The thought of Seonghwa at home surrounded by lego sets makes Y/n and Sunoo laugh slightly.

“Just… try not to do this sort of stuff when you’re in my department, okay? Spilled lego is a lot easier to handle than food.” The two nod as Beomgyu places the box on the counter. “Well, I’ll leave you two to it, then. Maybe try to be a little… quieter with the next argument.” He winks before leaving the room.

MONDAY - 11 DAYS TILL PROM:

“So… how was Sunday?” Yuna teases, causing Sunoo to look at her with an unimpressed expression. “Oh shut up.” He mumbles, causing her to stifle a laugh.

“I just feel bad for Y/n.” Kazuha says. “Being forced to spend time with Sunoo would be hell for anyone, but especially them.” Sunoo rolls his eyes at his friend, flipping her off before turning his attention back to his food. “Zuha’s right, you’re gonna drive them insane.” Yuna says. “Hey! They do the same to me!” Sunoo complains, causing Yuna to roll her eyes. “Well yeah, but they do it because they actually don’t like you. You do it because you’re trying to live out some weird enemies to lovers fanfic trope.” She points out. “True, not sure why you thought that would work.” Kazuha jumps in. “We get it, I’m a dumb guy who doesn’t know how to communicate my feelings. You’ve said this all before.” Sunoo dismisses.

“Just saying… maybe if you, I don’t know… spoke to them like normal people do to their crush.” Yuna shrugs. “Cause that works out so great for you two.” Sunoo deadpans. “You’re bitter because you know we’re right.” Kazuha teases, causing Sunoo to roll his eyes again.

TUESDAY - 10 DAYS TILL PROM:

Speak to them like a normal person. The thought has been running through Sunoo’s mind ever since lunch yesterday. Given the nature of his and Y/n’s relationship (if you could even call it that), he never even considered talking to them normally to be an option. But as he spots them walking down the hallway as school comes to an end, he figures what better time to start than now?

“Y/n!” Sunoo calls out, jogging through the halls to catch up to them. “Go away.” Y/n replies. “Oh come on babe, would it kill you to give me two seconds of your attention?” Sunoo asks, grabbing Y/n’s wrist. “Let go of me.” Y/n snarls, despite making no effort to pull away. Sunoo chooses to ignore their request, opting to teasingly pull them closer. “I wanna show you something.” He smirks, causing Y/n to roll their eyes. They quickly pull their arm out of his grip, folding their arms securely across their chest. “Well make it quick, I’m going to watch Intak’s practice.” Y/n mumbles.

Sunoo rolls his eyes at the mention of Intak but chooses not to comment. “One of my neighbours was talking to my mum about a care package she got. Apparently she’s signed up with the community centre. My mum sent me a photo.” Sunoo says, grabbing his phone and showing the picture to Y/n.

On his phone, is a picture of one of the boxes they packed on Sunday. This one is one of Y/n’s (you can tell from the way the lego box is placed). Y/n’s eyes light up at the photo, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Sunoo. “She said her sons were super excited when it arrived. They made the lego set together almost immediately.” He says, swiping to show a photo of the completed lego set.

“Oh my god! That’s so cool!” Y/n exclaims, leaning closer to get a better view of the photo. Sunoo attempts to ignore the way his heart skips at the gentle pressure of Y/n’s shoulder brushing against his. “I know right? Obviously it’s nice to make a difference but… actually seeing it is just… it’s awesome.” Sunoo says, causing Y/n to nod enthusiastically.

It goes silent for a second as Y/n suddenly notices how far they were leaning into him, immediately stepping back. Sunoo can almost see the invisible wall being built between them as Y/n puts their guard back up - the sight causing Sunoo to frown slightly. “I uh… thanks for showing me that. I’ll see you on Thursday.” Y/n mumbles awkwardly before walking off down the hall.

THURSDAY - 8 DAYS TILL PROM:

With prom just over a week away, Y/n can feel their plans of getting Sunoo kicked out slowly start to slip through their fingers. Turns out, trying to get Sunoo in trouble whilst staying out of trouble themself is a difficult task. It’s not like they can just start an argument like usual, and Sunoo’s unfortunately not the type of person to easily fall for sabotage.

“Hey trouble!” Minho exclaims as the two walk into the community centre. “Are you ever gonna stop calling us that?” Sunoo asks, causing Minho to laugh at the slight pout on his lips. “Stop breaking Lego sets and maybe I will.” He teases. The two teens visibly tense at his words, causing Minho to only laugh harder. “I’m just messing with you, shit happens. But do that in my department and neither of you will reach adulthood.”

He’s joking. It’s a joke. But the downright evil smirk on his lips almost makes it seem like it’s not…

“Anyway, this week is your last week in the kid’s section so try to make the most of it. We’ll rotate you every two weeks so you get used to all of the departments, then you can pick which one to volunteer in for the rest of the program.” Minho explains. “Oh! And before I forget!” He adds, aggressively wheeling his chair towards a cabinet - pulling something out of one of the drawers before wheeling back to the two.

“Your very own name badges! I didn’t draw anything on them since we don’t know what departments you’ll be in but we can always add to them later.” Minho says, handing a name badge to each of the students. “The drawing is for the different departments? I just thought you really liked cats.” Sunoo shrugged. “While that’s also true, they have a professional meaning too. Cat because I run the pet department.” Minho states. “But don’t you also run the clothes department?” Y/n asks, causing Minho to sigh. “That’s just temporary. Used to be run by this dude called Jay but he… took an early flight. If you get what I mean.”

“He means an actual flight.” A voice interrupts the conversation. The three turn around to see Seonghwa standing in the doorway. “Jay went back to America to be with his family. You really need to stop telling people he died, dude.” Seonghwa clarifies, earning an eye roll from Minho. “He’s dead to me.” Minho mumbles, causing Seonghwa to scoff. “Anyway, I’ll get these two out of your hair. That lady from Goodwill is supposed to be dropping stuff off in an hour so try not to ignore her when she gets here.” Seonghwa says. Minho waves him off nonchalantly before going back to whatever it is he does on his computer.

As the three walk back towards the storage area, Sunoo takes note of the little drawing of a lego block on Seonghwa’s name tag. He nudges Y/n gently - subtly pointing it out to them, earning a gentle smile and quiet giggle in return.

“Since you’ve already mastered packing boxes, I figure I’d let you unload and organize today. All these boxes came from a delivery truck yesterday. You’ve just got to unpack them and put them on the right shelves. Easy?” Seonghwa asks, earning affirmed nods from the two. “Great, if the three of us work hard it should only take us an hour or two. Then we can go over some stock checks and maybe do some more packing if there’s time.”

There's not a lot to argue about when you're busy working. Especially when the two are working with Seonghwa - someone they absolutely don't want to annoy. But it's a weird feeling for Y/n, practically spending hours on end with Sunoo yet not even muttering an insult.

“Okay, that’s us.” Seonghwa announces suddenly, causing the two students to look up at him confused. “But we still have a few orders to pack?” Y/n questions, causing Seonghwa to wave them off. “I’ll finish these later - we get in trouble for keeping you after hours.”

The two collect their things and go to leave but get stopped by Minho and Beomgyu, who are chatting about something in the reception area. “Woah woah, where are you two running off to?” Minho asks. “Uh… home?” Y/n asks, causing Minho to narrow his eyes at them. “You got a ride?” He asks accusingly. “I drove.” Sunoo nods, before the attention shifts to Y/n. “Oh, uh I caught the bus.” Y/n admits. Minho sighs at their words, rummaging through one of his desk draws before pulling out a set of keys.

“Beomgyu will drop you off.” He says, placing the keys in Beomgyu’s hands. “Have you seen the state my department is in? I don’t have time to play uber driver.” Beomgyu argues. “So you’d prefer our little Y/n here to catch the bus at this time of night?” Minho argues. “Why don’t you drop them off?” Beomgyu asks, placing the keys back in Minho’s hand. “I’ve got a very important business call and Seonghwa will kick my ass if I miss it.” Minho shrugs.

“Well, I’m sure Sunoo can drop them off.” Beomgyu suggests, turning his attention back to Sunoo. “Uh… I guess I could-” “-Really, it’s fine. It’s only like a 10 minute bus ride.” Y/n clarifies, earning a death glare from both Minho and Beomgyu.

“Y/n, if you get on that bus and get kidnapped and murdered, I will personally study witchcraft and bring you back to life just to kill you again myself.” Y/n’s eyes widen at Minho’s words, causing Beomgyu to awkwardly chuckle. “What he means is, we don’t feel comfortable with you taking the bus alone and strongly advise you to get a ride with Sunoo.” Beomgyu reasons.

The thought of spending any amount of time alone with Sunoo makes Y/n want to pull the hair out of their scalp. But they suppose it is better than potentially getting kidnapped. And Minho and Beomgyu don’t seem like the type of people to budge on this sort of thing. So Y/n reluctantly agrees, and Minho makes sure to walk the two to the carpark and personally watch them drive away - for extra precautions.

The car ride is silent and awkward. Despite the lack of arguing that has been going on between the two, it is blatantly obvious that there is still a massive wall placed between them.

Sunoo doesn’t know what to do to break the tension. Does he just let the two sit in silence? Does he try to talk about his day? Does he turn the radio on? Deciding a conversation is probably the best way to go, he lets out a shaky breath before mumbling:

“So, how are you liking the community centre?”

With the silence that follows his words, he almost thinks that Y/n didn’t hear him. Either that, or they hate him so much that they’d rather ignore him than have one conversation. Considering it’s dead silent, the latter unfortunately seems like the more likely option. Sunoo’s thoughts however, are cut short when Y/n replies:

“It’s more fun than I thought it would be… and the guys are really nice.” Sunoo nods at their words, letting out a small hum of agreement. “I was a little scared of Minho at first.” He admits, his attempt at potentially lightening the mood successfully landing, as Y/n lets out a small, breathy laugh.

"Yeah… I don't think I've heard someone affectionately threaten murder so much before." Y/n jokes. They're still turned away from Sunoo, opting to stare out the window in order to avoid looking at him. But at least they're joking now. It's progress.

"What happened to your car, by the way?" Sunoo asks curiously. Y/n sends him a confused look, causing him to elaborate. "I mean… don't you usually drive Intak to school everyday? Why didn't you drive here?"

Y/n let's out a scoff, looking back out the window. "The idiot tried to cook a pizza on the dashboard. Some bullshit about it being the hottest day of the year. He saw it on tiktok." Sunoo's face scrunches up, mumbling a small ew. "Apparently it'll take a while to clean, too. I think melted cheese got into the radio or something." Y/n shrugs.

"Does that mean you'll need a ride on Sunday too?" Sunoo asks without thinking. He internally face-palms as Y/n visibly tenses up at his words. God, why does he have to be so stupid?

"Uh… Intak should be free on Sunday…" Y/n mumbles. Sunoo has to stop himself from rolling his eyes. A habit, he likes to claim - opting to ignore the tiny amount of jealousy boiling in the pit of his stomach at the mention of the other man's name. Of course Intak would be the one to take them. The two are practically joined at the hip.

The car is silent for the rest of the drive, with the two only mumbling short goodbyes as Sunoo pulls up to Y/n's house. He chooses to stay, watching as they walk up the driveway and into the building. Y/n doesn't look back.

SUNDAY - 5 DAYS TILL PROM:

“Oh, how's the plan going?” Intak asks suddenly, as he pulls into the community centre parking lot. "Huh?" Y/n asks confused - causing Intak to deadpan at them. "Your whole thing of getting Sunoo to drop out of being prom king. It's on Friday." He clarifies.

Oh right. That plan. Y/n honestly forgot all about it, especially after the awkward interaction they had in Sunoo's car on Thursday.

"I haven't made much progress." Y/n sighs. "Because you're making progress in other areas?" Intak asks, a small smirk spreading across his face. "Don't think I haven't noticed the tension at school, and different from the old tension." He adds, earning an eye roll from Y/n. "I think you need to get your eyes checked." Y/n retorts, ruffling Intak's hair before grabbing their stuff and getting out of the car.

"You're picking me up tonight, right?" Y/n asks. "No, I'm gonna abandon you." Intak deadpans. Y/n gives him an annoyed look, making him laugh. "I'll text you when I get here." He says, causing Y/n to wave him off. "No need, I can spot your shitty car from a mile away." Intak goes to reply but Y/n shuts the car door- making sure to slam it for added effect.

As Intak goes to drive off, he winds down his window. "Have a fun day at work my Pookie Pie!! I love you." He calls, blowing a dramatic kiss to add some flare. Y/n rolls their eyes, flipping him off before entering the building.

Sunoo is already there, signing in at the front desk with Minho and Seonghwa. "I didn't know you had a boyfriend, Y/n." Seonghwa says, earning a scoff from Sunoo. "Yeah, a shitty one. Where was he the other night?" Minho grumbles. "He was busy with soccer practice. And uh… he's not my boyfriend." Y/n says, awkwardly scratching the back of their neck. "Might as well be." Sunoo mumbles bitterly, his comment not going unnoticed by Minho and Seonghwa, who both mumble short apologies for the mistake.

The two share a knowing look before Seonghwa claps his hands, gaining the attention of the two teens. "Right, since today is your last day in my department we'll just focus on practising what you already know. And later on, Beomgyu will give you a tour of his department so you can get straight into things next week."

Minho watches as Seonghwa gets the two to work, immediately going to find Beomgyu and explain to him what the heck just happened.

There is something wrong with Sunoo - that much is clear. He and Y/n aren’t friends of course, but there hasn’t been this much tension between the two since they started volunteering. Y/n doesn’t understand what went wrong?

As Sunoo ignores their question for the umpteenth time, Y/n finally feels themself snap. They grab the box of toys out of his hand, shoving it back on the shelf before crossing their arms across their chest - effectively cornering him in the storage room.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Y/n whisper-yells, not wanting to gain the attention of Seonghwa. “What’s wrong with me? You just ripped a box out of my hands?” Sunoo rolls his eyes. “Because you’re ignoring me!”

It’s stupid, Y/n knows. They’ve spent their entire high school career wishing for the day that Sunoo would start ignoring them. But now that it’s here, they hate it.

“And why do you care? We aren’t friends, Y/n. Even if I try to talk to you, you just go right back to running off with Intak every chance you get.”

And then it clicks. Everything always goes back to Intak.

“Oh my god, Sunoo. This is all about Intak? He’s my best friend, dumbass. And your stupid grudge with him doesn’t change that.” Y/n is fuming, and their volume is no longer at the front of their mind. Sunoo scoffs, pushing past Y/n and picking up the box once again. “I think you’re the dumbass, Y/n. Because everyone but you can tell that you and Intak are not best friends.”

Before he can get back to work however, Y/n catches up and shoves his shoulder - causing the box of toys to fall to the floor. “You’re a fucking hypocrite, you know that?” Y/n scowls, earning another eye roll from Sunoo. “I’m not the one in love with my best friend.” “People can be just friends, Sunoo! You of all people should know that!”

Y/n knows they are yelling, but they don't really care. In fact, they hope that the entire building can hear every word they’re saying; maybe then Sunoo will understand how ridiculous he is being. Even if they were in love with Intak, which is so far from the truth, what the hell does it matter to Kim Sunoo?

“No one says shit about you and Kazuha. Or you and Yuna. How is this any different? Do you get like this when they talk to other people, or am I just special?”

Of course you’re special Sunoo wants to scream. But he holds back - knowing better than to dump all his emotions onto Y/n. Especially now that they’re this worked up.

“Are you two finished?” A calm voice breaks through the tension, and both teens snap their heads to look at the figure. Seonghwa stands leaning against the doorway, his face expressionless as he looks at the two.

It’s as if they’d seen a ghost, and Seonghwa has to hold back his laugh at this. Remembering that he is, in fact the grown up in this situation - he takes a deep breath before ushering towards his office. “Come on, let’s all have a little chat, shall we?”

Seonghwa is scary when he’s mad. Minho and Beomgyu would be too, if they weren’t spending their time trying to hold back their giggles. They can’t help it though - not with Y/n and Sunoo sitting there like two children being scolded by their parents.

“I have tried my best to not… interfere with the relationship between you two. Simply because it is none of my business. But when you are in our building, you must obey our standards, and whatever that was back there is certainly not the type of behaviour we like to see.” Seonghwa states, his voice clear and stern. “Isn’t that right, guys?” He adds, turning to the other two adults in the room - who clearly were not paying attention.

“Uh… yeah.” Beomgyu replies, his voice cracking slightly. This finally sets Minho off, his fit of laughter soon turning into a safety hazard as he begins to choke on his own saliva. Seonghwa can’t help the sigh that escapes his lips, watching in mild disappointment as Beomgyu pats Minho’s back in an attempt to help clear his throat.

“Anyway, we think it will be best to separate the two of you for a little bit, until the hostility goes down. Sunoo, you’ll spend the rest of the day with Minho and Y/n, you’re with Beomgyu. I’ll continue where you left off in kids.” Seonghwa says.

“Wait, so you can’t deal with them so you just pass them onto us?” Beomgyu asks, offended. “Be grateful you’re not getting both of them.” Minho rolls his eyes, letting out a yelp as Beomgyu pinches his side.

It’s weird to see them talk so openly about the two, as if they aren’t sitting in the very same room. Y/n can’t bring themself to look away from Seonghwa, a strong sense of guilt building up in the pit of their stomach. He looks stressed, and Y/n can’t shake the feeling that they’re a major factor.

“Well… is there anything you two would like to say before I send you off?” Seonghwa asks, the attention in the room turning back towards the two teens. Y/n gulps under the gaze, glancing at Sunoo from the corner of their eye - who is avoiding eye contact all together. The two mumble quiet apologies, which almost go unnoticed by the others. Seonghwa sighs once more, gesturing for everyone to leave his office.

MONDAY - 4 DAYS TILL PROM:

“You look like someone died.” Kazuha states, dropping her food tray on the table and effectively snapping Sunoo out of his thoughts. “His relationship with Y/n did.” Yuna snickers, letting out a shriek as Sunoo’s empty milk carton flies towards her head. “Resorting to violence, now? No wonder Y/n doesn’t like you.” Yuna teases, throwing the milk carton back towards him.

“Wait, what happened with Y/n?” Kazuha asks. Sunoo sighs in response, picking at his food. “Nothing, I just fucked everything up… like always.” The response earns some eye rolls from the girls. “Stop acting like a pick me and explain what happened. Or I’ll go ask Y/n myself.” Kazuha threatens, although her words are all bluff.

Sunoo lets out another sigh, deciding there’s no use trying to argue with his friends. “I got jealous of Intak and said some… things. Y/n got mad, for obvious reasons and now we’re not talking.” He doesn’t even need to look up at his friends to tell that they are rolling their eyes at him.

“You are one of the dumbest people alive.” Yuna scoffs. “I know.” Sunoo whines, resting his head in his hands. “What did you actually say to Y/n?” Kazuha sighs, mentally putting on her couples counsellor hat. Sunoo hesitates, knowing he’s about to get ripped into by the girls. “I said that there’s no point in us being friends if they’re just going to run off with Intak every chance they get… and that it’s obvious their relationship is more than that.”

The table is silent for a few moments as Sunoo’s words set in. “You are the reason I hate men.” Yuna groans. “No literally, do you realise how hypocritical that is?” Kazuha asks. “Obviously but I was angry and just said whatever came to mind.” Sunoo frowns.

The girls give each other a look before turning back to Sunoo, who continues to wallow in his self-pity. Sighing, Kazuha moves to sit next to him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Maybe it’s time to be honest and tell Y/n how you really feel about them.” She says, causing Sunoo’s head to shoot up from it’s position on the table. “Be honest?” He asks with wide eyes. “Yes, Sunoo. If you tell Y/n that you said that because you were jealous and you like them then maybe they’ll actually give you a shot. It’s a much better plan than whatever the hell you’ve been doing this entire time.” Yuna points out. “And if they reject you, at least you tried.” Kazuha attempts to reassure, only to be met with glares from her two friends. “Way to boost my confidence.” Sunoo mumbles, picking up a spoonful of his lunch.

THURSDAY - 1 DAY TILL PROM:

“So… I heard you’ve got prom tomorrow?” Beomgyu asks, trying to break the ice. He hasn’t been alone with Y/n before so he’s not entirely sure what to say. Judging by Y/n’s groan at his words - he definitely said the wrong thing.

“Not looking forward to it?” He adds. “Since Sunoo will be there, no, I’m not.” Y/n mumbles, trying to turn their attention to the box of cans they are currently unpacking. They have nothing against Beomgyu, he’s sweet and all but god, does he not know how to take a hint.

“What happened between you two, by the way? I know you never got along but something must’ve happened to cause such a fight.” Beomgyu pries. “I really don’t want to talk about this right now.” Y/n sighs. Being met with silence, they think that Beomgyu has finally given up. Until he speaks again:

“You know, I heard that hating someone uses almost as much passion as loving them.”

This causes Y/n to choke on the air in their lungs, looking at Beomgyu with wide eyes. “I’m not lying! Hate sex is apparently really good… not that I would know, of course.” Y/n chooses not to pry at Beomgyu’s blatant confession and instead raises an eyebrow at him. “Are you really recommending hate sex to a highschooler?” They ask, causing Beomgyu to wave them off nonchalantly. “It’s an example, Y/nnie. I’m just saying that hate can be a confusing emotion. Sometimes you think you hate someone, when really you like them and just don’t know how to express it.” “That sounds pretty toxic.” Beomgyu waves them off again. “Just trust me. I know a lot about this stuff.”

“So… how are things going with Y/n?” Minho asks, his sudden words causing Sunoo to look at him with wide eyes. “I… huh?” Sunoo asks, confused. Minho rolls his eyes at this. “I’m not an idiot, I see the way you look at them. And judging by the way they treat you, they do not feel the same. So what’s the plan?��

Sunoo is overwhelmed by the sudden topic. “Uh… give up and go home?” He mumbles. This was not the answer that Minho wanted, judging by the look on his face. “I would slap you right now if Seonghwa wouldn’t fire me for it.” Minho threatens. “Listen, as someone who is basically an expert at this whole hate to love thing - I’m going to give you some advice.” He continues, placing a hand on Sunoo’s shoulder.

“You need to be obvious enough with the flirting that they can pick up on it but subtle enough that they think you’re just trying to annoy them. Then, when the tension gets high enough, you go full on flirt-mode. Catch them by surprise and reveal your feelings while their guard is down. And if you’re too scared to talk, just kiss them. Works like a charm.”

Sunoo looks at him skeptically, causing Minho to roll his eyes. “You think I’m joking? Beomgyu would tell you the same thing.” His words are very clearly alluding to something but Sunoo chooses to ignore them. “What if they just end up hating me even more?” He asks - his words causing Minho to let out an annoyed groan. “Then you suck it up and move on. If you open up about your feelings and they don’t accept it, then they’re not the right person for you. Was I this clueless when I was a teenager?” Noticing Sunoo’s hesitation, Minho continues. “Look, you’re a nice guy and you seem to really care about Y/n. I’m sure they only hate you because of some petty bullshit and not because you’re a terrible person. Have confidence in yourself!”

Sunoo nods affirmingly at Minho’s words. Have confidence in yourself.

FRIDAY - PROM NIGHT:

“Can I look yet?”

“No.”

“How about now?”

“Still no.”

“...”

“Intak, I swear to god, if you open your damn eyes…”

“I won’t!”

Y/n rolls their eyes at their best friend, looking themself over once more in the mirror. Once they’re happy with the completed outfit, they turn towards Intak - who’s stood in the middle of their bedroom with his hands covering his eyes.

“Okay… you can look now.”

As soon as the words leave Y/n’s lips, Intak’s hands are flying away from his face. His eyes fall on Y/n’s outfit as they stand awkwardly in front of him. “Woah… is it wrong for me to say you look hot?” Intak laughs, letting out a scream when Y/n hits his shoulder. “Hey! Don’t crinkle the suit!” He whines, earning an eye roll from Y/n. “Then don’t say cringy shit.”

“I’m serious though, you look great. Everyone’s gonna go crazy when they see you.” Intak compliments, causing Y/n to scoff. “Yeah, right. If I look so good, why am I taking you as my date?” Intak frowns at this. “You’re the one who turned down my idea of you and Sunoo going together.” He points out. “Yeah, cause that would literally be considered a form of torture.” Now it’s Intak’s turn to roll his eyes at Y/n’s exaggeration. “You’re just pissed that you guys fought. It would’ve been a great way to make up, you know?”

“Can we not talk about Sunoo right now?” Y/n asks, almost desperately. Intak narrows his eyes for a moment before sighing. “Fine. But as soon as this thing is over, you’re explaining what the hell happened with you two.”

Prom - the supposed “best night” of a high schooler’s life. The glitz and the glam. Food, drinks, music. It’s everything a teenager could wish for.

As Y/n and Intak walk into the school gym, they look around in awe at the decor. “You know, this turned out a lot better than I expected.” Y/n comments, causing Intak to nod in agreement. “I know, right? It barely smells like feet in here.” He jokes, letting out a pained noise when Y/n jabs him in the side. “So… are we going to the dancefloor first or the snack table?” Intak asks, causing Y/n to look at him with a blank expression. “Snack table it is.” He adds, laughing as Y/n aggressively pulls him towards the assortment of foods.

“I’m just gonna head to the bathroom!” Y/n mumbles, their voice slightly muffled due to the music. Intak sends them a thumbs up, letting them know he got the message. After a few moments, Intak feels a sudden presence behind him and turns around to see Sunoo standing there.

“Looking for Y/n?” He asks, causing Sunoo’s eyes to widen slightly. “Uh… yeah. I thought they’d be with you.” He mumbles. “Bathroom.” Intak shrugs, earning a slight nod from Sunoo. Intak gestures for him to take a seat and Sunoo hesitates for a moment before sitting down.

“How did you know I was looking for Y/n?” Sunoo asks, causing Intak to shrug. “Well, you weren’t coming to hang out with me.” He jokes, earning an awkward laugh from Sunoo. “Are you still upset about… you know?” Sunoo asks. “Oh, god no. I got over that like, freshman year.” Intak says, waving him off. “Oh. Okay, well… I feel like I should apologise anyway. I wasn’t like… trying to compete with you or anything.” Sunoo says, causing Intak to laugh. “It’s all good, like I said, I forgave you ages ago. Y/n on the other hand…” Intak trails off, causing Sunoo’s eyes to widen.

Everything finally seems to fall into place. Y/n hates Sunoo because of what happened with him and Intak? He supposes it does make sense; they are best friends after all. But if Intak is over it, then why isn’t Y/n?

“Can I be honest about something?” Sunoo asks, causing Intak to look at him confused. “As long as you don’t confess your undying love for me. You’re cute but not really my type.” He jokes, making Sunoo laugh so hard he almost falls out of his chair. “Trust me, you’re not my type either.” He responds, causing Intak to scoff in feigned offence. “You know what? Maybe I do still hate you.” Intak pouts. He keeps the act up for a few moments before returning back to his smiley self, gesturing for Sunoo to go on.

“This is gonna sound really weird but… whenever I see you and Y/n, I can’t help but feel jealous. Like, you guys are so in tune with each other and… you’re close with them in a way that I can only dream of. I don’t know… guess it made me unknowingly hate you which probably added to why Y/n hates me.” Sunoo rants. Intak’s face doesn’t give much away, as he stares forward with furrowed brows. For a moment, Sunoo thinks he’s said something wrong.

“Y/n’s a complicated person. They like it when people are open and honest, but hate being open and honest themself. They’re also super stubborn… you probably already know that. They hate admitting when they’re wrong but really admire it when others do.” Intak says. Sunoo looks at him confused, not entirely sure what he’s trying to say.

“Y/n’s basically a hypocrite, who looks for people that do and say the things they refuse to. That’s why we’re so close, we balance each other out. You, however, are more like Y/n, which is why I think you guys butt heads. You both want to be more open but your stubbornness gets in the way and you argue. I think that’s the difference between me with Y/n and you with Y/n.” Intak points out.

Sunoo’s face screws up at Intak’s words as he lets out a dry laugh. “Doesn’t sound like me and Y/n are a good match, then.” He mumbles. “I think you can understand Y/n a lot better than I do. Sometimes they do things and I just don’t get why. But if you and Y/n are going to be friends… or more, one of you will have to adjust a little. And judging by this conversation we’re having, it looks like you’re trying to.” Intak says, a genuine smile on his lips.

Sunoo is in awe. He’s never felt so called out yet reassured at the same time. “Where the hell did you learn to give advice like that?” He asks, shocked. Intak laughs slightly, scratching the back of his neck. “I watch a lot of couples therapy programs. It’s a guilty pleasure.” He mumbles. Just as Sunoo is about to ask what shows, the two are interrupted by Intak’s phone going off. He looks at the screen to see Y/n calling, immediately answering and putting them on speaker.

“Intak! You have to come outside and see this dog. It’s wearing a little bow tie!” Y/n exclaims, happily. “Outside? I thought you were in the bathroom?” Intak asks. “I move quickly. Now hurry up!” Y/n ushers, continuing to rave on about the dog as Intak waves goodbye to Sunoo.

“Ladies and gentlemen, if we could have you all to the dance floor to announce this year’s Prom King and Queen.”

Y/n is probably feeling more nervous than Intak - judging by the way they’re squeezing his hand. “I think you’re gonna break my knuckles.” Intak leans down to whisper, causing Y/n to roll their eyes. “Shut up.” They whisper back.

Has the principal's intro speech always been this long? No one asked about how proud you are of all the contestants, they just want to hear who won. After what feels like literal hours of talking, the drumroll begins to play throughout the gym.

“And the winner of Be Lift High’s Prom King is…”

“Hwang Intak!”

Y/n is probably more excited than Intak, too - judging by the way they practically scream in his ear. Intak grins widely as Y/n shakes him back and forth, receiving a few pats on the back and whoops from the crowd around them. Snapping out of his shock, Intak gently pulls away from Y/n’s grip and walks up to the stage to be crowned.

Despite Intak walking away, Y/n immediately feels another presence beside them. They turn to see Sunoo standing there, watching fondly as Intak accepts the crown. Y/n attempts to ignore him, turning their attention back to Intak. Despite this, Sunoo had already felt Y/n’s eyes on him and gently nudges their side to get their attention.

“He looks really happy.” Sunoo points out. His statement earns an eye roll from Y/n, who immediately turns to him with a smirk. “Jealous you didn’t win?” They asks snarkily, causing Sunoo to laugh slightly. It’s not the sarcastic laugh he usually does around Y/n. It’s a small, genuine laugh. “No, he deserves it.” Sunoo smiles before turning his attention back to the stage, where Intak is about to start his acceptance speech.

The smirk on Yn’s face immediately drops as they take in Sunoo’s words. Sure, he doesn’t have to be jealous… but Y/n at least expected a snarky comeback. Why is he smiling like he and Intak are friends?

“You look really good by the way.” Sunoo says, not taking his eyes off the stage. Y/n immediately scans his face for any signs of sarcasm or teasing. None. Awkwardly coughing, Y/n turns away from Sunoo and back towards the stage. They mumble a quiet shut up but the subtle blush that spreads across their cheeks shows they didn’t hate the compliment.

“And we’ll now announce Be Lift High’s Prom Queen…. Nakamura Kazuha!”

“Fuck yeah!” Yuna screams, immediately covering her mouth when she realised the rest of the crowd hadn’t started yet. She mumbles a few apologies before pushing Kazuha towards the stage.

With Kazuha now joining Intak on the stage, Yuna squeezes herself between Sunoo and Y/n - slinging her arms around both of their shoulders. “Do you think anyone heard me swear?” She jokes, causing Sunoo and Y/n to laugh. “Judging by the way Mr Kim is currently glaring into our souls, I’d say yeah.” Sunoo says.

The trio watch in amusement as Intak shuffles aside for Kazuha to give her speech, her sending him an awkward yet genuine smile. “They’re kinda cute, don’t you think?” Yuna asks, causing Y/n to scoff. “Oh please, she’s way too good for him.” They laugh. “I don’t know, Zuha’s taste in guys is…” Sunoo trails off. “Questionable.” Yuna finishes for him. Y/n shoots the two a confused look but chooses not to ask further questions.

“So, what were you and Sunoo talking about when I was on stage?” Intak asks as he and Y/n slow dance together. “Oh god, don’t remind me. Weirdest conversation we’ve ever had.” Y/n rolls their eyes, causing Intak’s to lighten up with interest. “Come on, spill the tea.” He says, laughing as Y/n physically cringes at his choice of words.

“I don’t know, it was just weird. Like, he was saying how you deserved to win and when I tried to tease him about it, he just didn’t react. And then he said I looked good… without being sarcastic!” Y/n rants, earning an eye roll from Intak. “You call that a weird conversation?” He asks. “Well yeah, it is for people who hate each other.” Y/n huffs.

“Y/n… you don’t seriously think Sunoo hates you, do you?” Intak’s question causes Y/n to look up at him, a confused expression painted across their face. “Uh… have you seen the way he acts around me? We’re like… constantly at each other’s throats.” Y/n points out. “Yeah, and who starts almost all of those arguments?” Intak asks.

Y/n falls silent for a moment as they think back to all their arguments with Sunoo. Sure… they’re often the one that takes it from teasing to yelling but… that doesn’t make Sunoo completely innocent.

“I think you should apologise to him.” Y/n’s eyes practically fall out of their skull as the words slip past Intak’s lips. “I think that’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever said.” Intak raises a brow at Y/n, almost in a challenging way. “Y/n… you know how much I love you but as your best friend, it’s my job to tell you when you’re being stupid… and this whole beef you’ve got with Sunoo is stupid… maybe if you start seeing him as a person rather than as some annoyance in your life, you’ll start to recognise that.” Intak says, finally, before dropping the topic.

Y/n pouts slightly as they mull over Intak’s words over and over again… he’s right. Y/n hates it when he’s right.

THURSDAY - 6 DAYS AFTER PROM:

I think you should apologise to him.

Those words have been repeating in Y/n’s brain all week. It’s very rare for a piece of Intak’s advice to stick with them for this long - usually he just says a few quotes he stole from Twitter and hopes it does the trick. It doesn’t.

Walking into the community centre, Y/n is surprised to see an unknown man sitting behind the desk instead of the usual Minho. As soon as he hears the door open, the man looks up and sends a small smile to Y/n.

“Uh… hi?” Y/n asks, walking up to the desk, puzzled. “Hey. You’re one of the volunteers, right? Y/n?” The man asks, causing Y/n to nod quietly. Their eyes quickly flicker down to his nametag - reading the name Jay along with a small drawing of some shoes. Jay? As in, the guy who used to work here?

“I thought you were in America?” Y/n asks, causing Jay’s eyes to widen slightly. “Oh… I was, yeah. But now I’m back.” He shrugs, passing Y/n the name tag box. Their eyebrows furrow slightly when they see that both Minho and Beomgyu’s name tags are still there. Just as they’re about to ask, they get interrupted by the door opening.

“Sorry I’m late, the coach tried to have an extra cheer practice.” Sunoo says as he walks into the building. He stops in his tracks when he spots Jay behind the desk. “Who are you?” He asks, bluntly. “Jay, and you must be Sunoo.” Jay says. Sunoo glances at Y/n, as if to ask what is happening. Y/n just offers a confused shrug back.

“Okay, as you can probably tell, I’m not Minho. Something happened and he had to take the day off which means, obviously, Beomgyu had too as well.” Jay says. Y/n and Sunoo aren’t sure why that’s obvious but they choose not to question it. “Because we’re down two people, things are going to look a bit different today. We can’t have you both in departments by yourself because, no offence but you’re not fully trusted to be left alone yet. Seonghwa’s still in kids, but he’ll also be checking on you two in grocery. I’ll take care of clothes and pets myself.” Jay says, earning affirmative nods from Sunoo and Y/n. “Cool, Beomgyu should’ve left you a note of what he wants done today but if you need any help, just ask me or Seonghwa.”

Beomgyu’s “note” turned out to be the computer password so they could access todays food pack orders along with the words “fuck things up and I’ll kill you” scribbled at the bottom. Not extremely helpful but Y/n expected nothing less.

“So we just… put the stuff on the list in a box?” Sunoo asks, making Y/n realise that he hasn’t actually worked in grocery yet. “Oh… yeah. We print off the order ticket, grab everything that's on it and put them in a box, stick the ticket on the top and then tick the packed button on the computer… it’s pretty simple once you get the hang of it, and everything’s labelled so you shouldn’t have any trouble.” Y/n rambles, quickly demonstrating how things work.

The two quickly get to work, in complete silence. It’s a little awkward. This is the first time Y/n has actually seen Sunoo since prom, other than quickly passing each other in the halls, and the first time that they’ve worked with him in the community centre since their fight.

I think you should apologise to him.

Groaning slightly, Y/n turns their attention back to the order they’re currently working on. The last thing they need right now is Intak’s stupid face in their brain, trying to convince them to apologise.

“Hey, Y/n? Can you come check this for me?” Sunoo suddenly calls, snapping Y/n out of their thoughts. “Uh... yeah, one sec.” Y/n replies, putting the finishing touches on their order before walking over to where Sunoo is working.

They find him in the produce section, looking puzzled. “Everything okay?” Y/n asks, causing Sunoo to jump slightly at their sudden presence. “Oranges and mandarins are the same thing, right?” Sunoo asks, causing Y/n to giggle slightly. “Um… no. Mandarins are little and come in pieces that you peel off, oranges are big and you need to cut them.” Y/n says, causing Sunoo to nod. “We only have oranges, then,” He says, turning to look at Y/n. “And I need mandarins.”

Sighing, Y/n does a quick scan around the produce section. There are in fact, no mandarins. “We’ll have to check the back storage.” Y/n says, walking towards the door to find Seonghwa. “You coming? I can’t carry a bulk box of fruit by myself.” Y/n says, causing Sunoo to immediately follow them.

Once the two grab the key from Seonghwa, they make their way to the back storage room, where all the unneeded products are kept. It’s weird being in here again. Last time the two were in this room, they were screaming at each other. Walking past the kids and pet sections, they finally find themselves in the grocery area.

“Over there.” Y/n points in the direction of the fruits, going to walk towards them. They realise that Sunoo is oddly quiet and turn around to look at him. “Are you okay?” Y/n asks. It’s silent for a few more moments before Sunoo blurts out two words Y/n never thought they’d hear him say.

“I’m sorry.”

Y/n doesn’t know how to respond. It seems that even Sunoo is a little taken aback by his words, judging by his wide-eyed expression. “Um… what?” Y/n laughs awkwardly. Where was this coming from?

“I’m sorry for… everything, really. I’ve been giving you hell for years for basically nothing. I was just jealous of you and Intak and I took it out on you when I should’ve just-” “-Are you kidding me?” Y/n asks suddenly, interrupting Sunoo’s words. “I’ve been thinking about apologising to you all week and you beat me to it?” They continue, causing Sunoo to look at them confused. “It’s not a competition…” Sunoo laughs awkwardly. “But I’ve hated you for years because of something you did unknowingly as a kid… and you didn’t even do it to me! Why the hell are you the one apologising?” Y/n asks, a small pout to their lips. Sunoo can’t help but look at them endearingly… are they really upset that he apologised before they could?

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Y/n asks, causing Sunoo to laugh slightly. “Sorry, you’re just really cute.” He says, causing their eyes to widen. A pink blush immediately spreads across their cheeks, earning a slight smirk from Sunoo. “Shut up.” Y/n mumbles, avoiding eye contact.

“Would you feel better if I took my apology back?” Sunoo asks, half jokingly. Y/n pauses to think for a moment before silently nodding, causing Sunoo to break out into a toothy grin. “Okay, then… I'll take it back.” He says, his words causing Y/n to look up at him again. They bite their lip nervously as he quietly waits for them to speak.

“Okay so like… I’m sorry for being a bitch and hating you for something you didn’t do. It was really childish of me and I hope that we can be friends… maybe.” Y/n rambles, their eyes nervously flickering from Sunoo’s to various parts of the room. Sunoo smiles at their nervousness, his heart swelling slightly at their words. “It’s okay… when I found out you didn’t like me I started purposefully annoying you. If you can’t tell, I think you’re cute when you’re mad.” Sunoo says, the pink blush on Y/n’s cheeks turning darker with each compliment. “Stop calling me that…” Y/n mumbles.

“You don’t like when I call you cute?”

“Hate it.”

“Your blush says otherwise, babe.”

“Shut up!”

“So… are you just gonna ignore the fact that I said I was jealous of you and Intak?” Sunoo asks, causing Y/n to look at him confused. “Why?” Y/n asks. “Because I like you and I hated that he was close with you in ways I couldn’t be… thought he had a better chance with you than I did.” Sunoo mumbles, causing Y/n to scoff slightly. “Oh please, Intak wouldn’t have a chance with me if he was the last man on earth.” Y/n says, choosing to ignore the part where Sunoo said he likes them.

“What about me?” Sunoo asks, stepping forward slightly to minimise the gap between them. “Uh… what about you?” Y/n asks, attempting to step back but getting stopped by the shelf behind them. “Would I have a chance?” Sunoo asks, continuing his steps until he is directly in front of Y/n, their back pressed up against the shelves. “Um… if you were the last man on earth, you mean? I guess, I don’t know. I don’t even think I’d survive long enough for us to be the last people on earth. Especially if it was like a zombie apocalypse or something, I’d probably die super… early.” Y/n rambles, the last words trailing off as Sunoo gently grips their chin, lifting it slightly so they’re making direct eye contact.

“I mean now, Y/n. Would I have a chance with you now?” Sunoo asks, his grip on Y/n’s chin stopping them from looking away. Y/n’s breath seems to get caught in their throat as they see Sunoo’s eyes flicker down to their lips. “I don’t know…” Y/n breathes out.

Their mind feels fuzzy. Up until about a week ago, they don’t think they’d ever had a positive thought about Sunoo. And now here they are, trapped between his body and a shelf, as he confesses that he likes them? Y/n has no idea how to process this new information.

“Are you guys okay in here?” A sudden voice calls out, causing Y/n to immediately push Sunoo away from them. They shut down the part of their brain that immediately misses his touch and peek behind the shelf to see Jay looking around the room for them. “We’re fine! Just took a while finding what we needed.” Sunoo calls out, going to grab one side of the mandarin crate. Taking note of Y/n’s slightly dazed expression, Sunoo can’t help but laugh slightly. “Actually, do you mind helping us carry this? Y/n’s a bit out of it.” Sunoo calls out again, sending a teasing wink to Y/n who immediately scowls at him. Guess that his feelings for them won’t change the constant teasing.

“I saw you drove today, your car’s fixed?” Sunoo asks as the two walk out of the community centre. “Yeah, it is. Which reminds me that I need to get Intak to pay me back.” Y/n says, taking a mental note. “Well, if you ever need a ride again, just know my passenger seat is always free for you.” Sunoo says, his words causing Y/n to blush slightly. They mumble a small thanks, causing Sunoo to smile endearingly. “Well, I’ve got to go. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Sunoo says, causing Y/n’s eyebrows to furrow. “School, babe.” Sunoo clarifies, making Y/n’s mouth fall into a small “oh”. Sunoo shakes his head with a gentle smile, ruffling Y/n’s hair affectionately. “Have a good night, Y/n.” He says before going to get into his car, waiting until Y/n has gotten in theirs and drives off before he leaves as well.

FRIDAY - 7 DAYS AFTER PROM:

“I told you so!”

Y/n reaches over to cover Intak’s mouth with their hand, shushing him as they look around the classroom. Thankfully, everyone else is busy with their own conversations to be listening in on theirs. Intak licks their hand, causing them to immediately pull away with a disgusted look. “You’re so gross.” Y/n mumbles, wiping their hand on Inak’s shirt sleeve. “I don’t care, you and Sunoo are getting together, I was finally right about something.” Intak teases, earning an eye roll from Y/n. “We’re not getting together, he likes me. There’s a difference.” “But you like him too!” Intak urges. “And how the hell do you know that?” Y/n asks, defensively. “Because we’re besties! I can basically read your mind at this point.” Y/n looks at him with a blank expression, clearly not believing his reasoning. “Plus you’re blushing, which is kind of a dead give away.”

Y/n throws their pen at Intak, who only pokes out his tongue in retaliation. He is right - they both know it. Which is what makes the whole situation more frustrating. Being confronted with the fact that you might like someone when you’ve spent years thinking you hate them is not a fun feeling. Y/n can’t help but think back to the conversation they had with Beomgyu last week. Sometimes you think you hate someone, when really you like them and just don’t know how to express it. God… did everyone see it but Y/n?

Obviously, they always knew that Sunoo was attractive (although they’d never admit it). And yeah, maybe a small part of them did secretly enjoy having Sunoo’s attention - good or bad. But does that really mean that they like him? Like, want to go on dates and hold hands and kiss and post cute couple pictures with cheesy captions to annoy their friends kind of like? Surely not…

…

Okay, maybe.

But liking Kim Sunoo and wanting to date Kim Sunoo are two completely different things. You can like someone and leave it at that - a hypothetical crush with no real drive to transition into an actual relationship. Just someone to watch from afar and dream about until you either get over them or fall for someone else. That is exactly what Y/n plans to do with this whole crush thing. Sunoo, unfortunately, is not making this easy.

“Y/n!”

The sudden call of their name causes Y/n to jump slightly. That doesn’t sound like Intak. And Y/n doesn’t speak to any other men at school because, why would they? Which means it has to be…

“Do you know how long I’ve been looking for you?” Sunoo asks once he’s finally caught up to Y/n. They look like a deer caught in headlights, looking directly into the eyes of the one person they’ve spent all day avoiding.

Y/n is almost too distracted by the situation to process the words coming out of Sunoo’s mouth. He’s been looking for them? That should not make their heart flutter the way that it does.

“Where have you been?” Sunoo asks, his follow-up question finally breaking through the thoughts that are overflowing Y/n’s brain. “Oh, you know… around.” Y/n attempts to play it off, aimlessly waving their hand to appear as nonchalant as possible. Sunoo doesn’t buy it for a second, looking at Y/n with raised eyebrows. “Okay… well, I was wondering if you were busy this afternoon?” Sunoo asks. “This afternoon? There’s a game on.” Y/n says, causing Sunoo to chuckle slightly. “I know. I’m a cheerleader, remember? I was meaning before the game.”

They always get paninis with Intak before his games - something he claims gives him good luck. Despite this, Y/n can practically hear Intak screaming at them to say no, they’re not busy, and they’d love to spend the afternoon with Sunoo. But some part of them is holding back, scared of getting too close to Sunoo.

Sunoo notices Y/n’s hesitation and his face falls slightly, though he immediately covers it with an understanding smile. “Intak?” He asks, already knowing the answer. Y/n nods slowly, an overwhelming feeling of guilt washing over them. Why did feelings have to be so confusing?

Sunoo goes to walk away but Y/n suddenly calls out, their voice leaving their body before they even have time to comprehend the words. “You can come,” Sunoo stops in his tracks, turning around to look at Y/n once more. “If you want.” They add.

It’s silent for a moment before Sunoo smiles - not the sad one from before, a genuine smile. “Sure… how about I bring Yuna and Kazhua, too?” He asks. Sunoo’s not an idiot, he can tell how uncomfortable Y/n is in his presence. If he wants things to work out with them, he needs to give them time to get comfortable. If that means bringing their entire friend group on what he wanted to be a date, then so be it.

“I’d like that.” Y/n smiles.

“So uh… where are we going?” Yuna asks, curiously. Her grip tightens on Kazuha’s arm as the trio walk down the street. “That cheap Italian place down by the library.” Sunoo says, his words immediately causing Kazuha’s face to screw up. “Who gets Itallian before a game? Isn’t that more of a post-game meal?” She asks. Sunoo shrugs. “Apparently Intak needs his good-luck panini before every game and I’m not really in the mood to argue with our star player.”

“He plays like that because of a panini?” Kazuha asks, shocked. “It’s not the panini, idiot. It’s the fact that it’s his lucky food… think of it like manifesting.” Yuna explains. “But with paninis.”

Thankfully, the restaurant isn’t too far away from the school. It’s likely why Y/n and Intak started going. As soon as the group walks up to the little building, squished between the public library and a laundromat, Sunoo realises that it’s not as bad as he thought. Freshly painted with what looks to be a handmade sign hung carefully above the door and intricately decorated on the interior.

Stepping inside, the group’s eyes immediately land on Y/n and Intak. They’re the only customers in the restaurant, so it’s impossible to miss Intak’s wide smile and over-exaggerated wave.

“Wait, this place is so cute!” Kazuha exclaims, immediately going to sit down with Y/n and Intak. “How long have you two been gatekeeping this?” She continues, pointing her finger accusingly between Y/n and Intak. Y/n immediately raises their hands in surrender. “Ask Intak, he’s the one who didn’t want anyone stealing his luck.”

Intak’s eyes widen at Y/n’s statement. “Hey! Don’t turn this on me!” He exclaims, his face heating up slightly as the group laughs. “It’s okay, the golden boy just didn’t want anyone stealing his precious spot. No biggie.” Yuna teases, patting Intak’s shoulder with feigned sympathy as she moves to sit down as well - pushing Sunoo to sit in the spot next to Y/n before sliding in after him.

Sunoo attempts to keep some distance between himself and Y/n so as to not make them uncomfortable. Yuna doesn’t seem to get the message though, sliding into the booth and pressing Sunoo right into Y/n’s personal bubble. They don’t seem to mind though - judging by the subtle blush creeping up their neck and gentle smile on their lips.

“Is now a bad time to say that I’ve never had a panini before?” Yuna asks. ‘Oh god, don’t make him start.” Y/n mumbles. Their words fall on deaf ears, as Intak begins to ramble about paninis and all the amazing combinations you can have. Y/n zones out of the conversation, aimlessly flicking through the menu instead.

“What do you recommend?” Sunoo asks, quietly. Y/n looks up at him with a raised brow. “Don’t trust Intak’s recommendations?” Y/n asks, jokingly. Their words cause Sunoo to chuckle quietly. “More like, I want to have your favourite.” Sunoo mumbles, playfully winking when Y/n’s face flushes.

This is going to be a long night.

“Oh, shit. What time do we have to be there tonight?” Yuna asks, pulling out her phone to check the time. “Practice starts at 5, game at 6. I’ve only told you, like, 4 times today.” Sunoo says, a not-so-subtle roll of his eyes earning him a slap on the arm. “Thanks, Kim Sunoo. Where would I be without you?” Yuna replies snarkily. “Not the game, that’s for sure.”

“Are you coming early too, Y/n?” Kazuha asks, finishing off the last bite of her panini. “I always do. Intak forces me to watch him practice.” Y/n says. “It’s not forcing! You can say no…” Intak pouts. “If I say no you get like this, which is not as cute as you think it is.” Y/n laughs, causing Intak’s mouth to drop in offence. “I am so cute! You’re just blind, clearly.”

“Maybe this time you can watch our cheer practice, instead.” Yuna suggests, “I know a certain someone would love that.” She continues, a little quieter so only Y/n and Sunoo can hear her. Y/n’s face heats up at the implication behind Yuna’s words as Sunoo nudges her in the side, his face telling her to knock it off.

“Or just watch boring Intak, whatever you want.” She finishes with a shug. “Since when was it International Bully Intak Day?” Intak asks, sulkily taking a bite of his (third) panini.

Intak gets pouty when Y/n doesn’t pay attention during his practice and games. Y/n has made that mistake far too many times, and now makes sure to keep their eyes on the field at all times. Why is tonight so much more difficult? Kim Sunoo… that’s why…

Y/n never really watched the cheerleaders before. Like they said, Intak got pouty. But tonight, their gaze can’t help but slowly drift to where Sunoo stands. They jump slightly as Sunoo tosses one of the smaller girls in the air, lifting her up like she’s nothing and catching her with equal ease.

He must be pretty strong.

Y/n immediately shakes the thought out of their head, looking back at the field. The game has long started since now, the bleachers filling up with loud, enthusiastic supporters all there to watch their team win. Intak’s on fire, as usual. The crowd roars with every point he scores, expecting nothing less from their school’s star player.

As Y/n fixates their full attention onto their best friend, they hardly notice Sunoo walking over to where they’re sat. Sunoo smiles down at Y/n, finding their concentration cute before playfully ruffling their hair.

“So, we’re pretending you weren’t literally staring me down a minute ago?” He asks, his words and action causing Y/n’s attention to immediately flicker to him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Y/n mumbles, swatting his hand away before fixing their now ruined hair. “Course you don’t, babe.” Sunoo replies, messing up Y/n’s hair once more before taking a seat next to them.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on the field… you know… cheering?” Y/n asks, trying to make it seem like they’re annoyed by his presence. Y/n’s never been an actor though and Sunoo can read right through them. “You expect me to cheer for the whole game? That’s so tiring.” Sunoo frowns. “I should get to have a good time, too.” He adds, sending a playful smile to Y/n.

That’s how Y/n and Sunoo ended up watching the game together. With every scored point, everyone around them got more enthusiastic - their excited movements pushing Y/n and Sunoo closer together. Neither of them minded, though.

Sunoo suddenly lets out a groan when he spots Yuna calling him back onto the field. “I have to go back.” He mumbles, looking at Y/n apologetically. “It’s okay… go do your thing.” Y/n smiles. Sunoo can’t help the way his smile mimics Y/n’s, even the tiniest bit of their happiness is contagious to him. God… they’re so pretty. Before he can even realise what he’s doing, Sunoo leans in to press a quick kiss against Y/n’s cheek, ruffling their hair once more as he stands before running back to the field, yelling about how he’ll “be back.”

Y/n sits there, stunned, for a moment. Did that really just happen? Did Sunoo just kiss them? They bring a hand up to gently press against the spot where Sunoo’s lips just were. The skin burns slightly at the touch, likely from the ever growing blush that seems to be constant whenever Sunoo’s around. It takes Y/n a handful of seconds to snap out of the fluttery trance Sunoo’s kiss put them in - and he didn’t even kiss them on the lips! This crush really is going to be the end of Y/n…

“WE WON!”

Intak’s yell could probably be heard from the other side of town. But Y/n doesn’t care, as they run happily into his open embrace. Every win for Intak is like the first; it’s only fair that Y/n matches his enthusiasm.

“You did so good, Takie.” Y/n says, giving Intak a loving squeeze before pulling away. Kazuha is next, running to give Intak a hug - much to the surprise of the rest of the group. “Guess we’re all hugging Intak.” Yuna shrugs, running up to him as well - making sure to grab Y/n on the way and pull them into the, now group hug.

Sunoo watches the group with an amused smile on his face. “Bring it in, bro.” Intak winks, making Sunoo laugh slightly. “Okay, bro.” Sunoo says teasingly, before joining the hug as well - making sure to take a position next to Y/n.

“Why are we hugging?” Y/n asks. “Because I did so amazingly that you guys just wanted to show how much you love me?” Intak asks, hopefully. “Whatever you say, buddy.” Yuna laughs.

Pulling away from the impromptu group hug, Y/n can’t help the way their eyes naturally drift to Sunoo, who was already looking at them. The rest of the group immediately notice their two friends, Yuna giving Kazuha a knowing nudge.

“Hey, Intak. Didn’t you need to show me and Yuna that… thing?” Kazuha asks, suspiciously. Intak’s face lights up at this. He loves this game. “Oh, that’s right! I almost forgot. I’ll go show you now. Just you, me and Yuna.” Intak says. Sunoo has to stop himself from physically face palming at the performance. “I think they get the hint.” Yuna laughs, grabbing the two by the arm and pulling them away from Y/n and Sunoo.

“Well that wasn’t suspicious at all.” Sunoo jokes. “What would he even have in his car to show them?” Y/n laughs, looking back in the direction the three went, only to spot them not-so-subtly crouched behind the bleachers. “They’re watching us.” Y/n mumbles. “Of course they are.”

Silence falls between the two as Sunoo appears to have a sudden wave of nerves wash over him. Y/n looks up at him with slight concern - Sunoo doesn’t normally get nervous. “Look… I just wanted to say that I had a really good time with you today… it’s nice to just hang out without working… or yelling at each other.” Sunoo starts, causing Y/n to laugh slightly. “We do yell at each other quite a bit.” They agree. “That’s not stopping, by the way. If you do dumb shit I will call you out on it.” Y/n playfully warns, causing Sunoo to laugh. “Oh, 100%. Just like how I’m going to keep purposefully getting on your nerves.” Sunoo teases.

Due to the conversation taking a playful turn, Sunoo’s nerves start to subside. “Look, I know this is all very sudden for you so I don’t expect an answer straight away but, I was wondering if you wanted to-”

“-yes.”

Sunoo’s eye brows furrow slightly at Y/n cutting him off. “Would you let me say it?” He asks, teasingly, causing Y/n to laugh. “Sorry, I got excited… keep going.” Y/n urges him to continue, looking at him with a playful smile. “I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date… with me… and not our friends, this time.” Sunoo asks, smiling gently.

Y/n can’t stop the giddy feeling that’s building up in their stomach. It’s almost like they want to start jumping around, they’re so restless. Never in their entire life would they have thought that they would have these feelings about Kim Sunoo… guess the heart works in mysterious ways.

Y/n nods enthusiastically, jumping to pull Sunoo into a tight hug. “This is new.” Sunoo comments, hugging back nonetheless. “Sorry, I’m just weirdly excited and I didn’t know how to say it in words.” Y/n mumbles against Sunoo’s shoulder. “Don’t apologise… I could definitely get used to this.” Sunoo says, tightening his grip around Y/n’s waist.

The two stand there for a few seconds, trapped in their own little bubble. Their precious moment is soon interrupted by the hushed whispers of their friends, who still haven’t left their hiding spot. Sunoo pulls away with a groan, shooting a fake glare towards the others. “Okay… let’s go get those idiots.” He says, wrapping an arm around Y/n’s shoulder to pull them in the direction of the rest of the group.

“So, just so we’re being clear… our next date is gonna be with our friends, too?”

“Without, Y/n. Without.”

“Sorry without… Yuna and Kazuha, but Intak is coming.”

“Bring Intak and you’re not getting a second date.”

“I’m just teasing. Besides, I doubt you can stay away from me after this.”

“You know what? I’m starting to regret confessing to you.”

As the two playfully bicker back and forth, Yuna, Kazuha and Intak notice them coming over and decide to leave their hiding spot. “So the lovebirds finally got together, huh?” Yuna asks, earning eyerolls from Y/n and Sunoo. “Nothing’s official yet so don’t jinx it.” Sunoo warns, causing Yuna to look at him with a teasing smile. “So I shouldn’t talk about how you’re madly in love with Y/n and it’s taken you literally years to-” Yuna’s ramble gets cut off by Sunoo charging at her, causing her to end her sentence early with a loud squeal.

“Zuha, help!” Yuna exclaims as she attempts to run away from Sunoo. As the three friends laugh and chase each other around the now empty field, Y/n feels the sudden presence of Intak resting his chin on the top of their head.

“You look really happy.” He comments, the simple words causing Y/n’s smile to spread even further across their face. “I am.” They reply. “Sunoo’s cool… he’ll treat you well.” Intak mumbles, yawning slightly due to it getting later. Y/n snorts slightly at his words, playfully elbowing him in the stomach. “Why are you acting like my dad?” They ask, earning a shrug from their best friend. “I’m just happy that you’re happy.”

SUNDAY - 9 DAYS AFTER PROM:

Walking into the community centre feels a lot different on this particular day compared to all the previous times. Perhaps it’s due to the fluttery feeling in Y/n’s chest at the thought of seeing Sunoo again. They haven’t seen him since Friday night, where they agreed to go on a date. They did, however, text throughout most of yesterday.

Minho is back in his position at the front desk, with Jay, Beomgyu and Seonghwa in various other parts of the reception area. Sunoo also stands in the reception area, signing in for the day.

“Y/n, come and clear this up for me.” Minho says as soon as Y/n makes their way through the sliding glass doors. Their eyebrows furrow slightly but oblige nonetheless, not wanting to piss of Minho this early in the day.

“This kid says that you and Sunoo didn’t argue at all last week.” Minho scoffs, pointing accusingly at Jay, who holds his hands up in defence. “I honestly didn’t even know they were the problem kids until like, 2 hours into the shift.” Jay argues. “We didn’t argue.” Y/n shrugs, causing all the adults to look at them in shock. Sunoo tries to hold back his smile as he finishes signing in, unfortunately not going unnoticed by Beomgyu.

“Did something happen between you two?” Beomgyu asks with a smirk on his face, throwing his arm over Sunoo’s shoulder and shaking him a few times. “Beomgyu, that’s none of our business.” Seonghwa attempts to scold. “I see blushing.” Minho teases, pointing at Y/n’s face. “Let’s just get to work, are we going back to the old schedule?” Y/n asks, turning their attention fully to Seonghwa. He almost looks startled by Y/n’s question. “Can I trust you two to work together properly?” He asks, looking at both Y/n and Sunoo suspiciously. The teens quickly nod. “Okay… we’ll go back to the old schedule. You two will be in with Beomgyu today and then you’ll start fresh with Jay in clothes next week.”

“Okay but like… you guys are dating now, right?” Beomgyu asks as he walks into the food storage room, a large box of bread in his hand. Y/n and Sunoo look at each other, both questioning his words. That’s not even something they’re sure of. They agreed to go on a date… does that mean they are dating?

Beomgyu notices the confusion and chuckles slightly. “We’re not labelling it, huh? I remember those days.” He smiles, placing the box on the table. “Just try not to let it get in the way of your work… no matter how hard that might be.” Beomgyu says, almost as if he’s speaking from personal experience.

WEDNESDAY - 12 DAYS AFTER PROM:

Going on a date with Sunoo is exciting and terrifying at the same time. Everything is changing… they went from spending all of their time with Intak, to suddenly being in a friend group with Intak, Sunoo, Yuna and Kazuha. What if this thing with Sunoo doesn’t actually work out? Their friend groups have already basically intertwined and Intak seems to really enjoy having the others around. The last thing Y/n wants is to ruin it for him. They really like Sunoo, too. This needs to work out.

“Stop worrying about shit that isn't going to happen." Intak playfully scolds, softly hitting Y/n over the head with his book. The act immediately snaps Y/n out of their thoughts, making them look up at Intak with a small pout. "You didn't have to hit me." They mumble. "Yes, I did. You've been like this all day. Your date tonight's gonna go fine. I don't get why you're so worried." Intak says. "I'm just scared that I'll mess everything up." Y/n frowns, shaking their head in their hands in an attempt to silence their negative thoughts.

"You didn't mess it up when you literally hated him… how could you mess it up now that you like him?" Y/n struggles to argue with Intak's logic. They know that their insecurities are irrational and yet there's still this tiny part of their brain, shouting about how terribly this is all going to go.

"Well, no time to be insecure, here he comes." Intak says, gesturing over Y/n's shoulder before walking off.

The sudden presence of an arm around their shoulder causes y/n's entire body to relax. They know it's Sunoo; it always is.

"Where's he going?" Sunoo asks. "You scared him off." Y/n jokes back, causing Sunoo to laugh slightly. "Hey! I'm not even remotely threatening, thank you." He argues, pinching Y/n's shoulder. Strange how as soon as Y/n is in the presence of Sunoo, all their negative thoughts from before seem to mysteriously vanish.

"Are you all good with going right now? Or did you want to head home first?" Sunoo asks. "Well I didn't bring my car today and my ride just abandoned me so, I guess now works." Y/n shrugs.

Dinner and a movie - the most timeless first date. There's enough time at dinner to talk and get to know each other whilst also being able to just ignore each other during the movie if the dinner part doesn't go to plan. Y/n and Sunoo don't exactly have to get to know each other, though. It's more just getting to know this new side of each other.

So far on the date, Y/n has learnt that Sunoo is quite the gentleman. They're not sure if he's just pulling out all the stops because they're on a date or if he usually treats his partners like this but the chivalry is spot on. Letting y/n choose the restaurant, holding open the door, pulling out their chair, the works.

"You know," Sunoo starts, pointing a fry in Y/n's direction. "You never actually told me that you like me." Y/n rolls their eyes at his statement. "Yes Sunoo, I agreed to go on a date with you because I don't like you." They reply sarcastically. Sunoo holds his hands up in defence. "Is it wrong for me to want to know how my date feels about me?" Sunoo asks teasingly. Y/n's heart flutters at the word date but they try to ignore it. "When you're only asking because you want to hear me say it, yes."

Sunoo looks at Y/n expectantly, making them sigh. "Fine… I really like you, Sunoo." Y/n says, the genuine tone in their voice makes Sunoo smile brightly. "I really like you, too." He replies. Y/n grumbles something about him being stupid, which makes Sunoo laugh before turning back to his food.

"Okay, they didn't have any mint chocolate left which is… honestly criminal, but they had your favourite so I just got two of them." Sunoo says, happily handing Y/n an ice cream cone. "How did you know cookie dough is my favourite?" Y/n asks suspiciously. They have had many conversations with Sunoo, none of which involved anything they liked.

"You always bring those little cookie snack bars to the community centre… so I just took a guess." He shrugs. Y/n's eyes narrow at Sunoo. "What else do you know about me?" They ask, making him laugh slightly. "I'm very observant, so, a lot. You'll find out eventually." Sunoo winks, causing Y/n’s eyebrows to furrow.

Once the two find their seats, Sunoo pulls out the rest of the snacks that he had snuck into the theatre (why would he buy a bag of lollies for $6 when he could get the same ones at the grocery store for $2.50?) Y/n’s eyes widen as Sunoo lays out the snacks he had brought, each one being one of Y/n’s favourites.

“Okay, you’re messing with me now. You asked Intak for help, didn’t you?” Y/n asks, skeptically. “I swear, I didn’t.” Sunoo says, only confusing Y/n further. “Then how did you know to get me all of this? Y/n asks, their eyes shining in awe as they look at Sunoo. “Y/n… I’ve liked you for… almost 2 years now? It’d be weirder if I didn’t know about these kinds of things.” Y/n’s eyes widen at Sunoo’s words. It’s as if all the air has been knocked out of their lungs. “You’ve liked me for two years?” Y/n asks, almost in disbelief. “Why didn’t you say anything?” They ask, going to hit Sunoo’s shoulder but Sunoo catches their hand instead, holding it gently in his. “Be honest, Y/n. Would you have liked me back 2 years ago?” He asks. Y/n falls silent. They both know the answer to that. “I don’t know what to say.” Y/n mumbles. Sunoo smiles, reaching over with his other hand to ruffle their hair. “You don’t have to say anything.”

Their hands stay intertwined throughout the entire movie. It just feels right, the coolness of his skin contrasting against Y/n’s warmth. The way they each tighten their grip whenever a particularly tense scene plays or how Sunoo’s thumb gently grazes over Y/n’s knuckles when a sad one does. Neither wants to let go. Even when the movie comes to an end, the lights in the theatre turn on and everyone starts getting out of their seats, their hands stay intertwined.

“Okay, turn right at the next street.”

“No, the one after that.”

“There’s like this big tree, remember? That’s the one.”

“You missed the turn off.”

“Has anyone ever told you, you’re really bad at giving directions?” Sunoo laughs, as he does yet another u-turn. “Why do you think I’m usually the one driving? I don’t give directions, I take them.” Y/n grumbles. “We’re going to your house, Y/n. Surely, you know how to get there.” Sunoo laughs. “I’ve never been this way so I don’t know the names of anything.” Y/n argues. “Babe… use google maps.”

With an exaggerated sigh, Y/n finally pulls out their phone and types their address into google maps. “There, since I’m clearly no help.” Y/n pouts, shoving their phone on the dashboard. Sunoo can’t help but smile affectionately as he watches Y/n sulk. He reaches over to playfully pull at their cheek, causing them to swat his hand away. “You’re so cute.” Sunoo coos, laughing at the way Y/n’s face immediately turns a dark shade of pink. They mumble a quiet shut up reaching forward to link their hands with one of his, once again.

By the time Sunoo pulls up outside of Y/n’s house, they’re no longer sulking. Sunoo puts the car in park, taking off his seatbelt before turning to Y/n with a smile. “I had a really nice time tonight.” He says, reaching forward to take hold of Y/n’s hands. “Me too.” Y/n smiles. “And I’d like to do this more… a lot more.” Sunoo says. “Me too.” Y/n laughs, feeling overwhelmed with the amount of affection they feel towards the boy in front of them.

“Can I be your boyfriend, Y/n?”

Time in the car seems to stop just as those words left Sunoo’s lips. Kim Sunoo… as Y/n’s boyfriend? Months ago, Y/n would’ve thought that to be one of the worst things to happen to them. A form of torture… they’d probably say. But now… as they sit in Sunoo’s car, their hands intertwined with his, after one of the best first dates they’ve ever been on… they can think of nothing they want more.

Well… maybe they can think of one thing they want more. As their eyes flicker down to Sunoo’s lips, Y/n can’t help the overwhelming thoughts of how they would feel pressed against their own. Sunoo seems to notice, with the way the corners of his mouth turn up into a slight smirk. Is he licking his lips subconsciously? Or is he trying to drive Y/n even crazier than they already feel?

Y/n realises they haven’t answered Sunoo’s question. With their mind racing a mile a minute, they don’t even know what to say. Y/n’s brain flashes back to what Sunoo said earlier in the night… You don’t have to say anything.

Y/n decides to communicate their thoughts through their actions, not trusting their brain or voice to formulate a better response. With a simple nod of the head, Y/n slowly leans in, their eyes fluttering closed as they finally feel Sunoo’s plush lips against their own.

Y/n hasn’t kissed enough people to know what makes the perfect kiss but they reckon this one comes pretty close. They were never one for cliches, but the sparks, the butterflies, everything’s there. Everything’s right.

Maybe Intak was right (this seems to be a pattern recently.) As their lips dance together, Y/n can’t help but think that nothing with Sunoo could go wrong. They know it’s unrealistic, that all good relationships run into problems along the way, but that’s for future Y/n and future Sunoo to worry about. Right now, they can just relax in their ignorant bliss.

THE END

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thesafecafe · 2 years ago

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Cry Baby: Feb Filth Fest, Day 5

CW+ Disclaimer: 18+, MDNI, dacryphilia, slow sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up), edging, dumbification(?), choking, teasing, pet names, slight degradation, fem! reader, (Hongjoong is merciless in this), begging, smut under the cut, enjoy! Disclaimer: I do not believe that the members of Ateez would act in this way in real life, nor is this meant to be a reflection or guide to their real personalities. This is a fictional depiction for entertainment purposes.

Words: 410 (it’s short, sorry).

You played with fire, and you shouldn’t have. You should’ve known better than to challenge your boyfriend, Hongjoong, one of the most competitive men you’d ever known. He was known for his competitive streak, but also for his tenacity and stamina in the face of any challenge. He would always win, no matter what, and your challenge was no different. So here you were, in your third position within two hours, mentally slapping yourself.

Hongjoong had his hand wrapped around your throat, as he slowly pounded into you from behind, your back pressed against his chest. His free hand toyed with your clit, and his lips were on your neck, marking it. He had been making love to you for hours. You’d lost count of how long you’d been at it, but still it wasn’t enough for him yet. “Hongjoong, please- ‘s too much!” You cry out as his fingers speed up on your clit, yet another orgasm having you seeing stars.

Hongjoong lifted his head from your neck, moving them close to your ear. “Aww, but didn’t you say you could take it, baby doll? That you could last for hours? What did you say in that text?” Removing his hand from your neck, he picked his phone up off of the nightstand, quickly finding his messages. Pulling his arm in front of your face, he showed you the messages. “Ah, that’s right. You could tire me out faster than practice could, right?” You shook your head, your eyes welling up with tears.

“No? But you were the one who texted me baby. Is my baby doll too dumb to remember? Too fucked out?” He delivered a particularly hard thrust for emphasis. An almost guttural sob had Hongjoong pause, turning your face towards him. Tears were falling down your face, and yet, moans were spilling from your lips, begging him not to stop now. He chuckled darkly, bringing his face to yours, licking away your tears. “Aww, poor dumb cry baby. You can’t decide what you want huh? Need Sir to decide for you hmm?” Hongjoong flipped you over so that you were on your back and he was on top of you. Grabbing your throat once more in his hand, he squeezed, truly restricting your air flow now. He slid back into you with ease, his torturously slow pace from before returning. “That’s okay baby, I’ll say when we’re done, and I’m not nearly finished with you yet.”

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wooyoungisbaby · 7 months ago

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ATEEZ This or That game ùwú

first choice, second and third choices if applicable. if i've left smth blank it simply means i don't have strong feelings on the matter xox

Albums

Main series || Treasure · Zero: Fever · The World · Golden Hour

Treasure series || All to Zero · Zero to One · One to All · All to Action · Action to Answer

Fever series || Part 1 · Part 2 · Part 3 · Epilogue

The World series || Movement · Outlaw · Fin: Will

Japanese releases || Shift the Map · Map to Answer · Into the A to Z · Beyond: Zero || Dreamers · Limitless || Paradigm · Not Okay

Other releases || Season Songs · Let's get Together || Kingdom: Who is the King · Don't Stop · Spinoff: From The Witness

Songs

Vibes

Bright || Eternal Sunshine · Wave || Illusion · Aurora || If Without You · Time of Love || Dreamers · Dreamy Day || Celebrate · Light || Stay · Blue Summer

Simply epic || HalaHala · Say My Name || Answer · Wonderland || Treasure · Fireworks

Resistance™ || Guerilla · Halazia (screaming crying etc) || Cyberpunk · Wake Up || Outlaw · New World · This World

B) fun times || Crazy Form · The Real · Thanxx || Bouncy · Work

Swag tbch || Matz · Pirate King || The Leaders · Win · Rocky || To The Beat · Emergency || Django · Arriba || Blind · Shaboom

Yearning || Be With You · Utopia · Take Me Home (sobbing!!!!!) || Mist · Turbulence || Dazzling Light · Silver Light (;A;) || Empty Box · Not Too Late

Frenzied || Inception · HalaHala || Desire · Precious · Horizon || Siren · Not Okay

Hopeful, optimistic || Sunrise · My Way || Better · Still Here || Not Too Late · One Day at a Time (i am in pain choosing this) || Good Lil Boy · Let's Get Together · Limitless

Genres (idk shit about genres, i got help from here)

Moombathon || Wave · Dreamers || Let's Get Together · Promise · Stay

Ballad || Be With You · Everything || Not Too Late · Star 1117

Synth || Cyberpunk · Take Me Home (aaaaaA) || Silver Light · This World · Diamond

Rock || Guerilla · Rocky || Wake Up · Dancing Like Butterfly Wings

Various types of hip-hop || Illusion · My Way · Thanxx || Outlaw · Emergency || Django · The Leaders

Double title tracks on the same albums

Pirate King · Treasure || Illusion · Wave || Thanxx · Inception || Eternal Sunshine · Deja Vu (literally why am i doing this to myself wtf) || Turbulence · The Real

Units and solos

Unit songs || Matz · IT's You || Everything · Youth

Mingi songs || Untitled · Tunnel

Jongho songs || Wind · Gravity || A Day · A Fairytale of Youth

Seonghwa covers || At My Worst · Angel Baby Yeosang covers || Hug Me · To My Puberty

Hongjoong covers + song || Space Oddity · Starman || Black or White · Purple Rain · Billie Jean || Numb · Lemon Tree || So Long Time · Draw & Draw || Last Christmas · Cupid · A Walker

Other covers || それがあなたの幸せとしても (YH) · Etham 12:45 (WY) || Dear Name (CS, JH) · Breathe (CS)

Choreography

Bouncy · Say My Name || Thanxx · Work (i think??) || The Real · Crazy Form || Wave · Eternal Sunshine || Aurora · Illusion || Inception · Deja Vu || Answer · Wonderland · Fireworks || Halazia · Guerilla ( :(((( ) || Treasure · Pirate King || Be My Lover · Black Cat Nero || Rocky · Limitless || Not Okay · Paradigm || IT's You · Youth || HalaHala · Cyberpunk (im kms by the way) || Silver Light · Utopia || Django · Arriba · Outlaw || Good Lil Boy · Dancing Like Butterfly Wings || Horizon · Sector 1 · Desire

MVs

Pirate King · Treasure || Illusion · Eternal Sunshine (crying. tbh) || Deja Vu · Inception || Answer · Say My Name (once again i am kms) || Bouncy · Work || IT's You · Youth || The Real · Crazy Form · Thanxx || Guerilla · Halazia (im dying squirtle.) || Wonderland · Fireworks || Wave · Turbulence || Hala Hala · Don't Stop || Aurora · Promise || Rocky · Limitless || Paradigm · Not Okay || Dreamers · Utopia || Black Cat Nero · Be My Lover

Eras

disclaimer: a lot of this is based on their haircolours and official photoshoots, as i wasn't in the fandom for most of these

Put the members' names by your favourite eras for them :) Pirate King [] · Say My Name [HJ] · Wave [YH] · Wonderland [WY3, YH2] · Answer [WY2, CS2] · Inception [JH] · Fireworks [CS] · Deja Vu [] · The Real [SH3] · Turbulence [] · Guerilla [SH, HJ2, YS3] · Halazia [YS, MG, WY] · Bouncy [YS2] · Crazy Form [] · Work [SH2]

Who owned each era? (answers in order with the "winner" first) Pirate King [WY, HJ] · Say My Name [HJ, MG, CS] · Wave [YH] · Wonderland [YH, SH, MG] · Answer [CS, WY, SH] · Inception [uh probably SH??] · Fireworks [CS, WY, SH] · Deja Vu [SH, WY] · The Real [MG and YS i think?] · Turbulence [SH] · Guerilla [SH and HJ joined custody, CS] · Halazia [YS, SH] · Bouncy [HJ] · Crazy Form [idk genuinely they all ate] · Work [HJ, SH]

The Lads™

Bias || Seonghwa · Hongjoong · Yunho · Yeosang · San · Mingi · Wooyoung · Jongho

Dancer || Seonghwa · Hongjoong · Yunho · Yeosang · San · Mingi · Wooyoung · Jongho (incredible. there are tears streaming down my face. it's wild to see this put on paper bc i adore hj and jh's dancing and i love to see it)

Vocalist || Seonghwa · Yunho · Yeosang · San · Wooyoung · Jongho · (Hongjoong · Mingi) (ejecting myself into the stratosphere. goodbye)

Stage presence/performance || Seonghwa · Hongjoong · Yunho · Yeosang · San · Mingi · Wooyoung · Jongho

Rapper || Mingi · Hongjoong · (Seonghwa · Yeosang · Yunho) (this was SO hard to pick but Hongjoong is just such a funky little guy so i ended up putting him in the #1 spot)

Main ships/duos || Matz · Woosan || Yungi · Jongsang

Other popular dynamics || Woojoong · Woohwa || Seongsang · Sanhwa (i am Crying) || Sansang · Woosang · Woosansang

Styling

hair unless otherwise specified

Hongjoong Mullet · Oreo || Blue · Orange || White · Red · Soft pink || Fireworks · Grey w/ bangs and eyebrow fun · Rainbow || Cheetah · White bowl cut

Seonghwa Pink · Blond || Sidecut w/ shaved design · Long (wailing loudly into the sky) || Red · Grey || Kingderland coat · Deja Vu zipper outfit || Vampire corset · Elle dress

Wooyoung Oreo · Red (crying & throwing up) || Blue tinted · Blond || Pale purple · Dark blond || Hair band · Fur jacket

Jongho Red/Black · Dirty blond · Purple

Mingi Orange · Red || Hot pink · White || Grey · Oreo

San Black with turquoise · Black with red || Oreo · Pink (T_T) || Red · Blue

Yeosang Mullet · Green highlighter || Pale pink · Hot pink || Blond · Oreo

Yunho Turquoise · Soft pink (i am. in pain) || Blond ombre · Red/Black || White · Silver

Kingdom performances

Symphony No. 9 · Answer: Ode To Joy || Wave: Overture · Rhythm Ta · The Real || Colours · Wolf · Love Poem (i have no thoughts<3)

Conclusion: i am in pain. this was so difficult and i chose to do it to myself wtf<3 i am cancelt.

tagging: @hongjoongsgoat @sillyspero @igbylicious @leethinktherefore @sxcret-garden @ubernoona @hwakakeri @baldyeosang @desirehorizon @irlkpop @coffee-addict-kitten @wooyoungbites @sourkimchi @thetypingpup @halavibe @beenbaanbuun @haahka @shinestarhwaa as always no pressure ofc :)) im just promoting my game directly into your mentions lmfao

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sanccharine · 2 years ago

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02 | the trajectory of a bread roll

hogwarts au

pairing: hufflepuff!tzuyu x slytherin!reader genre: fluff, slice of life word count: 5.1k

warnings: brief mentions of injury, implied bad parents

summary: whether on the field or during class, you never shied away from trouble. and in your sixth year, trouble seemed to follow you like a shadow, though you couldn’t complain. especially when that series of misfortunes led you to the transfiguration prodigy, chou tzuyu. includes: red velvet’s yeri, ateez’s san, viviz’s sinb and some original characters

status: ongoing a/n: sorry for taking forever HDSJKADG

masterlist | chapter 1 | chapter 3

It was difficult to tear away your gaze from the ceiling, bewitched to mimic the evening skies. A moving picture of midnight blues littered with constellations you seldom saw. Underneath them, levitating candles emitted a warm glow over the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

Four enormous tables, representing the school’s four houses, accommodated the returning students. From their thrumming chatter, it was clear how thrilled they were to begin another year. Even you couldn't ignore the excitement.

The sensation was strange.

This castle was your home away from home for the last five years. Graded assignments and boring professors aside, you found comfort here. Made lasting friends and memories you could laugh at when looking back. You only have two more years left.

When you looked away from the ceiling, you found Yeri's gaze. Her head tilted with a question ready on her lips, but you shook your head, not hiding your smile. After confirming that you were alright, Yeri's smile appeared. With one last wink at you, her attention returned elsewhere.

Whereas you brought your attention to the empty plate in front of you. The mere thought of food had given way to hunger. Picking up the fork, you began fiddling with it as you wished for dinner into existence. Unfortunately, you had to wait. Before you could stuff your face, the first-year students must get sorted into their houses. The event occurs every year, yet only gets more aggravating each time.

To divert yourself, you opted to observe the conversation happening across the table.

A young boy chatted animatedly, he had to be in his second or third year, his name slipped your mind. Small talk was never to your liking, and even if it was, you wouldn't be able to keep up with his speed. But Yeri seemed to have no trouble at all. She paid rapt attention, only chiming in when appropriate, the ends of her lips twitching up.

To see your best friend so cooperative and accommodating was a peculiar sight. Your friendship had long crossed the initial stages and your time at Hogwarts only reinforced that, words weren't even needed anymore. The only time the two of you ever shared words was in the dead of the night… or when you were quarrelling on the field.

So yes, this was a welcome sight. Yeri was something of a role model to the juniors and she took that title with pride. Of course, sensing that you complimented her, Yeri caught your stare. She observed the expression on your face, looked down at the empty plate, then the fork in your hand, and then back to you. She smirked at your pitiful state before looking away.

You would have thrown your fork at her but a hand on your shoulder stopped you. The owner pushed themselves onto the seat to your left.

“Good, first years haven’t arrived yet,” San made himself comfortable and greeted the familiar faces he couldn’t see on the train.

Normally, you wouldn’t tolerate the shoving. But all complaints disappeared when San shot you his winning smile.

“Where were you?” you asked as you shuffled down to allow him some space.

“Wanted to take my new Nimbus up myself,” San said, pointedly looking at you and Yeri. “Can’t have anyone breaking it before our first match?”

You let out an exaggerated gasp with your hand placed on your chest as Yeri spoke on your behalf. “We would never ever, ever, do something like that.”

San only rolled his eyes before jumping straight into conversation with someone else. Empty plates and your close friends were a complete bust, so you turned to your right.

San's comment from earlier returned to you.

Eunbi, with a deep scowl on her face, hunched over the table. As she shuffled around parchment, strands of midnight black hair fell in her eyes. Though, they didn't stop her from squinting at her scribbles. The only sign of her title was the crooked head girl badge on her dishevelled robe.

As San said, juggling so many responsibilities could not be easy, even for a diligent student like her. Eunbi was an intimidating presence. She is tireless in her work, without her, your team would be in shambles. Which is why it was all the more disheartening to see her so stressed.

Sighing, you found it in yourself to drop your fork and rubbed circles against her back. At your touch, Eunbi folded forward and let her face hit the parchment. Yeri winced at the sorrowful image and leaned over the table. You shuffled closer to comfort your captain, wrapping both your arms around her.

Eunbi, however, was a step ahead of you.

“Can you become captain this year?” You hadn’t even seen her turn, yet Eunbi's round nose pressed into yours, the manic look clear in her eyes.

"Hell no!” Without missing a beat, you yelled at the top of your lungs.

Unsurprisingly, so had Yeri.

You sent your supposed best friend a withering look to which she returned a one-sided shrug with a ghost of a smirk. The commotion caught the attention of a few Slytherins down the table. They witnessed the pride and joy of their house spiral on the first day back. An exaggerated groan left Eunbi’s mouth as she pressed her palms to her temples.

“You cannot resign as team captain—”

Eunbi's groan only increased in volume to drown you out.

“—especially in your last year,” you finished, a little dejected.

“Well, I can’t resign as head girl, can I?” Eunbi sneered at her plate, but you had a feeling it was aimed at your obvious comment. She sighed when the doors to the Great Hall opened.

A line of first years, bright and eager, followed the head of Gryffindor. No doubt terrified as well as curious at their mystical new surroundings. Someone a few seats behind you huffed an exasperated ‘finally!’ and you had to second the message. The sooner the sorting takes place, the sooner you’d have food in your grumbling stomach.

Returning students fell silent as the newcomers scuffled around a decayed stool. You tapped your foot as you saw the sorting hat twitch and come to life for the sixth time. It shuddered a few times and then sang a song describing the four houses.

It was more interesting to observe the gaping first years.

You smiled at those who gawked and pointed with wonder, muggle-borns. Others remained less starstruck or at least attempted to look that way. They still gasped and flinched at times. When the song ended, the Great Hall filled with thunderous claps and hollers.

Stoic as ever, Professor Lee waited a moment before she pulled out a long roll of parchment. The thing fell down the steps and stroked the floor.

You sighed to yourself, a bit theatrically even by your standard.

Unfortunately, in the hushed Great Hall, your disdain had caught Lee’s attention. She sent you a scathing glare which you shrank under. Yeri snorted while chuckles erupted amongst all the houses. Glad to suffer for the entertainment of others, you shrugged with a smile. Ignoring the distraction, the professor announced the first name. A petite young girl headed up the stairs with caution, her eyes never leaving the hat. Lee comforted the girl as she took her seat and placed the hat on her head.

Perhaps you lied a little bit when you mentioned that sorting was irritating. The anticipation of the sorting, especially the first one, you always found exhilarating.

“Hufflepuff,” yelled the hat. First years seemed to shoot a meter into the air at the sound and you had to suppress the laughter bubbling in you. You clapped as you watched the new Hufflepuff head over to her table where she was welcomed warmly.

A good number of first-years found their houses, yet none of them were Slytherin. Curious, you sat up higher and tried to leer over the Ravenclaw table. There were still a good amount of students left to be sorted, you doubted most of them would be in your house. As you lowered yourself back onto your seat, you saw a slender boy with fluffy brown hair seat himself on the chair.

“Slytherin!”

You could barely hear the end of the name because your table burst in delight. The pent-up tension was released as Slytherins welcomed the boy boisterously. Eunbi grinned as she fixed her hair and clothes in a hurry. Completely forgetting her mess of parchment, she waved over the boy. He made his way over, his hands toying with something as he looked at the faces grinning at him. The next girl took her seat atop the stool.

Pushing San to the left, you made room for the boy. Now that he was closer, you could see his round face with faint freckles across his nose. Though he fidgeted with something in his hands, he smiled up at everyone.

“Welcome to Hogwarts!” you said as a greeting, having completely missed his name when it was announced.

“Welcome to Slytherin, Ahn Minwoo,” so that was his name. Eunbi smiled as she corrected his collar without thinking. “Welcome to your new family.”

“You've joined the best house, Minwoo! I’m Yeri,” she smiled and leaned over the table with her fist raised. As he joined her with his fist, Slytherin was called again.

Once more, the table erupted.

Before they could welcome the girl that walked over, another student joined Slytherin. To call your table rowdy would be accurate and a major understatement.

Quickly, the rest of the first years were sorted and settled down before Headmistress Boa rose to her feet. “Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! I’m sure we’ve all been anxiously waiting for our banquet,” she paused for a moment, looking over everyone. “So let’s not wait any longer, enjoy!”

Growing up as a pureblood, magic was no foreigner to you. Yet, every year, you’re astonished as dishes are filled instantly.

Fighting against the urge to seize all of it for yourself, you nudged the wide-eyed boy next to you. When Minwoo didn’t move, you took it upon yourself to drop some food onto his plate. You nudged him once again and he nodded his thanks before digging into his meal.

Smiling at him, you decided to finally appease your long grumbling stomach.

“You’re Ahn Minwoo, right?” A voice asked, clear as crystal even amongst the chatter.

When you looked up from your food, you found a young girl staring back at you. Her hair was as dark and depthless as the night as it fell on the sides of her face. If you didn't catch her ears peeking through her curtain of hair, you would've doubted it was hair at all. The young girl offered a polite smile, which you returned. She turned her attention back to Minwoo and placed her fork down as she waited for him to answer.

Minwoo watched the girl with great intent, no doubt taking time to register the question. After a quick glance at you, he nodded and the girl brightened.

“Well, I’m Jooyeon.” She leaned over the table with a hand outstretched. “Lee Jooyeon, nice to meet you.”

“Oh, nice to meet you too,” Minwoo rushed to meet her hand and shook it with enthusiasm.

You couldn’t help but turn to Yeri.

Her gaze was on the pair of first years, unable to hide her smile. Then your best friend caught your eye, and her smile widened. That alone was enough to take you back to your first year. Your meeting had been something similar. It was Yeri who had found you on the train, all alone in a cabin and frozen to your seat. You watched your parents leave early, not bothered to wait and see you depart. It was Yeri, who introduced herself, proclaiming that the two of you would be best friends. Being sheltered for most of your life, you were more than happy to finally befriend her. And the rest was history.

The conversation had moved along. Eunbi managed to introduce herself and the house prefects to other new students. All their eyes glittered as they ate and chatted, it was a heartwarming sight.

“Let’s all be friends,” Jooyeon said with a smile, her hands clasped together.

It was obvious. She’d be the head girl in her seventh year.

“Guess she did your job for you?” You said with a grin. Eunbi without even turning smacked the upside of your head. Minwoo looked up with concern but you only winked in response.

As everything settled, Yeri finally addressed the distressing matter at hand.

“Are you really considering resigning as Captain?”

Eunbi let out a deep sigh. She took a moment to wipe her mouth with a napkin before she looked at Yeri. “I don’t know."

That's not a common answer from Eunbi.

"No, I know. I want to be captain. I want to play this year and I want to win the house cup again."

There was the Eunbi you knew.

Before you could celebrate the small victory, she continued.

"But the team will suffer with me being absent-minded. I don’t want that," she said with another sigh. "My last year is important."

That final sentence was concerning. Eunbi's eyes glazed over yet they still darted around the table and across faces, a mile a minute. What was she planning?

Though you should've been paying attention to someone else's sinister plan.

“Y/N is planning on resigning as well.”

Your best friend set off a bomb and time ticked away in slow motion. An explosion was about to erupt, one you haven't prepared for in no shape whatsoever. The older students surrounding you fell to silence. San stiffened beside you. Minwoo stopped his scraping, his eyes turning to yours for reassurance but your gaze was fixated on your best friend.

You expected Yeri to be wearing a cheshire smile, teeth bared and pointy. Perhaps drinking from her goblet as she overlooked a disaster of unforeseen measure. Using your misery as entertainment as best friends do.

Instead, Yeri's eyes were downcast. Hiding from you, or anyone else for that matter. You have never seen your best friend so timid.

"You're not playing Quidditch this year?" Eunbi asked, her voice stilted, devoid of emotion.

You had no answer.

"What's Quidditch—?"

"You didn't tell me?" Eunbi's voice wavered and you panicked.

"Wait, listen, I didn't—!"

"You didn't tell me."

It was a statement.

A fact.

And it was stated as such.

In the second you floundered to explain yourself, Eunbi had composed herself again. "Minwoo, Quidditch is a magical sport... "

You had to fix this.

"I passed Transfiguration," Eunbi stopped explaining to Minwoo.

It was no secret that you had dismal grades, you were not an academic. It was no secret that you struggled with Transfiguration in particular. And it was no secret how your parents punished you for it.

Amongst Slytherins, this was a cautionary tale. To those unsuspecting, this was harmless gossip.

"I'm taking it this year," you stated. "My parents—I don't know how I managed it, but I am taking it—"

"Alright," Eunbi stopped you as her hand came to rest over yours.

In your hands, there was a bread roll. You don't remember picking it up. You don't remember decimating it either. Only a small clump remained in your palm, the rest of the crumbs covered your plate.

A light shove broke you out of your daze. "I'll share my notes with you, we can suffer Lee's wrath together," San offered you a small smile, it was hard not to return it.

Sound filtered in and chatter resumed, Eunbi turned her attention to Minwoo again. You finally looked at Yeri.

She was wearing a despondent look. Sorrowful frowns seemed abnormal on her face. Uncomfortable seeing her in such a state, you chucked the bread roll at her, or at least what was remaining of it. Kim Yerim, the beater with unmatched reflexes, caught it before looking up. And when she did, you offered her a warm smile, hoping that it conveys that you were alright.

After all, this interaction would've gone this way regardless of her meddling. She only sped it up for you. Perhaps, it would've gone worse if it weren't for your best friend.

Yeri rolled her eyes at you, her smile returning. Her eyebrows furrowed as she studied the battered chunk in her hands.

"I think you'll be fine with Transfiguration," a voice you knew all too well said in a sing-song manner. "After all, isn't Chou Tzuyu your girlfriend?"

And like that, everything was truly back to normal. You couldn't catch a break today.

Yeri snickered as you shuffled around to stare at the back of your agitator. A mop of unruly bleached blonde hair was what you noticed first. You often wondered how her hair wasn't burnt to a crisp.

"Missed you on the train, Chaeyoung," you said, mimicking her sing-song tone.

Son Chaeyoung hummed as she turned around. Her blue and bronze tie was undone around her upturned collar. She was a petite thing, which is what made her a deadly seeker. For the last five years, you had a strange friendship built on unspoken rivalry.

You really are surprised that she didn't stop by your cabin.

"I didn't miss you though, you were sleeping. Out like a light, passed out, gone," she said with an innocent smile. "Just so you know, you snore, like a lot. Super loud, too. Couldn't even hear the train whistle—"

Yeah, that was enough of her.

Hand already searching, you grabbed the nearest bread roll and threw it straight for her.

Or so you thought.

The quick Ravenclaw, however, moved deftly to the right to allow the bread roll to pass. Still going strong, it soared over Kang Yeosang's head. He ducked just in time and pressed his nose further into the book he was reading. It was an impressive dodge. Though the fact that he stirred the air beside his soup bowl undermined the manoeuvre.

Having passed the Ravenclaws, you watched in horror as your bread roll hit the back of a Hufflepuff.

Perfect posture. Russet brown hair. Prefect badge.

Chou Tzuyu.

You really couldn't catch a break today.

She looked over her shoulder and there it was again, that flash of coldness. Completely devoid of any feeling. It was unsettling.

Tzuyu remained still, taking you in, head to toe. Then, with a blink, the coldness dissipated. Not sure what else to do, you raised your hand in an awkward wave. She reciprocated.

"Y/N L/N,” she mouthed, a small smile present on her face. All you could do was nod and point to yourself, because yes, you were Y/N L/N.

You were about to mouth her name back, keeping up tradition, when a round face blocked your vision.

"Are you done flirting?" Chaeyoung asked and you rolled your eyes. You stood up to peer over her to get one last look at Tzuyu, but Chaeyoung followed, intent on tormenting you. All you caught was Tzuyu chuckling to herself before you sat back down.

Chaeyoung stuck out her tongue as she fell into her seat with you. Before you could say something smart, Eunbi's voice called out.

"Are you both done?"

Both you and Chaeyoung stiffened all the same. You'll have to save your banter for classes, or better yet, the field. With a two-fingered salute, Chaeyoung turned back to her respective table, as did you.

“So? No captain? No beater?” Eunbi asked, her voice steady. Then she looked up at you, her gaze expectant. "You're not playing, right?"

You didn't get a chance to answer.

Instead, that whining voice returned.

Much like a ringing, it resonated and diluted every other sound in the room. “I can take Y/N’s place as a beater. You know it, Captain!”

Yeri glanced at you, lips pulled into a sneer, no doubt mirroring the look that was on your face. San made no effort to hide his discontent either as he pushed around the remaining dregs of his food.

“We’ll see, Hyukwoo,” was all Eunbi said. Her tone was inflectionless as her eyes bore into your side, unmoving.

Shin Hyukwoo had his sights on a position on the team since the first year. To word it better, he believed it was his right to be on the school team. Simply because his father had, and so had his grandfather, and his great-grandfather. Being a pureblood, he thought he was guaranteed a position. However, he wasn’t special, most Slytherins happened to be purebloods. Most of your teammates, you and San included, happened to be purebloods. The only difference between your team and Hyukwoo; your team played the sport well.

When you and Yeri joined the team as substitutes in your first year, he was livid. He broke a training broom.

When you and Yeri played as beaters in your second year, he jinxed you. You broke your wrist, Yeri broke his nose. You’ve never seen her that angry. Your parents heard of your accident, they weren’t happy.

When Eunbi was appointed captain in her fourth year, he mocked her. That time, you broke his nose. Your parents threatened to pull you out of Hogwarts.

When Eunbi denied him a position during the next year, he threatened to destroy her family. Eunbi laughed.

And when Shin Hyukwoo tried out last year, he was added to the list of substitutes. He played one match.

His act hadn’t changed, but he was clever about how he behaved on the field. Throughout the Quidditch season last year, you and Yeri were on high alert. Waiting for the moment he slipped up, so you could break his nose again. He never gave you the chance.

His desperation might’ve been comical since his efforts were always futile. Though knowing his character, a danger always lurked with a person such as him. If his comment on the train meant anything, this year wouldn’t be easy.

Eunbi stared into her soup, her fingers twitched as she planned. “We’ll see at tryouts,” she paused for a moment. “All positions open, everyone at try-outs.”

San sputtered beside you. Eunbi only nodded to herself.

“What exactly are you planning?” you whispered.

Eunbi took a deep breath before looking at you. “Just trust me.”

Whatever state you’d caught her in at the start of the dinner, vanished. Her lips were pursed tight with no light in her eyes, it was a mask of apathy, only ever seen on the field. That expressionless face resulted in her being the centre of many rumours and criticisms. But you’ve known her long enough to not question it, besides, she's never led you astray so far.

“Okay,” was all you said and Eunbi offered a small smile.

It was late, sometime past midnight. Late enough that even the most nocturnal of Slytherins had turned in for bed. You couldn’t sleep at all.

Large windows overseeing the lake allowed in filtered moonlight. The silver beams were the only source of light in the shadowy dungeon that was the Slytherin common room. From time to time, strange shapes would slither past, obstructing the limited light. It used to startle you, especially when the creatures stuck to the window and peered into the common room. Now, you’ve become accustomed to it.

With the faint sound of moving water filling in for the crushing silence, you polished your broomstick. It was no Nimbus. And yes, the tail twigs were dwindling. And yes, the wood was splintered. And yes, over the years, grime and dirt collected near the end. But you cherished this broom, treasured it.

It was your third year and when the Christmas holidays came along, you were in one of the worst slumps. No broomstick, no friends that stayed behind, and no presents from your parents.

Then this broom arrived in the mail with a note attached: You can’t play Quidditch without a broom. Love, the better beater, Yeri.

The corners of your lips twitched up as the memory returned. You traced a carving of your initials, etched deep into the wood and darkened with time. You couldn’t think of another gift that meant so much to you.

Your moment was cut short when the dungeon door opened. You didn’t have to look up to recognize the quick footfalls that echoed.

“Patrol duty?” you asked as you pruned the tail twigs.

“No, just to clear my head,” your captain said without missing a beat. You scoffed at her answer, it didn’t sound like she cleared much. “Also if you’re going to practice, take Jeongyeon’s lakeside tunnel. No one is patrolling there tonight and don’t forget to seal—”

Eunbi stopped. Her words as well as her steps.

When you looked up, she was standing in the middle of the common room, exactly to your right. Under the silver wash, her sullen expression was striking. With all the deep shadows and highlights, she looked like a painting. Her frown deepened, and another crease added onto her forehead with every passing second. Even from a meter away, you could hear the wood creak under her grip. You wouldn’t be surprised if her broom snapped in half.

“Are you seriously not playing this year?”

You didn’t answer.

“Why did you bring your broom if you’re not playing?” Eunbi asked again, losing patience.

“You know my parents would throw it out if I left it behind,” you answered. Your thumb passed over the grooves of your initials again.

“Do you remember what I said after we won our first match together?”

The question stumped you, why did that matter? But the answer was on your lips.

“I’m going to join the national team, I’ll be the—”

“—best seeker at the world cup,” Eunbi finished and scoffed, sardonic. “And what did you say?”

“Then,” you didn’t want to repeat your words but Eunbi won’t finish them for you this time. “I’ll be the best beater at the world cup.”

The words left a sour taste in your mouth.

You were in your second year when you said that, Eunbi in her third. You’d made the house team that year, actually part of a team and not just a benched substitute. To a twelve-year-old, the only logical next step was the national team. Then playing at the International World Cup. You were optimistic.

Then playing the sport and not injuring yourself was your sole worry. Not grades, not future careers, and not parents—

Eunbi sighed, her shoulders drooping as she observed her broomstick. “Now look at us.”

“Eunbi, listen—”

“I was scouted over the summer. By the national team, that is,” your captain confessed, stunning you to silence. “They wanted me to join right away but I asked them to give me one more year. For some time to think, to breathe, to finish my studies, to win the house cup one last time… to play with our team one last time.”

If her voice weren’t so broken, so exhausted, you would’ve joked that emotional manipulation won’t work on you this time. Instead, you waited for her to finish.

“Your parents—” Eunbi bit her lip as she backtracked. Her grimace returned for a second. “You can’t play or you don’t want to play, which is it?”

Again, you didn’t answer.

Eunbi studied you. In her eyes, you must look just as hollow as she did to you. Both of you painted in shades of grey and blue, jaded by the uncertain future, your only lifeline: the brooms you clutched in your hands so dearly.

“If you choose not to play this year… then, I respect that decision,” Eunbi nodded, a solemn look on her face. “I don’t care about anything or anyone else. If you say no, I will understand.”

With that, Eunbi continued down her path, the same frown from before returning. You didn’t look back as she climbed up the stairs to the dorms. Then, once again, her steps stopped.

“What subjects are you doing?”

A little startled by the question, you took a moment to answer. “Potions, Defence Against Dark Arts, Charms, Care of Magical Creatures and… Transfiguration.”

Eunbi only hummed in response. “I want both of you at breakfast tomorrow, don’t be late.”

Both?

You turned only to witness Yeri as she pressed against the door frame to let Eunbi pass.

“How long have you been listening?” Yeri shrugged as she skipped down the steps.

“Since patrol duty,” your best friend launched herself onto the couch facing you. Her legs automatically come to rest above the armrests. “You couldn’t sleep too?”

You would’ve answered her question had it not been for the projectile that landed right on your lap, behind your broom. It was a small pentagonal box and it instantly put a smile on your face.

“Just how many of these did you get?” you asked as you opened the package, ready to capture the chocolate frog before it could leap away.

“Just enough, you were too busy snoring to get anything on the train,” you narrowed your eyes at Yeri but all she did was shrug. “Besides, San and I had to blow all our money on something.”

“You guys shouldn’t have—”

“We wanted to,” Yeri said with a practised tone, nonchalant. But it was too quick, you didn’t press further. “Come on, who did you get?”

With the chocolate frog in one hand, you turned over the collectable with a nod. “Headmistress Boa, cool.”

“Hmm, me too,” Yeri said, her voice all garbled from stuffing the whole frog in her mouth.

A silence enveloped the two of you, growing and encompassing the empty common room.

There was something left unsaid.

“I’ll say what Eunbi didn’t,” Yeri started and you braced yourself.

In a lot of ways, Yeri was a Slytherin in the more traditional sense. She calculated her every step. Explored every outcome in her mind before settling for the most beneficial. She was cunning, as Slytherins are said to be, the problem lies with her disposition. She pretends to be the opposite, always donning a mask. Constructed with care and kept like a secret. But once she’s set her mind on something, she doesn’t move until she has her way. And her words often cut like a knife.

“Your parents don’t matter, they don’t make choices for you,” she said as her fingers fidgeted with the collectable. “I don’t have to list the things they have and haven’t done, you’ve lived through them. They don’t matter.”

Your fingers returned to your initials. The feeling of the grooves placated you because you knew what question was coming next.

“So are you playing this year?”

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