#binus for them being the same age as me

[thisuserdead]

Every time I remember Neil and Jean are the same age I get whiplash.

[starry-kfics]

picking flowers [sanha]

word count: 15.1k (get some snacks and get comfy)

warnings: mentions of suicide, mentions of bullying, minor depression (no main characters attempt or talk of suicide; no explicit mention of bullying)

author: mel

request: HEY can you do a HS au with Sanha where his crush -and classmate- looks like a cold girl but when she’s with her friend she’s like really funny person and he falls in love with her day by day… i don’t know its clear or not. I think i messed up 😂😂

extra info: kinda angst, mostly fluff. angsty fluff? fluffy angst?? also, i majorly condensed the ages in astro (mj and jinjin are in the same grade, bin and eunwoo in the grade below them, and rocky, sanha, and the reader in the grade below binu)

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To say that you were a good student was a bit of a stretch. It wasn’t that you were failing all your classes, you were just never one to get straight A’s all the time. You wouldn’t need Algebra for what you wanted to do.

And, to say that you were popular was also a bit of a stretch. It wasn’t that you were a hermit with no friends, you just didn’t get along with everybody. You didn’t need to be friends with a bunch of people.

Yoon Sanha, on the other hand, was a mystery to you. Almost your polar opposite. He was a straight-A student, was friends with pretty much everyone, and was best friends with the five most popular, attractive, and well-liked upperclassmen at your school. He himself was dorky, tall, gangly, and had just gotten his braces off. Everything popular media said would guarantee him to be bullied for all of his school days. But he wasn’t.

You didn’t resent him for not being bullied, it wasn’t his fault, and you weren’t bullied yourself. But your best friend, your only friend, was. And that, was something you could blame on Sanha.

Yang Jeongin and you became friends on accident. You were going to skip the second half of the school day to go down to the nearby river, and literally tripped on him. He was sitting outside, eating his lunch alone, because nobody would let him sit at their table. So you ended up staying that day, kind of taking him under your wing at school. He was one year your junior, and that combined with his propensity to cling onto you and not hang out with others brought the attention of a bully, Yoon Jaeha. It was a random Tuesday that had you and Jeongin hanging out together at the small outdoor quad before school. You were sitting on a bench, listening to a few new songs as Jeongin did some last-minute studying for his math test. This was really how you spent most of your time with him, doing your own things in proximity to each other.

In your peripheral, you could see a group of boys talking and laughing with each other. You knew who they all were, the popular, attractive, well-liked upperclassmen that had taken Sanha under their wing, much like you had done with Jeongin. Except Sanha was never pantsed in the middle of the halls, or body-checked after second period everyday, or taunted relentlessly whenever he was alone. Jeongin was.

His bully had thankfully learned that you would stand up for your younger friend, and only targeted him when he wasn’t with you.

“Y/N.” Jeongin groaned, slamming his book shut and catching your attention.

“Yes?”

“Can we skip today and go to the river?” “Aren’t you the one who always told me how important school was, and that I should stop skipping?” “I hate math.” “Me too, buddy.” You reached over to ruffle his hair. He swatted your hands away before fervently trying to fix it, “Y/N!” A cackle escaped your lips as you went to mess it up again, only making Jeongin more infuriated and eventually give up, “You’re impossible, Y/N.” “Now you sound like all my teachers.” You grinned, grabbing Jeongin’s book to open it back up for him again, and placed it on his lap. “I want you to do at least two more practice problems before first period, okay?” “Yes, mom.” He said mockingly, but did as you asked anyway. With a victorious grin on your face, you popped your ear bud back into your ear. And accidentally made eye contact with Sanha as he was glancing over at you. His face broke into a smile, probably thinking that your residual grin from interacting with Jeongin was a friendly smile directed towards him, and you quickly looked away. Shit he’s going to think you want to talk to him. Yoon Sanha was unfortunately, a very friendly boy. Awkward and somewhat nervous, sure, but never shy. And you really didn’t like talking to people. Or at least him. So you quickly started doing something intently on your phone, browsing for new music to listen to and hoping that Sanha would just stay with his friends. But instead, two blue sneakers came into view on the grass under your phone. Grimacing, you took one ear bud out, not even bothering to pause your music. “Hey, Y/N.” Sanha greeted you brightly. “Hi, Sanha.” You said shortly as Jeongin looked over to you with wide eyes. “Did you study for the test in Chemistry today?” “Yes.” “Well, did you understand it all? Because I’m not quite sure about balancing reactions, and I was wondering if-” “Sorry, but Jeongin and I were actually reviewing his math right now, and we’re about to go inside to get his calculator.” You started tugging on your friend’s jacket to get him to stand up. “Oh, well I have an extra calculator in my bag, and I was really good at systems of equations last year, so I could help-” Sanha offered, and you cut him off again as you started hurrying away from him. “Nope, don’t need your help. Bye, Sanha.” “Well could we go over Chemistry at lunch, Y/N?” You turned around, walking backwards away from him as you kept shoving the flustered Jeongin, “Wish I could, but I’m afraid that I’m going to come down with a terrible stomach bug right before lunch.” With that, you practically kicked the door open and yanked Jeongin inside, Sanha staying outside as the door closed behind you. Looking at the time, you said, “Here, I’ll walk you to first.” “You don’t have to be mean to Yoon Sanha like that.” Your friend quietly pointed out as you started walking up the stairs together. “It’s not his fault.” “But he doesn’t do anything about it.” “Maybe he doesn’t know.” “How could he not? The whole school knows. And they also do nothing.” “You pull off ‘hating the world’ really well, Y/N.” “I don’t hate the world.” You pointed out. “I don’t really hate anything. It’s just a strong dislike.” “Do you like anything, Y/N?” Jeongin teased, and you took a moment to ponder this. “Food, my family for the most part, food, you, I guess.” He wrinkled his nose, and you rolled your eyes. “Like an annoying little brother.” You took the opportunity to spin it on him, elbowing his side teasingly as you said, “Speaking of liking things, are you going to talk to Yena today?” Jeongin immediately flushed at the mention of his crush, rubbing his neck nervously. “When will you let that go?” “When you finally confess to her. It’s been two months, Jeongin!” “She doesn’t like me!” “I happen to have insider information, that she does.” “Insider information requires talking to someone other than me, Y/N. Which you don’t do.” You finally arrived at his classroom. “Piss off, Jeongin.” He had a grin on his face as he opened the door, braces and dimples making an appearance. “See you at lunch, Y/N.” “See you.” Shaking your head to yourself as you walked away, you were still grinning mischievously. He didn’t need to know how you knew. All he needed to know was that you knew Yena liked Jeongin as much as Jeongin liked her. It felt like your little brother was getting his first crush, and it was adorable to you. Now he just needed to confess. But, your knowledge of people liking other people didn’t extend to anybody who might like you. Which is probably why Yoon Sanha bothering you didn’t catch your attention. To you, that was just who he was, a very nice, very smart, very bothersome boy. At lunch, you walked to your normal spot behind the school building, by the gate that you usually snuck out of. This was where you’d first met Jeongin, and where you two liked to have lunch, once he’d convinced you to stay instead of skipping almost every other day. But he was late to your lunch meeting, and you peered around the corner looking for him. Had Jaeha found him? Was he in trouble? But then you saw him walking out of the building, perfectly okay. In fact, better than okay. Walking next to him, smiling and laughing was Yena. With an irrepressible grin, you gave him a thumbs-up when you made eye contact with him. You two had a momentary silent conversation, as he asked with his eyes if it was okay for him to not sit with you today. You waved him off with a shooing motion and a nod. He sent a thankful smile before focusing back on whatever Yena was saying, sitting together at a table. You were so proud of your friend, and excited for the alone time. Maybe you could skip and go to the river alone like you used to. Jeongin never wanted to skip with you, the most he would do was go just beyond the gate to sit in the meadow with you during lunch. But he always had to be back on school grounds ten minutes before lunch would be over. His insistence on the matter was a good thing sometimes, your teachers had complimented that your attendance was getting better, and your grades were even getting better. Not a lot better, but noticeably so. Standing up, you decided to at least skip the next two periods, and be back for your Chemistry test. Making up tests was the worst, and definitely not worth skipping them in the first place. Jogging towards the fence, you gleefully found it unlocked, as it always was. You were pretty sure the groundskeeper had lost the key and never bothered getting another one to lock it back up again. Once in the field, it was a twenty-five minute walk to the river, which is why Jeongin would never go with you, it was too far to be back in time. But now you were unhindered, and with a skip in your step, took the somewhat worn path you always did. The river was nothing special really, in fact it was more of a creek, no powerful current or depth anywhere. You’d even packed a swimsuit one day and taken a dip, it only went up to your bellybutton at the deepest point. Unfortunately, you hadn’t planned on going, so there was no foresight to bring a swimsuit, or a blanket of some sort to sit on. So instead, you took this time to practice. In a small clearing on the river bank, you laid down your jacket, put a song on full blast, and tossed your phone on top of your jacket. There, all alone, the sounds of the river meshing with the music, you could dance to your heart’s desire. And you did, practicing a routine you’d made by yourself. In your mind, you’d imagined it to be with a partner, but Jeongin didn’t want to dance with you, he was afraid it would make Jaeha tease him more. So you were stuck dancing by yourself, which was fine. You’d gone through the full song about three times when there was suddenly a voice singing along to it, approaching from your left. You could recognize those off-beat, out of tune wails anywhere. “Park Jinwoo.” You declared with something like a smile, as he walked into the clearing. “I didn’t pin you for the type to skip.” “And I didn’t pin you for the type to dance alone next to a creek.” He said in a similar manner, no malice between the two of you. “It’s a river.” “My bad.” You had no issue with Jinwoo, or any of the other upperclassmen Sanha was friends with, but your need to distance yourself from Sanha meant interacting with his friends as little as possible as well. “So what are you doing out here?” You paused your music to talk to him. “I came to talk to you.” “How’d you know I was out here?” “Sanha.” “And how did he know I was out here?” “He notices things about you.” Jinwoo shrugged. “Like the fact that you really don’t like him.” “And that’s your business because?” You were now getting tired of the conversation, pocketing your phone and grabbing your jacket to start walking down the riverbank. “Because,” the older boy followed you, keeping your pace. “I was the one who encouraged him to go talk to you, and you shot him down.” “Again, how is that your business? It’s my right to talk to who I want to talk to, and to not talk to people that I don’t want to talk to.” “I’m not trying to tell you how to live your life, Y/N. But don’t judge Sanha by his brother. He’s a really sweet kid.” “Whatever.” Jinwoo checked the time, slowing down for a moment, and you did as well, curious as he let out a groan. “I need to go now if I want to be back in time for sixth period. Please, just think about it, Y/N. Bye.” You didn’t even return his farewell, watching his retreating figure with satisfaction. Now you could be alone again for another hour; you weren’t going back until seventh period. Plugging your headphones in, you decided to watch a few dance practice videos by some idol groups, to get inspiration for your own dances. Eventually, you realized that you needed to start heading back as well, you’d wandered pretty far down the river. Back at the school, the gate was made to look like it was locked, probably Jinwoo trying to make sure nobody was suspicious of anyone having snuck out. Fake locking it behind you, you got to the quad just as the bell rang, and slipped into the hallways as they started to get crowded with kids leaving their sixth periods. “It’s hella trophies and it’s hella thick.” You half-muttered and half-sang along to the song playing through your headphones under your breath, doing some of the choreography in your head. “What you think 'bout that, what you think 'bout that?” “Bet it’s got my haters hella sick.” A voice joined in from beside you, unfortunately next to the ear that didn’t have an earphone in, meaning that you couldn’t pretend like you didn’t hear them. “Congrats, you know a song that I know.” You rolled your eyes at Sanha as he matched his strides with yours. “I know more BTS songs. Do you like them too?” “A lot of people know BTS songs.” “What’s your favorite?” “I don’t have one.” “Mine is 'I Need U.’” “I didn’t ask.” You walked into your classroom, not bothering to hold the door open for Sanha behind you. But that didn’t deter him, he followed you to your lab table. Unfortunately, on the first day of school when the seating charts were made, you arrived late and the last available seat was at the front, right next to Sanha, who actually wanted to sit at the front of the classroom. Another reason that you liked to skip the second half of the school day, you had lunch, and the last two classes of the school day with him. “You weren’t in sixth period, Y/N.” Sanha commented as he sat down. “Yep.” “Why?” “I told you, I got a stomach bug.” You deadpanned, begrudgingly sitting beside him. “And it magically got better before this class?” “No, I might puke on you at any second. In fact, I feel something coming right now, maybe you should move before I projectile vomit on you.” Sanha still wasn’t put off by your behavior, merely looking at you with an eyebrow raised. “Oh, that’s attractive.” His sarcastic remark almost made you laugh. Key word: almost. But, he seemed to notice you holding back a smile, a small one spreading across his own face. Before he could say anything else, you stuffed your headphones back in and turned the volume on the song up. The teacher seemed to notice this, giving you a pointed look, and you took an ear bud out to listen to her. “Y/N, phones away, and headphones out of your ears.” The teacher chastised you. “Yes, Ms. Kim,” You paused your music, tucking your phone into your backpack. “Y/N.” Sanha called your name, and now you were doubly irritated. Ms. Kim had taken away your only method of ignoring Sanha now. “Sanha.” “Why do you hate me?” “I don’t hate you.” “Well it seems like you do.” “Then you’re about as observant as a wooden stick.” “Well that sounds like you’re only mean to me because you have an enormous crush on me and don’t know how to express your feelings.” “Get your head out of your ass.” “Vehement denial. Suspicious.” “Don’t make me physically put your head up your ass.” “Well then what’s the reason?” Thankfully, the bell rang and Ms. Kim immediately started passing out the test, forcing Sanha to shut up. Surprisingly, you were done before Sanha. It was a subject that was easy to you, balancing equations, formula weight, stoichiometry. For some reason, you understood it with little studying. Sanha, however, scratched his head as he was only three questions into the test out of ten, with fifteen minutes left. You watched out of the corner of your eye with intrigue, were you actually better than Yoon Sanha at something academic? If you really cared, you would maybe gloat about it, but kept it to yourself. No need to interact with him any more than necessary. The bell rang, and he still had his test out, meaning that you could leave and not have to worry about him following you to continue your conversation. At the front of the school, you were elated to see Jeongin waiting for you. The two of you lived in the same direction from the school, and walked together for the first five minutes before having to go your separate ways. “I thought that you would be walking Yena home.” You teased, not even a hint of jealousy in you; you were genuinely thrilled for your friend to be talking to his crush. “She had to stay for art club.” Jeongin explained as you two started your journey home. “You should join art club, then.” “I don’t like art.” “But you like Yena.” “Y/N!” He was flustered again when you brought her up. Slinging an arm around his shoulders, you pulled him down in an apologetic yet still teasing grip. “I’m sorry, Jeonginnie. I’ll stop talking about your crush.” “Now let’s talk about yours.” “And who would that be?” “Literally every member of BTS.” “Ah, you’ve got me there.” You maintained your normal banter with Jeongin until the intersection where you had to split up, saying your goodbyes to each other. At your house, you chatted with your dad and had a snack before starting on your homework.

The next week of school had gone by seemingly without incident. Until you showed up three minutes later than you normally did to the quad before first period, and found Jeongin curled up into a ball behind the school building. Rushing to his side, you saw that his cheek was split open, a small amount of blood pooling to the surface, and you could tell that he was holding back tears. “Holy shit, I was three minutes late.” “And I was four minutes early.” He added miserably. “That’s seven minutes for Jaeha to do this.” “Jeongin…” You said softly, reaching into your backpack for some tissues and a bandaid. “We should take you to the nurse. And then the principal. This is unacceptable. Jaeha has taken it too far.” He hissed as you dabbed at the blood, wiping around the cut. After you had pressed a bandage the wound, Jeongin shook his head, mumbling, “What will Yena think?” “Yena will think that Jaeha is an asshole and that you were brave for telling an authority figure instead of crying by yourself behind the school.” “I’m not by myself, you’re here.” Your friend pointed out, and you sat back on your knees with a sigh. “Fine, we won’t go to the principal, or an authority figure. But you bet your entire ass I’m going to talk to somebody about it.” And so that’s how you ended up standing in front of Yoon Sanha’s locker before fourth period, arms crossed as you tapped your foot impatiently, waiting for him. Jeongin got to his first period okay, and you were worried for him the whole day until lunch, when you left your third period early to get to Sanha’s locker before passing period started. Surprisingly, it was Jeongin that approached you at the locker first. You sometimes forgot that his locker was in the same row as Sanha’s, “Y/N, what are you doing?” “Don’t worry, Jeonginnie, I’m just going to talk to him.” You assured him, and he cast you a nervous glance. “Are you sure? I really don’t need anything else to aggravate Jaeha…” “Jeongin, I promise, I will get him to stop if it’s the last thing I do in this godforsaken school. Now go eat lunch with Yena, she’s probably waiting.” With those words and a supportive smile, you watched him disappear down the halls. The next person to approach you was exactly who you were looking for, accompanied by a couple people you weren’t necessarily looking for. Myungjun and Jinwoo, his two friends that were in their last year of school before university. “We’re going to go to lunch now.” Myungjun announced loudly, veering the other direction down the hallway. “Good luck Sanha!” Jinwoo whispered to the younger boy, although it was loud enough for you to hear. Sanha approached you hesitantly, but with a big smile. You put up a hand just as he opened his mouth to greet you. “We need to talk.” Grabbing his arm, you dragged him outside. You dragged him past the quad and behind the school building. He was quiet the whole time, but clearly confused, maybe even a little scared. “What do we need to talk about?” He questioned. “Have you seen Yang Jeongin today?” You asked simply. “Your friend? Of course, his locker is a couple down from mine.” “Best friend.” You corrected, causing a glimmer of a smile to cross Sanha’s face, then you continued on. “And, did you see the bandage on his face?” “Yeah. What is it, a pimple that he doesn’t want to scar or something?” “No, it’s a wound. From where your brother punched him.” Sanha froze, eyes widening and jaw nearly dislocating in shock. “M-my brother?” “Yoon Jaeha.” You confirmed. “He doesn’t even know Jeongin. I promise, he didn’t do th-” “Shut the fuck up.” You tried not to yell, taking a deep breath. “You’re in denial, and you need to stop. It’s disgusting.” “What do you know?” Now Sanha was getting angry, his face turning red as he tried to contain his yells of indignation. “Nothing, you know nothing!” “I know plenty, Yoon Sanha.” “Really?” “Yes, really. My older brother used to bully people, too. He would make fun of them, push them into lockers, rough them up if they looked at him the wrong way. And I ignored it, I turned a blind eye and idolized him for being my big strong older brother that could do no wrong.” You practically spat out your words as you relayed the story. “Then one of the kids he bullied tried to commit suicide. He lived, thankfully, but my brother and my family will never be done apologizing and repaying their penance to that boy and his family. And I absolutely hated- no, still hate- myself for what I did; ignoring it, and letting it happen.” Bile was rising in your esophagus as you spoke, your words bringing about the most unpleasant experiences and feelings in your life. But you continued. You had to, for Jeongin, “That’s what you’re doing, that’s why I dislike you. You know it’s happening, and you’re turning a blind eye, whether accidentally or not. I’m not a hateful person, I’m really not. I want to be kind and loving, and giving out second chances left and right. But people like you, people like me, don’t deserve them.” Sanha was speechless after your rant, and you wiped at your lip where saliva was threatening to launch itself. You had gotten yourself worked up, and you quickly realized that maybe you had said too much. He was looking at you with the most complex range of emotions: anger, pity, sympathy, betrayal, disbelief, and just plain old sadness. “You deserve a second chance, Y/N.” Sanha finally spoke, his voice soft but clear. Even though his words were clearly meant to make you feel better, they set you off again. “This isn’t about me!” You screeched, almost in hysterics. “It’s about your jackass brother leaving Yang Jeongin alone.” The boy in front of you was at a loss for words, or anything at all. He stood petrified, and you were too worried about crying in front of Sanha that you’d forgotten about your original mission, slinging your backpack over your shoulder, stomping over to the gate. Not even caring that Sanha now knew exactly where you were, you just needed to get out of there. You knew the field and river behind the school better than anyone, you’d be able to hide from Sanha if he decided to follow you. And you prayed and hoped that he didn’t. If you ever saw his face again, you thought that you might puke. Because all you could see was yourself.

The next morning, you were tempted to tell your mother you were sick, and just stay home from school. But you hadn’t missed a day of school since you’d become friends with Jeongin, and you weren’t about to start now. Especially not when he just got punched in the face yesterday. Jaeha might want to continue.

You left the house ten minutes earlier than normal, not wanting a repeat of yesterday’s consequences of you being tardy. The school campus was quiet this early in the morning, only the staff and a couple other kids were there before you. You even had time to stop at your locker before heading back to the school gates to greet Jeongin. To your delight, his arm was linked with someone else’s. Yena’s, specifically. They were chatting, and you stood waiting for them with a smug smile on your face. “Good morning, Y/N!” Jeongin greeted you brightly before nervously introducing Yena. “Yena, this is my best friend Y/N. Y/N, this is Yena.” “Hey, Y/N. Did you finish our Computer Technologies homework?” Yena asked, and you fell into step with them. “Actually, yeah.” You swung your flash drive around on your keychain. “It was the only homework I did last night.” “You two know each other?” Jeongin was dumbfounded, and you smirked at him. “I told you, Jeonginnie, insider information.” Yena giggled as he sat down on your normal bench, immediately slumping over. You sat on Yena’s other side, talking with them for a bit. But you couldn’t help your eyes from constantly flitting over to your right, where Sanha was standing with his older friends. Had he told them about your “conversation” yesterday? Had he talked to Jaeha at all? For some reason, you doubted it. He was probably still denial, like you had been. Someone approaching from the left of your small trio caught your attention. You were immediately wary as the figure caused Jeongin to tense up. You stood up, slowly moving in between your friend and the older boy. Yoon Jaeha was walking towards you, shoulders hunched. “Hey, Y/N. Could I talk to Jeongin privately for a moment?” He coughed awkwardly, and you narrowed your eyes. “Whatever you have to say to Jeongin you can say to us too.” Yena threw out, and you were unsure how much Jeongin had told her about his situation with Jaeha. Clearly it was enough for her to join you in defending him. “Uh, okay.” Jaeha cleared his throat again. “Well, I just wanted to say that I’m sorry, Yang Jeongin. About your face, and uh, everything. It was a shitty thing to do, and I’ll leave you alone.” Jeongin seemed surprised, standing up himself to stick his hand out to the older boy. “I forgive you, Yoon Jaeha.” Jaeha shook his hand, then mumbled one last apology before slinking off somewhere. Your friend looked at you with wide eyes. “Y/N, I don’t know what you did yesterday, but thank you so much!” Jeongin launched himself into your arms, and you stumbled backwards for a moment. Laughing, you hugged the boy back. “You’re welcome, Jeongin.” He let go of you, and Yena gave you a hug as well, thanking you too. “I’m just happy that he’s done bothering you.” You said, your heart swelling with happiness. Your best friend was grinning madly, braces on full display and dimple deeper than the ocean. “Now I’ve got someone I need to talk to.” You excused yourself from your friends. “We’ll see you later, Y/N!” Jeongin promised as he and Yena went the opposite direction from you. Shouldering your backpack and swallowing what was left of your pride, you took determined steps towards the group of boys who had watched the whole scene. As soon as Jaeha left, they immediately tried to turn back to what they were talking about before, as if they weren’t watching intently. But you knew that they were. And you knew that there was one of them in particular you had to speak with. “Sanha.” You called out his voice as you walked up from behind him and a boy you knew to be Minhyuk. “Hi, Y/N.” He didn’t seem as eager to see you as he did yesterday, and you suddenly got worried. “Can we talk for a minute?” “Of course.” The tall boy gestured for you to lead the way, and followed you to the bench where you had just been sitting with Yena and Jeongin. “Thank you, for whatever you said to Jaeha to make him stop.” You took a deep breath before continuing. “And I’m sorry, for yelling at you yesterday, and for basically calling you a piece of shit that didn’t deserve a second chance. That was out of line.” Sanha blinked, taking a moment to collect his thoughts. “You don’t need me to forgive you, Y/N. You need to forgive yourself. I can’t give you whatever validation you’re looking for. I really can’t.” Your chest shuddered at his words, they were true. You saw yourself in him, in his situation, and tried to get forgiveness from him. He could see right through you, though, and you didn’t know how. “Fuck, you’re- you’re right.” You sniffled as tears started filling your eyes again. Furiously wiping at them, you were determined not to cry. “Come on,” Sanha stood up, slinging your backpack onto his shoulder with his own, and gently took your arm in his hand. “Let’s go somewhere.” You were still trying not cry as Sanha took you to whatever destination he had in mind. The sounds of the students chattering amongst themselves faded away, and when you looked up from your shoes, you noticed that Sanha had taken you behind the school, in the shade provided by the building. He sat down, tugging on your wrist for you to do the same. You obliged, vision still watery as you couldn’t even make eye contact with him. “Do you want to talk?” “No.” “Okay.” He accepted your answer, not moving to stand up or anything. Instead, he just sat there with you, as if waiting for you to say something. Eventually you did, the silence becoming suffocating, “Why are you being nice to me? I was an absolute asshat to you because of something your brother did.” “I’m being nice to you, in hopes that one day you’ll be nice to yourself. Because I really do believe that you deserve a second chance, Y/N. And you should give it to yourself.” His words brought even more tears to your eyes, and soon they were streaming down your cheeks. He was making you truly look at yourself, something you hadn’t done since your brother got the call that his classmate he had bullied had ended up in the hospital, wrists in thick bandages to stop the bleeding.

And it was terrifying. You wrapped your jacket around yourself tighter, trying to comfort yourself. The sound of the warning bell ringing reached your ears, and you said to Sanha, “You should go, you don’t want to be late.” Sanha made no move to leave, “I also don’t want to leave you crying behind the school by yourself.” And so Yoon Sanha sat with you until your eyes were dry, and the red puffiness had receded a little bit. You stretched as you stood up, and he did the same. “Thank you.” You uttered, not quite sure of what to say. He nodded, checking his watch. “We’ve still got twenty minutes left of first period.” “Then we should go in, better late than never.” Checking that there were no wandering teachers or staff members first, the two of you crossed the grassy quad together, slipping into the main building. Both of your first periods were on the second floor, so you were still by him as you walked up. When you got to where you knew your paths would diverge, you were starting your goodbye when Sanha suddenly blurted something out, “See you sixth-” “Do you want to sit with me at lunch?” You cocked an eyebrow, “How do you know I’m in your lunch? You sit inside.” “Ah, I just, kind of notice things?” “I’ll see if Jeongin’s eating with me or Yena’s art club friends today. If he is eating with them, I might come by your table.” “You don’t sound angry.” “What would I be angry about?” “Jeongin and Yena.” “It’s not like I’m into him or anything,” You snorted almost in disbelief. “And I’m actually super proud of him for getting other friends and talking to his crush.” “That’s nice.” He commented, a smile on his face. “Maybe you should get other friends too.” “We’ll see what happens at lunch, then.” You started walking towards your classroom. “Bye Sanha.” “Bye Y/N!” Lunchtime rolled around, and Jeongin still hadn’t replied to your text asking where he was sitting. With a shrug, you guessed that he was sitting with Yena and her friends, and decided to find Sanha’s table. You heard Sanha’s friends before you could see them in the packed lunchroom, various screams and hysterical laughter met your ears. Approaching the table, you immediately looked to Sanha. “Hey Y/N! You can sit here,” He patted the seat to his left, and you did so. “That’s my seat!” Came the indignant voice of Myungjun as he joined the table. “Oh hi, Y/N.” Jinwoo, who was walking with him, elbowed his arm, “MJ hyung, just sit next to me and leave them be.” Disgruntled, Myungjun sat beside his friend, pulling out his own lunch. The other boys came to the table, giving you wary hellos. The six boys were all hungrily munching on their food, and you just sat there, somewhat amused by it. “Do you not have a lunch, Y/N?” Sanha asked with a frown as he noticed that you weren’t eating as well. “I was planning on skipping this period and fifth and going to the boba cafe a couple blocks away.” You explained your lack of a meal, and immediately had various foods shoved in front of you. Chips from Sanha, a quarter of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich from MJ, a cookie from Bin, rice from Minhyuk, an apple from Dongmin, and a juice from Jinwoo, were all presented to you. More like forced at you, technically. “You guys can keep your food, I really don’t-” You trailed off when you saw the pointed look from Sanha. This was part of a second chance for yourself, accepting others’ kindness. Changing your demeanor, you said, “Thank you.” With that, you popped a chip into your mouth, and the friendly conversation and banter at the table resumed.

After that lunch, you realized that you’d gotten six new friends, whether you wanted to or not. Dongmin lived down the street from you, and had started leaving in the morning just before you did, walking with you a couple blocks before Bin would join the both of you. Then, you were most likely to be roped into the group meeting before school started. Minhyuk and you had ended up together for a project in your second period. Jinwoo would often find you after second and talk with you for a moment as you went to your third periods that were near each other.

Then, the group would reunite at lunch. When you all had to break apart for fifth period, Myungjun tagged along to yours, since he was a peer for that teacher. Of course sixth and seventh period were spent with Sanha, whom you’d started finding less and less bothersome. In

fact, if he didn’t immediately give you a bright smile when you sat beside him in Chemistry, you were a little disappointed. And that text to Jeongin still went unanswered. It wasn’t that you’d forgotten about him, it was far from that. You still loved your best friend with all your heart, but his now-girlfriend had introduced him to so many more people that he was becoming friends with. And while it made your heart twinge, you were proud of him. After all, you were also becoming friends with other people. It was as if maybe your friendship was meant to be just a stepping stone for you both. “Y/N, can we study tonight? I did not get that lesson.” Sanha groaned as the two of you walked out of Chemistry. “Yeah, let me give my dad a heads-up that you’re coming over.” You agreed, bringing your phone out of your pocket. There was a text already there, the name having not popped up on your screen in well over two months. [jeongin: do you want to come over for pizza and movies tonight? we haven’t hung out in forever. i’m staying for art club, but you can come over around dinnertime] Your throat seized up as you thought over your response. Theoretically, you could finish studying with Sanha before dinnertime then go to Jeongin’s house. But your dad had kind of fallen in love with Sanha, insisting every time he was over that he stay for dinner. And you really loved it, it was something you’d never pass up, despite the embarrassing stories your father would tell about you.

[you: i wish i could, but my dad said i can’t hang out with anyone unless i bring my grades back up. sorry] It was somewhat true, your dad said no friends after school, unless it was for something school-related. Or unless it was Sanha. He didn’t even try to hide his favoritism towards your new friend, preferring him over any of the others you’d introduced him to. Minhyuk had come over before for your project, and your dad pretty much treated him as a criminal, but would probably let Sanha get away with murder. Going into your texts with your dad, you started typing as you and Sanha walked down the stairs. [you: hey dad, sanha’s coming over for chemistry studying] [dad: oh no! i’m going to your mother’s work dinner tonight. give him my apologies. we’ll be home at seven!] [you: can i order us pizza then?] [dad: yes, i left money on the counter for you anyway] Your phone buzzed with another text, and you glanced up to thank Sanha as he held the door to the school building open for you. [jeongin: that’s okay. tomorrow right after school?] [you: that sounds perfect. see you then!] Dongmin and Bin joined you and Sanha at the front of the school to walk home. They said their goodbyes as Dongmin was apparently going to Bin’s house, as Sanha was going to yours. At your house, you threw your stuff down and grabbed a snack for you and Sanha to eat. At your kitchen table, you brought out your textbooks as well notes from the class. “Okay so, which parts of periodic trends do you not get?” You asked, chewing on a cracker. “Uh most of it. Like, I understand why it happens, kind of, but I just don’t remember which ways and the exceptions and all of that.” Sanha replied before popping a cracker in his own mouth. You launched into an explanation of the material, for some reason you actually understood it. Once Sanha was sure he understood, you all did a couple practice problems from a worksheet your teacher had given you. However, when you went to check your answers, Sanha had gotten almost all of them wrong. “That’s it, I’m dropping out.” He groaned, shoving his books and papers away from him. Calmly closing your own book, you stood up. “Let’s take a break. I got Super Mario Brothers Wii.” "Oh hell yeah!” Sanha was suddenly energized, running down the hall towards your room. Sitting side-by-side on your bed, knees touching as his long legs were folded underneath him as best he could, you played video games with Sanha. It had become an integral part of your friendship, whether you were at your house, his house, or one of the other boys’, you two always ended up at a game console of sort. Screams and cheers and groans always spilled out of both your mouths, depending on if you were on the same team, and if you were winning. This time you were on the same team, trying to finish the levels at the best proficiency you could. You were about halfway through World One when Sanha’s character died, losing his last life. That meant that you had to completely restart the world. “Are you shitting me?” You hissed, just about throwing your controller onto the floor. “I’m sorry, Y/N!” Sanha cried out, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you tightly to him. You fell over onto your bed at the force, a mess of limbs and laughter as you tried to wriggle out of his grasp. But he held tight to you, apologies adding to your laughs in the air. “I forgive you! I forgive you!” You squealed out, and he finally released you. Still with a grin on your face, you managed to sit yourself back up. Your eyes caught on something outside your window, and you nearly screamed. There was someone peering into your window, just barely out of sight. Before you could alert Sanha, or call the police, or scream, you realized that it was someone familiar. And that you definitely needed to talk to them. “Sanha, could you go make me a cup of chocolate milk while I set up the next level, please?” You asked him sweetly, and he stood up. “Of course.” He raised his arms above his head to stretch, shirt sliding up ever so slightly before he put his arms back down. “I’ll get myself a glass too. Do you want food while I’m in the kitchen?” You weren’t hungry, but you needed to delay him as much as possible, “A sandwich sounds really good right now.” “Aish, what am I, your husband or something?” “You offered! And, I was thinking more like a servant.” He chuckled, sticking his tongue out at you, which in turn caused you to reach forward to give his chest a push, “Alright, I’m going.” Once he was out of sight, you closed your door before padding over to the window. Pushing it up, you called out, “Yang Jeongin! Get your nosy little ass over here!” Your friend emerged from behind one of the taller bushes in your neighbor’s yard. As he got closer to your window, you realized that he seemed upset. With good reason, as far as he knew, you’d blown him off for Sanha. “Hey Y/N.” Jeongin had a tartness in his voice as he spoke, “I thought you were grounded from friends?” “My dad made an exception for studying.” You explained, hoping he wasn’t too mad. It was true that you didn’t hang out as frequently, but you still didn’t want to lose your friend completely. “That really seemed like studying.” “We were taking a break-” You were only partway through your excuse when you realized that Jeongin wasn’t angry, or even annoyed. Instead, he seemed amused as he listened, head tilted to the side. “Don’t you dare be thinking what I think you’re thinking.” “And what would that be? That you and Sanha have huge, enormous crushes on each other?” Now it was Jeongin teasing you about crushes, and you didn’t like the change of roles. You were supposed to be poking fun at him, not the other way around. Scowling, you attempted to change the topic, “Why are you even hiding outside my window, Jeongin? That’s a bit stalker-ish.” “I saw you and Sanha walking together, and I know that his brother drives him to school. So I decided to investigate.” “That’s super stalker-ish, Jeonginnie.” “You’re avoiding.” “You’re annoying.” There was suddenly a yell from inside your house, “Y/N, do you want ham or turkey?” “Uh, give me a minute!” You replied, just as loud. “I’ll come to you-” Jeongin was still at your window, looking smug as he crossed his arms. “Don’t! I’m changing! Currently naked! Do not enter!” “Oh, okay.” Sanha’s voice was closer, he must be right outside the door. He cleared his throat awkwardly, “I’ll be in the kitchen.” Once you were sure he was back in the kitchen, you turned to the boy outside your window with narrowed eyes, “You’ve gotta go, because now I actually have to change so he doesn’t think I was lying to him.” “Fine, fine, I’ll be going.” Your friend raised his hands up in surrender. “But once you two are a thing, we’re going to have double dates, okay?” “Leave.” With one more dimpled laugh and wave, Jeongin walked around to the front of your house, then down the sidewalk. You breathed a sigh of relief, closing your window up and quickly switching your school clothes out for pajamas. Treading out to the kitchen, you tried to be nonchalant about your changing of clothes. Sanha had two chocolate milks and one sandwich made, and he explained the lack of one sandwich, “I haven’t made yours yet, because I didn’t know what you wanted on it.” “Ah, I’m not that hungry anymore, actually.” You replied, helping him to start putting away the sandwich ingredients. “Besides, we need to get back to studying anyway.” You two had finally gotten through the chapter, and Sanha slammed his book shut in victory. “If I see another chemical formula I might just burn my eyes off.” With a chuckle, you closed your book as well, and finished the last of your chocolate milk before speaking again, “We should order the pizza now, so it’s here by the time we get hungry again.” He agreed, and you quickly called it in. As you were ordering, you watched as Sanha stood up, walking towards your living room. Figuring he just wanted to sit on something comfier, you stayed in the kitchen to finish the order. When you had hung up, you shuffled into the living room as well to see Sanha’s long body sprawled out on your couch. He looked half-asleep, so you decided not to bother him, moving to sit in the armchair beside the couch. “Y/N,” he whined, reaching a hand out to grab your forearm. “Sanha,” You mimicked his tone, and he looked up at you through his eyelashes, clearly tired. “I’m cold.” “I’ll get you a blanket.” “But I don’t want a blanket.” “Then freeze.” “Y/N.” He tugged on your arm, and you realized what he wanted. “Jeez, you’re so needy.” You scoffed as he sat up slightly, letting you sit where his head just was. He laid his head back down on your lap, and your fingers instinctively started running through his hair, absentmindedly playing with his brown locks with one hand, the other grabbing the remote to start finding something to watch. “Y/N.” “I swear to God, Sanha, what is it now?” “Thank you for giving me the chance to be your friend.” Your annoyance faded and you felt your face soften as you looked down at Sanha, putting the remote to the side. He was looking back up at you with a fond smile on his face as you kept messing with his hair, waiting for you to say something back. “I still don’t know why you wanted to be my friend,” You frowned, hands stopping as you became absorbed in your thoughts. “I was a jerk to you because of your brother.” “Yeah, you were. But I knew that you weren’t actually a jerk, I saw you smile, and laugh, and joke with Jeongin at school. And one time I’d gone outside during lunch, and saw you go behind the school building, and I wondered where you’d gone. Then I saw you on the other side of the fence, in the meadow, and you looked so peaceful. I knew that you were a wonderful person, so I wanted to see it for myself.” “And am I as wonderful as you thought I was?” “Even more so.” Sanha’s words were so sincere, and so sweet, and he looked at you with such a loving expression, you felt your heart start to hurt and your eyes threatened to water up. “Thanks, Sanha.” You chewed on your lip, and he smiled up at you. “Speaking of the meadow, do you want to go there with me tomorrow? Just for lunch, you don’t have to skip any of your classes.” “Sure, that sounds like a lot of fun.” And with that he rolled onto his side, adjusting his head in your lap into a more comfortable position. You realized with a fond smile that he was going to take a nap. Instead of entertaining yourself with the TV, you pulled out your phone in one hand while the other absentmindedly played with Sanha’s hair, brushing it away from his face, letting it fall back onto his forehead before you brushed it away again. The repetitive cycle relaxed you, and apparently Sanha too as his breathing evened out, the faintest kitten-like snores coming from his slightly-parted lips. He had actually fallen asleep on your lap. Opening the camera on your phone, you took a few pictures of the sleeping boy at various angles. Some made him look like an angel, while others were so unfortunate you had to choke back your laughter at them. You decided to send a couple of the worse ones in your new friend group’s group chat, appropriately named Hot Mess Central. [you: can you believe this 11/10 visual right here: attached images] [mj: im cACKLING OH MY GOD] [minhyuk: no seriously, he’s actually cackling right now. it’s hurting my ears] [jinwoo: i can also confirm that] [bin: i’m saving each and every one of these pictures] [dongmin: wait y/n, it looks like he’s sleeping on your lap] [mj: THATS THE CUTEST SHIT EVER] [bin: is he??] [jinwoo: i double-checked the pictures and you can clearly see y/n’s hand in his hair!!] [minhyuk: that’s adorable] Rolling your eyes at the detective skills your friends decided to employ to embarrass you, you replied. [you: yeah, his head is on my lap because he’s a Needy Bitch™] [jinwoo: yeah but he’s YOUR needy bitch] [you: that’s one of the least endearing things i’ve ever heard of] [bin: sanha is one of the least endearing things i’ve ever heard of] Holding back a snort, you typed out your response, going back into your camera roll for the angelic pictures of Sanha you had. [you: oh that’s just mean, bin. he’s plenty endearing: attached images] [mj: THATS THE CUTEST SHIT EVER] [you: that’s a very wide vocabulary, mj] [dongmin: that’s a very bad way of avoiding the situation, y/n] [jinwoo; i agree, y/n is avoiding] [bin: i second that] [you: no bin, jinwoo already seconded it] [bin: then i third it] [minhyuk: y/n is still avoiding] Sanha started to shift in your lap again, and you realized that his phone had been continuously going off with the messages from the groupchat. [you: you guys are waking sanha up with these ten million messages] [minhyuk: let’s not interrupt their cuddle session anymore then] [jinwoo: good point!] [you: i’m going to strangle you guys tomorrow] [dongmin: that’s pretty kinky, y/n, save it for sanha] [mj: nO WAIT THEY’RE CHILDREN DONGMIN DONT ENCOURAGE THAT] [jinwoo: anyway, we’re all going, bye!!] [bin: bye!!] [mj: BYE BABES] [dongmin: BE SAFE I LOVE YOU ALL BYE] [minhyuk: goodbye, i guess??] Not even reciprocating their goodbyes, you turned your phone off. But apparently ending the conversation to preserve Sanha’s nap was for nothing, because when you looked down at him, his eyes were already focused on you, watching you sleepily. “Something wrong, Y/N?” Sanha reached up to poke at your cheek. “You’re frowning.” You swatted away his hand, the gesture nonetheless bringing a fond smile to your face as you shoved his hand back down towards him. “Your friends are a bunch of idiots.” “Hey, they’re your friends now too, Y/N.” He pointed out, hands undeterred and still reaching up to poke your cheek, then nose, and you gave up on deflecting them. He continued his cute assault on your face, as his own way of tracing your face, eyes and fingers memorizing your features as he did so, under the excuse of annoying you. But that was how he normally approached something like this, something that went beyond the normal bounds of friendship, that maybe signaled that he wanted something else from your relationship. He disguised it just as him being childish. The bell rang, causing both you and Sanha to startle. He sat up to allow you to stand up and get the door. It was the pizza, and you quickly paid before carrying back to the kitchen. As you ate and talked, you forgot about the groupchat and could just focus on your friend. When you were putting away the leftovers and Sanha helped to put the dishes in the dishwasher, you heard the garage door opening, meaning that your parents were home. “We’re home!” Your mother called out, and you poked your head out of the kitchen. “Hi Mom! Hi Dad!” You said cheerily, going to give your mother a hug. “Is Sanha still here?” Your dad asked as he absentmindedly gave you a hug, and you rolled your eyes. At this point he probably preferred Sanha over you. “Yes, Mr. Y/L/N, I’m in the kitchen!” Sanha called out, and your dad rushed in to greet your friend. You watched with amusement as Sanha put down a plate to reciprocate the hug your father gave him, and they immediately launched into a conversation. You didn’t know how, but if you let them, your father and Sanha could talk to each other for hours like good friends. Your mother put her purse down, watching the two as well. “If you don’t start dating that boy soon, your father might.” Your mother warned jokingly, and you didn’t know if you wanted to argue or laugh at her statement. You opted to look at her with wide eyes and a dropped jaw. She lifted your chin back up with a disapproving tsk, “Don’t be so surprised, I’ve known he’s liked you since you first mentioned the annoying boy in your classes who wouldn’t leave you alone. I didn’t raise a stupid child, you’ve known it too, Y/N.” Sighing, you slowly nodded in agreement. Had it crossed your mind before that Sanha might like you as something other than a friend? Yes, but you never dwelled on those thoughts. Had it crossed your mind that you might also like Sanha as something other than a friend? Yes, but you valued this new friendship too much to think like that. The possibility of losing not one, but six friends, was terrifying to you. You never thought of yourself as wanting to have many friends, but now that you did, you didn’t want to let them go. You’d just be selfish for wanting anything else from your relationship with Sanha, or any one of them. It would disrupt the dynamics of the whole friend group. “Good,” She picked up her bag again, patting your shoulder before calling out to your dad, “Honey, Sanha should be getting home before it’s dark.” “Oh, you’re right.” Your father frowned as he looked outside, the sun was hanging low in the sky. “Y/N can walk him home, right?” “Of course.” You said brightly as Sanha went to pick up his bookbag. “Thank you, Mrs. and Mr. Y/L/N.” The boy bowed to your parents in succession. “We’ll see you later, Sanha. Goodbye.” Your mother hugged him, then your father as they walked you two to the door. You and Sanha walked in near silence, a comfortable silence. The only sounds that met your ears were your breathing, and the tune he was humming lightly. You liked when it quiet like this, it was often hard to get Sanha to settle down, most of the time he was all over the place. Which you liked about your friend, it was contagious, but sometimes you just wanted some peace with him. Sanha’s house was several streets over from yours, far enough from the school to warrant his parents buying his older brother a car to drive them to school, but not so far that he went to a completely different school. The quaint two-story house he lived in came into view, and you stopped on the sidewalk at the front. “Bye, Sanha. Thanks for studying with me.” You smiled, and in the dimming sunlight you could see that he had a bittersweet smile on his face as well. “Thanks for having me over, Y/N.” He said, and the both of you paused. Your mother’s words were on your mind, and your friend seemed lost in his own thoughts. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You stepped forward to give him what would normally be a friendly hug, but as your arms squeezed around his torso, you felt your heart being squeezed too. “See you.” With that, you began walking away, giving him a final wave as you turned the corner back towards your house.

The next day after third period you walked out to wait for Sanha behind the building. You reminisced about when you used to eat with Jeongin out here; you hadn’t been behind the building or in the meadow since you’d become friends with Sanha and the others. Sanha’s head peeked around the corner, and his face lit up when he saw you. “Hey, Y/N.” He smiled, and you reciprocated it. “Hey. You packed a lunch beforehand?” You question, linking your arm with his to walk out towards the gate. “Yes, and I brought those candies you like, too.” “Ah, you’re the best!” At the gate, you let go of Sanha’s arm to undo the chain, and dropped the unlocked padlock onto the ground. Pushing one side of the gate open, you took his arm in yours again and led him through. You decided not to go too far into the small meadow, stopping at a place where you knew that you couldn’t be seen from the school grounds, but it was still close enough to get back before the next period. Sitting down, you pulled out your own sandwich and drink to start eating. The warm sun above you countered the cool spring breeze that fluttered through the flowers and grass around you. You chewed on your sandwich happily, and Sanha was quiet as well as he ate his lunch. “Oh, I brought that book of poetry you wanted to look at!” You suddenly remembered, reaching into your bag. Sanha had been complaining about a poetry assignment for his Literature class, and you wanted to prove that it actually wasn’t all that boring. Pulling the book out, you realized that Sanha had brought chocolate for himself, and you really didn’t want it getting on your book. With a shake of your head, you scooted closer to him until your thighs were touching, and opened the book. Resting your arm on his leg, you held the book open for the both of you to be able to see. He leaned over your shoulder to look at it, giving you a small nudge when he was ready for the page to be turned, and you would give him a nudge when you wanted him to give you one of the candies he’d brought. Since you were holding the book, he would have to place it in your mouth for you. Soon, the two of you got into a rhythm, you were realizing the speed that he read at and would be able to turn the page without prompting, and just your mouth falling open was enough for him to know to feed you another candy. There was a moment when you two had read a particularly powerful poem, Sanha had said, “Wow, that’s incredible,” and his warm breath washed over your much colder ear and cheek, that you realized how close he was to you. His chin was resting on your shoulder, left arm behind your back to prop himself up, and you were leaning on his lap, back almost against his chest. And you became horribly aware of the fact that you wanted him even closer. This wasn’t enough. You wanted him to wrap his arms around your waist, to sit you between his legs, and nuzzle his face into your neck. “Y/N, you can turn the page.” Sanha’s request snapped you out of your terrified daze, and you quickly did so. But you could never regain the focus on the poems that you had before, every movement or slight shift he made amplified the roaring in your ears. You blamed your mother and Jeongin for putting the thoughts in your head. There was no way Sanha liked you like that, so therefore there was no reason for you to like him like that. In your mind, that was final. The bell ringing for next period nearly made you jump out of your skin, and you were quick to scramble away from Sanha and stuff the book back in your backpack. “We should get going, you don’t want to be late for class and I’m sure if we run we can make it back just in time-” “Isn’t there a river near here?” Sanha interrupted your ramblings, calmly standing up and shouldering his own bag. “Uh, yeah. It’s about a twenty minute walk from here.” “Well then let’s go.” “What?” Sanha looked at you innocently, “Let’s go to the river, it sounds like fun!” “You realize that we’ll have to skip at least two periods, right?” “Do you really want to go to Algebra, Y/N?” “Well no, but your parents would literally kill me if they found out that you skipped with me, they already don’t like me.” You pointed out with a frown. They never said it outright, but you could tell that the Yoons disapproved of you. You weren’t quite sure why; if Sanha had for some reason told them about your tendency to skip the second half of the day, or your previous dislike for him, or if they just didn’t like the fact that you were a girl. Whenever you were at their house you noticed that they treated you much colder than the others, who they pretty much considered as five more sons. You were an outlier at his house, which was such a stark contrast from how he was treated at your house. “My parents can go choke,” He scoffed, and you looked at him strangely for a moment before bursting out laughing. You stood there in the middle of the meadow, keeled over as you just wheezed. Your sides were hurting as you laughed the hardest you ever had in probably months. Finally, as you stood up, wiping a stray tear from your cheek, you saw Sanha watching with a fond smile on his face. “Well, alright.” You said, picking up your backpack. “Let’s go to the river.” As you went on to start leading the way, Sanha casually linked his arm with yours, a simple gesture that made your chest twinge. You tended to walk home together like this but you never were bothered by it until now. And you knew that if you tried to let go he was only whine until you linked your arm with his again. It was an annoying but endearing trait about him. So the two of you continued on the path you hadn’t taken in months, not since the day you’d gone off on Sanha behind the school. It seemed like a lifetime ago, but it was less than five months. So much had changed for you. Sanha rambled on about the most random stuff, and you just listened to him, an amused smile on your face. Occasionally he’d say something you had to refute or comment on, but he mainly carried the conversation himself as usual. It was so different from your friendship with Jeongin, where either you were talking the most or neither of you said much, in a comfortable silence. That made you think about Jeongin again, and how you had dinner plans at his house tonight. When you’d told your mom, she was elated, previously she had been worried that you weren’t friends with him anymore. You knew that she loved him like a son, especially for 'getting you back in line’ again. Not that she didn’t like seeing Sanha all the time, but your mom was always preaching that you needed to balance everything in your life, including old friends and new friends. She suggested that you introduce Jeongin to your new friends, but you shrugged it off. It was okay for you all to have different friend groups, you both knew that deep down you were still each other’s best friend. In fact, Jeongin had made more new friends than you did, eight new friends as compared to your six. Soon, you knew that you were reaching the clearing that you usually practiced your dance moves at, and you got more excited. Sanha seemed to notice that you were picking up your pace, and followed suit until eventually you both were running through the grass, swerving to avoid the occasional tree. Giddy, you finally burst into the clearing, and grinned as you saw it to be exactly as you’d left it. Just twenty feet away was the riverbank, and underfoot was packed dirt with somewhat trampled grass that made it a good place for you to practice your dance moves. “This isn’t really a river.” Sanha commented, to which you pursed your lips. “It’s a river.” You said sternly, and he raised an eyebrow in amusement before changing the subject. “So what did you usually do down here when you skipped?” “The last time I was here I practiced a bit.” “Practiced?” “Oh uh, I dance a little bit.” Sanha’s eyes lit up, “Can I see?” Your eyes immediately widened, you never really danced in front of anybody except Jeongin a couple rare times. “I’m self-taught, and choreograph my own stuff, so it’s usually not that good, and-” “You choreographed it by yourself? That’s awesome!” “Well that’s doesn’t mean it’s good choreography, it’s nothing like what real dancers do or anything.” “What makes someone a 'real dancer?’” “Uh, I don’t know. Actually being successful, and not feeling like you’re going to puke at the idea of dancing in front of someone.” “Y/N, you’ll be fine. It’s just me, you know I’m not going to judge you or anything. Seriously, it’s gotta be great if you did it.” Your friend seemed to know exactly what to say to convince you, and with a sigh you brought out your phone. “I need to do a couple stretches first.” You mumbled, bending over to touch your toes, then doing a few others before returning to your phone. Sanha sat down in front of you, eagerly looking up at you. You selected the song, and quickly paused it before handing it to him. “I haven’t really practiced in a long time, by the way.” “It’ll still be awesome!” With a deep breath, you tried to focus yourself, walking to where you needed to start. Imagining the first few steps, you then nodded for Sanha to play the song. As you danced, you tried to avoid eye contact with Sanha, especially at some of the more intense parts that were inspired by idol dances. You took moves from both boy and girl groups, adding in a few of your own, and desperately tried to match it with the music. There was a couple times you’d miss the beat and have to scramble to catch up. But nonetheless, the song finally came to an end, leaving you breathing heavily and a grin on your face as Sanha clapped madly. “That was so good, Y/N!” He cheered, standing up to wrap his arms around you. You stumbled for a moment, laughing lightly as you hugged him back. “Thanks, Sanha. I messed up a bunch, though, and I know it probably looked really awkward, too. I choreographed it with the idea of a partner in mind, but Jeongin didn’t want to do it with me. I was thinking of asking Minhyuk, I know he’s been dancing for a while. Or Bin or Jinwoo, they dance too, right?” “We all dance! I can do it with you!” “Really?” You questioned, never quite pegging Sanha as the type to dance. “What do you think we all do in first period, hm?” “I honestly don’t know what your first period even is.” “It’s a free period for Jinwoo and MJ, and Music for the rest of us, so they come in and we either dance or do vocals together. We have after-school practices at Bin’s house sometimes, too.” “Wow, that’s actually pretty cool. Why haven’t I heard about this little idol group before, hm?” “We’re not idols.” Sanha pointed out, flustered as he messed with his hair. “Who knows, you boys might be one day.” “Ah, I doubt that.” “Sing for me.” He was clearly caught off guard, face turning pink as he fervently shook his head. “No way.” “Ya! You just made me dance for you!” You complained, and he seemed to realize his hypocrisy.

“Fine, fine.” Your friend took a deep breath, trying to think of a song to sing. As the melody flowed out smoothly from his mouth, you recognized it easily as I Need U, the song he had named as his favorite BTS song that one day in the hallway. It was so long ago.

Sanha’s voice was clear, surprisingly strong and level for someone his age. You found yourself transfixed as he sang, watching him intently, yet he was looking anywhere but you. As he finished the verse, you clapped excitedly, which caused a wide grin to spread across his face.

“That was so good!” You squealed,squeezing his arm supportively for a moment.

“Ah, I didn’t warm up before, but thank you.” Sanha paused, looking around for a moment.

“Something wrong, Sanha?” “No, I just- Let’s go down to the river!” Your friend suddenly burst into a run again, and with a sigh, you chased him down to the riverbank. As soon as he reached the waters’ edge, he kicked his shoes off, rolled up his pants, and stepped into the beginnings of the river. “How deep do you think it is?” He asked, and you shrugged. “It’s about up to my bellybutton, so for you, probably your hips or so.” “You’ve been swimming in it? We should go swimming!” “Yeah, in September. It’s way too cold now, and besides, we don’t even have swimsuits with us.” “So?” Sanha seemed unfazed, starting to unbutton his long sleeve school uniform shirt. He walked up to place it in the grass, then returned to the water in just his white t-shirt, gesturing for you to follow him. “Come on!” “Uh, no way.” You crossed your arms. “I can’t just take off my shirt and go swimming you ding dong! We don’t even have towels!” “Y/N, please?” He pouted, eyes pleading with you. “Nope.” “Y/N.” “Sanha.” You mimicked his whiny tone. “Y/N.” At this point, he was already up to his mid-thighs, pants soaked. “Sanha.” “It’s not even cold, it’s actually really warm!” “So?” “At least take your shoes off and get your feet wet with me.” Relenting, you slipped out of your sneakers and socks, then treading closer to the river. The water was in fact quite warm, you realized as it lapped at your ankles. Just as you were sarcastically about to ask Sanha if he was happy, you were met with a huge wave of water that reached most of the way up your legs. “Yoon Sanha!” You screeched, leaping away from him. “I’m going to kill you, you little punk!” Sanha had a mischievous grin on his face as he waded further towards the middle of the river. “How are you going to do that if you’re all the way over there?” Steeling your nerves, you took a few more steps into the river until you were close enough. With complete disregard for your earlier statements of not wearing a swimsuit or not wanting to get wet, you leapt at your friend. You successfully had tackled him in the middle of the river, causing the both of you to be almost completely submerged. As you continued your playful assault on him, more and more of you got wet, until the both of you were soaked from head to toe and tired of your river wrestling. “Well congrats, we went swimming. Now how are we supposed to go to school in soaking wet clothes?” “We don’t.” Sanha trudged out of the river, pulling his shoes back on. “If I wasn’t so cold and annoyed, I might like this bad boy side to you, Sanha.” You commented, opting just to tuck your shoes into your bag so they didn’t get muddy from the dirt accumulating on your wet feet. “Well then let’s get you less cold and annoyed so you can fully appreciate it.” Sanha offered his dry school shirt out to you. Begrudgingly, you put it on over your own wet uniform. It didn’t do much to warm you up, but you appreciated the gesture. “Thanks, Sanha.” “We should go to my house, I think it’s closest.” “Uh, your parents would most definitely not appreciate us walking into their home looking like this.” “They don’t get home for another five hours, it’s fine.” He said, taking your bag from you to carry it along with his own. So you followed Sanha to his house, which was in fact relatively close. You were thankful that school wasn’t out yet, nobody else needed to know about your midday skip and dip with Sanha. That could go downhill very quickly. Traversing through the streets barefoot, you desperately tried to keep up Sanha’s somewhat quick pace, his legs were way longer than yours. Thankfully the speed-walk helped to warm you up, and he was right about his house not being far away from the river. By the time you got to the familiar two-story house, you didn’t feel cold anymore. Until in the final stretch from the street corner to his house, the wind picked up, thoroughly chilling you to your bones. “Shit, that’s cold! You hissed, breaking out into a run towards the house. Sanha followed suit, desperately fishing his house key out and fumbling to unlock the door as the breeze kept coming. Finally, you both shoved your way through the front door, and slammed it behind you. Taking your arm in his light grip, Sanha guided you to the kitchen where he set your bags down, then upstairs. "I’ll get you some towels, and some warm clothes.” Sanha informed you, leading you into his bedroom before starting to search through his drawers. “You can change in the bathroom. Do you need anything else?” “Uhm,” You coughed awkwardly for a moment as you debated whether or not to inform him of the issue that literally every article of clothing you were wearing was soaked through. “You don’t need to give me your pants.” “Y/N, yours are absolutely drenched, you need to change!” “Yeah, well my underwear is also drenched, so that would just soak through your pants anyway!” Wordlessly, and with red cheeks, he opened another drawer and added one more article of clothing to the stack before handing them to you. You muttered a thank you before slipping into his bathroom. Starting by peeling your own wet clothes off, you took a towel to your body to dry the skin underneath, then to your hair. You attempted to tame your hair with your fingers before addressing the clothes situation. The last article of clothing Sanha had added was a pair of boxers, and you nearly burst out laughing when you saw that they had a pattern of a character from his favorite childhood cartoon. Your awkwardness faded away and you were still chuckling as you slipped them on, followed by the sweatpants and t-shirt. You were delighted to see that he had given you one of your favorite t-shirts of his, the blue and pink striped one. Whenever he wore it you would comment that he looked like someone from a kids’ tv show, which would only prompt him to puff out his cheeks and attempt to look as cutesy as possible. Emerging from the bathroom, you held your wet clothes in your arms, patiently waiting outside Sanha’s bedroom door. When he opened his door, his eyes were caught on you for a moment, and you shifted under his awestruck gaze. “Could I have a jacket or something? My arms are cold.” You requested, and he immediately snapped to attention, retreating back into his room before handing you a large zip-up hoodie.

“Thanks. Uh, where’s your dryer?” “Oh, yeah, here.” Sanha led you to the laundry room, and once you got the load started and slipped your arms into the hoodie, he dragged you out to the living room. “Movie?” “Sure, you choose.” You said apathetically, tucking yourself into the corner of the couch. He promptly settled in beside you, resting his head against your side as he looked through his Netflix. Your thoughts were elsewhere, the movie just providing background noise to your internal turmoil. Sanha was too sweet on you, and you didn’t know why. You weren’t spectacular at anything, and you definitely weren’t nearly as nice to him as he was to you. You were sarcastic, with a biting tongue, and sometimes too harsh of a sense of humor. But it never phased Sanha, he still pursued you. He softened you sometimes, like now, as you sat in his clothes on his couch, absentmindedly running your fingers through his hair; or like earlier in the meadow, when you were reading poetry together. But you were terrified, of what you would eventually do to him. This couldn’t last forever, you weren’t a soft person, you weren’t a nice person. You weren’t a person fit for Yoon Sanha. The warmth against your body was suddenly gone, and your fingers fell from the top of Sanha’s head as he sat up. You blinked in confusion, watching as he turned to face you, the most serious expression across his face that you’d ever seen. “Y/N.” He finally spoke, and you noticed that the movie had been paused. “What’s up?” “Nothing, Sanha.” You shook your head, trying to feign a smile. “No, there’s something. What’s wrong?” “Sanha, I’m fine.” “Y/N, you’re crying.” You hesitantly touched a your face, and you were, in fact, crying. Bitter tears slipped down your face, one after another. They wet your hands and your lap, but you kept crying silently. Your chest shook as you cried, and you could feel your lip quivering as you tried not to fall into full on sobs. “Talk to me, please.” He begged, grabbing your hand with his. You wrenched it away, sputtering out, “I don’t deserve a second chance. I don’t deserve your friendship. I don’t deserve you, Yoon Sanha.” “Y/N… I don’t know what else to say to make you understand that you deserve so much in life. I wish I could give it to you, and I’m sorry that I’ve failed you and that you still feel this way. If I could take all your pain and put it on myself, I absolutely would.” You could hear his voice start to waver, and when you looked up at him, his eyes were pooling with tears of his own. He looked at you with red eyes, and you could almost hear your heart breaking. “No no no, I didn’t want you to cry too.” You mumbled, wiping at his tears with your thumbs. “I’m not worth your tears, Sanha. Please don’t cry for me.” “Y/N, how the fuck could you think that?” Sanha’s voice suddenly turned hard. “Was I not good enough to you? Did I treat you so badly, that you still think you’re not worth anything? I thought I had tried my hardest, to show you that you deserve to be happy. I’m sorry, that I didn’t.” “No, Sanha, you did, I promise. You did so much for me, it’s my fault.” It really was your fault. It was always your fault. “Do you know why I wanted you to like me, why I wanted to be your friend so badly?” “Because you thought I was a wonderful person.” You answered his question with a confused frown, knowing that he had just told you this yesterday. “A wonderful person that I had- have, a huge crush on.” You just about choked on your own throat, shock halting the flow of your tears. Scanning his face for any sign of humor or something else that would signal he’s not being truthful. But there was a pink tinge across his ears and cheeks, and he had immediately started fidgeting with the hem of his shirt despite his confident words. He was telling the truth. Yoon Sanha has a crush on you. You wanted to immediately apologize to him, that he had gotten a crush on someone so horrible, that you couldn’t date him, because you wouldn’t be good enough for him, you would end up hurting him. But you stopped yourself from word vomiting. You were only thinking about yourself, pretending that it was for his sake. You’d been doing that this whole time, and you could see the disappointment and just plain tiredness on Sanha’s face from it. It was exhausting, to him and to you, to always be belittling yourself. He wanted you to love yourself, to have happiness so much, and here you were ignoring his wishes. You were hurting him almost as much as you were hurting yourself. You wanted to chastise yourself and hate yourself for being so selfish, but would that get you anywhere good? No. You needed to break this cycle. “I… have a crush on you too.” You finally let yourself say it. It would have been a big weight lifted off your chest, except an even bigger one replaced it, pinning you in place.

It was Sanha, who had practically tackled you in a hug, pushing you further back against the arm of the couch. You would have loved it, except you were awkwardly contorted, the wood underneath the upholstery of the arm pressing into your vertebrae. “Sanha, my back, please.”

“Oh, I’m sorry!” He apologized, sitting up straight again, but one of his hands had found yours, holding on firmly. “So?”

“So what?”

“Where should our first date be? Ooh, we could go get dinner tonight! I’ll pay for you and everything!”

“Sanha, I’m still wearing your clothes, no way am I going on our first date looking like this.”

“I think you look cute in my clothes.” He said with a frown, and his newfound bluntness for complimenting you made you hide your face in your hands momentarily, you could feel your cheeks heating up.

“I also already have plans with Jeongin tonight,” You added, remembering your friend, and then glancing over to the clock under the TV. School was ending in two minutes, and you nearly rolled right off the couch, hastily running to the kitchen table where your phone was.

[you: hey, i’m not at school, so i’ll just meet you at your house]

[jeongin: that’s fine. you were at school this morning, where are you now?]

[you: sanha’s house]

[jeongin: i have a couple questions]

[you: i’ll tell you about it when i see you in like, ten minutes, okay?]

[jeongin: fine]

Clicking your phone off, you returned to the living room to see a dumbfounded-looking Sanha, exactly where you had left him. “Sorry, I had to let Jeongin know I wouldn’t be walking home with him.”

Sitting back where you had been before, Sanha slowly blinked, and you reached over to take his hand in yours again, missing the feeling just in the minute you’d been away from him. You couldn’t imagine how it’d be when you actually left his house.

“That’s fine.” He plastered on a smile, and you tilted your head curiously.

“We’re having a movie night.”

“Oh that’s nice.”

“At his house.”

“Cool.”

“And we’re just friends.”

“I know.”

“And he has a girlfriend.”

“So do I.”

You nearly choked when he had said that, the heat rushing back to your cheeks. “Who says I’m your girlfriend yet?”

“Who says you’re not?” Sanha retorted, which only made you lightly smack his chest indignantly. “Okay, okay, I get it. We should have at least one date before I call you that, right?”

“Three.”

“So we’ll have one date tomorrow, and since the day after that is a Saturday, we can have two dates that day.”

As he revealed his plan to you, despite how dumb you knew it was, you found yourself still with a fond smile on your face. Yeah, he was a dork sometimes, but wasn’t that why you liked him? He was purely just… himself.

“We’ll see what happens.” You forced yourself to stand back up off the couch, still holding Sanha’s hand and pulling him off with you. “I need to go, I told Jeongin I’d meet him at his house in ten minutes, and that was two minutes ago.”

“How far away from here does he live?” Sanha followed you back into the kitchen, fingers still laced through yours.

Thinking for a moment, you tried to compose a mental map of your neighborhood. You lived between Jeongin and Sanha, closer to Jeongin’s house and the school than Sanha’s house. Thinking back to when you’d walk to either of their houses, you did a small amount of math in your head.

“Nine minutes. So I’m already late.”

“Then what’s another two minutes?”

Narrowing your eyes at Sanha, you were trying to decipher what he was implying. “Two minutes to do what?”

“I don’t know- just, not leave me yet.” He mumbled, swinging your linked hands.

A fond smile found its way onto your lips as you hoisted your schoolbag onto your shoulder, leading Sanha to the laundry room so you could get your now dry clothes. You only let go of his hand to put them in your bag, then sat at a kitchen chair to slip your shoes back on. As you stood up, you put both backpack straps on. He immediately took your hand in his again, following you to his front door like a lost puppy.

“Y/N?”

“Yes, Sanha?”

“Have fun.” Your friend? boyfriend? date mate? told you with a soft and genuine smile on his features.

You were expecting him to whine and beg you to stay, but you were pleasantly surprised to see that he was willingly let you leave to see your friend. “Thanks, I’ll text you later, okay?”

“Call.”

“Okay, I’ll call you later.” You let go of his hand and wrapped your arms around his waist tightly. “Bye, Sanha.”

“Bye, Y/N.” He hugged you back with a firm yet comforting touch.

Your chest swelled and you couldn’t help but bury your face in his chest, just loving the feeling of being with him. But you’d already wasted another two minutes getting ready to leave, and Jeongin tended to get impatient, and you knew he’d have a million questions for you when you got there. Finally you had convinced yourself to let Sanha go, and opened the front door. Outside, the breeze had settled down, and you were glad that Sanha had given you warm clothes, it was still somewhat chilly.

“Y/N, one more thing?”

“Hm?” You turned around in the threshold of his house.

He swiftly leaned down, placing a soft peck on your cheek. Your face was heating up again, and you hid your face in your hands that were covered by the sweater sleeves. “Oh.”

Sanha had something akin to a smug smile on his face, clearly proud of himself for being able to make you flustered. “Bye, Y/N!”

“Bye again.”

With that, you forced yourself out of Sanha’s front door and onto the sidewalk, giving him one final wave over your shoulder. The wind picked up again as you walked, but you could barely feel it, your insides felt all warm and fuzzy from your interaction with Sanha. Not to mention that you had wrapped his hoodie around yourself partially to block out the chills and partially just because it reminded you of him. It was ridiculous how soft you were for him already.

Arriving at Jeongin’s house and knocking on his front door, you were ready for the earful you were about to get for being five minutes late. The door swung open, and you sheepishly smiled at your friend as he took in your appearance.

“I have a lot to tell you.”

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The Lost Prince - 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Aka the Binu Prince au that no one asked for

The two had been travelling for what felt like an eternity.

Two moons had passed since he left the palace and the journey had somehow become harder. 

Having never left the palace for more than a day in his lifetime, this entire shift made him constantly uneasy. He was a creature of habit and nothing about this fit in with his system.

The food he had packed was running scarce. He should’ve realised that the course would’ve last for a few days at all but the rolls of bread he had left was diminishing. This was one of those times where he cursed his past self, if only he brought his bow and arrow he could have hunted for food.

The Prince’s stomach growled. He slammed a hand to it and blushed fiercely. Once realising he blushed in the presence of no one…he blushed even more.

‘Really,’ he thought ‘Of all the undignified things I could’ve been cursed with.” As a child and a young teen his face was constantly stained pink, from eye contact with beautiful men and women to small slip ups. He’d flush and duck his head, a smile or frown fixated on his face.

He shook his head and hit his cheeks repeatedly, right now the priority was finding food for both himself and Bobo.

He dismounted the horse and patted Bobo’s neck, he always told him that he’d done a good job after a ride but now only a smile would suffice.

The darkness was rapidly sweeping through the grassy hills and the young Prince had 2 options. Either set up camp to protect himself and Bobo from the dangers of the night or to satisfy his hungers.

Deciding that setting up camp would be the best option he unclasped his cloak and laid on the back of his horse.

As he laid the cloak down he could hear something in the distance. It was a voice.

His movements became more slow, he unsheathed his sword from the and walked towards the voice, knees bent and in a ready fighting stance. As he got closer to the voice it seemed to be less like someone talking and more like someone...singing?

The singing voice sent his heart panging. It was a bittersweet feeling, hearing someone sing beautifully when he couldn’t do it.

He lowered his voice as he got closer to it. He could now see a silhouette of a man, from what he could make out the man was around the same height as him and had a very good build.

‘He’d be able to put up a fight then.’ He thought ’But how likely is it that he’ll show aggression?”

Thinking that it wouldn’t do any harm to introduce himself he reached out his free hand to tap the man on the shoulder and the last thing he remembered was a sharp pain on the side of his head and then nothing.

‘Get up slowly, no sudden movements.’ Was the first thing the Prince heard when he came to

A smiling handsome face was looking down at him. It was a smile that seemed pure and without lies, a smile that Eunwoo wanted to smile back at.

That was until he remembered what happened and sat up abruptly, colliding their heads together.

Both sprang away from each other, both clutching their heads, only one screaming in pain.

“You! You idiot!” He hissed through clenched teeth “I told you to no sudden movements. And what did you do? You decided to catapult your head against mine. Brilliant move.”

It seemed that his pain was forgotten and instead sarcasm took its place.

But the Prince had his hands clasped together around the back of his neck and his elbows pressed tightly against the sides of his head. He was on his knees and his back was hunched over.

The man stopped chastising him once he heard the heavy breathing coming from the hunched figure.

“Hey, um, you okay there?” He reached out a hand and rubbed the strangers back. From the little he had learned from people he saw in the streets, they usually comforted each other with close physical affection. But he didn’t think the man would appreciate a kiss to the forehead or a violent hug. He looked too delicate for it.

Instead, he put his hands just under the Prince’s elbows and lifted him up so that they were face to face.

The man’s teeth were grinded together and eyebrows knitted, it was clear he was in pain, an immense amount.

But as soon as he saw his face the pain disappeared and anger replaced his it.

Eunwoo pushed against the man with as much strength as he could, sending them both sprawling to ground.

“What is your problem?” The man huffed lifting himself up and scowling down at Eunwoo who was supporting himself up on his elbows.

“All I’ve done is try to help you and you haven’t once said ‘thank you’ or even showed you’re grateful in some way.”

Eunwoo’s angry look slowly dissipated and turned into a more confused look.

‘Who was this man? It seems as though he has no care for manners of address.’ He wasn’t used to being scolded by someone who looked the same age as him and he didn’t think he liked it.

“Even the people in the southern towns have more manners than you. The southern towns!” The man continued.

Considering the Prince had never ventured as far as the forests surrounding their palace he had no knowledge of their manners, or lack of it.

The man stood there breathing heavily while pointing a hand towards the south and staring accusatively down at Eunwoo.

It might have been a few seconds, or it might have lasted a minute. But the awkwardness and tension in the air made it feel more drawn out.

The prince let his stubbornness take over, maintaining his glare and refusing to back down. It seemed the stranger had the same streak of obstinacy because he mimicked the angry stare.

Eventually though, the man grew tired. He rubbed a hand over his face and reached out a hand to the prince.

“I’m Moonbin.” The prince made no move to respond. Moonbin sighed and tensed his arm.

“I’m. Moonbin.” He repeated, pausing between each word.

At the lack of response, he closed his palm into a fist.

“Usually, it’s considered polite manners to respond a greeting.” He squatted down so him and the prince were at eye level.

“I don’t know who you are,” he whispered. He lifted a hand and gestured at the Prince’s clothes, a slight sneer gracing his face. “But I have no care for nobles. You’re far from where you belong, and out here everyone is the same. Rank doesn’t exist. So I would suggest you to swallow your pride and talk to the commoners you deem unworthy of your time.”

He stood up, never once blinking. His face was impassive yet there was an energy buzzing around him. Like he couldn’t believe he finally did it, stood up to a bully, stood up to someone that had caused so much of his suffering.

“We may not have all your money, or all the advantageous that you have. But it doesn’t mean you’re better than us. Out here you’re like us, dirt. Common.”

The prince also stood up, drawing himself to his full height and puffing his chest. While he hated pulling out his royal status, there was little he hated besides being belittled. He opened his mouth and…silence. No words came out. No matter how much he tried to force the words out nothing came. The more he tried to force the words out the more it hurt. His already torn throat felt like it was on fire. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes and every rational thought was telling him to stop, telling him it was doing more harm than good. But he had to. He had to speak. He couldn’t not speak.

He fell to the ground, shaking arms being the only thing supporting him. Slowly, one by one, tears fell from his unblinking eyes, landing perfectly on the dry ground. Perfect, that’s all he was known as, right?

Perfect face, perfect student, perfect prince, the epitome of perfection.

Not anymore though.

He flinched from the sudden touch. The stranger, Moonbin, had touched his arm.

“um, are you okay?” All the fire that had captured his being had been doused out and replaced with concern.

It wasn’t Moonbin’s fault, he had no connection to the witch, Eunwoo knew that, but he couldn’t help but vent his frustrations on the man.

He grabbed the hand on his arm and threw it away with as much force as he could.

Trying to turn away was unsuccessful as Moonbins hand returned to his arm and had gripped it tight.

“Why won’t you talk to me?” he said calmly.

Somehow the calm was scarier than him raising his voice. Eunwoo shook his head.

Moonbin gripped tighter and raised his voice slightly.

“Why won’t you talk to me?”

Again, Eunwoo shook his head. This time squeezing his eyes shut.

Moonbin gripped his other arm and shook him once, now seething.

“Why won’t you talk?”

Eunwoo opened his mouth and shook his head slightly.

He flitted his eyes between each of Moonbin’s eyes, as if trying to explain everything just through them.

He must have understood something because the grip on his arms relaxed slightly, and the hostile look waned.

Eunwoo freed one arm and hovered his hand over his throat, using his other hand to point at it.

Thankfully, it seemed Moonbin wasn’t dim-witted for he realised that the reason the prince didn’t say anything was not because he didn’t want to. But it was because he couldn’t.

Moonbin hit the back of his neck with his palm, letting out an awkward laugh.

“Ah, I really didn’t know. Um, hopefully? Maybe? We can put this behind us?”

Eunwoo crossed his arms, raising his brows.

“Ah what am I saying… Um, I apologise for how I acted, even though you were acting jerk.”

Eunwoo bristled, even when apologising this man trod on every one of his nerves.

He was impossible.

“Wrong thing to say?” He gave an awkward smile, face flushed pink. “How about we start over?”

Despite the way he managed to irritate him, Eunwoo strangely found his clumsy personality endearing.

Moonbin gave a smile, his features softening instantly. He stuck out a hand, and said, almost too cheerfully

“Good day, I’m Moonbin.  And who might who be?”

Eunwoo couldn’t seem to stop his lips curving into a smile. He reached out and gripped Moonbin’s hand.

He mouthed ‘Eunwoo’. Even still, at the back of his head, the fact that he wouldn’t be able to speak still lingered.

“Woo-woo?” Moonbin asked, head tilted questioningly.

The prince’s mouth widened into a silent laugh and his eyes formed crescent shapes. Between laughs he managed to mouth out his name again. This time mouthing each syllable carefully and slowly.

“Ah, Eunwoo?”

He gave a joyful nod at Moonbin finally getting his name right.

“Pretty name.” Moonbin said gleefully.

That was the catalyst for Eunwoo’s reaction.

It was unexpected to say the least, someone (especially a handsome stranger) complimenting you.

So for him to start choking on air was a reasonable reaction.

“Your face is red.” Moonbin cooed. “So are your ears! Wow you’re really red. Are you feeling okay?”

He was teasing him. Alarm bells were ringing in his head. He had to do something, he had to escape otherwise he’d make a fool of himself.

Eunwoo did the only thing that he thought appropriate of someone of his royal status.

He placed his hands together, mimed going to sleep and walked towards where Bobo was resting and laid on the ground.

Pretending to sleep? That was a form of tactical retreat. Wasn’t it?

He laid there tensely for a few minutes and waited until he heard Moonbin moving to relax.

“You’re pretty cute when you blush.” He heard over the sounds of the fire crackling.

[plastic--hearts]

“I have, too”

day eight of ‘one day, one fic - september’

prompt: people age until they reach 18 and then stop ageing until they meet their soul mate so they can grow old together. However, they only age during the time they spend together (in close proximity).

pairing: binu

word count: 2611 

note: this was honestly one of my favourite prompts to write. I’m considering writing another oneshot with it for another pairing.... thoughts?

When Dongmin and Bin left moved in together, no one thought anything of it. They had been friends forever, after all. Renting an apartment together made more sense than getting random flatmates, and since they saved money in the process, it couldn't get much better than that. 

When Jinwoo first met the two of them, they were both 18 and bright-eyed, ready to face the world alongside one another. Being two years older than them, he had taken them under his wing, in a way. He was like their parent away from home, and the two of them were always thankful for his calm and caring personality.

--

Five years later, he was sitting across from them in their living room, sinking into the second-hand armchair the three of them had hauled up together however many years ago and watching the two of them interact. Bin was sitting with his back against the corner of the couch, where the armrest met the backrest, with Dongmin sitting between his legs and leaning against his chest. Bin had one arm draped over his best friend’s chest, while the latter was playing with Bin’s fingers absentmindedly. As he observed them, he realised something.

“You both look so much more mature than you did when I first met you.”

“It hasn't been that long, Jinjin,” Bin laughed. “We’re not old men like you.”

“Hey! I'm only two years older than you guys!”

The two friends laughed at Jinwoo’s pout. “Well, the two of us are still technically 18… Actually, aren't you still 18, too?” Dongmin pointed out. “Isn’t it weird how that works?”

Jinwoo shrugged. “Yeah, I guess so…” He then looked over his two friends with a fond smile. “I think you guys are going to end up looking older than me, though.”

Dongmin turned his head to look up at Bin, who shrugged, then looked back at Jinwoo. “What are you implying?”

Jinwoo chuckled at their blissful ignorance. “I’m not implying anything. I guess you guys will have to figure it out for yourselves.”

“Must you be cryptic?” Bin groaned, causing Dongmin to laugh.

“Yes, I happen to enjoy it.”

--

Later that evening, while Dongmin was cooking, Bin was sitting on the counter beside him, pondering Jinwoo’s words. What could they possibly mean? Had they found their soulmates already and were just unaware of it?

He looked at his best friend, whose head was ducked over the carrots he was chopping. Did Dongmin look older than he used to five years ago? Dongmin had always looked the same to Bin. Well, except for that one summer when Dongmin had gone off to his grandparents’ for two whole months and came back taller and even more captivating to Bin. He clearly remembers spending the last few days of that summer listening to all of Dongmin’s stories while he shovelled foreign candy into his mouth.

Bin was pulled back into reality when Dongmin sighed softly. “What’s up?” he asked, watching his friend push all the chopped vegetables into a saucepan.

Dongmin shook his head, meeting Bin’s eyes for a brief moment before turning around to grab something from the wooden shelves. “Nothing, just tired.”

“Do you want me to take over?” Bin asked, preparing himself to jump off the counter.

Dongmin smiled at Bin and shook his head again when he turned around. “No, that’s okay.”

“Okay.”

Bin stayed where he was until he deemed Dongmin nearly done, after which he got off the counter and pulled out two plates from the cabinet he had been sitting on. Along with two pairs of chopsticks and a few napkins, Bin placed them on their small table, moving aside Dongmin’s stack of papers so he could properly set the table. He then went back into the kitchen to find Dongmin still in front of the stove, stirring the food. Like clockwork, he moved to wrap his arms around Dongmin’s waist, resting against his back and smiling when he felt one of Dongmin’s hands come to rest on his interlocked ones. Bin only let go when Dongmin had to handle the food - they had learnt the hard way that it wasn’t a good idea.

When they sat down and Bin took a bit of the food, he sighed happily, giving Dongmin a goofy smile. “This is great, as usual,” he said with a mouth still full of food.

Dongmin laughed, his fond smile pushing his eyes into little crescents. “I don't think anyone will ever love my food as much as you do, Binnie.”

Bin shrugged, still smiling. “Nothing wrong with that.”

--

When they had finished up dinner, done the dishes and Dongmin had left to take a shower, Bin sat on his bed, looking at old photos. Their parents had given them a photo album on their first Christmas away filled with snapshot after snapshot of the two of them through the years. He smiled at the ones of them as kids, at birthday parties and sleepovers, on camping trips and ice-cream outings. There was a section in the album dedicated to photos of them on their first days of school, starting with the 3rd grade and ending with the day they were leaving for college.

Bin pulled the latter out of its plastic pouch gently, and held it up to his face to examine it. Dongmin had his signature smile on his face, one arm around Bin’s shoulders and the other holding a small cardboard box. The photo ended just above their waists, making their faces the main focus. In the picture, Bin was laughing at something his sister, just outside of the frame, had said.

He looked at Dongmin’s face again. He was still the same Dongmin he knew, the same one who was currently singing in the shower, who had made them dinner. His face nowadays was a little leaner, a little sharper, but that was because he didn't eat as much as he used to. Bin didn't understand how that was possible, and always made sure that Dongmin had at least two meals, but being a law school student meant stress, and stress meant a lack of appetite.

Other than that, though, he looked the same.

Bin put the photo back, placing the album down on the bed, then pulled out his phone and opened the photo gallery. He scrolled through numerous pictures of Dongmin from the time they were 18 to now, trying to see if his face had changed. He zoomed in close on all the pictures, so engrossed in his search that he didn't notice the door open and Dongmin walk in. When he felt the bed dip beside him he jumped, dropping his phone in the process, and turned to see Dongmin sitting behind him only in his pyjama pants, peering over his shoulder.

“Missing the good old days?”

“Oh my god you scared me!” Bin exclaimed, clutching at his chest, and picked up his phone with his free hand to shut the screen off. He moved a bit so he didn’t have to awkwardly crane his neck to look at Dongmin.

Dongmin hummed in curiosity, his eyebrows raised. “What? You’re done?”

Bin couldn’t say anything. He was too engrossed in looking at his best friend’s face. A face that reminded him of home - hell, that was home, in a way. There was no Bin without Dongmin, and vice versa.

However, hidden in the familiar soft curves and hard edges were newer details. Details that Bin had gradually seen take over Dongmin’s face and therefore had never consciously noticed. Now that he was really paying attention, he could see the way Dongmin’s face hadn’t just gotten thinner due to a smaller diet, but rather due to, well, age. His eyes were a little less wide, a little less inquisitive than they used to be; they were more mature now, warmer and softer.

Or maybe he was just making this all up. Maybe Jinwoo’s words had gotten to him.

“What?” Dongmin asked again, eyes meeting Bin’s.

Bin shook his head before clearing his throat and looking away. “Nothing.”

“Bin, I know you better than that.” Dongmin poked him in the side, causing him to squirm a bit. “What is it?”

“I was just thinking about what Jinwoo had said,” Bin quickly replied, waving a hand. “It’s nothing. He’s just dumb.”

Dongmin didn’t say anything in response, but Bin could see him out of the corner of his eye. He could tell his friend was scanning his face, trying to see whether or not Bin was lying.

“Okay,” he finally said, deeming Bin trustworthy. “Why were you thinking about it?

Bin just shrugged, picking at his blanket. He didn’t want Dongmin to know that Jinwoo had gotten in his head.

“Bin.”

“Hmm?”

“Look at me.”

Bin did as he was told, raising his eyes to meet his friend’s gaze.

“Do you think that we’ve found our soulmates?” Dongmin asked, voice softer than it had been.

“I think you’ve found your soulmate,” Bin replied just as quietly.

Dongmin furrowed his brows and tilted his head to the side ever so slightly. “Who?”

“Maybe someone from school. How about that dancer guy, what was his name? Minhyuk? Or Yoohyeon, with the pink hair and nice voice?”

“No, definitely not either of those people.”

“Well, I still look the same as I used to when I was 18.” Bin shrugged, picking up the photo album and shaking it for emphasis. “Nothing new there.”

Dongmin was quiet again, except this time Bin knew exactly what he was looking at and thinking of. He was looking at Bin’s face, thinking of whether or not it had changed. Dongmin’s eyes scanned his features, and Bin watched as he bit his lip before their gaze met again.

“You’ve… You've changed, too. Your eyes… They crinkle a little more nowadays when you smile,” Dongmin explained, tracing his index finger along the space beside Bin’s eye where the lines usually appear.

Bin hummed in disapproval. “That’s nothing. Your face has definitely gotten more mature.”

“Your face has never stopped changing, Bin,” Dongmin insisting. “I’ve known you practically your whole life, I would know whether you just stopped ageing randomly.”

“Who could it be, then? Jinwoo? That doesn’t make any sen-”

“Me, you idiot.”

When Bin didn’t say anything in response, he moved his hand away and averted his gaze. The two of them sat there, the weight of Dongmin’s words heavy on their shoulders.

Bin’s mind was racing at a mile a minute. That couldn’t be right. Dongmin, his best friend since forever, his soulmate? Their friendship was too good to let a potential romance ruin it. When Bin looked at Dongmin, he saw his friend. Nothing more than that.

So Bin shook his head. “No, that doesn’t make sense.”

Dongmin took a shaky breath before putting on a smile and meeting Bin’s eyes again. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry for calling you an idiot - I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Bin watched as Dongmin got up, making his way to his bed. He watched Dongmin move all the books off the blue duvet and place them carefully on his desk before undoing the sheets and getting in bed. “Could you get the lights when you get up?” Dongmin asked, back facing Bin.

“Yeah.”

He sat there for a little while longer before getting up, gathering his clothes and turning off the lights as he exited the room. When he got under the shower, he just stood there for a moment, willing for the warm water to wash his thoughts away. However, they wouldn’t leave. They insisted on running through his mind, leaving him confused.

What did the notion of soulmates entail? Someone to love you forever? No. A soulmate was just someone who would always be by your side, through better or worse, right? Someone who understood you and the experiences you’d gone through. Someone who held you up higher than anyone else in their life.

Someone like Dongmin.

Bin’s breath got caught in his throat as everything started falling into place. Dongmin had always been his biggest fan and greatest ally. He had come to every one of Bin’s dance performances, never mind if he had a big test the next day. He came, he watched, and he enveloped Bin in his arms once they ended, uncaring of how sweaty the boy was. He always took his side when Bin would be upset at someone, even though Bin knew deep down that he was wrong and was certain Dongmin knew, too. As for shared experiences, well, the majority of Bin’s life had been shared with Dongmin.

Now that he was thinking about it, Bin never liked any of the people Dongmin dated. They were fine people, of course - Dongmin had good tastes - but he always knew they weren’t quite right for him. Was that him being objective, or him being protective? Jealous, even? All of them disliked how touchy Bin and Dongmin were, as though that wasn’t normal for best friends.

Wasn’t it normal? Especially for two friends who had known each other for as long as Dongmin and Bin had?

The more Bin thought about it, the clearer it got. Dongmin was his soulmate, and not just platonically. Bin couldn’t imagine his life without Dongmin. He couldn’t imagine Dongmin living on someone else’s side. It had to be Bin - there wasn’t any other option that made sense.

Hurriedly turning off the water, he stepped out of the shower and got dressed before making his way back to the room. He opened and closed the door as quietly as possible, waiting for his eyes to get adjusted to the dark room before moving over to Dongmin’s bed. He lifted the sheets and slid in beside him, immediately wrapping his arms around Dongmin’s waist and pulling him into his chest.

“Bin, what are you doing?” Dongmin asked, pulling himself out of Bin’s arms. He sniffled a little and winced before curling into himself, trying to get as far away from Bin as possible.

“Are you crying?” Bin asked softly, feeling his chest tighten. He hated seeing Dongmin hurt.

“No.”

“You are crying,” Bin murmured, feeling tears pricking his own eyes. “Dongmin…”

“Don't say anything, please.”

“I have to say this. You were right. We are soulmates.”

Bin heard Dongmin sniffle again and felt him shake his head. “Don't say that to make me feel better.”

“I’m not,” Bin insisted. “You’re always there for me. You support me like no one else. You pick me up when I'm down, and always put me above anyone else. And I love you for it.”

Dongmin was quiet for a moment, then turned around to face Bin, letting him see his tear stained cheeks. In the low light filtering from the window, Bin could see the exhaustion and hurt in Dongmin’s eyes, which only made him want to hold him close and never let him go.

“You love me for it?” Dongmin asked quietly.

Bin nodded, placing a hand on Dongmin’s cheek and wiping away the tears with his fingers. “I do. I love you.”

“I've always loved you,” Dongmin murmured, fingers wrapping around Bin’s wrist. “For as long as I can remember, Bin, I’ve loved you.”

Bin smiled softly before pressing a kiss to Dongmin’s forehead. “I’m pretty sure I have, too.”

Dongmin sputtered. “That’s literally the worst way you could confess, Bin.”

Bin laughed, his heart swelling with the love he had for Dongmin - as it always did. “Oh, just shut up and kiss me.”

[astrofireworks]

astro witch coven au (sanha)

au masterlist

The very last one to tumble into the Astro coven

Part-timed at the SF9 coven for a while

So sometimes you have specialised covens like the VIXX coven (in charms and talismans) and the Snuper coven (in healing)

and sometimes you have hodgepodge covens who have one specialist for whatever you need like a one-stop shop

such as Bangtan and Astro (where you can get potions, herbs and charms in the same house – which makes it endlessly easy for harried house-witches in each of their neighbourhoods to pick up stuff they need)

another such example is SF9

and at that point in time SF9 suddenly had a boom of magical people in their neighbourhood

so they had a lot of orders and stuff pouring in so Youngbin decided to hire some smol part-timers

i.e., excited young witches eager to flex their magical fingers and put their powers to good use to earn some pocket money

and so this is how smol Chani and Sanha, with their bright eyes and nimble fingers and penchant for mischief, end up part-timing for SF9

earned a little pocket money, earned a lot of experience

Chani mainly worked with the potion masters Zuho and Hwiyoung and with the gardening witch Dawon

Sanha spent most of his time with Youngbin, Jaeyoon and Inseong in the charms room after magic school, preparing different sets of crystals for spells they needed to do

Happiness charm? A bottle cap inscribed with ‘happiness’ in Inseong’s neat script, two crystals and three leaves

Calming charm? A hairclip that Jaeyoon’s scribbled on in white paint marker, a bottle of distilled water and four crystals

Cooling crystals? A small blue crystal and a thin copper wire

Sanha’s got it mostly in his head, but anything he doesn’t know, he consults a small manual written in Youngbin’s messy scrawl and prepares the sets for them

Very nimble fingers and can pack things really well and fast!!! Bless Sanha

Occasionally when the three weren’t as busy, Sanha skipped downstairs to help Taeyang and Rowoon with small errands like delivery

Helped Rowoon, a frost witch, deliver ice bags to people around the neighbourhood

Or sometimes helped Taeyang, an elemental witch, package stuff he spins out of thin air and label them for customers

Sometimes messed up the names and stuff but Taeyang sorted them out eventually

also earned a lot of exasperation and fondness

Sanha really is a pure bean he just needs the right goading to turn into a lil shit

Like that time Dawon was napping in his greenhouse

Sanha and Taeyang releasing tiny butterflies made out of thin copper wires charmed to fly for less than an hour into the air

Dawon nearly panicking because he thought they were eating up his children

Or that time Sanha ‘accidentally’ swapped out Jaeyoon’s dry-erase markers for permanent ones

And Jaeyoon usually uses them to note a list of charms and clients on his arm for easy reference so he can erase them later

Cue Jaeyoon walking around the whole day being grumpy because Chani and Sanha charmed his ink to stay on for 24 hours

Carried onto the Astro coven ohohoho I have so many stories from the Sanha-MJ vs Bin prank war

Bin loves pranking Sanha it’s hilarious

Like that one beetle incident

And also that shouting charm incident

Filed under Bin’s profile if you’re interested

More to come

But yes and so like this, business eventually settled into a steady rhythm

until Sanha’s dad decided to move them halfway across the country

rip Sanha’s after-school money-making means

But Sanha has to adjust to a new magic school and make new friends and stuff so the first month or so he doesn’t really have the time to go out and part-time anyway

Ok a bit more about the magic school system

I realise I’ve never gone into this with much detail rip but now I’ve gone into it with too much detail 

Me: I need to publish Sanha’s profile asap

Also me: ok but first you need to rewrite the laws of physics in each single AU you have

But basically you go to school for basic magic stuff like learning the theories and learning what different branches of magic there are

imagine Hogwarts but in a house and with like 10 magical kids at differing magical levels and ages

so they all learn the theory portion together in the mornings

and occasionally instead of magical theory they cover actual stuff they need for national exams because I mean ??? they still need qualifications just in case they want to go into something non-magical

but because they’re all of differing magical levels and different magical backgrounds, they spend the second half of the day either Shadowing their parents’ magic business or if their parents worked in a non-magical line, Shadowing a specialist coven

and this ‘specialist’ coven they Shadow usually falls in line with their interest

like how Chani was interested in botany and spent his Shadow time with the botany witch coven Honeyst (after which he went to Dawon’s greenhouse to learn more while earning pocket-money)

and this is the route the rest of Astro took too, with Eunwoo’s training in the Snuper coven and Rocky helping out in his cousin’s potions room and Bin living nearly full-time in the VIXX coven

and eventually in their later years they either fade out of theory entirely and just work in their specialist line or continue with national exams and go into non-magical lines

Sanha’s parents chose the non-magical line and work in entertainment, which doesn’t really require much of their magic but is largely enjoyable for them all the same

And so Sanha’s left with the choice to either specialise or go non-magical like his parents

But he knows deep down that he does want to do magic so that’s that

And so he has to specialise

I mean, he was thinking of specialising in charms with SF9 but since he’s moved halfway across the country he can no longer do so

And so he flounders around looking for help

Until one day Chani calls to tell him to knock on the door of the Astro coven to look for a place because while a lot of covens would love to have Sanha, the only Charmers there are in the neighbourhood are the VIXX coven and the Astro coven

And while VIXX is an established specialist coven, after Bin left, N’s been swamped with new students looking to create charms and talismans too

And not to worry!!! Because apparently Dawon knows a blood ritualist in that coven and apparently they’re all very nice and looking for some help

So Sanha marches up to the Astro coven door and rings the first magical doorbell he sees (MJ’s) and introduces himself

Sanha shouting: “HI I’M SANHA I’D LIKE TO LEARN MORE ABOUT CHARMS AND MAGIC”

Jinjin, hauling this idiot in because who the hell shouts about this in the middle of the street????

Rocky, coven leader, sizing this beanpole up

Tol smol

Skinny

Easily startled

Lil bit dumb

Not sure if he wants to take him but-

MJ bursting into the kitchen where Rocky and Jinjin have Sanha sat down

“HELLO YES PLS TAKE THEM ONE OF OUR OLD NEIGHBOURS CALLED AND SAID HE’S A SWEETHEART”

temporarily forgets that Rockjin have no idea about KNK’s extensive immigration history

also comes to regret this statement many incidents of Sanha Talks Shit & Gets Hit™ later

Jinjin dragging Binu out of their second floor cave to evaluate this young son

Eunwoo peering into Sanha’s eyes and agreeing immediately because Sanha looks so pure and cute he can’t help it he’s weak

Binnie giving Sanha a couple of trinkets and asking him to sort them into charm sets for him

Sanha doing well so far until he comes across a dead beetle and yelps

Binnie’s eyes twinkling

“yES ROCKY I’M VERY SURE I WANT THIS ONE”

rip Sanha

Rocky, incredulous,

Instant best friends with MJ

Plays so well with MJ Bin gets alarmed because

He can prank MJ and he can prank Sanha but

Both at once???? He’ll admit he’s a little alarmed

Can talk to MJ about nothing for ages

Although MJ can’t talk for ages

He’s old, forgive him – he tires easily

Also that one time he talked about nothing to MJ and managed to turn the entire house purple and KNK’s coven house black

Incredible

And long story short, Rocky was the one who agreed that Sanha move in with them and train under all of them in the end

But if you ask him now lmao he’ll deny it to his death

He personally feels that Sanha is truly one of the most powerful witches he’ll ever meet and have the opportunity to apprentice

Although all he’s asked Sanha to do so far in his apprenticeship is fetching potion ingredients

Something Sanha is Actually Terrible at

Comes out into the garden with a list of different herbs Rocky wants found within two hours

One and a half hours of searching and talking to Chani and Dawon on speakerphone later he’s only found basil and it’s only because Jinjin was collecting some for dinner later

Jinjin sighing and slowly sifting through the list with Sanha  

Papa!Jinjin slowly teaching his son how to differentiate between plants

belleaves (non-spiky leaves, brownish-green, edible) and balleaves (also non-spiky leaves, greenish-brown, to be strained out of the potion at the end of brewing)

Rohas (space violet, five-petalled, strong smell, used in Healing aromatherapy potion brews) and Roahs (vivid plum, five-petalled, slightly sweeter and milder smell, used in Calming aromatherapy potion brews)

English parsley and Chinese parsley (for fun because Jinjin sends Sanha out to collect herbs for dinner sometimes)

Sanha struggling through himself when it comes to non-agricultural potion ingredients like feathers and stuff

Tries to ask Bin but then Bin starts asking him to help him collect other stuff too so he just kind of panics and runs away

Bin being mildly confused because didn’t Sanha prefer making charm sets anyway

He does, but he also prefers seeing Rocky’s proud beam when Sanha comes to him, exhausted and covered in whatever it took to catch that one pigeon to get that one singular feather off its back

Rocky raising his hand to pat Sanha on the shoulder

Rocky also letting Sanha sit in the Potions room (out-of-bounds to MJ and Bin after that One Incident with Magical Water Balloons) and complete tasks Bin’s set him

As long as he keeps a 2m radius from his cauldron, that is

Sorry Sanha

Because no matter how talented Sanha is, he’s still a Grade A Idiot

Like that one time Sanha nearly knocked over Rocky’s prized cauldron and Rocky got so mad about it

he slipped a potion into Sanha’s flask that made his skin purple for a week

and it was really funny bc Sanha usually flops around outside in the garden helping Jinjin because he’s mostly tasked to collect potions ingredients after he finishes assembling charm sets for Bin

but then with purple skin he was too afraid to go out of the house to even go to school lest Humans see him

so he just kind of whined at the window at Jinjin and MJ until Jinjin personally begged Rocky to either give Sanha back his regular skin colour or to give him something else to do

needless to say Sanha probably will never go near the cauldron ever again

wahahah i’m finally done with astro’s profiles it’s drabble time

[astro-imagines-that-are-bad]

Speak of the Devil

Binu one shot (not requested)

Notes: first time writing Binu and one of my first ship fics. No warnings

Genre: Fluff

Premise: Eunwoo works at an animal shelter, and there is a certain regular visitor that catches his eye.

Believe it or not, Cha Eunwoo actually wasn’t the biggest fan of animals. He didn’t dislike them, but he only really took a job at a shelter because he really needed a job. Regardless, He was really good at his job. All the animals really liked him, and he attracted a lot of young people with his incredible looks. He had a gentleness about him that radiated to all animals around him, and they would ask him to deal with the problematic and violent dogs. Because of his inherent ability at his job, he didn’t pay much attention to what was going or who was there. Actually, one of the only assignments he really enjoyed was working in the catillion. It’s a room (of course the name is a bad pun) where there are several of their well mannered cats that anyone can go in and see and pet without going through a staff member. Whenever the shelter was well staffed, Eunwoo would be placed in the catillion just to make sure that the cats were okay and being treated well by the members. He would usually end up with a cat on his lap and zone out until a kid asked to pet ‘his cat’

Moonbin loves animals with all of his heart. He has had cats, dogs, parakeets, hampsters, ferrets, and even a chinchilla at one point. (Don’t ask). Because of his busy schedule with his band, however, he could never get a full time job, despite dreaming of working with animals. Since he was little, Moonbin always felt a connection with creatures of all shapes and sizes. He would just sit and look at a shy dog, and after a few minutes, they would be best friends. Because of his obsession with animals, the local shelter was a haven for him. Talking to them, either in glances, or gestures, or even just babbling, and petting the kittens through the cages was something he treasures more than anything. But especially, Moonbin loves the catillion. Having the ability to pet animals with no walls or cages makes the experience that much better.

It was just a normal day for Cha Eunwoo. He came to work, cleaned a few cages, and was placed in the catillion to watch over a group of elementary schoolers who were visiting the shelter for a field trip. However, he stayed in the peaceful room with a tortishell cat named Toya on his lap for several hours more. Towards the end of his shift, just as he was getting up, a lean boy, who looked to be about his age stepped into the room, closing the door behind himself quietly. He then went to pet the friendly tuxedo cat that always greeted catillion guests before turning around and nearly jumping out of his skin when he saw Eunwoo. He made a small yelp, almost like a cat himself before placing a hand on his chest. “Oh! You scared me half to death. Don’t sneak up on me like that.” “I didn’t sneak up at all. I’ve been sitting here the entire time.” Eunwoo retorted smartly, trying to cover up how flustered he was by this extremely handsome boy’s appearance. At this, the boy raised a finger, as if to object, but instead sighed and let out a chuckle, one that sounded like large wind chimes, musical and deep. “I guess you’ve got me there. You must come here a lot for Toya to be that comfortable with you. She usually doesn’t approach visitors.” Moonbin relayed, giving a sidelong glance at the cat, still peacefully curled up on Eunwoo’s lap. “I actually work here.” Eunwoo gestured at his name tag, on the left side of his Polo shirt. Upon realising this, Moonbin basically kicked himself. He had been too focused on this person’s long lashes and beautiful skin to notice the uniform and name tag of the shelter he visits basically every day. “You must come here a lot if you know that about this cat when I don’t.” Eunwoo broke the silence, curious as to how he hadn’t noticed the boy before if he truly came here that much. “Yeah…I come basically every day been school, and some days after. I don’t think I’ve seen you here before though. Are you new?” Moonbin queried, thinking he would definitely have noticed an angel working at his favorite animal shelter. “No, I’m not new, but I usually only work evening, so I guess that’s why you haven’t seen me before. I’m Eunwoo, by the way. I should probably know the name of such a regular visitor.” Eunwoo tried to make that come out flirty, but his tongue didn’t cooperate and instead made him sound cold and uncooperative. “I’m Moonbin, it’s nice to meet you, and I might just start coming in the evenings more often.” He mused, half to himself before giving Toya a stroke and walking out of the catillion, leaving Eunwoo sitting there in shock.

. Actually, Moonbin did start coming in the evenings, and Eunwoo took notice. He stopped daydreaming and instead would watch what this boy would do. He noticed how he almost had a language with the animals. His voice would be lower and more energetic with the dogs, except when the shy ones came into play. He would sound almost regal, with a silky voice account the cats. High and gleeful with the kittens, and full of energy with the puppies. His eyes would shine around animals, and he would almost take on some of their traits himself. When he smiled, he mimicked the dogs with their enthusiasm, but his calm face was closer to a cat’s calm demeanor. Eunwoo saw Moonbin, and developed strong feelings for this kind person who came so often that all the other staff knew him.

. Moonbin wasn’t only paying attention to the animals though. He stole glances at Eunwoo while playing with the kittens. He saw a softness in his beautiful face when a cat would sit in his lap, and he noticed the small smile when the three-legged dog approached him in the hall. To any other observer, Eunwoo would have appeared to be unfazed by the cute animals he worked with, but Moonbin saw him fall in love with the job, and Moonbin fell in love with him along the way. But until one fateful night, the two only watched each other, taking not of the idiosyncrasies of their faces, blushing if they were caught in the act. That night, Eunwoo was in the catillion again, with another cat sitting on his work khakis. This one was one of a pair of twins, both white with ginger stripes. As he gently smiled and pet the small cat, Moonbin entered the room, with that same gentle demeanor, and sat down next to Eunwoo on the bench. The two looked at each other, nit speaking at all until Moonbin broke the silence awkwardly. “That one has a twin sister right? That cat, I mean.” Moonbin sputtered, twisting his hands awkwardly. “Yeah, she does…well speak of the devil.” Just as Eunwoo answered, the other cat hopped on to the bench and settled down on Moonbin’s lap. “Hah…funny coincidence. I guess we’ll both have to be here for a while.” Moonbin said with an awkward laugh. Somehow, neither of them minded.

(sorry if this turned out poorly, I got a burst of inspiration late at night. I hope you enjoy and don’t be afraid to request)