#bol4 stars over me

[pantoneyoongi]

the sun & the sky | ksj ; knj ; kth

series ; the sun & the sky 

summary ; a mini-series about two best friends, their love lives, and what they wouldn’t give to make sure the other was happy. 

blog tag ; series: tsns 

PREQUEL: THE MOON || THE SUN, THE SKY, & THE MOON ↠ featuring ; seokjin x you (sun), seokjin x sky  word count ; tbd

description

your best friend means the world to you. that’s why you call her sky - she encompasses everything, always, whether night or day. you’d give anything to protect her, would do anything to keep her from getting hurt. 

you were the one thing you didn’t think you had to protect her from. your life, maybe. your home, maybe. but not you, as a person. until seokjin happened. until seokjin becomes the catalyst threatening to rip all of your promises apart.

tracklist ; irresponsible - kiana lede; when i fall in love - bol4; urs - niki; when emma falls in love - taylor swift; like me, like me - katherine li; fools - troye sivan 

part one: i think i fell in love

part two: to tell you the truth, sometimes i wish i was her

part three: everything is shattering, and it’s my mistake

part four: why would you look at me that way? 

-- coming soon!

ORIGIN: THE SUN || THE SUN & THE STARS ↠ featuring ; taehyung x you (sun) word count ; 31.9k

description ; 

taehyung’s known you almost his whole life - his sister’s best friend, the girl who invades his home and his life on the daily. you’re the one who gave his sister the nickname ‘sky’ to begin with - and also the one who relented when he whined about it at age five and said okay, you can be the stars, then. 

it’s funny, because to him, you’re just the petty, mischievous neighbor from across the street with a penchant for stealing his snacks. but over the years, you’ve somehow landed yourself a reputation that stretches beyond the 1.5 year age gap he has with you - for someone who generally likes to keep things low key, you sure have a way of drawing attention. 

sky’s friendly, teasing best friend is known for being cold, impassive, and immovable. which is weird, because when he’s around you, all he sees are unabashed grins and terrible jokes. until he realizes maybe he doesn’t know you like he thought he did. maybe they’re right - it just so happens that the walls you throw up around him look a little different from the walls you throw up around everyone else. 

tracklist ; willow - taylor swift, give me your forever - zack tabudlo ft. billkin, limbo - keshi

blog tag ; series: kths

tags ;  college!au, best friend’s little brother!au, childhood friends to lovers, cold/ice princess reputation!you, angst, fluff, mentions of absent parents and financial instability, brief mentions of infidelity, heavy emphasis on platonic friendships tbh, pov switches

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | epilogue

SPIN-OFF: THE SKY || THE SKY & THE EARTH ↠ featuring ; namjoon x you (sky) word count ; tbd

-- coming soon!

[chvrrycola]

RYUJIN’S DREAM DATE

word count: 1.3k

warnings: none i think

currently listening to: stars over me by bol4

ryujin had been going on and on about how excited she was for this date all week. you had gotten a text from her on monday evening telling you that she had had the best idea and that you had to cancel any plans you might have for saturday. 

fortunately your day was already free, but that hadn’t stopped ryujin from reminding you to not let anything potentially spoil the day. she was looking over your shoulder whenever she spotted you working on something, asking how long it would take to reassure herself you most definitely would not allow it to creep over into your weekend.

you also made regular attempts to get more details out of her, but she completely froze up the second you started asking questions, giving away nothing more than the time of the train you were getting and the platform you had to meet her on. and that it was gonna be the best date of your life of course.

she hadn’t been able to come see you on friday evening like she usually would, presumably because she had had to shift around all the work she had, but her constant stream of texts reminding you when and where to meet her almost made you forget that she wasn’t in the room with you.

you arrived at the station almost half an hour early, not wanting there to be even the slightest chance that you would miss the train. it was maybe a little earlier than you had been going for, but you knew it wouldn’t be wasted when you saw ryujin, already there, checking her phone for the tickets she had sent you the confirmation for a week earlier.

she was so engrossed in the screen that you managed to walk up behind her without her realising at all. the second she saw you, though, her excited energy bubbled over, the fact that you had made the extra effort to get there on time not going unnoticed. she wrapped her arms around your neck and squealed into your shoulder, swaying your bodies side to side. 

you passed the time in a coffee shop, choosing the one nearest your gate so that you could be sure you weren’t going to miss the train. you were slightly surprised to see her so nervous, but you knew it was just because of how perfect she knew the day could be, and the guilt she’d feel if she felt like the one who caused it to go awry. 

you reached for her hand as you walked alongside the train, looking for your carriage, squeezing it as her gaze flicked frantically between the train and her phone. she smiled back at you, brow unfurrowing for a second before she went back to consulting the tickets. 

she seemed to loosen up the second you reached your seats, shepherding you down the carriage and insisting you took the window seat. you hadn’t realised the journey would be so long, and became increasingly intrigued as you checked the list of stations the train would be stopping at, trying to figure out which you might be getting off at and why. 

you spent the train journey chatting, resting your head on her shoulder as she excitedly gesticulated, more animated than you had ever seen her. you kept trying to get her to slip up and tell you where it was you were going, but she was absolutely set on keeping it a surprise until the very last second.

the mystery venue was apparently only a few minutes walk from the station, so you allowed her to guide you through the unfamiliar streets, almost tripping as she pulled you along behind her. 

you hadn’t thought it would be possible for her to get more excited, but you felt like you could feel the joy radiating off her more and more with every block. when you eventually reached the final corner she stopped, looking at you with a child’s delight in her eyes and kissing you on the cheek before telling you how excited she was to be here. 

you turned the corner, and were somewhat underwhelmed to see a large, grey, warehouse-like building standing alone in a car park. this was clearly what ryujin had been expecting though, as she released your hand and began sprinting to the front door, calling you after her. 

it was only once you were in the door and the retro music started filtering through from the main hall that you realised what you were doing, and you had to cover your mouth to prevent stunned laughter from tumbling out, wondering how long it had taken her to find a roller disco in seoul (or rather, about an hour outside of seoul).

she showed her booking to the woman behind the counter, who seemed wholly endeared by ryujin’s enthusiasm, much as you were as you slung your arm around her shoulder and wandered over to find some skates. 

she grinned at your gleefully, teasing about how you had been so desperate to know where you were going, and trying to get you to praise her for keeping it a surprise so well.

you weren’t that surprised though. there was something so her about the whole idea. the dancing stupidly to songs that were released years before you were born, colourful lights flashing above your head as you desperately tried to stay on your feet. it was perfect for her.

you wondered whether this was something ryujin might have been practising, though whether she had or not her dance skill would surely mean she’d be pretty good at this right?

or possibly not right. 

she had only taken about three steps, not yet on the actual dance floor, when she tumbled for the first time. she blushed as you reached one hand down to help her, while your other was grasping the railing as tightly as you could muster. 

you hauled her off the floor, suggesting she might also hold the railing, just to start with. she sheepishly reached out in front of you, teetering slightly as she edged her way towards the rink itself. 

she pushed away from the side one she was on the floor though, flailing her arms to keep her on her feet as she once again found herself totally without balance. the bizarre squat she had assumed to steady herself made you laugh out loud, and you pulled out your phone to take a photo of her, making sure you got her sour expression in the low light. 

her brazen attitude stuck though, and after almost following for the entire length of the first song, she suddenly seemed to tap into some innate roller skating ability, gliding along as you still toddled along the side.

her newfound expertise led her to try and coax you off the railing, holding both hands out in front of you so you still had something to hold on to. you stood facing each other for a moment, before ryujin realised she had no clue how to navigate backwards and let go of your right hand, turning round to guide you from your side. 

your cautious attitude left you much less bruised than you imagined ryujin would be, but you also warmed up to the movements pretty quickly, spending the majority of your time slot carelessly waltzing around the floor. 

‘not bad huh?’ she asked once you left, walking slowly towards the station as you scanned the shop fronts for somewhere you could eat. 

‘definitely not bad, some might even say good in fact.’

‘only good?’

‘perfect,’ you acknowledged, kissing her nose as she held one of the restaurant’s doors open, ‘maybe even the best ever.’

‘the best so far,’ she corrected, ‘there’s a lot more where that came from.’

[thebirdandhersong]

After talking to @eddis-not-eeddis about Korean music, I thought I'd put together a list of Korean music that carried me through the last years of high school/first year uni :)

I listened to mostly kpop (and some r&b/indie/rap/alternative/pop rock) near the end of high school, but it became too tiring to listen to, and I became more interested in other genres of Korean music. I've linked a few of my favourite albums below, but most of those artistts have grown in name and (relative) fame since I began listening to them. Here are a a few more recommendations (some of which are smaller/lesser known artists, some of which have big presences in the industry):

Acoustic indie: OKDAL, Han All, Kim Na Young, Standing Egg, Lucid Fall, Sugarbowl, J Rabbit, Urban Zakapa

R&B: Zion.T, Zico, HYUKOH, Heize, GSoul, Ra.D, Crush, DEAN

Ballads: Ji Jin Seok, Park Hyo-shin, Jeong Sewoon, Kim Jin-ah, ONEW, Jung Seung Hwan, Paul Kim

Bands: Martin Smith, LUCY (they have a VIOLINIST !!!), The Rose

Indiepop/pop artists who branched out to different genres: Minseo, Chen, AILEE, BOL4, Sandeul, ONEW, Jonghyun, Monogram, Roy Kim, Lee Hi

Sam Kim's Sun and Moon was THE album of the year in grade 12. Every single track on this album is memorable. Sam Kim (from Seattle!) is signed under Antenna Music, whose other artists are worth checking out, too, if you're interested in unconventional, unique indie music (Antenna's whole brand is letting the artists explore their own tastes and interests; it's a whole agency of singer-songwriters). Sam Kim himself is an excellent guitarist, and likes to dabble every once in a while in other genres (r&b, ballads, pop) and has performed singles for k-drama soundtracks in the past. First song rec: It's You for a relaxed indiepop sound, NO SENSE from his album I AM SAM for a demonstration of his guitar picking style.

Lee Jin-ah is also at Antenna Music. When she arrived on the music scene with her voice and her piano, even big names like JYP (which is one of the "Big Three" pop music companies) were scrambling to offer her a contract. Her jazz piano background brings something very distinctive to the Korean music industry; she combines that with r&b and bubblegum pop influences, which is a really interesting contrast with her light, airy, fairy-like voice :) First song rec: RANDOM (a good intro to her eclectic style), Let's Go Camping (a slower acoustic/piano track that displays her whimsical sound in a softer way).

Eddy Kim's acoustic stuff is pretty good easy listening. I listened to his music constantly in high school. He's less experimental in his music style than Sam Kim, for example, but when he sticks to his brand (guy with guitar and a regular percussive beat) he comes up with some really good music. First song rec: 2 years apart or The Manual

AKMU (Akdong Musician) is probably the only big name company musician I still follow/listen to. They signed with JYP when they were in their mid-teens -- JYP is the only one among the Big Three companies that branches out from mainstream pop the most. AKMU is a brother-sister duo that creates quirky, whimsical indie-pop music with a very distinctive sound (they often sing together; the sister is an incredible vocalist and the brother is the one who composes and produces). More recent music has either gone electro-pop or acoustic based indie. I've added two albums here (one from their teenage years, one more recent) as a nice comparison. You can hear how their style has changed over the years! First song rec: How People Move (a funky, energetic title track), Time and Fallen Leaves (ballad), Last Goodbye (they incorporated a familiar classical music song into this in a very creative way)

Last of all, someone who technically is part of the pop scene in Korea, but whose sound is more memorable to me. IU's charm is the versatility in her voice; she's experimented with many genres in her extensive career (she was a child star). Musical theatre, jazz, singsong rap, ballads, bubblegum pop, electropop, indiepop, acoustic indie, alternative....... she's literally done it all (well. Aside from rock, metal, and traditional folk music). LILAC is one of her more recent albums (for a more acoustic indie sound, I'd recommend Palette). First song rec: LILAC (this is a pretty good example of the unique things she brings to the kpop scene: a theatrical, refreshing sound), My sea (a kdrama OST-style ballad that demonstrates her vocal ability and range), Through the Night from her Palette album (soft relaxing acoustic song)

[loveephia]

helloooo lovely phia!!! hope you're doing well, i wanted to ask for some jpop girl group song recs pls!! (need to expand my repertoire in that area ooof :P)

OMG ELISEKRKELSK im so glad you asked, but i have to say that i listen to mostly magical-girl kind of j-pop SO JUST A WARNING!!!

ヒッチコック by yorushika

テレパス by yorushika

今を僕らしく生きてくために by inori minase

my graffiti by inori minase

ソライロ by inori minase

kirari futari by mamerico

stars over me (jpn ver.) by bol4

hirogaru-namida by lamp

it's raining by vincent blue

moon by lucky tapes

言えなくなる (i cannot say) by junko kamata

ダイスキ。by 大橋彩香

watashi o yobu koe by zakuro fujiwara(cv: momoka ishii)

sappy by red velvet

[sykee]

Sykee's Thoughts - To My Youth by BOL4

An activity I enjoy as a form of emotional catharsis is listening to a single song over and over, writing down its lyrics and then reinterpreting it into an experience. This is the first one I'm posting on here. It's by a K-Pop group called BOL4 and it's called "To My Youth."

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Youth - the spring of one's life. It's a phrase the elders throw around so casually when they have forgotten about all the struggles of being young. But I have never related more to the phrase "at a distance, spring is green" than anything else. So here's one to my youth which was never green.

It was a period of gloom, darkness and loneliness. A time I wished I would just not be alive; I wished I could disappear so that I did not have to live through all that pain. As I silently cried myself to sleep every night, I drifted more and more away from those around me - their eyes frightened me, made me think I would accidently crack and my facade would give way to the broken pieces.

So, during those "beautiful" days, I was in pain, in misery, in despair - just calling out to someone, anyone to pull me out. But I would not crack; I would not show because I was afraid of receiving love. It was something I hadn't possessed yet so what if I experienced it only to lose it? Life was a paradox. I despised myself for not being able to be loved yet I cried my heart out for love. My parents would never see me; they only ever looked at me and slowly, I was drifiting away, unknown to the common man's eyes.

Well, it seemed that time was medicine. Slowly, I started getting better and I started feeling more on the positive side of the spectrum - less tears, more smiles. Nevertheless, melancholy is a monster that buries its fangs deep within you. The fear that it would creep back into me, made me turn my back to goodness - it pulled me back into the darkness within which I continued to struggle.

All of those "beautiful" memories are filled with nothing but morose and pain. I hurt as much as my heart could hurt and yet, it seemed to never be enough. The monster kept crawling deeper into me until it found my weakest point. It battered away at my most denfenseless spot to its heart's content. Never caring for the way its motions afflicted the carrier, the monster would eat out of me all day, everyday, until only a mushy glob of what I was, was all that was left. Still, all my friends, the people around me would only look at me - no one ever saw me and I kept drifting even farther away - the tether getting disconnected.

BUT, I see a possibility - a latern in the dark. Maybe, just maybe, I go through all this pain and suffering and one day, some day, to any one person out there, I might just become a small light. Maybe, in proportion to all this pain, i might become a bright star. Maybe in proportion to all this pain, I become a black hole. But what if? What if I become the tiny spark in someone's darkened tunnel? WHAT IF I become the slayer of the monsters? I catch hold of the tether and desperately try to pull myself back. I have discovered chance; I have discovered hope.

To my self that never went to sleep with a dry pillow: Maybe, if I hold on tight to this lifeline, I might finally reach safety. Maybe, at the end of the line, I might even find myself - smiling, proud of me for not giving up.

To teen me, to my youth: Oh, how painful it must have been. Oh, how much you wished and desired. Oh, how lonely you were.

From older me, from my 20s: You made it out. You have tamed the monster - depression has freed you from its claws. Now, you are a monster slayer - you provide a listening ear for those at their darkest - the youth.

[koreanbibliophilegirl]

trick or treat

HELLO!!! :D

This is 식혜(Sikhye)!!

Sikhye is a traditional beverage made of rice. It's made by pouring malt & water on (cooked) white rice! You pour just enough that you can see the rice grains above the water. Then you leave it so the carbs can turn into maltose. When the rice grains start to float up, pour it into a pot and boil. Add some honey/sugar/ginger/etc. according to preference, then you leave it to cool!

Sikhye helps with digestion, and contains fibers, antioxidants, etc. It also helps with hangovers, according to research. Which is nice I think.

Sikhye is apparently pretty easy to find, places that sell Korean food(like H-Mart) should almost certainly have some.

And here are some Korean songs I like!

Happy Halloween🎃👻💕

[derpysz]

Lockscreen Bolbbalgan4 - Stars Over Me If you save Like or Reblog

[juhyun]

a cupid with bad aim, but third time’s the charm💘

[koreantunes]

볼빨간사춘기 (BOL4) - 별 보러 갈래? (Stars Over Me)

[ohsharethekmusic]

Song : Stars Over Me

Artist : BOL4

Album : Puberty Book Ⅰ Bom

[kpopmultifan]

BOL4 has released the MV for “Stars Over Me,” the sub-track of their mini-album “Puberty Book Ⅰ Bom.”

[iTunes/Apple Music]

[assasinationbycarscoveredinhamrs]

Is it me or BOL4 is Bi Agenda?

[girlgroupreviews]

Disclaimer: reviews are based entirely around my thoughts on the songs themselves and not my personal opinions of the girls who are singing them.

IZ*ONE - Violeta

IZ*ONE seems to have this ability to produce the most elegant songs in Kpop. Violeta has a similar formula to their debut track La Vie En Rose, but features a much heavier beat drop, and a softer rap verse. Danceable and charming. 5/5

BOL4 - BOM and Stars Over Me

Jiyoung has a particular voice that is unrefined while still conveying a particular feeling. Bom is a light and airy Spring song, reminding me of K.will's Love Blossom from 2013. Stars Over Me is surprisingly western influenced, with similarities to Taylor Swift or Shawn Mendes. Both evoke similar feelings of Springtime and contentedness. 5/5 and 5/5

Blackpink - Kill This Love

Kill This Love is similar in formula to Ddu-du Ddu-du, with a simpler beat drop, more English, and less melding in the bridge. Might be a good track for new listeners, but older fans may find it boring when compared to the rest of their discography. 5/5

Let me know if you want me to review a single I didn't hear about.

[happyxingchen]

ENGLISH COVER of BOL4′s new song, Stars Over Me!

[stormblessed95]

Hey so as I stated I like jk song rec. Is there any thread where all his covers of there artists and rec up to date are given? Would be helpful thanks!

So this is a ton of content for me to go through. 🤣 we are talking almost 9 years of content here, 🤣🤣 I'll try to compile a list for you. But if I miss any, I want you all to remember... 9 YEARS OF CONTENT HERE. Lol thanks 💜💜 JK does have great music taste though, so let's get it! In this first post I did over his music recs,, I covered songs he recommended on Twitter, and songs he covered either on Twitter, YouTube or SoundCloud to the best of my knowledge (2015 - 2020). You can find that post here:

In this, part 2, I'll try to cover his Spotify list recommendations, his vlive recommendations and his Instagram recommendations along with any new song covers he has done since 2020. Again, to the best of my knowledge, if i miss any, please be forgiving!

2016

-160814, JK covered If You: BigBang on King of Masked Singer as the fencer

161129, JKs first solo vlive. During the vlive he covered and shared these songs with us:

- Half Moon: Dean, Gaeko

- Fools: Troye Sivan

- Paper Hearts: Tori Kelly

- Galaxy: Bol4

- Bermuda Triangle: Zico, Dean, Crush

- Lost Stars: Adam Levine

- I Know: RM, Jungkook

- Lost: BTS

- Boyfriend: Justin Beiber

- Begin: BTS

2017

Spotify Playlist recs from 2017:

- DNA: Lia Maria Johnson

- ILYSB - Stripped: Lany

- I Need Some Sleep: Eels

- Beautiful Lies: Birdy

- Dear No One: Tori Kelley

- Like A Star: Corrinne Bailey Rae

- Ghost in the Wind: Birdy

- What Do You Mean: Justin Beiber

- Clouds: Before You Exit

- Lullaby: Acro

- Dream Latern: RADWIMPS

- Namdemonaiya (movie verison): RADWIMPS

- Heavy Weather: Billy Marten

- Oasis: Jasmine Thompson

- Boyfriend: Justin Beiber

- Colors of the Wind: Tori Kelly

- Theme of Mitsuha: RADWIMPS

- 7 years: Jasmine Thompson

- Lost Boy: Ruth B

- Mannequin: Yuna

Spotify Playlist recs update 2 from 2017:

- Mic Drop (ft. Designer) (Steve Aoki Remix): BTS, Designer, Steve Aoki

- Sunburn: Droeloe

- Leaving: Illenium

- Beautiful Creatures (ft. Max): Illenium, Max

- Bedroom Floor: Liam Payne

- do re mi: Blackbear

- I Miss You (ft. Julia Michaels): Clean Bandit, Julia Michaels

- New: Daya

- Silence: Marshmello, Khalid

- Crime (with Skott): Grey, Skott

- Wolves: Selena Gomez

170422, JK went on vlive and was later joined by vmin. Part 1 and Part 2 of the vlive. During the live, he sang and shared these songs:

- It Ain't Wrong Loving You: HONNE

- Question: Lauv, Travis Mills

- Change Gonna Come: Shuko

- Unrequited: Totem

- Electric: Alina Baraz, Khalid

- Please: Lee So Ra

- Stigma: BTS

- I Need U: BTS

- Lie: BTS

- Can't Love You Anymore: IU, Hyukoh

- We Don't Talk Anymore: Charlie Puth, Selena Gomez

- Purpose: Justin Beiber (JKs cover)

- Change: RM, Wale

- Through the Night: IU

- One More Weekend: Audien, Max

2018

180906, JK did a solo vlive. During the vlive, he sang and shared these songs:

- Euphoria: BTS

- Best Part: Daniel Ceasar, HER

- Belong to You: Sabrina Claudio

- Bad Intention: Nikyee Heaton

- Through it All: Charlie Puth

- Honey: Kehlani

- Lovely: Billie Eilish, Khalid

- Ocean Eyes: Billie Eilish

- My Favorite Part: Mac Miller, Ariana Grande

- BED: Nicki Minaj, Ariana Grande

- Your Side of the Bed: Chase Huglin

2019

Spotify Playlist recs from 2019:

- Feel Something: Bea Miller

- Back In My Arms: Charlie Hanson

- God Only Knows: The Beach Boys

- Call You Mine: The Chainsmokers

- Do Me: Kim Petras

- Up: Sing Street

- Like You: Tatiana Manaois

- Find Yourself: Great Good Fine Ok

- Rainbow: Kasey Musgraves

- Tomorrow tonight: Loote

- You Should See Me in a Crown: Billie Eilish

- Love Me Less: MAX, Quinn XCII

- 190210, on Fancafe JK recommended the song The Flower Garden: Hisaishi Joe

2020

Spotify Playlist recs from 2020:

- Purpose - stripped: Etham

- Malibu Nights: LANY

- Mean It: Lauv, LANY

- by my side: Honne

- More & More: Finding Hope

- 201008, JK tweeted out a video of him singing Savage Love Remix: Jason Derulo, BTS

2021

Spotify Playlist recs from 2021:

- Permission to Dance: BTS

- Butter: BTS

- Mikrokosmos: BTS

- ON: BTS

- Blue & Grey: BTS

- Euphoria: BTS

- Butterfly: BTS

- Lost: BTS

- Mad at Disney: Salem Ilese

- Feel Something: Bea Miller

- People I Don't Like: UPSAHL

- Ashes: Stellar

- Hey Stupid, I Love You: JP Saxe

- Peaches: Justin Beiber

- We Belong: Dove Cameron

- Test Drive: Ariana Grande

- Your Power: Billie Eilish

- Boys Will Be Boys: Bülow

210227, JK did a solo vlive with his bright blue hair. He sang and shared these songs:

- Still With You: JK

- Who: Lauv, BTS

- At My Worst: Pink Sweat$

- Fix You: Coldplay

210307, JK did a solo vlive again. He sang and shared these songs:

- Blue Side: Jhope

- Abyss: Jin

- Blue & Grey: BTS

- At My Worst: Pink Sweat$

- 10,000 Hours: Dan & Shay, Justin Beiber

- UGH: BTS

- Filter: BTS

- Nothing Like Us: Justin Beiber

- Sweet Night: V

- Moon: BTS

- Jungle (Coca-Cola ad): BTS

- Holy: Justin Beiber

- Hello: Adele

- Moon of Seoul: Kim Gun Mo

210729, another JK solo vlive, in quite the outfit. Lol He sang and shared these songs with us over the hour:

- Smile Again: Blackbear

- Me & Ur Ghost: Blackbear

- Peaches: Justin Beiber

- Stay: Shane Thompson

- Leave the Door Open: Silk Sonic

- Hold On: Justin Beiber

- As Always: Ra.D

- Euphoria: BTS

- Dope: BTS

- Idol: BTS

- Baepsae: BTS

- Outro: Wings: BTS

- So What: BTS

210831, JK rings in his birthday on vlive for 2.5 hours with us. The songs he sings and shares with us here:

- Off My Face: Justin Beiber

And then he treated us to a BTS vlive concert as well, with the BTS songs as followed:

- Paradise

- Dimple

- Born Singer

- Pied Piper

- Let Go

- Two! Three!

- Mic Drop

- Autumn Leaves

- Spring Day

- Just One Day

- Magic Shop

- Heartbeat

- Rain

- Film Out

- Zero O'clock

- Sea

- Best of Me

- Mikrokosmos

- Home

- Love Maze

- Waste It On Me: Steve Aoki, BTS

-211028, Jungkook posted his cover on youtube of Falling: Harry Styles

- 211216, JK shared On The Low: Justin Park on Instagram Stories

- 211216, JK shared Generation (Prod. Lean$moke): Homies on Instagram Stories

2022

- 220203, JK covered Hate Everything: Golden on a Instagram Post

- 220204, JK posted a dance cover to Bare Wit Me: Teyana Taylor on a Instagram Post

- 220206, JK shared Roses: Finn Askew on Instagram Stories

- 220206, JK shared Too Many Feelings: Ruel on Instagram Stories

- 220206, JK shared Space: Audrey Nuna on Instagram Stories

- 220207, JK shared Even Days: O3ohn on Instagram Stories

- 220208, JK shared Never Change: Jeremy Passion, Melissa Polinar on Instagram Stories

- 220209, JK covered The Night of 1991 When Cold Wind Blew: Park Hyoshin on a Instagram Post

- 220209, JK shared It Takes Two: Fiji Blue on Instagram Stories

- 220219, JK shared Toxic: Boy with Uke on Instagram Stories

- 220219, JK shared 26: Lauv on Instagram Stories

- 220221, JK shared So Good: Joan on Instagram Stories

- 220222, JK shared Superstar: DeVita on Instagram Stories

- 220226, JK shared Love on the Weekend: Aria Ohlsson on Instagram Stories

-220309, JK shared the song Tú: Maye on Instagram Stories

-220329, JK shared an update with us while dancing to Winter Blossom: Dept, Ashley Alisha on Instagram

-220330, JK shared the song Baby Powder: Jenevieve Division on Instagram Stories

-220330, JK shared the song Never Let Me Go: Mac Ayres, CARRTOONS on Instagram Stories

-220331, JK listened to Invincible: Omar Apollo, Daniel Ceaser on Instagram Stories during a Q&A game while in quarantine

-220402, JK listened to Your Side Of the Bed: Loote on Instagram Stories during a Q&A game

-220402, JK answered a question on Instagram Stories about what was his current favorite song with Loving You Girl: Peder Elias, Hkeem

-220402, JK listened to Everything Sucks: Eric Nam, Vault Boys on Instagram Stories during a Q&A game

- 220402, JK listened to/sang Tango: Abir on Instagram Stories during a Q&A game

- 220402, JK sang Lovable: Kim Jongkook on Instagram Stories during a Q&A game

- 220402, JK listened to Strawberry Skies: Kid Travis on Instagram Stories during a Q&A game

- 220402, JK listened to Mirror Mirror: Milli, Fhero, Changbin on Instagram Stories during a Q&A game

- 220402, JK listened to so many songs during this Instagram Stories, lol here is a good link someone already compiled! Lol

220405, JK goes live super late at night after the Grammys to spend time with ARMY for an hour. The songs he listened to during vlive are:

- Tango: Abir

- Stuck With U: Ariana Grande, Justin Bieber

- Love Letter: Anthony Lazaro

- Dancing With Your Ghost: Sasha Alex Sloan

- Trace: Jeremy Passion

- Love Yourself: Justin Bieber

- Good For You: Peder Elias

- Easy: Mac Ayres

- Closer: Saweetie, H.E.R

- Pizza: Oohnyo

- BRB: Epik High

- Rock Witchu: PRETTYMUCH

- By My Side: Junny

- High: The Chainsmokers

- Test Drive: Ariana Grande

- Leave The Door Open: Silk Sonic

- What 2 Do: Dean, CRUSH, Jeff Bernat

- Ghost: Justin Bieber

- Cold in LA: Why Don't We

- Backyard Boy: Claire Rosinkranz

- 220521, JK listened to IDK You Yet: Alexander 23 on his Instagram Stories

220615, JK goes live at night and ends up singing 16 songs too. The songs he sang were:

- My You: Jungkook

- Young Love: BTS Namkook Demo

- Love You: Kim Woo Joo

- Still With You: Jungkook

- Graduation: BTS 3J Predebut

- Run BTS: BTS

- That That: Psy feat. SUGA of BTS

- Super Tuna: Jin

- Chilly, Windy Night in 1991: Park Hyo Shin

- It Must Have Been Love: Yoon Do Hyun

- HeeJae: Sung Si Kyung

- Emergency Room: IZI

- Love, Maybe: MeloMance

- If It Is You: Jung Seung Hwan

- 12:30: BEAST

- Soju Hanjan: Im Chang Jung

220901, JK goes live late at night to celebrate his birthday with ARMYs on Weverse. He celebrated and then played and sang songs with us too. The songs included:

- Butterflies: MAX & Ali Gatie

- Ex I Never Had: LANY

- Happy Ending: Chris James

- Love Back: Why Don't We

- Beautiful: Anne Marie

- Just One Day: BTS

- Left & Right: Charlie Puth, Jungkook

- Bad Decisions: Benny B, BTS, Snoop Dog

- Butterfly: BTS

- DDAENG: BTS

- Blue & Grey: BTS

- Love Is Not Over: BTS

- Paradise: BTS

- Coffee: BTS

- Autumn Leaves: BTS

- Christmas Tree: V

- Louder Than Bombs: BTS

- Mic Drop: BTS

- 134340: BTS

- Magic Shop: BTS

And that brings us up to date as of now, through September 2022. I can definitely try to keep this updated through the year of 2022 as well for Spotify, vlive and Instagram recs as he does them. Again. If I missed anything, feel free to let me know. Otherwise, I think this is all of them!

[wincore]

field day | jung sungchan

pairing: sungchan x fem!reader

synopsis: when you, as cheer captain, are best friends with the pride and joy of the soccer team, rumors are bound to fly around.

genre: high school au, soccer au, bff2l, fluff

words: 7.5k

warnings: language, jung “the risk i took was calculated but man am i bad at math” sungchan

request: sungchan + ball + “ everyone is looking at us. is that a good or a bad thing? ” (from the first option) ^__^

song recs: after school - weeekly / pleaser - wallows / some - bol4 / sweet talk - saint motel / love so sweet - cherry bullet

a/n: i tried recalling some hs memories for this and im hoping i wasnt the only one that went through the “shipped with a random dude” ordeal LOL. i haven’t written shorter fics in a while so i’m glad i got to. tq for requesting, lovepie <33

In high school, peer pressure tends to come in different forms. For you, it’s taken the shape of this.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” 

You look around your classmates, scanning each and every face chanting with glee like you’re a star player scoring the winning point. The tall figure shifts beside you, glancing at you like a blinking idiot. You’re not even on the losing team but it feels just as frustrating.

You glare at the boy beside you. The trouble is Jung Sungchan. The trouble has always been Jung Sungchan. 

“Come on!” Chenle calls with a teasing grin from the buzzing crowd. The little shit. It’s getting hotter with each minute you spend by the green soccer field and its dusty chalked lines, just at the tip of the bleachers. You didn’t even get enough time to breathe before you were surrounded, the soccer team pushing a stumbling Sungchan onto you. It’s too sunny for this today.

“The star soccer player gets a kiss from the lead cheerleader after a winning game! That’s the rule.” Chenle announces.

Sungchan looks at you and you turn to him, the both of you looking at each other like fish out of water. Even though you’ve clarified at least a hundred times that you’re just friends, your peers don’t seem to be satisfied. (“Famous last words,” they say.)

“No,” you say, firmly. 

“No,” Sungchan agrees, nodding his head wisely.

“Don’t copy me,” you say, smacking his chest, and a quiet ‘oof’ escapes his mouth.

The fact that you’ve been best friends since Sungchan offered you a light green crayon in elementary school just fuels the idea that you have to date. There’s this difference between elementary school kids teasing and high school kids teasing—it was so much easier back when boys were afraid of cooties from girls. It was innocent too. Now, it’s more of nudges and sly grins, teasing with unnecessary innuendo. (What else do you expect from teenagers experiencing puberty?) It doesn’t stop you from being best friends though. Sungchan still visits on Fridays to get on your mom’s nerves and help you with homework (or try to). You still have all the little trinkets he’s gifted you over the years and the lock to his phone is still your birthday. You’re best friends and strictly that. 

When you got into the same middle school though is when it started going downhill. Holding his hand was awkward, touching him in any way was awkward and god forbid you compliment him on something. The kids around you would run across the halls saying “(name) likes Sungchan!” or the other way around sometimes. Heathens, the lot of them. But at the very least, he wasn’t too fazed and you wonder how he could be that even-tempered. If it was just you feeling that way, then maybe you did like him more than he did you. 

You shake it off. 

Sungchan’s much more grown now and at least a foot taller since his awkward adolescent years; he looks handsomer too but you wouldn’t be caught dead saying it out loud. After all, it’s only going to spark another debate on the anonymous school forum. (“(name) finds Jung Sungchan attractive, they’re totally dating.” “I knew it. A boy and a girl can’t be friends, especially if they’re both good looking.”) If you’re being honest, you hate the rumours so much—it’s one of the reasons, apart from puberty, stopping you from being as close as before. However, you do understand that this is how the passage of time works. You’re not going to be spending all of your time with each other, yes, but you still regard him as important. Your life is too busy now, with exams and practice—and you’d think a busy bee would get some honey as reward.

Sungchan’s curls stick to his forehead, unruly after he wiped at them with a towel. The sunlight plays with his eyes when he looks at you intently and you shrug. The smell of sweat is starting to make you nauseous. You remember that you too need to take a shower.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you mumble.

“Not today?” He asks.

You shake your head. “The girls have a plan.”

It’s not just the sweat. Or the crowds. You don’t like being here at all. There’s one more problem with this place.

You hate soccer. 

And by hate, you mean you despise it. Like you’ll throw up at the sight of it. What’s so riveting about a bunch of smelly, sweaty guys excited about chasing a patterned ball? You’ve tried to understand it but every time your dad explains the rules, you find yourself zoning out of whatever alien language he speaks. 

Sungchan has been the closest to getting you to understand the game and even then, you refused to learn. It’s not like you’re society’s definition of girly—but you’re not a tomboy either. The school has granted you the “ice queen with a warm interior” stereotype so you’ll just go with that. To be honest, you’re just a little more awkward at open affection than your friends. (And Sungchan has the “friendly beagle” stereotype which you’ll agree is partly true. He’s more of a retriever though, with that size.) It’s just funny how you can never seem to know who you are but other people see so clearly.

You hurry up to the locker rooms and hope for a better evening than this afternoon.

-

The sky burns blue and you wipe the sweat off your brow once you step out of the changing room. Cooling off from your shower has gone to waste. Adjusting your school skirt, you take your usual strides to the school gates. 

Ryujin seems to be showing Yuna a very flamboyant dance move while the latter hypes her up. Ryujin is in her gym uniform because she has no care for her reputation apparently, but she makes it work. Yuna’s about to show her own move when she notices you and waves at you vigorously enough to make you jog towards her and stop embarrassing herself in front of the after school crowd. But then again, she’s too cute for that.

“We got bored waiting for you,” Yuna explains, voice hoarse from her cold. Poor thing wasn’t let into performing because of it. “Do you wanna see our cool new move? Ryujin came up with it!”

Ryujin rolls her eyes. “You’re trying to advertise me to (name) so she can recruit me into cheerleading, aren’t you?”

You smile and cross your arms, facing Yuna who’s been caught mid-act. She smiles sheepishly and pats your shoulder like she just said a funny joke.

“Actually…” You begin and Ryujin holds up her arms in a cross.

“No. Never. I’m already part of the hip-hop dance club.”

“I was going to say that I’ll join you instead.”

Yuna gasps in betrayal, big eyes widening, and Ryujin grins before sticking her tongue out and potentially ruining her image with that expression. She doesn’t care, however.

“Anyway, I can’t wait to get to college and join a dance club.” Ryujin looks at the two of you excitedly. “I keep getting snaps from Yeji and feel so jealous.”

Yuna pouts. “Don’t be so happy about leaving me.”

“Aw, is the baby afraid of not getting any more sisterly doting?” Ryujin teases and you laugh at the disgruntled expression on Yuna’s face. 

“Don’t worry,” Ryujin continues with a sly grin. “Taehyun’s here to keep you company for another year.”

Yuna turns red in the face, a high pitched complaint emitting from her throat. “I told you to keep quiet about that!”

“Oh, what’s this?” You wiggle your eyebrows. “We’re starting boy talk early today.”

Yuna huffs. “At least, mine’s just a crush. I don’t know what relationship status: complicated you have going on with Mr. Soccer Captain.”

You flush hotly. “There’s no relationship status to be complicated about! Seriously, why does everyone think we’re a thing?”

“You’re cheer captain and he’s soccer captain,” Ryujin answers logically. “Plus, you’re best friends.”

“You have a lot of sexual tension,” Yuna answers honestly.

You make a face, slipping your arms into theirs and pulling them along the sidewalk. You better get something to drink before the sky starts to turn purple from pink tinged blue. 

“Ooh, another desperate attempt from (name) to not get teased,” Ryujin leans back to whisper to Yuna.

You stop walking. “Wait. Where are we going?”

Yuna shakes her head. “I’ll lead the way.”

Skipping over the concrete sidewalk, you laugh at your friends and their stories (read: Ryujin gushing over Yeji’s college dance club and Yuna’s newfound crush on Taehyun). The blue sky has tinged orange by now but it’s the sort of colour that sits in between more significant timeframes, like night and evening. Passing by a city square, you eye the people with wonder. A girl in a pink skirt skateboards smoothly over the concrete, her boyfriend filming her with a loving smile. 

“We’re here!” Yuna announces.

You look around the large open plaza, with people of all ages and in different attires trying out skateboarding and rollerblading over the grey concrete. It’s been getting popular lately, with idol pop stars taking to it too but you never knew there was this big a community. There seems to be a few stalls renting out skateboards too. The wind caresses your hair, evening cool settling in nicely on your skin. The sky is purple but it’s lit up with the city buildings and street lamps flickering on. It’s not a bad day at all.

Someone catches your attention. A boy that sticks out like a sore thumb everywhere he goes. 

“Sungchan?!” 

Your eyes somehow always settle on his figure, tall and standing out in the crowd of teenagers. He clutches his blue bag, the one he’s had since third grade, close to his chest and looks more like a tourist in this place than a frequent visitor. He’s not the only one in school uniform now that you’re here.

“(name)!” 

You hate how you love the way his face lights up when he sees you. You’re not actually into him. It’s your friends brainwashing you.

“I was going to invite you,” Sungchan says, a sorry smile on his face. 

Ryujin and Yuna frown at each other but you can’t exactly ask the reason for it.

“Isn’t it great we had the same plans?” he beams at the three of you.

Yuna suppresses a smile and you wonder why. It’s not like your friends would know he’d be here—you’d know first as best friend.

"How did you guys come across this place?" He asks, eyes round with curiosity. 

"Somi's Tiktok," Yuna answers, smiling. "We thought she works here but if she really was, guys would be swarming this place."

Ryujin raises her eyebrows. "Speaking of which, I can clearly see why there are so many girls here."

Sungchan beams, turning to you for affirmation and when you don't give him any, he drops his grin to a more polite smile.

“I don’t work at the stalls though,” he answers. “I’ve just been here a few times.”

“You’re trying to learn, aren’t you?” Ryujin asks, raising an eyebrow.

He nods. However, you furrow your eyebrows at her. How does she know? Eyes widening, you realize it must be the school forum. You remember reading a post about a student wanting to learn skateboarding and the wording felt familiar but you didn’t think much. How they figured it out, you will never know.

“Oh! Oh, I think my nose is bleeding. Oh god.” Yuna sniffs vehemently, her finger at her nose. “I think I’m going to need Ryujin to get me to a clinic.” 

Linking her arm through Ryujin’s, Yuna makes an apologetic expression and runs off into a particularly crowded area.

You blink. The realization dawns. 

"They just left me," you tell him, exasperated. "How could they just leave me?"

He shrugs. "My team left me at a rival school's field once."

Great. Your last outing before midterms and your friends have abandoned you. If this is the case, you wonder why they complain about you spending so much time with Sungchan and allegedly ignoring them.

You regain a sense of your surroundings and turn to him. "Wait. They really left you?"

He nods diligently, eyes trained upwards as he tries to recall the memory. "I told you, didn’t I? On the plus side though, I made friends with the opposite team."

"That's so… cute."

Your cheeks heat up at saying it out loud. If Sungchan is affected by it in any way, he doesn't show it. Instead, he has his usual smile on. 

“Do you wanna try?” he asks. “Skateboarding. Or rollerblading but I personally don’t recommend that.”

He curls his lips, shaking his head slightly. You laugh. Of course this beanpole has trouble balancing on skates.

"I- I figured you'd be good at skateboarding. Since, you know, you're so balanced and all."

You raise an eyebrow. "You wanna add skateboarding to your resume or something?"

"Yeah, that and the ability to imitate dog sounds. Wanna see?"

"No, thanks. I’ll pray this weekend to cure your furry behaviour."

Before he can respond, you’re interrupted by a whirlwind of colours and excited calls. A few girls run up to the two of you, younger and probably in middle school, flocking to Sungchan like bees to honey. Never in your life have you felt so ignored as in this singular moment.

You blink, turning to Sungchan who looks like a rather helpless, flustered eye of the hurricane. The winds don't seem to be stopping any time soon.

You clear your throat trying to get their attention. 

"Wow, you brought your girlfriend?" One of the girls exclaims, sounding disappointed.

The other girls make similar whines of disappointment and you have half the heart to whack them over the head and tell them to focus on their academics instead of boys. 

"You're so lucky to have him as your boyfriend," a girl comments, round eyes brimming with jealousy. 

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you declare sharply.

Sungchan looks at you with his doe eyes, blinking cartoonishly. You nudge him with your elbow.

“Yeah!” He agrees, with far too much gusto to be believable. “I’m not (name)’s boyfriend. I have no idea why everyone keeps saying that.”

“Let’s go, babe,” you say, resisting the urge to stick your tongue out at the girls. They’re younger than you and you have high school dignity, you remind yourself.

Slipping your hand into his, you take a few long strides away from them before you realize what you said.

“I- I did- I didn’t mean to call you babe,” you sputter, pulling your hand from his to look at him with wide eyes. 

“It’s okay though?”

Sungchan raises an eyebrow and slips his hand back into yours, smiling. 

“I don’t mind the rumours, you know?” He says honestly but his smile feels all too teasing. “Maybe we should go out for real.”

You huff, separating yourself from him again. “Maybe you just love attention. Disgusting.”

You point an accusatory finger at him and he bites at it playfully.

“While you're here, wanna see a cool trick I learned?" He straightens only having to tilt his head to look at you.

"If it's you falling on your face, then yes."

"I mean, hey, I could totally do that. Done that several times actually."

You smile despite trying your hardest not to. You like this about him—that he’s easygoing enough to make you look at life less seriously. If it’s with him, you could quit everything that makes you unhappy and start everything you love. 

“So where is your skateboard?” you ask, walking side by side with him, who has finally learned to match your pace.

“It’s with one of my friends,” he answers, and points to a tall girl with long brown hair, wearing a pair of tomboyish shorts and T-shirt. Another girl with short hair and a bucket hat accompanies her, wearing a long hoodie and shorts, but she leaves before you reach them. They must be from a different school because you’ve never seen them before. The first thing that pops into your head is that they’d be good replacements for your cheerleading position if you were ever to leave. You shake your head. Now is not the time.

“That’s Jimin!” he introduces, and you wonder how he’s this way—how he makes friends so easily.

Jimin waves at Sungchan and then proceeds to ask if you’re his girlfriend with a big smile, like a script being followed everywhere you go.

She seems a little disappointed at the answer. “Well, I was going to suggest one of the couples skateboards.”

You flash her an awkward smile. 

“But those are pretty difficult! I’ve been here for a month and my idea of skateboarding is still sitting on it while Soeun pushes me around. That’s my friend, by the way.”

“Ah.” You nod. “This is my first time skateboarding, actually. The only ‘sport’ I’ve ever done is cheerleading.”

Jimin furrows her eyebrows before her eyes widen. “Wait a minute. You’re the cheerleader best friend that Sungchan wouldn’t shut up about!”

Sungchan flusters, in the subtle way he usually does, and waves his hands robotically trying to explain. “I was just saying- that- that you’d be good at skateboarding. Because of the cheerleading.”

A boxy grin accompanies his explanation. 

“Right.” Jimin covers her face and sends an obvious wink your way. “Anyway, you can have my skateboard for the day.”

She hands over a smooth black skateboard with white wheels, but on closer inspection you find that they’re light-up wheels instead. It’s oddly fitting for someone like Jimin even if you’ve known her the entirety of ten minutes. Sungchan is good at finding friends, rather. Soon enough, she runs off after making Sungchan promise he’ll deliver the skateboard home.

The trick Sungchan wanted to show you was a failed kickflip. At the very least, it made you laugh so hard you almost spit out the strawberry milk he’d bought you. Sipping his own banana milk, he sulked for a moment or two, telling you to try it out and see how difficult it is.

On the contrary, Sungchan was right. You are good at balancing on skateboards. But that’s where it ends. You don’t think you’ll be naturally good at kickflips, though being able to glide through the plaza while Sungchan runs after you with the drinks puts a big smile on your face. It’s the most fun you’ve had in a while.  

Accompanied by Sungchan’s panicked “oh no”s and “oh we messed up”s, the two of you try the couple skateboarding move too; no one’s watching you here. It’s fun to see him stress over a skateboard because frankly, you’ve never met anyone as easy-going as Sungchan. (“I’ll figure it out along the way,” he says when you ask if he’s studying for finals, and proceeds to get a decent enough score). Suddenly the wandering gap is closed again. You’re not going to worry about stupid rumours from now on. 

But for some reason, ‘you like him as a friend’ doesn’t sound right either. Despite having said it so many times, you might not believe in it. You shake off the thought. This evening, at least, you’re going to enjoy with Sungchan without thinking of teenage drama and hormones. 

"You still don't think you and Sungchan make the perfect pair?" Yuna pouts. 

You narrow your eyes. "I don't take opinions from traitors."

Chaeryoung leans back on her chair, and whispers to you asking if you’re okay. At least someone is concerned about you.

“It hurts to be left by my own friends but—”

“No, I meant, are you okay? Why aren’t you dating Sungchan already? You’re so cute together! And you’re best friends—Netflix writers literally daydream of this.”

You groan, throwing up your hands in defeat.

“And,” Yuna adds, knocking her chair closer. “Who’s really the traitor here? Us who ditched you with the love of your life—or you, who runs off every time she gets a call from her boyfriend?”

“Sungchan is not my boyfriend.” You cross your arms.

“She even shares her lunch with him more,” Ryujin complains from the side. “And they’re not even in the same class. Unlike me, by the way. Class 1 Shin Ryujin. Same class as you, (name).”

You slump, resting your forehead against the desk. At this point, you wish the teacher would walk in and start the class already. Unfortunately, lunch break isn’t over for another ten minutes and lady luck clearly isn’t smiling upon you. 

“Speak of the devil!” Ryujin announces monotonously, leaning against her desk.

Sungchan and a few of his friends from the soccer team wave at you and the girls from the classroom door. Noticing Taehyun, Yuna quickly fixes her hair and you would tease her if Sungchan hadn’t casually strolled up to your desk and sat down on the chair in front of you. Long legs barely contained in the space, he adjusts himself by resting his arm on the headrest and his chin upon it. It’s all normal. However, when he leans down to match your eye level, you hear the sudden pit-a-pat of your pulse in your ear. At this proximity, you can even see the mole on his lip that he’s pointed out before. The sunlight from the open windows is pulling golden strings over his eyelashes and his lips aren’t dry as a desert like you expected. You know he uses the watermelon flavoured lip balm. 

“Too close,” you croak. Embarrassed at your own voice, you rise sharply and glare at him.

“Is your heart fluttering?” Sungchan asks, smiling as he looks up at you.

You roll your eyes. 

You can hear Yuna’s giggling and before you can shoot her a glare, Sungchan calls. 

"Do you have any bandaids?" 

He points to a rough scratch at the base of his palm, fingers slender and less calloused than what you'd pictured. Then again, soccer players don't use their hands much, do they?

You blink. "You came all the way here for bandaids?"

"Well… I remembered you keep band-aids in your phone case. And the nurse hates me."

You giggle.

Yujin mouths from behind Sungchan, “He just wanted to see her.” 

You would feel flattered if you didn't know these people and their shenanigans. They'd do anything for some drama (and to get two innocent people into the dating trap).

“Why would I waste my cute band aids on you?” you mutter under your breath. “They’re limited edition, you know?”

No way are you sticking Ice Bear on your urban hazard of a best friend. A tall, cute, surprisingly polite hazard but he still annoys you nonetheless.

However, Sungchan's pleading smile has grown on you.

You reluctantly take the band-aid out of your clear phone case, the pink panda doll attached to it swaying with the movement. Proceeding, you take Sungchan's hand and lay it on your desk. With careful focus, you place the band-aid, admiring the size difference of your hands before snapping to reality.

Enough with the pink cloud of thoughts, you scold yourself.

When you look up, the proximity makes your heart skip a beat despite the logical part of you saying you shouldn't. Your faces are too close and this time, you don't even have the energy to croak it out.

"Thanks, (name)," Sungchan smiles at you. 

Right then, the sound of a chair sliding harshly against the floor makes the two of you jolt away from each other. All of your friends and his friends seem to be sporting Cheshire cat grins and you don't like it one bit. You don't like not being in on the gag.

"Anybody up for gaming after this? My treat." Chenle looks around. “Sungchan is banned from the arcade soccer game though.”

"'Ey," Sungchan complains.

"Hey, Jisung and Ryujin are banned from DDR too but that's because they almost broke the handles off last time."

The memory makes you smile. Sungchan was there too, and you don’t know why you’re only just recalling all the memories with him in it, carefully and in detail. Every one of them seems to have been amplified, the little interactions suddenly coming to mind. 

“(name)? You’re coming?”

You take one look at Sungchan and give up. Even if this is another childish ploy by your peers, you don't mind spending some more time at the arcade with infuriatingly addictive games. A tiny part of you is even willing to go along with them and see if it turns out the way they want it to.

“I’ll go,” you mumble, and the rest of the group cheers. 

“But I have cleaning duty today.”

The group groans. 

“Just get someone else to do it. Like a junior.”

“Isn’t that bullying?” You ask, frowning.

“Ask nicely. Anyone would be willing to do your bidding, (name).”

“Chenle, will you do it?” You give him a sickly sweet smile. “You’re class president after all.”

Chenle wrinkles his nose. “You’re getting stupider every day, (name).”

You sigh. “Fine. I’ll ask one of Yuna’s classmates then.”

“By the way,” Chenle announces. “Only twelfth graders are invited—”

A bunch of groans interrupt him. 

“Quit whining.” He crosses his arms, glaring at them. “What do you even have to worry about? We’re preparing for the exam of our lives. Oh, and Jisung is an exception.”

“We’re only two years apart,” Yuna mutters under her breath.

“Oh, and from class 5, only Sungchan is invited.”

Another round of complaints pass and Chenle breaks into laughter. “Just kidding.”

Your friends are and will always be an odd bunch. Sungchan has previously proved to be the weirdest (several times) and it makes him the most lovable too. But then again, you don’t have free space in your timetable to put in teenage crushes, much less falling for your best friend. What you do have time for this afternoon, however, is relaxing at the arcade. 

-

“Let’s go! I am so good at this. Think I’d impress your Steve Curry?” Ryujun gloats, after having scored three hoops in a row at the arcade basketball game.

“It’s Stephen Curry,” Chenle corrects. “And no, let’s focus here. Our goals are—”

He points to the two figures by the DDR machine, looking like a real couple. He’s been acting as damage control for the rumours and making sure you don’t drift apart because of it. They really don’t make guys like him anymore, Chenle sighs. He should get a friendship award or something.

“—those two.”

Really, Sungchan better be thanking him by the end of this. He’s never met anyone quite like Jung Sungchan, especially because Chenle cannot picture himself liking the same person since elementary school.

“Man, now I wish I had a girlfriend,” Chenle mutters.

Ryujin snorts. “Who’s going to date you?”

“You don’t have a boyfriend either,” Chenle reminds and gets a basketball to the shoulder.

“Why are you playing that when you don’t even know how to use it?” Your voice rings through to them.

“I said I’ll figure it out!” Sungchan reasons.

Chenle and Ryujin stare at the two of you blankly, as you bicker over a claw machine game and they share a look.

“Do they need our help?” Ryujin whispers.

Chenle shakes his head. “I think they’ll figure it out from here.”

Soon enough, you were laughing at Sungchan’s failed attempts and trying to outplay him. Your friends have already given you the shove. Chenle and Ryujin share a high five and that’s where the new story begins.

You finally know the thrill of a teenage crush. It makes you so damn infuriated that it had to be Jung Sungchan. 

Now every time he waves at you from the field or hands you a bottle of strawberry milk or explains the calc notes you missed or does the bare minimum, you need to deal with the quickening of your pulse and a few butterflies loose from their cage in your stomach. It doesn’t help that you’re almost always together.

The two of you currently sit by the school field, Sungchan tying his shoelaces while you cool off with the water bottle he offered you. Practice ended a while ago for you and the girls have receded into the air conditioned indoor gym. The indoor gym is apparently occupied by the gymnast club and you couldn’t be more disappointed that you didn’t join them instead. 

If anything, however, you’d rather leave this whole thing and focus on your academics. Hobbies shouldn’t be draining you—they should feel like skateboarding on a lilac evening with the wind in your hair.

With a friend you like very, very much.

“Sungchan,” you call quietly. 

“Hm?” 

When he looks up, you can’t hold in the urge to fix the hair out of his eyes. You’ve never been very physically affectionate so it might have come off strange. Sungchan looks at you quietly, stars in his eyes and you clear your throat.

“How long have you been playing soccer? It was before we met, right?”

He hums, eyes traveling up and then back to you when he remembers. “Since I was six. You were there at my first soccer match actually.”

“I was? Oh my god, was it the one you lost horribly and the whole team started crying?”

“Yes. Yes, it was.”

You giggle. “Six year old you would be so in awe now.”

Sungchan beams at that. 

“Who knows?” he smiles, looking into your eyes with firm determination. “Maybe I’ll be the next Son Heungmin.”

“Even I know who that is so… no.”

Sungchan pouts and you make a face in disgust. “Don’t act cute, it gives me hives.”

“Okay, maybe not Son Heungmin. I could definitely be the next Park Jisung—and I don’t mean him.”

Sungchan points to a boy passed out on the benches, his exhaustion typical of any high schooler while another boy sits beside him, fanning him with a bunch of assignment papers. Jisung and Chenle really are more entertaining than any game on this field. 

You turn to look at Sungchan, who’s moving his head around trying to catch their attention. When he finally does, he waves at them and gets big grins in response. He’s not all that bad, you think. In fact, he’s quite possibly the most amiable boy in senior year.

“Just be Jung Sungchan,” you mutter. “Not Son Heungmin or Park Jisung.”

Sungchan turns to you, smiling wide. “Advice taken.”

You scoff. “Whatever.”

Maybe it’s just you but Sungchan has been glancing at your lips very frequently today and mentally thank Chaeryoung for letting you borrow her lip tint. You didn’t know something so subtle could get you this giddy.

“Are you… going to give the CSAT?” You ask, glancing at him nervously. Part of you is sad you only developed your first high school crush in the very last semester. Or if it’s comforting, you could believe you’ve liked him all this time.

“Nah. Sports scholarship,” he says nonchalantly. “I was going to tell you but… I’ve been scouted already.”

You gasp. “That’s… great. Your future’s all settled.”

Sungchan seems to dislike the idea, lips pursing. “I don’t think anything’s settled except for the next step.”

You nod, somewhat understanding. 

“What about you?” He asks. “Any university in mind? SKY? I’ve seen you study extra hours at the library.”

You look away, not feeling ready for the conversation.

“I don’t know,” you say quietly. “I don’t know what I like and what I want. I don’t even like cheer anymore.”

Sungchan gazes at you wordlessly but it’s the most comfortable you’ve felt talking about this.

“Maybe I should quit,” you mumble.

You don’t want to commit to something you no longer have passion for. But then again, you’ve spent so much time on it that it’s hard to leave. 

“You should,” he responds, honest. 

You scoff, shaking yourself from that moment of vulnerability. “But why would I quit something I’m good at?”

“If you don’t like it. If it hurts to leave but isn’t any better when you stay, you should leave.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re quite the philosopher.”

“I’m smart, right?”

You smile. 

“Oy, you two!” Chenle calls, making his way to you two with Jisung trailing behind. “I don’t mean to interrupt your flirting but you got a spare water bottle?”

“Are you two going out now?” Jisung asks as a follow-up, and you feel a hot flush for some reason, unlike the previous times you’ve been asked this question.

“No,” you answer. You don’t mind the idea though now.

“Don’t lie,” Chenle complains. “I saw that picture of Sungchan teaching you how to kick a ball. You? And soccer? Something’s up.”

You throw up your hands in exasperation. “Seriously, who keeps up posting to the school page? And where do they get the time?”

"Two people with this much compatibility will always be a hot topic."

"We're not compatible," you retort quickly.

"Wait," Jisung says. "I know how to resolve this."

You raise an eyebrow.

"How do you have your cereal?" He asks, looking from you to Sungchan.

"Cereal first, obviously," you answer.

Sungchan looks up, finger below his chin as he thinks. "I drink the milk first, then eat the cereal and then breakdance to mix it all together."

You pinch your nose. "I swear I question your sanity all the time."

"Hah! That means you're thinking about me all the time."

You look away, rolling your eyes. He responds with an open-mouthed smile and finger guns.

"See?" Jisung grins. "Compatible."

The gruff voice of Coach Lee startles the four of you and Sungchan leaves with a sigh and a promise of meeting after practice. Jisung leaves with Sungchan and Chenle gives you one last teasing smirk before sitting down and going through the assignment papers he was using as a fan previously. You will never understand his miraculous ways of performing his presidential duties.

You don’t have a good feeling about the next match. The only reason you’re even sticking around anymore—as embarrassing as it—is to spend more time with Sungchan. Being with him puts you at ease, even if the school tries to wrap the two of you in a rope of uneasiness. This is your very last practice, for the next match is the final one of this year and then you’ll be back to spending even longer hours at the library with a stack of textbooks. It’s supposed to be a carefree age. At least, adults say that. Your high school life seems to be riddled with worries, and with that thought, you head into the air conditioned room to take a breather off your anxieties. 

Only one more match, you remind yourself. 

The pre-match buzz is driving you to the edge.

Your form is off, you can feel it already and Coach Kim isn’t as sunshine-as-rainbows as she usually is, courtesy to it being the last match of your life. She’ll never know though, how much you don’t want to do this. 

Sungchan waves at you as he usually does before a match, disappointing a third of his fangirls, but it helps you ease. One last time, (name).

Watching the crowd of people, parents and siblings and friends, all excited and talking makes you take a deep breath. You practiced but it wasn’t good enough. You can never do well at something you don’t like anymore. This time, you feel guilty for committing to things half-heartedly. You want to start that fresh new college chapter already, with all of this behind.

There’s ten minutes left. You go back to the empty hall outside the lockers only to pace. This isn’t helping.

“(name)!”

You turn around abruptly to find Sungchan’s tall figure, and you must be looking miserable because his smile falls.

He doesn’t even ask what’s wrong, only takes careful steps towards you. “Do you need water? Medicine?”

His hands hover over your shoulder but he doesn’t burden you with them. You put your face in your palms and sigh, sinking down to the floor in a crouch.

“I want to quit,” you whisper. Your voice comes off more brittle than you’d like, and you realize that Sungchan hasn’t seen you cry since seventh grade when you failed a math test. You didn’t tell him then but you appreciated him studying extra hours for math just to teach you.

“You don’t have to go out there if you don’t want to,” he says quietly, dropping to the floor beside you. “I’ll stay with you.”

You stare at him dumbfounded. “Don’t be ridiculous! They’ll lose without you—you’re the ace, Sungchan!”

“There will always be an ace,” he retorts. “Maybe Jisung will finally get to shine. Or anyone else. I don’t mind spending an hour with you alone.”

You feel a hot flush spread over your cheeks. Looking away to the side, you mumble an ‘alright’ and only glance from the corner of your eye to see him smiling. Jung Sungchan is the most unreasonable boy you’ve ever met. Perhaps it makes him somewhat loveable too.

“It’s your last match,” you whisper helplessly.

“I’ll join the college soccer club and get to play more matches.”

You sigh, giving in. If he’s so adamant, you think that perhaps there is something in you worth sacrificing his game over. It makes an oddly warm feeling bloom in your chest. Sungchan is so damn convincing with his words. You wonder if it’s really okay.

With shoulders touching, an awkward silence takes over in the next second. You turn to him and open your mouth, watch him do the same and close it at the same time he does.

“You know,” he begins, “I was kind of lying about not worrying because I get the feeling coach will evaporate me tomorrow but—I can handle it. Mostly.”

You stare at him with wide, worried eyes. “You don’t have to do this, Sungchan. I’m the one running away.”

You slouch, pulling your knees closer to your chest and burying your face in them. The urge to scream is boiling within you but you can’t get caught. Not now.

“Sometimes to run is the brave thing,” he responds, insightful. “If you’re not up for it, it’s better to quit early than to regret it in the long run.”

You don’t know if it’s the fact that he just quoted Taylor Swift or spoke like your old school counselor—but you find yourself laughing. He makes sense. Sungchan, in his weird, oddball ways, always makes sense. And in that same way, he feels like home.

“You’re so good to me,” you say, looking up at him and at a proximity you’ve never been before.

It’s his turn to fluster, though he doesn’t do so as visibly as you do. He clears his throat, shifting his eyes around before meeting yours. “I- This is bad timing but… I like you. I really do. Since third grade when you drew that birthday card for me. I have it in my bedside drawer, by the way.”

He looks away and makes a face, probably wondering why he said that out loud.

You press your lips tight to prevent the smile that tugs at them. He looks at you with a wobbly smile, trying his hardest to resume his usual dignity—but he’s just a boy, after all. 

“My type is dumb and pretty, though?” You tease, the smile escaping. “You said it yourself.”

He blinks. “Well, I am pretty but if you want me to be stu—”

You shake your head. “I like you too. You don’t have to act cute.”

He pauses, thinking. “I have never acted cute in my life ever. I was born cu—”

You hold his face between your thumb and forefinger. “You do that again and you die.”

He breaks into a smile. 

“I’ve never met someone quite like you,” you whisper, embarrassed of your own feelings bubbling up from the bottle you had kept them in.

He laughs, open-mouthed and pretty. 

“Actually, hey, I didn’t like you all this time from fifth. I liked you and then I didn’t like you and then I liked you again—”

“Okay, I get it.”

His shoulders relax and he smiles at you. You look up at the clock on the wall by the entrance to the field and bite your lip. You don’t love performing anymore but you know all the girls do, even the stand-bys. Jisung might not have to take over Sungchan’s position but you bet one of those tenth graders would love to take yours, the same way you did back then. They’ve practiced harder than you too and it’s only a matter of deserving.

You take a deep breath and get up, pulling up Sungchan by the hand. He raises an eyebrow, inquisitive eyes scanning over your face and you smile at him, strengthening your resolve. You should have done this way sooner.

-

Sungchan plays. You don’t let him sit it out with you. 

Halfway through, you cheer the hardest you ever have, plastic decorative gemstones stuck by your eyes borrowed from the other girls cheering. It’s much more fun, you think. You’ve never experienced soccer like this. You’d love to sit at stadiums and join in victory chants. There’s enough weight off your chest to yell your lungs out.

Sungchan scores a goal almost immediately after and sends a thumbs up over to you. You laugh. This is the best break you’ve ever taken from cheerleading. 

“Ooh, is this perhaps the (name) effect?” Chenle’s voice rings through the speakers and you feel yourself shrink slightly under the eyes. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see your homeroom teacher signal very angrily to the commentator box. You shake yourself off it. So what if everyone’s looking?

Sungchan places his hands on his hips, chest heaving and sends another signal to you before beelining for a straight goal. You whoop and the girl with a notebook beside you is visibly annoyed at this point but you don’t care. 

Without doubt, your school wins and you watch as Sungchan runs to his team, a big smile on his face. The second he’s done getting pet by the team, however, he rushes to the bleachers, skipping over the steps to you, panting when he stops. The risk he took was definitely not calculated. He holds up one finger while he heaves.

“My cheering worked best this time, it seems,” you say to him, laughing.

His face is flushed from the exertion but he laughs heartily. “You could be yelling profanity at me and it’d still encourage me.”

You shake your head at the cheesy line. He takes a step forward, well inside your space but you don’t mind. He leans in.

“Everyone is looking at us,” he says under his breath. “Is that a good or a bad thing?”

You look behind him to find the whole team, along with your girls sharing furtive glances and giggling at the sight of the two of you. A few of the junior girls slap each other’s arms, bouncing on the balls of their feet in excitement. You’re not a celebrity. But everyone wants to cheer things on once in a while, don’t they?

“Good,” you answer, before pulling him by the shirt into a chaste kiss. When you pull apart, Sungchan’s face is so struck with awe that you want to look away but instead you bite back an obvious smile. It’s about damn time, someone from the soccer team yells.

“Woah. I think I scored a goal either way,” he says, an offbeat smile on his face.

“Oh come on, we didn’t even get to chant ‘Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!’ yet—oh shit, the mic’s on.”

Chenle is definitely getting an earful from your teacher after this. The two of you wave at him at the box and end up laughing at him trying to hide behind the desk. 

As expected, the whole crowd surrounds the two of you in less than a minute’s worth of time, with several congratulations and “good score” offered to the two of you. The boys mess up Sungchan’s hair while the girls compliment you on how cute a couple you are. There’s also the question of when you started dating that pauses the buzz and makes everyone look to the two of you for an answer. Sungchan turns to you and you turn to him, and there’s no way you’ll tell half the school that your confession came in a private hallway outside the field—teenage imaginations run wild. 

Instead, you slip your hand into Sungchan’s and run down the bleachers and towards the exit, laughter spilling from your lips. There’s only one place you can think of going to spend a cool blue late afternoon with.

“Skate plaza?” He asks.

“Skate plaza,” you answer.