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casinotrio1965 · 1 year

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Disney : Lampwick and Pinocchio's Jealousy by Levi

Lampwick crossed his arms as he sank into the chair at the dinner table. He was supposed to be hanging with Pinnochio, his best friend, but here he was at this dinner party as he hung around Alice.

Those two boys had always been close, inseparable even. They did everything together, went everywhere, closer than anything. Until…

He met her. A gorgeous graceful lady with blonde hair that rested against her shoulders. Her mystifying blue eyes that could entrance most. A blossoming curiosity that could keep anyone entertained. The two had met by chance at a sweets shop. They chatted with each other for a while, really hitting it off. Soon, Lampwick and Pinnochio's hangouts slowly got shorter. Everyday to every other day. A couple of hours to thirty minutes.

"Oh, sorry Lampwick. I promised Alice that I'd take her to that new puppet show in town", he would tell his friend.

Soon, Pinnochio began spending his days with that girl, leaving Lampwick alone with his ice cream.

"Tsk. That stupid Alice. Doesn't she know that he's my best friend…?" he mumbled to himself.

He would watch his best friend laughing and hugging this other girl, and he couldn't help but feel… hollow. His heart aching in his chest while he can do nothing but scowl. It was why he was at the dinner party. To show Pinnochio that he can have fun without him! But… All he could do at that table was imagine how close Alice and him were becoming.

Was it wrong that he didn't want to lose his best friend? Was he being too clingy? He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice the girl that sat beside him. She was silent, paying little attention to him. Everyone was conversing with each other, having fun as they gulped down their drinks.

"I've never seen someone so down at a party", the girl said.

Lampwick flinched, finally realising the presence of the pretty girl that gave off a mysterious aura.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I'll tell you my name if you say yours first", she responded.

He raised his eyebrow in intrigue, his mind drifting from the thoughts that troubled him earlier.

"Lampwick."

"Odd name", she commented.

"Tsk, just tell me yours", he scowled.

"Tigerlily."

He snickered, making her form an irritated expression.

"And you call my name weird."

"Because it is. Just because you find my name strange doesn't mean yours is any more normal." He grinned at her words, wondering if she was always like that. She even smiled slightly, but it was brief. The food was served with much grace with delicious scents radiating off of it. There was roast chicken, bowls of fruits, freshly chopped vegetables and an entire pig with an apple in its mouth. Lampick drooled at the sight, grabbing an entire chicken leg and dug in. It was soft and juicy in his mouth, and it was still hot.

“Jeez. You eat like you’ve never been fed”, Tigerlily remarked in surprise.

“I’m damn hungry so what do ya expect?” he replied as he rolled his eyes.

The two enjoyed the food of the party, watching people dance and the musicians filling the chipper air with song. Cheers rang out as the organisers went to clear the table and wash the dishes at the basin. Tigerlily and Lampwick got to know each other over a drink of homemade fruit juice, giggling and laughing at the most simple of things. Gradually, he forgot his worries about Pinocchio.

Pinocchio had felt guilty about blowing off his best friend for so long, so he decided he’d spend some time with him. Once he arrived at his house, he heard laughing. He knocked politely as Lampwick went to answer. Pinocchio saw a girl he didn’t recognise at the pool table, struggling to learn how to properly hold the cue.

“Hey, Lampwick. I wanted to know if you wanted to go bowling with me?” he asked.

“Sorry kid. I’m busy teaching Tigerlily here how to play pool.”

The small boy nodded with a forced smile, feeling slightly curious about the girl but quickly went home.

But this wasn’t the last time. The same thing was happening but now the roles were reversed. Pinocchio wondered if his best friend was replacing him and he couldn’t help but feel a little hurt. Maybe even a bit jealous. Lampwick kept blowing him off for Tigerlily no matter how many times he tried to invite him out. He was starting to think that they might be even more than friends… “Sorry kid. Maybe next time.”

That was his usual response.

He was now convinced. His place was being taken by the girl Lampwick kept hanging out with. And lately Alice had been busy so he had nobody to turn to for comfort. He spent his weekend with nothing but a bucket of ice cream.

The two were drifting apart, but they weren’t the only ones who noticed. Alice and Tigerlily were worried about the boys, wondering what they should do.

One evening, Alice and Pinocchio were on their way to the new garden that opened to the public when they happened to bump into Tigerlily and Lampwick. The tension was high, so thick that it was suffocating. The two boys glanced at each other, nodding before walking in opposite directions. The girls started panicking and shared a look, wondering what they could do to fix this.

“So… You’re Alice”, Tigerlily said with a hint of sass.

“I am…” the blonde girl mumbled.

“Look, I don’t know much about you except how you’re stealing Lampwick’s friend-”

“Stealing!? I don’t understand what you mean.”

Tigerlily sighed, shaking her head in annoyance. “Because of you and Pinocchio, he thinks he’s losing his best friend.”

“W-well… Pinocchio keeps being ignored by him because of you!”

They glared at each other before Alice tilted her head down to calm herself.

“Look, there’s no use blaming each other. How about we form a truce and find a way to fix this.”

Tigerlily nodded, holding out her hand for Alice to shake it.

“Fine. What do you propose?”

Alice cupped her chin before lightly tapping it, as if it would help her think any better.

“I… Err… I’m drawing a blank”, she finally sighed.

They both feel defeated, both hoping for some sort of sign or guidance…

“Well, don’t you two look like sour ducklings”, a silky woman’s voice called out, catching the two off guard.

Alice and Tigerlily looked at each other in disbelief, wondering if they’re just hearing things.

“Awww, don’t make those faces! We aren’t here to harm you”, a more chipper lady added with a giggle.

“Who’s speaking?” Alice responded.

A puff of smoke surrounded the ground like a set of magical clouds, masking their vision and making them blink rapidly. A pair of silhouettes of gorgeous women could be seen through the steam. With a chuckle, the women reveal themselves to the girls as they tower over them. One had a huge beehive of wine red hair covered in fruits as she had a playful smile on her face. Such a fun aura coated her and you could feel excited just looking at her. Her chubby face made her rather cute. The other woman appeared so unbelievably graceful that it was intimidating. Her long features made her feel so mature and wise. Her magenta crown and flowy dress sparkled like gems under the sun, almost like she was a fairy. Her curly blonde hair fell at her sides like water waves at a romantic beach.

“Hera and Hestia at your services!” the cheerful red haired woman sang.

“And you two must be Alice and Tigerlily. We’ve been keeping a close eye on you girls”, Hera purred.

The two were stunned at the sight of these goddesses and gasped from their beauty. Who knew people could be so gorgeous?

“Keeping a close eye on us? You mean stalking right?” Tigerlily snapped, trying to regain her composure.

Alice elbowed her lightly to signal for her to stop acting so defensive. She flashed them a smile and kept staring at them, curious and tempted to learn more about them. “Why were you spying on us?”

“I guess you could say we were rather bored”, Hera shrugged.

“So you just happened to overhear us?”

“Yes, child. We did.”

“Really? Then why did you come down and tell us all this?”

“Again, we were bored.”

“Why were you bored?”

Hera was a bit irritated by the amount of questions already. Were all humans so chatty and full of questions? She looked over at Hestia to motion for her to continue on for her.

“We’ll answer all your other queries later on. After all, you have quite a problem on your minds, right?” Hestia asked in hopes Alice would turn her attention to that.

“Yes, we do. So please help us. We don’t want Lampwick and Pinocchio to fight anymore”, Tigerlily chimed in.

Hera thought for a moment so they could figure out how to solve this dilemma.

“Ah yes, mortal friendships. I have a plan but you must listen…”

Tigerlily and Alice nodded obediently before coming close, carefully paying attention to the plan that’ll end this fight. They both felt nervous about pulling it off together. They were worried about making things worse, but they had to do something.

All that’s left now is to put the plan into action. Lampwick was headed to the park after Tigerlily invited him to hang out again. Since he hasn’t been hanging out with his best friend lately, he’s been aching for a distraction. The day was bright and sunny with a light breeze. The birds were flying by without a care as their song filled his ears. A truly wonderful day. Yet his gut kept warning him of a storm. He shook off his feelings of cautiousness as he arrived.

“Lampwick! Over here!” Tigerlily exclaimed as she waved in his direction.

He spotted her sitting comfortably on the grass and hastily went over to her. They shared a quick hug with each other before sitting down together.

“How have you been feeling?” she asked.

“Ehh… I’m alright now that you’re here”, he smiled, returning to his laid back gestures.

“Really? I’m glad!”

As the two chatted for a few minutes, Pinocchio and Alice weren’t too far away, taking a stroll together for their date. He was enjoying their conversation but Alice’s eyes were wandering around the park, scanning for Tigerlily and Lampwick.

“And then the lion ate the guy’s-”

Pinocchio’s excited smile faded when he realised she wasn’t paying attention anymore. He huffed and pouted, waiting for her to look at him again, but it wasn’t working and he was getting impatient.

“Alice!” he yelled.

She flinched and snapped her head back to him, smiling innocently.

“Yes? Sorry, I thought I saw a… weird looking bird. I zoned out a little.”

“You’re the weird bird. You’ve been zoning out constantly. Are you upset at me?”

Her eyes widened at the question and she opened her mouth, about to tell him the truth, but she couldn’t. Tigerlily would be so mad if she messed this up.

“N-no! I’m not upset! It’s just… uhm…”

She had to keep him distracted for a bit longer until she’s close enough to the other couple. Tigerlily was trying really hard to make sure Lampwick wouldn’t notice anything strange either.

“Alice. Be honest with me…” She turned red from shame before turning to Lampwick and pretending to do a genuine gasp.

“Oh my! Tigerlily and Lampwick! What a coincidence seeing you here on a date”, she lied.

Tigerlily feigned surprise too to sell the idea. Meanwhile, the boys were glaring at each other, refusing to say a word in defiance.

“Oh, hey you two! Are you on a date as well?” she remarked.

“Why, yes we are!” Alice grinned.

“Then why don’t you join us?”

Lampwick’s eyes were bulging out their sockets in disbelief while Pinocchio motioned to Alice to say no by tugging on her dress gently.

“We would love to!”

As Alice sat down beside Tigerlily, Pinocchio chose to sit far away from Lampwick. They hadn’t spoken in a while and things felt unbearably awkward between them. The pair of girls waited for them to say something to each other, but of course they remained silent.

“So… um… Uh… Isn’t today nice or whatever?” Tigerlily commented.

“What do you think, Lampwick?”

He crossed his arms and grumbled under his breath, avoiding eye contact with his supposed best friend. The girls were getting tired of this and didn’t know what else to do. But they had to stick with the plan.

“Tigerlily, I have a girl emergency. Help me out please?”

She nodded as they left the boys behind alone with each other. The silence was more painful than a haystack of needles. It was heavier than a million elephants.

“You seem happy”, Pinocchio finally said.

“So do you”, Lampwick scoffed.

“What’s your problem? You’ve been ignoring me ever since you got a girlfriend!” “I’ve been ignoring you!? You’ve been ignoring me! That Alice has been distracting you like crazy!”

“How could you say that?”

“How could you abandon me!?”

The patrons of the park gave them strange looks and were curious as to why these random guys were arguing. They all started leaving to go to the other side of the park to avoid this distasteful row.

“You did it first! You kept blowing me off and I thought you didn’t care about me anymore!”

Lampwick was shaken by his claim, trying to process this accusation. Ignoring him first? Was that really the truth?

“Pinocchio, why didn’t you tell me? I’m your best bud”, he whispered in a hurt tone.

“You looked super happy and I didn’t wanna ruin it…Then I met Alice and I thought you’d be better without me bothering you anymore…”

The two shared a glance of understanding with tears in their eyes. Then they both embraced while Tigerlily and Alice watched from afar with huge smiles.

“I missed you, Lampwick.”

“I missed you too, Pinocchio.”

They pulled away from the hug and felt much better about everything. Alice and Tigerlily started going over back to them to hang out as a group like the true friends they were. It had been a week since then and they were hanging out on the streets just goofing around with each other when a certain blonde haired boy was roaming around, freshly back from his “Vacation” . He was scanning the area for his friends and was humming to himself. Pinocchio happened to glance over in the boy’s direction, tapping his best friend’s shoulder to get his attention.

“Alexander!” they both called out.

The blonde boy rushed over to them to give them a hug.

“How have you guys been!?” he squealed.

He looked over their shoulders, making eye contact with Tigerlily and Alice.

“Hi. I’m Alice, Pinocchio’s girlfriend!”

“Tigerlily. I’m with Lampwick.”

Alexander’s eyes were blank at hearing those words.

“WHAT!? YOU TWO HAVE GIRLFRIENDS NOW!? HOW MUCH DID I MISS!?”

The rest of them all shared a cheerful laugh with each other as Alexander bombarded them with questions. The End

#tiger lily x lampwick #lampwick #alice in wonderland #disney alice #alice x pinocchio #pinocchio #pinocchio 1940 #disney pinocchio #disney peter pan #peter pan 1953 #peter pan #disney descendants

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rosemary1315 · 2 years

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SU OC Profile: Anton and Felix Zimmermann

Anton Zimmermann

Nickname: Tony (Ludwig, Jade/Jasmin, Blue Topaz *sometime*), Papa (Felix), Uncle Anton (Heidi *sometime*), Uncle Tony (Heidi)

Hometown: Frankfurt, Germany

Relative(s): Mr. Zimmermann (Father), Mrs. Zimmermann (Mother), Ludwig Zimmermann (Younger Brother), Heidi Zimmermann (Niece), Martha Zimmermann (First Wife/ *Deceased), Felix Zimmermann (Son)

Friend(s): Jade/Jasmin (Current Girlfriend), Noppadon Sangarun (Friend), Oliver Stuart (Friend), Sebastian Bonheur (Friend), Blue Topaz (Friend), Pink Sapphire (Friend), Fuchsia Pearl (Friend), Steven and The Crystal Gems (Friends)

Occupation: Baker and Bakery Shop Owner in Frankfurt

Personality:

He's kind, polite, calm and friendly. He's mature than his younger brother, Ludwig.

He's responsible, patient and careful, especially when he work at Bakery. Because, his mother always teach about this.

He love and care his only son, Felix much. Especially, after he lost his wife. He tries to be great father. Although, he know it's difficult for him as baker and father

He's very calm, reasonable and isn't easily angry. But, he can to be scary when mad in sometimes. If that incident was a serious situation.

He's talented in many things, beside baking like skiing, repairing and cooking. But, he's always modest to everything. Especially, his baking skill.

He's good at cooking as his mother, Especially potato recipes (It's reason his girlfriend, Jade/Jasmin love any potato recipes he made).

He like riding motorcycle, when he was teenage. He love travel as his father, although he was busy with his work. But when he has a free time, He often rides his motorcycle to difference places in Germany (at least near Frankfurt). Black Forest (Schwarzwald) is most fav. place when come travel. For his fav. city is Rothenburg (his mother hometown) and Cologne.

For his fav. German foods, He love Maultaschen, he never get tired to eat it. He like Wurst or German Sausage (he and Ludwig, both like wurst. But, Ludwig is his most fav. food), he like to eat it with potato (mostly), Sauerkraut (sometimes) or salad (Wurst Salat). Especially Bratwurst, Gelbwurst and Weisswurst is his favorite. Also, Käsespätzle, Kohlrouladen (German Cabbage roll) and Kartoffelsuppe (German Potato Soup).

For his fav. German desserts, he like Apfelkuchen (German Apple Cake). Also, he like Bread with jam, Eierkuchen (German Pancake) with jam. For jam, Strawberry jam is his fav. jam.

For his fav. drink, Orange Juice is his most fav. drink and juice. Also, he like to drink Coffee in sometimes.

Like: Baking, Skiing, Cooking, Riding motorcycle, Travel (Schwarzwald or Black Forest, Rothenburg and Cologne is his fav. places)

Favorite foods, dessert and drink: Maultaschen (His most fav. food), Wurst (mostly, he like Bratwurst, Gelbwurst and Weisswurst), Wurst Salat, Käsespätzle, Kohlrouladen, Apfelkuchen, Bread with jam (Especially Strawberry Jam), Eierkuchen with jam, Strawberry Jam, Orange Juice, Coffee

Backstory

Anton Zimmermann is Baker and Bakery Shop Owner. He's Ludwig's older brother and Heidi's uncle. He was born and raised in Frankfurt, Germany. He love and interesting about baking when he was kid. He learn baking from his mother. He helped his mother make bread at bakery everyday after school.

After Anton graduated university, He decide to to run a bakery with his mother since then.

Until once day, Anton met Martha at his bakery. While, Martha came to his bakery to buy bread before going to work. That moment, he started fall in love her, and he can't stop think about her for days. Then days later, he met her again. He decided to confess his feelings for her. Few days later, he started a relationship with her.

1 year later, Anton married Hannah (at that time, Ludwig had relationship with Hannah). Then 1 year later, he and Hannah has son is Felix (at that time, Ludwig married Hannah). He and Hannah live together with his son.

Years later in once day, after Ludwig lost his wife, Hannah for car accident for 1 year. At that time, Ludwig decided move to America with his daughter, Heidi (While, Felix was 7 years old, and Heidi was 6 years old). Anton disagreed with Ludwig's decision to move America. He had an argument with his brother. After Ludwig move to America with Heidi, he never talk to his brother at that time.

1 year later, Anton lost his wife, Martha (While, Felix was 8 years old). At that time, He was regret by loss, and he was sad for days. That moment, he began to realize and understand Ludwig's hurt feeling. He felt guilty to his brother. Then, he tries to improve his understanding with younger brother, Ludwig. Then 1 year later, he decided to come to America to visit Ludwig.

Years later, in once day. Anton with his son, Felix visit Ludwig and his niece, Heidi in America like every year. Later day, Ludwig decided to take Anton and his nephew to go to Beach City. Ludwig introduce Blue Topaz and Pink Sapphire know to Anton (it was beginning Anton know about gem).

While Anton is talking to Blue Topaz and Pink Sapphire. Blue Topaz saw her friend, Jade/Jasmin walking past, so she brought her to meet Ludwig's older brother, Anton. That moment, Jade started blush after she saw him. Ludwig can see and know, Jade fall in love his brother. While, Blue Topaz and Heidi can't help but smile, when they saw Jade didn't stop blushing. At that time, Anton don't know Jade fall in love him.

1 week later, Anton started wonder and can't stop to think about Jade blush when she first met him. Because, she didn't stop looking at him. He decide to ask Ludwig and Blue Topaz about Jade. Ludwig started smile and said him, Jade has crush on him. Anton is bit surprised about it. Then Blue Topaz confirmed him, Jade really like him. That moment, he don't expect someone really like him. Because, he was single for years. Also, he was busy with his work at bakery, it made him not expectation about love at that time. Plus, he don't sure if he could love Jade or not. Because, he's just a baker. While, Jade looks like a aristocrat woman. But Blue Topaz encouraged him, he cheered up again.

Few days later, Anton decide to open up to love again with Jade, after being single for years.

Felix Zimmermann

Nickname: Big Boy Felix (Heidi *Sometime*, Ludwig *Sometime*), Son (Anton *Sometime*), Baker Boy (Ludwig *Sometime*)

Hometown: Frankfurt, Germany

Relative(s): Mr. Zimmermann (Grandfather), Mrs. Zimmermann (Grandmother), Anton Zimmermann (Father), Martha Zimmermann (Mother/ *Deceased), Ludwig Zimmermann (Uncle), Heidi Zimmermann (Cousin)

Friend(s): Jade/Jasmin (Friend), Patiphan Sangarun (Friend), Jun Skyler (Friend), Charlotte Bonheur (Friend), Blue Topaz (Friend), Pink Sapphire (Friend), Steven and The Crystal Gems (Friends)

Occupation: Student/Baker at his father's Bakery in Frankfurt

Personality:

He's polite and friendly to everyone as his father. But, he's bit shy. He' very gentle, especially animals.

He's mature than some teenage his same age and strong than his father. Because he lost his mother, when he was 8 years old. He's responsible to his work as his father, he helped make bread at bakery with his father and his grandmother everyday after school. It's reason he have few friends.

He's reasonable, he had no problem with Jasmin (Jade), after he found Jasmin has crush his father. he know his father was single for years after his father lost Martha (Felix's mother). Since that day, it made his father focus on his work to take care of him and a good life for his family. He just want to see his father happy again or to find new love again.

He prefer stay home with his family. Plus, the responsibility for his work with his father, and spend time stay with his grandparent. It made him feel more comfortable with his grandparents than hanging out with teenage his same age.

He love and respect his father and grandparent. Because, throughout his childhood to his teenage years, he was mostly with his father and grandparent. He's very close to his cousin, Heidi just like a sibling. He was always worried about Heidi, Especially after his cousin moved to America.

He's interest in photography, it's his most fav. hobby beside baking. He learn photography from grandfather (Anton and Ludwig's father love photography, beside wood craving). He's good at photography, his family often asked him to take pictures many times about. But mostly, he always like to take pictures of landscapes like natural and cities, or about foods. He always carried a his camera and mobile phone, when he travel to difference places in Germany. Romerberg Square is one of fav. place in Frankfurt, For his fav. city is Nuremberg and Stuttgart.

He love travel as his father. He often travel with his family when he and his family have take a break from work or holiday. He had a dream of traveling abroad to take pictures in difference places when he grow up.

He like music, it's one of his fav. hobby. He like to listen and play music, because music made him felt relax in every time take a break or after work. He like to play guitar, especially acoustic guitar.

For his fav. German foods, he love Bauernfrühstück, especially his grandmother make. Also, he like Kartoffelpuffer with sour cream sauce, Flädlesuppe and Schnitzel with Spaetzle.

For his fav. German desserts, Apfelkuchen is his fav. dessert as his father. Also, he like Chocolate Sandwich Cookies (Especially with Milk or Hot Chocolate), Kalterhund

For his fav. drinks, Hot Chocolate is his most fav. drink. Also, he like Apple Juice and Milk.

Like: Music, Playing Guitar, Photography, Travel (Romerberg Square, Nuremberg and Stuttgart is his fav. places), Spend time with his family

Favorite foods, dessert and drink: Bauernfrühstück, Kartoffelpufferwith sour cream sauce, Flädlesuppe, Schnitzel with Spaetzle, Apfelkuchen (his fav. dessert like his father), Chocolate Sandwich Cookies, Kalterhund, Hot Chocolate, Apple Juice, Milk

Backstory

Felix Zimmermann is Anton's only son. He's Heidi's cousin. He was born and raised Frankfurt, Germany.

Until years later, Felix heard his father argument with his uncle, Ludwig about his uncle and his cousin, Heidi move to America. That moment, he don't expect his father so angry before, especially with his uncle. He know, his father is calm and isn't easily angry. Also, he was sad when he saw his uncle and cousin move to America. Also, his father don't speak and contacted to his uncle, after his uncle move to America with his cousin again at that time.

1 year later, Felix lost his mother. That moment, he saw his father was regret about it. Although, he was regret as his father. But, he tries to be strong, and promised himself that he will be strong without a mother. Since then, he went on with his father and grandmother making bread. Then 1 year later, he and his father came to America to visit his uncle and cousin. He can see, his father started understand his uncle's feeling, after his father was in same situation.

Years later, Felix and his father, Anton came to America to visit his uncle, Ludwig and his cousin, Heidi in America like every year. Later day, he and his father go to Beach City with his uncle and cousin. He and his father made Blue Topaz and Pink Sapphire as their new friends (it was beginning Felix know about gem).

While his father is talking to Blue Topaz and Pink Sapphire, He saw one of Blue Topaz's friend, Jade/Jasmin blush and didn't stop looking at his father. That moment, he started wonder if that woman (Jade/Jasmin) like his father or not. But, he didn't tell his father. He kept his suspicion about it, and he and Heidi tried to observe, if Jade really like his father.

1 week later after Felix and Heidi observed Jade, Heidi was sure Jade really like Felix's father. That moment, Felix started don't sure if his father like her back. Because, he know his father was single for years. Plus, he wonder why Jade (Jasmin) like his father. But, he had no problem if she like his father. Also, he want to see his father happy with someone again.

#Steven Universe #Steven Universe OC #Anton Zimmermann #Felix Zimmermann #My OC

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finn0 · 8 months

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chipotle order?

OZ version is GYG or Zambrero in which case the beef burrito from GYG is somehow the shit, but zambie's used to have like an adobo chicken that was curried almost which was astonishingly delicious but now they don't do it, but I would suggest if you're making a burrito please put some curry in your pulled chicken or pork because it weirdly works so well with all the other regular mexican flavours

thoughts on veganism?

far too much work and you'll find yourself talking about it all the time. if you have to ask whether sour patch kids have gelatine in them and whether you're killing the planet by eating fists full of sugar shaped like pink watermelon babies, it's negating not having a bloody chicken wing once a decade

a specific color that gives you the ick?

really pale, almost washed out white people skin. like the peaky skin of someone who's about to be sick

mythical creature you think/believe is real?

I've encountered enough river eels to imagine that something fucked up and huge lives in Loch Ness. Or the Ogopogo in Canada. Or the Mongolian death worm. A giant worm in the sand dunes of the Gobi desert? Probably!

favorite form of potato?

Creamy dauphinoise with a tiny bit of chili in it. Or a really crisp latke.

do you use a watch?

no, irrelevant creation. also calling it a timepiece is so ridiculous.

what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?

OCTOPUS

do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home?

anything where i'm not sweaty and my balls can meet their best friends, my knees

do you have a skincare routine (and how many steps is it)?

Oh yes, cocoa butter vaseline on my face all day, hyaluronic acid after a shower around my eyes, same thing but in cream form as a night cream

on a plane, do you ask for apple or orange juice?

ginger ale, because air travel is the least likely place I will ever drink alcohol. and orange juice swells me up like poison ivy

anything from your childhood you’ve held on to?

a few trinkets, but I've never thrown a book away in my life

brand of haircare/bodycare/skincare that you trust 100%?

Dove cucumber soap

first thing you’re doing in the purge?

finding a former manager and breaking her limbs before throwing her down a well

do you think you’re dehydrated?

constantly

rank the methods of death: freezing, burning, drowning

best to worst: freezing, drowning, burning

thoughts on mint chocolate chip?

underrated and preferred

an anxious compulsion you do everyday?

vaping honestly.

your boba/tea order?

total waste of money. a teabag is 1 cent at home.

the veggie you dislike the most?

I used to violently hate beetroot until I learned how to roast them properly and a friend made some amazing borscht. So now? idk, even kale chips are good. love brussel sprouts. love parsnips. love asparagus. idk. I guess I've never had a turnip every before.

favorite disney princess movie?

I could not give less of a shit about disney

a number that weirds you out?

do you have an emotional support water bottle?

I have lost every water bottle I've ever owned within one week

do you wear jewelry?

I have 3 key rings that I wear on my pinky because if they fall off they're easily replacable and I also lost my engagement ring the very next day after the fact

which do you find yourself using, american or british english?

british because it's from there and I never have to say aluminum

would you say you have good taste in music?

oh. no.

how’s your spice tolerance?

incredible. i've eaten cayenne peppers raw as a snack

what’s your favorite or go-to outfit?

the least amount of short and shirts I can, I am out of control overheated at all times

last meal on earth?

honestly a crispy pork banh mi and a ripe mango that I eat over a sink

preferred pasta noodle?

rigatoni, with pork sausage, fennel, chili and cream. Ina Garten's recipe is the absolute bomb.

#hi

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survey--s · 11 months

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661.

How old were you when you rode a bike with no training wheels? I think I was about 5-6 years old.

If you could eat one food for a month, what would it be? I would get so sick of just eating one food lol.

Do you do your homework? Do you study? I did used to do my homework but I never really did much outside of that, to be quite honest. I was a lazy student.

Are you usually a nice person? Hmm, I think so.

What are you doing besides this? I'm kind of watching the Simpsons and the dog is curled up by my feet which is nice as it's bloody freezing outside lol.

Favorite snack? It depends on my mood, to be be honest. I like savoury more than sweet as as general rule, though.

What color is your house? Like a creamy colour at the front with brown window sills etc. but at the back it's a hideous burnt orange lol. We have the paint to re-do but just haven't actually done it yet. We're going to paint it white with black wood bits.

If you had $500,000 what would you buy? A new house that didn't need loads of work doing to it lol.

Do you watch more than 5 hours of tv a week? I watch more than five hours in a day lol. But mostly it's background noise - I very, very rarely sit and just watch a TV show.

When was the last time you high-fived someone? I high-fived one of the dogs I walk earlier, does that count?

Are you worried? No.

Do you carry a purse everyday where ever you go? No, I don't even own one.

Have you ever played Marco Polo? Yeah, as a little kid in the pool. We often played it as an end of term treat time thing.

Do you drink coffee every morning? Yeah, I have a cup of coffee everyday before work. On weekends I normally have two a day.

What time did you wake up today? 7am but I didn't get out of bed until half past as I was waiting for the heating to kick in.

Would you ever become an alcoholic or tobacco addict? I mean, nobody chooses for that to happen. Addiction is way, way more complicated than "choice".

What site did you get your layout from? It's just one of the generic Tumblr ones.

Describe your style: I don't really have one. I dress for practicality/comfort mostly.

If the people who invite you to a party do drugs would you go to the party? I don't go to parties lol.

What’s your favorite juice? Apple or cranberry.

Do you judge people easily? Yeah, everyone judges people. I don't necessarily act on those judgements though.

Last book you read? I don't remember.

How often do you cry? I don't know. I think I've cried maybe three times this year?

Do you usually get surveys from people or sites? I get them all from other people's Tumblrs.

Do you know the Pledge of Allegiance? No. I'm not American so it's irrelevant to me.

If you had to choose, would you be a writer or an artist? Writer.

A stranger smiles at you, do you smile back? Of course. Everyone smiles or talks to everyone around here.

Are you going anywhere today? I've been to work but I have no plans to go anywhere else. Which is good as it's bloody freezing and wet outside.

Are you preppy? No.

If you could change one thing about your body, what would it be? My hair type.

What’s scarier; spiders or worms? Spiders.

Water or Milk? Milk.

Do you know anyone who is a vegetarian? Sure, loads of people. It's a pretty common thing these days.

Would you rather have one real best friend or a lot of friends? One real best friend.

Monkeys or Donkeys? Monkeys. Donkeys are cute too though.

Are you going to college one day? I graduated university over a decade ago.

Do you have more than 6 pairs of socks? Yeah, I have loads of socks.

What is 3.14? Pi.

Who was last mean to you? I have no idea.

Do you play poker for real money? No. I don't even know how to play Poker.

What was the last video game you played? Gems of War.

How do you dry your hair? Mostly it's air-dried but sometimes I blow-dry it.

Are you on a laptop? Yes.

Where are you? Under a blanket in the living room with the dog curled up with me. Simba is asleep next to us too.

#survey #surveys

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TODAY'S SHOPPING TREASURY IN SAGAMINO CITY--July 3rd Lay-Wa 5 Daytime( Rates at 07/16/2023 11AM--UTC+9)

Life Super Market [Call-me-True-Motton]

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MEGA DONKI [Call-me-True-Mutton]

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dailyakira · 3 years

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Hi! I was wondering if I could request a Wolf Keum x reader where the reader pines over him by giving him homemade gifts and food. Maybe he secretly appreciates it but doesn’t acknowledge her, and then feels really bad once she starts giving up? It can end in angst or fluff, I’m cool with whatever. Sorry if this sounds too stereotypical, and you don’t have to write it ofc. It’s just something that’s been on my mind for a bit ajdkwk. Thank you so much! ~ klutzy anon

Love language - Wolf Keum

a/n: i’m so excited to have a anon!! my works are okay at most, so this is a first!!

warnings: angsty, fluffy, wolf is rude, love language in this case in gift giving

it had to be the thirtieth time that you placed a juice box on wolf’s desk, after finding out he liked it after a single conversation.

wolf had found it annoying at this point. it was embarrassing for his lackeys to see some kid’s drink on his desk. not to mention, you always left a note sprawled with your incessant questions.

there was no point of asking whether his hair was naturally purple, because he’d never tell you. or why he spent so much time on that rooftop, giving out orders.

as wolf went towards the rooftop during lunch break, you had stopped him.

a pink blush was painted on the apples of his cheeks as you pushed a box of food towards his chest.

“i noticed that you don’t usually have anything to eat for lunch, so i brought extras!” you said joyfully.

he appreciated it, of course. he had just wished you’d given him the food in private as his ‘friends’ trailed behind him just in time.

his lackeys started chuckling and rocking his shoulders back and forth. the situation had slowly started to anger wolf. he was never known for having any patience towards people.

he took the box of food and slammed it on the floor. the top of the container broke, the contents of the box spilling out onto the concrete.

a gasp left your mouth as your hands started to tremble. he had never done something like this before, and you would’ve willingly stopped if he asked.

a pang of guilt washed over him, and an apologetic look was stuck in his eyes. wolf quickly maintained his stoic look before speaking to you.

“don’t give me these useless things. it’s getting annoying to deal with you constantly.”

your heart dropped to your throat as tears welled up in the crevices of your eyes. every part of your body felt itchy.

maybe if he had rejected you normally, you wouldn’t feel this way. all it needed was just a ‘sorry, i can’t accept your feelings.’

the palm of your hand hit the side of his cheek, making him do a double take.

“you’re such a prick!”

you hugged your textbooks to your chest before storming out of the corridor.

everyday, wolf’s desk was empty, instead of the usual juice box. you had avoided eye contact every time he tried to clear the air.

it had been almost two months since he had upset you.

the more you had ignored him, the worse his heartache became. he knew he was irrational and stupid for even doing something like that.

he didn’t deserve your affection or good graces. he was always unintentionally cold and rude, he was unsure of how you even put up with him.

he was still confused on how you could move on so quickly though. wolf knew that you were completely over him, but why’d you have to start giving other guys gifts?

the juice boxes that were only a gesture towards him had been placed on another desk. the messy lunches you’d make for him were directly handed to someone else.

the flushed look on your face wasn’t for him anymore.

the thought made his heart drop farther down into his stomach.

if he wasn’t so hot headed, things would’ve been different.

#does this make any fucking sense #wolf seongje #wolf keum #wolf #seongje #keum #korean webtoon #weak hero webtoon #webtoon #weak hero x reader #weak hero #drabbles

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cr-baked-to-perfection · 2 years

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Meet the children of the Juice Bar Regulars! Mojito Cookie, Peppermint Cocoa Cookie, Cream Soda Cookie, and Scarlet Royal Cookie!

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He / Him

Relatives : Herb Cookie (Father), Sparkling Cookie (Father), Apple Cookie (Older Sister), Tiramisu Cookie (Brother-In-Law), Caramel Apple (Niece), Succulent Cookie (Older Sister), Sea Fairy Cookie (Grandma), Moonlight Cookie (Grandma), Wind Archer Cookie (Grandpa), Fire Spirit Cookie (Grandpa), Devil Cookie (Uncle)

The calm and helpful Mojito Cookie is always making sure everybody has a nice cup of tea. Whether you’re sad or happy, Mojito Cookie always finds a way to cool your nerves and make you relax.

Mojito Cookie wishes that he could be like his dad and take over his juice bar. He’s always up day and night trying to perfect juice recipes just to please the people he serves. The cookie just can’t get enough of people sipping down a drink and smiling.

Mojito Cookie cares about his family a lot and would never want to see them hurt or even them arguing. Mojito Cookie is usually calm, BUT if he gets angry…… well….. you don’t wanna see him angry…….

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She / Her

Relatives : Mint Choco (Dead Father), Cocoa (Mother), Choco Bon Bon (Grandma), Cherry Choco (Aunt), Thin Mint (Aunt), Tea Knight (Grandpa), Eggnog (Grandpa), Tiramisu (Uncle), Apple (Aunt-In-Law), Caramel Apple (Cousin)

Peppermint Cocoa Cookie is a shy and antisocial cookie. Always staying away from strangers and barely even keeping up a conversation.

People always compliment Peppermint Cocoa on her beautiful, heterochromic eyes. She is both proud and ashamed of them. Proud because she remembers her father saying she has the most beautiful eyes in Earthbred, but ashamed because she looks a little weird.

Perhaps this was the result of her father passing away all those years ago. Many years ago to the point that Peppermint Cocoa can’t remember his face. But memories all those years ago to make her pick up her late fathers violin and play a beautiful tone everyday.

Every night, Peppermint Cocoa sits on her windowsill and plays a tone outside the window for cookies to hear. She hums the tone that she picks adding more to the tone, as cookies hear her beautiful voice across the sky. After that, she sits with her windowing mother to have some cocoa.

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He / Him

Relatives : Vampire (Adopted Father), Rockstar (Stepfather), Scarlet Royal (Stepsister), Alchemist (Aunt), Starfruit (Aunt-In-Law), Moscato (Cousin)

As Vampire Cookie walked through the forest, he heard the wail for a freshly baked cookie. At first, he wanted to leave it alone, but he decided it couldn’t survive on its own and took it in. The cookie fed him, provided him shelter, and made sure he grew up healthy. All this effort despite Cream Soda not being his kid (and it’s literally Vampire Cookie)

Now, Cream Soda Cookie is both a brilliant scientist and a skilled gamer. Researching with his cousin at day, getting on his consoles and playing some games at night. Cream Soda doesn’t believe in sleep, he just believes in studying and gaming.

Cream Soda always preferred his aunt over his own dad, the main reason why he’s a researcher. Cream Soda says that his aunt is just as smart as him.

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She / They

Relatives : Vampire (Father), Rockstar (Father), Cream Soda (Adopted Brother), Alchemist (Aunt), Starfruit (Aunt-In-Law), Moscato (Cousin)

1 year after Vampire adopted Cream Soda, Vampire fell in love with Rockstar Cookie. 2 years after that, Scarlet Royal Cookie was born.

Unlike her serious brother, Scarlet Royal is more of a loud, clumsy, and energetic cookie. They always sing loudly on their guitar every day and every night. It upsets her brother every time, but she doesn’t care, they love it.

Scarlet Royal takes lots of inspiration from their father, wanting to be famous Rockstar just like him. So everyday, Scarlet Royal practices in the basement singing a song that she picks. It’s always rock, because they LOVE rock.

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daybreakx · 4 years

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➵ txt yeonjun x gender neutral reader. childhood friends to lovers.

➵ word count: 1.11k

➵ warnings: mentions of food, drinking, y/n gets cheated on (not by yeonjun). unedited.

➵ a/n: this is my first txt scenario and of course it had to be with my worst nightmare himself, Mr. Choi Yeonjun. This is also the first time I write something like this, so let me know what you think. Please leave a comment with feedback or reblog to share with more people, P L E A S E.

ɪ. ᴀᴘᴘʟᴇ ᴊᴜɪᴄᴇ

You couldn’t believe someone could be such a loud crier. It was honestly starting to bother you, all that you wanted was to finish stacking cubes and get something to drink, you deserved it.

But no, the new kid just couldn’t stop bawling his eyes out. No matter how much the teacher tried to make him calm down.

With an exaggerated sigh, you placed the last cube in the tower and stepped away from it carefully.

“y/n,” the teacher said soothingly, “Right now might not be the best time...”

With a smile as reassuring as the adult’s you shook the little box of juice in front the boy’s face. He looked back at you through reddened eyes still filled with tears as he wiped his nose with one of the sleeves of his yellow sweater.

“Apple juice makes me feel better,” you said, shaking it just a bit more before sticking the straw on the box. “Maybe it will help you too.”

“What do you think, Yeonjun? Want to thank y/n for being so nice?” the teacher continued as little Yeonjun grabbed the box from your hands.

“Thank you,” he muttered, still sniffling.

You sat next to him, waiting patiently so he could finish the juice and you could invite him to build more towers with you.

ɪɪ. ɢᴀᴛᴏʀᴀᴅᴇ

“That’s mine!” you whined as Yeonjun poured the blue liquid down his throat, without giving you a second look. “Ugh, I hate you.”

Your best friend smiled widely, squeezing the empty bottle with one hand. “Sorry, I was thirsty,”

You clicked your tongue, lifting your hand as a threat to smack him. But Yeonjun didn’t even flinch, instead he stuck his tongue out as he sat next to you and watched the football game he’d been part of just seconds before.

High school was a wild time, and with college just around the corner, uncertainty filled your everyday life. The only one thing that had been sure for you since you were four years old was Yeonjun.

“What are you thinking?” he questioned, squinting as the sunlight hit his eyes.

“What do you think college will be like?” you muttered, placing your hand above your eyes, the shadow let you see Yeonjun clearly.

It took a few moments for Yeonjun to answer, but he met you with another one of his flashing smiles. “Everything we do together is fun, isn’t it? What’s there to be afraid of?” he cupped your eyes with his hands to cover them from the sun, something he’d done a thousand times before, but the butterflies in his stomach were unlike anything he’d ever felt.

ɪɪɪ. ꜱᴏᴊᴜ

Yeonjun chewed on his lower lip anxiously as he saw you pour another cup sloppily, and swallow it just as fast. It was the first time he couldn’t find the words to say, to you at least, becase there was a lot he would love to say to that Chan guy.

“What are you waiting for? Drink,” you slid the cup across the table, spilling half of its contents. “That’s what we’re here for, isn’t it?”

“I–I thought you wanted to talk,” Yeonjun still drank the remains of the soju, and placed the cup facedown, for you not to try and fill it again. Two drunks would be no use.

“What is there to talk about, huh?” your fist fell on the plastic surface of the convinience store table, making the two empty bottles crash against the pavement and break into pieces. “He cheated on me, Yeonjun!”

Yeonjun’s heart sank as you started crying again. The fifth time since he’d picked you up at your dorm when you claimed to have an emergency. Getting up from his chair, he held you against him for a long moment as your tears stained his shirt and his fingers ran through your hair.

“He never deserved you, y/n,” he whispered shakily, “Never.”

He regret letting you drink that much as you two returned to your dorm, stumbling and crashing against each other.

Regret was an ugly feeling, and it resembled a lot the one he felt every time he wished he could tell you that he loved you.

ɪᴠ. ᴄᴏꜰꜰᴇᴇ

Yeonjun was sitting too straight. His back hurt, his knees were tense and his foot hurt from tapping it on the floor. He leaned to grab his cup of coffee, gripping it tightly enough that his hand shook.

“It seems like you’ve never been on a date before,” you chuckled, resting your hand on the table as you stared intently at him. “But you have!”

Yeonjun coughed as his sip of coffee traveled down the wrong pipe and you laughed again.

You couldn’t say it hadn’t surprised you when Yeonjun asked you on a date, but you were happy to agree and evidently, not as nervous as he was.

“Not with you,” Yeonjun muttered once the coughing stopped, his eyes searched yours for a moment.

“Well, if it turns out to be terrible, we’ll just pretend it didn’t happen,” you negotiated, taking a sip from your own drink. It wasn’t what you wanted, you really, really wished for this to work out. But if it would save you some awkward phase with Yeonjun, then you were willing to act like you hadn’t admitted your own feelings towards him either.

“No!” he rushed, his knees hit the table as he jumped on his chair. “I mean, sorry,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair, that he’d dyed blue not long ago. “I just, don’t know how to act.”

You clicked your tongue, reaching for his hand across the table. “You always know how to act, Choi Yeonjun,” you smiled, “And that’s why I like you so much.”

ᴠ. ʙᴜʙʙʟᴇ ᴛᴇᴀ

“You always do this!” Yeonjun groaned, giving you the best annoyed grimace he could fake. “How many times do I have to tell you to order the small one if you’re going to try a new flavor?”

“That’s what boyfriends are for,” you retorted, still offering him the cup. “To finish the drink their partner doesn’t want.”

“Since when?”

“Yeonjun!!” you pouted, “Let’s just switch drinks, I like yours,” with a wide smile you reached for his cup. The pearls on his drink danced at the bottom as he kept it away from your touch.

“Magic words?” he teased, poiting to his ear.

“You’re the best boyfriend in the world and I love you, just give me your drink!”

“I was talking about ‘please’, but I like those words better,” Yeonjun finally switched your drinks, managing to give you a kiss before you got the straw into your mouth. “And I love you, too.”

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queen-of-deans-booty · 4 years

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Say You Won’t Let Go

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1,830

Warnings: dean’s point of view, first person pov, fluff

Request by anon: Can you write a Dean x Reader based on the song Say you won't let go von James Arthur? I think it fits perfectly to Dean's third Reader POV but please do it however you want. Thank you so much.💕😊

Summary: Dean doesn’t believe he is fit for relationships until he saw you smile for the first time. Now, all he hopes is that you don’t end up letting him go.

Squares Filled: domestic au @spndeanbingo // rome wasn’t built in a day @as-the-saying-goes-bingo // pushed into them @spnfluffbingo // “Turn your greatest weakness into your greatest strength. Like Paris Hilton. RE: her sex tape.” @spnquotebingo // “dance with me” @goodthingshappenbingo // free space @spnsongchallengebingo // dreams, daydreams, and wishes for @trope-bingo // future fic @genprompt-bingo

Author’s Note: This is unbeta’d and all mistakes are mine. If you have any requests, please send them in!

Dean Winchester is a lot of things, but he’s not a relationship guy. Yes, I referred to myself in the third person, but it doesn’t change the fact that I am not fit to be in a relationship. My brother and I always moved around as kids, I never stayed in one place for too long, and I didn’t see a point to starting something new when I knew I wasn’t going to be there the next day or the next week.

I’ve done some bad shit in my days, talked back to virtually every grownup who stood in my way, and broke almost every rule. I’m not a good man, and I don’t expect some woman to see me and think they can change me.

It’s better off that I’m alone. Sammy is the one for relationships. He and Jessica are going on their third year into marriage with their first kid on the way. I’m happy for him, but that’s just not who I am…

… that is, until I met her.

I met you in the dark, you lit me up You made me feel as though I was enough We danced the night away, we drank too much I held your hair back when You were throwing up

I first met her in a bar. Jessica was out of town, so Sammy and I decided to go to a bar and have some brotherly bonding time or some shit like that. There was beer and pool, so that’s a good time for me. I could tell Sam wasn’t into it because all he was doing was checking his phone to see if his wife had texted.

“Man, go talk to your wife,” I told him.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. Go,” I nodded.

Sam wasted no time getting up and leaving the bar. And then there was one. It was getting kind of dead in the bar anyway, so I figured I could leave to my home and drink there. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about passing out in some strange place. I paid my bill and was about to leave when she walked in.

I stood frozen in my spot as soon as she smiled. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to resist going over to her, and I knew what I would say and do if she decided I was worth talking to. She looked like she deserved more which is why I hadn’t headed over just yet.

She headed straight to the bar, and I knew I had to stay. I would beat myself up if I miss the chance to actually talk to her. Her hair looked so smooth that I could run my fingers through it, her eyes stood out from everyone else’s, I knew I could stare into them forever if I could, and her smile made my brain short-circuit. It’s amazing I had the strength to walk over there.

Her friends were goofing off by the time I arrived, and they did something I’ll forever be grateful for. They “accidentally” pushed her into me, so she was forced to look up at me apologetically.

“I am so sorry. My friends just don’t know when to quit,” she giggled.

I think I died and went to Heaven.

“I’m Dean, what’s your name?”

“Y/N,” she winked and turned to the bartender. “I’ll have what he’s having.”

So that’s how our evening started. Her friends kind of faded into the background as we got to talking. I don’t think I ever met someone like her in my life. She kept drinking, but I wanted to remain kind of sober so I would remember this in the morning. I did things that night that I wouldn’t normally do like dance and drink and stay… for a woman I just met.

She looked like she was such a fun and outgoing spirited person. I don’t know if this is love at first sight, but I’m suddenly picturing what wedding we’re going to have. Wait, no, that’s weird. Just take it one step at a time, Dean. She ended up drinking too much that she was throwing up outside with me holding her hair back, and I smiled knowing I’d rather be doing this for her than going home alone.

Then you smiled over your shoulder For a minute, I was stone-cold sober I pulled you closer to my chest And you asked me to stay over I said, I already told ya I think that you should get some rest

“Stay with me. Or come home with me,” she giggled helplessly.

“I am getting you a cab. You need to go home. Your friends already left,” I told her as I took out my phone.

“No, Dean,” she whined and pulled me closer to her. My hands automatically fit to her hips, and her arms wrapped around my neck. “You look like you want to stay. Be weak this time and come over. Turn your greatest weakness into your greatest strength. Like Paris Hilton. RE: her sex tape.”

“I already told ya, sweetheart, I think you should get some rest,” I muttered and touched her cheek with the pads of my fingers.

“I’ll be bored without you,” she groaned.

The cab that I quickly ordered showed up, and I made sure to get her inside without hurting her.

“I put my number in your phone earlier. Call me and maybe we can do this when both of us are sober,” I laughed.

She turned to get something out of her purse as I told the driver her address. He understood and started to drive away, and that’s when Y/N looked at me over her shoulder. She smiled so widely that it sent me straight into a sober state.

If her smile can do this to me now, I wonder what it’ll do to me when we’re older.

I'll wake you up with some breakfast in bed I'll bring you coffee with a kiss on your head And I'll take the kids to school Wave them goodbye And I'll thank my lucky stars for that night

I remember our first encounter like it was yesterday. Even if five years passed with a marriage and three children, I still remember what it was like to hold Y/N’s hair back as she threw up, or that goddamn smile she gave me when the cab left the bar. I knew I was going to marry her the moment I saw her I just never knew I could have this kind of life with her.

There is nothing I wouldn’t do for her, and I tell her that every day. To show a fraction of my appreciation towards her, I make her breakfast almost every day. I bring it to her in bed because I know she loves to munch on food before she ever gets out of bed. The tray usually consists of some cut fruit, apple juice, pancakes, and bacon. The smile I get whenever I bring this to her warms my heart more than coffee could ever do.

“The kids need to go to school,” she mutters when I bring her the breakfast tray.

“I’ll take them to school and wave them goodbye and tell them how much we love them. You just rest here and eat up. I’ll be back shortly,” I whisper and kiss the top of her head.

“I love you,” she smiles brightly.

That smile is definitely going to be the death of me, but there’s no other way I’d rather go out than by the hands of her.

“I love you, sweetheart,” I mutter and give her a kiss on her lips.

“I have morning breath,” she giggles, but makes no move to get away from me.

“Y/N, if I’m getting a kiss from you, I don’t care what’s in or on your mouth.”

“I’ll remember that,” she smirks and sits up so she can eat.

“I’ll be back shortly,” I say and leave before she convinces me to stay in bed longer.

When you looked over your shoulder For a minute, I forget that I'm older I wanna dance with you right now Oh, and you look as beautiful as ever And I swear that everyday you'll get better You make me feel this way somehow

By the time I made it back to our house, she is out of bed and getting ready for the day. She’s sitting at her makeup table putting on the slightest bit of makeup. She can go full on some days, but I tell her repeatedly that I love her without it on. It makes her feel better, so I don’t say anything as she brushes on some blush or whatever she uses these days.

“You’re back,” she smiles at me from over her shoulder.

I’m immediately taken back to the very first time she did that to me, and I remember how much we’ve been through since then. I forget everything I think I know and just focus on her in that moment--our moment as the rest of the world fades into nothing. Suddenly, I’m back to being twenty-six with the knowledge I’ll never find love like my little brother has. I’m not older, but younger, and trapped in the moment she walked through those bar doors with a smile that could kill me.

“Dance with me,” I state and pull her to her feet.

“Dean Winchester, what’s gotten into you?” she giggles, but does so, nonetheless.

“You make me want to dance, and I don’t dance,” I joke.

“You’re a very good dancer,” she says.

“And you’ll be the only one who ever knows that.”

I'm gonna love you 'til My lungs give out I promise 'til death we part like in our vows So I wrote this song for you, now everybody knows That it's just you and me 'til we're grey and old Just say you won't let go Just say you won't let go

Sometimes I can’t sleep at night but knowing Y/N--the love of my life--is lying right next to me is enough to bring my dreams to life. When we wrote our vows to one another on that day, we wrote them with love. I never planned on letting her go, not until we’re grey and old and life forces us to be apart.

Much like our first encounter, I remember our wedding vows to the very last detail.

“I vow to always be by your side, to love and cherish you even if you can’t do so yourself. We could run into every obstacle life throws our way, but I’d rather go through them with you than be in peace with someone else. I never thought I’d find this before I met you, and now I realize I’ve just been waiting for you to come into my life. Just say you won’t let go because I never plan to.”

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radiant ⤖ han jisung

❖ genre : college!au ; love-hate relationship!au ; frenemies to lovers!au ; fluff

❖ word count : 10k.

❖ warning : explicit language & mentions of alcohol

❖ summary : you've made a mental note to yourself never to make dumb bets with J.One again because who knows you'll fall for Han Jisung over two cups of boba?

one.

College.

That specific morifying seven-letter word can literally make someone jump off a cliff. Like straight up, Lucifer would rather drink and bathe himself in holy water than to join one of the world's most traumatizing systems. Where knowledge is being drilled into people's mind like a tattoo, and it's not even a cute one, one that you most likely will regret later.

Man, what a life.

After highschool, most people thought they were ready, physically and mentally. That's not true. Did you really think that you're ready for monotonous lectures, for back-to-back assignments with ridiculous deadlines, for cramming forty slides of the PowerPoint presentation from your professor the night before an exam just because your brain cells decided to say 'fuck it' in the middle of the lecture ?

No one's ever ready for living to torture themselves.

Not even Hwang Hyunjin. Hyunjin, the boy you grew up having him right by your window. Hyunjin, that one kid in class who would always hand people his homework whenever they asked for it. He's too kind for this world, for his own good, you often say that to yourself but Hyunjin isn't really all that great.

He too takes pain in turning in assignments to the T.A and dreads his 9am classes tremendously. But, since he's got a rich ass uncle who has some spare apartments lying somewhat near college ( as long as he preserves the place and invites someone over to help paying the bills ), he doesn't have to deal with the struggles of living on campus.

And you, just happen to have the honor to live with him. Well, more like temporarily to see how things will work out later. You despise living on campus anyway.

"What's with the long face ? Did Minho ramble about his cats again instead of working ?" Hyunjin walks into the living room before dropping his keys into the gold-accent bowl that he previously purchased from a garage sale. It's quite convenient, actually, the keys never end up under the couch or some random drawers again.

You look up from your laptop screen, sparing him a glare and focusing back on your assignment. Being a media major is equivalent to taking lots of notes and a shit ton of reading which is a pain in the ass. Meanwhile, a theatre kid like your roommate has his midterms and finals as setting up plays for school's events. Pfft, privileged people.

You don't hate-hate the idea of going to school like some people, in fact, you genuinely love learning, but you're in desperate need of another word for 'child labour' to be applied to this ... situation.

"Ohoho.. It's way worse, trust me, you don't wanna know." You lean your head sideways on one of the pillows, words slightly slurred with your cheek being pressed against the soft surface.

Hyunjin raises his voice from the kitchen area. "Did he confess his love for you or something ?"

"Jesus no ! You know he's not into me like that." You almost screech and sit straight up. "We were supposed to finish our project that's due this Friday. And guess who else was there ? Another chick showed up ! I swear that I wasn't hallucinating, he brought a new one home every other day. She said she was just 'a friend'." You make the quote-on-quote sign with your fingers to emphasize.

You pull on your own hair dramatically with all your might, hissing under your breath just by recalling it. "And whenever we had a twenty-minute break every hour and a half or so, she keeps brushing herself against him, acting all innocent about it. I was deadass pissed off—"

"Woah woah, I don't think it's that—"

You throw your hands in the air helplessly, suppressing the urge to throw a tantrum. "It is that bad, Hyunjin ! The chick doesn't know how to take a fucking hint !" Whatever, Hyunjin is probably too tired to wait for you to finish complaining about some random classmate drooling over Minho because they do that all the time anyway.

"Damn." He sips on his apple juice. "I should come over next time. Might be a not-so-shitty, watered-down version of 'Fifty Shades of Grey'."

You shoot him a glare, closing your laptop shut. "I instantly regret moving in with you."

"Why ?" Hyunjin pouts and plops himself next to you on the beige-colored couch. He reaches for the remote on the coffee table while obnoxiously sipping on the box of juice.

"Because apparently, you love weird, gross, mushy noises as much as Minho does." You answer flatly, burying yourself deeper into the white fuzzy blanket. Actually, no. Living with Hyunjin isn't as bad as you're trying to make it sound.

He might not cook, but he knows some decent restaurant with reasonable prices. He might be all over the place sometimes while panicking over an upcoming exam but at least he keeps his space organized ( unlike Han Jisung, whose closet is a perfect resemblance of World War III ).

Hyunjin throws his apple juice into the nearby bin while scrolling through the 'Romance' section briefly. And sharing the same Netflix account is probably the best decision you two have ever made. "What's worth-hating here ? No smelly kids, no not-having-enough-personal-space problem. There's good food, a cute, quirky roommate which naturally equals good company. You're living your best life right now. The only downside to this is that you have to deal with my questionable sleeping habits."

Fine. Hwang Hyunjin is cute, and a total heartthrob to the entire school. You won't be surprised if every single male student hates him with a passion ( which they do ). Not to mention, all of your female classmates would be more than happy to finish all of your assignments within two days as long as you hand over his number. Although they might want to reconsider due to the fact that this good-looking boy is also that person who records his alarm by yelling at the top of his lungs into his phone speaker.

But, a good friend wouldn't do that, because even God doesn't know what those creepy girls would do once they had their hands on his phone number. This is also why you always get dirty looks from everyone just because you just happen to be his plus-one for everything.

And Hwang Hyunjin only needs a plus-one when Seungmin decides to hate him on that day ( which is almost everyday ). So there goes your reputation. You're probably nothing but a mediocre girl who just doesn't know when not to be all over her hot best friend in the people's eyes.

Hyunjin snaps his head towards the front door when the bell rings then proceeds to turn back to his roommate, showing those ridiculously adorable puppy that naturally implies as 'Get the door for me, will ya ?'. And although all you want to do is to slap him with your laptop, you still stand up nonetheless. You undo the chains and slides the lock over before swinging the door open.

"Hyunjin, I was wondering if you wanna come see us perform this Saturday. You know, at the school's mini music festival. 8p.m. Got two tickets to spare. You can get yourself a plus-one or something." And before you - with an obnoxiously loud tone, the leather jacket and Balenciaga cap - is Changbin, who sassily brushes past you and makes a beeline towards the couch, where Hyunjin is man-spreading, wrapped up securely in his white fluffy blanket.

He lazily sits up from his previous position, receiving the tickets with half-open eyes. "I'll go. As long as 'Wow' is on schedule." 'Wow' is 3racha's first and most definitely last attempt of a love song but somehow, it's managed to get itself a special place in Hyunjin's heart. Well, more accurately, everyone's heart.

Changbin cocks an eyebrow. "It's first on the list actually." He then turns to you with a smirk spread across his lips. "Whatcha say, Y/N ? We all know your favorite line is 'Excuse me noona, do you have a boyfriend ?' from the lovely J.One." He refers to one of Jisung's lines in a love song which he wrote at the age of 16, Changbin wasn’t even 18 himself then. Good times. And now literally every girl is more than ready to throw themselves at him anytime, anywhere. Chan really didn't lie when he proclaimed 3racha as 'hot'.

You shake your head with a timid smile tugged on your lips. "I don't think so Bin, I'm having midterms on Monday, J.One can be saved later as my midnight snack whenever I wanna grill his ass for pestering me during the golden hour aka 3a.m."

Midterms sound good enough for an excuse because everyone would literally kill keep their A-s on those report cards. But unfortunately, you can't just play on the infamous SpearB that easily because apparently, being roommates with Hyunjin has absolutely nothing to do with improving your awful acting skills.

Just then, the most inappropriate, insufferable, infuriating, and other synonyms for 'annoying' clapback clicks inside Changbin's brain when an imaginary lightbulb pops up at the top of his head. "Man, you two are really out there banging each other in secret—"

And out the door he goes before you feel the need to personally stitch up his lips with your terrible sewing skills from elementary school. You close your eyes and takes in a deep breath, shutting the door behind your back while Hyunjin is too busy laughing his ass off on the couch.

This is getting to the point where you don't even need Han Jisung to be here to have the urge to strangle him, because his trash friends are no help at all.

two.

You step onto the bus with your earbuds on, right hand dropping the bus ticket into the glass box that's neatly placed right beside the driver's seat. Another day, another 4 hours of lectures and 2 continuous shifts which is another 5 hours at the café on campus, in which, sucks. But, what makes it even suckier comes right in three, two, one..

"Two people please !" A disturbingly obnoxious voice chirps right behind you. Just then, a figure dashes through the couple who are currently throwing daggers at him with their eyes. Not this again. You groans to yourself before sliding an extra ticket into the box because you definitely know better than to mess with a cranky bus driver. That boy over there really gotta pay for that shit.

Then, you take a seat beside the window, deciding to ignore the pest who just made you spend an extra ticket for his ride. You really should have taken another bus instead of the 325. Suddenly, a hand reaches towards one of your earbuds and pulls it out quickly. A puff of air hits your left eardrums like a rush of electricity, causing you to jump a bit.

"Can you stay still for a good span of 10 fucking seconds ?" You deadpan and and snap your head around. And before you - with slightly damp fringe covering his warm brown orbs, cute button nose and peachy lips ( gross ) - is Han Jisung. More accurately, the bane of your existence.

Jisung chuckles loudly at the big scowl on your face as he angles his head to take a proper look at you. You look like you just rolled out of bed, literally, not even metaphorically. Sweatpants, flannels and sneakers are the way to go if you're gonna be on your feet all day running around to serve sleep-deprived students and professors. Of course you look like a complete bum, it's 9a.m. What did he expect ?

"Aw." He pouts. "Where's the fun in that then, little cub ?"

And when Jisung reaches a hand out to pat your head, you frowns at his particularly ridiculous nickname for you and slaps his hand away. He watched the new remake of 'The Lion King' before the new semester started and cried like a total baby when Mufasa fell off the cliff, said Felix. Honestly, you wouldn't blame him because those devastating thirty seconds remain to be the most heartbreaking scene that Disney has ever invented. But still, the nickname is painfully unoriginal.

"Man, I hope you bombed your midterms or something." You speak up flatly, a slightly better retort lingering at the tip of your tongue but you're far too tired to argue with him anyway. And not to mention, your previous statement is completely useless because if Hwang Hyunjin is that kid who works his ass off to get good grades then Jisung is the complete opposite of that. He can sleep through ten lectures and still get a minimum of 90% on his exams. The perks of being a prodigy since newborn, can't relate.

Jisung feigns a painful expression, scrunching his nose up in fake agony. "How supportive of you, so incredibly validating." He cocks his head upwards carelessly, giving you a full view of his side profile.

Okay. Despite his annoying personality and questionable nicknames for everyone then Han Jisung is kinda attractive. You get it, you get it, Hwang Hyunjin is attractive but this prick is another kind of attractive.

Whenever he screams his heart out at the mic on stage, there are literal silver and gold specks floating in his eyes like an explosion of stardust scattered across the whole universe. And the way he conveys his emotions into his lyrics to perform an entire song on stage is just tremendously remarkable. No wonder all the girls always come rushing in when J.One is on stage.

Wait, were you thinking about Han Jisung or J.One ? But no, Han Jisung is J.One. It's just that J.One is slightly cooler than Jisung because he doesn't pester people until they have a cardiac arrest. Whatever, your brain is already yelling for retirement.

"You are coming to watch my performance right ?" Jisung suddenly leans over, your noses almost touching. Being the idiotic person that you are, your body immediately locks itself in place, hissing slightly at the current proximity. Great, now what ?

"Ooh." A low whistle escapes his lips. "You were too busy checking me out. It's okay, that's understandable. Not everyone can have a close-up of J.One's out-of-this-world visual." He flips his imaginary long hair and you make a gagging noise.

"I was not !" You exclaim upon embarrassment, cheeks turning into a bright shade of coral. "There's just something in your teeth."

"Uh huh, I doubt it." Yeah, he would never buy that. Jisung smiles at you cheekily and once again, Han Jisung has proved that he's the kind of guy who has the particular type of smile that makes you want to knock their teeth out. Although you can't help but fall for it nonetheless. Very typical of you. "So, are you coming or nah ?"

Your heart tingles a bit, and you feel like you can just pass out right here right now on this stupid bus in the middle of this stupid conversation with his stupid boy and his stupid smile. "No, I have my midterms on Monday. Guess who's pulling all nighters again ?" You push his face away because if not, you might as well just explode and make a fool of yourself.

"Ahhhh, why not ?" Jisung whines as if there's no tomorrow. "It's not like you enjoy drowning yourself in Kang's 40 slides of 'History of Media 101' anyway." Now, for once in a fairly long time, the bastard finally said something that wasn't complete bullshit. And you're starting to reconsider your decision because although Han Jisung is undeniably insufferable, J.One can make it up with his dope performances. But then again, you really just don't want to see his face on Saturdays.

Suddenly he rolls himself over again, his lips drawing a devilish smile. You can tell already from the dangerous look in his eyes, it's not going to end well.

"Are you in for a bet ? If I win, you'll have to go. But if you win, I'll do whatever you want me to, for an entire week. You're basically the privileged one here, don't even deny it."

three.

Changbin wakes up from his long nap to find Chan having his eyes glued to the laptop's screen as if his life depends on it. It makes him wonder how long his friend has been working on the rearrangement of all their songs for this Saturday's music festival.

"I see that you're making quite the progress." He grunts slightly before sitting up straight. The small faux leather couch that their school has in the band practice room isn't exactly the most comfortable thing to sleep on. But after what seems like an eternity in the lecture hall, tolerating the professor's rant then Changbin wouldn't even mind sleeping on the floor.

Chan slowly peels his eyes away from the screen and blinks numerous times so that he won't potentially go blind. He looks over at Changbin's slouch figure on the couch, tapping away on his phone and smiles dumbly at some memes that Minho just DM-ed to their group chat.

"Damn right, I just finished chopping up the bits of back-up vocals. I feel like my back is so fragile that it might break in half if I stand up." He runs a hand through his mop of black hair that's nowhere near the definition of 'doable' and yawns into his other palm.

He peeks over his shoulder to see Hyunjin and Felix sleeping while leaning against the mirror, Minho laying on top of Jeongin as he chuckles creepily at his phone. And Woojin is too busy singing his heart out with his guitar in the corner to notice Seungmin capturing everyone in their greatest glory, meaning when they're all a hot mess.

Changbin swings his legs over and slips into his black Adidas slides, walking over to Chan in a sluggish manner. He crouches down a bit while squinting his eyes to take a proper look at the laptop screen. Chan indeed has finished most of it, no wonder he looks ( and probably smells ) like trash. "I'll give you a hand, just send these over to me after when you got home." He says, giving his friend a pat on his back.

"Yeah sure," Chan puts a hand over his mouth to cover up another yawn. "By the way, where the fuck is Jisung ? He hasn't been answering my texts all morning."

Changbin gives him an indifferent shrug. "He said he would be on campus all day on Thursdays since he has classes and work right after- hold on he's texting me."

[ 5:23pm ]

piece of shit : where are you guys ?

baby changbin : band room, clearly you never listened.

[ 5:24pm ]

piece of shit : yeesh, I was busy you ass. texting y/n and all.

baby changbin : it was fucking 3a.m. !

[ 5:25pm ]

piece of shit : whatever, we'll be there in two.

He pauses for a while and lets the words sink in. Why "we" and not "I" ? Since when this was a plural thing ? Did all of those lectures and serving sleep-deprived students fuck up his brain cells ?

Wow, now Changbin feels bold to assume that Han Jisung even own brain cells. And before he can show the texts to the rest of his friends to make fun of Jisung while he's not here, the glass door swings open. Hyunjin and Felix jolt up in surprise at the same time, almost bumping their heads together at the creaking sound.

"We got you kids boba, wake up wake up hurry hurry SCHNELL !" Jisung screeches loudly when he pushes himself through the front door, accidentally making you bump your forehead into the dull glass surface.

You follows him inside with a big scowl on your face, quickly passing Changbin the plastic bags. Yes, you can hear the polar bears crying in the distance loud and clear but unluckily you only have two hands for ten cups of boba.

"Why boba all of a sudden ?" Minho looks up from his phone in boredom as Jeongin is utterly dying underneath, slapping his palm repeatedly against the floor in exhaustion.

Minho feels ( kinda ) bad for him and decides to roll himself over, setting Jeongin free from his miserable state. "Did you two go on a date or something ?" The youngest one's features morph into a frown, eyeing the two up and down in caution when he crosses his legs together.

You make an unimpressed face and glares at Jisung, who's currently hogging the entire black couch on his own. "Who the fuck would make their date carry everything then ? You tell me Jeongin."

Woojin stands up after craning his neck and shakes his head in disapproval. "My greatest disappointment, Han Jisung, would do that unfortunately." He walks over to Felix and Hyunjin to get himself a cup from the bag.

"Let's be honest, you'd still date him even if he does that anyway. I haven never seen any other girl who has the courage to personally rummage through his disastrous closet just to steal a hoodie." He takes a sip and smirks at the black hoodie that you're wearing. Woojin thinks you should definitely give yourself more credit because personally, he can't be bothered to step into Jisung's room, much less his closet.

You're still slightly confused for a moment there but quickly look down and almost gasp in realization. "I can explain—"

"Don't worry Y/N, if he ever mistreats you, you best believe that he's not gonna see tomorrow's daylight." Felix supplies unhelpfully over a mouthful of boba. Since when did he become such a nuisance ? But he's not entirely wrong because if no one volunteers to skin Jisung alive when he leaves you with a broken heart then Hyunjin will literally disown him. He doesn't care if it's legal or not because even a law student like Woojin would be on his side in this.

You hold up your hand defeatedly. "The jerk purposely left it on my couch back at the apartment. And Hyunjin didn't want to return nor wash it so I was obligated to do that myself. Eventually, the hoodie just ended up on a hanger right behind my bedroom door. Not to mention, I was running late earlier and had nothing to wear." You finish your sentence, realizing that your roommate has been giving you a 'wtf' face all his time.

"Out of reasons already ?" Chan chirps, raising a dark brow.

Okay.

In your defense, it's a goddamn good hoodie. The material is actually really nice that you might accidentally fall asleep if you wear this to class. You didn't mind the design on it either, kinda boyish but very funky, almost hippie looking. And last but not least, the smell of it is intoxicating, leaving you yearning for more. That's also equivalent to Jisung smells nice ( ew ) and your cheeks automatically heat up at the thought of feeling like he's hugging you whenever you wear it.

You frantically try to explain with expressive hands. "Look, guys—"

"You're going this Saturday !!" Jisung's voice suddenly booms behind your back as he declares loudly like it's the most worth-knowing thing in the whole wide world. The guys trade confused look with each other, not knowing what nonsense their friend is babbling about. Whatever, they don't have to either way. "You're going, you're going, you're going !"

You look over at Hyunjin's cup in disbelief, completely full and untouched. Meanwhile, Felix has already finished his drink in between the 15-minute conversation. You blinks and quickly comprehends the new amount of information, you lost the bet. Which means...

Screw midterms.

four.

Screw the music festival, you’re not going anywhere.

“How’s this ?” Hyunjin steps out from his room with a white dress shirt tucked inside his skinny jeans. And you hate him even more now because your roommate looks totally #boyfriendmaterial in every outfit that he’s been trying for the past half an hour. Really, Hyunjin should give himself more credit for his looks because you bet girls would still throw themselves at him even if he showed up to school looking homeless and all.

You look up from your phone in boredom. “Looks good to me.”

Upon your flat reply, Hyunjin shoots you a glare. “Good ? It only stops there at ‘good’ ? Then which item in my closet appeals to you as ‘spectacular’ or ‘breathtaking’ ? Should I just hire a personal stylist or something ?” He wants to snap at you but ends up whining like a elementary school kid that’s not allowed to drink his favorite soda from the vending machine.

“Dude, eat a chill pill.” You frown slightly at his particularly dramatic ass ( tsk, drama majors ) and decide to put your phone down. “You’re going to a music festival, at uni. Not attending some kind of award shows for celebrities.”

Hyunjin snickers before clicking his tongue. “And you’re planning on wearing that ?”

Your roommate is stressing himself over being overdressed for an event. You, on the other hand, haven’t even made up your mind about an outfit yet and your plus-one is picking you up in less than 30 minutes. And you’re still here, on the couch, in your pyjamas. Call it madness but personally, you wouldn’t mind wearing this to the music festival. Music is technically art in some kind of shape or form and only uncultured swines judge those who prefer being comfy over fashionable.

Come on, it’s art. Your pyjamas can express yourself in some sort of way right ?

“Stop shitting on my Mickey Mouse sweatpants as if it’s something straight out of the 1910s.” You protest, urging to throw the jar filled with gummy bear on the coffee table at his precious face. Mickey is definitely not going anywhere since you guys have been bonding since middle school.

Hyunjin pauses in the middle of his track going back into his room. Suddenly he turns around and smiles at you creepily. “It’s Jisung, isn’t it ?”

Yeah, no. Most definitely not. Still not him. Nuh uh. Okay… Maybe it’s because you don’t want to embarrass your plus-one because he’s also a total heartthrob. Maybe, it could be something about the fact that you’re afraid you’re not gonna look as good as your roommate. Or maybe it’s something inside the can of Redbull that you downed last night while rewatching the last episode of ‘Goblin’. You don’t even like Redbull.

Shit, you’re running out of excuses already.

“Actually, I was thinking that it’d be better if I didn’t show up.” You confess timidly, scared to meet Hyunjin’s confused expression.

When you gather enough courage to look up, he looks absolutely unimpressed and partially disappointed. “And you’re just gonna rain-check on Choi Yeonjun like that ? Changbin’s not letting this slide, I’ll tell you that.” He shakes his head in disapproval, this time turning on his heels to walk towards his bedroom door.

Something inside your stomach is tickling, as if it’s trying to tell you that you’re about to commit some kind of unforgivable sin if you don’t go to the festival. And just when you’re about to ignore it and wrap yourself up warmly on the L-shaped couch like the lazy bum that you are, your phone buzzes.

[ 4:24pm ]

yeonjun | I’ll be there in five.

five.

Only losers go to a music festival without a plus-one.

Hyunjin is one lucky bastard because Seungmin is tolerating his ass for the day. Meanwhile, Woojin is too busy pestering Felix to let him sneak into backstage looking for Changbin. And by now, everyone probably knows that Minho is secretly obsessed with Jeongin since he's decided to stick himself to the youngest like the spoiled parasite that he is. But that's not the point. Point is : you're terrible at navigation so you're obligated to get yourself a plus-one.

And he just happens to be Choi Yeonjun, that one business major who's secretly a dancer that left everyone's wig flying to Africa during last year's prom. You two have walked past each other before between periods and since he's an acquaintance of Changbin, he'd always wave back at you with the sweetest smile. You see him as a fun person to be around, kinda like a sunshine.

But what you didn't know is that, if your group of friend's chaotic energy is 3000, then Yeonjun alone is already on another level.

"Why the long face Y/N ? Enjoy the music, relax, let the night set you free !" Yeonjun chuckles at the frown on your face as he swings an arm over your shoulder. You can already tell that he's getting a bit tipsy from his tinted red cheeks and his breath smells like beer. Never knew the guy couldn't go heavy with his alcohol. Much like your roommate himself.

You peel the red plastic cup away from his hand to abandon it on some random table, dragging him away from the bar before his friend - Beomgyu, offers him some kind of sketchy looking drink. The kid is only a freshman and you feel like you should strangle the person who permitted him to be the bartender for the night.

"Alright, that's enough beer for you." You tell him mild-seriously, partially because you don't want him to end up knocked out in the middle of nowhere and partially because you can't contain someone who's drunk, not even yourself. "Let's find Soobin, I bet he's running around campus looking for your ass."

"What do you mean he's looking for my ass ? He's at home playing stupid boardgames with stupid Taehyun." Yeonjun slurs, shaking the haziness away furiously before fluttering his eyes upwards. "Look !" He squeals a little bit too loudly for anyone's liking. "It's your boyfriend !"

You abruptly put your index finger on his lips. "Shh shhh ! Han Jisung is not my boyfriend ! Watch your mouth, please, I beg." You hush him and glance around to look for any signs of Hyunjin or Felix popping out from a random bush to make fun of you. "We're barely friends, why would you think that we're dating ?!" You cry dramatically, cheeks burning with a bright shade of pink.

The blue haired boy makes a thinking face, which you think it's undeniably cute, before pointing towards the stage. "Because he's looking at you ?" He says cluelessly, giggling while clapping happily like a seal.

You unconsciously lift your head to eye the stage. Time seems to stop when you realize Jisung has been staring at you all this time. His expression is unfathomable. Your heart starts thundering loudly inside your rib cage, so loud that it overcomes the loud EDM music in the background, so loud that you're afraid he might hear it even when he's so far away.

In this light, in the middle of your chaos, there is Jisung. And he's absolutely otherworldly, radiant, dazzling, coruscating. Gosh, you can go on forever if your brain cells allow you to.

The moment he breaks eye contact, that's when you're pondering over who is it that your heart is beating for. Han Jisung ? Or is it just J.One ? Because you've seen Jisung as a total pest who never takes things seriously, who always makes you pay an extra ticket for his ride to uni, who spontaneously sends you derp pictures of him in the middle of a lecture. But no matter where you go, he would constantly pop up inside your mind out of nowhere. Like a phantom.

Suddenly, Chan's voice booms through the speaker, making you jump. "The performance of 3racha will be delayed due to technical errors. We apologize for this inconvenience." You stand there dumbly, blinking numerous times for his words to sink in. The question here isn't really 'what?' but 'why?'. 3racha take music very seriously and they're not the type to slack off any performances even if it's just for a school's small event.

You snap your head back to the stage, Chan and Changbin are talking to a technical staff, an apologetic smile blooming on their faces. But wait, where the fuck is Jisung ?

"Told ya !" Yeonjun hiccups into your ear. "What kind of non-boyfriend will cancel a performance just to come and see you like this ?" You should have gone with Hyunjin, you really should.. You bet he's not even half as drunk a Yeonjun right now since all Seungmin drinks is kombucha.

Unexpectedly, and also expectedly, you find yourself staring at Jisung, who's speed-walking towards your direction, like a complete dumbass. There's fire flickering at the back of his irises, burning intensely onto you. His brows are knitted together, his jacket hanging slightly over his shoulder, teasing you with a flash of his biceps. You also notice how the microphone is still there, in his hand.

Did he fucking leave the stage just to see you ?

Jisung breathes out a puff of smoke from the chilly air. "Y/N, got you."

Your heart actually feels like it’s hanging on the edges when your name rolls off his tongue so tenderly. "And you are ?" He looks over at Yeonjun with an almost disgusted expression, his hand instinctively reaching for yours. You don't blame him either way because Yeonjun looks like he just made it out of one of the world's most traumatizing lunatic asylum with shitty security. And Jisung wouldn't let you walk around with a crazy guy attached to you like a total creep. Not when he's monitoring.

“Y/N’s plus-one ?”

“Well that makes two of us.”

Yeonjun holds his hands up as if he's being held at gunpoint. "Easy, dude, I'm leaving. I'm leaving. She's all yours." He laughs, sounding almost too nervous to be true because Jisung is somewhat scary whenever someone gets on his bad side. Just ask Highschool Hyunjin.

"You're wasted as fuck, what makes you think that I'll let you go home alone like this ?" You say, flinching slightly when you feel Jisung tightens his grip on your hand. He cocks a brow as if he's testing you.

"Nah, I'm not going anywhere. Just gonna swing by the bar, Beomgyu probably came up with something to knock me out." Without a proper goodbye nor a hug like his normally playful self usually does, the blue haired boy turns on his heels to walk away from the scene. And you exhale deeply out of relief, not because you hated Yeonjun's company, you might actually hang out with him again. Just not where there's alcohol.

Jisung still hasn't let go of your hand yet, and surprisingly, you don't want him to. "I take that as you two aren't dating ?" He questions, studying your features more closely. You're really pretty, he thinks. Jisung has never once hesitant about using the word 'pretty' for you and he's not afraid to show it either. It's just that you never bothered to notice.

"No ? Hyunjin decided to ditch me for Seungmin and Yeonjun's a mutual friend through Changbin so we texted, and he picked me up after when Hyunjin left." You give him a weird look, confused by how pissed off he looks right now. "And I take that as you're jealous ?"

Jisung laughs humorously, his voice doused in dry sarcasm. "Huh, funny. Last time I checked, you were supposed to be backstage with me since you lost the bet, not clinging yourself onto some hot guy from Changbin's Biochem 101." Of course Jisung is pissed off. How could he not when you're all smiling and laughing with another guy, when he has an arm over your shoulder, holding you so lovingly, so tightly ? Another guy that's not him.

You widen your eyes at how ridiculous he sounds, almost in disbelief. "Excuse you ? Since when 'being backstage with you' was even a thing in our bet ?" Yeah, completely unheard of. "And I was not clinging onto him, I'll have you know that he chugged on a bottle of Hennie and ended up wobbling around like a fucking toddler !"

Your voice is getting louder and louder by the second, chest heaving up and down in anger because he is in fact, being extra insufferable tonight. You haven’t seen him acting like this since he officially declared cold war with Hyunjin back in junior year highschool.

"Oh yeah ? Then what ? You liked that ? It makes me sick to the stomach seeing you giggling at one of his stupid jokes. You seemed so fucking comfortable even when he's this close ?" Jisung tugs in your arm to pull you closer, his cool breath fanning your forehead. Your cheeks unknowingly feel hot, but you're not going to admit it to his face. "You're completely okay with this ?"

You grimace a stiff smile. "Of course I am." Oh boy were you wrong.

"Even now ?" He places his hands over your shoulder to bend down, angling his face so that the tip of his nose is brushing over yours. His gaze pierces right through you, leaving you completely stripped and vulnerable. And you hate every single part of this. You hate how you heart is swelling, how his touches burn like fire, how much effect he has on you with such minimal effort.

Jisung says with a devilish smirk blooming on his lips. "Hmm ? I don't know Y/N, you look pretty burnt up to me."

"It's because of the heat—" You instantly regret what you said when it starts to rain. Droplets of water repeatedly tap against your skin like clear champagne. A cloud shadows over you two and another splatter of rain comes along. Goosebumps rise on your skin at the cool sensation as your limbs lock themselves in place. Jisung has never broken eye contact with yours since then, specks of good and silver floating in his eyes like a brilliant explosion of a supernova.

Just when you thought your lips was gonna collide, something unexpected happens. Jisung takes off his jacket and swings it over your shoulders. He gently holds you by the waist as he hurries you inside, your gaze never once leaves his features. He's saying something but you can't quite catch it, it's hard to concentrate when he's being all affectionate and sweet to you like this.

You are far too busy telling your heart not to explode.

six.

Felix stomps over to your table and slams his tray of food down aggressively. Everyone peels their eyes off what they’re doing for the time being, throwing a weird look towards him. With a satisfied smile on his face, Felix drops his notebook onto the table. Changbin glances at him with an expressionless face, almost yawned in boredom. “And how did it go again ?” He drawls tiredly as if he has heard the same joke over and over for an entire week.

“You know that feeling when you feel like you’re completely detached from your own body and just stare at yourself from above ? I was up there, mind blank while my mouth couldn’t stop blabbering about what ever the fuck was on those slides. I ditched my Flashcards, completely untouched, 5 minutes has never flown by so quick. Boom, the professor didn’t even think twice about giving me an A.” Felix leans back on his chair comfortably after wrapping up his story.

Seungmin scrunches his nose at his friend. “Yeah sure, it’s an A. Big fucking deal.” Kim Seungmin basically has a full scholarship straight to college in the middle of his senior highschool year, you can say that he has the right to be unimpressed.

Minho shrugs indifferently, scrolling through his feed to kill some time. “It is for Yongbok apparently, give him a break. You know he hardly gets any when his brain only consists of Seo Changbin and Fortnite.”

Felix hisses at the older boy like a cat when you accidentally step on its tail, threatening to gouge out one of his eyes with the plastic fork on his hand. Minho being on his ass 24/7 just makes college that much more of a hellhole. He can’t help but roll his eyes in annoyance because no one is even trying to spare a ‘Good job’ or ‘Good for you’. He might actually need new friends, Felix ponders.

But wait, something’s missing.

Jisung didn’t even try to make fun of him. And he never missed a single chance to pester him or call him out every time he’s all giddy over good grades. In other words, his secret life as a potential nerd has been foiled thanks to Han Jisung. But apparently, girls find it hot when a nerd is secretly a dancer.

He looks over to his friend and frowns furiously. A hood thrown over his head, eyes glued to his laptop screen, Jisung looks extra antisocial today and Felix can feel something’s off because he would be jumping around, yelling into your ears by now, not making a PowerPoint presentation. “What’s wrong with you two ?” He asks, noticing how you’re also acting strange.

You’re mindlessly scrolling through Twitter, and stop abruptly at a new post from @j.one. It’s a picture of Jisung grinning while gripping on a microphone followed by a caption “Always have so much fun performing w/ my bros, @spearB & @cb97 - photo by @princehwang #SocialSaturday”.

You almost snickered, feeling the need to change it into “#TBT”. Not only because this photo was taken months ago for a summer music festival nearby Uni, but also because this bright side of Han Jisung no longer exists. He hardly talked to you since Saturday, ignored you when you made eye-contact with him on the hallways, didn’t even ask you to pay for his ride.

Basically, he’s making a fuss out of nothing. But you wouldn’t say that it feels good not having him call you ‘little cub’ 50 times a day or send you random messages during a lecture like ‘go out with me ?’. You never take them seriously anyway because he can’t like you just like that, right ? “Ask him, not me.” You raise a brow towards Jisung, earning a glare from him as a reply. “I’m not the one who’s being petty over me going to a music festival with Choi Yeonjun.”

Jisung sighs dramatically and shuts his laptop close. “Is that all you got ?” He inquires sarcastically as if he’s gonna set you on fire if you dare to try him.

“That’s what I said the first time we played Mario Kart together, isn’t it ? I totally kicked your ass, to the curb.” You protest as the blood running through your veins slowly boils. If it weren’t for Hyunjin to hold your shoulders in place, you would have thrown hands at Jisung.

Jisung slams his hands onto the surface of the table harshly, almost knocked the whole table over. “Yeah, that’s why Chan never lets you drive because you’re exactly the reason for all of our wild turbulence. Because you suck at driving !”

You feel like you’re being held in a chokehold, literally and metaphorically because you can’t even drag Jisung down to the very bottom of Hell when you’re fully capable of doing that. Not before you kill him with your bare hands.

“I mean one of us had to have the guts to drive everyone back after a party where y’all got fucking wasted. College parties are so lit, they say. Who the fuck does three keg stands in a row just to run around the neighborhood shirtless later on ?!” You clatter loudly, earning a ‘wtf’ look from the students at the opposite table.

“Who wants another milkshake ? It’s on me.” Woojin interrupts the two of you, already pulling out his wallet in a rush.

Jisung’s ears automatically turn red, and you smirk at the sight of his pink cheeks upon both embarrassment and anger. “What did you just say ?”

“Ten milkshakes it is.” Chan drags Woojin out of his seat and the two of them helplessly walk towards the canteen cashier from across your table. He’s already given up, you can tell. Because if not, he would just personally hang Jisung upside down on a tree ( his natural habitat ) so that he can cool down before he said something he’d definitely regret later.

You push Hyunjin away and stand up right, staring at Jisung dead in the eye. “What’s wrong ? Cat got your tongue ?” Are you finally getting back at him ? Is this how victory taste like ?

“Say that again and I’m gonna— ugh ! Christ, I hate you !” Jisung sounds like he’s on the verge of exploding and you’re absolutely enjoying every single moment of this.

You mock him in amusement. “You’re gonna what ?”

“I’m gonna fucking kiss—“

Before Jisung could finish his sentence, Minho pulls his friend backwards and Jisung once again lands on his bottom, onto the wooden bench. “Okay, I don’t wanna ruin the heat but at least spare some of your sanity for the sake of publicity, yeah ? You know, if you guys wanna make out that bad, there’s always a restroom.”

Sanity ? For the sake of publicity ? Well, that changes everything. “WE’RE NOT GONNA MAKE OUT LEE MINHO YOU FUCKING BASTARD ! DON’T MAKE ME KNOCK KNOCK UPSIDE YOUR HEAD, YOU FILTHY PIECE OF SH-“ You’ve come to a decision that if Han Jisung doesn’t end up somewhere six feet under the ground, then Lee Minho - aka his best friend - is taking his bullet for today.

“Woah woah, Y/N, easy girl, easy.” Hyunjin holds you back with both hands. Okay, he gets why Jeongin doesn’t want to come over whenever you and Jisung are breathing in the same room now.

Jeongin scrunches his nose as he obnoxiously chews on his tuna sandwich. “Yeah, you guys need to cool down a little bit. You know, just chill out. That’s enough for your ‘friendly banter’, let the others enjoy their lunch in peace, will you ?”

You and Jisung continuously give each other death stares for the rest of your lunch break. Even when Chan and Woojin come rushing back with five cups of milkshakes each, even when it’s your favorite flavor in the entire world, it can never put out the fire of wrath that’s burning furiously deep inside. All you want to do is to have Han Jisung down on his knees and beg you for his life like how King Stefan did to Maleficent. The only difference is that Jisung actually doesn’t have a daughter.

Is that too much to ask for ?

seven.

[ 2:35pm ]

yeonjun | hey, I need to talk to you…

yeonjun | nearby café after school ? I can just wait if you’re getting out late.

You read the message on your way out of the lecture hall and widen your eyes. The hour displayed on your screen reads ‘3:45pm’. You immediately push your way through the crowd of sweaty students and run down the hallway like a psychopath. God, Yeonjun has been sitting alone at the café like a complete fool just because of you. Now you feel like a terrible human being.

“Woah, where are you going in such a hurry ?” Hyunjin yells at you loudly when you brush past him and Jeongin.

You hastily shout back at him before continuing to run. “Don’t wait for me ! Just spare me some left over !”

When you arrive at the café, you feel like you should give yourself a pat on the shoulder because you don't think you’ve ever run that fast before in your entire life. Not even for the marathon competitions during middle school.

And the café looks somewhat different today, something smells weird too, you notice. Then you realize that they just repainted the whole thing, replacing the old teal blue color into a warmer brownish color. The walls and windows are decorated with fairy lights, like a cherry on a sundae, it’s perfect for the upcoming winter break. Because students aren’t just gonna come here for the caffeine, they’re gonna hog this place for themselves sooner or later to get at least one aesthetic photo for the holiday.

You quickly spot Yeonjun sitting alone in the color while having his headphones on, slowly dozing off to the music. His cup of iced macchiato remains untouched with water dipping on the sides. A pang of guilt hits you almost instantly when you start walking towards his direction. As you sit down on the opposite seat, Yeonjun suddenly startles and shakes his sleepiness away.

“Hey, I’m so sorry, my phone was off all day.” You say with an apologetic smile on your face, feeling the guilt keeps piling onto your shoulders. “You could just leave or something, I wouldn’t be mad.”

Yeonjun removes his headphones and laughs slightly, scratching the nape of his neck. “It’s fine,” He waves his hands at you to tell you that everything’s okay. “I really need that short nap after all. God, I was dreading my neuroscience assignment all day. But hey, I really need to talk to you, that’s why I was so determined to wait.”

“Don’t even, Yeonjun. You could have just gone home and rest.” You shake your head at him in defeat. You swear to God, he’s too kind. “What’s so important that you wanted to talk to me so badly ?” You ask while flipping through the menu. The weather has been pretty chilly lately, it might be nice to have a hot chocolate.

Yeonjun’s ears turn red at your words and he starts to dart his eyes around, scared to meet your eyes. “I— uhm, look, I just—“ He stammers with tinted pink cheeks, which you find ridiculously adorable. “I just wanted to say sorry for what happened on Saturday.” He manages to squeak out and you have to hold back the urge to laugh. “I shouldn't have drunk that much beer, right ? You should feel lucky that I left you with your boyfriend because I may or may not have thrown up all over Beomgyu. He almost kicked me off a cliff, I’m not overexaggerating, I swear.”

That’s not true. Yeonjun should be the one who needs to feel lucky because not only didn’t Beomgyu leave him on some random sidewalks, he personally called Taehyun to bring him extra clothes and had an Uber to get them three back home before midnight. He knows Beomgyu is too utterly soft for him to murder him in his sleep anyway.

You smile at him before waving the waiter boy over to punch in your order. “Choi Yeonjun, it’s fine, really. You’re so much fun to hang around. But next time, no more beer for you, get it ?” Upon your teasing, he lets out a nervous chuckle. And little did you know, he’s planning on telling you something much, much more horrendous. “And how many times do I need to tell you that Jisung is not my boyfriend ?”

“Just not yet.” He corrects you, and you’re stuck between the ideas of strangling Han Jisung and throwing Choi Yeonjun off a cliff. Or maybe both. “You guys caused quite the scene during lunch break. You two bickered like an old married couple. Not to mention, you’ve probably ended up on everyone’s social medial by now.”

Your eyes widen in terror. A tape of you, and Han Jisung yelling at each other at the top of your lungs is on the Internet. Since a young age, you’ve come to realize that nothing on the internet ever really goes away. And that thought scares you shitless. Great, now everyone will think of you two as that one loud couple who always argue over stupid things. “I’m so fucking screwed— give me a sec, someone’s texting me.”

[ 4:12 pm ]

han | where are you ?

y/n | why would that matter ?

han | you’re on a date right ? with him.

y/n | han jisung are you watching me ? wtf you creep !?

[ 4:13pm ]

han | do you like him ?

han | just answer me honestly for once.

y/n | so you ARE jealous. hah, busted.

But wait, why would he be jealous ? That makes no sense.

[ 4:14pm ]

han | so what if i’m jealous ?

Your heart stops as a small ‘huh?’ escapes your lips. Yeonjun looks at you with a confused expression, almost develops a mild interest in what made you so flustered. But he guessed it either way because it’s too obvious who’s the only person that has this kind of effect on you.

han | i was the one who asked you out first, it’s not fair !

y/n | ...

y/n | hey, are you drunk ?

[ 4:15pm ]

han | i’m as sober as i can be, enjoy your pretty little date y/n.

When everything’s already a mess, when you’re at a loss for words, Hyunjin’s abrupt call is something else more than just fuel to the fire. “Y/N ! Have you seen Jisung ?” Your roommate sounds alarmed on the other end and your stomach automatically twists into a knot.

“No, I haven’t seen him since lunch… why ?” The uneasy feeling has been ghosting your gut since you received the questionable texts from Jisung, and you’re afraid to hear what Hyunjin’s gonna say next. “What’s wrong ? What happened to him ?” You bombard him with questions after questions, fiddling your fingers nervously in fear.

Yeonjun quickly senses something’s off and reaches his hand outwards. He places his hand over yours gently, rubbing little circles to remind you to calm down. There are a thousand bad scenarios running through your mind like lightning of what could have happened to Jisung. What if he’s about to do something stupid ? What if he’s hurting, and no one ever asked ? What if… it’s all because of you ?

“Hyunjin, just fucking answer me !” You almost snapped, finding the silence on the other line extremely disturbing.

He replies breathlessly, as if he’s already given up. “He’s gone.”

“What do you mean he’s gone ?” You can’t believe your own ears at this point.

Hyunjin sounds like he’s about to have a mental breakdown. “Changbin said he hadn’t been home when his shift was supposed to end at 3. Chan said he wasn’t on campus either, nor the band room. We’ve checked everywhere, not his house, not the usual boba place, not even his favorite get-away spots. He ran away, Y/N, no one knows why. And I’m scared..” Your heart instantly drops to the pit of your stomach.

Not even his favorite get-away spots.. We’ve checked everywhere.

But Jisung would never tell them about all of his get-away spots.

eight.

Jisung unlocks his phone and sees several missed calls from his group of friends along with endless texts but his eyes only linger on some particular ones.

[ 7:23pm ]

y/n | can we just talk this out ?

y/n | this is so fucking childish of you.

y/n | I don’t care if you want to kick me out of your life.

y/n | I’m coming for you.

Jisung doesn’t know whether he should be crying or laughing. Basically, he’s emotionally restrained.

Because apparently, life is preposterous. One moment you’re laughing while being pissed off when he annoys the heck out of you. Then later you would ditch him to have yourself wrapped around another guy’s arms. Hours ago, you were on the edge of pushing his limits into the unknown and now you’re being all concerned and worried about him. He feels mildly exasperated partially because you’re playing with his heart, and partially because he allows you to do that.

He has been watching you from behind all this time. He always has so much on his mind that keeps him awake at nights but never really knows how to convey his feelings for you into words. Maybe that’s why J.One can only write love songs in vain. So being the genius person that he is, he thought ( and still think ) that the only way to approach you was to make fun of you. He can only call you questionable nicknames all day because he doesn’t have the heart to actually call you ‘babe’ in a genuine way. He would always end up spitting out something less than appropriate or stick his nose into your business because he can never fathom the courage to say a simple ‘I love you’. Yes, Jisung knows that he’s a coward for making such excuses but the thought of putting his heart into someone else’s hand scares him shitless. Not that he has never gone through a heartbreak before but the scars never really go away.

Honestly, Jisung has never thought that he would end up liking you this much. He still vividly remembers the day that you two met for the first time. It was freshman year highschool, he got signed up for a role in the drama club at the time being thanks to Hyunjin and suddenly he saw you sitting alone in a corner, struggling over a piece of prop for the set.

Even when it’s the awkward phase, you took his breath right away like ‘whoosh’, leaving him utterly speechless when your eyes collide. From then on, you’re the ‘nothing’ that people ask him about whenever he looks like he’s spacing out. You’re the only thing that keeps lingering in his mind, impossible to forget. He finally understands why people are always so giddy about their crush because once you like someone, everything changes. Like how your smile seems to be even brighter than the Sun, how your goofy laugh feels like music to his ears, or how every little thing that you do affects him way too damn much. Woah, he understands why his group of friends said that he’s so whipped for you now.

Jisung doesn’t know what to think or what to feel anymore. He really doesn’t. He hates how you keep switching between ‘the Y/N who hates Jisung with passion’ and ‘the Y/N who genuinely worries about Jisung’. It drives him nuts not knowing how you really feel about him. Jisung swipes his index finger upwards and presses the ‘Airplane Mode’ button from the Control Center settings. He can’t afford having Chan or Minho screaming directly at his ears after when he ran away like that. Maybe he is childish after all.

“Han Jisung !”

Jisung snaps his head backwards to find you standing there, disheveled hair, hands supporting on your knees with a glint of fierceness in your eyes. With the dim source of light from the Moon, you’re glowing under all of the sentimental glory that leaves him completely flustered. He’s really predictable, he thinks. Of course you’d know that he would end up choosing the park where he used to hang out with Seungmin since kindergarten. It’s also where he bawled his eyes out after his first breakup, having you rub little circles on his back and tell him that everything’s gonna be alright.

“What are you doing here ?” He asks soullessly although his heart his yelling at him to fall into your embrace.

“I told you, didn’t I ?” You say, breaths growing more even by the seconds. “I’m coming for you, I don’t care if you’re gonna kick me out of your life because I’m not allowing that.”

Jisung snickers, clicking his tongue in annoyance. “You rain-checked on Choi Yeonjun just like that ? Aren’t you afraid that he’s gonna break up with you tomorrow after finding you that you’re rummaging through the entire city to look for me, an absolute bastard who never leaves well enough alone ?”

You shoot him a stern look, brows slightly furrowed. “You didn’t let me finish, how rude. I’m trying to prove a point, don’t you see ? If I really didn’t give two fucks about you then why would I be here ? If I was really dating Choi Yeonjun then I could have just stayed at home and cuddled with him until Hyunjin kicked him out of our apartment. It’s been almost three hours, Jisung. Three fucking hours. I was running from place to place like a psychopath, got lost on some random streets, just to find you. Yes, just for you.”

He squints his eyes at you skeptically. “And your point is ?”

“I care about you.” You don’t even need to consider anything at this point and that has Jisung’s jaw dropped to the ground. “I could never hate you, even if I do, I can’t hate you for the rest of my life for my own good. Even when you call me ‘little cub’ fifty times a day, even when you make me pay for your ride, even when we almost threw hands at each other during lunch break, my feelings for you never change. Not even one bit.” You state confidently, taking long strides towards him.

Jisung looks at you with a blank expression, his lips pressed into a thin line. “I don’t know Y/N. You’re a fucking hot mess. For all I know, you second-guessed most of your decisions in life. What if you decided to pull—“ That’s it, you’re not enduring his ‘what if’-s bullshit any longer.

Without a word, you grab Jisung by the collar and pull him flush against you. When your lips collide with his, it feels like you’re being sent to the Moon and back continuously. Sparks of joy, lust, and mixed emotions ignite inside his heart when you trace your tongue over his then it explodes like a firework that lights up the eerie darkness effortlessly. Jisung slowly gives in and melts into the kiss, his hands snaking around your waist to hold you closer, feeling your warmth radiating off on his flannels. You’re the first one to pull away, hands trailing behind the nape of his neck. “I can say that giving away my first kiss is enough to prove that the only thing I’ve never second-guessed was liking you.” You say breathlessly, trying to ignore the rouge on your cheeks.

“I am your first kiss ?” He widens his eyes slightly.

You scoff at him while trying to act casual. “Be grateful at least you brat.” Jisung chuckles softly at you, slightly taken aback at your bold action as the feeling of your lips on his chills him to the bones. “Point taken.” At that moment, you quickly realize how his warm brown eyes hold their own galaxy with the stars shining so brightly that makes your heart swell. At that moment, you also realize that Jisung is your Sun because his smile alone can light up the whole celestial sphere. Meanwhile you’re his Moon because no matter what happens, you’ll always be here to brighten him up on the darkest of days.

And you both know that as long as you have each other, you will forever be radiant.

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