#ft. my persona like 3 times

[miyakkenjii]

sketch dump time!! because i’m obsessed with drawing and drawing in red pen is fun plus new fandom lets go

[asahicore]

real me, real you - psh

pairing. sunghoon x fem!reader (ft. jay... sorry)

synopsis. You’re your school’s popular pretty smart girl, but with a twist - you lead a completely different life at home, where you are messy, lazy and foul-mouthed. Only your family and best friend Sumin know about this, until Park Sunghoon, of all people, finds out. The resident cold and arrogant heartbreaker of your school decides to blackmail you into doing his biddings - but you can’t say no, not even when he asks you to be his fake girlfriend, otherwise he’ll ruin your reputation. But as you and Sunghoon get closer, you realize that maybe he’s not so bad after all, and you may be more similar than you'd originally though - all while your old childhood friend Jay watches from the sidelines.

genre. fake dating, high school au, very slight love triangle action, fluff and angst

warnings. this is the first thing i ever wrote so there may be slightly cringe and awkward things but i didn't wanna change anything lol, hoon is a meanie at some point and everything is dramatic and very fanfic-y, mild childhood trauma for both of them <3

word count. 22.9k

author's note. @end-hyphen genie this one is for you... i hope you still like this fic after all this time lol ! as i said in the warnings i only changed a few typos and punctuation from the original but i decided to not make any major changes bc i think it's nice to see what my writing was like when i had just started out!! hopefully i've improved lol, also this was not inspired by true beauty!! i've never seen the show nor read the webtoon. i was inspired by two mangas called switch girl and kare kano (or his and her circumstances) which have this plot of a girl being two different people at school and at home. anyways hope u guys enjoy this and if u do pls lmk <333

Nobody was supposed to find out.

You were the most popular girl in school, known for your looks, good grades, and kind personality. You had a nice group of friends and the whole school at your feet, students and staff alike. As the student representative, you had an image to keep up and needed everyone to think you were perfect; and they did. So you always wore a smile on your face, kept your head up and made sure your uniform was creaseless, all while maintaining the highest scores in your year. Always being friendly to your peers and helping them out prevented anyone from thinking you were a stuck-up goody-two-shoes. You made high school look like a breeze.

But such a life didn’t exist. Who was happy waking up at 6 a.m. every day and dedicating all of their time to schoolwork and student life? You certainly weren’t. What you thrived off of was having everyone think you were. Hearing whispers in the corridor of, “She’s so pulled together!” or “I wish I had her life”, now, those skyrocketed you to heaven. The cherry on top was a nod of approval from a teacher or an “outstanding job again, Y/N” as they handed you back your graded paper. Your favorite color had become the red of the pens your teachers used to write A+ at the top of the page. 

You’d always been academically gifted, but as you heard those words more and more, you’d started craving them and doing everything to hear them again until they started controlling you instead of the other way around. Everything you did needed to be perfect. And that was how you had created this persona of the perfect girl who had it all together at the ripe age of 17. But that’s exactly what it was; a persona. 

As soon as you stepped off the bus and waved goodbye to your friends, you became another person. Or more accurately, you reverted back to your natural self. You weren’t an evil person by any means; it wasn’t your intention to actively deceive everyone at school, it was more of a side effect of keeping up appearances. Only your family and your closest friend Sumin knew what you were truly like: greedy, messy, short-tempered, self-centered, and sometimes downright insufferable. Your younger siblings, Sunoo and Yeeun, liked to joke that you had a button you switched on and off whenever you left the house. When on, you were the sweetest girl ever, but when off, all your vices crept up and let themselves known to the world, or rather to your family. You didn’t mean to make them suffer, but after a long day of being perfect, you needed to blow off some steam; if they had to be your metaphorical punching bag, so be it. 

When Sunoo entered high school, you made him swear he wouldn’t say a thing to anyone. You trusted him and knew he wouldn’t let your secret out - it was too entertaining for him to see you act perfect at school and reveal your true self at home. There was no risk of anyone finding out - you were so intent on keeping the act up that nothing ever slipped you. It had been that way since middle school, and your senior year of high school was going to be no different.

Nobody was supposed to find out, so what was Park Sunghoon doing right in front of you in the frozen aisle of the corner convenience store, just when you happened to be bare-faced, with thick glasses on and a pimple bright red from just having been popped, in your comfiest pajamas, and a tub of Ben & Jerry’s in hand?

“Kim Y/N? Y/N, is that you?”

You froze in place, not knowing how to react. There was no way this, your worst nightmare, was actually happening.

When you regained your senses, flight seemed the best way out of this. You avoided Sunghoon’s curious gaze and curtly replied, “No, sorry, I don’t know who that is,” before walking away, iron grip on the ice cream.

But the boy was quicker than you and grabbed you by the wrist, forcing you to turn around. “It is you! Come on, Y/N, aren’t we friends? Do you not recognize me or something?”

If it wasn’t for the panic coursing through your veins at that moment, you might’ve laughed at his question. How could you not recognize the Park Sunghoon? Along with Park Jongseong and Sim Jaeyun, or Jay and Jake as they liked to be called, he was only the most popular guy in your year - hell, in the whole school. The three of them had gained attention from freshman year as the three handsome soccer players. Jake and Sunghoon had been attached at the hip since kindergarten, Jay joining them sometime in middle school when he came back from his year abroad in Seattle. 

Your parents and Jay’s had been college best friends and you two had therefore grown up together, and even used to be quite close. You’d grown apart when he joined Jake and Sunghoon’s friend group, and although you still got on well, there was always a bit of an awkward atmosphere when you caught up with each other.

The three friends had quite different personalities but their complicity and shared history made them stick together. Jake was known for his academic achievements, rivaling yours, and his friendly personality; Jay, for his surprisingly funny antics once you got past the somewhat menacing appearance (which he blames on his resting bitch face). Sunghoon, on the other hand, was as cold as ice, so much that he’d earned the nickname of ice prince, but girls continued to swoon over him due to his incredibly handsome features. When turning down girls, Jake and Jay always tried to let them down gently, but Sunghoon wasn’t one to hold back: he’d laugh in their face or straight up say no, staring them right in the eyes. Most confessions ended in tears (not his, obviously), but girls kept on testing their luck, thinking they might be the one to melt the ice prince’s cold, dead heart.

Clearly, you weren’t Sunghoon’s biggest fan.

His behavior had always made you wonder why Jay and Jake were friends with a person like him. They went back a long time, but how did Sunghoon not become a nice and approachable person like his two best friends? They both seemed so genuine, but he looked like he was hiding something. This was what had made you weary of him; you knew all too well how easily an image that was the opposite of reality could be created. So on one hand, you sort of felt for him, thinking he might be in a similar situation as you. But on the other hand, you couldn’t help but feel some kind of jealousy: if you acted the way he did, you wouldn’t receive half the admiration you did. Hell, you’d probably be hated for it - no one likes a girl that’s both successful and bitchy about it. 

One thing was sure, though, and that was that you wouldn’t call the two of you friends, as he just had.

“Y/N? You okay?”

The pure panic in your eyes must’ve made Sunghoon realize something was wrong. He released you and looked you up and down, trying to take your appearance in. The Y/N he was seeing right then was worlds away from the one he was accustomed to at school. 

You realized there was no ignoring him, so you collected yourself and faced Sunghoon. “Uh, yeah, hi, Sunghoon. Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting to see anyone I knew here.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, no wonder. You look quite… different from what you usually do,” he said, voice laced with sarcasm.

This whole situation got you dumbfounded. You usually knew exactly what to retort when somebody messed with you, your friend or a classmate, but this time, you were completely speechless. You just wanted to escape.

“Well, it was nice seeing you Sunghoon, but I need to get home.” You pivoted on your heels and started walking again, but Sunghoon had other plans.

“Aw, come on, so quickly? We barely got to chat!” He followed you through the aisles as you picked up the remaining ingredients on the list your mother had given you as quickly as you could.

“I didn’t know you needed glasses. Do you wear lenses at school?”

“Yes. I need them to see.”

“I figured.��� You could hear the smirk in his voice, and your shock was slowly morphing into anger. Were teenage girls so blind that they’d have a crush on someone with such an abominable personality, no matter how angelic his face was? 

“I really like your outfit, by the way. Looks super comfy.” And as if your embarrassment couldn’t grow any bigger, he added: “Too bad you got a stain on the shirt.”

You looked down at yourself and noticed a huge grease stain on the collar of your shirt. Admittedly, you didn’t always have the best table manners. 

You swore under your breath. It was quiet for a couple minutes as you arrived at the register and paid for your items, Sunghoon still on your tail. He had apparently given up his purchases to focus solely on tormenting you. When you walked out of the store, you thought he might finally be done. But of course, he wasn’t.

“You know, my sister has this really effective pimple cream she uses. Do you want me to ask her what brand it is?”

That was it. You sighed deeply. “Alright, Park. What do you want?”

When you turned to face him fully, arms crossing over your chest and an obviously tired expression on your face, the mischievous glint in his eyes made you realize something. That idiot was enjoying this. 

Indeed, he beamed down at you. You had probably never seen him smiling so widely. “Wow, Y/N, didn’t know you could have such an attitude.”

You stayed silent and continued staring at him, waiting for an answer. He mirrored your pose, out of instinct or to irritate you, you weren’t sure.

“You know, when I moved to this neighborhood before the start of school, I was definitely not expecting to see Perfect Miss Y/N out in her pajamas buying ice cream. I thought you were more into, I don’t know, rescuing puppies from fires or something. That sounds like something you’d do in your free time.”

“Well, is there anything wrong with what I’m doing?”

“Oh, absolutely not! Just a surprising sight. Makes me wonder what the rest of the school would say…” He looked intently at you, clearly waiting for a reaction. You weren’t about to give him one, though.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes, shifting your weight on your right foot. “Yeah, like anyone would believe you if you said you saw me looking anything else other than perfect.” It might’ve sounded arrogant, but that was the image people had of you. Even your friends asked you how you did it - if only they knew the truth.

At that, his smile got even brighter. “Don’t worry about that, I won’t need to tell anyone. I’ll just show them!” He pulled out his phone, showing you a picture of you in your god-awful pajamas searching for your favorite flavor of ice cream.

He watched as your face fell, taking your silence as an opportunity to go on. “You were so engrossed in the tubs of ice cream that you didn’t notice a dashingly handsome and tall young man very obviously taking pictures of you.”

This put you into panic mode again. It might have seemed foolish, but you hadn’t worked for years to create a perfect version of yourself only for a stupid boy to destroy it all with one picture. 

You sighed and lowered your head, taking a moment to think. You didn’t know Sunghoon that well, but you didn’t put it past him to send that picture to everyone and ruin your image in the process. You opted for honesty instead of bluff. You took your glasses off and looked back up at him; even if you couldn’t see him as well without them, maybe he’d see the despair in your eyes better.

“Park. I mean, Sunghoon. You can’t show that picture to anyone, okay? You have no idea how bad I need to keep up appearances. It’s really important to me, so just delete the picture and let’s never talk about this again, yeah?”

You tried smiling at him, but his expression infuriated you. You could tell he had something else up his sleeve. “Now, Y/N, why would I do that? If I’m gonna do something for you, you should do something for me.”

You weren’t sure if you wanted to hear the rest of his thoughts, but you needed to know. Eyeing him suspiciously, you told him to go on.

“Well, I can’t think of anything right now, but I’ll let you know when I do, okay? I’ll see you around, Y/N.” He flashed another one of his smiles, patted your head, and walked away, just like that, leaving you standing outside the convenience store on your own, a melting tub of ice cream in your plastic bag. At least for now, you were safe.

Right?

—

“You saw Park Sunghoon? As in, the Park Sunghoon?” your little sister Yeeun asked, looking at you with huge eyes. You two and Sunoo were sitting on your bed, sharing the ice cream by eating it directly from the tub.

“Yes, that’s literally what I’ve been saying this whole time. How do you know him anyway? You’re still in middle school…”

“Are you crazy? He’s famous in our whole school district! I wish we had cute boys in my school as well,” she sulked, pouting.

“That’s not the point, Yeeun,” Sunoo chimed in, then turned to you. “Well, this is either bad news or the start of a beautiful romance.”

“Sunoo! Take this seriously! I’m in a huge dilemma right now.”

Your siblings shared a knowing glance and snickered.

“Hey! I’m right here. I’m not overreacting, you know. If he does send those pictures around, I’m done for.”

“Oh, come on, Y/N, you’d be so much better off if you could be yourself at school. I see you there almost everyday, and the way you laugh always sounds so fake. Nobody would care if you forgot to put makeup on one day or had a crease in your shirt. If anything, it’d make you look more human.”

You could see where Sunoo was coming from, but you chose to ignore it. You sighed deeply. “You guys just don’t get it. They all see me as this perfect, put-together girl. If I showed them even a glimpse of the truth, everything would shatter. It’s too late to go back now.” You ignored their pitying looks and took another big spoonful of ice cream.

It was their turn to sigh. As always, it was impossible to reason with you. Deep in your thoughts, you added: “You know, there was something really off about him today. I’d never seen him act that way before.”

Your siblings looked at you questioningly. “He’s always so cold and distant towards everyone. I’ve only seen him smile when he’s laughing with Jake and Jay or when he makes fun of someone. But just now, he kept smiling at me like he was having fun. He even patted my head when he left.”

At that, Yeeun swooned dramatically, hands over her heart. You looked over at her and said, “I’d be swooning too if it was any other guy than Park Sunghoon. I’m more confused than anything right now, he was a completely different person from when I see him at school.”

They exchanged another look. “You guys stop doing that!”

“Well, it’s just that that sounds an awful lot like someone I know,” Sunoo replied. Realization hit you and you scoffed, mildly offended. At least you were nice to others at school and didn’t act like an asshole with a superiority complex.

“Anyway,” he continued, “what will you do about Sunghoon?”

“I’m not too sure. I guess all I can do is wait and see whatever it is he could want from me.”

“Yeah, do that, and then date him, please. If I can’t have him as my boyfriend, then I’ll have him as my brother-in-law,” Yeeun joked. You didn’t have it in you to retort anything back and started laughing along with her. 

If everything did shatter, at least you’d have your siblings to make you laugh.

— 

The next day, you made your way to the bus stop after your daily morning routine: jogging, showering, eating a filling breakfast, choosing the perfect accessories for your school uniform, applying just the right amount of makeup and going over your subjects and tasks of the day. As always, efficiency is the key. You had become so used to this routine that your body did it on its own, which let your mind wander wherever it pleased. Usually, you’d use this time to prepare yourself for the day ahead, but today, the only thing on your mind was Park Sunghoon. What was that boy up to? Was he up to anything, or did you completely imagine his mischievousness yesterday? In any case, you hoped it would all be over soon. 

You got on the bus and sat down next to Sumin. Your close friend group at school consisted of her, Park Sieun, Lee Heeseung and Choi Jiung, but she was the only one who knew about your secret. You had been friends for so long that you hadn’t even been able to hide it: she’d seen you from all angles, both before, during and after your transformation to who you were now. It was nice having someone else than your siblings to rely on and tell everything to. 

“Minie, you’ll never guess what happened yesterday. I ran into Park Sunghoon at the convenience store next to our apartment unit.”

She raised her eyebrows in surprise, but her reaction wasn’t as big as you thought it’d be. She smiled and said, “Huh! I knew he’d moved to our neighborhood, but I wouldn’t have thought he’d live so close to you that you’d even shop at the same place.”

She registered your confused expression and continued. “Didn’t you hear? He moved out of his parents’ house at the end of summer. Something about a huge fight with them that made him move out. But there are always so many rumors about him and his group that I don’t know what to believe.”

“Oh,” you mumbled, unsure what to say. Now that you thought about it, Sunghoon had mentioned moving in your conversation yesterday, but you were so preoccupied with him seeing you in your wild state that you hadn’t paid much attention to his comment.

“Wait, did he do something? Your face is telling me he did something.”

You got closer to her face and gestured for her to do the same. With lowered heads and in hushed tones, you said, “He saw me on off-mode.”

She gasped and jolted back in surprise, eyes wide and eyebrows shooting straight up. “What?”

You shushed her and pulled her in by her shoulders. “He even took pictures.” Your grip tight, you held her from jumping again. “That’s not even it. You know how he's always really cold and distant?”

“You mean how he’s always being a douchebag?” She scoffed. “Yeah, I know.”

You remembered that Sumin had been one of the first of many girls who shot their shot with Park Sunghoon, only to get rejected. You both grimaced at the memory that always left a bad taste in your mouth.

“He was completely different yesterday. Kept following me around the store and, I’m not sure, teasing me? Like trying to get a reaction out of me? In a weird half-friendly half-bully way.”

“Hm, you’re right, that doesn’t sound like him,” she mused. “It does sound like a stupid teenage boy though, which I guess he is, no matter how hard he tries to pretend he’s not.”

This is what you loved about Sumin. She could see right through people, and never hesitated to say what she thought of them, especially when they acted the way Sunghoon did. Sure, there were some personal feelings attached there, but she had quickly gotten over them when she realized how much of a douche he was towards everyone else.

When the bus stopped to pick up some more students, Heeseung hopped on. You quickly told Sumin to keep it a secret, at which she smiled and made a motion as if zipping her lips and throwing the key. If you told your friends about Sunghoon, you’d have to tell them the truth about how he had dirt on you, but you wanted to keep your friendship clean. You chatted the rest of the bus ride away and tried not to worry over Park Sunghoon too much.

When you finally got to school, you, Heeseung, and Sumin made your way to your classroom to join Jiung and Sieun. Before you could get there, however, Jungwon, an underclassman you had talked to a couple times for student council meetings, called out your name. You told your friends to go on without you and turned to the younger boy.

“Jungwon! Hi, what’s up?”

He seemed flattered that you had remembered his name but quickly got on with his business. “Um, I’m not sure why, but Sunghoon told me to come and get you? I’ve never talked to him, I think he just picked me randomly and assigned me a task…”

You sighed. Park Sunghoon truly was something. “Thanks for telling me, Jungwon. I’ll make sure he gets an earful for this, he has no right to boss students around like that.”

Jungwon’s eyes doubled in size as he frantically waved his hands in dismissal. “No! No need to do that, I don’t want to get in trouble with him. I’m just here to relay the message.” At that, he scurried off, and you headed towards Sunghoon’s homeroom. 

When you walked in, a few people were in the room, some girls gossiping with each other, a couple students doing some last-minute revision for a test. You found Sunghoon sitting at his desk, snickering with Jay and Jake and hoped that the subject of their laughter wasn’t you. They noticed you approaching and the two decent boys greeted you; the other one eyed you, that mischievous glint back in his eyes. What could he possibly have in mind?

“Hi, guys.” You smiled at Jay and Jake and reflexively stood closer to Jay. “Sunghoon, Jungwon said you wanted to see me?” you asked, trying to keep your impatience at bay.

“Oh, was that his name? Well, thank heavens for him, ‘cause I forgot my lunch at home. Would you be a sweetheart and go buy me something at the cafeteria? You know how everything runs out as soon as lunch period starts, and I get really cranky when I’m hungry.”

You stared at him, wide-eyed. His two friends’ reaction wasn’t very different from yours. Go buy him lunch? That’s what he wanted you to do?

“What? You don’t want to? That’s too bad, cause there’s a picture I think everybo-”

You cut him off before he could finish. “No! Of course I’ll do it! Can’t have our star player go hungry, now can we?” You cringed at your own words and Jay eyed you suspiciously. Sunghoon beamed, and Jake’s eyes darted back and forth between the two of you in pure confusion. “Um, any preferences?”

His smile got wider. “A tuna mayo would be amazing. Thanks, Y/N! You’re the best!”

“Sure…” you mumbled and quickly walked away, more bemused than ever. You checked your watch. You had 10 minutes before the first bell rang, and you could not be late for class, which meant you needed to hurry. 

You got back to Sunghoon’s classroom just a minute before the first bell. To your dismay, the class was almost full, and girls had gathered around him, trying to get his attention, but he seemed unbothered by their presence. You braced yourself and walked towards him. As your presence rarely went by unnoticed, most eyes were on you and Sunghoon. Not only were you two some of the most popular kids in school, you also happened to be handing him his lunch, a never-seen-before sight between the two of you. 

“I also got you banana milk, for good measure…” 

What had seemed like a great idea a few minutes ago, something to appease the devil in him, now felt like the biggest mistake of your life. The girls around him started whispering left and right and you weren’t sure whether they felt bad for you, sensing an incoming rejection, or wanted to tear you to shreds for even trying. 

The whispers grew even louder when Sunghoon took the sandwich and milk from your hands, thanking you with a smile. You’d be lying if you said your heart hadn’t done a small jump in your chest at that moment. As much as you hated to admit it, if looks were the sole factor for popularity, then you could definitely understand why Park Sunghoon was so loved. His face looked like it had been carved by the gods themselves. When his eyebrows weren’t turned in a frown, his eyes looked almost sweet, especially when he laughed. His two moles gave him so much charm, the curve of his nose was so delicate and his pink lips looked so, so soft… 

You cleared your throat and smiled back at him before turning around to walk to your own classroom.

“Wait, Y/N!”

You turned back around, all eyes on you. You could feel Jay’s eyes burning holes into you. Sunghoon was still smiling. You thought you’d seen him smile more in the past two days than you had in all the years you’d known him.

“I’ll see you later.”

—

And indeed see him later you did. You always hung back a bit after classes ended to get homework done or work out student council issues. Being in an empty classroom brought you some peace and quiet, very different from the busyness and noise of your home. You couldn’t even focus in your own room, your siblings or parents always barging in to disturb you. The after-school janitors now knew you by name and saved cleaning the classroom you were sitting in for last. 

You had been barely sitting there for 5 minutes, nose buried in a math problem, when Park Sunghoon graciously strode in, swung the chair in front of you around and sat on it, arms crossed over its back as he peered at you. You didn’t even bother to look up at him as you spoke. “What, Park?”

“Oh no, back to last name basis already?” he joked. You didn’t laugh. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Wow, tough crowd. Anyways, thanks for the sandwich today.”

This made you look at him. Or rather, shoot daggers at him. “Yeah, what the hell was that all about? Did you have to pull that little stunt in front of everybody? You know what our school is like! Rumors are gonna start spreading like wildfire.”

“I already told you,” he said with a defensive tone. “Forgot my lunch, everything was gonna run out, didn’t want to get hungry later,” he said as he shrugged, completely ignoring the latter part of your complaint.

“And you couldn’t have gone and gotten it yourself?”

He beamed. If it wasn’t so damn beautiful, you probably would have started getting tired of his stupid smile already. “Why would I do that when I could get you to do it?”

You sighed. “I knew you weren’t the nicest guy, but I didn’t know you could be such an asshole, Park.”

If you hadn’t been staring him down so intently, you might not have noticed the falter in his smile, so quick it was.

“Oh, come on, Y/N. If anything, I’m doing you a favor by not sending out to everyone that picture you so desperately want to keep secret. Thing is, doing that wouldn’t benefit me in any way, except for getting the satisfaction of seeing everybody realize you’re not as perfect as they think you are. Whereas holding it over your head allows me to do basically anything I want with you. And that, that is just so much fun,” he beams, lowering his voice into a whisper for the last sentence.

What a psycho, you thought. You just sighed once more and returned to your textbook, too weirded out to say anything back. You hoped the silence would make Sunghoon realize how creepy what he had just said was. 

It was quiet in the room, only the sound of your pencil scratching your notebook could be heard. Sunghoon sat in the same position and watched you working. He often saw you like this, focused and benched over a desk, in the library or walking past your classroom. But it was always in passing, and looking at you so closely made all the world’s difference. He could see how you scrunched your nose when the problem got particularly difficult, or how your smirk as you solved another one made your left dimple appear. He also liked the annoyed looks you gave him every once in a while, as if his presence was disturbing your focus. He wasn’t sure what it was, but there was something about seeing someone who always went about their way with such purpose sitting in such silence.

He decided to break that silence. “You know, Jay was asking about you earlier.”

You kept your eyes trained on your notebook but abruptly stopped writing, your pencil leaving a small scratch on the paper. This didn’t go unnoticed by Sunghoon. “Did he?” you said, trying to sound as uninterested as possible, although you couldn’t help but be curious. Ever since Jay and you had grown apart, there was always a part of you wondering what he was up to, how he was doing, if he thought of you once in a while or reminisced about the good old times as you sometimes did. 

“Yeah. I mean, everyone did, but I didn’t really care,” he answers simply, and even though you’re itching to push him to say more, you stay quiet. “You’re right, by the way, I do know the people in our school. The rumors have already started spreading. Up to you whether you wanna deny them or not, though,” he said with a smirk.

“Don’t even think about it, Park. There’s not a chance in hell I’ll let them think we have a thing going on. I have a reputation to uphold, you know.”

He chuckled. “Trust me, I know. Anyway, he wanted to know why you did that for me. Guess he was jealous you didn’t do it for him, too.”

“Why would he be?” you asked, trying to make the question sound as innocent as possible. 

“Well, you two go a long way back, right?” he asked tentatively, as if testing the waters.

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Then it was probably weird for him to see his childhood best friend and his best bro interacting out of nowhere, even though we’ve both seen each other around a lot and nothing has ever come out of that. Don’t you think?”

A beat passed as you thought about it. “Yeah, I guess that’d look weird to him,” you replied, trying to keep the disappointment out of your voice.

You quickly wrote down your last answer, packed up your things, and stood up. “Well, I’m off now. I’ll see you around, unfortunately.”

Sunghoon, surprised at your quick departure, scrambled to get off his chair and chased after you. “Do you want me to drop you off? I’ve got a car, you know. Much more glamorous than the bus.”

You turned around and looked at him. “I’d rather get hit by said bus than get in your car, Park.”

He stood there, watching you walk away with a smirk on his face as your ponytail swayed from side to side. This was going to be a challenge. You were going to be a challenge. 

Thing is, he loved a good challenge.

—

Back home, you flopped down on your bed and buried your face in your pillow. You laid there for a few minutes, taking some time to gather your thoughts and try to understand Sunghoon’s actions. It was of no use; you weren’t a mind-reader, and he seemed impossible to figure out. He could make you do basically whatever he wanted to, and he decided to make you get him lunch, creating rumors along the way? What could he possibly get out of that?

Your reflexions were quickly interrupted, however, by a flurry of incoming messages on your phone. Someone had posted a photo of you handing his banana milk to Sunghoon on your school’s Instagram account - because apparently, your school was so obsessed with gossip that they had created an Instagram page just for it. The photo had blown up among your peers and it made you wonder if people really were that bored with their lives.

People you barely knew but that felt entitled to knowing your relationship status were DMing you, asking about today’s events. You quickly got tired of it, so you texted your worried and confused friends that you didn’t feel like talking tonight and would catch up with them tomorrow. You opened your textbook, deciding that studying would be the best and most efficient distraction.

When your parents called you and your siblings for dinner, you still weren’t feeling great. Your family quickly registered your annoyed expression and could only hope for the best. You already weren’t the easiest to live with, but when you were tired, you just got a hundred times worse.

“So, how was everyone’s day?” your mom asked cheerily.

Yeeun’s eyes lit up instantly. “Mine was great! I met a really cute boy. His name is Nishimura Riki and he just transferred from Japan.”

“Oh, that’s nice!”

“You’re too young to be thinking about boys, Yeeun.”

Your mom and dad had replied at the same time, then gave each other a stern look.

“I’m not thinking about him, Dad, just looking,” your sister replied, earning a chuckle from your concerned father. 

“Mine was alright. I guess the start-of-a-new-year excitement has already worn off. After a week,” Sunoo said with a sigh. 

Your mom turned to you. “What about you, Y/N?”

“It was fine.”

The sharpness of your tone changed the atmosphere in the room at once. You ignored the looks your family exchanged and continued eating your food, eyes not leaving your plate.

For some reason, Sunoo thought it’d be a great idea to chime in. “She’s not happy because she had to buy Park Sunghoon his lunch and everybody went crazy over it.”

“Sunoo!” you protested. Your parents didn’t need to know about this sort of stuff.

“Park Sunghoon? Is that someone we’re supposed to know?” your dad questioned.

Yeeun scoffed. “Uh, he’s only the most popular and handsome guy at Y/N and Sunoo’s school, dad. Duh.”

“Right. Duh,” your dad said, imitating your sister’s tone.

“And why did you have to buy his lunch, Y/N?” your mom asked.

“Because he saw what she looks like when she’s not at school,” Sunoo said, not even giving you the chance to reply yourself.

“Sunoo!” you scolded again.

“And now I guess he’s using that against her to get her to do what he wants? Right, Y/N?”

You glared at your brother and let a beat pass. “Right,” you reluctantly admitted.

“Lucky…” your sister mused, expression like she was daydreaming about being Sunghoon’s personal assistant.

Your dad ignored your sister and looked straight at you. “That’s inadmissible, Y/N. You can’t let him do that.”

“Your father’s right, sweetie. It’s not right,” your mom added when you stayed silent.

With everybody’s eyes on you, you felt obligated to reply. “It’s fine. It’s not like he asked me to do anything crazy. I’m sure he’ll stop soon enough.”

“You know, boys that age, they’ll do anything to get a girl’s attention,” your dad warned. “Just ignore him and he’ll go away.”

“If she ignores him, he’ll tell everyone what she’s really like,” your brother explained.

“And what’s so bad about that? I’m sure it’d be easier if you stopped lying to everyone.”

Everyone suddenly stopped in their motions, wondering why your mom would say something so true yet so controversial. You looked up at her. “What’s so bad about that? What’s so bad? I don’t know, maybe the fact that I’ve worked so hard all these years for everybody to like me and look up to me only for a stupid picture taken by a stupid boy to ruin everything,” you said all in one breath, voice coming out harsh. You were tired of having to explain the same thing over and over again - your parents just didn’t understand why you did what you did.

Your mom opened and closed her mouth again, knowing it was useless trying to talk sense into you. It never ended well when you had this conversation.

“Who put mushrooms in this anyway? You know I hate mushrooms,” you said before filling up your bowl and taking it to eat in your room, making sure you’d slammed your door behind you.

—

On the bus the next day, you tried to explain the events of the previous day to your friends.

“There’s nothing really to it. He just asked me to get him lunch so I did, and when I handed it to him, his whole class was there and saw everything.”

“I get that, but I just don’t understand why he made you do it in the first place, or why you agreed,” Heeseung said, “it’s so unlike the both of you to do something like that.”

You hadn’t even thought to come up with an excuse for your and Sunghoon’s yesterday - your friends were definitely super confused, but you didn’t want to tell them the truth, so you had to quickly find something to say that was somewhat believable, and change the subject.

“I have no idea why he did what he did, but I didn’t want to cause a scene so I just agreed. I don’t really care, to be honest, I just wish it didn’t have such consequences. People seem to think we’re characters on a stupid Netflix coming-of-age series or something, when we literally just go to their school.”

As soon as you’d turned your phone back on this morning, it started pinging with all the messages that had flown in since last night. People were talking about it everywhere: Kim Y/N, highly sought-after bachelorette, had offered Park Sunghoon, notorious rejecter of girls and breaker of hearts, a sandwich and a banana milk, and he had taken them. What’s more, he had been seen at lunch heartily eating them. This was serious.

You didn’t think things could get any worse until you got to school. You were used to random people coming up to you in the hallways or in class for help, except today they weren’t asking for help at all - they were asking what was up between you and Sunghoon, as though handing him a tuna mayo was like asking for his hand in marriage. Most of them were just curious, but some, especially his fanclub members, had an aggressive tone to their voice, which you weren’t used to. If people started liking you less because of Sunghoon, you were going to kill him.

But you had to hold onto that thought, because an all too familiar voice had suddenly called out to you on your way to class. You took a deep breath and turned around, watching him take long strides towards you. You immediately became aware of the amount of people in the hallway and realized you couldn’t talk to him like you had the previous day in front of everybody. You mustered the fakest smile you could and greeted him.

“Hi, Sunghoon. What can I help you with today?”

He smiled, obviously enjoying the fact that you had to be nice to him. “I’ve got my sports bag because of practice later tonight. Mind holding onto that for me for the day?”

Your fake smile turned a bit crazy as your eyes widened in disbelief. "Don’t you have a locker for that, Sunghoon?”

“Yeah, but it’s so much more fun if you’re the one to hold it.” And with that, he threw the bag in your direction, leaving approximately 0.5 seconds to catch it. “I’ll need that later today. Meet me in front of the locker rooms after school, yeah?”

He didn’t bother to wait for your answer and walked away, Jake and Jay following closely behind. Jay sent you a questioning look, to which you could only reply with a shrug. If it wasn’t for all the students in the hallway, you would’ve been yelling Sunghoon’s ear off at that point. Unfortunately, that wasn’t a possibility, so you just smiled to your friends who were looking more confused than ever.

“Let’s just go to class, guys.”

—

Throughout the whole day, you could feel people staring at you, then at the bag you were holding, then starting to whisper among themselves. You tried your best to concentrate in class so you could momentarily stop pondering over what Sunghoon’s evil master plan might be, but everyone seemed bent on making that usually simple feat impossible. When 3:30 p.m. finally came around, you bid your friends goodbye and headed to the boys’ locker room. Every boy walking in eyed you suspiciously, unsure as to what you could be doing there. Of course, Sunghoon had to take his sweet time to get there. 

Staring at the opposite wall and planning Sunghoon’s murder in your head, you hadn’t noticed Jay and Jake arriving. Jay signaled for his friend to go inside the locker room and told him he’d join him in a minute. He waved his hand in front of you to get your attention, a smile on his face. You sighed in relief at the familiar sight of your friend.

“Hey, Jay. Sorry I didn’t see you.”

“You okay, Y/N? You look like you’re about to murder someone,” he said, slightly amused.

“If only you knew,” you mumbled.

He noticed the bag in your hand. “You waiting for Sunghoon?”

“Yeah. If only he could hurry up a little bit. I’ve got stuff to do.”

There was something about Jay that made it impossible to lie to him. Maybe it was the fact that you had known each other for so long, way before you’d turned into what you were now, that made you feel as though showing a side of you that gets annoyed and impatient and doesn’t smile all the time was okay.

Jay looked at his feet before looking back up at you. You were still staring at the wall but your murderous thoughts had somewhat calmed. “Mind telling me what this whole thing with Sunghoon is about?”

You turned to him and were about to fumble for an answer when someone interrupted you. “What whole thing with me?”

Whew. Saved by Sunghoon. You didn’t like that it was thanks to him that you could get out of answering Jay, but at least you didn’t have to come up with yet another stupid excuse.

Jay turned his attention to his friend and stood up straighter. “You know, making her get you lunch or hold your bag all day. There’s dozens of girls who’d be more than happy to do that for you, so why Y/N? She doesn’t have time for this stuff.”

You looked at Jay with surprise. Sure, you were friends, but you hadn’t thought he’d defend you like that in front of Sunghoon.

“Well, Y/N’s just such a nice, reliable person. No one better to ask to do those things.” What a reason, you thought. He turned to you and took the bag from your hands. “Thanks, Y/N. I’ll see you outside in a couple minutes.”

“Huh? What do you mean? I’m leaving,” you said, body already headed towards the other direction.

“What? You can’t leave before practice has even started. Go to the benches outside, we’ll be out in a few.”

You were about to open your mouth to protest, but he cut you off. “You don’t want to?” He started pulling out his phone. “That’s funny, because there’s a pict-”

“I’ll be on the benches! See you soon!” you quickly said, pushing the two boys inside the locker room, Sunghoon smirking, Jay looking at you in utter confusion.

Girls sat in a few different groups in the bleachers. You recognized the girls in one of those groups, so you decided to sit with them. As you approached, they quickly looked at each other and then back at you, expressions half-friendly, half-what-the-hell-are-you-doing-here. 

“Hi guys! Mind if I join?”

“Hi Y/N! No, of course not, come sit,” Jake’s girlfriend, Yujin, said. 

“Are you guys here to watch practice?”

“Yeah! I’m here on girlfriend duties for Jake. These two are just here for the eye candy and to keep me company,” Yujin explained.

“Yeah, but mostly for the eye candy,” added her friend Wonyoung. 

“What about you, Y/N? I’ve never seen you here,” asked the last girl, Gaeul.

“Oh, um, Sunghoon asked me to come, actually.” You regretted your words as soon as you’d let them out. They all ooh-ed at your response, making you blush, which just egged them on. This was nothing to blush about, Y/N. You’d just made the rumors get a hundred times worse with one sentence.

“The whole school’s been talking about you two, you know. Anything you wanna share? Don’t worry, we can keep a secret,” said Wonyoung with a wink. You chuckled awkwardly.

“Oh my gosh, yes, tell us!”

“Guys, don’t make her uncomfortable,” Yujin chimed in, smiling at you. You returned her smile, grateful, once again, that you didn’t have to explain your new link to Sunghoon. “Look, practice is starting.”

You turned your head towards the field as the soccer players started doing laps as per the coach’s instructions. Your eyes immediately drifted towards Sunghoon without you even realizing it. His lean figure hypnotized you. The last time you had had PE with him was in freshman year, and puberty had hit him like a fine, fine truck. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him as he lightly jogged next to his friends, chatting like it was nothing. You weren’t being very subtle with your stare and he eventually noticed you, sending a wink your way. This made you snap out of your reverie and you scowled at him, as if he could make out your annoyed expression from such a distance. You turned back to the girls, who were giggling at you.

“Wow, those were some serious heart eyes you were giving him, Y/N,” Gaeul giggled.

You opened your mouth in mild shock. “Was not!”

“Sure, whatever you say,” she replied knowingly. “Well, look all you want. Warm-up is the best part. It gets boring when they actually start playing.”

“No way! Watching them play is my favorite part,” Yujin disagreed.

“Yeah, that’s cause you’ve got someone to root for,” retorted Wonyoung. She looked at you slyly. “Well, I guess Y/N does, too.”

You scoffed. “Believe me, I will not be rooting for him.”

You started staring at him again, this time with a glare in your eyes. From their silence, you deduced the girls must’ve judged it a better idea to not question you too much. After the boys were done with running exercises and stretching (which you had enjoyed watching a bit too much, if you spoke truthfully), they started playing. The coach split the boys into two teams, Jay leading one and Sunghoon the other. It was a very close game. You could never tell who was leading, although that might have been due to your extensive lack of knowledge in the sport. All you knew was that you desperately wanted to see Sunghoon lose; that might put him down a peg. What you told yourself, however, was that you wanted Jay to win. So when he scored a goal, you surprised the girls next to you, the boys on the field and yourself as you jumped up and down, cheering for him. Realizing what you were doing, you quickly sat down and sent him an awkward thumbs up.

Jay tried to hide it, but he was blushing. Hard. Truth be told, he had noticed your little eye contact moment with Sunghoon during warm-up and hadn’t particularly enjoyed it. So seeing you cheer for him like that made him swell with pride, which only grew when Sunghoon scored and you barely reacted. 

When the game was over, you thought you might be able to finally go home and start studying. But Sunghoon had other plans for you, as always these past couple days. Heading towards the showers, he motioned for you to come down from the benches. As you did, Jay walked past, and you smiled at each other.

“Good game.”

“Thanks, Y/N.” He continued walking as Sunghoon reached you.

“What about me? I scored a goal, too.”

“Oh, did you? Didn’t even notice," you said, looking at your nails. The polish was starting to chip - you’d need to reapply a layer tonight.

“Whatever. Wait for me, yeah?”

“What? No! I gotta go home!” But your protests were in vain, as he completely ignored you. 

You waited outside the school with Yujin, Wonyoung and Gaeul. After a little while, Jake, Jay and Sunghoon joined you guys, having successfully showered and not smelling of sweat and dirt, thank God. Yujin was dropping her boyfriend and her friends off, so they bid their goodbyes and headed towards her car. Sunghoon and Jay also started to walk towards the parking lot, leaving you standing alone, not sure what to do. Sunghoon turned around and looked at you with a frown.

“What are you doing?”

“I don’t know, what are you doing?”

“I’m dropping you and Jay off.”

“Oh,” you mumbled, taken aback. “Didn’t know I was just supposed to guess that.”

As soon as Sunghoon started to drive, you noticed the awkward air between the three of you. Luckily, after years of being a people-pleaser, you had become somewhat of an expert in making small talk, which helped prevent a silent ride. You don’t think you could’ve gone through that without a mental breakdown.

Because you and Sunghoon lived closer to each other (and we all know the consequences of that), Jay was dropped off before you. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow at school,” he said before giving you a last glance.

“Bye, Jay.”

“See you, bro.”

Thankfully, you only lived a couple minutes by car from Jay’s and hoped the rest of the car ride would be peaceful. Which was really stupid of you to hope for, because you were in the car with Park Sunghoon.

“So, Park Jongseong, huh?” he said, eyes trained on the road in front of him. Even though he was trying to keep his tone light, you thought you detected a slight harshness to his gaze.

“What about him?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

“There’s nothing to say. We’ve just been friends for a long time.”

It was silent for about five seconds. “You really feasted your eyes during warm-up, huh?”

“Shut up, Park.”

“No, it’s alright, I get it. I’d do the same.” He laughed at his own joke that wasn’t really a joke. Why was he laughing, anyway? 

You looked at him. His face was so different from all those times you’d seen it at school. His eyes, rid of the harshness you’d seen earlier, crinkled at the edges and had an amused glint in them. His smile dug pretty dimples into his cheeks and you let your gaze linger long enough to notice he had sharp, vampire-like canines, which were surprisingly cute. You didn’t know why he was showing you a side of him he never showed anyone, except for his close friends, you assumed. You weren’t sure what overcame you, but you chuckled with him. 

“So, do you already know what task you’re gonna give me tomorrow?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“Hmm, haven’t really thought about it yet. I’d rather keep it a surprise, anyway. Keep you on your toes.”

“Pfft. What a great surprise.” He laughed again, and you couldn’t help but join him. He was unusually giddy that day, but you didn’t want to complain. This was a thousand times better than the arrogant Sunghoon with his I’m-better-than-all-of-you facade. What you didn’t know was that he, too, liked your snarky, no-nonsense side infinitely more than the model student, pretty girl persona you had created for yourself.

Finally at your house, you got out of the car and headed to your house after waving goodbye to Sunghoon. He rolled his window down and leaned out of it.

“Y/N?”

You turned around. “Yeah?”

“About your task tomorrow…”

“…Yeah?”

“I’m sure you’ll love it.” He gave you an umpteenth wink, rolled his window back up and drove off.

You weren’t so awful to your parents and siblings that evening.

—

The next day at school, you were wondering why Sunghoon had said you would love your task. Because you were, in fact, quite loathing it. He had found you studying during your free period after lunch and dragged you to the part of the library where it was okay to talk a bit over whisper level. You were currently going over a scene in The Tempest which you had seen in AP English Lit last year and clearly had no time for. But obviously, that wasn’t a problem to Sunghoon, who just wanted to get a passing grade on his English essay without putting in too much effort. 

After twenty minutes of going over the same five lines, you were about to give up. “Look, Sunghoon, I don’t mind helping you. I’ve tutored dozens of students before so I’m used to it. But you’re not making any effort! If you want to get it, you need to at least try.”

“But it’s so boring,” he whined, not unlike a child. “How am I supposed to find any meaning in this? It’s just stupid people doing stupid stuff on a stupid island.” You cringed at his words and hoped Shakespeare wasn’t listening in on this conversation. 

“It’s not stupid. It’s about power, and being punished for chasing it, and it’s a metaphor fo-”

“Ugh!” he groaned loudly. “You know what, I don’t care enough about this. Just write the essay for me, okay?” He got up and left, again not waiting for your answer. You wanted to protest, but you know what would happen if you said no to any of his requests, so you just quickly got to work.

Everyday over the next couple of weeks, Sunghoon would find something for you to do. Most days, he’d just get you to buy him lunch (although he thankfully had started paying you back) or carry his stuff around like the first two times. He didn’t ask you again to tutor him, however, so you had gotten used to sitting in an empty class together after class, you doing his homework for him and attempting (and failing) to explain it to him, and him alternating between playing on his phone and looking at you. Although it’d flustered you at first, not used to having someone stare at you while you were trying to concentrate, you’d grown somewhat okay with it - all of your complaints were ignored anyway. One time, he even got you to work on his science project with him, a weirdly-shaped volcano he needed to paint and decorate before actually putting the chemicals in. You’d be lying if you said it hadn’t been fun painting it together, occasionally ‘accidentally’ getting paint on the other’s hand or cheek instead of the volcano. 

You went to see him at practice two to three times a week, although you weren’t sure what use that had for him. If anything, you were probably the one who enjoyed yourself more. Perhaps, after being forced to spend so much time with him, you had started to soften up to him. And, perhaps, that made you appreciate his good looks even more. You couldn’t deny the effect his damp hair, stuck to his forehead with sweat, had on you. 

The rumors hadn’t died down, but people had started getting used to seeing the two of you together around, so they didn’t ogle their eyes at you everytime you and Sunghoon had some kind of interaction. Not liking that you couldn’t control people’s opinion of you anymore, you were still a bit bothered by them, but Sunghoon’s little posse of fangirls didn’t seem to be. They’d been the one to question you the most, and you got a few nasty looks in the hallway, but the gossip around school hadn’t stopped them from keeping on following him around, harassing him from morning to afternoon by going to his homeroom at breaks, sitting at a table near him at lunch, and going to see him at practice. Their group had dwindled down, though; most likely, some of them thought you two might be dating and had finally realized they didn’t stand a chance with the one and only Park Sunghoon. Thank God you had your friends and now sometimes Yujin, Wonyoung and Gaeul around you during those times, otherwise, you’d probably have been jumped. Spending so much time with him had kept you a couple times from your friends, which they’d complained about, but sensing that they couldn’t do much about it, they let you be, even though they hadn’t gotten a satisfactory explanation yet.

One person who didn’t want to, or rather couldn’t let it go, though, was Jay. He still couldn’t figure out why you’d started spending so much time with Sunghoon, seemingly overnight, and it created an unpleasant, sour pit in his stomach. Out of all the people you could’ve decided to form a new friendship with, why’d it have to be his best friend, meaning he saw you more often now than before, but not because he was the one you had come to see? Why did you never get him banana milk for lunch, and why’d you only start coming to soccer practice because Sunghoon had asked you to? He’d tried to ask both of you about it, but you always gave him half-assed excuses that didn’t make much sense. 

He realized what he was feeling was jealousy the day you came into their homeroom before the first bell rang and asked Sunghoon how his science project had gone. You’d never asked him how his science project, or any of his projects or tests, for that matter, had gone. He recognized it as the same feeling he had harbored when he had come back from the US in middle school and saw you dating Choi Soobin, or when Lee Heeseung had joined your tight-knit group of friends in freshman year. You and Soobin had only dated for three weeks and a half because you had a relationship-terminating argument over mint chocolate ice cream, and you and Heeseung had never become more than friends, nor had the intention to. But Jay didn’t care about that; all he saw was that there were boys around you that weren’t him. He had never acted upon those feelings, dismissing them as over-protectiveness for someone he had known since forever, but seeing Sunghoon and you laughing together hit too close to home. He couldn’t ignore how he felt because he was reminded of it everyday, but he didn’t know what to do with these newfound emotions.

And what’s the best thing to do whenever you don’t know what to do? Talk to your friends. Or well, in this case, your friend. He didn’t wanna talk about you to Sunghoon. He was a firm believer of bro code, but he didn’t wanna bottle up his feelings like he had all these years. So he went to Jake and told him everything, from your childhood friendship to Soobin, Heeseung and now Sunghoon.

“I know it’s stupid. It’s this whole cliché of, you only realize what you have when you lose it.”

“Well, you haven’t really lost Y/N, you know. It’s not like Sunghoon and her are dating.”

“I guess not, but he clearly likes her. It’d be a dick move to go after her now that they’ve got something going on.”

Jake hesitated for a second, debating whether he should say what he was thinking, but ultimately deciding it might be better to do it. “You know, I’m not sure that he does. You know what Sunghoon’s like. He’s never very honest about his intentions. I don’t wanna bring the subject up with him, cause I don’t wanna cause any drama, but it’s so suspicious to me that he’s suddenly spending time with Y/N when he’s never mentioned her all those years and when he rejects all these girls all the time.”

“I think it’s weird, too,” agreed Jay. “I just can’t seem to figure it out. And I’m a bit scared for Y/N, to be honest. Remember that girl in freshman year? They’d gotten along really well when he suddenly dropped her. I still remember his cold-ass stare when he turned her down. It even chilled me, man.”

“God, yeah, I always forget about that. He may be a jackass to all those girls, but when you know what he’s really like like we do, it seems so unlikely that he’d do something like that.”

Jay sighed and looked out into the distance. “I just hope he doesn’t hurt Y/N.”

Jake looked at his friend, thinking how to phrase his next sentence. “Like I said, I don’t wanna cause any drama… but, man, if you don’t want him to hurt Y/N, just don’t let him. If you make a move on her, you might get to her before he does. Better to do that now than to have to pick up the pieces, don’t you think?”

Jay mentally thanked the heavens for gifting him with a friend like Sim Jaeyun. “Yes, that is much, much better.”

He was going to stop sitting on his feelings and finally let them see the light.

—

But before that, Sunghoon had another one of his requests for you. You were sitting together in an empty classroom after school as you often did these past weeks. For you, today was an ordinary day, but the boy in front of you had something else in mind. He wasn’t saying anything but you could feel his nervousness and it was starting to make you feel anxious as well.

You lifted your head from your notes and looked at Sunghoon who seemed lost in his thoughts. “What is it, Sunghoon?”

This made him snap out of his reverie. “Um, nothing.”

“Well, seeing how you’ve been tapping your foot at the speed of lightning ever since we got here, it doesn’t seem like nothing.” You crossed your arms over the table and looked at him more intently, eyes asking him to tell you what was on his mind.

He sighed, giving in. “I was just thinking… there’s something I wanna tell you.”

“Go on. “

“I need you to date me.”

Your breath caught in your throat. Park Sunghoon… needed you… to date him? Was he asking you out? The way he’d worded it was a bit odd, but you didn’t put it past him.

Taking in your silence and wide eyes, he quickly added: “Not in that way! I, um, need you to be my fake girlfriend.”

Oh.

So he wasn’t asking you out. You weren’t sure why that made you so upset, but you tried to keep the disappointment out of your eyes and voice.

“Right,” you said, tone a bit harsher than you’d meant it to, “and why would I do that?”

Sunghoon smirked lightly. “Well, first of all, you don’t have much of a choice.” You rolled your eyes at that. It’d been a few days since the reason why you had started hanging out in the first place had come up, and you didn’t like to be reminded of that god-forsaken picture. 

“And second of all… I guess I should be completely honest with you.” This piqued your interest, and you leaned back on your chair to listen to him. 

“When I saw you at the store and took pictures of you, I wasn’t really thinking of doing anything. Maybe just get a laugh or two and tease you about it. I even told you outside the store that I didn’t know what I was gonna do. To be honest, I didn’t really think there was anything you could do for me that I’d need to force you to do. So I thought about it all night. And I asked myself, what’s the thing that pisses me off the most at school that you could change?” he looked at you expectantly, as if you could figure it out. You just shrugged.

“It’s those girls that keep following me around. All these years, I’ve acted like a giant asshole with them and still they think they have a crush on me or whatever. And I’ve never liked any of them, they’re all so superficial and ask me out without having ever talked to me before. So I thought, hey, maybe if I have a girlfriend, they’ll leave me alone. Which is why I made you do all those things for me.”

“So that they’d think we were dating?” you asked, trying to take all this information in. You’d sort of known it this entire time, but Sunghoon blatantly admitting he’d been using you hurt nonetheless.

“Yeah. But obviously, you always denied the rumors, so it hasn’t worked as well as I thought it would. It still did a bit though. So I think, if we take it the next step, and actually pretend we’re dating, it should really work. But I need your full cooperation on this, okay?” He looked at you, hopeful eyes and hands in prayer.

You sighed. As he said, it wasn’t like you had much of a choice.

“Please, Y/N? I really want them off my back.”

“Fine, Park, I’ll do it. But this better be the last thing you make me do.” You couldn’t help but sound cold. This made you rethink these past few weeks’ events. Were you the only one actually enjoying spending time together?

“Thanks, Y/N. And yeah, of course. You won’t have to carry my bag or get my lunch anymore if you want. Maybe it’ll be more believable if I do that for you.”

You had focused your attention back to your homework, wanting this conversation to be over as soon as possible.

“I’ll also pick you up in the morning, so you don’t need to take the bus.”

You hummed in response.

“Um, and I’ll also drop you off after school and after practice…” Sunghoon trailed, troubled by your silence. You hadn’t been so cold since the first couple times you two had talked, and he hated the idea that that might be because of what he had just said. So he took a chance.

“You know, Y/N, this doesn’t change anything. I wouldn’t have made you do all those things if I didn’t like spending time with you. You’re really nice to be around,” he admitted shyly.

You were far too flustered to lift your head and let him see your face. You just grinned and murmured, “Whatever, Park.”

—

Sunghoon kept his promise and picked you up in the morning. He called you at exactly 7:55 a.m., saying he was waiting outside and you rushed out of your house, piece of toast still in your mouth. In the car, you two went over what being in a fake relationship would involve.

“We just need to be seen around together, right?” you proposed, hoping your lack of experience wasn’t showing.

Thankfully, Sunghoon had no idea what being in a relationship, fake or not, entailed either. “Yeah, I think. And maybe…” he hesitated. 

“Maybe?” you prodded, hoping he wouldn’t (or actually would, but you’d never admit it) say what you thought he was about to say.

“I don’t know, like, hold hands, and… kiss.” The last part had barely been audible, but you’d still heard it.

“Kiss?” you echoed, voice almost a shriek. “I don’t think we need to go that far, Sunghoon.” A little voice in your head was saying that you’d really like to go that far but you made it shut up.

He was blushing profusely but didn’t want to drop the subject there. “At least on the cheek, or something. We do have to make it believable.”

And there it was. The little sentence, reminding you none of this was real. Seemed like that was a pattern in your life.

You looked out the window. Sunghoon glanced over at you, cursing himself for always saying the wrong thing. He was trying so hard to drown his blooming feelings for you that he kept on hurting you in the process. This whole fake-dating plan was the perfect excuse for him to spend more time with you without having to come to terms with his feelings. 

“C’mon, Y/N, it’ll be fun. Promise.” He nudged your arm playfully, making you look at him. His smile was contagious; you could never help yourself but start grinning when you saw his face light up like that. Maybe he’s right, you thought. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.

When you arrived at school, Sunghoon told you to wait for a second. He got out of the car and quickly walked around to your side, opening the door for you. You hated how your heart fluttered at the sweet gesture, reminding yourself it was just for show. The important part was that it fooled everyone else, and it did - as you took Sunghoon’s hand, letting him help you out of the car, and walked with him hand in hand towards the school gates, you could feel all eyes on you. You could hear whispers of see, I told you they were dating! and defeated no ways. 

You realized you didn’t care about what anybody might be seeing, which was a first for you. You’d always made sure everybody saw you exactly the way you wanted to see them. As he was the most popular guy in school, dating Park Sunghoon at once helped your reputation and put you on many girls’ bad side. But holding his hand, you felt as though there was some kind of barrier protecting you. You’d never felt so exposed and so safe at the same time.

You noticed Jay standing next to the gates, looking particularly antsy. He’d texted you that morning, saying there was something he wanted to tell you. Usually, you’d have stayed up, overthinking what that could be, but what with today being the day you’d announce yourself to the world (your school) as Park Sunghoon’s (fake) girlfriend, you had had other things to worry about. You gestured at Sunghoon towards Jay. Your friend only saw you when you were calling his name, standing right in front of him.

“Oh, hi, Y/N! I-” 

He immediately cut himself off when he saw yours and Sunghoon’s interlaced fingers. Embarrassed, you took your hand out of your fake boyfriend’s, opting for holding onto his pinky instead, not realizing that it was a much cuter action that made one boy’s heart flutter and the other’s fill up with sadness.

“There was something you wanted to tell me?” you asked with a small smile.

“Uh- yeah, but it’s not important, actually. We can talk about it later.”

“Oh, you sure?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.” He returned your smile, hoping to make the situation less awkward. It was very obvious he didn’t want to say whatever it was he needed to tell you in front of Sunghoon, which you had both understood.

Sunghoon spoke up. “Right, well I’ll see you in class, Jay. Y/N, I’ll walk you to yours.” And with that, he started walking, holding his friend’s gaze for a few steps. You turned back to look at Jay for a split second, trying to decipher what had just happened, but Sunghoon grabbed you by the waist, making you look up at him in surprise, and breaking Jay’s heart even further.

—

Once Sunghoon and you got to your class, you felt as though you were in one of those movies where the boy drops the girl off at her house after their first date. Except that this was in a crowded school hallway two minutes before the first bell rang. What you had in common with that girl from the movie, however, was that you were freaking out over what your boy was going to do next. In the car, you’d ended up agreeing to a kiss on the cheek, but you hadn’t realized it would be happening so soon.

As you two hovered around your classroom’s door, you looked at each other and giggled. Damn, you were selling this well. So well that if you could have ascended out of your body and looked at the scene as a third party, you’d probably have barfed all over yourself. 

You were still holding his pinky. You could tell he was too hesitant to do anything now that you had reached the classroom, and so you mustered all of your courage, stood on your tippy toes and softly pressed your lips to his cheeks. (You were pretty sure you’d heard gasps around you.) Your courage went as fast as it came, and as realization hit you, you quickly squeaked “bye, Sunghoon” and practically ran to your seat. The boy stood there for another second or two, hand going to his cheek where you had just kissed him. He walked happily to his own classroom, completely oblivious to the stares he was receiving.

Heeseung, Jiung and Sieun were looking at you in disbelief as you approached them. Sumin, on the other hand, looked like she had paid no attention whatsoever to the scene.

“Y/N,” Sieun teased in a sing-song voice. “Care to explain what just happened?”

“Don’t tell me you’ve actually managed to make the oh-so-great Park Sunghoon fall for you?” Jiung asked jokingly. 

You looked down in an attempt to hide your grin. You usually did that sort of stuff to appear humble when someone complimented you, but this time it was completely genuine. The mere thought of Sunghoon made you all giddy inside. “Um, yeah, he actually asked me to be his girlfriend last night.”

Your three friends gasped dramatically and Sieun pulled you into a hug, as if you’d just received an award of some kind. Heeseung and Jiung patted your shoulders, congratulating you.

“Sumin? Did you know about this?” Sieun enquired, turning to your friend.

“What? Oh, yeah, Y/N called me last night,” she answered, briefly looking at you before turning back to her phone. Sieun looked at you, surprised, not understanding Sumin’s reaction to what seemed like happy news.

You had indeed called Sumin the previous night, and the call had gone similarly to the way she was behaving this morning. Although you usually told her everything, this time, you didn’t want to share the fact that you and Sunghoon were only fake dating. You found yourself actually wanting it to be true - and you thought it’d be easier to believe it yourself if everyone, including your best friend, did too.

“Minie! I’ve got some news,” you’d said as soon as she picked out.

“Ooh! Hit me,” she’d replied with as much excitement in her voice as you.

“So…” you’d started, already giggling. “Sunghoon’s just asked me out. I haven’t told anyone else, I wanted you to be the first to know.”

There was silence on the other end of the line. After a while, you added, “Minie, you still there?”

“Huh? Yeah, um, that’s nice, Y/N, I’m happy for you,” she said, not sounding happy at all. There was no trace of excitement left in her voice.

“Yeah, thanks,” you replied, voice ten times smaller than a minute ago.

“I’m sorry Y/N, but I’ve got to go, my parents are calling me. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She hung up suddenly, giving you no time to say bye in return. You were completely confused. Was Sumin bothered by you and Sunghoon dating? Other than a reminder about his past behavior, she hadn’t said anything when you two were getting closer. So what was wrong? You’d hoped you’d find out the next day at school, but the way she was acting didn’t help at all.

You snapped out of your flashback when Heeseung nudged you, faking a pout. “Not fair! Why did she get to know before we did?”

You forced a smile and said you’d known you’d see them the next day and thought it was better to tell them in person, and that you had just wanted to rant to someone quickly. Your teacher came in as the bell rang and everyone went to their seat. During class, you tried getting her attention so you could ask her if she was okay but she kept her attention on the teacher the whole time. 

After that, as time went by, you kept up your charade of being the perfect student as usual, adding to that of being the perfect girlfriend to Sunghoon. Time with him passed by so quickly: you hadn’t realized you were more than halfway through the semester until you needed to wear a thicker jacket outside and the leaves had started falling, covering school grounds in shades of brown. The plan had worked: he was finally left alone by his admirers. Sumin had stopped being weird after a few days, saying she had had some problems with her parents but hadn’t gone into more detail. Everything was as great as it had ever been: good grades, good friends and a good boyfriend. Well, fake boyfriend, which you needed to remind yourself a bit too often, on the days Sunghoon didn’t do it himself. You felt a pinch in your heart every time he said something like, “there’s my fake girlfriend!” when it was just the two of you, or “great job today, Y/N” after dropping you off.

One day as you arrived home, Yeeun was waiting outside your house, trying to catch you red-handed. She dragged him inside by the arm and you panicked, not wanting him to see how you lived. But your messy room and invasive siblings didn’t scare him off at all; on the contrary, he smiled one of the biggest smiles you’d ever seen on him, canines and dimples on display. Your mom made him stay over for dinner and it was probably the happiest dinner you’d ever had. The idea of bringing someone home and having them see your habits and odd family dynamics had terrified you for the longest time, but you felt so comfortable around Sunghoon that it felt as if he was part of your home as soon as he’d stepped foot inside. You didn’t feel the need to hide anything from him.

After dinner, he helped your parents clear up the table and even washed the dishes, even though they kept insisting he didn’t have to do anything. He had completely won them over. They sat at the table and watched you two laugh together in the kitchen. They looked at each other, knowing they were thinking the exact same thing: their daughter hadn’t looked this happy in a while.

When you were done cleaning up, you two headed to your room under the pretense of needing to study. 

“Alright, but keep the door open!” your mom had yelled after you, making you groan and Sunghoon’s face turn crimson red.

You really had planned on studying - there was a big test coming up and you couldn’t afford to get a bad grade. When you got your physics textbook out, Sunghoon groaned in protest.

“What? You seriously want to study right now?”

You sighed. “I don’t necessarily want to, no, but I need to. And so do you, may I add.”

“We’re not even in the same physics class!”

“Yeah, but we both have Mr. Cho, so I know you’re gonna have a test as well.”

He rolled his eyes and dramatically flung himself on your bed. “Fine.”

When he didn’t move for a few minutes, you guessed what he had meant was that he’d let you study but wasn’t going to do it himself. But after ten minutes, he suddenly got up. “I’m bored to death, Y/N. The test isn’t in another week. Show me what you do for fun,” he said, on the verge of desperation. It had only been ten minutes, but you felt bad having him over and not entertaining him.

“Well, I do have a Switch…” Sunghoon’s eyes widened in awe. “I guess we can play Mario Kart.”

He almost squealed in joy at that. You just chuckled at him, not knowing he was such a fan of car video games. 

“I’m gonna crush you, Kim. Get ready,” he said, already looking victorious.

You smirked, not wanting him to get his hopes up. “Oh, it’s on, Park.”

As expected of a pro player like you (on non-schooldays, you could stay up all night playing this game), you won every single round. Sure, he gave you a run for your money, but you always came on top. He took it surprisingly well, congratulating you each time. After your fourth win in a row, you wiggled your face in front of his with a devilish smile, as you couldn’t help but torment him a little. But he wasn’t smiling. At first, you’d thought he was finally getting mad he kept on losing; but then the proximity between you two hit you. You noticed his eyes flicker momentarily to your lips and had backed off immediately.

“Um, if we go for another round, I’ll go easy on-”

He cut you off by putting his hand on your cheek, making you turn to look at him. You’d daydreamed about this moment before, but you hadn’t imagined your heart beating this fast or the butterflies eating away at your stomach. He was now fully staring at your lips, and you couldn’t look at anything else but his either. Too scared to move an inch, you felt him get closer and closer, so close that his lips were almost on-

“Y/N, mom says it’s late and Sunghoon needs to- AH!”

Sunoo had walked in, eyes riveted on his phone until he looked up and saw you and Sunghoon suspiciously close to each other. Sunghoon practically leaped off of your bed in surprise and you flung a pillow over your face, not believing you had almost kissed Park Sunghoon but that your stupid little brother had ruined everything.

“Sorry! I’m sorry!” the culprit squeaked before running away. You and Sunghoon looked at each other. It was awkward for two seconds, then you both erupted in laughter. 

“Alright, guess I should get going then. Um, thank you so much for tonight. I haven’t had a family dinner in a while, and… Well, it was really nice,” he admitted shyly after you’d calmed down.

“Of course, Sunghoon. I’m sure my parents would love to have you over any time.”

You walked him to your front door, where you exchanged goodbyes and I’ll see you tomorrows. You watched him take a few steps, then turn back and jog towards you. He stood in front of you for a second, then leaned down and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Bye, Y/N.”

You were too stunned to say it back.

—

After the almost-kiss, it felt as though something had changed between you and Sunghoon. The event had somewhat revealed your feelings: you both knew you wanted to kiss each other. But since those feelings hadn’t been acted upon, the transition from fake-dating to real dating couldn’t happen as smoothly. Well, it could, if you two stopped acting like idiots and told each other how you felt. But the author wanted to get a couple more thousand words in, so it had to wait.

You’d gotten used to Sunghoon’s little requests at school, but you definitely hadn’t anticipated a phone call at past 11pm on a Wednesday night. 

“Sunghoon? Why are you calling me so late?” you asked, groggy voice because of sleep. Since you woke up so early to get ready in the morning, you always went to bed around 9:30 to 10 p.m. Sunghoon was making you lose precious minutes of slumber.

“Late? It’s barely midnight, Y/N.” You groaned. “Whatever, put on some clothes and come outside! I’m waiting for you.”

“You’re what?” you whisper-screamed, suddenly feeling very awake.

“I’m waiting for you! Hurry up!” 

As always, he hung up without waiting for your reply. You couldn’t really turn him down anyway; although you were somewhat obligated, you had stopped seeing it that way and started doing things for him out of your own volition. 

Not wanting to get out of your pajamas, you just threw on a warm sweater, a scarf, some socks, and headed down the hallway on your tiptoes. Your parents weren’t the strictest out there, but you still didn’t wanna get caught sneaking out, and with a boy, at that. After putting on your shoes, you left your house, closing the door behind you as quietly as you could.

The late October night was a bit chilly, but you had wrapped up warm enough. Sunghoon was indeed waiting for you outside, wearing a denim jacket over his gray sweatshirt and matching sweatpants. 

God, he looked good.

“Finally! Took you long enough.”

“Quit it, Sunghoon. Just tell me why you wanted to see me.”

“There’s a place I wanna show you. Come on,” he said, taking you by the hand. You felt tingles in your palm and fingers wherever his hand touched yours. How could something feel so natural yet make your heart race so at the same time?

“Are we walking there?” you asked.

“Yep, it’s not too far. We’ll be there in five minutes.”

Those five minutes felt like five seconds walking with Sunghoon. You chatted and joked around the whole way, not letting go of each other’s hand. You hadn’t even noticed you had reached your destination until he stopped walking.

“Here we are,” he said, facing the building, which made you turn in the direction he was looking.

“The ice rink? What are we doing here?” you asked, confused. It was 11:30 pm; surely, the rink would be closed.

“You’ll see!” he said, heading towards the entrance. To your surprise, he pulled out a key from his pockets and opened the doors.

“What? Sunghoon! How do you have a key to the ice rink?”

“I’m chummy with the janitor. I just need to let him know when I’ll be coming and he doesn’t tell anyone,” he replied, an easy smile on his face, as if this was the most normal thing in the world. He led you first to the shoe rack, helping you find skates your size, and then to the benches next to the rink’s entrance. He knelt in front of you and helped you put on your shoes, doing the laces for you. 

He looked up at you, a glint in his eyes. “I’ve never taken anyone here, Y/N. I know your secret, so I thought I’d show you mine.”

You didn’t know what to say, surprised at the sudden confession, so you just looked at him curiously as he took ice skates from his backpack and laced them up.

He stood up, turned to you and said, “Ready?”

You followed him to the doors leading to the ice. He stepped inside without a trace of hesitation, but you were much more doubtful about your ability to stand on the ice without falling instantly. He turned around and saw you looking helpless. He took your hand in his, helping you step onto the rink. 

“Don’t worry, Y/N. As long as I’ve got you, you won’t fall.”

“Don’t let go of my hand, then,” you said pointedly.

Too focused on not slipping, you didn’t see his smile. “I wasn’t planning to.”

He helped you get your footing, skating backwards in front of you and holding both of your hands. After a few minutes on the ice, you got brave enough to skate on your own, and you miraculously managed to stay on your feet. However, after a while, your bravery turned to hubris, and you dared attempt a spin, resulting in you miserably falling on the ice, butt first. Sunghoon was worried for a second until he saw you laughing uncontrollably. You looked at him, wide-eyed, and said, “This is so much fun, Hoon.” You were so exhilarated that you hadn’t noticed the nickname slipping from your lips but the boy’s cheeks and ears turned redder than the bruise you had surely just earned yourself. Thankfully, if you commented on it, he could just blame it on the cold. 

He helped you up, and you skated on as if nothing had happened. This went on for another thirty minutes, you skating hand in hand and occasionally falling together (but most of the time, just you falling on your own). Sunghoon had been so nervous before bringing you here; he was scared you’d think his hobby was unmanly or lame, as he’d been made to feel. But seeing you have the time of your life, all his worries dissipated. This place was like a second home to him, and bringing someone into your home was always nerve-wracking, but he thought you fit perfectly in it. 

When you told him you were getting tired and wanted to sit for a while, you skated back together to the benches and he gave you some water from his bag. You sat in silence for a while, waiting for your breathing to come back to a normal pace. 

You broke the silence first. “So, why’d you take me here? Not that I’m complaining.”

He hesitated a second before speaking. "I used to come here all the time as a kid.” He didn’t look at you when he answered, keeping his gaze on his hands. “My mom would take me. She left us for another man the summer before middle school started. She left me alone with my asshole father.”

You let out a small gasp, not expecting such a confession. You placed your hand on his back for comfort and said, “I’m sorry, Sunghoon.”

He quickly glanced at you, a half-smile on his face. “Don’t be. Anyways, he had to somewhat start taking care of me now that my mom wasn’t there to do it.” He chuckled darkly. “I guess his idea of taking care of his son was forbidding him from doing the one thing he loved. He thought it was a stupid sport for a boy. He stopped all of my lessons and made me sign up for soccer, even though I hadn’t ever said I wanted to do that. I still came here from time to time, but I didn’t wanna risk getting caught. God knows what he’d have done if he saw me here.”

You weren’t sure what to say. You felt as if no words would be enough to express how his story made you feel. “I- it’s awful, what he did to you. No parent should ever make their child feel as though their passion isn’t worth it. If it’s any comfort, even though you were mostly helping me, I thought you looked ten times better on that rink than scoring any goal. And that’s saying something.”

He finally looked at you and grinned. “Thanks, Y/N.” He seemed to be thinking for a few seconds, and then continued: “I’ve had a lot of time to think about it, and I think that’s why it’s hard for me to open up to people and make lots of friends. I only trust Jake because I’ve known him forever and I can’t really get rid of him now,” he said with a chuckle, “and Jay, well, Jake took to him instantly in middle school so I guess I didn’t have a choice there either, and he’s not so bad anyway. The more people I let in, the more likely I am to get hurt. It’s much easier pretending I don’t wanna have anything to do with anyone than try. 

“I guess it’s also why I talked to you on that day. Sure, I ended up thinking you could help me with all those girls. But at first, when I saw someone like you, who looks like they have it all together, who’s actually the opposite in real life - no offense - it reminded me of myself. And I thought, maybe she’d understand. Which is why it was so easy to be myself around you.”

You took his hand in yours and pressed it slightly. “I’m glad you were.” You didn’t feel the need to say anything else, hoping it was enough.

“Now, your turn. What made you the person you are today?” he asked with a grin, trying to approach lightheartedly this heavy subject, which you appreciated.

“It’s all about making people think you’re someone else, isn’t it? Because, depending on who you are, they’ll treat you differently. I found that out as a kid, because I, too, have a tragic childhood backstory.” He gasped jokingly.

“It’s not as bad as yours, so sorry about that. Back in primary school, I already had this… attitude that I have today. I had quite the ego, and I didn’t want anyone doing better than me at school. I didn’t care about how I looked, if I was the prettiest girl in class or had the cutest shoes. I was the smarty-pants of the class, basically, and a lot of the kids teased me for that. But I also didn’t let myself get trampled over, and fought back, quite aggressively at that, so I was somehow the nerd and the troublemaker at the same time. I didn’t have the best reputation, but I did have a friend. Jay. Or Jongseong, at the time, before he got too cool for his real name,” you joked. “The thing is, I didn’t see him as a friend. Sure, I was only eight or nine, but I really liked him. And the day I was planning on confessing, I saw him hold hands with the prettiest girl in our class. So I never told him, and then he left for the US a few months later.

“During the time he was gone, I had a complete makeover and actually started caring about my appearance, especially when middle school started. So now I had academic validation from teachers, which I had craved since forever, and both female and male validation from all the girls telling me how pretty I was and all the guys liking me. The people who were in my primary school and went to the same middle school told them how I used to be, but nobody believed them, and if they did, they didn’t care, so everybody just gradually forgot about it. And I just got addicted to the validation, which is why I always studied harder and tried to be prettier, even when it turned into a complete lie. I thought that if I could make everyone believe I was perfect, then it didn’t matter what I was like in real life, so at home, I just let myself completely go. And even now that I’m aware of all of this, I still can’t stop.”

Sunghoon looked at you like you had just slapped him. “So, you used to have a crush on Jay?”

You looked at him in exasperation. “Seriously, Hoon? That’s what you get from everything I just told you?”

He smiled shyly. “Sorry. Thank you for telling me.” You sat there in comfortable silence for another few minutes, still hand in hand. Then, Sunghoon got up, grin on his face.

“Wanna see something cool?” You nodded at him, returning his grin. He headed back inside the rink.

You thought he was gonna show off by doing some fancy trick. But he started gliding on the ice, and you couldn’t believe what you were seeing. He took long strides that looked as natural to him as walking. He spinned one, two, three times, and continued skating as though it was nothing. You were completely mesmerized. You already thought he was out-of-this-world beautiful, but his beauty was brought to another level when he skated. His elegant moves rendered you breathless. When he skated back towards you, you were looking at him with only awe and admiration in your eyes. 

After what he’d told you and what he’d just shown you, you couldn't help but get a little emotional. You engulfed him in a hug as soon as he’d stepped out of the rink, your arms around his neck and his naturally coming to your waist. Your hands came up to his cheeks as you leaned back to properly look at him.

“That was- wow. That was amazing, Sunghoon. Thank you for showing me.” You could see the gratefulness in his eyes. There was something else there, and whatever it was, you knew you were looking back at him with as much of it. It was only you two in the building, but it might as well have been the two of you in the whole world. 

All too similarly as in your room, his gaze went from your eyes to your lips, and you couldn’t help but mirror that. This was the perfect moment. You inched your face closer, letting him close the gap between you. Your lips touched and it was as if everything fell into place. The kiss was shy at first, neither of you sure what to do, your mouths moving at a slow but steady pace. But as your hands traveled from his cheeks, to his jaw and down to his neck, and you felt him sigh in the kiss, something unclicked in you, making you want more. You deepened the kiss, and he returned it with just as much force. Your right hand came to grab at the nape of his hair and his hands gripped your waist tighter. After minutes or hours, you broke the kiss in need of some air. Your eyes met again and you smiled at him, relieved it had finally happened. 

You thought he’d have a similar reaction, but he suddenly looked panicked. Realization hit him like a truck. He liked you. Far too much. And even if the kiss and these past weeks told him you might like him back, it scared him. He’d unlocked his heart for you but couldn’t let you keep the key. Otherwise, he’d let you open it more and more and more until there he was completely bare in front of you, and you decided you didn’t like what you’d found and left him. Just like his mom did. Just like everyone eventually does. Just like his dad never even tried.

He took a step back. His panic was rubbing off on you. You called out his name, but he quickly got his bag and said, “Sorry, Y/N, I have to go. I’ll um- I’ll see you.” He took a few steps, turned around, and said, “I think you should take the bus tomorrow morning. Sorry.”

He started walking away. A few steps before he’d be out of your view, he turned back around. He hated the look on your face, how sad, confused and helpless it was all at once. Above all, he hated that he was the reason behind it. But he told himself it was better to leave you now than be left in a few months when you got bored of him, and started walking again without another word.

—

You walked home alone. It was a dark November night, and you were shivering from the cold and from sadness. Try as hard as you might, you couldn’t figure out why Sunghoon had reacted like that. The past month had gone so well, you were only getting closer and more comfortable with each other. The only logical conclusion you could come to was that kissing you had made him realize he didn’t like you. Thankfully, you didn’t live too far from the ice rink and you got home in five minutes. Lost in your thoughts, you couldn’t even be bothered to be quiet closing the front door and walking to your room, and you woke Sunoo up.

At first, he looked like he was about to scold you for making so much noise; but upon seeing your disheveled state, he started worrying. 

“Y/N? What’s wrong, why are you only coming home now? Where were you?”

You couldn’t hold it in any longer. You fell in your brother’s arms and started crying your heart out.

He held you for a little while, but not wanting to wake the others up by staying in the hallway, he said, “Come on, let’s get you in your room. You’re freezing.”

He left for a few minutes and came back with two cups of tea in his hands. He joined you on your bed. You had calmed down a bit and took a sip of the tea, already feeling warmer.

“So, tell me everything.”

And you did. Not just about what had happened at the ice rink, but everything before that: how yours and Sunghoon’s relationship was fake, which you hadn’t even told your siblings, but that it hadn’t kept you from falling for him, and how you really thought he felt the same way. When you got to the part where you told each other about your stories, Sunoo grabbed your arm in surprise, and said, “I can’t believe you told someone about that. Good for you, big sis.”

You sat in silence after a few minutes when you’d finished telling him everything, you, still reflecting on your evening, and him, trying to think of something good to say. He took a deep breath, and started: “You know, this might be completely useless, but I feel like there’s no point trying to figure out why he did that. We’re not mind readers, and assuming things will just go wrong. I think the best thing to do is just ask him tomorrow, or whenever you’re ready to face him, really.”

You looked at your brother fondly. “How can you be so stupid sometimes, yet so wise right now?”

Sunoo and you talked for another minute, but when you yawned for a good seven straight seconds, you both agreed it was time for bed. Before you fell asleep, you told yourself that tomorrow morning, you’d find Sunghoon and make him be clear with you. You at least deserved that.

—

Heeseung and Sumin were clearly surprised to see you the next morning in the bus, but you told them you didn’t want to talk about it and they didn’t push, although it very obviously had something to do with Sunghoon. As you rode the bus and psyched yourself for your conversation with him, you had no idea he was currently in the midst of a heated argument with Jay. The latter pushed him with force, making Sunghoon’s back hit the classroom wall behind him.

“What the fuck did you just say about Y/N?” Jay asked, venom in his voice and fury in his eyes.

Despite the pain, Sunghoon smirked, wanting to rile up his friend even more. “I said, Y/N’s just as stupid as all the other girls. She probably thinks she’s so much better than everybody, but in the end it was so easy making her fall for me. It was almost boring, really, how easy she was.”

Jay pushed him again. “Don’t fucking talk about her like that.”

“Aw, little Jay is getting upset over his little Y/N? You sad that the girl you like actually likes an asshole like me?”

Jay hadn’t had many reasons to get angry in his life. This was making him discover another side of himself; he didn’t know he could get this angry. He didn’t know rage could fill up his veins like that and make him want to destroy absolutely everything around him, but above all, the person in front of him who’d he considered a friend all these years. On the verge of losing control, he reared up his fist, before Sunghoon said:

“You know what’s even sadder? She used to like you, too.”

His arm dropped. “What?”

“Yeah, in primary school. Didn’t you think it was weird how different she was before and after you left? Her little heartbreak made her change everything about herself just so that people would like her. And now all she can do is lie to everyone. I pity her, really. And to think that she thought I liked her. What an idiot.”

That was the last straw. Jay punched Sunghoon square in the nose, making him stumble back a few steps until he hit the wall again. He held onto his bloody, and possibly broken, nose and looked Jay straight in the eyes, still smirking. Thinking his job was done (but not sure what the job was in the first place), he walked away, heading to the nurses’ station. The scene had gathered quite an audience outside. It was less than ten minutes to the first bell, so already quite a few students were there, but no one had dared to venture inside. Jake, arriving too late to prevent any damage, looked wide-eyed back and forth between Sunghoon walking out and Jay standing inside, fists clenched by his side and panting from anger.

Sunghoon barely spared him or anyone a glance as he left the room. What he did notice though, were a crumpled tuna-mayo sandwich and a banana milk on the floor, looking as though someone had dropped them.

What had he done?

—

You had already run back to your friends and were currently crying for the second time in twelve hours in Sumin’s arms. It was the first time ever you cried at school, and probably also in front of your friends, spare Sumin, so it was a curious sight to most; she took you to another room for privacy. 

There, you practically told her everything you had told Sunoo the night before, including the fake dating.

“Wait… so, you and Sunghoon weren’t actually dating?”

You nodded, embarrassed by your lie.

“I- Why didn’t you tell me, Y/N? How could you fool everyone like that?”

You looked up in surprise at your friend’s harsh words. You probably deserved them, but you weren’t used to hearing her speak in such a way, nor to the cold stare she was peering down at you with. 

“I don’t know… I’m really sorry…” you mumbled, ashamed.

She scoffed. “You should be. I just- I just don’t understand how you can already be living such a lie, and still add onto it. It makes me wonder how I’m still friends with you.” The bell rang right at that moment, and she got up, saying, “Let’s go to class. You wouldn’t wanna be late.”

You followed her, but you felt sick to your stomach. Usually, you could always hide your discomfort or sadness, no matter how bad your period cramps were or how serious an argument with your parents had gotten. But this time, it was too much, and fifteen minutes into the class, you asked the teacher to go to the nurse. Not used to you needing to leave class and trusting that it was for a legitimate reason, your teacher let you off and you quickly packed your bag and left. 

When you got to the nurse, you sat down in front of her and said you weren’t feeling well and wanted to go home. For the same reasons as your teacher, she said she’d let you but needed to ask you a few questions before about your general well-being. You answered them quickly, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible and just go home. 

When you finally were able to leave, you only took a few steps out of the nurse’s office before someone grabbed your wrist, making you turn around. Sunghoon, who was resting in the room next door, had heard your voice and gotten up as soon as he’d heard you leave. His nose was covered in bandages and his eye had started swelling and turning blue, and you mentally thanked Jay. You ripped your arm out of his grip and continued to walk away without a word. You were too tired to argue.

“Y/N, please, hear me out.”

This made you stop in your tracks, but you didn’t turn around. “Hear you out? I’ve already heard enough, Sunghoon. No need to explain, you made it very clear what you think of me.”

You started walking again but he doubled you and blocked your path in the narrow hallway. 

“Y/N, I’m sorry, if you’d just give me a minute-”

“I don’t care that you’re sorry, Sunghoon! Sorry doesn’t cut it. I trusted you. Actually trusted you. You out of all people should know how hard it is to do that. Or was that a lie too?” Seeing him in front of you, your sadness retreated to the back of your heart and you were left with only anger. 

“It wasn’t, I prom-”

“That doesn’t mean anything to me anymore.” You pushed past him and walked on. And this time, he let you go, even though the only thing you wanted him to do was make you stay. You so desperately wanted to hear him out and forgive him, but you knew you couldn’t do that. You had too much dignity, and it would only end up hurting you even further. 

So you didn’t shed a tear the whole way home. When you finally got to your bed, you didn’t have the energy to start crying. You fell asleep, tears quietly rolling down your face. 

—

You slept the whole day, waking up to a soft knock on your bedroom door. It was your mom, telling you Jay was here to see you. Everyone had been surprised to see you already at home when they came back from work or school, but they knew better than to wake you up.

“I’m surprised, you know. He’s gotten so handsome.”

You rolled your eyes at her. “Just tell him that I’m not feeling well and he should go home, please.”

“Oh, I’ve already tried to, honey. The boy is adamant on seeing you.”

You sighed. “Fine. Can you bring him here, then?”

A few seconds later, you heard another knock, and Jay opened the door just enough to peek his head through, asking if he could come in.

“Well, you’re already here, so might as well.”

You sat up and gestured for him to sit down on your bed.

He looked around, taking in the messiness of his surroundings. “You know, I thought your room would be much more… organized.”

“Didn’t Sunghoon tell you? I’m a big, fat liar who hides the truth from everyone,” you said sarcastically.

“About that… did you hear everything he said?” You hummed in response. “I’m so sorry you had to hear that, Y/N. I don’t know what happened to him. He’d never said anything like that about you, and then, all of a sudden… What an asshole. I can’t believe he was my friend.”

“Was? You shouldn’t end your friendship over me, Jay.”

“Are you kidding me? I can’t be friends with a guy who talks about anyone like that, let alone you.” After a few minutes of silence, he asked, “Did um- did anything happen, for him to say those things?”

You sighed deeply. “I’ve already told this story twice in the past few days, so I’ll give you the short version, but basically, we were fake dating, and I started really liking him, and I thought he did too, until we kissed, and he left me completely stranded, and then the next day I hear him say all those things.”

Silence again. You suddenly remembered something Sunghoon had said that you had completely put to the side: Jay likes you. At least, according to Sunghoon. You didn’t know if it was true, but judging by his disappointed face, it looked like it. Seemed like all of your friendships were going to hell.

“Oh,” he simply said.

“Yeah…” you murmured back. 

“Well,” he turned to you, “that just confirms to me that he’s an asshole. Cause no guy in his right mind would turn you down, Y/N. I know I wouldn’t.”

He looked straight at you as he said that. Yep. Jay liked you. It was a nice feeling, but it was also about ten years too late. 

“Do you- do you know what I’m trying to say, Y/N?” he asked, gulping.

You hesitated for a second before saying, ”I think I do, Jay. I have to say, your timing isn’t great.”

He chuckled a bit lifelessly. “Yeah, I guess right now isn’t the best time to say this.”

“I also meant, you know what Sunghoon said, earlier? That I liked you before you left for the US? That was true.”

He looked at you, mouth agape. “Oh, was it…” His head hung down in defeat. “I can’t believe I’ve been such an idiot. I feel like it’s my fault that Sunghoon hurt you like this. If only I’d been just a bit earlier…”

“None of this is your fault, Jay. Please don’t think that. It’s mine for thinking Sunghoon could actually like me back.”

Jay took a deep breath. “God, as much as it hurts me to say, Y/N, I think he did. Or does, actually.” You furrowed your brows at him. “Sunghoon, he has this thing where he goes into retreat mode as soon as he gets too close, too personal. It’s a stupid defense mechanism, and when he realizes he’s let you in a bit too far, he snaps everything closed and hurts you before you can hurt him. At least, that’s how he sees it, I guess. He’s done it to Jake and me a couple times, and it takes some getting used to, but he stops after a while. When he knows for sure that you won’t hurt him.”

You didn’t know what to do with this information, so you just stayed quiet, which Jay took as a sign to go on.

“I’m not saying forgive him. Believe me, if I could smack him into space and never let him see you again, I would. But I think maybe, just maybe, and you don’t have to if you don’t want to, hear him out.”

You smiled at him. “You’re a good friend, Jay. And I don’t mean just to me but to Sunghoon as well. I hope you know that.”

Jay tried to ignore the pinch in his heart at the word ‘friend’ and smiled back.

“Oh, there’s another thing I needed to show you.” His tone was suddenly much more apprehensive, and he looked both sorry and scared to say whatever he was about to say.

He pulled out his phone and searched the thing in question. Before showing you anything, he warned, “Nobody knows who did this. It was sent out to the whole school on a library computer-”

Expecting the worst, you snatched Jay’s phone from his hands. And there they were. Pictures of you from your primary school years, recent pictures of you in your comfortable clothes, at home or in close proximity to your house. Sent out to the whole school, as Jay had said. You were horror-struck. You could feel all the years you had spent perfecting your image and maintaining it crumbling around you as though they were paper. Charismatic smiles and trendy accessories had been your brick and mortar, but a sledgehammer had hit them, destroying your foundations further with each swing.

And that sledgehammer had a name: Bae Sumin. You’d figured it out in an instant. You’d been friends your whole life, she was the only one apart from your family to know about your true face; only she would have access to such photos. You knew it wasn’t Sunghoon because the pictures he had taken that day weren’t there.

If what had happened with Sunghoon had made a crack in your heart, then this had shattered it into a million pieces. The person who you’d trusted the most, who you’d thought would never do anything to hurt you, had done the worst thing anybody could do to you.

“Y/N- are you okay?” Jay asked tentatively. You had forgotten he was there.

“Um, yeah, yeah- I think I just need to be alone for now, if that’s okay.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind staying a while.”

“Sorry, Jay, but I’m sure.”

He looked at you for a few seconds. He’d never felt more distance between you two, not even when you had been oceans apart. “Alright. Call me if you need anything. I mean it.”

You smiled a tiny, tiny smile in response and he left your room. On his way out, your mom hugged him, saying it was nice to see him again and that he was welcome anytime, and he thanked her.

As he walked home, he couldn’t help but bitterly laugh to himself. Even when he confessed, he hadn’t been able to say the words he’d wanted to tell you this whole time: I love you.

—

You didn’t go to school for the rest of the week, the only stain on your perfect attendance record. All of your friends had tried to reach you, asking if you were okay, and you replied in a few small messages, telling them you’d be back when you could. Other people had contacted you, asking if those pictures were real. You obsessed over your school’s gossip Instagram account: the past few days, all the posts had been dedicated to your pictures and Sunghoon’s and Jay’s fight. You had ten missed calls from Sunghoon and seventeen from Sumin. You ignored each and everyone of them, only giving Jay, Heeseung, Sieun and Jiung the time of day. 

On Sunday morning you woke up, already dreading going to school the next day. You could already picture the nasty stares and whispers you’d get in the hallways. You thought about facing Sumin and Sunghoon again, and you thought the worst thing possible would be to have to do it at school. So you decided to wait until they called you again, as you knew they would, and finally picked up their call.

Sumin contacted you first, at eleven in the morning. You agreed to have her come over to your house to talk. When she appeared at your front door, you realized you weren’t sad, angry, or disappointed; you were just confused. You didn’t understand why she’d done it. Looking at her face, you couldn’t imagine her sitting down at that computer and sending out those pictures, writing the comment This is what Kim Y/N is like in real life.

You let her in and walked to your room, your siblings’ eyes burning holes into her soul the whole time. You sat down on your bed, sighed, and said, “Go ahead.”

“Thank you for letting me come here and explain myself. I don’t know what took over me, Y/N. Well actually, I guess I do. Jealousy, as stupid as it sounds.” She chuckled at herself. “I’ve always tried to hide it, but I’ve always been a bit jealous of you, Y/N. You’re the prettiest girl, the smartest, the nicest, and I’m just the best friend. That’s all anyone knows me as. Everybody loves you, yet I know it’s all a facade. And I’m not saying that to be mean, because I know you’re an amazing person even without all the glamor. And when I saw you with Sunghoon, I mean, you saw how I was. I didn't fight with my parents. I was so, so jealous. You hadn’t shown interest in any guy since Choi Soobin and all of a sudden you were dating Park freaking Sunghoon, and he knew about your quote-on-quote ‘real’ face, so I couldn’t even comfort myself that he didn’t know who you really were.”

“Wait- why would you be jealous of Sunghoon and me?”

She took a deep breath. “You remember, freshman year, when I confessed to him and he turned me down?”

“Yeah, but I thought that was in the past.”

“Do you also remember that guy I told you about later on, who I’d gotten really close with but completely shut me off when I thought we were about to start dating?”

Something clicked, but you didn’t want to face it. “Yeah…”

“Well, surprise surprise, they were the same person. Ha. I got mad at you for lying to me, but I did the same thing.”

“Sumin… Why did you never tell me?”

“I’m not sure. When we were in that talking stage, I could’ve bragged about it to anyone, you know, that Park Sunghoon was actually being nice to me, but I didn’t. I wanted to keep him my little secret. And then I confessed, and we all know how that ended.” A beat passes as she takes a deep breath, shaking the bad memory away. “I am over it, it was more than three years ago. Maybe there was a nice part of me that thought he had changed, because you seemed happy with him, and I didn’t want to ruin that. But maybe there was another part that hoped he might hurt you like he did me. And that’s such a shitty thing to do, I know. I should’ve told you when I saw you get involved with him. I can’t believe after all these years, he did the exact same thing to you that he did to me. What an asshole.”

You were staring at the wall in front of you, feeling empty. Why did everything have to happen at the same time? You were just drained of any willpower.

“This doesn’t explain the pictures,” you said plainly.

“Right. When you told me you were fake dating, I guess something snapped in me. I couldn’t believe it was another lie, I thought we had gone past the stage where you hid things from me. So that, plus jealousy, I just went a bit crazy, I think. I really wasn’t thinking, Y/N, and I promise you with all my heart that if I could go back and undo everything, I would. I’m so, so, so sorry. I regretted it as soon as I hit post.”

You looked at your friend and knew she was telling the truth. You believed her, and yet you couldn’t quite look past it.

“I know you are, Minie. It’s just… what am I gonna do now at school? Everybody must hate me.”

“I won’t lie, some people haven’t been saying the nicest things, especially Park’s fangirls. But God, Y/N, and please don’t take this the wrong way, but who cares? They’ll talk about it for a week, two at most. Your life at school won’t be the same, but you’ll still have all of us. I’ve talked to Heeseung, Sieun and Jiung, and they’re not the tiniest bit mad at you. They’re just worried to death. A bit confused too, but mostly worried. And you know what? Even Yujin, Wonyoung and Gaeul, who I’ve literally never talked to before, came to ask me how you were. Jay and Sunghoon are barely on talking terms but they always team up when it comes to practically verbally assaulting anyone they overhear talking behind your back. Jake has to hold them back sometimes but he always glares at those people too. You don’t wanna see Jake Sim glare, I promise you. It’s so scary,” she says in a confessional tone, visibly shuddering just at the thought of angel-faced Jake looking angry, and you can’t help the small chuckle that escapes your lips.

Her face softens as she places a warm palm over your hand. “We all love you and care for you so much, so screw literally every single other person in that school. They don’t matter.”

There was something refreshing about Sumin’s words. The idea that you could live your life without worrying about other people had always been in the back of your head, but you always told yourself you were in too deep to go back. Now that you had been forced to, you understood why you felt so empty: the immense weight of having to keep up a persona, had been lifted off your shoulders. You would only have to carry yourself, and not a second person, which made you feel weightless. You’d just have to get used to it and come to enjoy that feeling.

You took your friend’s hands in yours. “I want to forgive you, I promise I do. And I will. I just don’t know if I can do that right away. I’ll need some getting used to this new life.”

“I completely understand, Y/N.”

“But that doesn’t mean I don’t want you around anymore. And you know what, I’m sure one day I’ll look back at this moment and thank you.”

—

Sumin left a few hours later and you were now waiting for Sunghoon to call you. You waited and waited, until your phone rang with a small ding: he wasn’t calling you, but had sent you a message. A very, very long message. You were very tempted to reply with a I ain’t reading all that. I’m happy for u tho. Or sorry that happened, but you thought it might not be the appropriate moment. 

You opened the message, which had come after thirty unread texts, and started reading, slightly appalled by the lack of paragraphing.

Dear Y/N, 

Is this how you start a long text? I would much rather be telling you this than writing it, but someone hasn’t been picking up my calls. Sorry. I probably shouldn’t be giving you much attitude right now. Where do I even start? The ice rink, I guess. Asshole move #1, obviously. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left you like that. That kiss was really really good and I really really liked it. Because I really really like you. And I think I’ve known that for a while now, but the kiss confirmed it. And I was happy for a second, but then I panicked. There’s no other word for it, I panicked. I’ve never liked someone this much before and I was so scared. I still am. I’m terrified shitless. But I know that my fear is completely irrational, and that you’re literally the best person on Earth, which is why I’m writing this. I know it’s cliché to say my mom left me and now I think everybody will. And my first reaction to that is to hurt someone before they can hurt me, which is what I did. But as much as I wanna fight it, it’s always there at the back of my mind. You can even ask Sumin about it. Should I be saying that? I feel like I might as well. I was an asshole to her, and I’m so angry at myself that I did it again with you. I didn’t mean a single word of what I said about you to Jay. Not a single one. You’re not stupid, you’re the smartest and most amazing girl I know, and I never pretended I liked you, because I never had to. I think I just wanted Jay to punch me, really. I wanted him to run to you and make sure you were okay, because I was too scared to do that myself. But I regret doing that so much. I hope you know that. And bless Jay, he’s a real one. He told me to get my shit together and talk to you. I can tell he’s still mad at me but still wants to make things good between us. I was already trying to call you before he said that, but I probably would’ve said something stupid that would’ve made things worse. And I can’t afford that, Y/N, I really, really can’t. You get me like no one does and being with you is the most liberating thing ever, I’m never myself more than when I’m around you. You just bring out the best in me. Well, except for that thing I did. Which I promise I’ll never do again. I am so extremely sorry, and if you wanna hate me for the rest of your life, I completely get it. But I would also be very happy if you didn’t. I hope I’ll see you tomorrow at school. I really miss you.

Your Hoon

You wiped away the tears that had formed in your eyes and typed back:

You’re such an idiot, Park.

I’ll see you tomorrow.

—

The next day, as you imagined, was mostly hell. You’d decided not to dress up as usual: there was no point trying to look good after this, it would only make you seem more ridiculous. You put less makeup on, not bothering to hide your eye bags, and didn’t bling your outfit up with accessories or fancy shoes, opting for your worn-out Converse you’d had since your feet stopped growing. On the bus, where people usually ignored each other, you could already feel the gossip being told about you. You avoided people’s gaze like the plague and sat down next to Sumin. You laid your head on her shoulder and sighed.

“I already wanna go home.”

She laughed, “I know. We’ll be with you the whole day, so don’t worry.”

You spent the bus ride catching up on what had happened when you were gone (nothing much), and although there was some awkwardness there, it was nice being with your best friend. When Heeseung got on, he practically screamed your name and suffocated you by means of greeting.

“I’m so glad you’re back. You know, I think you look really cute in those pictures. All these people are just jealous they don’t look as good as you even when you don’t dress up.”

Sumin shot daggers with her eyes at him and he cringed, saying, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have mentioned that.”

You reassured him, saying that it was fine since it was all you were going to be hearing the next few days. “Might as well get used to it.”

It was somewhat easy to ignore the stares coming your way when you walked into school with Heeseung and Sumin flanked at your sides like bodyguards. When you reached your classroom, Jiung engulfed you in a hug and Sieun was almost crying. How the hell had you gotten such sweet friends? 

In the hallways, some people tried to get reactions out of you by calling you out, yelling liar! or you can’t fool us anymore. You couldn’t ignore them as they were very much in your face. When at lunch, a table of girls next to you was very clearly talking about you in the nastiest way possible, you took your tray and were ready to get up and leave, but a very familiar voice stopped you in your tracks.

“You think it’s funny talking about someone like that?” Sunghoon was practically screaming at the girls. “You think you’re any better than her? I bet you do the exact same thing but are just glad someone else got called out for it.” You weren’t sure if that made you feel much better, but you appreciated the effort.

“As a matter of fact,” he continued as he pulled out a chair and got up on it, his voice getting louder, “I’ve got something I wanna say to everyone.”

Somebody whooped (probably Jake) and you tried to get Sunghoon to come down from the chair, but he just smiled his radiant smile at you and turned to look at the students in the cafeteria.

“All of you who judge Y/N are hypocrites. You wanna tell me you’re all as perfect at home as you are at school? That you never relax a little bit? Sure, she pushed it a bit far- (hey! you grunted in protest), but nobody shows who they truly are to everyone. We all judge each other in this stupid high school, so Y/N did what she had to do and protected herself. If anything, this should make you respect her even more. And it’s not like she did anything wrong to you. She didn’t use her popularity against anyone, so you better not use this against her.”

From the crowded tables in the cafeteria, somebody yelled “Nobody cares!”

Somebody, whose voice you thought you recognized as Jungwon’s, joined in: “Yeah, what is it about you seniors and thinking the whole school revolves around you? We still like Y/N!”

Sunghoon, taken aback, simply said, “Oh. Alright. Well, you better keep it that way then!” and got off his chair. 

He turned to you, already a pleading look on his face and said “Y/N, I’m so sorry-”

But you cut him off right away. “I know, Sunghoon, I know. I think this proved it.”

“I really wanna make it up to you. So just tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll do it. Buy you a house, move to another country, you name it. I’ll do it.”

You chuckled at him. “You don’t need to go that far.” You looked down, then back at him. “I think I just want to pretend like nothing happened. Like it was all a huge, awful fever dream. Even if I can’t forgive and forget right away, I don’t think I want you out of my life while I figure it out.”

He let out the biggest sigh you’d ever heard. “My God, you don’t know how happy to hear that, Y/N. Thank you so much.”

“Thank you for defending me just now. That was… definitely something.”

He smiled down at you. "I did my best. Too bad those sophomores ruined everything.”

You could feel eyes burning into your sides, so you turned your head a bit and noticed that your friends and the table of girls that had just been gossiping were staring at you, some of them teary-eyed. When they saw you notice them, they all turned back to each other and pretended that they were having some other conversation. You and Sunghoon chuckled, and you realized how much you had missed him.

Yes, Sunghoon and Sumin had hurt you, but you were a strong believer of second chances. Even if it was hard at first to stop thinking about Sunghoon’s voice when he had said those things or Sumin’s intentions when she posted the pictures, they’d made it up to you in any way they could and you’d reciprocated that by being completely honest. No more trying to look perfect all the time; you were human and were allowed to have low moments. Your grades even dropped by two points, because you’d started spending more time with your friends than with your textbooks. You’d spent whole Saturdays at the ice rink with your now real-boyfriend Sunghoon, and had invited the whole crew. Heeseung was surprisingly good at it. You had even caught your little sister Yeeun on a date with the cute Japanese boy she’d talked about. 

As promised, Jay came once a week or every two weeks to have dinner with your family; Sunghoon always insisted on being present. The tension between them had turned into friendly competition, and you could tell the two friends were glad to have each other back. 

You’d never felt so free. Your relationship with Sunghoon felt like uncharted territory and home at the same time; so daunting and exciting yet so comfortable and relaxing. You kept the PDA at a minimum at school, but when it was just the two of you, your whole body never failed to heat up, even in the cold of the ice rink. He had been nicknamed the ice prince, but he was so, so warm.

In the end, everybody found out. But you had Park Sunghoon by your side, so it was alright.

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[onlyseokmins]

needy • j.w.w.

Pairing: jeon wonwoo x afab!reader

Genres: smut (minors dni!), established relationship!au

Warnings: swearing, teasing, dirty talk, unrealistic amt of orgasms heh, male masturbation, mentions of car sex, fingering (fem. receiving), phone sex but not like you think, messy oral (fem. receiving), safe sex 🫡, wonu's a bit of a perv tbh and reader loves puts up w/ it, mentions of children but not like really lmao, mentions of (cock)roaches, wonu in glasses and needy = double kill imho, ft. some of the boys being intrusive tbh haha, POSSESSION, and a good amt of noisy sex hahah lmk if i missed anything!

WC: 4.9k

A/N: well it's finally my first wonu fic :3 after hoarding so many in the drafts bc I always feel like I can't write him too well, I had to take the plunge since it's a dear request from my lovely @wonuhour ❤️ I really hope you enjoy this 🤞🏼 no taglist as this is a request so I hope y'all read this but sending some love to my fav wonwoorideul @wonwussy bc she said I could tag her mwah. I think I held my head 5 times while editing this haha...

It's late when you step out into the night's cool air, a sigh of relief at finally being freed from the corporate building where you work. Pulling out your phone from the bag slung across your shoulder, your face lights up just like the screen when you focus on two distinct notifications on it.

1 missed call — hubby ♡

1 new voicemail — hubby ♡

"Hey, baby. You're probably dealing with those idiots right now but by the time you're listening to this, you should be on your way back home to me."

Wonwoo's deep voice is always so soothing, filling your body with inexplicably warm, fuzzy feelings that trail from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. The knowledge that he pays attention to even the minute details you think he might not care about in trivial, daily conversations or complaints makes your heart flutter with joy. 

Your husband has always had that effect on you. He's aware you aren't able to pick up and it's not like he expects you to do so. Wonwoo simply leaves a voice message, knowing it will provide you comfort on your walk to the car and subsequent drive home until you can seek real solace in his embrace.

And maybe — just maybe — he calls to simply hear your pretty voice that plays on the answering machine because he misses you during your long shift. The embarrassed giggle when you mess up and stumble across your words during the recording. Never bothering to go back to change or fix it because it makes the corners of Wonwoo's mouth perk up, breaking his usual stoic expression. At least according to what Mingyu's let slip.

Which is hilarious in and of itself because your husband is anything but poker face when in your presence. His friends tease, saying he's become a different man because of you — following you around and acting like a lovesick puppy rather than his normal, self-acclaimed dignified cat persona. But you deny it. He's always been the same person with you and maybe that's just because you're meant to be.

"Be safe on your way home. Remember to lock the doors when you're inside, although I know you will 'cause how many times have you accidentally locked me out when you've beat me back to the car first?" He lets out a strangely breathy laugh, one that you mimic in fondness at the past memory and simply of him, doing exactly as he says as you shut the driver seat's door. "Miss you so, so much today. Even more than usual, baby. 'specially that sweet pussy of yours."

Nothing — not even Mingyu's weird trait of being privy and somehow knowing or aware of way too much in your relationship — could have prepared you for those words. You're extremely grateful you're inside your car right now. Not fearing other people overhearing but because you would've collapsed right on the sidewalk in public. Victim to your husband's seductive desperation.

"Can't stop thinking 'bout it. How pretty it looks, how good you taste, how perfect you always feel wrapped around me."

Your head falls back against the headrest, the hand holding your phone drops onto your thigh, and your mouth and eyes widen together in awe. The wireless buds fit snugly inside your ears allow you to pick up on the underlying slick sounds as he speaks. Your mouth waters, a sweep of electrifying energy causing the hairs on your arms to raise.

Fuck. He's stroking that gorgeous thick cock of his. Because he yearns so much for you.

"'round my fingers, my dick, my tongue… so soft and wet and tight… mhm, oh god — what a messy little thing. And your lips too, wanna kiss you so bad. For hours, non-stop."

People like to make assumptions about your relationship. Things like how Wonwoo must be the calm and collected one, the domineering and composed person within your dynamics. It's annoying but you can't really blame them — it's human nature after all. While they aren't entirely wrong, it's not like they're right either.

On the occasions when your husband's lust for you outweighs his level-headedness, he loses all reason. Not above begging, whining, or babbling nonsense, his neediness becomes next level. You're so caught up in thinking about the exact man you're supposed to be listening to, you realize you've nearly missed most of the words he's spouting in his gravelly voice. You rewind the playback.

"… to stop thinkin' 'bout it or I'll want you even more. Wanna ruin you. Destroy you. Worship you. Ah… you're in your car, aren't you love? Please tell me you are, 'member when I slipped a finger inside last week on our way home from the mall? Then two. Then three. Had to make sure my pretty baby's pussy was stuffed nice and full. It's what you deserve, after all." 

His lazy drawl and filthy words make your thighs clench. He knows it too. "Bet you're squeezing those luscious legs of yours together… ah, what I wouldn't give to have them around me instead…" A laugh again, almost a wheeze, like the air's being sucked out of his lungs at the thought. Many thoughts. "Made such a mess that day… hngh, almost wrecked the car over how wrecked you were, baby."

You glance at the empty passenger seat out of the corner of your eye. Almost shamefully, like a curious nun side-eyes a sinner sitting in church. Wonwoo's skillful and long, bony fingers buried inside your cunt — to no surprise — had you a writhing mess, an insane orgasm ripped from your body. You were afraid the upholstery was ruined because of it, the car still smelling like sex and preventing you from offering your sulky neighbor Seungcheol a lift this week.

"Bastard," you mutter affectionately and roll your eyes at your next statement, pretending as if he can hear you. "Like you weren't just as wrecked that I had to suck you off as soon as we parked and then rushed inside since you didn't wanna cum in my mouth."

"Ahhhhh, shoot…!"

As if he can hear your words, a particularly loud moan followed by a string of curses falls out of your husband's mouth. You are just able to hear the sped up sounds of him rutting more urgently against his palm. The visual of his large hands looking much smaller when wrapped around his huge cock floods your mind, wondering if he's tightened his grasp to better resemble it to drilling deep inside of your warmth instead of his hand. Eyebrows creasing together, biting down on his bottom lip before his mouth opens again in another moan that fills your ears at the right time.

The familiar creak of his home office chair causes a devious smirk to grace your face. He hasn't realized in his lust-driven state that he'd given away how desperate he really was to be fucking into his fist between freelance projects. More than likely frustrated when something wasn't encoding right after hours of staring at the screen but it was most probable that Wonwoo was simply down bad. 

Achingly missing his partner when you weren't around to rub his shoulders, bring him some tea, lighten up the mood with a bad joke, or even try and help point out a possible error with a fresh set of eyes. Even nicer, sit on his lap all pretty to keep his cock all warm and coated in wetness or get on your knees beneath his desk and try to keep quiet while you take him down your throat.

You were always a bit on the noisy side. Even now, you can't help but let out a whimper at how uncomfortable your nipples feel poking against your bra. Dampening your panties, poor clit already puffy and throbbing unstimulated.

The Wonwoo in your imagination has his head thrown back, throat presented prettily that you wish you could actually mark up. In-tune with what he sounds like when he's about to come undone, you listen intently to your husband's stifled groans and harsh pants in anticipation. Holding your breath, hoping he's so lost in bliss that he won't leave you hanging.

Like a lifeline, a muttered "fuck, baby," as if he's really right there with you in the car as his deep moan fills your ears just like it does in-person. Imaginary Wonwoo drops his head back down and the hungry look in his dark brown eyes causes your hips to involuntarily twitch, thighs trembling. Shockingly, you don't orgasm from that alone but you sure as hell were on the brink of doing so.

For a finale, your husband stays on the line while he catches his breath and your dirty mind wanders once more. Hard not to when you hear the wet sounds of his hand still rubbing his cock. A whimper of "hm, just like that," and a hiss because he's sensitive makes your head spin, cunt clenching sadly around nothing. A sob practically leaves your chest at the absolute want to milk him dry just as he wishes at that moment.

"Miss you so much. Need to eat out my precious baby. Mhm, I just know that sopping cunt is begging for me to lick it up…"

The scratch of tissues being pulled out of their holder is enough of an attempt to tug you out of the foggy cloud of lust. You lick your lips.

"… so come and hurry home safely, love."

You do — so close to cumming untouched — but you stave off the feeling, speeding home somehow without crashing. For all your car has put up with, you're honestly surprised it hasn't given out on you in revenge. But that's neither here nor there at the moment, stumbling out of the vehicle once you arrive home and scrambling faster than a marathon-runner to get inside.

It would be a lie to say you weren't disappointed with how quiet and dark it is. Quietly setting your bag down, you stand with your back pressed against the front door. Almost expecting your husband to appear out of the shadows and pounce on you.

It's happened before. You can proudly declare with your whole chest that you've fucked on every surface of this lovely little house purchased in the third year of your marriage.

Instead, something brushes against your leg and you bend down to pick up your daughter. She hangs pliantly as you gently wiggle her and whisper, "Where's your daddy?"

The cat replies with a plaintive meow. You smile when she twitches her tail, stalking off towards the direction of the living room. Wonwoo likes to teasingly say she takes after you with a distinct cat-titude despite the fact that he naturally happens to be the more dedicated caretaker between the two of you. Mingyu was always needlessly curious which one of you another cat would take after — or worse, if you had actual children.

That wouldn't happen for quite a bit, trailing behind the true ruler of the household and watching as she climbs up onto her expensive cat-tree to sulk. Wonwoo must not have given her enough attention today. Demonstrated by the angry way she squints toward the open doorway of the study illuminated by the blue glow of your husband's computer.

"Daddy's in rare form today," you try and explain, rubbing in between her ears and she purrs in response. "Don't worry, Mommy will go and fix him so he ultra dotes on you like the little princess he thinks you are." 

You make a kissy face in her direction because she is a precious royalty. Then you're approaching the study where deep grunts and muttered curses can be heard among a furious clacking of keyboard keys.

"On your left — no, Mingyu… your other left!"

Crossing your arms, you pout. You'd be lying if gamer Wonwoo wasn't unfairly attractive — jawline clenched as he barks out orders into his headset, the computer screen graphics reflecting off his glasses. A stark contrast to the ratty hoodie and old man slippers he's wearing, angrily slapping his feet on the ground when Seokmin accidentally pressed the wrong button and self-destructs.

You're glad he's blowing off some steam and stress with the boys. Though you had once asked why he didn't bother watching porn on his expensive and impressive set-up. Flattered when he admitted that having you as the real deal beat anything he could ever try to search for.

Now you're not as sure, though. He seems rather content and preoccupied after working you all up with that damn voicemail of his. With a flounce, you turn to head to the shower as your husband rages over Chan mistakenly shooting at the wrong team. Meeting a feline gaze on the way to the bathroom that shares your same sentiment of disdain.

Sticky, ruined panties cause a glare and another pout to adorn your face once the water is turned on to heat up. One Wonwoo might find cute. If he could see it. You nearly jump out of your skin when there's a knock on the door, so soft it almost sounds like a bump.

A certain kitty often bangs against doors just to startle her owners but she's also good at opening them too. When it remains shut and you hear a low call of your name rather than spooky silence, a pleading meow, or it flying open, you let out a breath of relief. Trying not to appear too eager, you crack the door open just enough to narrow one eye at your husband.

"Hi, baby."

"Hey."

Long gone is his cozy hoodie, though his black sweatpants remain on. Displaying lean, upper body muscles to ogle and pert nipples that could poke you in the eyeball with how near he is. Pushing up his glasses, he raises his eyebrows when you don't make an effort to move.

"You don't normally knock."

"I wasn't sure if it was you or our little mischief maker in here." 

"Uh-huh, and who says I'm not mischievous as well?" You turn around but leave the door ajar and he takes that as an invitation to come in.

"No one's ever said you weren't," Wonwoo reassures but frowns, "no welcome home kiss?"

"You know, little miss mischief maker seemed pretty miffed, did daddy not pay enough attention to her today? That's unlike you."

"Mhm, was busier than I thought today. Had a lot on my mind… work and all that. Absolutely drowning in it."

"Is that so? She seems pretty upset so be sure you make it up to her." 

It's like a cat-and-mouse game, though who's who is really the question. Maybe you're both cats in a stand-off. You know Wonwoo would never not truly attend to your beloved pet. You fight back a smirk, able to feel his heated gaze trail down your back and focus on your ass that you jut out on purpose to check the water temperature. A rush of fresh arousal surges through your system.

"Yeah?" Your husband's hand shoots out past yours to turn the shower off, ignoring your protest. "I think I upset another kitten too." Spinning you around so his damp thumb can pull at your bottom lip as you flutter your eyelashes at him.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not a cat. And I'm most certainly not upset."

He pecks at your lips almost condescendingly. "Sure, baby. You shouldn't be, you know, with the nice present I left for your pleasure after work."

You let out an elated sigh as he holds your face still and peppers kisses all over, trailing down to focus on your neck so you can speak. "If that's your idea of a nice gift, I'd hate to see what a bad one is."

"You didn't like it?" Somehow Wonwoo's eyes manage to sparkle when he looks up at you with a whine, pausing his kisses down the valley between your breasts. His other hand sneakily reaches in between your legs and he smiles against your skin. "Or did you like it too much? Don't think I've ever gotten you a bad gift, baby."

Slender fingers play with your messy wetness, sliding back and forth languidly without rush. You struggle to clear your mind to ask with sarcasm, "Wh-what about that st-stupid cockroach plushie?"

"It was cute. Just like you."

"That's it, I'm getting a shower."

"I don't think so." Wonwoo's free hand flies to splay out on your back, preventing you from moving and pressing your body even closer to his.

You purse your lips, brown eyes locking in on them immediately. "You think I'm on the same level as cockroaches."

"Only like the super cute, not-real ones." 

"…We're filing for divorce right after I clean up."

"Mhm, but I'm not done with you yet so it'd be a waste of water. Besides, you hate showering together."

You can't help but grind down against his stationary palm, wishing he'd just slip a finger inside. "Because… no one's getting clean… if you're in there with me."

"Exactly," he's entranced by how much of your arousal continues to coat his hand. Cock twitching with the ache to be where his fingers are instead. "You know the drill, baby. Besides, I'm aware of how much you like it when I'm wearing my glasses."

"Wonwoo…"

He hushes your moan with a smirk and another kiss to your irresistible lips. "Yeah, lovely. It's okay, I'll give you what you want. And what I want too."

Surely, you would've bashed your head open on the tile floors had it not been for the support of the countertop you'd braced your palm on. Legs as shaky as a newborn fawn with how long you've been buzzing with desire. Especially when your husband backs away to withdraw his hand, ravenously slurping up your essence with a blissed out face. An appreciative, low grunt as he licked his fingers clean, dark gaze not straying away from your naked body before him.

"Shouldn't have done the laundry, silly baby. How else am I supposed to control myself without any sort of relief to get me through the day?"

Your jaw drops. "Pervert!"

"Know you like it." He ignores the light slap to his shoulder that bears no malice, finding zero resistance when he tugs you by the hand to drag you into the bedroom. "You love when I'm this desperate for you. Can't get anything done, can't think of anything else… all you, you, and you. And this greedy pussy."

Your back's resting on the mattress before you can blink. Wonwoo sits and parts your legs, taking in the delectable sight of your puffy cunt that spreads open to seep more arousal. Asking to be taken care of and filled.

"Just look at it, how could I not desire it every moment of the day?" A kiss is pressed against your left ankle. "When it's just as perfect as you?" Another to the side of your knee cap. "And so fuckin' addictive." He switches to the right to suck the skin on your thigh. "Absoluting begging to be filled up so prettily whenever I want." 

It's a mix between a scream and groan of frustration that leaves your throat when your husband lightly smooches right above your hip crease before licking the salt off your skin. He's so close to where you want him and he grins at your patient façade slowly slipping. His tongue pokes out, just grazing the left side of your pussy. 

"Wonwoo…!" 

He is rarely this talkative, either he truly missed you or this is a new form of torture.

A pointer finger taps your pubic bone and drags downward, lifting away before it hits your clit. "And all mine," he growls out before devouring your cunt like you want.

Your husband eats you out like a starved man. Ravenous in all the best ways. Your hips can't help but jerk in time with the movements of his tongue lapping at your inner walls and cleaning up the gracious amounts of slick you've created. Whines leaving your mouth at how good it feels, fingers anxiously threading through his curls and making them even messier. Your legs wrap around his neck as you somehow bring his head even closer to drown inside your scent, your taste, and your wet heat.

Wonwoo revels in it.

Normally, he would have more control. More strictness, more fortitude. But he's so far gone, appreciative growls that could rival the best-selling vibrator on the market shake you to your very core. The frames of his glasses dig into your thighs but you don't even feel them with the intense amount of pleasure from Wonwoo's thumb playing with your clit. His nose occasionally adds to the mind-dumbing feeling by nuzzling against it when he shakes his head with vigor.

You have no choice but to hurdle towards a fast orgasm like a dam breaking. Unintentionally locking his neck in a position that might've snapped it if his face wasn't pressed so close and into your spasming hole. Screaming his name as you tear at hair strands a bit too viciously. Wonwoo takes it all in stride, too obsessed with prolonging that delightful peak of yours to care.

Only when your legs loosen up does he back away, pride filling his chest as he takes in your shaking form. Pushing up foggy lenses, he licks his lips slowly. The damp spot shining on his chin and nose is enough of a damning visual — one that's real and touchable, not of your imagination this time — for a tiny tremor to run through your thighs again. 

Wonwoo's sore jaw drops. "Baby, did you… did you just cum again?" The cool air away from your cunt clears his vision so he can marvel at the soiled wet patch on your shared blankets. A mumbled curse leaves his mouth. 

You're a vision. Strewn across the bed, skin shining with sweat while your disheveled husband is the epitome of sex. He cracks his neck, stretching his jaw.

Thinking. 

Contemplating.

"Just from that? Hah, what am I going to do with you?" 

"Fuck me," you moan and bring your legs that feel like Jello up to your chest. Squeezing your breasts between your thighs, you pout at him and flutter your lashes. A perfect look for a vixen, pleading yet sultry. "Please."

"Shit… can't tell if you're being bad or good. Augh, the things you do to me."

"'m good, s'good for you. Want you s'bad." 

Blabbering, you watch through bleary eyes at the rapid speed he tears off his sweatpants and manage to spread your legs even farther with how numb they feel when he climbs over top of you. Lenses flash in the light at the same time as a foil wrapper before he rips it, hissing in sensitivity to slide the condom on. You're thrilled when the heavy tip of his cock slaps against your prepped pussy, ready for him to lose all rationale. You're sorely disappointed to find out your husband has a pending question for you.

"Then why didn't you greet me when you came home? Hm? Pretty baby sulking in the bathroom 'cause I was gaming with the boys?"

"Ahhh…" you shake your head urgently, nails lightly scratching his biceps, and hips lifting off the bed in a sly effort to slip his dick inside. "No…"

Wonwoo clicks his tongue, halting your movements. "No? I need complete answers, love."

You need him to lose control. Fighting back a sob, you try to shake off your fucked-out state and reply to him properly. "Wanted to shower 'nd then come in no panties, sit… on your lap." 

"Yeah? Pretty baby was gonna keep me nice and warm in that snug pussy? Like we always do?"

"Mhm," tears are streaming down your cheeks at this point, "maybe… maybe suck you off."

"Oh, wanted to choke on my cock so all those losers could hear those greedy gags of yours?"

All you can do is nod deliriously because his thick length is hot and hard. Laying outside your lower stomach exactly like it would if it was buried within you. 

Wonwoo snarls. "I think the fuck not. Absolutely not. Only I'm allowed to hear your pretty noises. Only me." He huffs, easing the tip inside finally, grunting at how you're already clamping around him like a vice. "You're made for me. All mine. No one else."

The last three syllables are punctuated by experimental, shallow thrusts to open you up for him. Your tongues tangle together as he continues to rock his hips forward, splitting you open until your pelvises kiss.

"That's it, baby. That's the sweet cunt I've been waiting for all day, dreaming of. There it is, shit! Whose pussy does this belong to?"

"Yours… hgnh, all yours… yours, yours yours…!"

"That's right, that's fuckin' right."

His glasses slide down the bridge of his nose but are pushed up by your own nose when you pull him by the neck to shut him up. Barely kissing anymore, it's an open-mouthed entanglement of debauchery. Neither of your moans get any quieter, especially when he rasps in your ear to make as much noise as possible because no one's around to listen.

Wonwoo's thrusts are sharp when he does pull out a little bit. But he doesn't want to leave your warmth for even one moment, mainly grinding as deep as he can into your fluttering hole and stimulating your clit. His hands tug at your nipples, alternating between squishing and squeezing at your tender breasts. Your legs splay compliantly out at the side, letting your husband use you to his content because that's what both of your goals tonight were.

You're shamelessly screaming when his tip touches that bundle of nerves and you're afraid you might actually black out when he continues to hit it with scary precision. 

"Gonna… be the death… of me."

Peering at you over his glasses, he smirks at your weak complaint. "Says the one… that's gonna snap off my dick… shit, lovey, stop tightening up so much!"

"Can't help it, feels so good."

"I know, baby," he pants out and kisses your cheek, "I know so just bare with me a bit more." Relief floods him momentarily when your gummy walls loosen their iron grip around his cock. "That's it."

Pulling out of your squelching pussy before you can clamp around him again with only the head wrapped around so prettily by your puffy lips, he has to pause to admire it. Then he slams inside so deep that you can't help but hit that intense climax while he's still stuffing the rest of his length back in.

He coos in his low voice, coaxing you through it with an almost cruel swivel of his hips. "You can give me one more, right? I know you can, you're so good for me."

You really don't know if you could but the minute you lock eyes with him, the feral need and want in them that takes your breath away is enough. It's tinier than all the ones prior but it pleases a fucked out Wonwoo. In seconds, he's spilling his seed into the condom, still nestled within your spasming walls.

"There it is, cream on my cock, love. Yeah, there we go… fuck, baby..." he pants, a telltale sign, "that's it... so perfect."

To say you're exhausted would be an understatement. You might've actually passed out because when you come to, your husband has already wiped you down and pulled the blankets over your naked body. You weren't cold at all before but now that the tidal wave of lust has ebbed away, a chill is settling in. Your cat has snuck into the bedroom too, curled up and purring at the end of the bed on top of the stuffed cockroach plushie.

"Wonwoo?"

"Right here, love." He's laying on top of the covers and wearing his sweats again. His glasses are on the nightstand, head propped up on one hand to stare affectionately at you. "Feel okay?"

"Yeah but I'm glad I'm off for the rest of the week. You fucked the life out of me."

A smug grin graces his face. "Yeah I know. Which is why I don't understand why you just didn't wait to do laundry tomorrow or something."

"Not this again. How old are you?"

"Old enough to know what will prevent me from blowing out your back all the time." He's ready to continue with a good defense but pauses at the smile you're trying to hide. "Wait… did you do that on purpose?" When you don't reply, he groans your name. "You did, didn't you?"

"We all have our little tricks," a finger traces down his exposed pecs, "although I didn't expect such a needy voicemail on my way home, it turned out just as planned."

He halts your wrist when you start journeying down his abs. "Not in front of the child, please."

"I'm too tired to do anything scandalous," you laugh and flip your aching body over to the other side. "Wake me up in a half hour so I can shower. Alone."

"I can't believe I was set up." Disbelief drips from his tone as he sets a timer on his phone but he reaches over you to turn off the light, pressing a kiss to your ear. "Well-played though. You have a lot of free time to make up for your misbehavior, don't you baby?"

"Mhm-hm."

Wonwoo can't see the second victorious smile hidden in the darkness. Really. You're just too smart, knowing your husband so well to get what you want. 

Mingyu would be proud. And grossed out.

onlyseokmins: February 2023 ©

[mechaknight-98]

Foundations (NSFW) FT Nayeon Jeongyeon Jihyo and Sana

Operator’s notes: A belated birthday gift for Nayeon and an overall pain to complete. Enjoy

Nayeon loved being a part of Twice almost as much as she loved Mark, she was just stressed that with everything going on. They were preparing for their second tenth-anniversary world tour circuit and adjusting to Jihyo’s new boyfriend Diabolos. Who was aggressively stiff around them so picture Nayeon’s surprise when Dioabolos is outside of her and Mark’s apartment saying he’s here to take her on a date. Her mind flashed back to that day

Nayeon’s mind flashed back to the first time Diabolos attempted to find his place in their group. The atmosphere had been a mix of curiosity and unease, everyone sizing him up as Jihyo’s boyfriend. Diabolos was tall and imposing, with a deep, almost growling voice that seemed to clash with his otherwise gentle manner. Jihyo had been excited to introduce him, but Nayeon remembered the awkward silence that followed his first few words. He was stiff—too stiff—like he wasn’t quite sure how to handle the spotlight of being with Twice.

Still, he made an effort.

He started with Mina, approaching her with a rare hint of eagerness. “I heard you like Persona,” he said, holding out a limited-edition figurine.

Mina’s eyes brightened. “You play Persona too?”

Diabolos nodded, his voice softening. “Since Persona 3. It… speaks to me, the themes about bonds and inner strength.”

Mina smiled, the tension between them dissolving as they fell into an easy conversation about their favorite characters and moments. Diabolos’s stiffness eased slightly as he found common ground with her.

Next was Dahyun. Diabolos had approached her with clear reverence, a light flush coloring his cheeks as he handed her a small box of fan merchandise.

“I have to admit… you were my first bias in K-pop,” he confessed, his voice almost shy.

Dahyun’s eyes widened, her face breaking into a bright, playful grin. “Me? Your bias?”

Diabolos nodded earnestly. “I’ve always admired your energy and confidence.”

Dahyun basked in the compliment, clearly loving the attention. “You’ve got good taste!” she said, giggling. From then on, she was firmly on his side, charmed by his fanboy-like confession.

When it came to Chaeyoung, Diabolos seemed to gain some of his earlier confidence back. He handed her a vinyl record from a vintage heavy metal band, the cover worn but well-loved.

“I heard you’re into heavy metal,” he said, the edge of his lips curling into a small smile.

Chaeyoung raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “You listen to metal?”

“I used to play in a band,” Diabolos replied, “the raw energy always spoke to me. Kind of like your vibe.”

Chaeyoung’s smirk turned into a grin. “I’ll have to hear you play sometime. You’re not just saying this, right?”

Diabolos shook his head, visibly more at ease with her. “No way. We’ll jam sometime.”

Sana had been watching him closely the entire time. She noticed the way Diabolos was deliberate, almost strategic, in his approach to each member, finding a unique connection point with every interaction. When he finally got to her, he handed her a cute, colorful beanie, her favorite type of accessory.

“You really thought this through, huh?” she asked, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Diabolos gave a small, self-conscious smile. “I wanted to make a good impression.”

Sana adjusted the beanie on her head, grinning. “I like the way you handle this—finding something in common with each of us. It’s smart.”

Diabolos looked relieved, bowing slightly. “I’m just trying to show I care.”

Sana chuckled. “Well, mission accomplished. You’ve got my approval.”

But when he reached Momo, things got a little more difficult. He handed her a box of snacks, a gesture meant to win her over.

“I heard you love snacks,” he said, awkward but sincere.

Momo blinked, her usual cheerful smile flickering uncertainly. She wasn’t sure what to make of him just yet.

“I do,” she replied, taking the box cautiously. “But…” She glanced at the other girls, who had already found something to connect with him over. “I think I need more than snacks to figure you out.”

Diabolos’s smile faltered slightly, clearly unsure of what to say next. He nodded and stepped back, his stiffness returning as he realized he’d hit a wall with her.

Despite his small successes, the rest of the girls—Nayeon, Jeongyeon, and Tzuyu—were still on the fence. Diabolos was too formal, too careful, and around them, his stiffness became even more pronounced. He struggled with groups, his strength lying in more personal, one-on-one conversations. Nayeon, in particular, watched him closely, unable to shake the feeling that he was still holding something back. She found his attempts well-meaning but couldn’t ignore the awkwardness.

Nayeon’s mind flashed back again, this time to a conversation she’d had with Mark shortly after meeting Diabolos for the first time. She had been sitting in his apartment, legs curled up on the couch, flipping through a magazine while Mark scrolled through his phone. The day had been long, full of rehearsals, but Nayeon couldn’t stop thinking about Jihyo’s new boyfriend and the awkwardness that had lingered after he left.

Mark noticed her distracted look and nudged her leg.

“You good?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Nayeon sighed, tossing the magazine onto the table. “I met him today.”

“Who?”

“Diabolos,” she said, her tone making it clear she wasn’t impressed. “Jihyo’s boyfriend.”

Mark’s interest was piqued. “Oh yeah? What’s he like?”

Nayeon leaned back, folding her arms. “He’s… stiff. Like, really stiff. I mean, he’s polite and all, but it’s like he doesn’t know how to be around people. Especially in a group. It was kind of uncomfortable.” She scrunched her nose at the memory. “I don’t know how Jihyo does it.”

Mark chuckled. “He sounds awkward.”

“He is,” Nayeon said, nodding in agreement. “But it’s weird because he’s trying so hard. He gave us all these little gifts, trying to find something to connect with each of us. And for some of the girls, it worked! Like, Mina was all about him because they both love Persona, and Dahyun was over the moon when he said she was his first bias. Even Sana seemed to like him because she respected how strategic he was about it all.”

Mark leaned back in his chair, smiling slightly. “So, some of the girls like him?”

Nayeon sighed, shaking her head. “Yeah, but I don’t know, I just… I still don’t get him. Maybe it’s because he’s so different from the guys we usually meet. He’s got this weird vibe like he’s holding back or something. It’s like he’s thinking too much instead of just being himself.” She frowned, picking at the fabric of her pants. “He kind of reminds me of someone who’s good in one-on-one conversations but sucks at group stuff.”

Mark gave her a thoughtful look. “Sounds like he’s not used to the whole ‘dating a superstar’ thing. Cut him some slack. He’s probably nervous.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Nayeon admitted, shrugging. “I mean, it’s not like he’s a bad guy. He just… doesn’t know how to act around us yet. I’m sure Jihyo sees something in him that we don’t.”

“Or maybe you just need to see him outside of the group,” Mark suggested. “Get to know him without all the pressure.”

Nayeon smirked. “You think I should take him on a date?”

Mark grinned. “Why not? It could be fun.”

Nayeon rolled her eyes but smiled at the idea. “I’ll think about it. Maybe he’ll surprise me.”

Observing Diabolos in the present, standing outside her apartment, Nayeon couldn’t help but compare him to the other “boyfriends” who had been introduced to their group over the years. Sana’s Broly was a hulking figure, massive and imposing, while Dahyun’s Dracul had an air of quiet mystery about him. Diabolos, on the other hand, didn’t possess the same overwhelming physique—he wasn’t as large or intimidating—but he was still taller than Tzuyu and moved with a strange, gentle intensity that was unnerving.

But none of that was what really got to Nayeon. What truly unsettled her was his gaze. His eyes, sharp and probing, seemed to cut right through her. It wasn’t that he was staring *at* her—it felt like he was staring *into* her. The way he looked at people was uncanny, as though he was trying to dissect their innermost thoughts, peeling away layers of who they were in search of answers. It sent a chill down her spine, making her wonder what series of events had shaped him into someone so serious, so deeply observant.

By the time they arrived at the restaurant, she was certifiably creeped out. His presence was intense, not in an aggressive way, but in the way he silently demanded your attention without trying. Before she could say anything, though, Diabolos sighed softly, breaking the tension.

“I know you're probably scared of me,” he said, his voice calm but direct. “I can see it in your eyes. But I would appreciate it if you could give me a chance to understand you.”

As he spoke, Diabolos stepped out of the car and quickly circled to help Nayeon out. She took note of how instinctively he moved to steady her, his hand lightly supporting her as she shifted her weight off her injured left leg. His touch was gentle but firm, careful. In that small moment, she saw a different side of him—someone who noticed the little things, someone who was thoughtful, even if he wasn’t saying much.

Inside the restaurant, Diabolos’s whole demeanor shifted. His stiff, intense posture softened as he smiled warmly at the woman behind the counter. It wasn’t the same calculating look he had when he interacted with the girls—it was genuine, a little disarming even. The woman glanced curiously at Nayeon, then back at him, clearly puzzled by the dynamic.

“She’s Jihyo’s friend,” Diabolos explained, the smile still on his face. “It’s her birthday, so I wanted to treat her to lunch.”

Nayeon’s skepticism cracked, just a little. Seeing this softer side of him—the way he could be so normal and relaxed with someone outside the group—softened her wariness.

“Oh, so Mr. Robot can smile,” she teased, crossing her arms and arching a brow.

Diabolos chuckled knowingly. “Yeah, and I’m not an alien, you know.”

Nayeon grinned, raising an eyebrow. “Could have fooled me.”

He scrunched up his face in mock annoyance, which caught Nayeon off guard. The expression was surprisingly endearing, making him seem less like a cold observer and more like a regular guy. “Oh yeah, just meet your favorite girl group of all time—girls you’ve had individual crushes on—and try to act normal, right?” he said, sarcasm dripping from his voice as they reached their table.

It was then that it clicked for Nayeon. As she watched him settle into his seat, she finally understood why Jihyo loved him. Diabolos wasn’t just some awkward, stiff guy trying to fit in—he was performing. Socializing wasn’t natural for him—it was something he’d learned, an art he practiced. He threw himself into it the same way Jihyo did, pouring every bit of himself into being someone people liked, someone they could connect with. But there was a difference. Jihyo’s warmth came from her heart; Diabolos’s charm was calculated, almost like a strategy.

The realization hit Nayeon like a wave. *No wonder he seems so intense.* Socializing was his stage, and the people around him were his audience. He adapted, shifting to fit the moment, making people smile, laugh, and relax. But underneath it all, it wasn’t really *him*—he was performing. And that’s when it clicked for Nayeon.

“Oh, you are dangerous, young man,” she said, her eyes narrowing as she sized him up.

Diabolos raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “Dangerous? What are you talking about?”

“You’ll do whatever it takes to make people like you,” Nayeon replied, her voice laced with a playful, but knowing edge. “You’ll bend, twist, adapt—whatever you need to do to connect with people. And you do it without a second thought to your emotional safety, because you’re terrified of being abandoned.”

For a moment, Diabolos’s expression faltered. Then, slowly, a smirk crept across his face, the facade slipping just enough to reveal a glimpse of the person beneath. “What good is being at the top if there’s no one to share it with?”

Nayeon’s eyes widened slightly at his response, a mixture of admiration and understanding creeping into her thoughts. “Oh, you and Jihyo are *extremely* dangerous together,” she said, shaking her head in disbelief.

The rest of the meal passed smoothly. Diabolos’s initial stiffness had melted away, revealing a kind flirt who was both charming and respectful. He made her feel special, appreciated even, but always with a clear boundary—his love for Jihyo anchored everything. Nayeon found herself liking him more than she expected. If she had been single and he hadn’t been with Jihyo, maybe, in another life, she could have fallen for him. But she loved Mark and Diabolos? He was destined for something else.

In the end, Nayeon relegated him to the role of a younger brother—a dangerous, intriguing younger brother—but a brother nonetheless.

She turned to her friend and her boyfriend her gaze taking on a seductive and lustful tone now that's settled I believe the two of you owe me my birthday Gift.” she said as she began to strip for them.

Jeongyeon and Mark both sighed annoyed before stripping themselves to indulge Nayeon’s desires.

Being the closest proximity to Nayeon and already undressed mostly Mark started by attaching his lips to Nayeon’s she moaned and smiled in between kisses as his hands wandered around her tight taught body.

“You like that my little naughty bunny?” Nayeon’s eyes dilate with desire as she nods. Jeongyeon isn't far behind as she comes in and smirks.

“So needy,” she teases before taking one of Nayeon’s nipples into her mouth. Nayeon moans as the two most intimate connections take care of her. She moans as Mark slides down to her other nipple and the two began sucking her breasts. It drove her crazy as her nipples were unusually sensitive, and the contrasting approaches pushed her to euphoric heights. Mark was gentle lightly nibbling and sucking on her whole breast whereas Jeongyeon was rough with her tearing into her nipple as if expecting milk like a petulant child. After 45 minutes of this unrelenting pleasure Nayeon couldn't take anymore “Oh fuck I'm..” she attempted but was cut off as she climaxed. She squirted all over Mark and her hardwood floors. She looked up at her two lovers mortified but all she could see in their eyes was ravenous lust. Mark picked up the young Korean woman and gently set her down on the bed before going in for the kill until Nayeon said, No stop I'm still too sensitive,” Mark nodded and began stroking his cock next to her when Nayeon had a sneaky idea she got behind Jeongyeon and began whispering into her ears as she massaged her breasts.

“Look at him. Don't you want to just bounce your sexy ass all over that big meaty cock?” Jeongyeon’s breath hitched as one of Nayeon’s hands began to wander lower to Jeongyeon’s dripping snatch. She moaned as

“I don't want to mess things up between you two,” Jeongyeon rasped.

Nayeon’s response was quick as an uncooked viper, “I want you to ruin us make us a mess at least for tonight,” she hissed as her list took over. It was enough to send the poor Jeongyeon so far in a lustful trance that she sashayed over to Mark (who was madly surprised and mounted him. As she sank into his cock she felt her mind warp and bend. She began slowly as bounced on top of him. Mark watched in a lustful haze as Jeongyeon took him all in. She felt the raw power of her femininity and how she could bend men to her will while on him.

“Am I too much for you,” Jeongyeon cooed teasingly as Mark lost himself in the ocean of lust and confusion. Jeongyeon bounced on a couple more times watching him unravel as Nayeon encouraged her.

“See look how you tear him apart with your sexy aura he can't take it,” she whispered and Jeongyeon smiled watching Mark moan and writhe under her. Nayeon having fully recovered planted her pussy on Mark's face before engaging in a deep lustful kiss with Jeongyeon. Jeongyeon’s mind broke with that kiss and Nayeon became a squirming mess as a result of Jeongyeon’s shift.

“Yes Mommy,” Nayeon moaned to everyone’s surprise as she felt Mark’s tongue maneuver in and out of her. Her sexual aura overwhelmed Nayeon and Mark reducing them to whimpering submissive messes for her, as she lost herself to her body’s demands.

“Are you gonna cum baby bunny,” Jeongyeon said to Nayeon as she watches Nayeon’s body tense. At the back of Jeongyoen’s mind, a need began to form. “I need a man to control like this. To love like this,” the voice said as she continued kissing Nayeon and bouncing on Mark’s cock . She notices a new blush from Nayeon when she calls her baby bunny. Jeongyeon smiles and lifts Nayeon’s chin to her. She looks deep into her lusted-over brown eyes and says

“cum for me Baby Bunny.” her words awaken something in Nayeon as the usually dominant woman falls into such an orgasmic subspace that she almost passes out. Jeongyeon smiles as she watches her friend climax over her boyfriend’s face. She basks in her sexual glow feeling reborn of sorts, and realizes she needs her own boy toy and girl toy. Before the couple can protest she gets up and leaves to plan her procurement of such entertainment. The two lovers sigh and breathe raggedly as they try to recover in each other’s arms.

A few days later It was a Saturday afternoon, and the four Twice members sat huddled in a corner booth of a quiet café across the street, their eyes glued to the couple seated on the patio outside. Jihyo and Diabolos were on a date, completely unaware of the four pairs of eyes spying on them.

“I still don’t get why we’re doing this,” Tzuyu muttered, sipping her iced Americano, though her gaze never left Jihyo and Diabolos.

“Because,” Nayeon said in a hushed tone, “we need to figure out what *exactly* Jihyo sees in him. I want to know what makes this guy tick.”

Jeongyeon nodded, her eyes narrowing as she watched Diabolos lean in to listen to something Jihyo was saying. “Yeah, he’s still kind of an enigma. I’m not convinced yet.”

Momo, perched beside Nayeon, giggled softly. “Plus, it’s fun to spy on them. Jihyo would do the same if it were any of us.”

“Exactly,” Nayeon agreed. “It’s all for research.” She winked, though her curiosity about Diabolos ran deeper than just a friendly snoop. There was something about him that made her want to understand him better.

As they watched, Jihyo threw her head back and laughed at something Diabolos said. Diabolos’ eyes softened, and for the first time, they saw him smile, not the polite or guarded one he often wore around them, but a genuine, warm smile. It caught Nayeon off guard.

“Did… Did he just make her laugh?” Momo whispered, blinking in surprise.

“Apparently so,” Jeongyeon muttered, now intrigued.

They all leaned in a little closer, trying to hear what was going on, but they were too far to catch any words. What they *could* see, though, was the ease with which Diabolos interacted with Jihyo. His body language had changed—less stiff, more relaxed, almost as if he could finally drop the act he put up in front of the others.

“Look at how comfortable he is around her,” Nayeon observed, a little amazed. “He’s not the same guy we’ve seen.”

“He’s like a different person,” Tzuyu remarked, her eyes following the way Diabolos gently touched Jihyo’s hand. “It’s like he’s more… open with her.”

Jihyo, true to her spontaneous nature, suddenly jumped up from her seat and tugged on Diabolos’s arm, urging him to follow her. She was animated, her extroverted energy shining through as she waved him along. Diabolos looked slightly amused but got up willingly, his expression one of quiet fondness as he trailed behind her.

“She’s dragging him somewhere,” Momo giggled. “Classic Jihyo.”

The four girls watched as Jihyo led Diabolos down the street toward a small park, their hands intertwining naturally as they walked. Despite Jihyo’s lively energy, Diabolos seemed to ground her, his presence calm and steady, like an anchor. The way he moved beside her, always a step behind but never out of sync, made it clear how attuned he was to her every move.

“He’s so… careful,” Jeongyeon noted. “Like he knows when to step back and let her take the lead.”

“But also, he doesn’t seem lost or overwhelmed,” Nayeon added. “He’s letting her be her extroverted, spontaneous self, and he’s supporting her without getting in the way.”

Momo leaned forward, eyes narrowing in thought. “I think I’m starting to get it.”

Tzuyu tilted her head. “Get what?”

“Their dynamic. He’s all about her. He’s calculating, but not in a manipulative way. More like… he’s constantly thinking about what she needs and how he can support her. Look at him.” She motioned toward Diabolos, who had just wrapped his arm around Jihyo’s shoulders as they strolled through the park, his other hand gently tracing the small of her back.

“He’s definitely an introvert,” Nayeon agreed, “but he’s warm. Soft-hearted, like you said, Momo. And he’s calculated in how he handles everything, but not emotionally closed off.”

The group fell silent for a moment, watching the way Jihyo seemed to light up around him, her usual exuberance matched by Diabolos’s quiet strength. They had the kind of connection that didn’t need words. Jihyo’s chatter filled the air as she pointed out various sights around them, while Diabolos simply listened, content in the moment. When she’d pause to look up at him, he’d smile or offer a soft comment that made her giggle. Their energy was different but perfectly balanced.

“Look how in tune they are,” Jeongyeon remarked softly. “Jihyo’s all energy and spontaneity, but he… he’s like a calm force beside her. It’s like he’s perfectly fine letting her be in the spotlight.”

“And when he does speak,” Nayeon added, “he’s precise. Everything he says is meant to make her feel understood. He’s always paying attention.”

Momo smiled, her earlier suspicions now confirmed. “They complement each other. She’s the light, and he’s the quiet fire that keeps things steady.”

Tzuyu nodded thoughtfully. “I didn’t think I’d say this, but… they really do fit.”

Just then, they saw Jihyo throw her arms around Diabolos in a playful hug, her laugh echoing in the distance. Diabolos’s serious expression softened further, and he hugged her back, wrapping her in a firm yet gentle embrace.

“That’s why she loves him,” Nayeon realized out loud. “He’s different from us—different from anyone she’s ever dated. But he gets her. He’s on her wavelength, emotionally, spiritually… They balance each other out.”

Jeongyeon smirked, glancing at Nayeon. “Guess we were wrong to be so suspicious.”

“Yeah,” Nayeon said, chuckling. “Turns out Mr. Robot has feelings after all.”

Momo grinned, watching the couple disappear further into the park. “I like him. He’s exactly what Jihyo needs.”

Tzuyu, still quiet, simply nodded in agreement.

Nayeon leaned back in her seat, a satisfied smile on her lips. “Well, looks like we’ll have to stop teasing her about him so much. He’s solid.”

As they sat there, still spying from their corner booth, they couldn’t help but feel a new sense of respect for Diabolos. He wasn’t what they had expected, and while he might’ve come across as stiff and awkward in group settings, it was clear that with Jihyo, he was completely himself. The calm to her storm. The introverted warmth to her spontaneous fire.

“Well,” Jeongyeon said, standing up and stretching, “now that we’ve got our answers, let’s head back before they catch us.”

The girls laughed softly as they gathered their things and slipped out of the café, knowing they’d seen something special that day—a glimpse of the real Diabolos, and the deep connection he shared with Jihyo.

As Diabolos and Jihyo continued walking through the park, completely engrossed in their world, Diabolos suddenly paused mid-step. His eyes flickered for just a moment, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

“What is it?” Jihyo asked, noticing the subtle shift in his demeanor.

Diabolos chuckled softly, shaking his head. “You really think I didn’t notice them?”

“Who?” Jihyo’s brows furrowed in confusion.

Diabolos tilted his head slightly, gesturing with a subtle nod toward a cluster of trees on the edge of the park, where the four Twice members were poorly hidden behind a bench and some foliage. Momo, Nayeon, Tzuyu, and Jeongyeon were huddled together, trying to remain inconspicuous but failing miserably.

Jihyo followed his gaze, spotting them instantly. Her eyes widened in surprise before she burst into laughter, doubling over as she clutched her stomach. “Oh my God, *they’re spying on us?*”

Diabolos nodded, amused. “They’ve been following us for a while. I just didn’t want to spoil their fun.”

Jihyo’s laughter grew louder as she playfully smacked his arm. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?!”

“I figured you’d get a kick out of it,” Diabolos said, his smirk widening as he watched her laugh uncontrollably. “Besides, they’re harmless. Just curious.”

Jihyo wiped a tear from her eye as she tried to regain her composure. “Oh, they’re so busted.”

Still giggling, Jihyo raised her hand and waved enthusiastically toward the girls, who immediately stiffened when they realized they had been caught. Nayeon’s eyes widened in shock, Momo awkwardly ducked behind Tzuyu (despite being too tall to hide), and Jeongyeon sighed in defeat.

“*Uh-oh,*” Nayeon muttered under her breath. “Busted.”

“You think?” Jeongyeon replied sarcastically, shooting her an exasperated look.

Jihyo motioned for them to come over, still laughing as she tugged on Diabolos’s arm. “Come on, let’s go confront them.”

As they approached, the four girls shuffled nervously, trying to look casual despite being caught red-handed. Momo’s cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, while Tzuyu shifted awkwardly, her long legs betraying her attempts to hide. Nayeon was the first to speak, her voice a mix of defiance and sheepishness.

“We were just... you know... out for a stroll,” she said, trying to maintain her composure.

Diabolos raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. “A stroll, huh?”

Jeongyeon sighed, rubbing her temples. “Alright, fine. We were spying on you. Happy?”

Jihyo snickered, unable to keep a straight face. “You guys are the worst spies ever.”

Momo finally peeked out from behind Tzuyu, her face still flushed. “We just wanted to... see for ourselves,” she admitted. “We were curious.”

“Curious about what?” Diabolos asked, though his tone wasn’t accusatory—more curious himself.

Jeongyeon shrugged. “About *you*. We didn’t really understand why Jihyo was so into you, so we figured we’d, you know, observe.”

“And?” Jihyo prompted, leaning in with a teasing grin. “What’s the verdict?”

Momo exchanged a glance with Nayeon before answering. “We get it now.”

Tzuyu nodded slowly. “Yeah. You guys... really fit together.”

Nayeon sighed, her usual playful bravado slipping into something more genuine. “Okay, I’ll admit it. You’re not as weird as we thought.”

Jihyo laughed again, but Diabolos simply gave a small, understanding smile. “Thanks, I think,” he said, his voice laced with humor.

Nayeon groaned. “No, I mean... It’s just that, at first, you seemed so stiff and awkward, you know? But seeing you with Jihyo... you’re different.”

Jeongyeon chimed in. “You two really complement each other. Like, she’s this burst of energy, and you’re... calm and grounded. But somehow, it works.”

Jihyo beamed at Diabolos, nudging him playfully. “See? I told you they’d come around eventually.”

Diabolos chuckled, his eyes softening as he looked at Jihyo. “I guess it just took a little spying to convince them.”

Nayeon rolled her eyes, though her smile was warm. “Okay, okay, you win this round. But don’t think we’re done with you yet.”

Jihyo grinned, wrapping her arms around Diabolos’s waist. “Oh, he can handle it. Trust me.”

Momo stepped forward, a bit more relaxed now that the tension had broken. “By the way, I love the hat you got me. It’s really cute.”

Diabolos smiled, inclining his head slightly. “I’m glad you like it.”

Tzuyu remained quiet but gave a small nod of approval, her reserved way of showing that she, too, was warming up to him.

As the group began to head back toward the café, Nayeon fell into step beside Diabolos, her earlier skepticism replaced by genuine curiosity. “So, Mr. Mystery,” she said playfully, “you’re not half bad. But don’t think we’re going easy on you just because Jihyo likes you.”

Diabolos smirked, meeting her gaze without hesitation. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

Later that night the girls all gathered for a karaoke night to celebrate Nayeon’s birthday properly.

The scene shifted later that night to a cozy karaoke parlor filled with the sounds of laughter and the hum of cheerful conversation. All the Twice members, their boyfriends, and Diabolos had gathered for an impromptu party to unwind. The vibe was light and relaxed, with the colorful neon lights bouncing off the walls, as Sana and Jeongyeon took the stage to belt out a song together, their voices harmonizing to the beat of a pop anthem. Momo cheered them on, raising her glass in celebration while Mina leaned back, enjoying the music, her arm resting on the back of her seat.

Diabolos sat quietly near the edge of the group, his eyes scanning the room. He felt out of place, not because he didn’t want to be there, but because he struggled with crowds. He preferred one-on-one interactions, which was why he mostly stuck to talking with Sana, Mina, Dahyun, and, of course, Jihyo. They were his comfort zone, the ones who had gotten to know him just enough for him to let down his guard slightly. Despite the festive atmosphere, he was still cautious and measured in every conversation, careful not to come off as too stiff or awkward.

Jihyo noticed his slight tension and smiled at him warmly, her hand brushing against his. “You doing okay?” she asked, sensing his inner restlessness.

Diabolos gave her a small nod, his lips curving into a faint smile. “Yeah, I’m good. Just… surviving.”

Before Jihyo could reassure him further, Nayeon suddenly clapped her hands, catching everyone’s attention. “Hey, wait a second!” she said, her eyes narrowing playfully at Diabolos. “He hasn’t sung yet!”

At her words, the rest of the group turned toward Diabolos, who immediately froze in place, his anxiety spiking. “I—uh—” He glanced at Jihyo for backup, but she only giggled, clearly enjoying the moment.

“That’s right! You’ve been sitting there all quiet,” Nayeon continued, her tone teasing. “We need to hear what you’ve got.”

Diabolos sighed, knowing there was no way out. “I’m not really a singer,” he mumbled, but the girls were having none of it. They all began chanting, pushing him toward the stage.

“Come on, Dio!” Chaeyoung chimed in, waving him forward with her hand. “One song won’t kill you.”

Reluctantly, Diabolos rose to his feet, his mind racing as he scanned the karaoke machine for a song. Most of the options weren’t in English, which only added to his apprehension. But then, his eyes landed on something unexpected—*Ice Nine Kills*. The song was “Take Your Pick,” a hardcore track with screamo elements. He grinned inwardly, his anxiousness slowly giving way to mischievous intent. Maybe he could scare them off with this one.

“I’ll sing this,” Diabolos said, selecting the track. Everyone exchanged curious glances as the opening riffs of the heavy, intense song blasted through the speakers.

As the song began, Diabolos threw himself into it with everything he had. His voice was powerful, guttural, and raw as he screamed the lyrics, leaning into the dark energy of the track. It was jarring—completely out of place in the fun, light-hearted environment of the karaoke party—but it was *him*, raw and unfiltered.

Most of the group was caught off guard, their mouths slightly agape as Diabolos shredded through the song with wild intensity. Even Nayeon, who had teased him into singing, looked like she didn’t know how to react. Mina was wide-eyed, and Sana’s hands covered her mouth in shock. But Jihyo, Chaeyoung, Tzuyu, and even Dahyun’s boyfriend, Dracul, were eating it up.

By the time Diabolos finished, breathless and grinning, the room fell into a brief stunned silence.

And then Jihyo, Chaeyoung, Tzuyu, and Dracul started chanting, “Encore! Encore! Encore!”

Diabolos blinked, still catching his breath, but the group wasn’t letting him off that easily. He groaned inwardly but couldn’t help but chuckle as he flipped through the song list again. This time, he chose something completely different. His fingers hovered over the screen before selecting “Perfect World” by Twice.

The reaction was immediate—Jihyo’s eyes lit up with excitement, while the rest of the group exchanged surprised glances, not expecting him to pick one of their songs.

As the familiar intro began, Diabolos closed his eyes, centering himself. He knew he didn’t have the vocal prowess of the girls, but he had his heart, and for this song, that was enough. He sang earnestly, pouring every ounce of passion and energy he had into the lyrics. His voice wasn’t perfect, but it was raw, filled with the same fire that Jihyo brought to her performances. Every word felt personal, as though he were singing not just to impress them, but to express something real and vulnerable about himself.

And in that moment, the girls saw it—what Jihyo saw in him.

It wasn’t about finesse or perfection; it was about heart. He wasn’t the most graceful or the smoothest, but Diabolos was someone who threw himself wholeheartedly into everything he did. His passion mirrored Jihyo’s, the same exuberance that fueled their relationship, the same zeal that connected them on a deeper level. Where Jihyo was spontaneous and vibrant, Diabolos was calculated and grounded, yet their personalities fused seamlessly in moments like this, where they both gave everything to what mattered most to them.

As Diabolos hit the final note, the room erupted into cheers, led by Jihyo, whose eyes shone with pride. Even Nayeon, who had been skeptical before, clapped enthusiastically, a knowing smile on her face. The other members exchanged looks of understanding—*this* was why Jihyo loved him. They weren’t just two people in love; they were two souls who balanced and energized each other, their differences complemented each other in ways no one had anticipated.

Diabolos, breathless once more, stepped off the stage and returned to his seat beside Jihyo, who immediately leaned in to kiss his cheek. “You were amazing,” she whispered, her smile radiant.

He shrugged, his face slightly flushed. “I tried.”

Nayeon leaned over from the other side, shaking her head with a grin. “Okay, okay. I get it now. You two are dangerous together.”

Jihyo and Diabolos exchanged a glance, both smiling at the unspoken truth.

“Yeah,” Jihyo said, her hand slipping into Diabolos’s. “We really are.”

A few days later, Momo and her boyfriend Daizo found themselves lounging on the couch in her apartment. The soft glow of the late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm light over the room. Momo had her legs draped over Daizo’s lap as they relaxed in the comfortable silence, the events of the last few days lingering in their thoughts.

Momo absentmindedly flipped through her phone, scrolling through pictures from the karaoke night and laughing softly at some of the more chaotic moments. Daizo, leaning back against the cushions, was quieter than usual, clearly deep in thought. After a few minutes, Momo finally broke the silence.

“You’ve been kinda quiet,” she said, looking up at him curiously. “What’s on your mind?”

Daizo exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. “Just thinking about everything… the karaoke night, Diabolos and Jihyo, the way the group’s been lately.”

Momo nodded, her gaze softening. She knew exactly what he meant. The past few days had been eventful, and meeting Diabolos had given everyone a lot to process.

“I didn’t expect Dio to fit in the way he did,” Daizo admitted, his voice thoughtful. “When we first met him, he seemed so stiff and awkward, but now I see why Jihyo’s with him. They just… make sense.”

Momo smiled, her fingers tracing light patterns on Daizo’s arm. “I know what you mean. It’s like… they complement each other, right? Jihyo’s always been this spontaneous ball of energy, and Dio’s more reserved, but they balance each other out in this really natural way. I saw it too—especially when he sang ‘Perfect World.’”

Daizo chuckled. “Yeah, that caught me off guard. You could feel how much he put into it. It wasn’t just about hitting the notes; it was about showing everyone who he really is.”

Momo’s gaze drifted as she thought back to that moment, her expression softening even more. “I think that’s why we all kind of understood him after that. We saw how much he loves Jihyo, and how he’s willing to put himself out there—even if it’s awkward or uncomfortable—because she means that much to him.”

Daizo nodded, his hand absentmindedly rubbing Momo’s leg. “It’s funny, though. I always thought Jihyo would end up with someone as lively and outgoing as her. But Dio? He’s so different. And yet, it works.”

Momo tilted her head, her eyes brightening with a mischievous glint. “You know, they say opposites attract.” She teased, poking Daizo in the side. “Like us.”

Daizo grinned, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Oh, so now we’re opposites?”

Momo laughed, shifting slightly to sit up and face him. “Well, you’re the serious, mysterious type, and I’m the fun, cute one. It’s basically the same thing as Jihyo and Dio.”

Daizo raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Serious and mysterious, huh? I’m pretty sure I’m fun too.”

“Sure, sure,” Momo teased, leaning in to peck his cheek. “You’re fun *and* mysterious.”

Daizo’s smile lingered for a moment before he grew a bit more contemplative again. “It’s just interesting, you know? Seeing how all of us interact with each other’s boyfriends. Diabolos… he was kind of a wildcard, but now that we know him a little better, it’s like everything’s falling into place.”

Momo nodded, her expression softening again. “It’s like he fits, even though none of us thought he would at first.”

Daizo sighed, his hand resting on hers. “I guess it goes to show you can’t always judge someone based on first impressions. Dio just needed time, and now it’s clear how much he and Jihyo care for each other. It’s actually kind of nice to see how everyone’s starting to warm up to him.”

Momo smiled warmly, leaning her head against Daizo’s shoulder. “Yeah, it is. And who knows? Maybe the next karaoke night, he’ll sing another Twice song. Or we can get him into *our* music.”

Daizo chuckled, his arm wrapping around her. “Now that would be something.”

They sat in a comfortable silence for a while, both reflecting on the way things had shifted within the group. As they settled in for the night Momo received a message from Jeongyeon

Sana leaned back against the headboard, her fingers lightly playing with her hair as she glanced over at Broly. He was sitting on the floor, his back resting against the bed, deep in thought, his massive frame looking almost out of place in the cozy confines of her room. His brow was furrowed in concentration, and Sana could tell he was mulling over everything that had happened in the past few days.

She smirked, watching him for a moment before reaching over to gently poke him on the shoulder. “What are you thinking about, big guy?”

Broly glanced up at her, his eyes softening the moment they met hers. “Just... everything,” he admitted, his voice deep and thoughtful. “Karaoke night, Diabolos, the way the group’s coming together. It’s been a lot.”

Sana laughed lightly, shifting so she could stretch out next to him on the bed. “Tell me about it. I didn’t think Dio would ever loosen up, but seeing him sing like that? He really surprised me.”

Broly nodded slowly. “Yeah, I wasn’t expecting that either. But you could see how much he wanted to connect with everyone. Especially Jihyo.”

Sana’s gaze softened as she thought back to the night. “I get why Jihyo loves him now. He’s got this... intensity. He’s quiet, but when he does open up, it’s like you can’t help but listen.”

Broly hummed in agreement. “He’s a lot like you in that way.”

Sana raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? How so?”

Broly smiled, his gaze flicking over to her as he tilted his head slightly. “You’ve got that same charm. People are drawn to you, even when you don’t say much. You’ve got a way of making everyone feel special.”

Sana grinned, clearly pleased with the compliment. “Well, what can I say? I’ve got skills.”

Broly chuckled softly, shaking his head. “You do. But you’re also just... you. And that’s enough.”

Sana’s eyes sparkled as she leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand, her gaze fixed on him. “Is that why you’re so smitten with me, Broly? Because I’m just me?”

Broly’s lips curved into a slow smile, his eyes softening as he reached out to take her hand in his. “Pretty much,” he said, his voice low and affectionate. “Though, I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t the whole package.”

Sana giggled, clearly loving the attention. “The whole package, huh? What’s your favorite part?”

Broly smirked, his thumb brushing over her knuckles as he leaned in just a bit closer. “All of it.”

Sana’s cheeks flushed slightly, but she wasn’t one to back down from a little playful flirting. “You’re smooth, you know that?”

Broly shrugged, clearly enjoying himself. “Only for you.”

Sana rolled her eyes, though her smile betrayed her amusement. “You know, I could get used to this. You compliment me all the time, doting on me...”

“Who says I don’t already do that?” Broly teased, his voice dropping slightly as he leaned in a little more.

Sana’s breath hitched slightly, though she quickly recovered, shooting him a playful look. “Well, you’re not wrong.”

Broly chuckled, leaning back slightly, though his hand remained intertwined with hers. “You’ve got a way of making things easy, Sana. Just being around you makes everything else feel... simple.”

Sana’s heart skipped a beat at the sincerity in his words, and for a moment, the usual playful banter between them softened into something a bit more intimate. She gave his hand a gentle squeeze, her voice quieter than before. “You make things easy for me too, Broly. I like being around you. A lot.”

Broly’s gaze softened even more, and for a moment, there was a comfortable silence between them. Then, of course, Sana couldn’t resist lightening the mood.

“But, I mean, it helps that you’re pretty easy on the eyes,” she teased, her grin returning.

Broly laughed, shaking his head. “Right back at you, beautiful.”

Sana leaned in, resting her forehead against his for a moment, their laughter fading into a more tender silence. “We’re good together, aren’t we?” she murmured.

Broly nodded, his voice was soft but certain. “Yeah. We are.”

For a few more minutes, they stayed like that, just enjoying the closeness and the warmth between them. Eventually, though, Sana couldn’t resist getting one last playful dig in.

“So,” she said, her tone lightening again, “you’re saying if we were at karaoke, you’d sing ‘Perfect World’ for me, right?”

Broly groaned, though there was a smile on his face. “Don’t push it, Sana.”

Sana laughed, leaning back and giving him a teasing look. “Come on, big guy. You know you’d do it.”

Broly’s grin widened as he stood up and scooped her into his arms effortlessly. “Maybe,” he said, his voice playful as he carried her toward the couch. “But only if you sing with me.”

Sana’s laughter filled the room, and for a moment, everything felt light and easy again. Just the two of them, perfectly in sync, just like always. Sana smiled as she kissed Broly again while her weak hand gently approached Broly’s hardening cock.

“Ooh someone is eager for me tonight,” Sana cooed and Broly nodded as he shivered when her hand reached his manhood. Sana smiled as she stroked him for a bit before pinning him to the bed. As she straddled him her eyes narrowed as she sank on his engorged appendage.

“Fuck you fill me up so well. I can feel your tip kissing my Cervix.” Sana moaned as Broly’s cock filled her pussy. She let him pin her as she adjusted putting Sana in the mating press position. Sana moaned as he thrust in and out of her. Sana’s breast bounced adorably as Broly pounded her pussy. As she did her slick began to fly everywhere. Sana smiled watching Broly be so focused on fucking her. Gone was the one pump chump, instead this Broly had stamina for days. Unfortunately for Sana, she didn't as in this position she always came quickly, and after a particularly strong thrust she came violently all over Broly’s cock. Broly smiled as Sana took a minute to recover as she did she got a message from Jeongyeon.

After everyone else had made their peace about Dio Jihyo had Diabolos all to herself in her apartment, and she intended to get her mileage out of his as she rode him.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned as she rode his cock reverse cowgirl her mighty mounds shook violently as his audacious ass bounced on his cock. Dio’s hands massaged Jihyo’s ass as she took her time riding him. He was merely a toy for her pleasure tonight. Her walls as always were tight as she clenched him close both with her hands and her pussy as she seductively looked back at him. Her gaze was too powerful and left Dio in a downward spiral as his orgasm raced to him. Jihyo smiled not reveled in the power and control she had over his body.

“You like that babe the way my pussy takes your dick?” she questioned her gaze lingering lustfully at him causing him to explode inside her leaving Jihyo euphoric as it pushed her over the edge and she came inside of him.

As they caught their breath Jihyo smiled as laid next to Diabolos. She began tracing his shoulder tattoos as she leaned in close.

“I appreciate your attempts to get to know my members better,” she said

Diabolos paused and considered his response before saying, “Despite my reservations about being close I can't help it. You all mean so much to me… too much to me that I can't help but be a try hard when it comes to being liked,” Jihyo smiled and said

“But that's who you are. You are a try-hard 1,000 percent and I don't want you to change that,” Dio chuckled as he brought Jihyo in for a kiss. As they relaxed Jihyo received a message from Jeongyeon.

Nayeon and Mark were lounging on the couch in their apartment, the soft glow of the evening sun filtering through the blinds. The day had been long, but their conversation had been focused on the most recent development within their group of friends: Diabolos.

“So… Dio,” Mark said, breaking the silence as he toyed with the sleeve of his hoodie. “What do you think of him now?”

Nayeon exhaled deeply, leaning her head back against the cushions. “Honestly? It’s still weird. I mean, he’s so different from the rest of us. The way he carries himself, the way he talks—it’s like he’s always analyzing everything. But... I don’t know. I kind of get it now. Jihyo loves him for a reason.”

Mark nodded thoughtfully, his arm draped lazily over the back of the couch. “He does seem pretty intense, but it’s like he’s trying so hard to make a connection. You can see it in the way he interacts with people. Calculated, sure, but not in a manipulative way. He just wants to be accepted.”

“Exactly,” Nayeon agreed, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on her leg. “I didn’t see it at first. He was so stiff and awkward—like a robot. But after karaoke, it clicked. When he started singing that Ice Nine Kills song, I realized how much he’s willing to put himself out there for Jihyo and us, even if he’s terrified of messing up.”

Mark chuckled softly. “Yeah, that was something. He looked like he was trying to scare everyone with that performance.”

Nayeon laughed, shaking her head. “And then he sang ‘Perfect World’ after. He’s full of surprises. I can see why Jihyo fell for him. They’re different, but they’re the same in the ways that matter. She’s always been spontaneous and out there, and he’s more calculated and reserved, but together they balance each other out.”

Mark smiled, leaning in closer to Nayeon. “It’s like he brings something new to the group. I know the girls are still warming up to him, but I think over time, he’ll fit in. You can tell how much he cares about Jihyo and how important it is to him that he connects with everyone. Even if he’s awkward, he’s genuine.”

“Yeah,” Nayeon said softly, her tone more thoughtful now. “It’s weird to think how different he is from the rest of the boyfriends. Broly and Dracul, they’re all so easygoing and immediately fit in. But Diabolos, he’s got layers, you know? He’s harder to figure out, but once you get a glimpse of who he really is, it makes sense.”

Mark nodded in agreement. “It’s like he’s always on guard, always thinking. But when he lets his guard down, even for a second, you can see that he’s just trying his best.”

Nayeon sighed, her expression softening. “Jihyo’s got a good one, though. You can see how much he loves her. And that’s what matters. I just hope the rest of the girls can see that too.”

“They will,” Mark said reassuringly. “It’s going to take time, but they’ll come around. He’s not like the others, but maybe that’s a good thing. He brings something different, and that might be exactly what the group needs.”

Nayeon nodded, feeling more at peace with the idea. “Yeah, you’re right. He’s not perfect, but he doesn’t need to be. As long as he makes Jihyo happy, I’m happy.”

Mark smiled, leaning over to press a soft kiss to her forehead. “You’re always the supportive one.”

Nayeon grinned, leaning into him. “I try. But I’ll still keep an eye on him. You know, just in case.”

Mark chuckled, pulling her closer. “Of course. Can’t have anyone slipping through the cracks with you around.”

Nayeon laughed lightly, but deep down, she knew that Diabolos was already starting to become a part of their world. It was just a matter of time before everyone else saw it too. As she and Mark settled in for the night she was surprised to receive a message from Jeongyeon.

Two hours earlier

Jeongyeon was feeling nervous as she waited for the couple to come. She was new to this BDSM stuff but something about being a dominant mommy with Mark and Nayeon had really awakened something within her, something that needed... appeasement. She sat in a comfy nightgown that hugged her figure maliciously. As it dug into her skin Jeongyeon felt her body betray her.

As the agreed-upon hour neared her body became ravenous for stimulation. This need melted away at her nerves and fed a different monster. She watched the clock and growled when she saw it tick after the time they were to start.

4 minutes later the door opened. Irene and Dani walked into the apartment and were blindsided by the smell of tropical fruit and dim candles. They smiled as they ventured deeper until reaching the main living room where she waited.

"You are late!" the Jeongyeon growled low. Irene and Dani's eyes meet her, and their jaws drop seeing the illustrious K-pop star fully bare.

[asaarii]

To Love. ft: makoto yuki (persona 3) reader: gn wc: 1193

MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD FOR THE END OF P3 BUT I HAD TO OKAY?? KNOW THAT U HAVE BEEN WARNED AND I WILL NOT BE HELD LIABLE FOR ANYTHING.

AND ANGST

I LOVE MAKOTO YUKI WITH ALL MY HEART SUE ME

Imagine… 

Being the one to hold Makoto Yuki in his final moments.

You know you should be in the auditorium with everyone else commemorating the graduation of your seniors, yet you can’t help but feel as though something is amiss, drawing you to the school’s roof. On the surface, everything seemed fine, perfect, even.

The cherry blossoms in the school entryway always bloomed beautifully this time of year, pink petals delicately swaying in the wind’s gentle caress before inevitably falling to the ground, lost among the sea of other petals who shared the same fate. 

“It’s not fair, they’re too pretty to fall that fast.” You recall complaining to your boyfriend during one of your many nights spent sneaking into his dorm. He looked at you for a moment with those seemingly all-knowing eyes of his, like, really looked at you. It felt as though he were picking you apart and carefully examining every inch of your mind, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away.

He’d always had that effect to him, even on the first day when he stumbled into the dormitory during the midst of the Dark Hour.

“Everything has its time,” he’d responded evenly. There was an underlying sense of melancholy in his cerulean gaze, though, you suppose that’s always been there. 

(That sense of longing to belong somewhere, even for just a hair’s breadth of time. You’d never know, but he was so happy that it was with you.)

You didn’t get much time to ponder it much at the time, having been pulled to his chest not a second later, where his heartbeat remains its steady, calming rhythm.

(“Shh, you’ll wake the others.” He lets out a faux yawn, trapping you against him to silence any complaints he was sure you’d voice. It’s only when you finally huffed out your surrender did he relents his surprisingly strong grip. He meets your glare with a cheeky, lackadaisical smile that has you unsure of whether or not you want to kiss him or strangle him.

You go for the former.

Makoto chuckles against your lips, melding against you like a puzzle piece meant specifically for you. A moment goes by filled with the soft sounds of your kisses and the occasional ruffle of fabric, and in that moment, no one but you or Makoto exists in the world.

He’s the first to pull away, pressing one final kiss against your temple. “It’s really getting late, you should rest. Don’t worry, I’ll be here when you wake up if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I’d beat your ass if you weren’t, Yuki.” You tucked yourself against his chest, almost instantly falling asleep to the beat of his heart.

You didn’t see the furrow of his brow or the slight downturn of his lips, but you did feel his arms wrap themselves around your form a little tighter, even in your sleep.

“I’ll hold you to it.)

Aigis stands beside you, looking towards the entrance of the school, just as you had. The two of you share a look, but you can’t exactly discern the emotion present in her eyes. You stare at her, trying to understand the message she’s so clearly conveying to you, and she remains unwavering beneath your stare.

The one-sided contest is only broken by a third person’s appearance. Both of you turn with varying degrees of surprise to find none other than Makoto Yuki stumbling through the door with an uncharacteristic amount of clumsiness. Aigis meets him halfway while you remain stunned at the guardrail, clenching the protective fence so tightly that you can feel the bruises bloom beneath the skin of your palm.

You aren’t sure when you started walking, but you soon find yourself in front of the duo, only managing to catch an ounce of what the android had mumbled in the SEES leader’s ear.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you like I promised…”

Though just barely a whisper, her words send a cold shock down your spine alongside a pain far worse than any injury you’ve suffered thus far.

What the hell was she talking about?

Makoto’s fine.

Right…?

Right?

I mean, he’s in front of you, physically at the very least. He’s breathing, and—oh gods, he’s looking at you. Aigis turns to you after following Makoto’s stare, and it’s then you realize that off-putting look in her eyes.

Sympathy.

Self-hatred.

Regret.

Emotions far too complex for a simple AI to comprehend, yet here she was, looking at you with those very same emotions thought not possible. But you still don’t understand why she’s looking at you like that, even if the answer is currently staring at you, fondness still present in his tired eyes as he looks at you like you’re the only thing that matters in this godforsaken world.

Aigis shifts his weight onto you, offering a curt bow with the promise of privacy for the two of you before making her way to the opposite end of the roof. 

At first, you can’t look at him, knowing that if you do, your worst nightmares will come to fruition, but his gentle hand guides your eyes to his, just as he had so many times before. And even if his visage begins to blur from your tears, his voice still rings, clear and steady, bringing the slightest hint of comfort to your despair.

“Hi.” He starts quietly, wiping away a tear that streaks your cheek, though many follow suit, despite his best efforts.

“Hey.”

“Missed you.”

“I’m right here, silly.” You take a moment to gather yourself, leaning into his hand as you furiously wipe your eyes. The tears don’t stop though, and you don’t think they will for a good while.

A silence falls between the two of you, neither comforting nor tense. The two of you look up as the wind picks up, carrying bounds of cherry blossom petals in its wake. You could hear the distant howl of a dog and the clamor of steps, but all you could focus on was him.

“I still think they’re too pretty to be gone so soon.” This time, however, you don’t only speak of the fall of the cherry blossoms.

“Me too.”

You clutch his blazer, awkwardly leaning down to press your lips to his in a farfetched hope of breathing back some life into him.

The kiss itself is a far cry from romantic with your tears and Makoto’s waning energy giving way to an awkward meld of lips and the occasional hiccup on your end.

It’s still full of love, nonetheless.

He’d become such an integral part of your life in such a small amount of time, all for it to be taken away from you just as quickly. You rest your forehead to his as you lay him on your lap, “I love you. I love you so much, Makoto… I-I don’t know what I’ll do without you.”

“I love you too…” His breath is starting to become shallow, and his eyes are starting to droop. “‘M tired…”

“Rest for now, Makoto. Don’t worry, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“I’ll hold you to it.”

©asarii 2024 — do not copy, steal, repost, or translate any of my works on tumblr or any other site

[spirit-girl-nijisanji]

Rivals or so they thought

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➼ Pairing - Luca Kaneshiro x GN!Vtuber Reader

➼ Content - Established relationship, Playful rivalry, fluff & hopefully half correct translations (I know Japanese, a little bit of Swedish and the others I'm still a beginner in but I'm learning so if something isn't translated right, I apologize, I tried my best~! English translations will be included :3)

➼ Ft. Ike Eveland, Ver Vermillion, Vezalius Bandage, Enna Alouette, Mika Melatika, Nina Kosaka and Reimu Endou

➼ ⚠️ Please remember I only write for the personas you see on your screen. I do not and will not write for the people behind the models. Please also remember that behind the models there are very real people with very real emotions. Please be respectful towards our beloved Nijisanji EN livers and do your best to separate the real people from the persona reflected on your screen. Thank you so much and enjoy the story ⚠️

➼ Summary - You debuted in Nijisanji as another mob boss. You were known as Luca's rival in your lore. Behind the scenes, your lore couldn't be more wrong. And it all comes out during one stream... ─═──═──═──═──═──═──═──═──═──═──═──═──═──═──═

Today was the day you debuted, you sat at your desk going through your slide show, letting the viewers get to know you;

" As you know from my lore, I am another mob boss. " You said with a smile looking at your character reference sheet before looking over at the chat;

Chat: ChairKun223: Luca's rival right? What's that like YVT/N?

You couldn't help but smile at the question, adjusting yourself in the chair you hummed softly thinking about a good response,

" I admire him, he and I are polar opposites. He's always smiles. I know when to be serious when it counts. He views his work as play. " You said trying to sound bitter. The image of your golden retriever like lover popped into your head and you had to fight back a fond smile to stay in character for your debut.

You spent the next hour going through the rest of the slide show and talking to chat. Finally ending, your door flung open and your chair was spun around before you were grabbed up off the chair and spun around in a tight hug;

" YOU WERE SO POG BABE! " The one and only Luca Kaneshiro beamed hugging you tight and spinning you around. Your laughs echoed in the room hugging him back.

Despite being rivals in your lore, you were the blond mafia boss's lover and you had been with him long before you debuted, hell you've been together long before HIS debut. He adored you and you adored him. It was hard not to, his puppy like personality and his sense of humor. You two just clicked. Of course your friends and co workers knew about your relationship with Luca and they fully supported you, you hadn't made your relationship public so neither the Lucubs or your community knew about you and Luca.

" Thank you my love! I could hear you watching my stream in the living room. " You said with a cheeky smile, causing him to blush ever so lightly. He set you back down on the floor and he place a soft loving kiss on your cheek.

" I wish we didn't have to hide our relationship! The Lucubs would be so happy that we're together! " Luca whined and grasped your shoulders shaking you lightly.

" I know, me too but gotta make the lore seem real ya goof. " You replied holding onto his wrists as he shook you lightly as not to hurt you.

The next year was full of so many fun collabs with Luca and other streamers. You always had so much fun with the other NIJI EN members. Spending time with them both on streams and outside of streams. You remembered being a simple viewer at one point, watching the NIJI EN talents and wishing you could do what they do and be apart of their world (Little mermaid reference XD ANYWAYS-). And not long after Luca introduced you to Tazumi san, you were given an opportunity to audition and be apart of NIJI EN which you jumped at right away. When you were accepted, Luca was over the moon. He couldn't stop talking about it for days and he even helped you get a model commission and helped you write your lore.

There came a day when you organized a goose goose duck collab, wanting to do another collab with language switch ups, You invited Ike, Ver, Vezalius, Enna, Mika, Nina and Reimu and Luca wanted to tag along and watch the game in VC, you being the sucker you are, agreed to let him sit in. And of course you assigned each a language, You would be sticking with Japanese, Ike had Swedish, Ver had Korean, Zali had French, Enna had Chinese, Mika had Indonesian, Nina had Russian and Reimu was given Spanish. Since you had watched the other collab the language switch up was used in, you knew this was about to get chaotic but you were also incredibly excited. Everything was set up and stream started;

" Alright~! Hello everyone! So as you can see, we're doing another goose goose duck stream with the language twist, so would everyone like to introduce themselves in the languages they were given? " You asked with a smile, Ver deciding to start out;

" Hi everyone, my name is Ver Vermillion, I'm speaking in Korean! 안녕하세요 여러분! 내 이름은 Ver Vermillion, 저는 한국어로 말하고 있습니다! (Hi everyone, my name is Ver Vermillion, I'm speaking in Korean!) "

Ike jumped in straight after Ver,

"Hello everyone, I am Ike Eveland, a Virtual Novelist from Nijisanji EN and part of Luxiem! And one more time, I am talking Swedish. Hej alla, jag är Ike Eveland, a virtuell romanförfattare från Nijisanji EN och en del av Luxiem! Och en gång till, jag är talar Svenska. (Hello everyone, I am Ike Eveland, a virtual novelist from Nijisanji EN and part of Luxiem! And one more time, I am talking Swedish.) "

Zali followed suit with his introduction,

" Hi, hi everyone! My name is Vezalius Bandgae or Zali and today I am speaking French! Salut, Salut tout le monde~! Mon nom est Vezalius Bandage ou Zali et aujourd’hui Je suis parlant français! (Hi, Hi everyone! My name is Vezalius Bandage or Zali and today I am speaking French!) "

Next was Nina,

" Hello, my name is Nina Kosaka. Russaian will be my language. Привет, Меня зовут Nina Kosaka. Русский будет быть мой язык ( Hello, my name is Nina Kosaka. Russian will be my language.) "

Then came Mika,

" My name is Mika Melatika. I speak Indonesian. Nama saya Mika Melatika. Saya berbicara Indonesia (My name is Mika Melatika. I speak Indonesian.) "

Enna chimed in,

" Hello, my name is Enna Alouette. I speak Mandarin Chinese. 你好, 我叫 Enna Alouette. ���说话 普通话 中文. (Hello, my name is Enna Alouette. I speak Mandarin Chinese.) "

Now Reimu jumped in,

" Hello my name is Reimu Endou~! I have been chosen to speak Spanish. Hola mi nombre es Reimu Endou~! He sido elegido para hablar español. (Hello my name is Reimu Endou~! I have been chosen to speak Spanish.) "

And finally you gave your introduction,

" Good morning everyone~! My name is YVT/N! I speak Japanese for this collaboration~! おはようございます 皆さん~! 私の名前は YVT/N! 私は日本語を話します 対して これ コラボ~! (Good morning everyone~! My name is YVT/N! I speak Japanese for this collaboration~!) "

And of course no line of introductions would be complete if Luca didn't chime in to introduce himself,

" HIIIIII GUYS! I'm Luca Kaneshiro! I am just gonna be spending some time in the VC while my game downloads and if it finishes before the collab is over, YVT/N said I could speak backwards so I'm not completely understood, POGGGGGGGGG!!! " He said happily causing the rest of the people in the collab to snicker at his enthusiasm.

" Right~! With introductions out of the way, let's get the first round started! Good luck everyone~! " You beamed as the game began.

And of course, as expected, it was complete chaos. There was zero understanding between anyone. You were walking around trying to find a task before stopping, seeing Enna and Nina having some sort of stand off but not understanding a word either woman was saying.

Within a few rounds, Luca finally was able to join into the fun. The new round started, You ran past Ver being chased yelling in Korean by Ike who was yelling in Swedish but of course you didn't understand what either of them were saying. Before running into Luca who was standing over a dead Enna,

" LUCA! 殺しましたか Enna!? (LUCA! Did you kill Enna?!) " You said backing away

" Tahw?! I nod't dnatsrednu tahw ruoy gniyas TVY/N! (What?! I don't understand what your saying YVT/N!) " Luca stammered out, barely able to get through a sentence.

Hearing Luca struggle at getting a sentence out backwards was enough to cause you to snicker,

" 体の上に立つ Luca! 他に誰が殺しただろう Enna?! (Your standing over a body Luca! Who else could have killed Enna?!) " You said quickly going to report Enna's body.

⚠️ EMERGENCY MEETING ⚠️

" 私は見つけた Luca 立っている Enna's 体! (I found Luca standing over Enna's body!) " You spoke out

" Nina jagade mig! (Nina was chasing me!) " Ike called out

" Мне показалось, что я вижу Ike убей кого-нибудь, чтобы я последовал за ним (I thought I saw Ike kill someone so I followed him) " Nina said trying to be heard over the wave of voices

You could see your chat going nuts over the complete chaos this collab was. No one could understand each other and communication was just dead in the water. As the round went on, people were voted out and in the end, the goose ended up winning and the goose turned out to be Ver. Back in the lobby, voices rung out and everyone was finally able to understand each other, everyone was laughing. Luca walked over to you and spoke,

" BABE! I TOLD YOU IT WASN'T ME THAT KILLED ENNA! " He yelled, faking being hurt

It took a second to realize what Luca had said but when it registered, you looked back to your chat.

Chat: Chairkun223: DID LUCA JUST CALL YVT/N BABE?! YVT/NSimp: OH MY GOD Luca'sJacket44: ARE THEY TOGETHER?! LucaxYVT/NOTP: AWWWH~!

Your jaw hit your desk and you couldn't help but nervous laugh,

" L...luca, we're still live. " you said, your eyes still glued on your chat

" What? What I say? " He asked before he looked at his own chat and realized his mistake.

Both chats were going wild with questions and people squealing over the fact that YVT/N and Luca were a couple. It took a few seconds before the others in the collab realized what happened since you and Luca had gone silent. The rest of the collab was filled with you and Luca trying to go the rest of the collab without looking at the chats, each time you ran into another person in the collab, you could only assume they were teasing you since you couldn't understand a word being said.

The end of the collab came, everyone said their goodbyes and you said goodbye to chat, Luca ran in and hugged you apologizing for outting the relationship during the collab and of course you reassured him that it was okay.

From then on, Luca made sure he was incredibly loving even in streams, he was shameless in letting chat know how amazing he thought you were and how much he loved you.

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Requests!

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Hello, hello all! I am officially opening my requests on this account and will be going over little fine details, blah blah blah, you know the drill.

If you came from my old blog—perfect! You already know!

Anywho, here is the info for new people!

Fandoms:

My Hero Acadamia

Bungou Stray Dogs

Haikyuu

Genshin Impact

Honkai: StarRail

Tears of Themis

HunterXHunter

Jujutsu Kaisen

Baldur’s Gate 3

Persona (3, 4, 5)

Tokyo Revengers

Length:

Anything from 100-1000 will probably take me less than a week to write, so I will likely post it within seven days of me accepting the request

1k+ MAY take me more than a week to post since I am still a humble college student🙂‍↕️

If it is multiple people, it will likely take me at least a week to post (it really depends idk)

If it’s from my main fandoms (ie. BSD, MHA, GI) I will likely post it quicker!

Type’s:

SMAU’s are open to multiple characters from multiple fandoms for a request. (ex. pranking them ft. Dazai, Fyodor, Kaeya, Choso…)

Written short scenarios will be the same as the previous.

I may write 18+ content on the occasion, but it really depends on if I am comfortable with it or not. For now, 18+ WRITTEN requests will be closed. SMAU’s are not, for now. (None of this applies to Persona 5 as they will always be closed off. Persona 3 + 4 would open since they are over age in the Persona 5 timeline) (A/N: P5 takes place about a decade after P3)

Lengthy requests are usually for a few characters, but I am willing to write for more than 4! This does not include full-length fanfics!!! I do not accept them, as they take quite a long time to complete. (Ex. 5+ chapters with 1k+ words in each)

Character x Character depends on which ship it is, but I write for basically anything (except pro ships and weird ships)

Rules:

Just don’t request anything weird or illegal bro😭

Alright go crazy people #lovey’all #will do almost anything for y’all since ur the reason I’m still motivated

[getlancered]

welcome to my 1 million turnabout bigtop headcanons

russell berry:

actual personality description because in the game he just kind of dies. stoic, generally serious man. bit of a blank slate to talk to. secretly TERRIFIED of confrontation, will do just about anything he can to avoid every problem in his life. this is not to be confused with avoiding responsibility, because he is the bossiest motherfucker around besides maybe trilo. runs the circus with an iron fist. no problems to fix if you never let them happen in the first place!

AUTISM

british weirdo

actually pretty connected in the entertainment industry

when he’s not wearing a suit he usually wears sweaters

takes first impressions so so seriously

DEAD wife that hes still not over

her death is unrelated to the circus because i think he wouldve shut that down in one singular second if it was

the circus was a passion project of her and moe’s, but russell was the only one competent enough with money and people that he ended up basically running it. neither of them wanted to do the technicalities

he wont consider his sexuality because he only loves his dead wife

moe:

nickname comes from highschool and the shit he used to get into, fabricated an identity to some stranger after vandalizing their house and it just stuck

took “class clown” a little too seriously

used to be an actual stand up comedian but being a party clown is just wayyyy easier

manchild. very silly and not serious all the time. completely aware of it by the way and encourages whimsy in the world

most insufferable case of hyperactive ADHD in the world

cannot sit normally anywhere ever

has many little odd hobbies

owns a bunch of really stupid graphic/text tshirts that do not apply to him in the slightest

likes to carry around those little plastic toys with the metal ball and a maze that u tilt around to solve. also those little water games where u push the button to try and get the rings on the hook. do u guys know what im talking about

can and will juggle any 3 items he can get his hands on

clings to russell all the time. follows him around. absolutely hates being alone so russell is his solution

gay as fuck for russell berry. this is not a secret. at all.

helped russell out with regina quite a bit, esp after his wife died

fine at confrontation unless it is of his own emotional issues

max galactia’s #1 hater

regina berry:

AUTISM

british loser too but fakes a french accent because it’s cuter and more posh

very good at imitating accents!

absolutely not mentally 16. very ditzy and carefree and childish

is not at all prepared for genuine reality because she was raised and surrounded her entire life by the members of the circus

very athletic!

has personalities for each of her animals and talks to/treats them like people

her mom died when she was 6, this is where her belief of dead people being stars comes from because russell genuinely could not tell her the truth

also why she wasn’t that upset about her lion or bat

closest to acro in the circus and still considers them to be best friends despite acro genuinely despising her

automatically assumes everyone is her friend unless they do or say something that shows otherwise

moe calls her “tiger” because she got facepaint as a kid and kept it on for days while acting like a tiger

amazing gift-giver

crow girl. drawn to anything and everything sparkly

enjoys those really elaborate lego sets

ben/trilo:

ft my backstory headcanon for how he entered the circus because its never established

AUTISM

trilo is ben’s non-loser persona essentially

ben has had severe social anxiety since childhood

^ where the stutter comes from

met moe as a teenager at his little sisters birthday party, was genuinely curious about how he can just go up on a stage in such a ridiculous get-up. talk to people. be social. he did not get it

when russell started the circus, he wanted to join and gtfo from his house

probably the neglected child to his little sister i think

joined the circus shortly after regina was born and was kind of the de facto babysitter so he considers regina his actual little sister (LIKE A NORMAL PERSON.)

trilo was created for regina when she was born. ben was kind of like a babysitter to her and made up a gag with this puppet and slapstick comedy to keep baby regina entertained. the whole circus loved it and trilo stuck!

what was once a coping mechanism became a depedancy. the only people he can speak to without trilo are the circus members

because he and the circus treats trilo like a completely separate being for his act and for regina, he never worked up the nerve to talk to people. there was no practice there because trilo isn’t him

doesn’t absolutely despise max because max is essentially like if moe was less obnoxious. flamboyant and outgoing and actually helpful!

great impressionist

max galactica:

entered the entertainment industry as a teenager after being scouted in high-school

genuinely does not give two shits about what other people think about him because he knows theyre all wrong. self-centered asshole

BAAAD anger issues. frequently smashes plates over dinner arguments. raises his voice quickly

only person spared from his eternal rage is regina berry

not getting his way makes him like genuinely upset

loves to threaten to quit to make everyone do what he wants

probably some sort of personality disorder

in a beautiful world he goes to therapy

he does actually genuinely want them to all be better performers but he’s literally terrible at showing it LMAO

lover of really obnoxious and clearly fabricated reality TV

massive drama whore. gossiper like no other.

the worst cook you’ve ever met in your life

drag queen!

into loser men (benjamin woodman)

acro/ken:

AUTISM

would both kill and die for every single member of the circus

including regina. not the kind of person to ever hold such a deep grudge so this is a first for him and he has very mixed feelings about it all

he gets physical therapy and his life is better ♥️

very emotional but great at regulating his feelings and self reflection. also great poker face!

terrible at accepting anyones act of kindness no matter how big or small. feels like he always has to pay everything back

tends to hide himself away if he is genuinely upset enough to the point of not being able to hide it

extremely observant person. in both behaviors and physical settings. always knows what to look for and what is out of place

very blunt but not. rude. just sort of speaks his thoughts and feelings. either honest about what he feels or dead silent

terrible liar

“will listen to anything” music kind of guy

actually quite prideful but like. in a healthy way.

tanktop wearer duh this we know but just generally a hater towards long sleeved shirts

decent artist! fun little hobby for him

[tinukis]

FINALLY SHOWING OFF MY COLLECTION !!! i finally reorganized a little bit buuut it still feels incomplete... anyway!! it's a mix of one piece and pokemon... ft other things but mostly one piece

FIRST SHELF:

again, mostly pokemon and one piece. i've been collecting pokemon plushies/merch in general since 2018. and to be completely honest with you, i feel like my life didnt start until 2018. i have no recollection of anything at least irl before 2018... i have a bunch of pokemon plushies still that arent even on here or theyre just hiding from sight! (like behind gladion is a steven stone plushie nfmshd) OH AND I HAD MY GLADION AND MIKO PLUSHIE MADE !! i just drew it and then gave the designs to a manufacturer :3 my next goal is to make another two but with their alt outfits this time :D

also on the top shelf, other than the action figures and plushies, are artbooks! for original sun/moon, usum, scarlet/violet, and it's hard to see but artbooks for the great ace attorney/dai gyakuten saiban as well !! also the gladion acrylic standee blends in well with wano zoro jfkdhjd omg do yall think gladion could do a closet cosplay of zoro (miko got him to do it <3)

also im not rlly big on pop funkos, theyre just gifts <3

AND TWO BINDERS OF POKEMON CARDS... i dont play i just collect them bc i like pretty art

SO UM. SECOND SHELF. one shelf dedicated to zolu, asl, and ace and sabo :3 behind the zolu figures are tiny plushies of them and rubber straps but well, its hard to see em </3

i got into one piece since like. early september and now i have an entire display dedicated to one piece 😭 + other things like persona lol

feat my pokemon boxes and unboxed one piece figures. ofc, this isnt Everything i have but it's Mostly everything

the last two things i'll show and the second post wont be posted until i update my stuff more

so heres my poorly made luffy cutout that was literally made with sweat and tears... in fact i startwd this project like a WEEK after starting one piece 😭😭😭 thats how you know i was strapped in for life

and my corkboard!! some cool one piece works and the wano zolu sc :3 it's really cool to have these things hfmhdjd

the ace print, frobin charms, rubber pins, and stickers i just pinned on are stuff i got from a con. everything else from jp mercari !!

tbh, the sealed gladion acrylic standee is like my most prized treasure... not that i dropped hundreds on it but i got it for a lot cheaper compared to the other sealed ones online :'D + his postcards too are one of my most prized possessions... i wonder who my favorite pokemon character is

honestly idk what to fill the empty space in with but i wanna balance out this corkboard with pkmn and OP so maybe i'll try to hunt for more pkmn stuff

this is all i'll share for now but the next post will show my two ita bags that i have :0 !!! and my comically large arcanine plushie that i named ace 😁🫶

[rabbitenn]

Hello! GakuXReader where reader is his friend who is sooooo tired of people assuming that they're in a relationship with Gaku and it's preventing them from actually getting into a relationship and think Gaku is just as bothered but Gaku actually likes them?

Your blog is so much fun!

MY PRECIOUS WORLD.

Maybe everyone’s rumors were just a prediction for the future.

ft. Yaotome Gaku x gn! reader.

cw/genre: romance, fluff, friends to lovers.

hello, nonnie ! thank you for your request <3 I’m glad you think my blog is fun :) I apologize for the long wait in completing this, I hope you still like it, dear. 🤍

— It started as something that happened occasionally, at cafes or restaurants; it didn’t surprise you anymore hearing “and what will the lovely couple order?”

— At first, you stumbled over your words to deny such statements, cheeks burning at the implications, especially worried they would bring baseless drama into your good friend’s life.

— Yaotome Gaku. The man you know like the back of your hand, on and off stage. How long ago did you two meet again? You think you were probably toddlers, bruises on your knees and chocolate stains on your shirts.

— Yes, he was kind of… your best friend, you suppose.

— Except whatever it is you feel for him is more than friendship at this point, thus, meaning the rumors are indeed not entirely a hoax the media made up.

— The problem is you can never, never, make these feelings known to him or to anyone else.

— Especially not right now of all times, with the media’s eye set on you two

— Because you know how annoying it must be for him to be mistaken as your boyfriend so often.

— At first, he politely denied it with a soft voice, so unlike his deep tone… Surely he’s so bothered about people making these kinds of remarks, seeing how he’s stopped deflecting the speculations anymore, instead just offering a cordial smile.

— But why do his steel hued eyes shine when the word ‘couple’ is used to refer to you and him?

— It must be your foolish heart and treacherous feelings playing tricks on you, yes.

— And yet, considering how close you two were, you certainly hadn’t payed much attention to his facial expressions in moments when it was just you and him.

— Whether working on your respective tasks or existing peacefully together, enjoying tranquil hobbies, it was not uncommon for the leader of TRIGGER to steal the occasional (every time more frequent) glance in your direction, constellations of you and him shining in his gaze every time he beheld you.

— But can he tell you? The way he feels… What if you think he’s playing with you, given all the rumors circulating already?

Perhaps jumping head first was the answer…

♡

The mid-autumn chill kisses your skin, faded street lights allowing for some of the stars to peer into the tranquil night below.

The sign perched over the entrance of the soba shop is illuminated in cold light, its glow akin to a trail of moonstone pebbles leading you to the place where your heart felt warmest.

Your lips curl into a smile, as you see the one you came looking for just parking the store’s motorcycle by the door, his uniform still on.

You knew how he sometimes pretended to be just a regular guy, shipping soba orders here and there, claiming “I’m not that handsome” when inquiries regarding his stage persona were inevitably uttered.

“Hey there, delivery boy.” You greet him, arms crossed, pulling your jacket closer to your form.

The ‘delivery boy’ in question turns around, sharp moonlight eyes crinkling up in a mirror image to the crescent rising over a backdrop of deep indigo.

And you could never deny that the smile he gifts you causes for heat to rise up your neck.

A feverish dream, lasting only for a few instants, scattered like rose petals, when you realize the magnitude of the earthquake you two being in a relationship could ensue.

Besides, you’re sure it’s one sided.

Oh, how wrong you were.

“Hey, [Y/n]…” Gaku calls you. He’s grateful for the poor illumination partially concealing the blush already forming across the bridge of his nose and his cheeks.

You tilt your head to the side, looking up at him.

“What is it, Gaku?”

He clears his throat, brows a little furrowed as he looks to the side.

“I… Uh… Ehem… Can I ask you to… wait for me for a bit? While I get changed. There’s something I’d like to… discuss with you.”

You stare at him, a little baffled. Gaku could be a tad awkward at times, but it was unusual for him to stumble over his words this much. And what’s this he has to discuss with you? Has he finally snapped because of all the people mistaking you two for a couple?

“Okay.” You nod, meekly.

And, are you seeing things, or did his smile just widen at your agreement?

“Come inside, we can’t have you catching a cold now.” The idol suggests, a hand on the small of your back. “I mean, in the lobby. Not like, inside the changing room.” Your friend lets out, his reddened cheeks now on full display thanks to the shop’s lighting.

You chuckle, the sound alone enough for Gaku to pause for an instant, admiring the way your eyes close and your lips tilt upwards.

Oh, how he’s dreamt of taking those lips in his.

And perhaps he planned for this to go differently, with him wearing his best clothes, the poetry of ‘may I have the honor to love you?’ adrift beneath a starry sky.

But, right now, Yaotome Gaku is afraid he might lose heart.

So he halts his steps, turning around, his solemn gaze of argent stardust fixated on you.

“Or you know what… Let me tell you now.”

“Is there anything wrong, Gaku? Did something happen?” Your brows knit together in concern, as you unconsciously reach forward and take one of his hands in both of yours.

“You’re so warm… are you feeling alright?” You ask.

Your cluelessness was truly endearing sometimes, he thinks.

“I’m okay.” The idol smiles, his hand leaning against the touch of yours. “Just… I want to ask you something.”

Your stare fixates on his, the almost midnight sky at a standstill outside the old establishment’s windows.

“What would you say if I asked you… What if… No.” He brings his free hand to his forehead. “Okay, don’t hate me for this, please.” Are the last words you hear before he tugs on your entwined hands and his lips crash against yours. His other hand cups the back of your head, pulling you closer to him, until the constellation of your longing fuses into a supernova of eternal waiting that finally paid off.

Your eyes go wide at first, air stolen from your very lungs.

You don’t need it now, though. Not as long as Yaotome Gaku’s lips are breathing life into your own with his searing kiss.

Your lids flutter closed, a balmy daze clinging to you as your hands grab the front of his shirt for support.

Well, his message definitely came across.

And by the way you react, it seems like your answer is a rotund affirmation.

Gaku’s grandparents agree, as they silently peek through the ajar kitchen door, the dancing embers of young love, so heartwarmingly sweet.

[fern-writes-whump]

Fernnn I’m back with more promptsss

“Caretaker no! It’s not worth it-“ *gets tazered*

“She’s not looking to good, hero. Better make a choice fast. Her… or the world?”

(Used as bait trope. Caretaker/hero x whumpee villain whumper) all of our favorite things. HAPPY WRITING

YES this is great thank youu ✨✨✨ I ended up slightly off script here but I hope you like it <3

warning for violence and captivity, please tell me if I should tag more stuff ! ft generic Hero, Villain & Supervillain bc I still haven't made super ocs lol

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Villain was starting to lose what little sliver of optimism had rubbed off on her from Hero. She was kneeling at the top of a skyscraper, in a fucking shock collar, and with a gun pointed at her head. Not to mention the concussion Supervillain's men had most likely caused her on their way there. All to say: she wasn't looking good and she sure as shit didn't feel it.

"Did you really think I wouldn't find out about this rat, Hero?"

Ah, that too. She wasn't stupid, of course double-crossing Supervillain couldn't last and it was a miracle she managed it as long as she did. But it wasn't like her line of work allowed her to put in a two weeks now, did it? She wanted out, and Hero said he could help her if she helped him first. And what a great deal that was.

"You don't have to do this- let her go!" Sweet, brave, dumb Hero. She never understood why they always bothered with that, trying to reason with a man that was holding the whole city hostage.

Supervillain predictably replied by simply cackling, looking at Hero like he was a toy that was starting to get dangerously boring. "I can't do that. Forgiveness really isn't my style…" He drawled out twirling the collar's remote in his left hand. "What kind of message would it send if I spared a traitor?" His voice was dripping with venom now, his whole act depended on him seeming cold and uninterested but she knew her betrayal had stung him deep.

"What do you want?" Hero asked through gritted teeth, way too meek compared to his usually boisterous persona. He was only looking at her, just like she was only looking at him. He was tired. Nobody could tell but her but the fight had dragged on for hours and no kind of superpowers could save him from exhaustion.

"Oh! That's the fun part, Hero." Supervillain's tone was amused, mocking, alarmingly cheerful. "I already have what I want." He cocked his head to the side looking at Villain and repositioning his gun to the side of her head, making sure Hero had a good view. "The only question is if you'll make things more complicated for yourself"

"Now Hero, there's two ways this can go." The silence stretched for seconds that felt like hours. Villain tried to ease her breathing, she couldn't think of a single way this would end well for her. "Option number one. You drop your weapon and let me carry on with my plans. I'll let her go and turn a blind eye as long as you stay away from my… endeavors. Who cares about a few thousand civilians anyway?"

Hero was growing restless, just on the verge of doing something stupid and impulsive. He stayed perfectly still, glaring daggers at Supervillain and forcing himself to hear the rest of his threats before throwing himself at him.

Supervillain grinned at Hero's display of self-control, he could see the way his muscles were tensing and it amused him to no end knowing he was scared enough to think instead of acting for once. "Option number two." He carried on, taking his sweet time. "You try and save the day as you usually do, follow your moral compass and all that crap. But…" He pretended to stop and think, looking almost genuinely puzzled. "…Hero, are you really sure you're fast enough to stop me before I blow her brains out?"

She swallowed. She looked at Hero, but he wasn't looking at her anymore, he was looking somewhere just over her head. The gun. There was no point in wiping her tears in the state that she already was in, not that she could have with her hands bound behind her back. "Do it."

Hero's face went from panicked to confused and terrified within seconds. She didn't give him time to react before she was shouting at him. "Run!" She was calmer than she ever thought she'd be in a situation like that. She had to come to terms with the idea of getting hurt or even killed years ago but nobody could really predict how they'd react knowing they were seconds away from leaving this world. "You can still make it in time to stop it!"

"You know I'm not worth it, Hero! You can't let-" Her words were cut short by a surge of pain coursing through her whole body. She crumpled to the ground, shaking and seizing, her vision abandoning her immediately from the pain. Hero was screaming her name but she couldn't hear him over the ringing in her ears. While she was catching her breath, Supervillain turned his attention back to Hero.

"Choose!" He screamed, cocking the gun.

Two gunshots rang out almost simultaneously. The first thing she registered was how loud it was, then she saw Supervillain fall to the ground beside her.

Within seconds Hero was by her side, cursing and apologizing all at once, he was holding her, pulling her against his chest. Her vision was still blurry and she felt so lightheaded. At some point, he must have untied her because she was looking at her hand on Hero's cheek. She wiped a tear off of his face and distantly wondered why she had left a red stain behind instead.

[astralwaifu]

Hi! Hi! Hi!!!

Remember me? It's the one who encouraged to do the genshin character compatibility trend i have been dying to do! Unfortunately, i couldn't find the person who i saw started this trend so here i am in your ask box doing this. So i guess you know how this thing works- like you send three characters to see your compatibility with, and then you send a little bit of info about yourself such as personality and hobbies. I love that trend so much and as much as i wanna stay sane, i wanna know if my favorites will actually match or vibe with me ehehehehe-

So anyways! Let's start!!!

Characters : Pantalone, Venti, and Diluc!!! My favorites!!!

Apperance (ft. Picrew) :

About me : So technically, i am currently a drained out student (and help me school starts soon), but i am studious and hardworking! My problem is, i cannot seem to focus on one topic at a time and i ended up forgetting things. I don't socialize much, yet i would always greet people with a smile. But i never had anyone else to share what i have on my mind (usually books and my own ideas) and i tend to overshare and sometimes change the topic that it gets all too confusing. I only have two hobbies, reading and listening to music. And i pretty much wanna stay indoors all the time and then be alone in a pretty, fairy-tale like place in nature sometimes. I am very much clingy, and somewhat get attached way too easily. And yes i do require headpats and cuddles because i never got any affection. And i get easily irritated and when i am pissed i get too far, sometimes. Yet i just want cuddles and affection because i am lonely, lol. Oh and i love stuffed animals and books and sweet-scented perfume as an addition. Also i have a fear of spiders, i pray at least someone can get rid of them for me. That is all ✨️✨️✨️

Author’s note: Heyya! Sorry it took a couple days, I got my nails done and can’t type as fast as before! We changed Pantalone with Welt from HSR, because for some unknown reason I can’t write him. Anywaaay, I hope you’ll enjoy this! Sending all my hugs to u. <3

Venti

I have a strong feeling that his outer persona is your inner one, so you sort of complete eachother in a way none of you really expected.

Although it would take a while to get used to his extrovert self, since you seem to be pretty much introvert, the moment you decide you are comfortable enough you’ll see a big change. Meaning - EXPECT UNENDING AFFECTION AND CUDDLES!!!

I swear Venti wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of you - always needs to give you reassurance and to have you close to him. Would totally do the thing where he squeezes your hand three times to silently tell you he loves you.

Would show you the most beautiful views in Mondstadt, he knows every place worth seeing and knows which one will leave you absolutely breathless.

Whether you like it or not, he will sing to you all the time. You like a certain song? Expect to hear to it singed by Venti for the next two weeks, until you physically can’t listen to it anymore.

A small issue would be that he constantly need to be around people, to interact and be present, which you’ll find a little tiring. Loves to annoy you too so he could get a reaction out of you. Don’t worry tho, he will never cross your boundaries!

Overall, on a scale from one to ten, I’d give your compatibility an 8.5 .

Diluc

The moment I finished reading about you I immediately thought that Diluc is the one.

It’s just that the two of you are fairly similar, both in the way you are around others (although you are quite a pleasant presence, Diluc is just more grumpy) and in the way you share the same wish in your heart - to be loved by someone, held amd cherished despite your flaws.

And I can say that the two of you do a pretty good job at that. Main love language between you is physical touch, since both of you are touch starved. When you are around others PDA is kept to the minimum, but when the two of you are alone HE WILL BE ON YOU ALWAYS! Holding your hand absolutely everywhere you go in the Dawn Winery and around its domain, random back hugs and normal hugs, headpats whenever he sees you around the house.

Also kisses on the crown of your head and forehead (they are Diluc’s favourite form of intimacy), which make you feel so special and seen.

He will always find time for you despite his busy schedule. His favourite activity together is reading in silence next to eachother, shoulders touching, but each doinh his own thing. He is the type of person that would put your legs over his during this to help you sitt mor comfortable. You will absolutely fall asleep in his lap like that.

Carries you to bed when that happens - no one can change my mind !!!

The two of you strike me as that couple that doesn’t really fight and not because you ignore your problems. You really don’t have reasons to fight.

Did I mention you will never have to worry about bugs again? :)

He is THE MAN - 10/10 compatibility.

Welt

Loves to take care of you in any possible way he can. Mans just trying to make you feel as safe and as comfortable as he can. He loves you too much to have you feeling bad about yourself or lonely.

Indulges in all your little habits such as going rants whenever you find something you love. He’s listening to every word carefully, absorbing information. You will maybe think he doesn’t care, but in the next couple days you will find a lot of things related to your new book or idea in your room on the Astral Express.

He’s more mature and a big stand-offish, so expect cuddles only when you request them or really really need them. Doesn’t really initiate this kind of things. You will however have your hand held and head pat by him at all times.

Saved you more than once from Himeko’s bad tasting coffee.

His main love language would be quality time, you will find yourself sitting next to him anytime, anywhere, each doing his own thing.

Whenever the Astral Express stops on a new planet for a trailblazing expedition, he will take you on cute dates and a walk in the nature.

He gives me a 7 vibe. Maybe 7.5-8.

And little note to u : all of them would find you absolutely beautiful because, honestly, who wouldn’t?

[rebelcourtesan]

My D&D 5e Build for Husk

Our favorite bar cat now has a D&D character build.

Husk isn't what he seems; more than a sour bartender, but also observant ex-Overlord who does what he can to protect Angel Dust and the hotel.

Stats (From Highest to Lowest)

Dexterity - This will be Husk's top stat as he's quick on his feet when he needs to be when fighting

Wisdom - Husk is very observant when it comes to bartending, especially since he sees through Angel Dust's fake persona.

Constitution - Husk drinks a lot, so he must have an iron stomach.

Strength - While he was strong enough to lift a shark mobster off his feet, he doesn't rely on his strength to get the job done.

Charisma - Husk tends to be blunt and anti-social. Not his best stat, but not his lowest.

Intelligence - Husk doesn't rely upon intellect to get the job done.

Race

The best race to be reskinned as Husk is Aarakocra, which will give him wings which lets him move fly speed the same as his walking speed of 30 ft.

Husk gets +2 to Dexterity and +1 to Wisdom.

Talons which let him deal 1d6 + Strength whenever he performs unarmed strike. (He does have bear claws.)

At third level Aarakocra get Wind Caller which lets them cast the Gust of Wind spell. Husk doesn't use spells, but consider this something extra for him to use when its needed.

Background

For Husk's background choose Charlatan which gives him proficiency in Deception and Sleight of Hand.

Husk being his charming self.

For this build, we're going to have Husk rely on throwing weapons. He throws his cards like daggers, so we're going to use daggers stats since they are not only a throwing weapon, but also finesse which lets him use Dexterity modifiers when determining attacks and damage.

Since he's a Dexterity based build, we're going into a class that excels with high Dexterity.

Rogue

Level 1 - Rogue 1st Level

Rogue can choose four skills to be proficient in. Choose Acrobatics, Intimidation, Insight, and Perception.

Husk gains Expertise which lets him double his proficiency bonus for two skills. Select Insight and Perception as Husk has an eye for reading people and noticed the Loan Shark attempting to drug Angel Dust.

As a Rogue, Husk gain Sneak Attack bonus damage when he lands a hit when he has advantage in combat once per turn. It starts with 1d6 bonus damage.

He also gets Thieves Cant which is a secretive language for thieves and criminals. It's not something we see him use in the show, so consider it a bonus for him to have if you play this build in a campaign.

He may not like flying, but Husk is quick on his feet when he needs to be.

Level 2 - Rogue 2nd Level

Husk gains Cunning Action which makes more mobile in combat. As a bonus action he can Dash, Disengage, or Hide on each of his turns.

Level 3 - Rogue 3rd Level

Husk's Sneak Attack bonus increases to 2d6.

At this level, Husk can go into a Rogue subclass and for his build we're going into Scout, which will give Husk even more mobility.

He gains Skirmisher. Whenever an enemy moves within five feet of him, Husk can move half his movement as a reaction, provoking no attack of opportunity against him which makes it difficult to pin him down in a fight.

Also with this build, Husk gains proficiency in Nature and Survival skills. Not really something he'd use in the show, but consider it as a bonus if you play in him a campaign which takes place in the wilderness.

Level 4 - Rogue 4th Level

Ability Score Improvement - Put both points into Dexterity. We want this maxed out as soon as possible to improve his attacks and weapons damage along with improving his AC.

Husk in the battle to save the hotel.

Level 5 - Rogue 5th Level

Husk's Sneak Attack bonus increases to 3d6 and he gains Uncanny Dodge. When an attack Husk can see lands a hit on him, he can use a reaction to halve the damage.

Level 6 - Rogue 6th Level

Husk gains Expertise again. This time choose Acrobatics and Sleight of Hand.

Level 7 - Rogue 7th Level

Husk's Sneak Attack bonus increases to 4d6.

He also gains Evasion. Whenever Husk succeeds on a saving throw against area effects to take half damage, instead he takes no damage and only half on failed rolls.

Husk isn't afraid of shark gansters.

Now we made Husk fast on his feet and dealing extra damage, we're going to toughen up with levels in Fighter.

Fighter

Level 8 - Fighter 1st Level

At first level Fighter, Husk gains Second Wind. As a bonus action, Husk can regain hit points equal to 10 + Fighter Level. He can regain this after a long or short rest.

He can also choose a Fighting Style. The best one for Husk's build is Thrown Weapon Fighting which allows Husk to draw a weapon with the thrown property in the same motion as an attack. But the big boon is the +2 to damage rolls!

Level 9 - Fighter 2nd Level

Husk gains Action Surge. Once per short or long rest, Husk can gain a second action on one turn in combat.

Husk after a run in with loan sharks

Level 10 - Fighter 3rd Level

This level Husk goes into Champion Martial Archetype. He gains Improved Critical which allows him to land a critical hit on a Nat 19 or 20.

Level 11 - Fighter 4th Level

Ability Score Improvement - put both points into Dexterity. We want to max this stat out to give him more AC while dealing more damage with daggers (throwing cards).

Level 12 - Fighter 5th Level

Husk gains an Extra Attack, which allows him to attack twice whenever he takes the attack action.

Level 13 - Fighter 6th Level

Ability Score Improvement - Both points need to go into Dexterity. If it's already maxed out, then put points into Constitution or round out any odd number stats.

Husk in the heat of battle to save the Hotel.

Level 14 - Fighter 7th Level

At this level Husk gains Remarkable Athlete. Husk can add half his proficiency (rounded up) to any skill check for Strength, Dexterity, and Constitution that doesn't already use his proficiency.

Also, when he makes a long jump, the distance increases equal to his strength modifier. Maybe not useful since he has wings, but it's a little something extra for his character.

Level 15 - Fighter 8th Level

Ability Score Improvement - By now Dexterity should be maxed out. You have the option of rounding out odd stats, but if you want Husk to be more observant which matches his character in the show, then I would go with a feat instead.

With the Observant feat which nets him a +1 to Wisdom or Intelligence score. I'd go with Wisdom for his character, especially if it'd round out an odd number.

Husk also gains the ability to read lips of any creature speaking a language he understands.

Also, add +5 to Husk's passive Wisdom (Perception) and passive Intelligence (Investigation) .

He's a Loser, Baby.

Level 16 - Fighter 9th Level

Husk becomes tougher with Indomitable. This allows him to reroll a failed saving throw once and take the second result. This can be done after a Long Rest.

Level 17 - Fighter 10th Level

As a Champion, Husk gains a new Fighting Style. Since he's throwing daggers, take Archery which grants +2 to attack rolls made with range weapons.

Level 18 - Fighter 11th Level

Husk receives Extra Attack which lets him make a second attack whenever he takes the attack action.

Level 19 - Fighter 12th Level

Ability Score Improvement - By this point Husk's Dex score should be maxed out to 20. However, you can add more points to Constitution since Husk is a heavy drinker or take a feat instead.

Since it's been said Husk can speak multiple languages, you can take Linguist which allows Husk to know three extra languages and adding an extra point to Intelligence.

Another option is Tough. Husk used to be an Overlord so he'd be ore durable than the average Sinner. Tough will increase his maximum hit points equal to twice his level. Whenever he levels up, he adds an extra two hit points.

Level 20 - Fighter 13th Level

For his final level, he gains a second Indomitable which allows him to reroll a failed saving throw twice per Long Rest.

Sold his soul to save his power!

And there you have it! Husk as a character for a Dungeons and Dragons campaign. He flies, throws cards (daggers) with acute accuracy, and hard to pin down in a fight. Partner him up with a certain spidery porn star and they can be losers together.

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member feels under the weather ft ITZY

A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for you guys lol! Sry for taking so long to post but the end of the semester is a whole event for me :D I hope that my friend Thira490 that gave me this idea on Wattpad likes it! :)

The request: Hi I was wondering if you could do where y/n is still like a child and a minor and sick so she's a little clingy the members have a schedule outside Seoul for a day and have to stay there so they ask itzy and they were happy to take care of y/n especially yeji who has a soft spot for her and always babying y/n while taking care of her. Thank you

PS: Tysm for everyone that reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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The soft morning light poured through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the dormitory of TWICE. Among the laughter and chatter, a petite figure lay nestled beneath the sheets. Y/N, the 10th member of the group, was still fast asleep, her cheeks flushed with fever. At just sixteen years old, she was the maknae and most delicate member of TWICE, endearing herself to her older sisters with her sweet personality and bright smile. As the other girls prepared for their busy schedule outside Seoul, they couldn't help but feel worried about leaving their kid alone in her condition. She had been feeling under the weather for a couple of days, and her condition showed no signs of decreasing. Jeongyeon, as one of the moms, took on the responsibility of waking the young girl gently as she cooed, brushing a few strands of hair away from her forehead.

Jeongyeon - Y/N, dear, it's time to wake up.  

The girl stirred, her eyes fluttering open as she mumbled with her voice raspy from the lingering sickness.

Y/N - Unnie...

With her heart filled with concern, Jeongyeon tried to find a solution for the youngest.

Jeongyeon - We have to head out for our schedule, but we can't leave you alone. Do you want us to cancel everything?

Y/N - No, unnie. You all have worked so hard for this, and I don't want to be a burden. (Your "I don't wanna be a burden" issue is showing hon)

The unnies exchanged worried glances. They couldn't bear to see their dongsang suffering like this, and they also knew they couldn't cancel their commitments. That's when Chaeryeong from ITZY stepped forward, having come to check on her friends before they left. As she sensed the tension in the room, she attempted to discover the problem.

Chaeryeong - Hey, unnies. What's going on? 

Mina explained the situation, and without hesitation, Chaeryeong offered a solution. 

Chaeryeong - I have an idea! Why don't we take care of Y/N today? ITZY has no schedule, and we'd be more than happy to look after her.

The TWICE members were relieved, and grateful for Chaeryeong's kind gesture. They knew their sunshine would be in good hands with ITZY, especially considering Yeji's fondness for the youngest TWICE member. The sun was high in the sky when TWICE and ITZY arrived at the serene countryside location for their schedule. While the TWICE members put on their professional personas and prepared for their work, Yeji and the other ITZY members focused their attention on TWICE's angel. Yeji couldn't help but melt at the sight of Y/N, wrapped in a soft blanket, looking frail but still managing to flash a weak smile. She approached the young girl with gentle steps, her nurturing instincts kicking in as she crouched down beside her.

Yeji - Hey, baby. How are you feeling? 

Y/N - I'm okay, Yeji unnie. Thank you for taking care of me. *smiles*

Yeji brushed her fingers lightly through the maknae's hair as she talked.

Yeji - You don't have to thank me, silly. We're family, and family takes care of each other.

Throughout the day, Yeji was by Y/N's side, making sure she had everything she needed. She prepared a warm bowl of chicken soup for her, adjusted the blanket whenever the girl shivered, and even fetched her a glass of water when she was thirsty. The other ITZY members joined in, playing games and sharing stories to keep Y/N entertained. The day passed in a blur, and as evening approached, Y/N's condition seemed to improve slightly. Her fever had subsided, and though she was still weak, her spirits were higher thanks to the love and care she received from ITZY.

As the sun set, TWICE returned from their schedule, and they were greeted by a heartwarming scene. Their girl was sitting on the couch, surrounded by ITZY members, with Yeji holding her hand as they watched a lighthearted TV show together. Yeji was the first to notice them so she called out with a smile, gently helping Y/N to stand.

Yeji - Look who's back! 

The TWICE members rushed forward, concern etched on their faces. 

Jihyo - How are you feeling, sweetheart?

Y/N - I'm feeling much better, omma! ITZY unnies took such good care of me.

Nayeon - We're grateful to you all. Thank you for looking after our little Y/N.

Chaeryeong  - We were happy to do it. Y/N is adorable and easy to care for.

Y/N added, leaning into Yeji's side.

Y/N - And I had so much fun! Yeji unnie was the best! She's so kind and sweet.

Yeji blushed, feeling a mixture of pride and affection. 

Yeji - You're the sweetest, lovebug. I'm glad you had fun.

As the night continued, TWICE and ITZY spent quality time together, bonding over their shared love for music and laughter. TWICE's cutie remained close to Yeji, her newfound connection with the ITZY leader blossoming into a special friendship. In the weeks that followed, Y/N's health gradually improved, and the bond between TWICE and ITZY grew stronger. They supported each other through the ups and downs of their busy idol lives, leaning on one another like a big extended family.

From that day on, Y/N's affection for Yeji remained unwavering, and the feeling was mutual. Yeji couldn't resist being Y/N's older sister, her soft spot for the girl only growing with each passing day as she knew the girl was the little sister she never had. As this happened, Y/N could only have one thought:

I am proud of my chosen family.

A/N: I apologise for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

[kanohirren]

How to Make GoodTimesWithScar in DnD

This is part 2 of my guide on building Life Series members in dnd 5e.

I’ll go level by level and explain the reasoning behind my decisions and how I think it fits them in character. This build assumes starting at level 8 but includes notes on differences if you start at level 1 and progress to 8. This is not intended as a guide on how to play dnd, just how to build this character. I also don't explain every feature but I may briefly touch on it and explain my reasoning for taking it.

Class: Bard (College of Whispers) 3, Rogue (Assassin) 5

Race: Half-elf

Base Ability Scores: (uses Tasha's Cauldron of Everything rule that allows for reallocating racial stat bonuses)

Str 12 (+1)

Dex 14, (+2) +2 from race = 16 (+3)

Con 14 (+2)

Int 8 (-1)

Wis 8 (-1)

Cha 15 (+2) +1 from race = 16 (+3)

Background: Faceless

Scar is one of the smoothest talkers I have ever had to joy (and horror) of witnessing. His ability to sweet talk you into giving him your boots or buy a magical crystal that’s more than likely a scam is unmatched. Also, he is Hot Guy. Naturally, he leans into bard with his natural ability to just tell stories, and all around be a likable person, but he is also good with a bow and sneaking up on people to shoot them (sorry, Hot Guy them) is one of the most iconic things about him to me. Without further ado, let’s get into it!

Before classes, here’s the half-elf features:

Darkvision 60 ft.

Fey Ancestry (advantage on saving throws vs being charmed)

Two extra skill proficiencies: athletics and sleight of hand

And the Faceless background features:

Proficiency in deception and intimidation

Proficiency with Disguise Kits

Faceless Persona: Hot Guy

At 1st level, we take a level in Bard. This grants us:

Proficiency in light armour

Proficiency in simple weapons, hand crossbows, longswords, rapiers, shortswords

Proficiency in three musical instruments: at least one should be a horn.

Proficiency in dexterity and charisma saving throws

Proficiency in three skills: Persuasion, Performance and Animal Handling

Bardic Inspiration: A pool of dice that you can grant yourself or party members to increase their rolls to help them succeed. With a 16 (+3) in charisma, we get three uses.

Two Cantrips: Mage Hand (you never know when you might need an extra hand) and Friends (That cheeky smooth talker, the funny part about this spell is that they know you conned them afterwards which is very accurate)

Four 1st lvl spells: Speak with Animals (Be quiet Jellie!), Tasha’s Hideous Laughter (he casts this on me a lot), Illusory Script (get people to sign some totally legit contracts) and Healing Word (just standard to take on a bard)

Scar will start off as much more of a utility-based party member. Without any damaging cantrips or spells, he’ll rely on his bow and party members in combat, but he’ll dominate social aspects of the game.

Unfortunately, bards can’t cast Find Familiar so there’s no Jellie summon at this level, but that will come later! Also, if you really don’t want Illusory Script (infamously useless spell) then you can take Charm Person instead.

At 2nd level, we take our second level in Bard. This grants us:

Jack of All Trades: adds half your proficiency bonus to all your skill checks. Now you’ll be useful in all situations.

Song of Rest: Extra healing during a short rest

One new spell:Faerie Fire (useful way to get advantage on lots of targets)

Scar really is good at a lot of aspects of the game, even if his goofy personality tends to make people forget. These features are all helpful different ways.

At 3rd level, we take our third level in Bard. This grants us:

Expertise in two skills: Choose Deception and Persuasion (you’ll have a ridiculously easy time convincing NPCs)

One new spell & access to 2nd level spells: Phantasmal Force (funny trickery spell)

Subclass: College of Whispers

College of Whispers grants:

Psychic Blades: expend bardic inspiration to deal extra 2d6 psychic damage on your weapon attacks. (This will go well with sneak attack later)

Words of Terror: You can attempt to frighten an isolated creature by talking to them for a minute. (Oh Maaaaartynnnnnn)

At 4th level, we start multiclassing by taking a level of Rogue. This grants us:

Proficiency in thieves’ tools

One skill proficiency: Choose Acrobatics

Expertise in two more skills: Choose Performance and Animal Handling

Sneak Attack: extra damage if you have advantage on your attack or an enemy of your target is next to them.

Thieves’ Cant: Secret language (perhaps Scar is too used to speaking this and that’s why he keeps mixing up his words like gongs and axolotls)

Now we get to the especially trickstery side of Scar. The side of Scar that will murder you. He doesn’t need stealth as a rogue because he’s going to get on your good side before he shoots you in the back.

At 5th level, we take a second level of Rogue. This grants us:

Cunning Action: Dash, disengage or hide as a bonus action.

Not much to say here either, cunning action is just useful. A bonus action disengage or dash helps with running away from people you’ve conned.

At 6th level, we take a third level of Rogue. This grants us:

Sneak Attack Upgrade (2d6)

Subclass: Assassin

Assassin grants:

Assassinate: You gain automatic critical hits on surprised targets and have advantage on attacks against anyone who hasn’t had a turn in initiative yet.

Bonus Proficiencies: Poisoner’s Kit and Disguise Kit* (overlaps with Background proficiency, talk to your DM about swapping out for a different proficiency)

The reasoning for this combo is that Scar can sweet talk people into a false sense of security, having them believe that he’s on their side. It will be much easier to get a surprise attack on them this way, and with the automatic crits you get big sneak attack damage that you can also stack Psychic Blades onto, which would also have its damage dice doubled. Assassins don’t have a lot going for them after the first round of combat, though, and this only works if you make the first move (getting snuck up on means you lose out on your biggest combo).

At 7th level, we take a fourth level of Rogue. This grants us:

Ability Score Improvement OR Feat. Take the Magic Initiate feat and choose the Wizard spell list to get two cantrips and a 1st lvl spell. For cantrips, choose Minor Illusion and Message. For the 1st lvl spell, take Find Familiar so you can finally summon your Jellie!

Realistically, Scar would never send Jellie into battle (or maybe he would if she starts meowing too loud) but Jellie can provide sneak attack. Just be careful with her! Outside of combat, she can be a kitty doing kitty cat things.

At 8th level, we take a fifth level of Rogue. This grants us:

Uncanny Dodge: Use a reaction to take half damage from an attack (that luck crystal sure comes in handy).

Sneak Attack Upgrade (3d6)

Uncanny Dodge greatly improves Scar’s survivability in a way only Scar would understand.

Summary:

Final Stats:

Str 12 (+1)

Dex 16 (+3)

Con 14 (+2)

Int 8 (-1)

Wis 8 (-1)

Cha 16 (+3)

Attack with a shortbow: +3 (dex) +3 (prof. bonus) = +6 to hit, 1d6 + 3 piercing dmg

Sneak attack: 3d6

Psychic Blades: 2d6 psychic dmg

Crit damage: 2d6 piercing (short bow) + 6d6 piercing (sneak attack) + 4d6 psychic dmg (psychic blades) +3 (dex) = 12 – 75 dmg

Cantrips: Mage Hand, Friends, Minor Illusion, Message

1st lvl spells: Speak with Animals, Tasha’s Hideous Laughter, Illusory Script, Healing Word, Faerie Fire

2nd lvl spells: Phantasmal Force

And that’s it for Scar! He seems like a really fun character to play in social scenarios with the ridiculous rolls you’ll get with your deception and persuasion. He may not be optimized for combat, but dnd isn’t all about combat and I think this build’s greatest strength is roleplay. If anyone has any feedback or suggestions, I would love to read them! ^^

[winterarmyy]

Self Rec Love

𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴. 𝘙𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵�� 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 💜 

Hi you! Thank you so much for the ask. Who doesn't love some self-love right? So here's my top 3 fics that i have written so far:

1. Promise Me ft. 40s!bucky / tfatws!bucky

- I think this is quite an underrated fic that I wrote. But fun fact, it was my fav to write, honestly. I enjoyed exploring the reincarnation concept for the reader. This was also the first time I wrote something describing a loss that can't been redeemed (aka death), which was the scene where the reader got the letter of Bucky's death from the train. And I must admit I have a thing for the concept of 'losing faith in what you've always believed in' which you can see in this fic, specially the church scene. Besides, I do love writing the couple's dynamic when they were in the 40's and building the anticipation for their reunion in the future. I suggest you read it if you haven't already; don't worry it though it does have a happy ending. I can't do angst without happy ending lol.

2. Welcome Home... Soldat? ft. winter soldier!bucky

- Funny enough, this was written from a random scene that had been playing in my head, which was the kitchen scene in part 1; I remember having the images played out in my head constantly for days on end. I just had to write it down and I thought it would end there. Turns out, other people also adored our soft & smitten soldat as much as I did. A particular aspect that loved exploring was the take that I did for soldat's persona; I tried to potrayed with to have this kind of innocence to him. Since he didn't have a choice what to do/feel when he was with Hydra, now he is just overwhelmed with feelings he never felt before. I could go on and on but I'd rather stop here lol. And dare I say, this has been a fan fav amongst my works.

3. And You're Mine ft. chubby alpha!bucky

- This fic though. I mean, it's grumpy chubby alpha bucky. What else can I say? He's adorable and sweet and perfect to me. And its my first time writing a/b/o dynamics too! Prolly, not very accurate to the lore but yknow... I'm trying. And I love how gentle the reader is towards bucky, because my goal for this fic is to get the grumpy x gentle dynamics. Not sunshine, gentle. Because in my head, sunshine character is like very, very cheerful and has this unmeasurable bursts of energy, which is cute. Don't get me wrong. But don't see much about gentle readers, like the type of person that makes you feel calm and feels soft and comfy around them. I think it compliments grumpy personality really well. And I want to see more of those dynamics, and what they could be.

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